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hii could u do Farleigh w a peach tea <3
peach tea: “someone’s needy.”
smut below the cut! 18+ mdni (also this has public sex in it if you’re not comfortable with that do not read! no one sees but it is public lol)
you were too absorbed in farleigh’s presence to be bothered by the brick wall stabbing into the bottom of your back. your thoughts were consumed with nothing but farleigh, farleigh, farleigh.
he had you trapped, not that you were planning on going anywhere anyways. this alley outside of the bar felix had picked is exactly where you wanted to be. you were boxed in, his hands on each side of your body, running along the soft flesh of your curves. his lips were everywhere, your neck, your shoulder, the small amount of chest your top revealed. anywhere he could press a kiss to, he did.
“far,” you whined, attempting to pull him even closer. “hmm,” he hummed, not letting his lips leave your skin. “need you,” you whined, pressing your pelvis to his, feeling the boner he was repping.
“dorms?” he asked, pulling back for a second. you quickly shook your head, “need you, now,” you stressed. farleigh let out a condescending chuckle, one you were all too familiar with. “someone’s needy,” he teased.
“shut up,” you hushed, moving your hand to rub along his dick, “i’m not the only one,” you smirked at the way his hips jutted forward and the groan that left his lips. you moved your hand to unbutton his jeans, sliding his pants and underwear down just enough to get his cock out. farleigh pushed your hands away, reaching to flip up your skirt and do the same to your underwear.
he could feel the way your pussy was dripping as he slid your underwear down. “all this for me?” he teased. “hurry!” you chastised, growing tired of the game he was playing. “alright, alright,” he mumbled as he lifted you slightly, lining himself up before easily sinking in.
“fuck,” you moaned, wrapping your hands around his shoulders as he found his pacing. this angle was deep, allowing you to feel all of him in the best way possible. “gotta be quiet, sweetheart. wouldn’t want anyone coming back here.”
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Thinking about waking up with Farleigh wrapped around you like ivy. You try to wiggle out of his hold and he just grips tighter, pulling you back into his chest and rocking his hips against your ass. “Far, let go, I have to pee.” Then he dramatically flops backwards, releasing you with a brattish groan. “Well hurry up.” Like sir do not rush me 😭
No bc I like to think Farleigh is the king of "Oh, so you hate me." In situations like this:
You could have kissed him to sleep the night prior, told him all your darkest secrets and held him close. The next morning when you have to pee and brush you're teeth, every time you move he's telling you to stop in an annoyed whine.
“I have to pee and wash my face, I'll come back to bed–”
“You hate me.” He whines, “We were having a perfect little morning and you wanna ruin it by doing things.”
You laugh, pushing at his face that he's trying to burrow in your neck. He's molding himself around you, his leg linking with your, his hips flush against you as his hands slip under you're shirt. He's seeking heat as if he isn't already hot enough, he had slept in a sweater and even thicker pants. “Farliegh.” You begin to scold but your voice is teasing, light with butterflies. “You’d think I was going to war with the way you're acting.”
“But you are.” He presses a sleepy kiss to your neck. “You say you're just gonna do two things then it turns into seven cuz’ you're wide awake. Then you're gonna wanna go outside and you're gonna drag me with you.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“I’m realistic.” He sniffs. “How about you just piss and come back. Nothing else.”
You raise a brow, “Nothing else?”
Farleigh pulls back, squinting at you blearily, “What else matters?”
You blow in his face and have the delight of seeing his face drop from your morning breath. You're cackling when he rolls away from you, he's groaning and calling you ‘vile.’ You're quick to wiggle out of bed, rounding it in three easy skips and look at Farleigh who's holding his nose shut with a frown. “But nothing else matters, right?”
“Go brush your teeth and don't come back till you do.”
You laugh. “Aye, aye Captain.”
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~ dating j. bellingham - insta au ~
#jude bellingham#real madrid#jude bellingham fics#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham imagines#m writes#football imagines#football fics#its all queue darling#insta au fics#insta au
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Love your Farleigh fic btw. Been re-reading that shit for days. Ngl, I feel like the reader is the type to like- have an arm on Farleigh's thigh when they sit together, hold Farleigh by his waist or the small of his back, and do the pinky hold instead of intertwined fingers, idk. She gives off that vibe. I like it
Butterflies
Summary: treating Farleigh like a baby girl!
