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luvneymar · 1 year
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Omgg your footballers princess treatment was the best I’ve ever read 😭😩 you’re amazing ❤️ Can you do a part 2 with Mbappe, Griezmann, Trent and Mason. Maybe Richarlison? Up to you.
# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers
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— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 1)
CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, sensual themes, light jealousy
PARINGS: kylian mbappé x reader, mason mount x reader, antoine greizmann x reader,
NOTE: none of the examples is a default body type & always feel free to change anything! enjoy! 💕
KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!
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“Love what do you think of this one?” Kylian picked up a necklace that was resting in a large black velvet box & placed it around your neck. His large warm hands wrap the cold diamond necklace around your neck holding onto the clip in the back.
You admired the way it looked on you which didn’t go untouched by Kylian who hoped you’d say yes since this was probably going to be the 5th necklace you turned down.
“It’s nice, but expensive. Try finding a cheaper one.” To be complete honest you loved the way the necklace looked, it complimented your eyes & your dress. It catch anyone’s eye whenever you walked past them or walked into a room.
“Love is there something wrong? This is the 5th necklace you turned down.” Kylian removed the necklace from around your neck and turned you around forcing you to look in his eyes.
His large hands cupped your face pulling it up to look into your big (colour) eyes, he could see the worry & doubt behind them which worried him greatly. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just— you know what? Never-mind.”
“Just what? Talk to me.” He begged as his eyes switched their focus from one pupil to the other.
Your eyes avoided him as much as possible even though his hands were quite firm, You pulled his hands away by his index finger and walked away towards another jewelry case you weren’t even interested in. “Nothing Ky, just drop it.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Have I upset you?” He walked towards you turning your body around by your shoulders forcing you to face him once again, this time he was much more firm causing your resistance act to drop a little.
“No! It’s not you, just drop it—!” Kylian pulled you in gripped the bottom of your ass for a deep kiss right in the middle of the store, it was late at night so there wasn’t that many people in the store let alone the shopping centre.
He pulled you in so closely you had nowhere to put your hands other than his chest as you traced the embroidery on his suit. He pulled away keeping his hands on your derrière pulling his other hand out of his pocket to hold the side of your.
The way he was looking at you with so much love & concern made you melt finally confessing what was wrong. “All of these necklaces are extremely expensive.”
He raised his eyebrow hoping you’d elaborate seeing as how you we’re definitely living life when he met you. “I known I’ve lived a lavish life before but this, this is a lot.”
Finally realizing what was happening with you he pulled you towards a more secluded spot in the shop where the couches were & sat you down, he took your hands into his before continuing. “Baby look at me.”
“The money I make means nothing to me if I can’t spend it on you.” He explained wrapping his hand around your shoulder pulling your body into his, you leaned into his body listening to his heartbeat.
“I know you think that way but the media thinks much differently.” You sighed stroking your finger up and down his chest, hearing what you said he stroked your hair all the way down to your back.
“I don’t care what they think. The tabloids don’t make millions from their knowingly fake stories. I do, my millions are for you; only for you baby.” He turned to you and saw you trying to hide your smile in his coat, then he knew he’s succeeded in destroying all the doubts that flew around in your mind.
“You really have a way with your words, don’t you Ky.” He chuckled at you before standing up holding his hand out to you. You smiled at him taking his hand & linking his arm with yours.
“Of course beautiful, now please pick out a necklace or five, just say the word and it’s yours baby.”
TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!
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“Beautiful are you finished yet?” Trent called out from the other side of the change room walking around in circles hoping it’ll make time go faster, Even though you guys were lingerie shopping you couldn’t find the ones that you liked.
He insisted you looked incredible in all of them & especially naked but you refused to hear it, so now here he was outside a change room holding 6 different colours and types of sexy underwear
“Yeah just a second!” You shouted as you finally made your way out of the chnage room showing off the white lingerie you were wearing, as you walked out Trent’s eyes had almost fallen out his his sockets.
“God damn baby, you look incredible.” Trent breathed out holding out his hand which you took gracefully. Trent always thought you looked absolutely stunning at all times. Even in the mornings when you had eye boogers & morning breath.
From the way you smiled when he told you the most unfunny joke ever, to the way you walked into a room as confident as ever. “Thank youuu.” You sung out twirling around his hand that was above your head.
He pulled you in hiding his head into the crook into your neck taking in your vanilla scent as his large hands rubbed up and down your back sliding in and out your underbra. “Hey watch yourself sir. Last time we did that we got banned the store and the mall.”
