#soccer player reader

[jhyoos]

Off Limits

chapter one : cold hearted snake

soccer player vi x talis reader

mentions : player vi, besti ekko, romance, lesbianism, modern au, college au, drama, abby tlou, ellie tlou, cheerleader reader, mention of sex, mentions of overdosing

notes: semi long chapter so get some snacks, turn your fan on and rub your feet together

edit: i ended up changing nyu to asu (arcane state university)

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"Jayce… don’t piss me off," you mumbled groggily, swatting at the air as you turned away from the light creeping in through the curtains. Your brother had this awful habit of waking you up early, and this time, it was no different. You groaned as you felt the edge of his foot on your nightstand, a clear sign that he wasn’t planning to leave until you gave him the attention he craved.

"Please, sis. Just tell me if they go good with my outfit. It's my junior year. I gotta look fresh," Jayce said, his voice high-pitched and over-the-top, just the way it always was when he was seeking validation.

You blinked open one eye, then the other, squinting up at him. The sight of his goofy grin—complete with his messy hair—did nothing to help the headache that was already forming. He was holding a pair of sneakers in one hand, his new must-have shoes for the school year.

You rubbed your eyes and sighed, giving him the most unimpressed look you could muster. "Yeah, Jayce. You look good," you said flatly, trying to roll over and go back to sleep.

But Jayce, of course, wasn’t done. He let out an exaggerated sigh and plopped down on the edge of your bed, his body taking up far too much space. "Don’t go back to sleep, c’mon! It’s your first day here at ASU. You gotta make a statement," he said, wiggling his eyebrows, clearly proud of his well-meaning, annoying attempt to motivate you.

You cracked open an eye again, giving him a deadpan stare. "I don’t want to hear it, Jayce. You’re lucky I’m even awake right now."

Jayce chuckled, nudging you lightly with his foot. "Get up, you lazy bum. I need to know if this shirt works with my new kicks or not. It’s important!"

You sighed, sitting up slowly, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Looking at him—his eager face, his ridiculous outfit—wasn’t helping your mood. You glanced at his sneakers, then his shirt, then his whole vibe. Jayce looked like he was trying way too hard to impress everyone on his first day back. He had his typical “I’m cool” swagger on display, and you weren’t sure if you should laugh or just roll your eyes harder.

"Yeah, Jayce. You look good," you muttered, not really caring but knowing that was the answer he wanted to hear.

Jayce leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, all dramatic as he asked, "Really? I mean, really? You sure about that? ‘Cause I need you to be my fashion consultant today."

You shook your head, not even bothering to reply to his antics. You were too tired for this. But he wasn’t backing down. He was, after all, Jayce—a master at annoying people to no end.

"Don’t make me get Mom on the phone, you know she’s got the best opinions," he teased, but you could hear the hint of excitement in his voice. He wasn’t just annoying you for attention; he genuinely seemed to need your approval.

You shot him a glare. "If you don’t stop, I’ll tell Mom you’ve been wearing the same pair of socks for two days."

Jayce’s grin faltered, just for a second, before he playfully shoved your shoulder. "Low blow, sis. Low blow."

Finally, you could hear him sigh in defeat. "Fine. I’m leaving, I’m leaving. Get up, though! Or I swear, I’ll drag you out of bed myself."

You stared at him as he got up and headed toward the door, but not without another remark. "Oh, and don't even think about that raggedy bus today. We’re taking my car. And you're making a statement whether you like it or not."

The door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, there was silence—glorious silence.

You glanced at the time on your phone. 5:47 AM. With a groan, you threw the covers off and rolled out of bed.

The thought of the first day at ASU made your stomach churn with nerves, but you couldn't show it. Not after all the teasing and endless talk of “making a statement” from your brother. You needed to at least pretend like you had it all together. So, with a loud sigh, you shuffled into the bathroom for a shower, hoping the cold water would wake you up enough to deal with the day ahead.

As you stood under the stream of water, you tried to clear your head. You'd never been one for drama, but here you were, starting college at one of the most prestigious schools in the country. It was supposed to be exciting. New people, new opportunities, new everything. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were stepping into something much bigger than you were ready for.

Still, there was no turning back now.

You had spent your freshman and sophomore years in Italy, a place you quickly grew to love. It was a dream come true—walking cobblestone streets, sipping espresso in tiny cafes, and studying architecture and art history in a country that felt alive with culture and tradition. At first, you were nervous about being so far from home, but Italy embraced you with open arms, and soon, it felt more like home than your actual home ever had.

The plan had been simple: you would study abroad, and Jayce would come with you. Your mom had made it clear that he had the option to join you. “Think about it,” your mom had said, “two years of sibling bonding while experiencing a whole new world.” But, of course, Jayce had shrugged it off.

"Pass," he'd said without hesitation. "All my friends are here. Plus, who's gonna keep the soccer team alive without me?"

You’d rolled your eyes when he said it, but deep down, his refusal stung. He didn’t even consider it. And as much as you hated to admit it, part of you had wanted him there. Sure, he was annoying and constantly in your space, but he was also your big brother—the one who always knew how to make you laugh when you were stressed, the one who looked out for you when no one else did. Without him, you felt a little more alone than you were ready to admit.

But Italy had been a journey all its own. You’d found your rhythm there, made lifelong friends, and grown in ways you never expected. You learned to navigate bustling markets in Florence, spent lazy afternoons sketching by the canals in Venice, and even picked up enough Italian to argue with locals over gelato flavors. It wasn’t just a study abroad experience; it was a transformation.

Then, two years flew by faster than you thought they would. And just like that, it was time to say goodbye to everything you’d built in Italy. The narrow alleyways you knew like the back of your hand, the corner cafe where the barista always greeted you with a warm "Ciao, bella," and the friends who had become family. It wasn’t easy leaving it all behind, but the opportunity to finish your degree at home on a full-ride scholarship was too good to pass up.

There was one silver lining to returning home: Ekko. Your best friend since middle school. He’d been the one constant in your life before you left for Italy, and as much as you loved your new friends abroad, no one quite compared to Ekko. He was like a brother to you, but cooler than Jayce ever could be—not that you’d ever tell Jayce that to his face.

Ekko was in ASU with a full ride scholarship majoring in Engineering, balancing school with being on the soccer team alongside Jayce. The two of them had always been close, despite being complete opposites. Jayce was loud, confident, and always seeking the spotlight, while Ekko was more laid-back and analytical, content to let his skills speak for themselves. The idea of seeing them again—especially Ekko—was one of the few things keeping you grounded as you prepared to face New York after two years away.

After your last class wrapped up, you decided to head over to the campus coffee shop to grab something to eat. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods hit you as soon as you walked in. You ordered an iced coffee and a bagel sandwich before making your way outside, where small tables with umbrellas dotted the courtyard.

Finding an empty table near the edge of the patio, you set your things down and took a seat. The campus buzzed around you as students chatted or hurried to their next destination. Sipping your coffee, you opened your book and began reading while occasionally taking bites of your sandwich.

As you lost yourself in the story, two hands suddenly grabbed your shoulders, making you jolt and nearly drop your sandwich. Your head whipped around, your heart racing, only to be met with a familiar face—Ekko.

“Holy—Ekko!” you exclaimed, standing up with a wide grin.

He laughed, his grin just as big as yours. “Surprise!”

Without hesitation, you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I missed you so much,” you said, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

“Missed you too,” Ekko said, his arms wrapping around you firmly. After a moment, he pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he took a good look at you.

You twirled around dramatically, giving him a full view of your outfit. His brows shot up in surprise as he took it all in. “Damn… Italy changed you in more ways than one. What happened to my (Y/N) who wore oversized hoodies and partied like a rockstar every other weekend?”

You smirked, crossing your arms. “She’s dead, but I still love a good party,” you quipped.

Ekko leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed and a playful smirk on his face. “There’s gonna be a first-day bonfire tonight. Good music, new faces, and…” he paused for effect, “…Caitlyn Kiramman, the cheer captain, might be there. You could ask her about whether there’s a chance you’re on the team since you submitted that video for tryouts.”

Your face lit up with excitement. “You always come in clutch,” you said with a grin. “Only if you’re taking me, though.”

Ekko shook his head, his smirk turning into a sheepish grin. “Can’t. I’ve got a date for the bonfire.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Aw, really? Who’s the lucky girl?”

“A girl named Jinx. She’s in most of my classes. Thought she was cute, so I asked her out,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “She surprisingly said yes.”

“Surprisingly?” you teased, folding your arms and leaning toward him. “Please, Ekko, you’ve got more game than you think. Good for you, seriously.”

He chuckled, his cheeks dusted with a hint of pink. “Thanks, I guess. What about you? Got your eye on any girls here yet?”

You grinned mischievously, your voice dripping with confidence. “Always.”

Ekko leaned in slightly, his eyebrows raised. “Oh, really?” he asked teasingly.

“Yup. Vi,” you said with no hesitation. “She’s really hot—pink hair, tattoos on her back. God, I would love to take a ride on h—”

“Oh, fuck no,” Ekko interrupted, his voice sharp as his expression shifted to something between disbelief and warning.

You blinked, startled by his sudden tone. “What?!”

Ekko groaned, running a hand down his face. “She’s a player, (Y/N). I should know. She’s on the soccer team with Jayce. Don’t mess with her—you’ll get hurt. Real shit.”

You frowned, confused by his sudden seriousness. “What are you talking about? She seemed fine when I talked to her earlier.”

He pushed off the wall and crossed his arms again, his expression dark. “I’ve seen it happen. She’s got game, yeah, but not the kind you want. I don’t like the way she moves. I used to hang out with her, but I stopped for a reason. The only time I’m even around her is when Jayce is.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Okay, but maybe she’s different now.”

Ekko narrowed his eyes at you, unimpressed. “Look, I’m just saying—don’t let her mess with your head, (Y/N). You’re better than that. Just…be careful, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, though a small part of you appreciated his concern. “Fine, Dad.”

When you got home, Ekko’s warning was the last thing on your mind. Vi was texting you, and there was no way you were going to ignore her. She was too hot not to respond to. Balancing your bag on your shoulder and your coffee cup in one hand, you pushed the door shut with your foot. As soon as the door clicked behind you, you checked your phone again, a grin spreading across your face as you read her latest message.

Heading upstairs, you scrolled through the playful back-and-forth between you and Vi, feeling giddy. The attention she was giving you was addictive. You were so lost in the conversation that you didn’t notice Jayce stepping out of the bathroom until you nearly bumped into him.

He stood there with a towel slung around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed the stupid grin on your face. “The fuck are you smiling about, dopey?” he teased, crossing his arms over his chest. “You look a little too gay right now.”

You rolled your eyes and brushed past him. “Ha, ha, hilarious,” you muttered, holding your phone a little closer as you tried to move toward your room.

But Jayce wasn’t going to let it go. He reached over and snatched the phone right out of your hand.

“Jayce! What the fuck!” you yelped, spinning around and reaching for it.

Jayce held it out of your reach, laughing as he glanced at the screen. But his laughter quickly died when he saw the name at the top of the conversation. His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “You’re fucking around with Vi?” he asked, his tone dripping with judgment.

“It’s the first day, so not yet, clearly,” you snapped, grabbing your phone back with an irritated glare.

