#neco williams imagines

[football-and-fanfics]

Flashback Friday #38

Welcome back to the weekly edition of Flashback Friday. Here’s this week’s five blasts from the past😉 Happy reading! 😊 #1 Who: Virgil van Dijk Prompt: "I want to give you a hug, but I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Link: click here #2 Who: Declan Rice Prompt: "I think that's more than just a little cut." Link: click here #3 Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold Prompt: Concussion Link: click here #4 Who: Neco Williams Prompt: "I can't reach it, I'm too short." Link: click here #5 Who: Christian Pulisic Prompt: "When did that ever help?" Link: click here

[footballxixstars]

Hi....

Is it possible to have a neco imagine. Maybe based on secretly getting married or engaged and the Liverpool lads find out. Thanks so much. I also love your writing..

The Secrets Out • Neco Williams

Neco walked into the training ground with his bag thrown over his back and headphones on playing his favourite music which hypes him up in time for training which right now he needs because he is tired. He waved to some of the cameras before walking through the door and making his way straight to the changing room needing to get there before he becomes late and has to pay a fine. He really is cutting time short today so he needs to hurry it up to the changing room. Everybody was already there talking, joking and getting ready for training when he walked through the doors, nobody really giving him a second glance. He did say his hellos to them though and answered their questions about his time away before getting changed too. Neco has after all just come back from a couple of days away so they wanted to know what it was like, what he did and how he was doing now. They wanted to make conversation with him but Neco really had to start getting changed.

“What’s that?” Trent questioned very, very loudly and sounded very shocked by whatever it was. This caused everyone else to promptly shut up and look to wherever Trent was looking at when those words came out of his mouth. Once Neco put his t-shirt on properly he also decided to look to see what everybody else was looking at because it was deathly quiet and he wasn’t liking that. Turning around he saw Trent looking at him with wide eyes and letting his eyes drift around the room he noticed that they all were looking at him. Namely his hand. Neco knew exactly what they were all looking at and what Trent was questioning but Neco decided to play a little bit dumb and get them to properly say it and see how long it takes.

“What?” Neco questioned them all wanting to see who’d be the first one to ask properly and not just stare at him which in all honesty was making him a little uncomfortable as well.

“Oh my god,” Alex added and Neco decided to pretend to look even more confused, liking the looks on their faces. It was fun messing with them a little bit by playing dumb especially because he could tell that they were all getting frustrated with him as well.

“WHAT?” Neco shouted just wanting one of them to answer him. He wanted one of them to blurt it out since he knew that they all wanted to.

“Why have you got a ring on your ring finger?” Andy finally asked, breaking the silence that had taken over the room. The question may seem a bit obvious because ‘ring finger’, it makes sense to have a ring on it but the thing that was probably shocking to his teammates was that the ring was on his left hand. It was on the finger that you usually put a wedding band on so they were all confused by it. Obviously, he could’ve just mistakenly put it on that finger or it could just be a promise ring or something but they were still shocked to see a ring on Neco’s finger. He may be 20 years old but in the eyes of his teammates, he’s still that nervous, awkward teenager.

“Why does it look like a wedding band?” Jordan asked moving closer to get a better look at it. He even took Neco’s hand into his own so he could look at the ring properly. Neco started to turn red at that comment and he knew that he could no longer play dumb. He couldn’t really hide it or lie either. All of them had already seen the ring on that finger and he is probably one of the worst liars ever so they would 100% know that Neco is lying to them so he might as well just tell them the truth.

“Because it is,” Neco said nonchalantly, trying to act as normally as possible as he turned back around to finish getting changed. They had to get out onto the training pitch soon so Neco really had to finish getting changed before everyone gets annoyed at him for holding them all up. Everybody’s eyes widened in shock at that, not really knowing how to take this news. They would constantly take the mick out of Neco for stuff just as a joke and one of them was always on his relationship status and how awkward he was with the opposite sex but now he’s literally stated that he’s married they can’t. None of them thought that Neco would get married and all of that especially without any of them knowing he was engaged beforehand.

“What?” Neco asked again when nobody else said a word. Neco hated the silence because usually, somebody is talking in the changing room. They do have a lot of big personalities after all who can’t be quiet for a long time but here they were all stunned into silence just because Neco was wearing a wedding band. He didn’t think that it was that big of a deal but apparently it was to the rest of the team. It was probably more of a shock than anything but still, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. It could also be because none of them suspected anything like this to come out of this training session.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!?!” Andy shouted being the first one to break the silence… again.

“YOU WERE ENGAGED?!” Curtis shouted being the next one to speak out, not allowing Neco the opportunity to answer Andy at all so he went to answer now but this time he got interrupted by Trent.

“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!” Trent shouted.

“Yes,” Neco stated looking slightly offended by what Trent had said. Was it that unbelievable that he has a girlfriend who is now his wife? By the guys’ reaction, it apparently was quite unbelievable. Neco was slightly offended. Why don’t they think he could have a girlfriend?

“Are you really that shocked that I’m married?” Neco questioned, sounding quite unsure of himself. He knows that the guys love joking around with him and taking the mick out of him wherever possible so this was probably one of those times but it could be true. They could be telling the truth and that was making Neco feel slightly uncomfortable because maybe he didn’t deserve you. Before he could think too deeply into it though his thoughts got interrupted by somebody answering his question.

“It’s not really that. I think it’s more that none of us expected it since you never really spoke about your partner or anything,” Hendo tried to explain. Neco just nodded his head kind of understanding what they were saying about it all and he was guessing that it did kind of make some kind of sense. They weren’t expecting it because he had never spoken to them about marriage or anything.

“Although I’m annoyed that we weren’t told or invited to the wedding, we are going to have a celebratory party and there is nothing you or your wife can say to stop it from happening,” Alex stated. All the guys let out murmurs of agreement at the party aspect and Neco rolled his eyes but agreed. Any excuse for a party and they’ll take it.

“That we can do,” Neco said, agreeing with them for the both of you although he will have to ask, tell you when he gets home later after training. He’s actually slightly excited to have a small party with the guys considering it’s been a while and it’s always a lot of fun especially when Hendo gets on that dance floor so the party doesn’t seem like a bad idea. He knows that you’ll probably enjoy it too so why not organise a party with them?

That was the end of that conversation though since they were getting called out to start the training session and that was more important than Neco’s love life. Surprisingly nobody brought up the ring or anything else to do with it for the rest of the day and the Neco being married conversation didn’t get brought up again. Except for Klopp who said his congratulations but other than that nobody spoke about it. The thought that everybody knew that he was married though wouldn’t leave Nico’s head and he knew that he had to go home and tell you. It wouldn’t be fair else for him to know that his teammates all know and you to be clueless to it all. Telling you though wouldn’t be bad since he knew you wouldn’t be annoyed after all it was mainly his own fault that nobody else knew about the wedding and engagement so you definitely wouldn’t be annoyed by people knowing.