Warnings: slightly-maybe- a little bit sexual but not much, it's just an attempted handjob and drunk reader. Enjoy, mwah!
Notes: this wasn't a request but its so cute I keep thinking about it. This is the same universe as OMC! Farleigh just before all the cheating. As for what you said, I agree! She just has to be slightly drunk to start it up I fear, she's super aware of what she does around others but drunk reader? She don't care :) this is 1.4k words!
Farleigh is six foot five, nearly two hundred pounds and he's aware that his hair adds nearly another four inches to his height.
He's tall— he's heard it all his life and when he was living in the States with his mom, he had coaches approach him about joining football, basketball, and volleyball and once, a swim coach had cornered him just before school let out for the summer. The point is, that he is aware of his height. He knows that he's probably ducking to enter a room for the rest of his life, he knows he needs to avoid those flimsy wooden chairs because three years ago, he sat in one, and two of the little wooden legs gave out and his cousins still haven't let him live it down. And, he knows better than to sit on your lap as you grin up at him.
He's sure he'd crush you or, the combined weight of the both of you would crumble the chair and well— he doesn't really want to think about it, the imagined embarrassment is enough to make his skin crawl.
“No,” He sneers over the chatter of everyone else. The pub is loud but what else could be expected from a Friday night? “Just get up and maybe you can sit on my lap.”
You pout at him and he mocks it, a fake coo leaving his lips. “I don't want to get up.” You say and then you pat your lap again, your legs spreading as you slouch in the seat. “Come on, sit on Daddy's lap.”
Farleigh coughs, his neck flushing red as he scowls at you. “You think you're funny?”
You smile at him and he can see it in the way your nose scrunches, you're a little bit past tipsy. It'd be cute any other day but all Farleigh wants to do is sit down and drink with you and your friends. “Yeah, I am funny.” You answer, you're still smiling when you reach out to him, your pointer finger linking with his and you pull him closer. He goes easily despite all his huffing and puffing and he stands between your legs with a frown, “Just sit, Farleigh. You're not gonna hurt me.”
“Yeah, mate.” Felix butts in, his pint sloshing as he leans over Oliver. The movement has the whole table quieting and turning to look at the both of you. It's enough to make Farleigh sneer at them all as you let out a giggle.“Just sit, all this flirting is making my stomach turn.”
Put on the spot, Farleigh hisses out an annoyed ‘Fine.’ and gingerly settles himself on your lap, he puts most of the weight into the tips of his toes, nearly hovering for a moment before you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him flush against you. “See?” You murmur, your breath against his ears has his shoulders rising as a shiver goes down his spine. “Nothing happened.”
“Yet.” Farleigh replies. He can feel himself blushing, his stomach fluttering as you nuzzle closer to him. Alicia passes him a beer and he gives her a tight lip smile before his eyes dart over his shoulder and across your face. “Am I crushing you?”
“No.” You giggle and one of your hands pats his thigh. “I’m fine, you're not even that heavy.”
Farleigh knows that's a lie but doesn't have a chance to say anything before he's being pulled into a lighthearted argument with Felix and Daniel, Oliver says a word or two but Farleigh makes an effort to either speak over him or ignore him. You watch from over his shoulder, smiling as Farleigh shoots down whatever Felix is saying so quickly, that it has his cousin's cheeks pink as he rushes to defend himself.
He's cute like this. In his element of arguing about something stupid, a beer in hand. He's still a little tense against you but not like he was before and it makes your smile grow. Maybe it's the booze talking or maybe you just really love him but Farleigh is just so damn cute right now it makes you wanna kiss him out of his clothes. But you have enough sense to realize that Farleigh just got here and probably doesn't want to leave anytime soon so you swallow your growing desire for him and instead, draw patterns against his clothed thigh. He's mid-sentence when you start this and he trips over his words as he glances down at your finger then away, you would have missed it if you weren't so focused on him and another giggle bubbles out of you because of it.