“How could I when you look and smell so heavenly? You’re like the embodiment of a vanilla flower.” Trent tiled his head as he leaned in for a kiss that your graciously accepted.
“You’re such a sweetheart.” You pulled away to whisper that on his lips.
As you both made out you moaned into the kiss feeling Trent’s hands ease down from your back, to your lower back all the way to your ass slowly pulling down your underwear. Feeling his hand pulling at your underwear you pulled away thin line of saliva being left.
“Only for you my love.” He whispered back slapping you on the ass, you squealed jumping slightly at the impact. He pulled you in once again for a quick his keep his hand on your ass trying to convince you to give him some.
“No can do Trent baby, I like this mall.” You winked at as you walked backward back into the change-room. “Your driving insane love.” Trent whispered from our side the door, you giggled to yourself at his neediness.
Ever since you and Trent had met a Underwear shoot that had went a little too suggestively, he almost choked on his own saliva the moment you walked in and smiled at him, he smiled at the memory not realizing that you had opened the door showing him another set.
“Do you like this one? It feels a bit too much.” You walked out dressed in skin tight pink lingerie, the moment you walked out Trent pushed you back inside the change room.
“Trent! Remember none of that in here!” You warned him as you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling at his ridiculousness.
“Fuck that, I need you right here and now. You can’t look that good and expect me not to fuck you right here.” He kissed along your neck tracing along your waist appreciating every inch of your smooth skin.
“You’re absolutely insane & corny.” You insulted him playfully slapping him on his shoulder as you both laughed at what he said.
“Want me to show you how corny I can be?” He asked as he slid himself down your body pulling down your underwear in the process.
“Oh really? Show me how— oh my.” You moaned out gripping onto his hair as you felt him pleasure you in the middle of a changing-room, you sat down on the change room bench feeling Trent pull your thighs over his shoulders.
“I’ll show you how corny I can be, you show me how loud you can be.”
ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!
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“Princess are you enjoying yourself?” Antoine asked as he poured you & himself another glass of champagne, since France had won the world cup just a few hours ago he decided to surprise you with a rose filled bathtub .
You sat on-top his his lap as his handed you another glass of champagne kissing the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked waist. “Definitely. I should’ve done this for you though. After all I didn’t win the world cup.”
Antoine sighed before kissing down the back of your neck before sighed into your ear. “Princess, I wouldn’t have been able to this without you and you know it. You’re my good luck charm.” You laughed throwing a little of the water in his face. “You’re too much, Toine.”
As you laughed he sighed over your shoulder hands moving from your waist to your breast covering them, you moved your hands from the edge of the bathtub onto his. “I’m serious love, everything about you is the reason why I’m the man I am today.”
“Really?” You asked turning your head around twisting your body to face your boyfriend who was staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.
“Really, which is why I’d like to give you this as a token of my appreciation.” He smiles at you on as he slides an expensive looking & feeling diamond necklace around your neck securing the back. It was a bit heavy proving its authenticity but nothing you couldn’t handle.
He handed you a hand mirror so you could see what he just put around your neck. As you took the mirror you squealed at what you were seeing.
“It’s beautiful Toine, it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” You turned your body around cupping his face as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
“Don’t thank me love, you deserve it and so much more.” He pulled away for a second before he placed his hands on your hips moving his hands up and down as you both made out “Mmh, really? You something else for me?”
As you looked at each other with sensual faces he chuckled before responded with “Well your sitting right on it baby.”
It took you a second to process what he said before realizing what he meant“Antoine! Don’t be dirty!” You slapped his shoulder laughing at his smug face.
“It’s the truth! But it’s true I also have something else for you.” He lifted you from his lap so he could exit the bathtub
You gawked at his butt as he shuffled his way towards the dresser looking between the drawers trying to find some mystery token of appreciation. “You know I hate surprises right?”
“I know, which is why I got you something I know you’ll love.”
“Promise?” You questioned mine going crazy as to what the surprise could be.
“I Promise you’ll love this one.” He turned around winking at you before turning back to find the mysterious item, you propped your self onto the edge of the bathtub face leaning on the back of your hand as you stared at your boyfriend.
“Found it!” He held up a velvet box as he walked towards you entering the bathtub again placing you onto his lap facing him. As he opened it in-front of you revealing a box of keys to a Porsche. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yes it is baby. Your own keys to a brand new Porsche, in (colour) just the way you’d like it—” Just before he finished his sentence you pulled him in for the 40th kiss tonight pulling in for a hug in the process.