Before you could retreat to your room, Jayce stepped in front of you, blocking your path. His expression shifted to something more serious, almost protective. “Whatever you’re doing with her, stop. She’s a close friend of mine, and she gets around, (Y/N). It’ll be awkward as hell, and on top of that, I’m not trying to get embarrassed by you.”

You rolled your eyes, brushing past him. “Whatever,” you muttered dismissively, though his words stung.

Jayce didn’t move from where he stood, following you with his eyes as you turned toward the stairs. “Hey, wait. Are you going to the bonfire tonight?”

You stopped and turned to face him. “Yeah, Ekko has a date, so I need a ride. Can you take me? Mom and Dad still haven’t gotten me a car yet, so I’m stuck.”

Jayce shook his head immediately, folding his arms again. “Oh, you’re not going. No way. Vi’s gonna be there, and that’s officially off fucking limits.”

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “What? What the fuck, Jayce! I can’t even go socialize?”

Jayce gave you a hard look. “You’re not going to socialize, (Y/N). I know how you are when it comes to alcohol and…other shit. Or do I need to call Mom and tell her you need to go back to Italy after I let you relapse?”

His words hit you like a slap. Your stomach dropped as anger flared in your chest, and your eyes burned with unshed tears. “Fuck you, Jayce,” you said, your voice trembling with a mix of rage and hurt. “What a low blow.”

You yanked your arm out of his grip and stormed up the stairs, slamming your bedroom door shut behind you. You locked it for good measure, leaning against it as hot tears began to roll down your cheeks.

Outside the door, Jayce’s voice softened, guilt creeping into his tone. “Wait, sis… I didn’t mean it seriously,” he said, knocking lightly.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t even look at him right now.

When it became clear you weren’t going to answer, Jayce sighed. “Let me know if you want anything to eat when I get back,” he said quietly before walking away. The sound of his footsteps faded down the hall, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

While you sat on your bed, still upset over the argument with Jayce, your phone buzzed. You glanced at it, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw it was a text from Vi.

Vi: Are you coming to the bonfire party? I wanna see you.

You hesitated for a moment before typing back.

You: Can’t. My brother’s not letting me go. And I don’t have a car. He was my only ride.

Her reply came almost instantly.

Vi: Well, I have a car. Give me your location and get ready. I’ll pick you up, beautiful.

A grin spread across your face despite everything, and you quickly sent her your location. Tossing your phone onto the bed, you sprang up and went straight to your closet. You scanned your options until you finally settled on a black fitted mini-dress paired with, a denim jacket draped off your shoulders, and chunky black boots. The look was edgy yet flirty—perfect for a night out.

You glanced in the mirror and realized your makeup was a mess from crying. Grabbing a makeup wipe, you cleaned up the smudges, reapplying your eyeliner and lipstick carefully. After smoothing out your hair and giving yourself one last look-over, your phone buzzed again.

“I’m parked outside the complex,” the text read.

“Shit,” you muttered, scrambling to find a cute bag. You tossed your phone, keys, wallet, and lip gloss inside, then rushed out the door.

As you left your apartment complex, you gave the doorman a quick wave. “Goodnight!” you called, like always.

“Have fun!” he replied with a knowing smile.

Outside, a sleek car idled by the curb. You spotted Vi leaning against the driver’s side, her pink hair glowing under the streetlights. She grinned when she saw you, and as soon as you slid into the passenger seat, she leaned over and kissed you.

You froze for a second, caught off guard, but then you melted into the kiss, returning it shyly. When she pulled back, her smirk was devilish.

“Nice place you live at,” she said, glancing at the complex as she started driving. “A friend of mine stays in one of these apartments. You must have a lot of money to live here.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

Vi gave you a quick side glance, her smile softening. “Well, good for me. I like spoiled girls,” she teased.

As soon as you and Vi stepped onto the sandy beach where the bonfire party was in full swing, she casually draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. The heat of the fire reflected in her smirk as she held you there like she had no care in the world.

Immediately, you pulled away, glancing around to make sure no one—especially your brother—had noticed. “Stop,” you hissed, swatting at her arm. “You’re going to blow my cover. I’m not even supposed to be here, remember?”

Vi chuckled, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her ripped jeans, clearly enjoying your paranoia. “Fine, fine,” she relented. “But text me when you’re ready to leave.”

“Where are you going?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna go find Jayce and keep him occupied,” she said with a smirk, already scanning the crowd. “Don’t worry, princess. I got you.”

“Cool,” you said with a nod before slipping away from her, weaving through the bodies of drunken students and the glow of the bonfire’s flickering flames.

Your eyes darted across the party until they landed on Ekko. He was in the middle of a crowd, dancing with a girl who had strikingly light blue hair, her movements wild and carefree as they swayed to the music.

“Hey, Ekko!” you called out over the sound of the music.

Ekko turned his head at the sound of your voice, a grin forming when he spotted you pushing through the crowd toward him. “(Y/N)!” He gestured for you to come closer. “This is Jinx. Jinx, this is (Y/N), my best friend since middle school.”

You smiled, sticking out a hand for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Instead of shaking your hand, Jinx’s face lit up, and she immediately pulled you into a tight hug. “Sorry, but I’m a hugger, girl,” she said, squeezing you before letting go. “And middle school? That’s so adorable!”

You chuckled. “Yep. We used to do chemistry projects together in high school and blow shit up. My parents had to pay millions.”

Ekko laughed, shaking his head. “Yup, we were menaces,” he agreed, nudging you playfully.

Jinx grinned, eyes flickering between the two of you. “I like you already.”

The party was loud, the music pulsing through the air as laughter and shouts filled the night. You were mid-conversation with Jinx when suddenly, a random frat guy shoved an opened Cayman Jack into your hands. The condensation from the bottle chilled your skin as you instinctively curled your fingers around it.

“Chug, pretty thang,” he slurred, grinning like he had just offered you the holy grail.

“Oh, um… no, it’s okay. I’m taking a break from drinking,” you said, trying to hand it back to him.

Instead of taking the rejection, he popped the cap off with his thumb and shoved it back toward you, his eyes wild with excitement. “Chug!” he chanted.

At first, it was just him, but soon, others joined in, the word picking up like a wave, echoing louder and louder around you. "Chug! Chug! Chug!"

Ekko shot you a worried look, his lips parting as if he was about to intervene, but before he could, the pressure of a dozen eyes on you—waiting, watching, expecting—became too much. Without thinking, you tilted your head back and downed the entire drink, the carbonation burning your throat, the alcohol hitting your stomach like a rock.

“There, happy?” you said, shoving the now-empty can into the frat guy’s chest.

He let out a cheer, eyes gleaming with drunken satisfaction. Then, in a final act of bravado, he crushed the can against his forehead with a loud crack and stumbled off into the crowd.

Ekko’s hand was on your shoulder in an instant, his grip firm but gentle. “Fuck…” you muttered, your stomach twisting. Your fingers trembled slightly, your body already remembering the ghosts of your past. “I haven’t had a drink since I…”

Ekko rubbed your shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll get you some water.” His voice was calm, but you saw the worry in his eyes. He turned to Jinx. “Watch her for me?”

Jinx gave a quick nod, her face uncharacteristically serious.

Ekko disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there with the taste of alcohol still lingering on your tongue.

“What’s wrong?” Jinx asked, tilting her head.

“I—I just…” Your voice faltered.

Before you could finish, a voice sliced through the noise, sharp and furious.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Your stomach dropped. You turned to see Jayce standing a few feet away, his face twisted with anger, his fists clenched at his sides.

“I’m just hanging out, Jayce,” you said, trying to keep your voice even.

Jayce scoffed, stepping closer. “(Y/N), I can smell the alcohol on your breath.” His eyes darkened, his voice tight with frustration. “Shit, dude—not even a whole two weeks and you’re already relapsing?”

Your throat tightened. “I’m not relapsing. I was just pressured into taking a drink by those stupid frat boys,” you argued.

“Bullshit,” Jayce snapped.

Ekko returned just in time, a bottle of water in his hand, but he barely had time to process what was happening before Jayce was right in your face again.

You barely heard him, your mind spiraling as the weight of his words sank in.

Yes, you were an addict in high school.

After your dad’s death, you took it harder than anyone else in your family. You fell in with the wrong people, numbing the pain however you could. The night you overdosed, you had been left in an alley, a needle in your arm, your body convulsing, vomiting, barely clinging to life.

Your mother couldn’t handle it anymore.

Instead of sending you to rehab, she sent you to Italy—far away, somewhere new, somewhere she hoped you could start over. And you did. You got therapy. You worked on yourself. You fixed yourself.

But now, standing here with Jayce looking at you like you were a failure, it felt like all that progress meant nothing.

His next words shattered whatever was left of your resolve.

“Go home,” he said coldly. “I don’t care how you get home—just go.”

Then, without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, your vision blurring with tears.

Ekko’s hand found yours, squeezing it gently. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

Jinx nodded, stepping closer. “Yeah, I’ll come too.”

You swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in your throat. “Thanks. Just��let me say goodbye to someone first.”

Ekko nodded. “Cool. We’ll wait by the car.”

He took Jinx’s hand, leading her toward the parking lot, leaving you alone in the middle of the party, feeling like the ground beneath you was slowly cracking apart.

You pushed through the crowd, weaving between sweaty, drunken bodies, the pulse of the music thrumming in your ears. The fire in the middle of the yard crackled, casting flickering orange light over the partygoers gathered around it. Your breath was shallow as you scanned the area, searching for Vi.

And then you saw her.

She was standing by the fire, her red hair illuminated by the flames, her toned arms flexing slightly as she laughed at something. But she wasn’t alone.

A girl with long blue hair stood close—too close. She traced her fingers up and down Vi’s arm, her nails dragging over the inked skin like she had every right to touch her. Vi smirked, that signature, cocky grin that made your heart race earlier in the night. But now, it only made your stomach twist.

Then, before you could even process what was happening, Vi grabbed the girl by the waist and pulled her in. Their lips crashed together in a deep, messy kiss—not just a casual peck, not like the ones you and Vi had shared. This was something more. Their bodies were flush, Vi’s hands gripping the girl’s hips, their mouths moving like they’d done this before.

You felt a lump in your throat, but not because you were heartbroken. No, this wasn’t heartbreak. It was disappointment.

Because everyone was right.

Vi was a player. A flirt. She wasn’t the kind of girl to settle down—not even for you.

Without a second thought, you turned away, pushing through the crowd with more force this time, ignoring the people who grumbled or stumbled in your wake. Vi didn’t even see you.

By the time you reached the car, Ekko and Jinx were already waiting.

“You good?” Ekko asked as you slid into the backseat.

You didn’t answer. You just stared out the window, watching as buildings and trees blurred past. The streetlights flickered across your face, casting shadows that stretched and disappeared.

You didn’t cry.

You didn’t even feel angry.

You just felt disgusted.

For the first time in two years, that familiar, suffocating feeling crept back in—the one that made your skin crawl, the one that made you want to disappear.