Bravely, you trail your fingers higher, your head resting against his back as you trace circles and figure eights closer and closer to his dick. You smother another laugh against his back when he clears his throat, his hand falling over your and he forces your fingers to link. “What are you doing?” He whispers and your head lifts just enough to see that both Daniel and Felix had turned away from him, falling into their own conversation.
“Sorry,” You say and Farleigh notes that you don't sound sorry at all, there's still a bit of humor in your voice. Like you're about to burst into giggles any second and Farleigh realizes you're far past tipsy and that you're drunk. “Do you want me to stop?”
Your voice is a little loud and Farleigh turns his head, shushing you with a small smile. He ignores how Alica glances at the both of you and away with a frown and he ignores how Oliver doesn't look away. “I didn’t say that, baby.” He says, his voice is still a soft whisper and you let out a breath as he finally settles his full weight against you. You didn't even realize your leg was bouncing till it was forced to still under the weight of his legs. “I’m just asking what you're doing.”
Your fingers flex around his, trying to shake your hand free but he keeps a steadfast hold and it pulls a small whine from you as you slip your other hand up the hem of his shirt. His stomach flexes against your cool palm, but you make no move to do anything else as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. “Just wanna touch you.”
Farleigh huffs a laugh. You always get like this when you had too much to drink, not quite clingy just touchy, like you wanna crawl under his skin and feel him from the inside.“You’re drunk, babe.”
“‘m not.” You murmur and your hand slips, the tips of your fingers slipping under his waistband. Farleigh doesn't stop you because it's just nice to see you want him this much that youd feel him up in front of both your friends. But the hand that's holding yours clutches just a bit tighter, a gentle warning— a nudge to remind you of your surroundings and you ignore it as you grin. “Just wanna suck your dick.”
The laugh that leaves him is choked, he gives your hand a small squeeze before he lets it go. “Yeah, you're definitely drunk.” You only hum in response, your hand slipping lower and Farleigh is suddenly glad he's wearing a baggy sweater because when your hand cups his dick all of it is hidden, he feels himself jerk in your hand and a small groan leaves him. “Are you really about to give me a handy in a pub?”
A snort leaves you and you grope him through his underwear. You've felt Farleigh dozens of times since you've started dating and yet every time you can't help being amazed about how heavy he feels in your hand, how hot he gets as he grows harder. He shifts in your lap and you press a small kiss against his neck, “ You’re so fucking British sometimes, it's a handjob, and yes. I am.”
You get about two strokes in, your thumb swiping over his tip before Farleigh jerks to his feet, your hand slipping from his pants as he pulls his sweater down. “Come on, we're leaving.”
You let out an annoyed groan, you barely tocuhed him. “Farlei–”
He pulls you to your feet and presses a kiss to your lips. “You can do this somewhere Oliver isn't watching.” You giggle against his lips and peak over his shoulder, making eye contact with Oliver who's nibbling on his lip. You wiggle your eyebrows at him, a cheeky laugh leaving your lips as Farleigh pulls you away from the table.
“Where are you two going?” Felix calls after you both and Farleigh wraps an arm around your waist as you twist to answer him.
“I’m gonna fuck your cousin!”
Farleigh hisses your name out in warning as the table breaks out into laughter.
#nah because this is probably my favourite farleigh ngl 😭#its all queue darling#farleigh start#saltburn#m recs#smut recs
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~ dating j. fleming - insta au ~
#jessie fleming#m writes#jessie fleming fics#insta au fics#football fics#football imagines#jessie fleming Imagines#insta au#its all queue darling
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★ hedgehog . . . (oscar piastri)
— when he reunites with his girlfriend, oscar quickly learns that his attempt at a new look has one huge downfall
+ aka. becca saw the pics of oscar's new stubble and struggled to be normal about it !! very short n sweet n silly, but i hope you enjoy regardless lovelies <3 banner from cafekitsune !!
"hey bab- oh."
oscar pulls away from your hug with a confused expression, brows furrowed and bottom lip pulled into the slightest pout. he looks down at you and scans your face, before turning his scrutiny onto his own form, trying to find an answer for your unusual reaction.
you haven't seen oscar in about a week now, and normally, you're all over him, not an inch of his face nor neck left untouched with your kisses. yet you're currently standing in front of him with an almost dazed expression on your face, arms still linked around his neck from your hug.
before he can open his mouth and allow a nervous question to trickle from his lips, you speak up for him, your knuckles coming to graze against his jaw.