“God, baby! What did I do in my past life to deserve you?” You pulled the keys out of the box holding them up to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Just being you princess.”
You smiled at him before pulling him in for another hug kissing his check before burying your head in his neck. You pulled away putting the keys back in the box so they wouldn’t fall in the water “Thank you so much baby.”
You both sat in silence just appreciate the atmosphere and being in each others arms, you pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face before continuing, “Now we can have car-sex in a luxury car. Not that we weren’t already doing that. In my luxury car.”
“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows pulling his hands back to rest them behind him on the edge of the bathtub, you nodded leaning in for another quick kiss.
“Mmh! Look forward to it.” You got up out of the bathtub tired of the water as it had already gone cold just before you could walk towards the counter you felt a hard slap on your ass making you laugh.
“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep baby, I’ll buy you 100 cars if it means I get to fuck you in them.”
MASON MOUNT — roses!
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“You’re so lucky, you got one of the good ones. I need to beg for anything from a guy.” Your friend Vivi complained to your sobbing pouring her feelings out after having 1 too many glasses of champagne as you laughed at her.
“Vivi you’re beautiful you just need to reject any type of negativity or relationship that’s less than what you want.” You explained taking another sip of your champagne finishing it up before the waiter took the dirty glasses away.
“Easy for you to say you’re dating the Mason Mount, you bagged Mason Mount of all people.” Vivi grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of the bottle
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow at her shady comment, “Wrong way sorry, I’m too drunk to remember what I’m saying.” Wiping her mouth from any excess champagne dripping down her lips.
“Mmh, anyway who’s getting the cheque?” You asked as you signalled the waiter to bring the bill to your table, Vivi looked at you with “are you serious” eyes as she packed up her things.
“You. Mrs. Mount, Mason Mount’s girl, wifey, fiancée thingy. You’re getting the bill.” You giggled at the all different titles she was throwing at you while grumbling about how you could even ask her about covering the bill when your forced her to come to such an expensive restaurant.
“Fine.” You replied shortly while waiting for a check, as you were waiting another waiter came and placed a giant bouquet of red & white roses on your table with a note sticking out from the side.
This was a common place for couples to meet for first dates or engagement so you just assumed that the waiter had gotten the wrong person “Oh I think you have the wrong person.”
“Are you Mrs. Mount?” Waiter asked pulling the flowers from the table thinking he had gotten the wrong person.
“No—” Just as you were going to clear up the confusion with your identity Vivi had butted in turning to face the waiter as she popped a fortune cookie into her mouth. “Yes she is what do you need?”
“This is for you.” He placed the large bouquet of flowers back onto the table right in-front you along with the bill and left leaving you with a head sized bouquet & a very drunk Vivi.
You pulled out the card that was sticking out the side and read it out loud heart melting as you read each word, “100 roses for the 100 different reasons why I love you, Love Mason. Aww Vivi he sent me flowers.”
“Aww, I hope you guys are related.” She smiled at you throwing the sarcastic comment in your face, you paid no mind to it knowing that she was just drunk and it was her sense of humour.
“I love you too Vivi, come on we gotta get you home.” As you both made your way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot you felt your phone buzz as you got an incoming facetime call from Mason.
You picked up just to see a happy Mason grinning ear to ear as he saw the bouquet of flowers resting in your hands.“Hey baby, did you get my gift?”
“Yes infact I did. I love it so much, Thank you.” You kissed the screen waving around your phone showing you excitement unpin receiving a gift from your lovely boyfriend.
“Don’t thank me love, It’s all you.” Mason threw cheesy line your way that almost, almost made Vivi throw up in your car “Shut up Mason, stop flaunting your perfect relationship.”
“Nice seeing you too Vivi.” Mason waved to your friend who sat in the backseat of your Mercedes Benz curled over about to throw up, as you started the car you looked in the rear view mirrors to check on your friend just to see her fast asleep.
“She’s fast asleep, babe.” You alerted Mason giving him the green light to say whatever he’d like that wasn’t so appropriate with your friend still lucid and aware of your phone call.
“Did you flip the card around?” Mason inquired as you angled your phone to face you while you drove. “Mmh, I did. Can you actually make me climax in 100 different ways?” You laughed thinking about you had read again.
“What can I say? I’m a man of many different talents.” You chuckled at his reply squeezing your thighs together thinking about the 100 different possible ways he could do you.
“Already getting excited? we might as well skip to number 10 once you get home.” Mason teased you once he caught onto what you were doing. “Well what’s in store for number 10?”