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J.B x fem!reader

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), breeding, praising i.e good girl. lmk if i forgot any.

there you were, in the crowded stadium, watching your favourite football team playing and in the lead of the first half. during the halftime break you went on your phone as your boyfriend talks about how shit the other team is playing, you don’t pay much attention to him because someone else has your attention.

there he was, in all of his glory, your biggest celebrity crush— although you are a celebrity yourself you can’t help but fangirl over him. you were pretty close to the field so you could see him clear, he takes off his shirt to show off his perfect physique and you can’t help but drool. fans scream for his name behind you but it was just completely muffled in your head because all you could think of is how good he could fuck you. bellingham was walking your way to talk to fans, you play it cool but internally you were screaming. he comes up to talk to all the fans and sign autographs, stuff like that until he met with your eyes. “wait- aren’t you y/n y/l/n?” he asks, ‘holy shit he knows me’ you said in your head, you were classy though, you shook his hand “yes i am, nice to meet you.” giving him a friendly smile, he smiled back with his perfect teeth, matching your body language.

body leaned towards you, hand resting on the gate, his grip firm, intertwined with yours. you let go as your boyfriend also introduces himself.

you were fairly humble regardless of your countless movie roles, you were the talk of celebrity news. you have no social media presence, raising intriguing thoughts with a lot of your fans, especially bellingham. he was no saint when it comes to you, he constantly thinks about ways to get you, he loved that you were deemed the media’s secret desire. your thoughts were crowded by how you could get bellingham alone so you could show how much of a big fan you were.

-

months after the game many things have changed, there were rumours that jude had a new girlfriend, you and your ex broke up, yet you were still talked about by many.

you were in london, as it was your favourite place in the entire world, you were at a pub, having a glass of wine to yourself until you got a text from your friend that lived in london. he was having a big party and he was inviting you, mentioning that many celebrities would come. usually you’d decline and just stay at home and listen to the rain hit the window of your little apartment in the middle of piccadilly circus; but you wanted a change of scenery. forcing yourself to pay your tab and go home and get ready for whatever the night has in for you.

-

you got out the cab to see your friends place in the middle of nowhere, huge house towering over you and music loud enough to hear a kilometre away, you walked in, chin up high. you were never a nervous person, you were always very secure in yourself and knew you were a prize. you let yourself in to see multiple A-list celebrities in dresses from brands that aren’t even known to you, all talking to each other. you locked eyes with your friend and he gave you a warm welcome, kissing your hand and telling you how gorgeous you look tonight. “y/n darling, i swear you get more beautiful and beautiful as the time passes by, the bar is right there, help yourself to absolutely anything, if you want time alone you know where the guest bedroom is”

you nodded in response as you look at the people mingling. your friend was a football journalist so you expected to see a lot of football players in the room. you made your way to the bar and asked for an old fashioned, you decided to go outside your comfort zone so you spoke to the person that was right next to you. you recognized that clean haircut anywhere.

“hi bellingham” he turned around to lock with your eyes, butterflies in your tummy once again. “you again, you know pablo?” you nodded in response, “fancy seeing your face again, where’s your boyfriend?” he asked. you raised your eyebrows and said “oh we broke up a few days after the game.” you turned your body fully to him as he mirrors your action.

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“you don’t understand how long i’ve been thinking about this” jude breathlessly says in between kisses as he brings you in the guest bedroom of your friends house, the moonlight shining through the blowing curtains, cold air hitting your skin, hardening your nipples making them peak through your skin tight dress. your beautiful perfume intoxicating jude’s nostrils, often going down to your neck and kissing it. “fuck jude me neither.”

slamming you against the wall as he pushes your dress up, you spread your legs apart for him like you were reading his mind, he kneeled down, looking at your clothed pussy with your wetness seeping through. he couldn’t wait any longer, ripping off your lace panties and starts teasing his dick against your right wet pussy. he entered you feeling your pussy swallowing his dick immediately, like your pussy was made for his dick. you looked down to watch him quickly thrust into you, turning you on even more at the sight. you couldn’t help but not keep quiet, his hand making its way to your mouth and holding it tight. “i know baby it feels good but i need you to keep quiet, no need for interruption. need to take my time with you- fucking christ you feel amazing” he purrs in your ear.

it was so full of passion— like you were meant to have sex with him. your pussy was getting stretched out by his thick cock consistently thrusting into you, you clenched on to him not being able to old your cum in any longer. “fuck baby just like that. i wanna cum with you just a little longer baby please” he pleaded. he sounded so good saying please in his birmingham accent. his thrusts became sloppy and slow. “cum baby, you can do it. you’re such a good girl— fuck.” he reassures you after you cum on his dick making a ring, his tip kissing your cervix as you felt his warm seed filling you up”

he pulled out of you, sharing one last kiss with you before putting his suit back on and wiping off the sweat off his forehead. he helped you put your dress back on and fixed your hair a little. “can’t believe my celebrity crush is about to walk around in public with my cum leaking outside of her.”

[meazalykov]

mrs. worldwide

trinity rodman x f!influencer!reader

a footballer fancied a travel influencer who was constantly on her 'for you' page

warnings: a series of social media posts. none of the photos below are my own.

april 7th, 2024

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tamarindo, costa rica

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sayulita, mexico

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los angeles, california

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trinity_rodman look at who I met for the first time today ;)

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audi field, washington district of columbia

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y/n.l/n my first nwsl game

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trinity_rodman another W in the bag 😛 LFG!! featuring my biggest fan of course

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seoul, south korea

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[fizzyapplecandy]

Ateez as Romance Tropes

The one with the soccer punch

Other members

Jongho x reader

Word count: 2k

Genres and warnings: soccer player Jongho, nerdy reader, injuries, fluff, a bit of blood mentioned, happy ending

The captain of your college soccer team sure knows how to shoot and score.

"Oh come on Y/N, just this once!"

"I already said I don't want to, leave it Dahyun."

Your best friend was someone you loved dearly, and if it wasn't for her, you'd be stuck a loner at college. However, Dahyun also knew how to push your buttons. Like right now.

"But it's just a soccer game! Please Y/N, you know Minho is playing."

There it was. She knew you wouldn't say no if she mentioned her crush. Minho was someone Dahyun liked since you came to this college almost three years ago. They were just now hitting it off, and she took every opportunity to be with him. She wanted to support her soon to be boyfriend, so you had to agree.

Reluctantly, almost as if it pained you, you nodded.

"Fine... But don't expect me to stay after it ends. You know I don't like big crowds."

Her face lit up and she threw her hands around you.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best person in the world!"

"I know, it bothers me sometimes."

The two of you continued down the hallway to your next class when you saw him.

Choi Jongho, star of the soccer team. He was a handsome boy, his muscles defined because of his choice in sport. People around your campus loved Jongho, and you noticed how down to earth he seemed. You kind of had a crush on him, but you'd never admit it out loud. Dahyun would have a field trip.

"Hello? Are you with me? Did you hear a word I said?"

You shook your head, taking your eyes off of the pretty man who was walking into his classroom.

"Yeah, yeah... Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I was saying that we have to go early, I want to sit as close to the field as possible. You know how their fangirls are."

"Do we really have to do that?"

Dahyun gasped. "What? Of course we do! How else is Minho gonna see I came to support him? We have to sit up front!"

.

.

"I hate it here."

"Don't be such a sour puss, look at our view!"

As promised, you came to the game with Dahyun. The team was still practicing, about fifteen minutes were left until the start. You were in the second row of bleachers behind the goal, and Dahyun was too excited for her own good.

"Yay..." You tried to cheer, but failed miserably.

Your eyes scanned the field and you noticed Jongho looking over at the bleachers. Maybe he was looking for his girlfriend?

There was a rumor going around that he was a ladies man, and with all of the attention he was getting right this moment, you kind of believed it. There was no official confirmation on the girlfriend part, but you had to guess it was true. There was no way a man like him was single.

His teammates called him over, and he reluctantly went over to them. It seemed like he didn't find what he was looking for.

Before long, the game started. Your team was good, almost too good for the opponent. Dahyun was screaming her lungs off, and you had to pull her down to sit every few minutes. Jongho kept scoring, along with his teammates, and the crowd went wild.

It wasn't until you locked eyes with him accidentally, that everything changed. He was stunned for a second, and in the next, a ball came straight at your face.

You could feel the sting on your nose and lips, the soccer ball hitting you so hard you yelped. You heard a whistle, and soon enough someone's hands were on your face.

"Hey, open your eyes! Come on Y/N!"

Who was that?

You managed to squint, the pain in your nose making it difficult to focus. Something warm was sliding down your chin, and you realised it was probably blood.

That didn't shock you as much as seeing Jongho in front of you. His hands were caressing your cheeks, eyes wide and raking over your injuries.

"Can you hear me? Nod if you can't speak."

You managed to move your head enough to nod, and Jongho shouted for the medic to hurry up.

"I-I'm fine. Am I bleeding? Oh God..." Your words jumbled together as the boy holding you wiped at your bloody nose.

"Shhh... It's gonna be okay, I'll get the blood off of you. Oh, here he is. Jin, what took you so long?"

"Sorry man, I was way over on the other end. Miss, can you stand up? We need to take you to the hospital, your nose might be broken."

You shook your head, already feeling delirious. You didn't want to go to a hospital, you were deadly afraid of needles and white coats.

"No, no, please! I can't!"

Arms wrapped around you, and you were picked up bridal style. You squinted again to focus on Jongho who was holding you.

"Come on, we need to go Y/N."

He started walking, the crowd parting to let him through. His coach yelled after him.

"Boy! Where are you going? This is an important game!"

Jongho only shouted back over his shoulder. "You'll manage. This is more important."

You didn't have the strength to ask him about anything he was saying, nor did you know how he was familiar with your name. All of the questions had to wait until your nose stopped gushing blood.

"I'm going to place you in the backseat along with Jin, he'll look after you until we get to the general hospital. Can you manage?"

Your eyes opened a bit more, and you could now clearly see his face, closer than you ever imagined.

"Y-Yeah, I can manage. Jongho, why don't you go back? The game isn't finished."

He smiled, waiting for Jin to open the car door.

"You know my name." Was his only reply.

There was no time to chat further because Jin took some gauze and started dabbing around your nose and mouth. The ride to the hospital was short, and the men helped you exit the car and hobble into the emergency room. Everything that occurred after you entered was a blur to you. The only thing you knew was that Jongho wouldn't leave your side. The doctor tried to reason with him, but to no avail. He changed in his car into a pair of sweatpants and regular shoes, his jersey still tightly pulled over his shoulders.

The doctor told you your nose wasn't broken, but it would bruise pretty bad. They managed to stop the bleeding, but they wanted you to stay for observation until the end of the day. You were now in your own room, sitting on a narrow bed. There was an IV connected to your arm, slowly dripping, and the TV player an ancient sitcom.

A knock came to the door before Jongho peaked his head inside.

"Can I come in?"

You nodded and he stepped inside. Jongho went over to your bed, sitting down near your feet.

"How are you feeling? Are you still in pain? Why did they give you an IV?"

"I'm feeling... Better. The painkillers help a lot. My blood sugar was too low, they wanted me on fluids. I guess the shock almost made me faint. I don't remember much to be honest. What happened?"

Jongho sighed, looking at his hands. You could see he was in a dilemma, but he turned to look at you as he answered.

"That was all my fault. I'm so sorry. When you looked at me I got so distracted I sent the ball flying right at you. I didn't expect you to sit so close to the goal, I didn't notice you in the back rows."