"this is new," you hum, tilting your hand to grant your pinky finger the chance to trace the growing stubble that dusts oscar's upper lip.
his nose scrunches, and his amused exhale hits your fingertips as he lets out a laugh at the tickle.
"how have you hidden this from me?" you continue, your voice taking on a teasing tone. "been on facetime to you almost every day and i didn't even notice."
oscar lifts his own hand to scratch at his jaw, the feeling of coarse hair against his fingertips becoming more familiar with each passing day. it's by no means a full beard, god no. it's glorified stubble, scruff you might have called it. but it's the most facial hair you've seen oscar with since... well, ever.
"yeah, i'm uh, trying something out, i guess," he says with a slight laugh, looking down at you to gauge your reaction. "couldn't be bothered to shave one night and just thought i'd see what it was like."
though his tone is casual, his heart pounds a little faster as he tries to detect any form of opinion radiating from your body language. oscar wishes he was a mind reader right now, able to tell exactly how you feel about the slight stubble without having to ask you outright.
the answer seems to satisfy you, and your lips curve up into a smile as you lean in to finally pepper soft kisses to his face.
oscar stoops down a little to grant you access to his forehead and temple, and you press another kiss to his nose before moving to attach your lips to his.
the kiss is tender, full of love, and bordering on passionate as oscar's tongue swipes at your bottom lip in a silent question. he hardly realises you're pulling away until he's forced to chase after your lips unsuccessfully.
his breathing is a little shallow as he speaks.
"why'd you stop?"
the question almost comes out as a whine, and it takes a lot for you not to tease him about it.
"y'scratching me a bit," you admit with an amused tone, nibbling at your bottom lip. "y'know, with the hair. 's a bit like i'm kissing a hedgehog" you clarify, rubbing at the skin of your own top lip as if to add emphasis.
oscar's mouth opens in a silent oh, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his mind as he puts two and two together. coarse hair plus friction against your own skin is definitely not an award winning combination for you, and oscar sees no more need for experimentation.
"gimme a minute to shave this off, sweetheart," oscar promises with a crooked grin, already making his way to the bathroom. "then you can give me a proper kiss, hm?"
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~ dating m. ødegaard - insta au ~
#martin ødegaard fic#football imagines#martin odegaard#football fics#martin ødegaard#martin odegaard x reader#m writes#arsenal#its all queue darling
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~ dating b. chilwell - insta au ~
#ben chilwell#ben chilwell fic#ben chilwell x reader#m writes#football imagines#football fics#chelsea fc#its all queue darling
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CONGRATS ON 1K LOVEY imma send in multiple if thats okay but first !! fic recs for callum ilott? i swear no one writes him
Thank you love <3<3 and SICK send them in!
#~‼️~ Fic Rec- Callum Ilott
SFW Fic Rec- To Be With You by @sinofwriting
It's Callum Illot X Reader but Lando can't take a hint. I always come back to read it because it's just that good. Honestly one of my favorites of all time.
NSFW Fic Rec !!MDNI PLS!!- Earned It by @easemysoul
Another one I keep coming back to. This is what got me into Mafia AUs lol. It is hella spicy, so please, if you are a minor on my account, DO NOT READ THIS ONE.
Also, you didn't ask for this but this is my favorite video of all time of Callum and I think everyone needs to see it <3
Part of 1K Celly (Requests open)
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random texts eith trent [ T. A. A ]
notes: just a little something to fill the void because I'm boreeeeddd. masterlist
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🚨Writer friends, PLEASE back up your WIPS into something other than Google Docs!🚨
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Lullabies- Jadon Sancho 🤍
Request: Write something where as soon as you start showing Jadon often sings united chants to your bump for baby Sancho 🥺🌷🏙
This is such a cute idea so thank you for requesting!! I did have to do alot of research to find a chant cause as a Liverpool fan... theres no way I'd know one from the top of my head lol!! Hope you enjoy bb!!
(Not proofread!)
Ever since you found out you were expecting, the Sancho household glowed with excitement and love! Most of your time was spent on shopping and decorating to make the arrival of your little one even more special! & With help from both of your families, everything was coming together perfectly!!