“You’re gonna feel so much pleasure you might faint darling.”
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mountsmason · 1 year
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Conflicting Emotions; Part 1
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summary: it was the world cup quarter-finals, with your national team England playing against France. so it was less than ideal to have a French boyfriend, as it would leave one of you completely dejected.
pairing: any French player x reader, slightly mason mount x reader
a/n: needed some angst in my life so I wrote this :))
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The final whistle blew, signalling the match was over. A sudden heaviness overcame your body as you inhaled a shallow breath.
England lost the quarter-finals against France.
The atmosphere divided into two, with half the stadium erupting in sheer euphoria while the other half fell silent. Utter devastation spread amongst England supporters, as this was the outcome we were all dreading. You heard your heart shatter at the sight of your national team collapsing on the ground in anguish, trying to console themselves after having lost their chance at winning the World Cup.
You truly believed the England team gave it everything, so you were inexplicably proud of what they had achieved. All you wanted to do in that moment was hug each of them and reassure them that they played incredibly well with so much determination and passion. You glanced around the stadium, your eyes landing on your ex-boyfriend Mason, who had his face buried in his hands as the French team celebrated behind him.
Seeing Mason vulnerable like that reluctantly revived the memories of the Euros final— the same pain and heartbreak. You remember how Mason was inconsolable for days after the loss, taking a while to come to terms with how close they were to winning the final, but you were there to constantly reassure him. Despite it being a difficult time, Mason made sure you knew how much he appreciated you being there for him. A few months later, you two mutually agreed to break up and still remain good friends.
In an attempt to drown out the noise and memories, you squeezed your eyes shut while a stream of uncontrollable tears rolled down your face. Everyone’s hopes and dreams for England winning this year’s World Cup ended the second the whistle was blown. The noise didn't seem to quiet down, so you lifted your heavy eyelids, to see the French players sprinting chaotically around the pitch in a frenzy of celebration while the England players were consoling each other.
Your gaze drifted between different players, and that’s when you saw him. Your boyfriend had that perfect, irresistible grin tugging at his lips as he embraced his team; a sense of guilt washed over you. He is through to the semi-finals, so as his girlfriend, you should be ecstatic for him, yet here you are completely heartbroken at the result. Dare you say, you feel a slight resentment toward his national team. It's not fair on him, and you're well aware of it. He’s worked equally as hard as the England team to get to this stage, so you should be proud of him.
At that sudden realisation, you wiped away your tears with your sleeves before he noticed you. But it was already too late; he had seen your tear-stained cheeks, and his smile immediately faded from his face as his expression softened with worry. Under your breath, you muttered “shit,” knowing that you had ruined this moment for him.
Giving him a small smile, you pointed in the direction of the French team, telling him to enjoy himself and celebrate. He didn’t move. His gaze remained fixed on you as his brows furrowed, trying to study your expression. You gave him a more genuine smile and mouthed “go,” tilting your head towards where his team was. He slowly shuffled backwards in uncertainty, a small laugh escaping you, as he was still staring at you to see if you really were okay with it. And you were; at the end of the day, you loved to see him succeed, even if that meant winning against your own team.
The England players didn’t waste any more time on the pitch as they came into the stands, where their families and friends were waiting for them. You were also sitting here with Sasha, as you became close friends with her when you were dating Mason. While you were talking about the match with her, you saw some players trying to put on a brave face as they managed a faltering smile before completely breaking down when being comforted by their family and friends.
Mason dragged his feet up the stairs to meet his family, who were seated in the row in front of you. For a split second, your eyes met his red and puffy ones, and you knew he was in a worse state now compared to the Euros final. You watched him melt into his mum’s arms as she hugged him tightly, while his family members all took turns reassuring him and reminding him that he's done the nation proud, regardless of the result. Shortly after, Jack made his way upstairs, instantly looking for comfort in Sasha’s arms.
Mason stood on the stairs when he was finished talking to his family. He was covering his face with one hand, and rubbing his eyes while his back rested on the handrail. You took this opportunity to talk to him.
“Hey, how are you holding up?” You spoke gently with a reassuring smile as Mason moved his hand away from his face.
“Not too bad,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
“Really Mason? You’re forgetting I can tell when you’re lying,” you tilt your head in the direction he was staring, trying to get him to look at you.
“I’m okay,” his voice was frail and quiet as he continued to avoid your gaze. Mason’s eyes were glossy as he fought back tears, his bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.