Wait. Was he looking for you?

"Jongho... How do you even know me?"

The boy in front of you flushed a deep shade of red.

"We have literature together, but we never speak much. I kind of... Have had a crush on you since first year. I know it's silly, but I just can't help it."

"You have a crush on me? How's that possible? Don't you have a girlfriend?" You asked, shocked to find out something you never imagined could happen.

"A girlfriend? No, I haven't had one in two years. Ever since I started crushing on you, nobody else came even close. I'm sorry, this is a bit too much. Forget what I said."

He stood up, ready to walk out, but you reacted quickly.

"Jongho! Wait! I have a crush on you too!"

The boy stopped, turning around with his eyes wide.

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. I know we have literature together, that's the only time I ever have the courage to communicate with you. I thought... You know how I'm kind of a nerd? I have one friend, and I'm not on your level."

"Hey now, don't say that." He walked over to you again, grabbing your hands from your lap and squeezing them

"You're really special, you know? I always admired how smart you are, how dedicated you seem. There is nothing hotter than a girl who knows what she wants in life. And Y/N, you look... Just wow."

You chuckled, squeezing his palms in return.

"I'm sure I look like a beauty queen right now. Have you seen my bruise? I look like I fought Mike Tyson and lost."

Both of you laughed, but you had to stop because of the pain. You winced, leaning back on the bed.

"Do you want me to call the doctor? Maybe you need more meds? You're in pain, let me get you -"

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's gonna hurt for a bit, but it'll go away. Just stay here with me, okay? That's what I need."

He nodded, and you made room for him to sit next to you. Jongho scooted closer, and you were now shoulder to shoulder. It was kind of uncomfortable.

"Hey, how about we go like this?" He asked, lifting his arm and motioning for you to lean on him.

You blushed, but nodded and made yourself comfortable in his embrace. His arm pushed you as close to him as possible, and he leaned his head on yours.

"I'm feeling a bit sleepy..." You whispered.

"Go on, take a nap. I'll be right here when you wake up. We have a date to plan, you know?"

"A date?"

Jongho chucked at your sleepy voice. "Yes, a date. I'm not about to miss my chance with you. After all, not many people get to have such a beautiful girl in their arms."

"Oh stop it..." You swatted at him, but you didn't have the strength to do any damage. Jongho only chuckled, and you fell asleep shortly after that.

There was no telling how long you were going to be out for, but Jongho decided he wouldn't move an inch. He didn't want to disturb you.

There was a light knock on the door, a girl entering afterwards. He remembered her as someone close to you, and his he knew his teammate Minho liked her.

"Hey there, is she okay?"

Jongho nodded. "Asleep, a bit bruised up, but okay."

Dahyun chucked, placing a cup of coffee on the bedside table.

"Here, for you. If you're going to stay with her all night you'll need it."

Jongho was confused. "How did you know I was planning to do that?"

Your best friend smiled. "Darling, I've seen you watching her all over campus, it was pretty obvious you were obsessed. Don't worry, she likes you just as much. Take care of her for me, will you? Tell her I stopped by."

She waved at him, exiting before he could get a word in. Your friend was right, though. If she noticed it, other people probably did, too.

Jongho looked at the sleeping girl in his arms, a warm smile appearing on his face. He'd have to make up for the bruised nose, but he had all the time in the world now.

.

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[oraltraditionfiction]

We listen and we don’t judge | MM7

Mason Mount x f! reader (fluff)

Summary: you and Mason do the 'we listen and we don't judge' challenge

Word Count: 370 word, short little blurb <3

Authors Note: tbh not tiktok people but we thought this was a cute prompt. this is my first fic ever, pls enjoy! -🦷

You set your phone up on the bathroom counter while Mason adjusts his hair in the mirror.

“What are we doing again,” he mumbles, distracted by a patch of spiky hair. 

“The we listen and we don’t judge thing,” you say as you adjust the phone, “people have been requesting it in my comments for weeks.” He nods, turning to kiss your cheek as you press record. 

“We listen and we don’t judge,” You clasp your hands together. “Mase, we have to say it together!”

He throws his hands up, breaking into a small smile. You turn back to the camera, “Okay, I’ll go first.” 

You turn to the camera and whisper conspiratorially, “Sometimes, when you’re at physio, I let the puppy on the couch.” He breaks into laughter, the two of you just barely managing to choke out “We listen and we don’t judge.”

Mason clears his throat and tries to supress a smile, “Sometimes instead of separating the laundry, I throw it all in at once.”

“Is that why my socks are pink?” You say in fake indignation. 

“We listen and we don’t judge,” the two of you chorus. Trying to remain composed, you choke out, “Sometimes when you talk about golf, I think about what we’re eating for dinner instead.” 

He turns to you with an overexaggerated pout, pausing to think for a moment. He turns away from you sheepishly, “One time while I was putting the dishes away, I broke two of your wine glasses and never told you.” 

Your eyes widen and you turn towards him, “You told me they were at the back of the cabinet!” 

“I’ll replace them eventually!” He protests, trying to wrap an arm around you. Looking at him with fake annoyance, you spit out, “Sometimes I eat in the bed when you aren’t home.”

At this, he looks at you horrified, “Babe, that’s disgusting…” You turn and hide your face. He takes this chance to say, “Sometimes after I put on my shoes and I forget something, I walk through the house with them on.” You whip your head around, your jaw dropped, “Mase!” 

The two of you break out laughing, his arms wrapping around you, the video long forgotten.

[trentsgirl]

— 🤍 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: just a lovely morning with your boyfriend.

⟡ content: very fluffy, clingy jude, established relationship, short, around three hundred words.

⟡ notes: had this in my drafts for a while, so thought i should post this because i have too many. requests are open:))

⟡ streaming: tip toe by hybs.

⟡ masterlist.

mornings with jude were usually hectic and far from peaceful. you would quickly get ready for your respective commitments and barely have any time for each other before rushing out the door.

but today was different. it was friday, and jude had been granted a few days off due to a shoulder injury. despite the unfortunate circumstances, jude was excited about the prospect of spending the entire day with you.

his plan was to stay in bed all morning, cuddling and making up for lost time, if you know what i mean. however, you had other plans in mind.

you were accustomed to waking up early and being productive. so as you attempted to free yourself from jude’s firm hold, he unconsciously grunted, his body pressing against yours.

nevertheless, you paid no attention to his murmurs and left the bed, causing jude to grumble even more.

“come back to bed,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. you couldn’t help but find it endearing how much he longed for you. “i’m tired,” he added, lightly tapping your pillow.

deciding to tease him, you donned an exaggerated pout and adopted a whiny tone, as if speaking to a child. “oh, you’re tired? i’m so sorry baby, it must be so difficult for you.”

jude expressed his annoyance, stating, “actually, scratch that. when i said i was tired, what i really meant was that i’m tired of you being a sarcastic little shit.”

you chuckled, returning to the bed with a gentle smile. “well, i’m your sarcastic little shit.” you playfully remarked, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

jude seized the chance to embrace you, shifting his position so that he loomed over you with his much larger frame, making you nearly invisible beneath him.

“jude!” you gasped for breath, “do need to remind you that you’re six feet tall? you’re not exactly on the small side!”

he seemed unfazed by the fact that his weight was completely crushing you, and retorted mockingly, “i’m actually six foot one, baby.”

rolling your eyes, you chose not to respond and surrendered to jude’s agenda for the day.

to be fair, it wasn’t too bad at first. however, once his snoring started again, all you desired was to kick him from the bed.

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , 𝐉𝐁𝟓

summary , the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone

pairing , jude bellingham x fem! hamilton! redbull! f1 driver! reader

main masterlist | football masterlist

yourinstagram . 4hrs ago

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram winter break photodump pt. 5

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user my wife is a madrid...I don't know what to do with why self now

user stay away from my wifey mr. hey jude lookin ass

user MR BELLINGHAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user it couple is cookin ya'll

user love that mother is living her best life

user bae wake up Y/N posted a winter break photo dump

user OKAY BUT THAT LAST PIC EXCUSE ME?!?!?!

user madam who got you those flowers

user jude better be careful or papa hamilton gonna have his head if he even thinks about trying anything with his daughter

user why am I kinda living from the idea of these two being a couple

user are you dating jude?

user Y/N come home the kids miss you

user 4th wdc pending...

user so we all know who the guy in the last slide is right?

user love my soon to be parents

user the queen soft launching wasn't on my 2024 bingo card

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TRENTSKI

JUDITH

EXPLAIN YOUR SELF

JUDITH

huh?

RICE RICE BABY

did you really think you could sneek your way into Y/N Hamilton's ig dump and we wouldn't find out?

JUDITH

yes?

SANCHOOOO

SO YOU ADMIT IT

IT IS YOU

MEEK MEALS

glad you finally got together

I was getting sick and tired of you talking about her 24/7

JACK RABBIT

I'm surprised he even got the strength to talk to her

STAR BOY

right?

his brain normally turns to mush when ever her name is mentioned

proud of you bro

JUDITH

thx kyo

I always knew you were a real one

TRENTSKI

damn I see how it is then....

RICE RICE BABY

trents going dark lads

in his sad girl era

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

so wait who knows about you 2 being together?

SANCHOOOO

besides the entire intent after that photo dump?

MEEK MEALS

LMFAOOO

STAR BOY

tell lewis he's the goat

JUDITH

hahah funny

let us have our damatic soft launch

obvi you guys know

the only others that know are max, sebastian, and charles

I'll let lewis know when he figures out I'm dating his daughter this Saturday

JACK RABBIT

mate your fucked

TRENTSKI

DAMN

secret forbbiden romance

didn't know you were built like that jude

MEEK MEALS

what do you mean Lewis fucking Hamilton doesn't know you are dating HIS DAUGHTER

SANCHOOOO

pray for jude guys

these might be his last days with us

STAR BOY

he shall be missed

JACK RABBIT

dw jude I'll delete your search history of you stalking Y/N's ig and twitter

JUDITH

thanks guys...

wiss me luck

TRENTSKI

break a leg

RICE RICE BABY

don't die

MEEK MEALS

good luck

SANCHOOOO

you going to die

STAR BOY

what colour coffin do you want?

I'm thinking bright pink and rinestones

JACK RABBIT

do you need a get away driver?

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

before you die get me and ronnie a hat singed by Y/N and Lewis

JUDITH

I feel so loved rn

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lewishamilton replied to your story!

he's a good lad

but if he hurt's you

winning a trohpy will be the last of his concern

okay dad I'll relay that message to him

good

also don't forget to use projection...

DAD OMG STOP

carlossainz55 replied to your story!

¡HALA MADRID!

maxverstappen1 replied to your story!

Christian is asking if Jude wants to come to the team dinner before the livery launch?

also if he hurts you I will run him over with our matching aston martins

landonorris replied to your story!

what does he smell like?