Saying his goodbyes to the team he quickly grabbed his stuff and left the training ground. All he wanted to do was get home to his new wife and cuddle with you so he couldn’t wait to get away from the training ground no matter how much he loves football he just wanted to get home. He couldn’t get out of there quick enough. You were in the kitchen making some food when Neco walked through the door and he just placed his bag on the floor before making his way over to you. The past few days he’s struggled to keep his hands off of you so having to go to training for a few hours without you there was difficult so he was happy that training had finally finished and he could go back to you. His new wife.

“Hello my beautiful wife,” Neco said, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you before placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“Hello, my husband,” You replied giggling, not getting tired of calling him that. Not yet anyway you may soon but it’s only been a few days since the two of you became husband and wife so it’s still new, it’s still the ‘honeymoon’ phase of the marriage although you haven’t been on your honeymoon yet. You can’t go on it till the summer but you’re looking forward to the honeymoon. Just you and Neco alone, in another country, nobody to bother you. It’s going to be good but you just have to spend some time with him here in Liverpool before you can get to the actual honeymoon.

“The guys know that we’re married,” Neco said into your neck and although it was muffled you still heard him clearly. You stopped what you were doing and pulled away from Neco so you could face him properly and talk to him properly.

“How?” You questioned him. You didn’t mind if his teammates knew about the two of you being married but both you and Neco still decided to not tell anybody about the engagement let alone the wedding. You both knew the comments that the two of you would get if you told people that you were married, not particularly from his teammates or anything but the more people that know the more likely those comments would be made. The comments would be made considering how both of you are and decided to go and get married and those comments were the main reason neither of you really wanted to tell anyone other than close family. If the media got a hold of it too it means that more people will know and there would be a lot of uproar about it probably as well as random people wanting to put their input into your relationship. A relationship that they know nothing about. That’s the reason why only your close family and very few friends knew about the engagement and marriage.

“They saw the wedding band on my finger,” He stated raising his hand a little bit. Yours went to him and you started to play with his ring which you’ve picked up as a habit over the past few days. Whenever you get a hold of his hand you instantly start to play with his wedding ring since it’s calming and it reminds you how Neco will always be there for you. The same way that you’ll twist and play with yours whilst alone. You’ll always know that Neco is with you that way even if he isn’t physically next to you.

“They were fine with it, happy for us I think. A bit annoyed that they weren’t invited or told about it but I guess that’s a bit of a given. Trent was shocked that I had a girlfriend. Apparently, we’re going to have a party soon to celebrate it all to make up for not telling or inviting them,” Neco said laughing.

“That we can do,” You stated laughing with him. Yeah, you can have a celebratory party with his teammates to make up for the fact of not telling them about the engagement or wedding, or inviting them to the wedding.

MASTERLIST | MORE WILLIAMS

[macybeckham7]

could u do one with neco williams picks u up from college and there's loads of Liverpool fans crowding round him so u cant rly get to him (if that makes sense lmao)

You walk out of college and notice people running off the grounds, all pushing wanting to get there ahead of others. You trail behind and finally spot the car they were crowding, you let out a sigh not realising that he was going to be picking you up and if you did you would of told him how much of a bad idea it was. ‘Excuse me’ you say trying to get past some fans and some people who were just shouting abuse thinking they were funny. You manage to get in the back seat, Neco smiling at you as you climb over to the front. ‘Hi babe’ he smiles kissing your cheek. ‘This is a nice outing to the zoo’ he jokes as his side of the car was covered with hands and phones in hope they’d get a photo. He jokes about opening the window with you instantly yelling at him.

[champagne-coys]

could you write something cute for Neco Williams? like a first time staying over at his for the night kinda story? 🥰

A/N- I wanted to write he made spag Bol but I don’t know how to spell it 😭🤦🏽‍♀️. Spelling is not my strong point. Thank you for the request, hope you like it love. 🤍 ~ C

You and Neco hadn’t been going out for very long only a couple of months. You were currently watching a movie at his house, cuddled up together under a blanket. Neco had invited you round for a dinner date where his mum had made he had made spaghetti carbonara and you two had now resigned to the sofa, full from the meal. Neither of you were really interested in the movie stealing glances at each, laughing when one caught the other staring but either of you were yet to make a move. Fed up with the movie neco sighed heavily. “You okay Ne?” You smiled at him softly. “Mmm.” He nodded angling closer into you so your face were only inches apart. “Can I kiss you?” Neco broke the silence between you. “You don’t have to ask.” You giggled at his question. Neco softly kissed your lips before turning his head back to the screen. Once the movie had finished you leaned forward out of Neco’s embrace stretching your arms. “I better get going, it’s late.” He pouted at the thought of you leaving. “I don’t want you to go.” He jutted out his bottom lips as you laughed at him. “It’s 10 o’clock nearly and you have training tomorrow, I should really go home.” You shook your head at his neediness and smiled guiltily at him. “Orrr... you could stay here.” He smiled mischievously at you. “Really, you’d be okay with that?” He nodded before answering your question. “Yep, I’d love getting to wake up next to you in the morning.” You giggled and smiled at the same time just at the thought of waking up next to him. “Show me the way then Ne.” You followed him into his bedroom and he sensed you awkwardly stood in the middle not quite sure what to do as he made his way to the bathroom. “Ummm... I don’t have any pyjamas to wear babe.” You stood there nervously running a hand through your hair. He reamerged from the bathroom holding some clothing. “You can borrow some of my clothes and I bought a spare toothbrush for when you finally did stay over.” He gave you the clothes kissing you on the head. You were kind of shocked at how prepared he was for all of this and then thanked him before he headed back into the bathroom. You got changed and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. “You look sexy in my clothes.” You blushed at his comment and came behind you giving you a quick hug. You finished getting ready and then headed towards his bed. He was laid in bed shirtless on his phone and yous told there. “It’s rude to stare you know.” He winked as he ushered for you to join him. You got into the bed quickly finding comfort in his arms. Neco arms were wrapped around you, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. “Thank you for tonight Ne, I really enjoyed it.” You smiled as he kissed your head. “Goodnight y/n.” He kissed you once again and ran a hand through your hair. “Night Ne.” You snuggled back into his chest and drifted into a peaceful slumber.