"Just come here," you reach up to wrap your arms around the back of Mason's neck, pulling him in for a hug. That’s when he gave up his pretence of being fine, as he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist to hold you close. He buried his head in your shoulder, letting out a muffled sob that only you could have heard. The sound of Mason breaking down was enough to flood your eyes with tears, so you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from turning into a sobbing mess.
As your attention was fixed on Mason, you didn't notice your boyfriend watching the two of you. He was aware of your history, and because of that, he didn't know how to feel. From one perspective, he understands how a huge loss can be so devastating, so Mason will need everyone there for him, even if that includes you. But on the other hand, he can't help but feel a little jealous considering Mason was your first love and everyone knows you don’t forget them. So he was torn in that moment, the same way you were about England losing and France winning. But before his mind can conjure up the worst, his friend drags him back into the group celebration.
“You did great, all of you; you should be so proud of yourself,” Mason simply hummed in response, taking in rapid and shallow breaths as you felt your shirt dampen with his tears.
"You've given us so many amazing memories to look back on in the future. It wasn't meant to be this time, but there's another World Cup just around the corner," you reassured him, not knowing whether your words would make a difference to how Mason is feeling right now.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, because you've done us proud, you've done me proud," you felt Mason's breathing become more even against your skin.
The two of you stayed like that, with no-one interrupting you. Mason had forgotten how safe he felt in your arms, the way it silenced everything around him, and suddenly everything became more bearable. A few minutes passed before Mason lifted his head to look you in the eyes.
"How do you do it?" Mason asked, searching your eyes for the answer.
"Do what?" Your voice was barely a whisper as you brushed away the tears from his face.
"You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better," 
“It’s not difficult when I’m being honest,” you shrugged your shoulders, giving him a smile he found impossible not to return.
"Thank you, it means a lot to me that you are here," you pulled away from the hug as his grip on your waist loosened.
“You don’t have to thank me; I’m just doing what any good friend would do,” you replied, as your gaze wandered around the stadium, watching some fans begin to leave. Mason winced at this; for those few minutes, he forgot that you two were not together anymore.
"Yeah, friends," his voice was monotonous as he looks onto pitch to see your boyfriend still celebrating. You were about to say goodbye, but Mason had something else on his mind.
"Why are you with him?" His question caught you off-guard, an icy contempt flashing in his eyes.
"Mason—" you began before being interrupted.
"No, seriously, why are you actually with him? Do you guys even have anything in common? Surely you can do better than that," he narrowed his darkened eyes as they burned into the back of your boyfriend’s head in envy.
"That is my boyfriend you're talking about, and you don't know the first thing about our relationship. I’ll let your comments slide just this once because I know your emotions are running high, but next time I won't hold back," you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed your handbag and explained to Sasha that you would call her later.
"Y/N, I'm sorry!" Mason called out as you walked up the stairs and out of the stadium.
➪ read part two here
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dybalassunshine · 11 months
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Footballers on their last braincells:
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sports-on-sundays · 1 month
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belle's makeshift masterlist
I write for football players and Formula 1 drivers!
★★★
Football players
Pedri González -
jigsaw / Part 1
jigsaw / Part 2
make up your mind
she's mine
I hate you (not)
help me sleep
surprises in Barcelona
Marc Guiu -
stupid with love
run away / Part 1
run away / Part 2
not right for you
Sergi Roberto -
someone like her
Fermín López -
found us out
Pablo Gavi -
take care of me
second priority
Héctor Fort -
love to hate you
mama's boy
it isn't right
Pau Cubarsí -
embarrassed and in love
love and fame
sweetie
bump, set, spike
Antoine Griezmann -
football in the rain
★★★
Race car drivers
Lando Norris -
boulevard of broken dreams / Part 1
boulevard of broken dreams / Part 2
all my fault
all my heart / Part 2 of all my fault
serious
the beginning / Part 1 of wanderlust series
IMAGINE...
Charles Leclerc -
people change
and I can change / Part 2 of people change
hold you while you sleep / Part 3 of people change
taken
accident prone
while you're away
prince not so charming / Part 1
prince not so charming / Part 2
prince not so charming / Part 3
prince not so charming / Part 4
prince not so charming / Part 5
our tree
Max Verstappen -
ER
Carlos Sainz Jr. -
red wine
Oscar Piastri -
us
landoscar (ship) -
everyone can see he looks at you like you're the world, but you don't even know it
★★★
Series
Christmas with...