[snow-snowball]

• Soccer player!Sukuna who trains 24/7. You wouldn’t guess it at first, but becoming the best forward is his ultimate dream. That’s what he thought until he met you — the school journalist who came to interview him for the paper.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who confidently answers all your questions, though he’s anxious inside, flustered by such a lovely girl talking to him.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who gives 100% on the field, making sure you notice him.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who often lifts the hem of his shirt during games to wipe the streaming sweat, and you just can't tear your gaze away.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who dedicates every goal to you. After scoring, he turns to the stands where you’re sitting and winks. Everyone sees his handsome, tattooed face on the big screens and thinks it’s for them, but they couldn’t be more wrong.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who brushes off pesky paparazzi and rushes to the locker room to change, just to meet you as you exit.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who, in the future, will grant interviews only to you. That’s what he decides while pulling on his socks (which he hilariously mismatched in his haste).

• Soccer player!Sukuna who will take you to the waterfront after a match, quietly listening to your stories, even if they’re about your brother's bathroom escapades.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who sneaks you into the stadium for your first “date” (which is really a friendly stroll) and teaches you how to play football. When the security catches you half an hour later, you both bolt for the exit, and he holds your hand tightly the entire way, ensuring you won’t get lost. Once you’re free, he insists on walking you home because it’s too dark (even if it were daytime, he’d still insist).

• Soccer player!Sukuna who tenderly kisses you on the lips by your front porch.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who rushes home after the kiss with an unstoppable smile. Even after his younger brother Yuji teases him, Sukuna's mood remains bright (Yuji secretly hopes you two spend more time together, as Sukuna becomes kinder after interacting with you).

• Soccer player!Sukuna who internally celebrates like a child when you, blushing, confess your love to him after practice.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who devours the bento you specially prepared for him, not dropping a single crumb.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who asks you to hang on him while he does pull-ups or to jump on his back when he does push-ups.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who, despite sitting with his buddies in the cafeteria, always looks for you with his eyes. He gets upset when he sees you not eating.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who handles every one of your bullies. No one has the right to even breathe in your direction.

• Soccer player!Sukuna who, if you’re fretting about your weight, playfully lifts you onto his shoulder and pinches your thigh. “You’re so light; do they not feed you at home?”

• Soccer player!Sukuna may not openly express his feelings, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll never let you feel less than perfect. Sukuna is ready to do anything for your happiness.

© 2024 do not reblog, copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. All photos are taken from pinterest! The red divider is mine! English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. @snow-snowball

[basketfullofgrapes]

Strategic Allignment

Alex Morgan x Reader imagine

The dining room of my father’s mansion was a monument to old money, a place that could easily have served as the backdrop for some dull historical drama about the aristocracy: glimmering chandeliers that cast shadows over the polished mahogany table, velvet curtains that hung like somber reminders of the walls closing in.

The air was thick with something far worse than just fine wine. It was the scent of suffocating expectations. I knew it, and Alex Morgan, the American soccer prodigy sitting across from me, seemed to know it too. Both of us, trapped in the tangled web my father had woven for us, had adopted the same uncomfortable posture, shoulders stiff, eyes darting away from the elephant in the room—the very one sitting right between us, looking smug at the head of the table: my father.

I could feel the weight of his gaze, trying to drill through me, but I wasn’t going to let him win. I never did. With a flick of my wrist, I broke the silence, my voice smooth but with the bite that had earned me a reputation. "Let me get this straight," I said, leaning forward slightly, letting my sarcasm bleed through every word. "You’re marrying me off to her because… what? You ran out of business partners to exploit?"

My father, unfazed as always, didn’t even blink. His hand rested perfectly on the table, a symbol of control, as though this whole conversation was a mere inconvenience. "It’s not exploitation, sweetheart," he replied, the words falling from his mouth like he had rehearsed them a thousand times. "It’s strategic alignment. The Morgan and Y/L/N families merging through this arrangement will benefit both parties immensely."

The word "alignment" hung in the air, as though I should care about it. My eyes narrowed. "‘Strategic alignment’? Is that what we’re calling human trafficking these days?"

The tension that settled in the room could’ve been cut with a knife. Alex, sitting stiffly in her seat, didn’t make a sound, her face betraying a blend of confusion and forced politeness. But I caught it—the slight cough, the faintest hint of amusement trying to escape her lips as she swallowed her water. At least someone found this entire circus amusing.

"You know, Dad," I continued, tapping my fingers on the table for effect, "you’ve really outdone yourself this time. A soccer star and a business contract all rolled into one. What’s next? Marrying me to the next tech CEO to boost our Wi-Fi signal?"

My father’s eyes flicked to me with a glint of frustration, but he held his ground, ever the image of indifference. "Y/N, this isn’t up for debate. The wedding is in two weeks. You’ll thank me someday."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, instead meeting his gaze with a blank stare. "Oh, sure. I’ll send a heartfelt thank-you note from the honeymoon—assuming I survive the sheer embarrassment of this circus."

Alex shifted in her chair, finally breaking the silence with a soft laugh, one she quickly tried to stifle. "For the record," she said, her voice calm but carrying an undertone of awkwardness, "I didn’t agree to this either. I was just told it’s happening."

I turned to her, my smirk finding its way back onto my face. The sarcasm practically dripped from my words. "And you’re just going along with it? What, they promise you unlimited cleats and a lifetime supply of protein shakes?"

Her lips twitched, and for a second, I thought I might actually crack her, but she quickly masked it, her poker face coming back with a practiced grace. "No, but the idea of spending the rest of my life with someone so… charming was hard to resist."

I leaned back in my chair, studying her for a moment, then let out a low chuckle. "Ah, sarcasm. A girl after my own heart," I remarked, tapping my fingers on the table with a thoughtful expression. "I knew there was something about you that wasn’t just… football and bright smiles."

Just as the words left my mouth, my father, finally losing his patience, cut in. "Enough," he said sharply, his voice more commanding than ever. "You two need to make this work. I don’t care how. The media rollout starts tomorrow, and you’ll be acting like a blissfully engaged couple by then."

I couldn’t help it. The sarcastic impulse was too strong. "Blissful?" I repeated, my voice dripping with mock enthusiasm. "Got it. Should we practice our public displays of affection now, or do you have a PowerPoint on it first?"

"Y/N..." His voice dropped to a growl, a tone that was supposed to be threatening but only made me roll my eyes harder.

I stood up from the table, stretching lazily as though I wasn’t bothered by anything. "Relax, Dad. I’ll play nice," I said, tossing my napkin onto my seat. "But I’m going to need a drink, though. Or twenty."

As I turned to leave, I heard Alex’s voice behind me, light but sincere. "For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about this. It wasn’t my idea either."

I paused at the doorway, glancing back at her. My smirk returned, sharp and calculating. "Don’t apologize yet, Morgan. You haven’t even seen me in action."

Her eyebrow arched in genuine curiosity. "Should I be scared?"

I gave her a wink, then turned and left the room without another word. "Terrified," I called over my shoulder, my voice carrying the weight of a promise I wasn’t sure either of us was ready for.

I was nursing a glass of wine in the library when the door creaked open. Alex stood there, framed by the dim light from the hallway, as though unsure if she was stepping into enemy territory or a sanctuary. She hesitated, her fingers wrapped around the doorframe, her posture stiff. It made her look almost… human. Vulnerable, even.

I didn’t bother glancing up from my glass, the liquid swirling lazily in the crystal. "Let me guess," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, a perfect match for the situation. "You’re here to discuss our ‘strategic alignment.’"

There was a beat of silence before she chuckled—genuine, unguarded—and stepped further into the room. "Actually," she said, her voice steady but laced with something that could almost be called concern, "I came to ask how you’re holding up. This can’t be easy for you."

I slowly raised my eyes to meet hers, a dry laugh escaping my lips before I could even stop it. "Aw, concerned about me already?" I leaned back in my chair, letting my smirk widen. "You’re making this fake marriage feel so real."

She raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering behind her eyes. "Are you always this sarcastic, or is it just because of this... situation?"

"Who, me?" I lifted my glass in an exaggerated gesture, swirling the wine, letting it settle before speaking again. "This marriage is just the cherry on top of the disaster sundae my life’s been serving me. The sarcasm is practically a reflex at this point."

Alex shook her head, her lips curling into a small smile that she couldn’t quite hide. "You really are impossible, you know that?"

I looked at her, meeting her gaze for the first time since dinner, and for a split second, I saw the flicker of understanding in her eyes. It was strange, the way it almost felt like we were in this together, despite the fact that neither of us had chosen this.

"Yet here you are," I said with a soft chuckle, raising my glass to her, a mock toast. "To impossible people and ridiculous situations."

She didn’t hesitate this time. Her fingers tapped the edge of her glass, though she didn’t have one in her hand. Her eyes locked onto mine as she mirrored my motion, her voice light, yet edged with something darker, almost resigned. "And to the fact that we’ll probably kill each other before the wedding."

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound escaping from deep in my chest. It was a laugh of recognition, like she understood exactly what I meant. Maybe it was just my sarcasm speaking, or maybe it was the truth we both saw hanging between us. I leaned forward, the glass in my hand glinting under the low lights. "That’s the spirit," I said, savoring the words with a devilish smirk.

There was a long pause, and for the first time that night, the silence didn’t feel heavy. It wasn’t the awkward kind that hung over dinner, suffocating the air with every word. No, this felt almost like… mutual acknowledgment. Like we were on the same page, even if we didn’t want to be.

She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest, her face still half-hidden in the shadows. "You know," she began, her voice low, almost thoughtful, "I didn’t ask for this. Neither of us did."

I took another sip of my wine, letting her words linger in the air. "No, but here we are anyway," I said, my voice flat, like it was something I had resigned myself to long ago.

Alex nodded, her eyes flickering to the fireplace across the room, though her focus was clearly somewhere else. "I hate how your dad thinks he can control everything. I don’t even know why I’m here, honestly. Just doing what I’m told." She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. "But I get it. He’s not exactly the type to give you a choice, is he?"

I couldn’t help but let out a humorless laugh. "Oh, believe me, if I had a choice, I’d be anywhere else right now. Anywhere but here, pretending to be engaged to you, a woman I’ve barely said five words to."

She looked at me then, her expression softening, just a little. "You’re not the only one stuck in this, you know."

I didn’t know what I expected her to say, but something about the honesty in her voice caught me off guard. I thought I was the only one dealing with the weight of this mess, the only one battling the invisible chains my father had wrapped around me. But here she was, feeling just as trapped, maybe more.

I set my glass down with a soft clink, leaning in slightly. "Yeah, well," I said, my voice quieter now, almost contemplative, "just because we’re stuck in the same situation doesn’t mean we’re going to get along."

Her gaze was steady, unwavering, as she met my eyes. "No, it doesn’t," she replied with a quiet intensity. "But we might as well make the best of it. For whatever it’s worth, I’m not here to make this harder on you, even if I seem like the enemy."

The words hit harder than I anticipated, and I almost found myself speechless. She wasn’t just some stranger being shoved into this. Alex Morgan, soccer icon, was just as much a victim as I was in this ridiculous charade. For the first time that night, I saw her as something more than just a pawn in my father’s game—a woman who didn’t ask for any of this.

I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I leaned back in my chair, letting the silence stretch between us, allowing the weight of the situation to settle. She wasn’t wrong. We were both caught in this, for better or worse. And maybe, just maybe, there was a way out—or at least a way to make it through the storm.

"I suppose," I said, my voice low but tinged with something closer to resignation than sarcasm, "we’ll have to see how long we can last without driving each other insane."