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

✦:˒ liverpool masterlist ◞⁺☆．

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✎ who i write for

ღ players i love writing for

✦:˒ smut

↯ angst

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˗ˏˋ virgil van dijk ´ˎ˗

✦:˒ anal training

╰┈➤ ✦:˒ what happens after anal training

✦:˒ threesome with Joe Gomez

✦:˒ dominate me

✦:˒ cold hands

✦:˒ i still get jealous

✦:˒ control

blind date

late night

threesome proposal

✦:˒ virginity

picnic

✦:˒ pegging

✦:˒ managers daughter

✦:˒ drunk confession

✦:˒ head game

✦:˒ brat

✦:˒ praise kink

✦:˒ pain and pleasure

✦:˒ virginity

✦:˒ shower sex

sex with the ex

✦:˒ spanking

hands

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˗ˏˋ joe gomez ´ˎ˗

✦:˒ threesome with vvd

✦:˒ shower sex

begging

✦:˒ thigh riding

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˗ˏˋ trent alexander-arnold ´ˎ˗

comfort of the team

cheater

walk of shame

fire place

first kiss

✦:˒ threesome with mason mount

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˗ˏˋ neco williams ´ˎ˗

cooking

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[footballerimaginess]

Baby’s First Holiday

Baby Series 2.0  13. Being with his parents  Neco Williams  Word Count: 352 The first holiday for your little boy, Jaxon. A holiday in the UK was going to be perfect, Neco’s family was coming with you down to the caravan in Wales.  You had to get everything ready because having a holiday with a two year old was stressful. The packing, the planning and even the preparation that was involved was hard work.  Neco was just finishing up his final training session before the summer could start. “I am hommeeee, let’s get on the road baby” Neco shouted as he came through the door. “I thought you were going to be a lot later than this?” you questioned him. “Yeah, gaffer let us all go. So here we are” he smiled as he picked up Jaxon, putting him on his hip.  “You excited buddy?” He nodded as Jaxon gave him the biggest cuddle. “Shall I put him in the car?” he asked. “Please” you smiled as you finished putting everything in the back of the car while Neco got Jaxon all buckled into the car seat.  3 hour trip to Wales to head to the caravan park. “Shit that drive was so long” you sighed as you climbed out of the car weakly. “You did good thank you” Neco kissed you on he lips before he picked up Jaxon out of the car.  “Darling, hello” you heard his mum shout with open arms. “Hello” you smiled as you gave her a cuddle. “Lovely to have you here, how was the drive here?” she asked. “It was good, I am exhausted now though” you yawned.  You had a very close relationship with Neco’s parents as you had been with a few years. Falling pregnant quite young, people distanced themselves with you quite a lot because of having a baby which hurt you.  As cold as some of the days were it was the trip that you both really needed. It was just so perfect and it didn’t rain either on any of the days which was amazing. Seeing your little boy enjoying his first holiday was absolutely perfect as well and just what you needed.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​​​​​​ @evie-pr​​​​​​ @sanchos-dream​​​​​​ @meteora-fc​​​​​​ @mrsmctominay​​​​​ @penguintransporter​​​​​ @football-and-fanfics​​​​​ @footballdaydream​​​​​​ @hotyeehawman​​​​​​ @trentski26​​​​ @footballxixstars​​​​​​ @hazardybala​​​​​​ @yagetintoit​​​​​​ @chilly-me-softly​​​​​ @pickfordsmount​​​​ @kingneyney​​ @bellinghamsbitch​​ @mrspulisic10 

[travellvogue]

Honeymoon Coast- Anyone You Like

it’s a long one, and one of my faves. i hope you love it (wordcount: 4.1k)

He’s trying his best not to stare, the dress you had on complimenting your skin tone so well. Body glowing under the rays of the sun, his own little ray of sunshine sat right next to him. The delicate pattern of his thumb brushing strokes back and forth over your hand painted a perfect picture of tranquility. 

“Y’know, the view over there is better” you whisper gently with a side smile, nodding towards the staggered chocolate box buildings, painted in an array of blush pinks, dusty yellows and cotton creams. The rolling waves a vibrant blue against the calmness of the sand. 

“No it’s not” he answers so effortlessly, a flirtatious wink making you giggle and blush under his compliment. “My views much better” he hums, twisting his fork around a clump of spaghetti, scooping it into his mouth, tongue wiggling around to beckon the stray piece that flops out of his mouth. 

Two glasses of white wine twinkle under the sunlight, tracing your finger round the rim of the glass over and over again, picking at the olives in your salad, regretting eating all the mozzarella balls already. Knowing you should have gone for the pizza, but your breakfast of croissants and fresh fruit filled you up this morning. Smiling at the recent memory, how you laid in bed, tangled under the crisp white sheets, his naked body next to yours feeding you strawberries and chunks of melon, giggling when he leaned forward to kitten lick the fruit juices off your chin that had dropped down from your mouth. 

It was the perfect start to your honeymoon. He’d remembered how you told him you’d love to get married in Italy and travel around after your wedding day. So he made it happen. First stop was Positano, where the two of you sat right now. A quaint little café tucked away in the peaks of the hillsides, a lemon tree hanging over your heads shading you from the afternoon sun. The calming noise of the waves rippling into shore partnered with the locals deep in conversation. Fresh plates of pasta and pizza filling the air with the most gorgeous aroma. The strings of a guitar being strung somewhere in the far distance playing a relaxing tune. 

Yet, all you could focus on was him, how his hair was supporting natural highlights from the sun's rays, the tip of his nose slightly sunburn despite you packing factor fifty on his face every morning, “stops you getting wrinkles” you’d tell him every time he complained about the stickiness. He’s dressed in loose navy swim shorts, the toggles hanging unevenly, a thin white shirt thrown over his sun kissed torso, the top four buttons undone so you can admire his muscular chest, dark rimmed Ray-Ban glasses pushed onto his hair, droplets of salt water staining the lenses. 

“What time is the boat ride?” you ask gently, leaning over the small circular table, stabbing your fork into his bowl of pasta, helping yourself to a mouthful as he giggles, well aware that the salad just wasn’t cutting it for you. He’d planned a boat ride for the two of you today, something you’d both desperately been looking forward to since you arrived in this perfect location. Wanting to sail around and explore the surrounding beauty. 

“Two o’clock I believe madam” he answers playfully, tapping the screen of his phone to check the time. Quarter to twelve, plenty of time to head down to the dock. With a few more mouthfuls of food the two of you were stuffed. Laid back on the wooden chairs comparing your food babies. Laughing when the waiter comes over and gives you an odd glance. 

“No don’t pay baby, my treat” you insist, grabbing at his hand before he puts his card on the table, unable to hide your smile when you feel the cold metal of his wedding ring against your palm. It was yet to sink in that you officially shared the same surname as him, for years he’d introduced you to people as ‘the missus or ‘my girlfriend’, now you held the title of his wife loud and proud. 

The wedding had been very small, only fifty guests. An abundance of florals, pampas grass and bubbling champagne, and as the sun went down you fell asleep to the sound of waves greeting the Italian sand. 

As you snap out of your daydream he’s already paying for lunch, giggling when you give him a harsh stare, unable to stay mad at that dimpled smile for long. He takes your hand and leads you out of the cafe, waving goodbye with a joyful ‘grazie’ to the staff. The warm air hits you instantly, a muggy breeze fluttering the bottom of your dress. Now away from the breeze of the sea front the temperature had seemed to pick up, his hand growing clammy in yours. Arms swinging back and forth in unison as you carefully walk down the steep roads towards the peninsular, the uneven cobbled roads under your sandals let you feel every rock and grain of transported sand from the nearby beach.