Arthur Leclerc
Oscar Piastri
Charles Leclerc
Lando Norris
★★★
ALL the football players I am currently willing to write for!
pablo gavi
pedri gonzález
fermín lópez
ferran torres
vitor roque
sergi roberto
joão félix
frenkie de jong
lamine yamal
héctor fort
marc guiu
pau cubarsí
samuel lino
mason mount
alejandro balde
antoine griezmann
rodrigo riquelme
phil foden
julián álvarez
christian pulisic
eric garcía
★★★
ALL the race car drivers I am currently willing to write for!
max verstappen
charles leclerc
carlos sainz jr.
george russell
lando norris
oscar piastri
esteban ocon
pierre gasly
lance stroll
alexander albon
logan sargeant
zhou guanyu
arthur leclerc
oliver bearman
★★★
If you have any more questions about what I write, my rules, and my blog, feel free to either comment them on this post, or hit up my ask box! Thanks so much for reading and checking out my blog!
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halfasl33p · 1 year
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sorry I can’t hang out right now, I have babygirlifying international football players disease and it’s incurable
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mbebe-fc · 1 month
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baby captain & vice captain
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deluweil · 2 months
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Personally, I melted 😍😂
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han-merlin · 1 month
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Unparalleled joy
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leviscolwill · 1 month
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rating france nt's fits because i have a better style than them
marcus thuram - 4/10
what the hell is going on there ? i like the jacket but his tshirt is so corny (it says "stop copying me you're not even doing it right'), the jeans are okay but the chains ??? and idk how to feel abt that cap tbh
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lucas hernandez 3/10
first off points deduction bc i don't like him. now we can talk about the elephant in the room... what are those shoes ?? other than that he didn't take much risk with the outfit, it's very basic. but still take off the beanie it doesn't look good
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olivier giroud 7/10
dad! what a nice surprise! he usually pulls the worst outfits out of his closet but i like this one. again not many risks were taken but when you have this face do you really need to ? the slim jeans need to go tho i'm begging
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eduardo camavinga 9/10
ate (almost) everyone up here, it's hard to pull off bright green like that but he slayed so hard. point deducted for the glasses and the jeans might be a tiny bit too baggy but it's okay baby, come home now
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ousmane dembele 6/10
not much to say, i don't think i would've chosen this colour for the shoes but whatever floats your boat darling. looks like a man who's got his life together, makes you wonder if he's a stay at home dad or a footy player
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antoine griezmann 6/10
not bad but not good either. i like the matching shoes but i know he can do better. (comeback soon pls dad)
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kylian mbappe 7/10
why is he making that face idk, but the fit is okay, pure dictator fashion as per. the tns (they're tns right ??) are making him a nice dictator tho !
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jules kounde 8/10
similarly to the ugly hernandez brother, he actually gets a bonus because i'm in love with him. i always love a good overalls look ! and the green/yellow??? jacket + bucket hat is a nice risk (can't tell if i like it for now) but the moon boots ??? take them off i'm begging
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ibrahima konate 10/10
he's serving face, body, looks, everything. love myself a good décolleté moment. love the asymmetrical jacket and the all black look is nicely done.
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aurelien tchouameni 11/10
THE REAL WINNER TODAY ‼️ i love everything about this outfit, i want to kiss him so bad that's not eben funny anymore. the lego hands tho, you can tell he hangs out w jude too much
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okay that's it bye, don't take it too seriously <3
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percervall · 3 months
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This right here is where my heart resides
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mountsmason · 1 year
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Conflicting Emotions; Part 2
➪ read part one here
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summary: you finally meet your boyfriend after the match, and despite the overwhelming emotions of everything, you two manage to find a way to sort it out. things also take an unexpected turn as you realise your boyfriend was jealous of mason.
pairing: antoine griezmann x reader, slightly mason mount x reader
warnings: badly written smut
a/n: almost 1k notes on part 1 is insane, thank you for all the feedback!! also my intention for this part was to be fluff, but it ended up with a bit of smut. If you're not comfortable reading it, you can skip it as it doesn't add much to the plot.
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You heard Mason apologise moments before walking away. But you paid him no attention; if you went back to him, you feared you would say something you later regretted.
Antoine glances over at where he thought you were, with Mason. But instead he catches you walking up the stairs, and based on Mason shouting after you, he realises something is wrong. Tearing himself away from the celebrations, he rushes towards the area of the stadium where you were. Without thinking, he effortlessly jumps over the barrier and darts past Mason as he tries to catch up to you. You’re too far away to hear him calling out your name, so he gives up and simply follows you.