Alex’s lips twitched in amusement again. "I don’t know about you," she said, her voice lighter now, "but I’m aiming for a solid six months before I snap."

I laughed, the sound escaping more freely this time. Maybe we weren’t as far apart as I thought.

"Six months?" I said with a grin, the sarcasm creeping back into my tone. "I’ll give it a week. You’ll be begging for a divorce before we even get to the aisle."

Her smile widened. "That’s the spirit," she said, matching my playful challenge.

And just like that, despite everything, the weight of the world seemed a little lighter. Maybe this absurd contract my father had drafted wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something else entirely.

[gavisimmaculaterizz]

hii can you write something about hector and reader being in a situation ship and having some problems because she is very insecure that he doesn’t want anything serious with her but he actually wants yo ask her out?

Please and thank u, love ur writing btw 💝

— be mine // héctor fort.

summary: after meeting at a cafe and becoming an inseparable duo with benefits, can hector finally call you ‘mine’?

warnings: mentions of insecurities (change of 3rd person to 1st person)

masterlist

In the heart of barcelona, where every street corner held a story and every alley whispered secrets, two souls found themselves entangled in a mysterious dance of emotions. y/n and hector, they were. their story was not a tale of love at first sight, nor a whirlwind romance. now, their story was a story of serendipity, of chance encounters and stolen glances that slowly kindled a flame neither dared to acknowledge at all.

their story began in a quaint café tucked away from the noisy streets of barcelona. y/n sat by the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup as she immersed herself in her college work. hector, a frequent visitor to the café, spotted her the moment he walked in. he was captivated by the sparkle in her eyes that seemed to intensify with every move she made..

since that initial encounter, days turned into weeks, and their sightings at the café have become more frequent. they’d exchange polite nods and fleeting smiles, yet too shy to initiate a conversation. though one day, hector broke the silence and started a conversation. since that day, both of them became an inseparable duo. when they both began knowing each other more though, there was an undeniable connection between them both. a silent understanding that grew stronger with each passing moment.

you both started spending more time together outside the café, visiting places from the public expanse of the beach to the private confines of his apartment. then, one day, he made a significant gesture by taking you to an important football match of his, despite never revealing that he was a professional athlete. trying to maintain a low-key demeanor to avoid intimidating you in the public eye..

you both began to enjoy each other's company, spending increasingly more time together. as you learned more about one another, the spark between you both became increasingly evident.

one might say that this marks the beginning of their benefits..

immersed in the depth of your friendship or situation with hector, you couldn't ignore the burgeoning feelings for him. you cherished him deeply, yet you felt insignificant and inadequate in his presence.

he was a handsome and athletic man, drawing the attention of many women, leaving you feeling inconsequential. you were just a regular college girl, constantly stressed and unnoticed by those who crossed your path. because of his status, rumors of him with stunning Instagram models circulated, causing you to doubt your worth.

you weren't in a relationship with him, so why did these feelings arise?

the sight of him receiving so much attention was indescribable. initially, it seemed like envy—envy that others feel the same affection for him. but this envy soon morphed into insecurity as you witnessed more beautiful women appearing in photos with him, causing your heart to throb with sorrow.

you spent countless days and nights scrutinizing your appearance and every aspect of yourself. you despised your looks, your speech, and even your reactions. you belittled yourself, constantly comparing yourself to those who seemed perfect.

these thoughts overwhelmed you, as you anticipated.

the more time you spent with hector, the more he noticed the shift in yourself. you used to be shy yet self-assured, indifferent to others' opinions. you dressed boldly, unconcerned with showing your body.

that was what he loved about you..

but then, he started to notice subtle changes in you. you claimed to dress more comfortably, which he saw through as a lie, knowing the person you truly were. he consistently raised his concerns, always inquiring about your well-being, yet you consistently brushed them aside.

he sensed something was amiss, which is why he invited you over for a date in the comfort and safety of his apartment.

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upon receiving his message to come over, you drove to his apartment. without a doubt though, you were dressed once again in baggy sweats and a sweatshirt.

which is what always made him worry about your well being.

you arrived at his place and adjusted your appearance before approaching his doorstep.

after ringing the doorbell, which echoed loudly, he quickly opened the door.

he went to you, embracing you tightly, and asked,

"how are you, y/n?" his gaze lingered on your face, taking in every detail of you. you appeared sadder to him, almost as though you were unwell.

"i'm great, hector!" you declared, your words hiding the truth. he gazed at you with a smile and planted a gentle kiss.

"come on in," he said, leading you into his home and promptly offering you a seat.

once you took your seat, he began to talk, cautiously.

"the reason why i asked you to come over is because i need to talk to you." he said quietly.

you sensed something was up with him, making you extremely nervous to what he'll say.

"what is it? don't scare me, hector," you said nervously.

he grappled with his words.

"recently, i've noticed a change in your behavior around me. you've become very quiet, and it's apparent that something is troubling you," he said, taking a moment to pause.

"please tell me what's going on with you, y/n," he said, taking your hand.

upon hearing his words, you could no longer hold back what you had been concealing from him. you burst into uncontrollable tears, prompting hector to immediately come over and embrace you.

he had finally noticed...

you attempted to compose yourself, yet it seemed futile as your mind was besieged by flashbacks.

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"am I even pretty?" you asked yourself, sobbing. you had spent countless hours looking at gorgeous girls with stunning bodies on social media.

"y/n, look at yourself. you're nothing compared to those girls. you're just a girl who's nowhere near close to being like them, so stop trying to look good for him," you said to yourself between sobs.

you've began to feel ugly and worthless, without a doubt.

“your ‘friend’ from the cafe, has countless of girls on his knees, why is he hanging out with me?” you constantly said yourself.

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your heart felt as if it had shattered, as though something heavy had been dropped upon it. you couldn't believe hector had finally taken notice.

you continued to cry, releasing everything you had concealed from him.

after awhile of crying, you began to compose yourself.

"i just feel like you don't take anything seriously with me, hector. remember all those times we cuddled and kissed as if we were a couple? i'm sure you've noticed a shift in my behavior; i've been feeling quite insecure about myself, especially when I see those stunning models who seem to always be flirting with you." you said finally breaking silence.

hector allowed you to speak further.

"please, hector, stop this suffering if we are not serious about each other. i've changed for you, and it's likely harming us both," you said softly.

hector was taken aback. he was at a loss for words, seemingly unable to even breathe.

from an initial encounter at a cafe to now questioning where they both stood in life, hector began to tear up.

little did you know though, hector loved you ever since he met you at that cafe. he was taken aback by your initial words, though; he never imagined you would change negatively for him, just to end up feeling insecure.

"im sorry y/n." he spoke.

"i've loved you since the moment i met you at that cafe. when i saw your focused face, I was captivated by your beautiful eyes," he said.

"i regret not expressing my feelings, i regret making you feel insecure about who you are," he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

you looked into his eyes, wordlessly. sadness mingled with the overwhelming love you felt for hector.

"please," hector implored.

"may I be your boyfriend? i'm serious about us, and i want to make you mine, to show everyone that you're the most beautiful girl in the world," he said, gently caressing your face.

you smiled at him, a flutter of butterflies in your stomach upon hearing his question.

"yes, hector, i'd love to be your girlfriend," you said smiling at him.

he smiled, gazing into your eyes with affection.

"i'm sorry for what i did, mi amor," he said, while drawing closer to you.

"just shut up and kiss me, hector," you said with a laugh, dismissing his apology.

from what began as a encounter at a cafe, the two pair of souls finally found their destiny. their destiny to be together ..

a/n: tysm anon for the sweet comment 🥹! ive been debating to post this or not bc i think its not my best lol, i dont like the first part at ALL. ive been lately busy with school bc its ending in a few weeks and ive got tests to do💔. hopefully i can do another one next week about fermin🤗!!

[jhyoos]

Off Limits

soccer player vi x talis reader

— brother’s best friend trope

coming soon : 1/25/25

artist : @caitviolence on twitter

comment to be added to taglist !

update (1/20/25) : i might post it tomorrow since i have no class 🫶

[woso-fan13]

Whumptober 2024: 15 (uswnt)

No. 15: CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"

After years of hard work, you finally made it to the big stage, the World Cup. The US had been dominating and you had scored a few goals that lead to the team being here- in the finals. Not only that, you had been chosen to play the full 90. This was unheard of for someone of your age, but you were so grateful for the opportunity. 

The first half came and went in a frustrating blur that ended with no goals for either team. You jogged to the bench, grabbing your water bottle and sipping as you scanned the crowd. Your eyes were glued to one specific section, scanning where other players’ families and friends sat, and where old teammates were to cheer you all on. Your eyes frantically scanned the seats until they landed on the two empty seats. 

You knew your parents weren’t going to show up, they rarely did. You didn’t even want them to show up, they always had critiques for you. Still, though, you wanted them there. 

An arm wrapping around your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts, Mal siding up to you. 

“I’m sorry,” she says simply. 

You sigh, “I knew they weren’t going to show up. I’m just disappointed, I guess.”

She nods her head silently, allowing you your moment to wallow in pity. 

Eventually, still keep her arm around you, she guides you to the locker room. There’s the usual game review, planning for the next half, and hype session, but you can’t pay attention to any of it. It’s silly really, you think, that the people who thought about you the least spent the most time occupying your head. 

There’s still a few minutes left before the game resumes, and Mal drags you out with her to say hi to your old teammates. A smile grows on your face as you think of the girls waiting for you, and you and Mal climb the barricade to see them. 

Alex, Kelley, Christian, and Tobin all manage to get seats together, and you and Mal hurry to them before throwing yourselves at them. You have just a minute before you need to be back down on the pitch so you allow the girls to praise the two of you before climbing the barrier and jumping back down to the pitch. 

You turn around to wave one last time when something catches your eye. The two seats that had been so obviously empty were now occupied. The occupants looked unwilling with pinched faces, but they were there. Your parents had finally shown. 

It’s like a match had been lit under you during the second half, determined to make your parents proud. Your passes were strong and accurate, and you raced down the pitch effortlessly. The whole time, your eyes would migrate to the stands, trying to make eye contact with either of them. You never did. 

Still, though, you pushed through the fatigue that threatened you, pulling air into your lungs when you felt like you couldn’t. Pumping your legs just a little bit harder. And it all came to a head when the ball landed at your feet in the final moments. 

You act on autopilot at this point, rearing your foot back to slam the ball into the back of the net. It’s silent before the crowd roars. You scored. Not only that, you scored the only goal in the final seconds of the World Cup. 

You were tackled instantly, teammates piling on you. You laughed with them, a grin on your face. Pushing your way slightly out of the center of the group, you looked to the stands. 

The seats were empty. 

The rest of the game finishes quickly, and you don’t pay attention as you do a quick lap of the pitch. You’re led through the medal ceremony, and, once again, Mal has to wrap an arm around you and lead you away.

She takes you to where the four women had gathered on the pitch, pushing you into the nearest arms. Despite how dirty and sweaty you are, you feel multiple arms wrapping around you. 

All of the girls are talking about the highlights of the game, the love of the sport in all of them shining through. Their voices grow and overlap until you chime in in a quiet voice. 

“I did good, right?”