“I know we’ve just eaten but…” he holds his hand up to point at the shop you’re approaching. A quiet bakery hidden between a grand hotel and a small beach shop selling the usual ‘tourist tat’ as he likes to call it. The smell of warm freshly-baked bread billowing from its grand wooden doors, painted neatly with golden details. Newly bloomed bougainvillea flowers creating an arch over the entrance. 

“How can I say no to that?” you smile. Squeezing his hand once, twice, three times. Your sandals slap against the tiled floor of the bakery, overwhelmed with the amount of choice, smiling widely when you’re greeted with a friendly “Ciao!”. The two of you opting for a baguette and a loaf of ciabatta. He stands behind you, arms wrapped around your body, pressing a kiss to your cheek whilst you wait for them to package it up in crinkly brown paper bags. And once again he uses his rusty Italian skills to bid them farewell. Reaching for your hand instinctively and squeezing it gently, unable to wipe the smile off his face. He’d never felt happiness like this- of course on your wedding day his happiness was unmatchable- but the sense of complete contentment and tranquility was so overwhelming.

***

“Where are you taking me?” you giggle, holding his hand tightly as he leads you along a rickety old boat dock, the wood swaying slightly with each gentle wave that washed into shore. “Was this your plan all along?” you laugh, “To marry me and then drown me in the sea” he chuckles and shakes his head at your ludicrous imagination.

“You gotta stop watching all those murder mystery youtubers babe” a blush appears on your cheeks at his words, remembering how you made him watch endless videos with you on the plane journey out here, secretly you knew he was enjoying himself, the way he gripped your leg as he told you a theory he had about where one of the missing people might be. “We’re here baby” the snap back into reality couldn’t be more perfect, almost feeling like you were dreaming as he holds an arm out to beckon to the large yacht docked up in front of the both of you. The sea twinkling around it and the staff giving you a welcoming wave, offering you a hand to help you onto deck. 

“Are you serious?” you breath, walking onto the ship. When he mentioned a boat ride this morning you didn’t realise he meant a million pound yacht, something for someone in your position to just drool over as you pointed them out whilst your feet stayed firmly on the sand of the beach. But now your feet touched the decking, every step becoming completely overwhelming, not only was there two floors to this boat, there were several seating areas, your very own private chef, and a hot tub at the very front, giving you the perfect views of the bobbing ocean. “My love, this is insane! I thought you meant like… a little dingy” you giggle, pinching your fingers together to explain how small you thought the boat would be. All he can do is smile and shake his head. Something he’d always loved about you was the way you always stayed so grounded, cherishing every penny of your own and of his, never wanting any gifts or treats- despite him buying you quite a few over the years- you were happy with a chinese takeaway and a movie night, never expecting anything from him other then love and honesty, money would, and could, never buy your emotions. So a yacht, this was certainly something you’d never dreamed off. 

“You deserve this, my wife” he whispers gently, coming up behind you as you look out to the sea, the cool breeze blowing a strand of your hair against his jawline, gently leaning back against him, feeling his arms wrap tightly around you. The way he referred to you as his wife still hadn’t sunk in yet, the butterflies still coming to life every time he used your new title. “Plus…” his voice drops to a whisper, leaning in closer so his lips brush against your ear, “you’ve always wanted to have sex on a boat” despite not seeing his face you can picture his smug smirk, of course there was a deeper reasoning to such an extravagant choice of boat. You shake your head playfully and push against him, probably not the best choice of action because he can’t help but let out a little groan at the feeling of your ass brushing against his crotch. 

He manages to control himself for the majority of the boat road, smiling proudly as he watches you take pictures of the beautiful settings you sail past. Your beauty still shocked him, even after years together and a big diamond ring on your finger, watching your hair blow in the salty air, sun kissed skin and lips painted with your strawberry lip balm- that quite frankly he can’t stop himself from wanting to taste- he finds that he’s falling in love with you even more in that moment. He’d never realised home could be a person until you held him in your arms. 

“We should come here every year” you whisper gently, cuddled up on the sofa-like sunbeds at the top of the boat, the air slightly cooler now the sun was setting, half empty plates of fruit and nibbled at bread resting beside you, the sea still holding the same glimmer and shine it had this morning, reflecting the orange and pink hues off the waves. You’d thrown one of his shirts over your bikini, the thin white material rustling in the breeze, tickling at your bare skin, your hair fluttering into his face every so often, wafting the familiar smell of your apple scented shampoo into his nostrils. 

He only hums in response, leaning in to take the chunk of pineapple you were offering him into his mouth, too caught up in absorbing the beauty in front of him, with both the view of you and the never ending waves it was an overwhelming sense of content and happiness. “You don't want to?” you ask gently, not convinced by his response. A frown and a quick shake of the head convinces you a bit more.

“Of course I do” he whispers, lips pressed to your temple. “But I also wanna make love to you all over the world” he smirks, watching you playfully roll your eyes and desperately try to hide your giddy smile. 

His fingers trace the side of your jaw, angling your head so he’s got perfect access to your lips, the moon seeming to match the mood of the moment, the sky becoming a thick pink, waves gently crashing against the boat, rocking your bodies unwilling against the sun beds. “Why don’t we start now?” you almost whimper against his lips, trying not to sound like a desperate beg but it was hard when all you’d been thinking about since stepping foot on the boat was the thought of him fucking you to the view of the rolling waves. 

“Hmm right here?” he smirks, “I knew you were naughty but to have me fuck you whilst anyone could see… my wife’s a little minx huh?” he teases, brushing his hand down the side of your body, already getting to work with pushing off the oversized shirt you had on, the material falling off one shoulder, exposing your bare skin for his lips to attack. 

“Everyone’s below deck” you whimper, aware that he wouldn’t care either way, there was no way he wasn’t going to make love to you on a private yacht to the view of the Amalfi Coast- no one could pass up that opportunity. “Plus… you’re little friend seems to like the idea” your thigh pushes against the growing bulge of his shorts. Your giggle splinters off into a moan as he bucks against you, continuing to suck and nip at the skin of your neck. The wet patch in your bikini bottoms continues to grow, pawing at him desperately for something more. 

“Open up” he taps two fingers at your lips, doing as you’re told you part your swollen lips to welcome him, he watches your hooded lustful eyes whilst you suck on his digits, tongue skillfully twisting and licking. His other hand cupping firmly at the mound of your ass, helping you rub yourself against his thigh, slowly moving towards the front of your body. “Take ‘em off” he instructs, pushing at the material of your bikini bottoms.