Mason’s words replayed in your mind as you grew more and more furious by the second. Unable to contain your blinding tears, you opened the first door on your right, which was conveniently unlocked. You assumed it belonged to the caretaker, as there were cleaning supplies scattered around the room. After dropping your handbag on one of the shelves, you leaned against the wall, letting hot tears fall freely down your cheeks.
It wasn't long before you were interrupted by the door opening swiftly. Your teary eyes met your boyfriend's concerned gaze.
"Y/N, what’s wrong?" He hurried towards you, his eyes softening at the sight of you.
"Nothing," you answered quickly over the sound of your rapid heartbeat, pointlessly wiping away your tears that he had clearly already seen.
"Your tears tell me otherwise, talk to me," with both his hands, Antoine cups your face and tilts it up slightly. He glides his thumbs across your cheeks to brush away your tears, which continued to fall despite your efforts to stop them.
Your mind was racing, searching for an answer it couldn’t find. From England losing to your boyfriend winning and Mason’s comments from earlier, you didn’t know where to begin.
"I don’t know what to tell you because I don’t know how I’m feeling myself," you admitted, leaning into his touch as you were overcome by a mixture of confusing emotions. "I don’t even know why I’m crying," you sarcastically chuckled at how ridiculous you sound.
You were never any good at expressing your emotions. It simply didn't come to you as easy as it did for others. Antoine was well aware of this, as you've had this conversation with him before, so he didn't pressure you into giving an answer. Instead, he tries to help you navigate your feelings.
"Was it the match? Are you angry at me?" A guilty expression crept across his face.
"What? Of course not! Earlier today, I promised you that my feelings for you wouldn’t change, regardless of what happened on the pitch today. And I fully stand by that.” You tried to reassure him of it.
"So you still love me?" His hands trailed down your body to rest on your hips, lightly pressing his body into yours.
“It’s hard not to,” you gave Antoine a soft smile as your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him in for the kiss you longed for. His lips were soft and delicate against yours. It was a short but intimate kiss that both of you needed in that moment. To reassure and confirm that truly nothing has changed between you two.
"I should have said this sooner, but congratulations baby. I’m really proud of you, especially after seeing you out there today. People always doubted you and your abilities, but look at you proving them wrong," you told Antoine, gently running your fingers through his hair.
“I couldn't have done it without you,” he presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
“Me? I didn't do anything,” you furrowed your brows in confusion.
"You were always there for me whenever I had a bad day. I don't know how, but you have this way of making me feel better without even trying. When the media found some way to criticise me or split us up, you never believed them, and that kind of trust is rare; I've never had that in any of my other relationships. I even considered quitting football, but I didn't because I had you. The one person who has always been by my side and the reason I've gotten this far. Everything I do is for you,” he spoke in sheer admiration, a smile growing on his lips as he saw your cheeks flush pink.
You listened intently to every word and grinned as you gazed into his eyes. Undoubtedly, he was giving you way more credit than you deserved, as you know how talented he was to begin with, and that combined with his dedication, is how he got this far. You began to wonder how you had become so lucky to have such a perfect boyfriend. One that does everything for you even though you never asked him to.
But then you recalled the match where your team lost against his.
“How is beating England 'for me?' ” You questioned cheekily, curious to see how he was going to explain this one.
“Let me rephrase myself, everything I do, except winning against England, is for you,” he winked at you in an attempt to soften the blow.
Your mouth fell open, a fake gasp escaping your lips. “I never knew you were so selfish,” you joked, playfully hitting his chest. A comfortable silence filled the air as you shared a smile with Antoine. The warmth of his endearing grin quickened your heartbeat.
“Are you ready to tell me why you were crying earlier?” He asked in a lowered tone.
You thought about it for a minute. This time, you had better luck articulating your thoughts since your mind wasn't racing erratically anymore.
“I guess I felt guilty for not sharing your happiness and celebrating with you,” you muttered, averting your gaze as you studied your hands, suddenly finding them interesting.
“We knew from the start it was going to be complicated, but I understand Y/N, I really do. The emotions involved in it all can be overwhelming, and I would never force you to pick a side. You're too loyal for your own good,” he laughs, playfully rolling his eyes, “and I respect that. At the end of the day, all that matters to me is that we’re okay,” you nodded in agreement, your mouth curving into an unconscious smile at how understanding he is.
"And that was it, you’re sure there’s nothing else bothering you?" You shook your head decisively, as your boyfriend continued to speak, "for a second I thought something had happened with Mason."