The conversation stops. No one knows what to say. They had heard about your complicated relationship with your parents and they had seen them today, but they assumed that the thrill of all of the events had outweighed everything. 

Clearly, it hadn’t. 

Christen takes your shoulders, pulling you so you were standing in front of her. She squats slightly to be at your height and locks eyes with you before speaking. 

“You did so, so good, sweetheart. We’re all very proud of you.”

That’s exactly what you needed to hear, throwing yourself into her embrace for just a second before pulling away. 

“We just won the World Cup,” you almost whisper in awe. 

[meazalykov]

air conditioning

catarina macario x f!reader

the one bed while sharing a hotel room trope

warnings: 18+, mdni, reader receiving

after the game in madrid, the faint hum of the air conditioner greets you and catarina as you drop your bag by the hotel room door.

you and catarina both played the full ninety, so exhaustion was felt in your limbs. however, your heart stutters when you take in the room.

one bed.

a single queen-sized bed, its crisp white sheets mocking you.

you glance at catarina, who’s already tossing her duffel onto a chair, her dark highlighted curls bouncing as she moves.

she doesn’t seem fazed, but you’re reeling.

this isn’t new, sharing a room with her.

you’ve done it countless times on national team trips, and at chelsea’s away games. shit, even at lyon the both of you shared rooms.

in those cases there were always been two beds, or at least a pull-out couch.

sometimes you’re paired with niamh, lauren, or mia who is your other national teammate, but you know niamh’s hand is in this whole 'one bed' thing right now.

the team’s been dropping hints and smirking when you and catarina linger too long in each other’s space. they see the tension, the way your eyes find her in a crowded room, the way her laugh makes your heart tighten.

now, here you are, in a room that feels like a setup.

“one bed,” you mutter, half to yourself, half hoping she’ll say something to ease the knot in your stomach.

catarina glances over, her lips twitching into a small smile.

“not a big deal, right? we’ve shared before.”

you nod, but your mind is screaming.

not like this, catarina.

neither of you shared one bed. not with the way your feelings for her have been clawing at you for months. you busy yourself unpacking, avoiding her gaze.

the room is small, the air conditioner blasting arctic air despite the hot spanish night outside.

you shiver in your black cotton pajama set, the thin fabric doing nothing to keep you warm.

bedtime comes too quickly. you slide under the comforter, keeping to the far edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly as catarina climbs in on the other side.

there’s a deliberate gap between you, a silent acknowledgment of the line you’ve both been toeing for too long.

the comforter is thick, but the cold seeps through, your teeth nearly chattering.

you can’t sleep, not like this so with a frustrated huff, you throw the covers off and pad to the air conditioner unit. your fingers fumble with the controls, trying to lower the fan speed, but nothing changes. the room stays frigid.

“leave it,” catarina murmurs from the bed, her voice low, sleepy.

“it’s fine.”

you turn, incredulous.

“fine? it’s freezing in here.”

she props herself up on one elbow, her curls spilling over her shoulder.

“it’s not that bad. just… put on a sweater or something.”

you roll your eyes, gesturing to your pajamas.

“a sweater? I didn't bring one and this is cotton, cat. i’m practically an icicle.”

cat's gaze flicks over you, lingering a beat too long, and you feel heat creep up your neck despite the cold.

she sighs, sitting up fully.

“okay, sorry. that was dumb. come back to bed.”

you hesitate, then climb back in, pulling the comforter up to your chin. the gap between you feels wider now, charged with the weight of your little spat.

after a few minutes she speaks again, softer this time.

“i have an idea,” she says, and before you can ask what, she’s shifting closer. your breath catches as she slides an arm around your waist, pulling you into her chest.

she’s big spooning you, her body warm and solid against your back, her breath tickling your neck.

you freeze, heart hammering.

“cat, what—”

“if it’s too cold, this’ll help,” she says, her voice steady but gentle.

“if you’re uncomfortable, i’ll stop.”

you should say something, but all you can focus on is the heat of her body, the way her arm rests loosely around you.

“no,” you whisper, “stay."

she does.

catarina's fingers slip just under the hem of your sleep shirt, resting against your stomach, warm and grounding. you try to sleep, but your mind is a mess, every nerve attuned to her touch.

the cold fades, replaced by the fire building in your chest.

you’re hyperaware of her breathing, slow and even, and you wonder if she’s asleep.

you roll over, unable to stand it any longer, and find her wide awake, her dark eyes glinting in the dim light.

neither of you speaks and the cold room forgotten as you inch closer. cat's gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips, and you mirror her, heart pounding.

"what are you doing?" you mumble half to yourself, half to catarina.

the space between you shrinks until you’re sharing the same breath.

the woman opposite from you shakes her head slowly, ignoring your mumbles. she leans in first, and you meet her halfway. the brazilian's lips are soft, tentative, brushing against yours like a question. you answer by threading your fingers through her curls, pulling her closer.

the kiss deepens, slow and deliberate, her hand finding your waist, anchoring you.

you melt into her, the cold replaced by a warmth that spreads from your chest to your toes.

catarina shifts, and you’re on your back now, her body hovering over yours. you wrap your legs around her waist, a silent plea for her to stay, to keep going.

she does, her hips pressing against yours, and you gasp into her mouth, the friction sending sparks through you.

the kiss turns hungry, her tongue teasing yours as she moves against you, each roll of her hips drawing small moans from your throat.

you slide your hands down, grabbing her butt, and she groans, the sound vibrating against your lips.

it’s intoxicating, the way she reacts to you, the way her movements grow more urgent. you’re both lost in it, the comforter tangling around your legs as you move together, the cold room a distant memory.

catmac's fingers trail down your side, pausing at the waistband of your shorts. she pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours for permission.

you nod, breathless, and she slips her hand beneath the fabric, moving your shorts aside.

the midfielder's touch is gentle at first, exploratory, but when her two fingers find your core and enters, stretching you out so slowly, you arch into her, a moan spilling out.

she kisses you again, swallowing your sounds as her fingers move with purpose, slow and steady hitting that soft spot inside of you. cat goes faster as you urge her on with your hips.

the pleasure builds, sharp and overwhelming, her lips never leaving yours.

you’re loud, you know you are but you can’t stop, not when she’s touching you so good like this, not when every stroke sends you closer to the edge.

not when your bestfriend is treating your body like this.

cat's thumb brushes against your bundle of nerves, and you’re gone, release crashing over you like a wave. you moan into her mouth, clinging to her as your body trembles.

she slows her movements, guiding you through it, her lips softening against yours.

you’re still catching your breath when a sharp knock on the door jolts you both.

you freeze, hearts racing, as erin’s voice cuts through the silence.

“you both know the walls in this hotel are thin, right?”

catarina pulls back, her eyes wide as you both stare at the locked door. once you figured that erin left, you’re both laughing, the sound bubbling up despite the embarrassment.

you bury your face in her shoulder, giggling as she presses a kiss to your forehead.

“we’re never living this down,” you mutter, and she chuckles, her arms still around you.

“worth it,” she whispers, and you can’t help but agree.

masterlist

[tgrs10]

Midnight Calls. | JOAO FELIX⁷⁹ [001]

MASTERLIST (N/A)

⤑ 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩| 1k

⤑ 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮| The daily phone calls with Joao turn from more.

⤑ 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 | Smut 18+, Phone Sex

It was nearing 1 a.m. when your phone finally rang, the screen lighting up with his name like a reminder in the dark.

You were curled up beneath your sheets, the room dim and quiet, save for the soft hum of the fan overhead. One arm clung tightly to the pillow that still held the lingering trace of João’s cologne. That scent had become your lullaby in his absence, a small comfort when the bed felt too big and too cold without him.

Your breath caught the moment his name appeared on the screen. Your heart did that thing it always did with him, stuttered, then soared. You didn’t hesitate. “Hi,” you breathed, voice soft, already a little lighter.

“Hey” he murmured, voice low and rough with exhaustion, the unmistakable rasp of a long day. You could hear the faint rustle of hotel sheets as he shifted, the sterile stillness of the room behind him. He was thousands of miles away in Italy, holed up in a hotel near San Siro after a brutal match against Napoli, a match where he’d played all ninety minutes, taken a couple hard tackles, and still managed to set up the winning goal in the final stretch.

“Surprised you’re still awake” he asked, quieter now, almost guilty. “Yeah..” you whispered with a sleepy smile, snuggling further into the pillow. “Was waiting for you.” He exhaled slowly, the weight of the day audible in the sound. “I hate being away from you,” he said, and it wasn’t just a passing sentiment; it was heavy, like he carried the ache in his chest.

“I know,” you murmured, voice tender. “I hate it too.” There was a long pause after that—comfortable and warm, the kind of silence that only comes when two people are completely at ease with each other. You could hear the subtle rhythm of his breathing on the other end, syncing quietly with yours, like even across continents, your bodies remembered how to fall in step.

His voice cut through the quiet, low and playful, but threaded with something more. “What are you wearing?” You huffed a soft laugh, already catching on to the shift in his tone. “Why?”

“Just asking,” he replied, with that lazy lilt he always used when he was feeling playful. “I miss seeing you at night. The way you curl up next to me. The way you look when you’re tired, all soft and quiet.” Your eyes flicked downward, and you ran a hand over the hem of the oversized shirt that clung to your thighs. “Big shirt. No pants.”

There was a beat of silence—then his voice again, even softer now, like it had dropped an octave. “Yeah? That shirt… is it mine?” “Mhm,” you hummed, almost innocently. Another silence, sharper this time. Weighted.

“Fuck” he whispered, barely audible

The word slipped out of him so naturally and raw, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. You could tell exactly what kind of picture you’d painted for him. His breathing shifted—still steady, but there was a tension in it now, a heaviness, like he was trying to keep something in check.

Your voice dropped instinctively, barely more than a breath. “What about you?” you asked, a teasing edge curling at the corners of your lips. “What are you wearing?”

“Boxers,” he muttered, low and rough. “That’s it. Was just about to sleep, but now I’ve got this picture of you in my head. Wearing my shirt. Laying in our bed. Looking like you do when you’re waiting for me to touch you.”

You closed your eyes, sinking deeper into the warmth of your sheets, the sound of his voice settling into your chest like an ache. It was more than just a call; it was a lifeline. A tether to him that stretched from Milan to your bedroom, pulled taut with longing.

“It’s not the same without you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with honesty.

“I know,” he breathed, and you could hear the way his tone shifted to softer, heavier. “My body misses yours. The way you feel against me… the way your skin melts into mine. The sounds you make when I touch you, when you’re right there under me...”

A pulse of heat shot straight through you. Your thighs shifted under the covers, instinctive and restless. God, his voice. It always did this to you—even when he was teasing, even when he was half-asleep. But now? Now, there was no teasing. No filter. He wasn’t holding anything back.

Your breath hitched.

“What are you doing right now?” he asked, and though his voice was quiet, it was charged, like he already knew the answer and just needed to hear you say it. You swallowed, throat suddenly dry. “Thinking about touching myself.”

There was a sharp inhale from the other end, quick, almost inaudible, but unmistakably wrecked. The kind of sound that made your toes curl. “Are you?” he murmured, voice thick with want.

“I want to,” you admitted, breath trembling. “But I want to hear you. I want it to be with you.”