“So demanding” you tease, humming around his fingers, a trail of spit connecting your lips to them as he pulls away, watching intently as you shuffle out of your bikini, pussy growing sensitive at the exposure to the cool air. Of course he wastes no time pushing his fingers against your entrance, skillfully tracing both digits along your folds, gathering your arousal at the tips. “Baby please” you whine, not wanting to be teased today, not when someone could walk up to the top deck and interrupt the moment. You cling on to him tighter, feeling his fingers push into you, slow and steady, your tight wet walls snug around him. You seem to clench around him in time with the waves rocking against the boat, the cool breeze helping control your body temperature, not wanting to leave sweat marks along the sun beds to give away what the two of you are up to. 

“Wetter than the ocean” he teases, scissoring his fingers inside of you, your arousal dripping against him, curling his digits upwards to brush against the spot inside you that has you squirming against him. He rests his forehead against yours, noting how your body heat radiates onto his skin, your cheeks flushed, steady whimpers falling from your lips. “Moan for me baby, let the whole of Italy know who’s making you feel good”.

An orgasm was quickly approaching you, a pinch-me moment overtaking your body as you look out to the shore line, sandy beach only entertaining the last few remaining people of the night, the orange glow of lights gleaming through the windows of the chocolate box houses, praying none of them are owners of binoculars or take a keen interest in boats- because they’d certainly get an eyeful if they wanted to examine the one you were currently laid on (or getting laid on to be more accurate.) 

“Cum on my hand” his words seem to resonate with you, your body obeying to his instructions. Legs becoming jelly-like as the knot bursts in your stomach. And the moan that was trapped in your throat pings into the air of the night, loud enough to make the staff downstairs freeze and listen out for a call, wondering if you were calling them for extra champaign. All you needed right now was right in front of you, poking you in the thigh. Whimpering at the empty feeling when he pulls his fingers out of you, clenching around the vacancy. 

The wind picks up a little, brushing through your hair and rocking the boat to the right. Both of you bracing for the captain to rush to the top deck, blowing your cover. Giggling a little when the boat straightens out and the rocking stops. “Fucking cockblock” he groans, making you laugh, tucking your head into his neck. Your blushed cheeks would certainly blow your cover. “Gotta be quick” he whispers, “Wanna fuck on the Mediterranean sea”. The ocean seems to talk back to him, a large splash and spraying droplets of water falling against your calves. 

He leans forward to catch your lips in a messy, clumsy kiss. Pushing himself out of his swim shorts, cock slapping against his toned torso, freckled tanned skin pressed against yours, your fingers drawing little hearts against his back, the outlines seeming to freeze when the tip of his hard cock brushes against your entrance, easily slicked with your arousal that stills lingers from your previous orgasm. His body hovers over yours, slightly leaning to the side to both keep his balance and to try and make it less obvious that he’s making love to you on top of a boat. Your hand wraps around his length, guiding him in the right position as if he hasn’t done it thousands of times before, but he can’t complain at the sight, something so beautiful yet filthy about your wedding ring sparkling in the light as you pump your hand up and down his cock. “That ring looks great whilst you wank me off” he moans, smirking when you let out a shocked gasp at his vulgar words. 

He can’t quite believe his luck when he sinks into you, in that moment he thanks god, his lucky stars, and everything in between. His beautiful wife, the love of his life, moaning his name in the middle of the Mediterranean sea. A dream brought to life. “God you feel good... every- fuck- everytime” he praises the feel of your tight walls wrapped around him, warm and wet, just like how they always are for him. No time is wasted, his hips moving in a perfect rhythm, you’re quite impressed that he can keep himself balanced with the boat swaying in unison with the waves. His cock was enough to make you a moaning mess, reminding yourself you can’t be too loud due to the company downstairs. Instead sinking your teeth into his shoulder to try and silence yourself. 

Pain is always something that turned him on, having a kink for anything involving spanking, choking, and hair pulling. So it’s no surprise when he throws his head back in ecstasy at the feel of your teeth grazing his skin, certain he’ll have a mark in the morning to remember the moment. It’s like you’ve read his mind, fingers pushing through his hair and grabbing a fistful, tugging at the roots with each thrust. With the pent up feeling of you wrapped around him as well as the added nipping and tugging he could nearly cum right there and then. But he’s learnt over the years of being together how to control himself, wanting to elongate sex with you, rinsing every second of being inside you.  

“Cum for me again baby, give me another one” he encourages, watching you feebly mutter something inaudible, pleasure messing with your words, sweat growing on your collar bone, rising up the skin of your neck and painting your cheeks a darker red. The rapid clenching of your pussy tells him you’re approaching your second high, thighs slick with arousal, painting his skin damp with each thrust. “You’re boobs look great” he says under his breath, hearing you let out a little giggle and whisper “so romantic”, quick to change that when his mouth trails down to your right boob, leaving a wet trail of kisses to your breasts, nipping one of your nipples between his teeth and grazing it gently. Against your boobs you hear him whisper; “you’re close, I can feel it baby, c’mon” with three harsh thrusts, shaking your body with each one. 

And just like that, with a loud whine and a cry you’re giving in to his words, pussy convulsing around his length, squeezing him towards his own high. His hand clamps over your mouth before you can scream his name for the whole of Positano to know, surely by now the captain and the staff must have an inkling about what you’re up to, they’d seen the eyes you were giving each other all day. The little slaps to your ass from him as you prepared to dive into the emerald sea, or how you sat on his lap whilst he fed you watermelon, his tongue licking playfully at your chin to capture the juices. 

Now his favourite juices soaked his cock, his baby scratching lines into his back- far less innocent than the hearts that were drawn on his skin earlier. Your bikini bottoms on the floor and your bikini top flooded by your boobs and they hang over the edge of the material. In that moment you’re both so free, nature housing such pleasure. 

He’s not far behind you, he couldn’t possibly be when your pussy grips at him with such force, dirty words encouraging him to coat your walls with his seed. “Cum for me hubby” it’s more the new title that does it for him. This was his life, married to a filthy little goddess, making love to you where anyone could see, yet in this moment it was only you and him- just like it’ll be for the rest of your lives. 

He frantically slaps his hips against yours, the overwhelming sensation to cum washes over him quickly, feeling the fire in this pit of his tummy grow bigger then it ever had before. “I’m gonna cum baby” he chokes out, the grip on yur hips becoming tighter, thrusting into you as he rapidly chases his high, “it’s gonna be so much, it’s- fuck- oh god” you can’t seem to string a sentence together, stuttering and shaking with each word. 

“Fill me up baby” you whisper, scratching at the back of his neck, “Drown me” you can’t help but let out a little giggle, “pardon the pun” he scoffs at your attempt of linking being on the sea with your pussy ‘drowning’ in his cum. Trying to hide his smirk, tongue licking his top teeth as he shakes his head. 

“Still making stupid puns whilst I’m balls deep inside ya… I married an idiot” he laughs, pulling you even closer to him, soon to choke on his own moans, hitting his high and spilling his seed sloppily inside of you, the sensation making your walls clench, draining him of every last drop of cum he can give you. Riding out his high with a few more lazy thrusts, pushing his cum deep into you, his rhythm faltered by the rocking boat, nearly losing balance when his wobbly legs push himself off of you. 