When you first found out, you were terrified to see Jadon's reaction. With only being young and his career in Manchester only just starting, you didn't want to make things harder for him. However that fear disappeared the second the words 'your going to be a dad' left your mouth, Jadon's eyes instantly teared up as he held you and his new little unborn love in tight in his arms! Despite only being a couple of weeks pregnant, he instantly merged into dad mode, protecting you from anything that could cause you any harm! Not letting you go to any matches or stay out to late... always wanting to now how much you were doing or who you are with so he can keep in touch to know how your doing! & once you started to show... that never seemed to change!
"Baby... what are you doing!" Jadon groaned as he entered the kitchen, finding you stood up on the counter reaching for your tub of Nutella that he hid, once the doctor told you to cut out sugary things!
"One... get off there!" He carefully helped you down, kissing your temple softly before giving you a stern glare "& two...no more sweet stuff gorgeous! Doctors orders..."
Giving him a pout, you huffed "Finee... but can I at least come watch you play today.." Your hopeful voice caused his heart to leak with love "You know I don't like you there honey... not cause I don't physically want you there..." He quickly objected noticing the frown on your face "I just don't want you or our little bean here to get hurt... The games are quite tense right now!" He wasn't lying... with untied not getting the points they need and club being under a new manager, it was safe to say that the fans weren't always thrilled with the teams performance!
"Okay..." You smiled, not wanting to argue over such a touchy subject to him "We'll just have to support daddy from home again... won't we spud!" Rubbing your belly gently, you flinched as you felt a slight kick against your skin, grabbing his hand a wide smile grew on your face as you watched Jadon feel his baby kick for the first time...
"He already has moves like his daddy!" Jadon smirked, kneeling down on his knees as he lifted up his top "You going to watch daddy baby..."He cooed leaving light kisses along where the unborn kicked "Take me home...united road... to the place I belong!"
Your heart melted to the ground as you watched the moment in front of you! It wasn't the first time Jadon sang to your bump, but the scene never got easier to watch as your boyfriend interacted with his unborn child... How on earth was you going to handle when your little joy was here!
"Your going to make the best daddy..." You whispered with a teary voice. Jadon looked up at you with nothing but love in his eyes...
"And your going to make the best mummy..."
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Jamal Musiala-Beach day
Fluff
The sound of waves crashing onto the shore filled your ears. The feeling of the sun burning on your skin, the sand in between your toes and the familiar feeling of a head resting on your chest making you feel at peace. You currently spent your time lying at a beach reading while your curly headed boyfriend slightly snored on your chest. Your book blocked the sun from blending you and your hand played with Jamal’s hair often grazing his cheek. He traced shapes on your thigh wich made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
You wanted to stay like this forever but sadly your stomach grumbled signalling that you needed food.
„Baby wake up“ you were nudging Jamal gently earning a groan from him. He lifted his head up shortly only for him to nuzzle it directly into the crook of your neck.
„Jamal Please I‘m hungry“
„Just 5 more minutes please“ he mumbled nuzzling his head further into your neck.
His hot breath fanned over your neck making you shiver. You sighed giving in as you stroked his back your hands grazing his muscular shoulder blades and hot skin. You felt content with the love of your life in your arms. After a few minutes your body started to go numb since Jamal was nearly fully lying on top of you. So you let your hand wander up to his head scratching his locks pleading „Jamal please”
He lets out a soft groan as he connected his lips to your neck covering it with wet and loving kisses, your breath hitched in your throat. He lifted his head up again to trail kisses down your throat to your jaw until his face was facing yours. His brown doe eyes stared right at you as his lips hovered inches away from your lips. Admiring his perfect features, you wondered how the fuck did you get so lucky.
„Fine“ he whispered as a smile appeared on his face
His actions sent you into a trance, totally forgetting what you wanted to do, only having the strong urge to kiss him. As if he heard your thoughts, his lips found yours kissing you passionately. You melted into his touch, everything long forgotten until he pulls away, leaving you pouting missing the warmth of his lips on yours. Sending a cheeky smile your way he jumped up dusting his hands off as he extended a hand for you to grab.