You froze at the mention of your ex-boyfriend.
"What do you mean?" You tried to swallow down an empty gulp.
"I saw the two of you together."
"He was upset after the match, so I was consoling him, that's all." You got a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach, wondering what he must have thought seeing you with Mason like that.
"As long as you didn’t console him in the same way you console me, we’re good," you knew exactly what he was implying with that suggestive tone.
"Oh no, that is reserved specifically for you only," his eyes darted between your lips and eyes as he leant in for another kiss. But before he could connect his lips with yours, you pulled away.
“Wait, were you jealous of Mason?” You eyed him suspiciously.
“As if,” he denied too quickly, his jaw visibly tensing.
“You were, I knew it!”
“I wasn’t jealous, so don't ever say that again,” he warned in a low, firm voice as his gaze darkened.
“Or else what?” Your eyes lit up with a hint of mischief before he erased the distance between your bodies by pressing you against the wall and pushing his leg between yours.
“Don't test me Y/N, I may have been running around the pitch for 90 minutes, but you should know better than anyone that I still have plenty of energy after that,” His hands had caged you in, as they were pinned on either side of your head.
“I didn't know you were the jealous type.”
“I don't get jealous cause you already know you're mine,” his breath was hot against your ear.
“I am?” You raised your eyebrows, pretending this was news to you as your fingertips skimmed along his jaw line.
“It looks like you need reminding.” He pushes his thigh against your core, a breathy moan slipping from your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his lips ghosting yours. Breathing lightly, your lips part with a burning desire, an aching need to kiss him, but he doesn’t let you.  He flexes his thigh beneath you, applying pressure to your core and notices your body instantly react to him. “You realise I can feel that,” he smirked, feeling a throbbing sensation on his thigh.
“Then do something, please,” you begged with desperation in your voice. It was embarrassing how easily your body reacted to his touch. With the World Cup happening, the two of you barely had time for yourselves, so you were extra sensitive to his touch.
“You’re not going to get what you want. Not until you tell me what I want to hear,” you chose to ignore the heat building in between your own thighs.
“I really hate you,” you panted over your pounding heartbeat.
“That’s not it,” your response seemed to amuse him as he let out a light chuckle. You mentally debated whether you should carry on teasing him or give up and tell him what he wants to hear. “I'm not going to ask you again,” he begins to remove his leg from between yours, but you quickly clench your legs around his thigh.
“I’m y-yours, all yours,” your words were breathless as you chose the latter option. The prolonged anticipation became unbearable as your body grew impatient.
“That's right baby, you're mine — no one else's,” satisfied with your answer, he plants a series of harsh kisses on your neck, pressing his thigh harder against your core.
“I need to you to do something now, I've missed your touch,” you slowly start to roll your hips into his thigh as his muscles tense against your aching core. Even though you were fully clothed, you knew that the flood of wetness from your core would be enough to soak through the material and leave a patch on his shorts. But you didn’t care. The pleasure was building in your stomach, but before anything else happened, you were interrupted by the sound of keys turning in the door.
“Perfect timing,” he said in a hushed tone before he pulled his leg away from your wet core. You whined in response to the loss of contact. You weren't finished. That's when it hit you — this was his plan all along.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with all this teasing, right?” You glared at him while trying to catch your breath before the door opened.
You grabbed your handbag from the shelf as you approached a confused-looking caretaker. Giving him an awkward smile, you left the room with your boyfriend following closely behind.
“I’ve never seen you squirm so much,” he spoke with a sense of accomplishment. You sent him daggers once again for leaving you all hot and bothered. “That was all your doing, all you had to say was you're mine, but you were too busy teasing me,” he held his hands up in defence.
“Mason would never do that to me,” you wish you hadn't said the words the moment you saw the expression on Antoine's face harden.
You had seriously fucked up.
“I'm sorry, I took it too far that time, I didn't mean it,” you unintentionally struck a nerve as he looked genuinely hurt. “It's you that I want, it's you who I'm with and it's you I love,” you frantically searched his eyes for any indication that he believed you.
“I love you, you know that right?” You took his hands in yours.
“Yeah I know, I've just got to get back since I've been gone a while, and everyone will begin to wonder where I am,”
“Okay,” your voice was barely a whisper. He pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head before walking away.
“Make sure you message me when you get to your hotel," he reminded you as he turned around. A smile touched your lips for a brief second as you nodded.
Antoine might not have responded to your “I love you” directly, but making sure you reach safely is his unspoken way of expressing his love for you.
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