Now you’re a sight to behold, breathless, glowing with that freshly fucked look. Eyes watching him intently as he pushes himself into his shorts and lazily looks for your bottoms, knowing if his cum dripped out of you there would be a hefty fee for leaving ‘bodily fluids’ on the sun lounger. 

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The stars start to poke through the dark sky, sailing back to shore in a comfortable silence, chests still rising and falling in a quicker manner then usual, regaining the normality of not being caught up in each other's bodies. His finger plays with your ring, yours plays with his. How a simple gold band could look so flawless on his hand. 

As the waves say one last goodbye, now twinkling under the light of the moon, the boat moors into the dock. Hand in hand walking back to land, still feel the rocking sensation as you get used to the solid floor beneath your feet.

“So…” he whispers, aware it’s late at night, a buzz of nightlife coming from the restaurant nearby, your arms swinging in unison.  “This time again next year?” he smirks, this certainly couldn’t be a one time thing.

 “See you then” you wink playfully, voice laced with sleep, ready to head back to the villa and be held in his arms for the rest of the night.

[jamesmaddiscnx]

You being 17 and going into your last year of sixth form and the night before your first day and your telling neco how much you hate it and school in general as all the younger kids come up to you asking for his signature or how you met so he helps you pack your bag and cuddles you. Then you could do a part two where he drives you too school and he picks you up and takes your for a maccies

request prompt: neco reassuring you about your age gap and the people at school who use you to get to him. part 1?

word count: 587

warnings: mentions of a slight age gap (17-19) nothing too serious.

category: fluff

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Dating a footballer was never going to be easy. Especially when there was a slight age gap and you were still in school.

The kids at school were relentless. Naturally, as soon as they heard that you were dating a footballer who plays for Liverpool, they were always coming up to you, asking you if you could get his autograph for them or tickets for the next big match. It was exhausting. Nobody was interested in you anymore.

You knew that this would happen when you first started dating Neco. It was something that you had signed up for and although the kids were annoying, you wouldn’t change it for the world. He was everything that you had ever wanted and although you were still young, he was perfect for you.

When you went home after back to school shopping that evening, you had decided to get on with all of the homework that you had yet to complete so that you wouldn’t be drowning in it later on in the week,

As soon as you entered the house, you sprinted up the stairs and into your bedroom, getting started on your English essay.

You spent many hours on your essay and just as you were reaching your conclusion, your boyfriend came bursting through your bedroom door and tackled you into a tight hug.

“First day of sixth form tomorrow.” He mumbled into your hair, knowing just how hard you had been working to make sure that when you had the opportunity, you would get into your top choice university.

You groaned, hearing the words fall from his mouth and yet another painful reminder of what was to come the following day. You considered yourself incredibly lucky to have an education, an opportunity to learn and a chance to further your education by applying to universities later in the year but it didn’t mean that you had to like the place.

“Uh oh, what’s the groan for?” He pulled away and looked at your face, his eyebrows furrowing together in concern. He hated that you weren’t like most couples and that he couldn’t hold your hand around school, walk you to your next lessons or bitch about your least favourite teachers together but he tried his best.

You both moved over to your bed where you laid, wrapped up in his arms as you explained your dilemma about all of the younger kids pestering you to get to Neco. He frowned, upset that he was the root cause of it all even though he couldn’t help it.

“Let’s pack your bag, yeah?” He was abrupt and you sighed, knowing that he was beating himself up about something that he couldn’t control. Despite it all, you got up from your position on the bed and helped him.

The tension quickly dissolved as the two of you laughed about all of the silly notes that you had made about what it was that you needed to pack. You had both been messing about and it helped take your mind of what was going to happen the following day.

“I know it’s exhausting but you just have to ignore the people that get to you. How do you think I’ve become Liverpool’s star left back?” He joked as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Shut up.” You giggled, shoving his arm slightly but it didn’t keep him away for long because before you knew it, he was back in front of you, his lips on yours and you melted in to the kiss.

No matter what happened, you always had Neco in your corner.

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hi! sorry for not being very active, i think it’s fair to say that online uni has been very busy and trying to get that work done, plus writing on wattpad has left me very little time to write on tumblr. just a little psa, my dms aren’t working at all on this account which is very strange to say the least so if you want to get in touch with me, you can message me on my other tumblr account @zabdi-x my wattpad account (jamesmaddiscn) or my instagram (jamesmaddiscn).

enjoy and stay safe!

lots of love, e x

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[jadonsanhco]

waking up in the middle of the night and you can’t sleep with Neco xx

the absence of you in his arms made him wake up as well, rolling over to see you staring up at the ceiling, the alarm on the nightstand saying 3:53 am. “what are you doing awake?” he whispered and laid his head on your chest, his arm wrapping around your stomach while your hand went to play with his hair. “can’t sleep,” you said softly, neco humming and pulling you closer. you could tell he wanted to try and help you fall asleep but that he was too tired to say anything else himself, his eyes already closed again and almost instantly he was back asleep. you entertained yourself by playing with his curls, the action eventually making you sleepy as well so you leaned your head on top of his, neco burying his face in your boobs as he got comfortable in his sleep and before you knew it sleep washed over you again.

[landosmclaren]

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[footballffbarbiex]

Can you do a blurb about neco Williams and being in labour with your first child together and how he reacts x

probably don’t need to give the warning that there’ll be giving birth talk below. Don’t click the read more if this isn’t something you’re comfortable with. If you’re tagged and don’t wanna read this kinda thing, it’s ok!

It’s important to note that not every birth is the same, and this won’t always happen, tho I’m speaking the below from some of my experience.

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Neco is terrified. He hadn’t ever imagined he’d become a teenage father and yet here he was, holding his girlfriend’s hand as she uses the other to hold the gas and air pump to her mouth. 

The midwife is at the bottom of the bed, her eyes flickering to between his girlfriend’s thighs and the monitor beside her, reading both hers and the baby’s heartbeat. Neco’s gaze drops to her hand, the wires and cannulas stuck in place, hooked up to more drips, anything to help her get through this as smoothly as possible. 

Her face scrunches up in pain as a particularly strong contraction begins and she sucks in a deep breath of the gas and air and holds it there as she tries to push as hard as she can.

“you’re doing brilliantly, keep going, keep going, keep going.” the midwife encourages, her eyes fixed firmly between her legs and Neco doesn’t know what to do with himself as his hand is gripped with such force, he’s never known anything like it. 

He doesn’t want to say anything, the pain in his hand is nothing compared to what he’s helped to put her through right now. She’d sat him down previously to watch One Born Every Minute and he’d almost passed out just watching that. Being here, watching it live and in person is something else. 