“Do it,” he said, and there was something reverent in the way he said it—barely above a whisper, like it physically pained him not to be there. “Please, baby. Let me hear how you sound when it’s just you and me like this. Like it used to be.”

Your hand slipped under the blanket, fingertips gliding across your stomach as you found the waistband of your underwear and tugged it down—slow, deliberate, your body already buzzing with anticipation. The cool air hit your skin as you kicked the fabric off, and the moment your fingers dipped between your thighs, you gasped—already so wet, so warm, so ready for him.

“João,” you whispered, breath catching. “I’m so wet.”

There was a sharp inhale on the other end of the line, a pause where you swore you could feel his restraint unraveling.

“Fuck, don’t say that,” he groaned, voice strained and husky with want.

You smiled lazily, dragging your fingers through the slick heat. “Why not?”

“Because I’m hard as fuck now,” he said, the edge of frustration seeping into his voice. “And I can’t do anything but listen to you. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

You bit your bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut as your hips gave the tiniest roll into your hand. “You want me to talk you through it?” you asked, voice low and wrapped in satin.

“Please,” he breathed, and it came out like a prayer.

You inhaled deeply, setting the scene for him in the softest, filthiest way you knew how. “I’m on my back. Legs open. Shirt pushed up, and I’m touching myself slow… just enough to keep it going, but not enough to finish. My fingers are already soaked.”

A soft, needy moan slipped past your lips,just for him.

“I wish it was your hand, João. The way you touch me…” Your voice broke slightly as your fingers brushed your clit, your back arching a little. “No one makes me feel like you do” 

“fuck” he hissed. You could hear the rustle of his sheets again, the quiet, unmistakable sound of movement, his hand definitely stroking now, slow and firm. “I’d be between your legs already. No teasing. Just my tongue buried deep, fingers working you open. You’d be shaking in seconds.” Your hips jerked at the thought, fingers curling slightly, body responding to the image he painted like it was muscle memory.

“I’d look up at you while I did it,” he added, voice thick and low. “Make you hold my hair, keep me right there until you couldn’t take it anymore.” You whimpered, breath shuddering as your free hand gripped the sheets beside you. “You close?” he asked, a little desperate, like he needed to know you were as wrecked as he was.

“Not yet,” you whispered, dragging your fingers back down, keeping the pace slow even as your body begged for more. “I want to take my time.”

“Shit” he growled, voice wrecked. “Don’t take too long. I don’t know how much longer I can stay quiet.

“You could never be quiet,” you teased, voice breathy but laced with that familiar confidence that always got to him. “You’re loud when you’re buried inside me.”

A low, throaty sound slipped from him, “Because you make me lose my fucking mind,” he muttered, his words drenched in need. “You feel too good. You look too fucking good. Every time I’m inside you, I don’t want to stop. I don’t even want to pull out. I just want to keep you wrapped around me, whining my name.”

Your moan came sharper this time, ripped from deep in your chest, your legs beginning to tremble as your fingers moved in tighter, faster circles.

“Say it again,” you begged, head falling back against the pillow, vision already going soft around the edges. “I want to fuck you, Y/N,” he groaned, and you could hear the tension in his voice, the way he was barely holding it together. “Slow. Deep. With your legs around my waist, pulling me in even deeper. I want to feel you tighten around me. I want you to cum with my name in your mouth.”

“João” You gasped, his name slipping out of you like a reflex.

“Let go, amor,” he murmured, voice thick and low, a raw edge to it now. “Let me hear you.”

And then it hit, fast and intense, your body curling in on itself as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. Your back arched, thighs twitching uncontrollably, one hand fisting the sheets while the other stayed between your legs, coaxing every last bit of release from your overstimulated body. You let out a broken cry, his name spilling from your lips in shattered pieces.

You barely noticed the way his voice trembled on the other end—how he kept talking through it, little fragments of praise and need muttered through clenched teeth. Then you heard it: a soft, choked curse, the sound of movement stopping, and finally, his silence.

For a long moment, it was just breathing. The two of you filling the space between with nothing but ragged, satisfied exhales. The connection still open. Still intimate. Still charged.

You were the first to speak, your voice unsteady, warm. “That was…”

“Too good” he finished for you, softer now, like he was laying back against the pillows, chest still rising and falling.” You let out a sleepy laugh, still flushed, your body humming with the aftershocks. “You better make up for this when you get home.”

“I will,” he promised, no teasing this time. Just certainty. “First night back… I’m not letting you out of bed. Not for hours. Not even to eat. You’ll be too busy moaning my name.”

You smiled, heart aching in the sweetest way. “Can’t wait.”

[oraltraditionfiction]

"I wanted to keep dating her" | MM7

Mason Mount x f! reader (fluff)

Summary: you and Mason have a disagreement about how to cut sandwiches

Word Count: 358 words

Authors Note: inspired by this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODATQFxkk9Y. I had a lot of fun with this one, please enjoy! -🦷

You were lying on the couch, tucked under a blanket scrolling through social media, when a video of Mason caught your eye. It appeared to be an official Premier League video reposted by a fan account. Clicking on the caption, you smile softly as you read, he is soooo adorable talking about his gf <3333. The video restarts and you pay attention to the question being asked: “How would you cut a sandwich?”

Mason blinks and pauses for a moment, “Well… personally, I don’t mind eating it whole. I’ve never really understand the controversy. My girlfriend has strong opinions though.”

He pauses with a laugh, eyes crinkling, “I remember when we first started dating, I made her a sandwich, and I watched her cut it into triangles before she ate it. I was so confused, and then she looked up at me and told me that sandwiches always need to be cut into triangles. I just agreed because I wanted to keep dating her, but now if I don’t cut her sandwich into triangles, it becomes a whole conversation about sandwich shapes.” 

You hold back a laugh before calling for him, “Mase!”

A few moments later he pokes his head in, mild confusion written on his face. An eyebrow furrowed, you hold yourself back from going to kiss his cheek. “What’s this about sandwich shapes, I hear?” you ask, humor in your voice. 

His face flushes slightly, “Babe, that was months ago.” He moves towards you, pulling you into his chest. You squirm slightly, holding back laughter. 

“I refuse to be dating a man who won’t admit that triangles are the best sandwich shape!” you say, your voice muffled by his sweatshirt. You feel his chest shake slightly as he holds back a laugh. 

“What difference does it make?! It’s all a sandwich,” he jokingly remarks. You raise your head looking at him with an exaggerated expression of sadness. 

“Alright, alright…” he concedes, “How about this, we can each ask our followers what they think and whoever wins is correct.”

Your face breaks into a smile, and he grins down at you, leaning in for a soft kiss. 

[trentsgirl]

— 🤍 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ (part two to stupidly in love with you)

⟡ summary: after being banned from the next match, jude decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. as you accompanied him on his way home, he shared something with you.

⟡ content: friends to lovers, very fluffy, mentions of kissing, no cliffhanger this time, around nine hundred words.

⟡ streaming: better by zayn.

⟡ masterlist, part one, part two.

escorting jude back to his home was quite tiring and draining. it felt like you had walked for ages until you finally managed to get him to bed.

jude quickly fell asleep, dozing off as soon as his head touched the pillow. you couldn’t help but smile softly at the sound of his snores, although it quickly faded as you noticed the mess in his room.

being someone who values cleanliness, you promptly began tidying up jude’s room, making sure to be as quiet as possible. you didn’t want to risk waking him, especially considering how intoxicated he was. you didn’t want him to start rambling endlessly again.

after folding the last of the numerous t-shirts strewn on the floor, you closed the closet and were just about to leave his room when jude unexpectedly grabbed your wrist as you walked by the bed.

you were taken aback as jude quietly uttered, “don’t go..”

you couldn’t fathom how jude had sensed your intention to leave, but you knew he wouldn’t provide a clear explanation as he was about to drift off to sleep again.

“uhm, jude, i need to head home. it’s really late.” you whispered, trying to gently release his hold on your wrist, but was left astonished by his strength even in his drowsy state.

jude struggled to contain his emotions and actions, but he was certain about one thing - he wanted you to stay with him. he longed for your presence, not just tonight, but every night.

“don’t leave, please..” he murmured, his eyes opening to reveal a pleading gaze that instantly melted your hopeless heart.

jude was your achhilles’ heel, and you despised the power he held over you.

typically, you wouldn’t hesitate to share a bed with jude. it had occurred a few times during your friendship, like on vacations or when he traveled for football.

however, this time was different. because this time he confessed his feelings for you.

but, seeing him so vulnerable was agonizing, and it pained you physically.

in a moment of weakness, you gave in, sighing as you slipped under the covers. thhe warmth from both the blanket and jude’s body heat enveloped you.

he wasted no time in clinging to you and you made no effort to push him away, exuding excitement like a little boy who had just been given candy. your heart started racing, and heat crept up your cheeks. there was no way you could drift off to sleep in this state.

the room fell into a brief silence before jude broke it, his voice sounding more alert. “i wasn’t lying, you know... when i said i love you.”

his voice resonated with such sincerity that it tugged at your heart. as you lay on your side, your gaze fixated on the man who held your deepest affections. the intensity in his eyes implored you to trust him, to believe in his words.

curiosity compelled you to pose a question, testing the depths of his emotions. “when did you first realize that you loved me?” you inquired.

without hesitation, jude responded with unwavering honesty. “i’ve loved you for longer than i care to admit, y/n. perhaps it was that night we spent together in greece, or the time you told me i was the one you trusted most. but i was afraid of ruining what we had, or lose you, so i kept my feelings to myself.”

his heartfelt admission crashed over you like a powerful wave, leaving you stunned and overwhelmed. your cheeks flushed, and you found it difficult to maintain eye contact, fearing that your emotions would be too transparent.

for years, you had convinced yourself that jude would never view you in a romantic light.

he had been involved with other women, introducing you to so many that you had lost all hope for a romantic connection between the two of you.

the realization that jude reciprocated your feelings brought both a sense of bliss and trepidation. it was a mix of emotions - the joy of knowing that you no longer had to conceal your love, and the fear of what this newfound vulnerability might entail.

“you won’t ruin or lose me,” you assured him, reclaiming your gaze and locking it with his. determined to convey your reciprocal feelings, you boldly caressed his cheek, bridging the distance between your lips.

a sudden hitch in his breath revealed his anticipation and exhilaration coursing through his veins.

“you’ll always have me, jude.” you whispered before finally uniting your lips with his, cherishing the electrifying sensation that passed between you.

jude’s initial surprise quickly faded as he responded with equal fervor. he settled the rhythm of the kiss into a tranquil and unhurried rhythm, as if he wanted to savor every moment. it became evident that jude had no intention of letting you slip away after this. he was determined to make you his, forever.

the sensation of his lips against yours surpassed any expectations you had. it felt like pure bliss, surpassing even your wildest imagination. in this moment, you wished that time would stand still, never allowing you to return to a time before experiencing the euphoria of his kiss.

with a gentle separation, you finally uttered the words he longed to hear:

“i love you too.”

jude’s face broke into a triumphant grin, his heart leaping with joy. he had sensed your reciprocation from the moment your lips met, but he couldn’t contain his excitement.

lovingly pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose, he responded with a tender smile, “i know, baby. i know.”