She lets it all out in one long exhale when the midwife tells her to rest for a moment. She looks exhausted, her hair sticks to her face with sweat and she tries to grab a few moments between contractions to gather herself. Not that she has long before she’s sucking on the tube once more.  

He’s in awe at how she’s handling this. Usually, the smallest inconvenience has her paling and needing to sit down, yet here she is, in the worst pain of her life and she’s handling it like...well, like superwoman. 

“Hey,” he whispers to her, “you’re doing amazing,” he says. “You’re doing so well.”

“Don’t look, please don’t look,” she replies quickly as he turns his head to look downward. Her hospital gown is bunched up and though he can’t see anything from this angle, he respects her wishes; even though he’s not 100% sure he’d want to look down there anyway.

“I won’t, I won’t.” He reassures her, wiping the hair from her face and strokes over her hand which clutches his. “You’re doing so well, breathe.” he tells her, “that’s it, breathe through this.”

“You’re almost there, a few more pushes and you’ll have a baby.” the midwife says. 

“A few more and you get to meet your daughter.”

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[football-and-fanfics]

Neco Williams masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for Neco Williams (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 3 March 2023

Imagines posted in 2020:

"My hands are cold."

Imagines posted in 2021:

Having a fight

"You keep that photo of us in your wallet?"

New Year's Day

"Shit, this really hurts."

Red card

"You shouldn't be out of bed."

"Excuse me, I have to go make a scene."

"You're hot when you get protective."

Hug

"What the fuck was that?"

"I can't reach, I'm too short."

"Why are you still awake?"

Gently waking him up

Snoring

Comforting him after losing a big match

"Are you jealous?"

Falling asleep on the beach

Cranky

Showing up on the other's doorstep in tears

"Of course I still love you. Why would you even ask that?"

Staring at you from across the room

Imagines posted in 2022: None

Imagines posted in 2023: None yet

[footballxixstars]

Summer Fair • Neco Williams

“Where to go first?” You questioned Neco as you walked through the entrance of the fair which was currently in Liverpool. It was a warm evening and there was not a cloud in sight in the sky so it only made sense that the two of you went out to do something together. It was a much-needed date night and the both of you prefer dates where you go and do an activity rather than ones where you go to a restaurant and watch movies. Okay, you like dates like that at home where you order food and then cuddle on the sofa or in bed watching movies which may eventually lead to more but if you go out then you want to go and do an activity. Why go out to do stuff when you can do it in the comfort of your own home?

“Let’s go on the rides over there,” Neco said, pointing to where the bigger rides of the fair were located. You should’ve guessed that he would want to go on the rides straight away. Anyway, he held your hand as he dragged you towards the rides that he wanted to go on. There was no particular order to them just go on whatever you wanted to. The way your stomach would drop when you were on some of the rides, the spinny ones making you feel slightly sick and dizzy since you kept going on them one after another with no break really in between. There weren't many people here meaning there weren’t long queues so you never had to wait long to get on the good rides. You could go on all of them and more than once if you wanted to without having to wait too long.

After going on near enough all of the rides at least a couple of times Neco wanted a break from the rides and wanted to go and do something else. Neco wanted to go and try some of the games that they had since apparently you always have to play them when you go to a fair since that’s a main part of the fair. It’s just as important to play them as it is to go on the rides. Neco’s words, not yours.

“I’m going to win you something,” Neco said confidently. He was too confident about it.

“Yeah, okay,” You said, smirking not believing him. All of the games are rigged and you know that so there is very little possibility that he will win you something but it’s cute that he wants to try to win you something. There are a lot of games around that Neco can try to win at but it’s highly unlikely that he will actually win. You watched as he tried a couple of times at the same game and he was failing miserably at it so he moved on to another one thinking it would be easier. News flash it wasn’t but Neco was too stubborn and would try to win one of the games around. You knew that Neco wasn’t going to give up anytime soon so you decided to go and find something else to do. You felt a little bit hungry and you could smell food from the stalls around you and it was just making you hungrier. Your stomach was going to start rumbling soon as well you could just tell. You decided to take another glance at Neco before making the decisions.

“I’m going to get some food,” You told him whilst he was busy on one of the games. He nodded but other than that didn’t do anything so you went to find some food. There were a lot of food places around but you didn’t know what you wanted to eat. You could smell freshly made doughnuts coming from one place and they smelled absolutely divine. From another place, you could smell hot dogs and burgers. Even though you could smell those, you decided to walk around a bit to see what other food options are about, you have enough time for it. You eventually picked up some food and drinks for both you and Neco before making your way back to where you last saw Neco at the games.

“Y/N,” You heard Neco shout and you turned around to see him walking towards you with a giant panda teddy in his arms. He actually won something from one of those rigged games and a big prize as well, not one of those tiny ones which everyone wins because ‘if you play, you win!’ It’s their way of reeling people in and apparently it works.

You were speechless as Neco passed you the big panda that he had just won. You struggled to hold it in your arms since you still had the food and drinks yet you still managed to do so. You had no idea how much Neco had spent on the game but he had actually won you something from them. You’re betting that he spent a lot of money on the games to win something but you’re not completely sure how much. It most definitely would’ve been cheaper to just buy a panda at a shop or something but the fact he won it made it more special than if he did just buy it no matter how much he spent.

“Th-Thank you,” You said when you realised that you hadn’t said anything to him yet about it. You didn’t want to be rude since he spent a lot of time, effort and money winning you the panda.

“Here’s some food,” You then added, passing him some of the food that you had brought which you are surprised that you hadn’t dropped yet. He said a quick thanks before stuffing his mouth to the brim with the food, not even giving himself time to breathe properly before forcing more food in. He looked like a hamster with his cheeks stuffed full of food and you couldn’t help but laugh at this thought. He looked at you confused wondering why you were laughing but you just shrugged him off and took a smaller bite out of your own food and swallowing it before deciding to take another bite.

The two of you sat to the side allowing your food to digest as you got lost in conversation. It was loud around with music blaring, the rides, the games and just the people in general talking and shouting to each other but you found a quieter place to sit for a bit. You eventually got bored and the two of you went on several different rides again until you looked at your phone and you saw the time. It was getting late and you knew that you would have to start leaving soon but there was still one more thing that you wanted to do so you put your phone away before standing up and turning to Neco.

“Let’s go on the Ferris wheel before we go,” You said to Neco, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards it. The Ferris wheel was a must when going to a fair and it’s best to do it when it’s getting darker since when you look out everything just looks so much better. The lights of the fair are on so it brightened up the place. The lights are all different but bright colours that are illuminated in the sky. You could already imagine what it’s going to look like when you do eventually get to the top. You were shivering as you were waiting in line. It wasn’t exactly cold but there was a slight breeze making it a bit colder than it was earlier and you hadn’t brought a jacket with you. The breeze picked up making you shiver once again and unconsciously you leaned into Neco a bit more trying to get some of his body heat.

“Here,” Neco said, passing you the jacket that he was wearing. You smiled at him and put the jacket on and the sleeves went past your fingertips and the jacket overall was big on you and it was comfortable to wear though and it also smelt like Neco which was nice. It didn’t take long until it was your turn to get on the Ferris wheel and you started to get excited. You also kept his jacket knowing that it’s going to get chillier when you actually start moving on the Ferris wheel. You left the panda at the bottom and sat in the seat with Neco. The seats were pretty small so the two of you were squished tightly next to each other. Not that you minded, you always enjoyed having Neco close to you.

The view was amazing as you went up on the Ferris wheel holding Neco’s hand tightly. It was dark out now since you and Neco had actually been here for a while. Way longer than you thought that you would be. Anyway, the view was incredible on the Ferris wheel like it was near enough always is and because it was dark the lights shone brightly. It was beautiful.

“I love you. Thank you for all of this,” You said to Neco when the Ferris wheel stopped at the top since they were letting people on and off. Cliche you know talking when you stopped at the top of the Ferris wheel and a romantic talk nonetheless.

“I love you too,” Neco said, pulling you into a kiss. A real passionate kiss that you were glad that people couldn’t see you properly making this moment even more cliche than it already was beforehand but did you honestly care. Yeah, a little but you were kissing Neco and his kisses are addictive so you didn’t want to pull away no matter how cliche this little moment was. You kissed him and only pulled away when you felt the Ferris wheel start moving again. Once you did pull away from him you leaned into him more and he placed his arm over your shoulder so you could cuddle into him until you had to get off of the Ferris wheel.

“Come on grab your panda and we can go home,” Neco told you when you got off of the Ferris wheel. You nodded your head and grabbed your panda holding it close to your chest before taking Neco’s hand in your free one. You walked back through the fair which starting to quiet down your hands swinging in between the both of you. As you got to the car Neco turned and pushed you into the car before boxing you in and placing a soft kiss against your lips. It was somewhat of an awkward kiss since you both were smiling throughout it you didn’t care about the kiss though. You had an amazing date and you were happy. That’s all that mattered.

MASTERLIST | MORE WILLIAMS

[macybeckham7]

You fucking him in the car before christmas lunch with the family

You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, as you were teasing him as he drives you to the restaurant for Christmas lunch. As he pulls up he instantly locks you both inside, he pushes back his chair and undos his seatbelt and his buckle on his belt. He signals for you to come over, which you instantly do. He muttering in your ear  ‘can you feel what you have done to me baby?’ He wasn't holding back as you thrusts inside you, he holds your hips as he perfectly thrusts inside you as you moaned how perfect he feels. His hand grip the fabric of your dress as his mouth is sucking your tits. The windows were steaming up as you were both heaving breathing and low moans, the car gently rocked in time to your hips rocking over him. He moaned in your ear wanting you to moan louder for him, wanting people to hear how good he was making you feel. You both reaching your highs in unison, you both entering the restaurant, with rosy flushed cheeks as he tried to straighten himself up as he follows behind you.  

[trentaafcsblog]

Can you write about meeting neco in the Tunnel after he makes his debut and it’s all soft and fluffy xx

“Babyyy!” you squeal as you run towards him, leaping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist as you give him a little kiss, “I’m so proud of you” you whisper as he buries his head into your neck, all of his teammates patting him on the back and congratulating him as they head towards the changing rooms, the two of you stood in the middle of the tunnel together as he tries to come to terms with what had just happened, “my little Premier League star” you giggle as you ruffle his curls, having to break your cuddle when he gets dragged into the changing rooms, not realising that he was the last one left as he quickly grabs his stuff and heads out into the car park, your heart bursting at how he was still wearing his kit, telling you that he was never going to take it off now that he’d made his debut in it, feeling so lucky to have been able to share that moment with him, another step in the direction of achieving his dreams

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

✦:˒ blurb weeks masterlist ◞⁺☆．

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✎ who i write for

ღ players i love writing for

✦:˒ smut

↯ angst

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˗ˏˋ my playlist ´ˎ˗

1. you were mine for the summer now we know it’s nearly over

╰┈➤ summer love one direction | leon goretzka | john stones ↯

2. i’m just talking shit to the ones that’ll listen

╰┈➤ go flex post malone | dcl

3. she texts me in a warm summer night (sie schreibt mir um halb drei in ‘ner warmen Sommernacht)

╰┈➤ sommergewitter pashanim | virgil van dijk | robin koch

4. you better shut up and be good ( vi conviene stare zitti e buoni)

╰┈➤ ✦:˒ zitti e buoni måneskin | leon goretzka | marcus rashford

5. what the hell were we? tell me we weren’t just friends

╰┈➤ friends chase Atlantic | jadon sancho | jude bellingham

6. “hi, why’d you only call me when you’re high?“

╰┈➤ why’d you only call me when you’re high arctic monkeys | dcl | Jack grealish

7. we’ll safety pin, the pieces of our broken hearts back together

╰┈➤ safety pin 5sos | jadon sancho | mason mount | Ben Chilwell

8. i have not been able to love another person and i swear that i’ve tried (a otra persona no he podido amar y te juro que lo he tratado)

╰┈➤ si estuviemos juntos bad bunny | marcus rashford | jadon sancho ↯

9. i swear to god, i never fall in love then you showed up, and I can’t get enough of it

╰┈➤ my ex’s bestfriend blackbear | jack grealish | dcl

10. for every question why, you were my because

╰┈➤ walls louis tomlinson | jude bellingham | marcus rashford

˗ˏˋ insecurities ´ˎ˗

⿻ mason mount

✦:˒ insecure about a mole

✦:˒ insecure about not looking like a model

insecure about beauty spots

insecure about big boobs

insecure about acne

insecure about wearing bikinis

⿻ leon goretzka

insecure about small boobs ↯

insecure about transfer rumors

insecure about his past long term relationship

⿻ erling haaland

✦:˒ insecure about wide hips

insecure about not being norwegian

insecure about small lips

insecure about sitting on his lap

⿻ dominic calvert-lewin

insecure about having a strong accent

insecure about not being sexy enough

insecure about being introverted

⿻ ben chilwell

insecure about having a stutter

insecure about your body and needing validation

⿻ marcus rashford

insecure about having a strong accent

insecure about your body type

⿻ jadon sancho

insecure about stretch marks

feeling ‘flat’

⿻ joe gomez

✦:˒ insecure about the attention he gets from others

⿻ jack grealish

insecure about small boobs & stretch marks

insecure because you gained weight

insecure about big boobs

⿻ neco williams

insecure about thick thighs

⿻ robin koch

insecure about curvy thighs

⿻ scott mctominay

not feeling good enough

⿻ virgil van dijk

✦:˒ insecure about your boobs

⿻ john stones

insecure about thighs at beach

⿻ unai simón

insecure about the future

⿻ anyone you like

insecure about hip dips