„Let’s get something to eat“ he smiled at you
You took his hand as he pulled you up, lacing his hand in yours while heading to the water looking out for the next ice cream stand.
After you got your ice cream you decided to walk around at the beach where the waves kissed the sand of the shore. Jamal’s hand slightly squeezed yours holding you closer making your heart flutter. Your feet in the water which was a beautiful shade of blue and the sun burned down on your shoulders. You were nearly the only ones at the beach as you walked close next to each other, your sides brushing against each other occasionally. The brown haired boy watched you closely as you ate your ice cream which was slightly smeared on your lips. „I wanna taste yours“ Jamal broke the silence.
„Sure“ you said, him turning so he was standing in front of you his head towering over yours. He was a bit taller than you so you always had to stand on your tippy toes to kiss him. You held your ice cream cone near his lips but before you could comprehend what was happening he had bent his head down and pressed his soft lips on yours. Kissing him back as you leaned into the kiss. Hungry for your lips Jamal deepened the kiss pulling you closer by your waist so your chest was pressed against his. The boys tongue swiped over your lips and entering your mouth as you opened it slightly for him. Your make out lasted for a couple minutes as you pulled away to catch your breath. Your head resting against his, feeling dizzy, bright smiles covering your faces. „I like it but mines better“ Jamal laughed. „oh really?“ you replied amused wiggling out of his grip as you ran past and away from him.
Your boyfriend grinned as he chased after and catching up to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist swiping you of your feet as your back was pressed against his chest. His mouth at your ear preppering kisses on your neck making you squeal in his grip.
„But not as good as you taste“ Jamal whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine.
„Really Musiala“ you exhale trying to sound confident but your voice trembling
God that boy drives you crazy
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OH GOD
whay about submissive jude?
like hes begging you to slow down and stuff but he knows he dont want that yk whay i mean
like..?
Can u write that or
jude is the biggest sub and i know it.
it took him a while to actually show his true subby side — accidentally making it obvious one night as you kneeled down between his legs, tutting playfully at how hard he already was. and you'd watched the way his eyes closed, head hung back. the way he reacted so such a teasing comment. and that was it.
he'd always be whimpering for you to take it easy. fists balling at his side as you scolded him for trying to touch you. the way he'd work himself up until he was a ridiculous panting mess on the sheets before you. cursing you under his breath as you'd roll your hips against him. not giving him enough of what he needed.
"aw you want me to slow down baby? you want me to stop?" just your questions alone would send shivers down his limbs. cock aching, twitching, before even being inside of you as he'd shake his head quickly. almost looking manic at the idea of you getting up and leaving him like this.
and the minute he finally got what he'd been begging for he was a mess. moaning your name over and over. trying his hardest not to grip your waist and switch the roles — the feeling of your warmth enveloping him earning grunts of approval as he bit hard on his bottom lip.
jude's name falling from your mouth as you clutched his shoulders for balance, the burn of your thighs becoming more and more desirable as you worked yourself on him. each bounce bringing jude's head towards yours. mouth pulled open as his pretty noises filled the room. strangled efforts to tell you to slow down before he came being lost in translation as he hung his head in the crook of your neck. watching your tits bounce softly through teary vision as you held the back of his head, delighted with the stretch of your cunt around him.
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Here's To Doing The Unexpected
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Summary: Christian tries to do the unexpected
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Nope
Song Inspo: Vienna - Billy Joel
Warnings: small talk of pregnancy, husband!christian
Notes: i'm trying to clean out the drafts 🫣 it's small, it's not that great, but i didn't want to waffle and end up turning it into something i don't end up posting. anyway, here's something that isn't smut. feedback is always appreciated
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"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" You tease, the kitchen smelling unexpectedly good, with Christian at the counter, a dishcloth tossed over one shoulder, looking like he had stepped out of an episode of The Bear. His mouth mimes the lyrics to Luke Combs 'Forever After All,' as he crushes a glove of garlic under the blade of his knife. You didn't even know he knew how to do that.
You step further into the kitchen, his cheeks twitching at your hand unconsciously sliding across the small of his back as you come to stand on his other side to inspect what he was doing. There's a pot of homemade sauce simmering on the stovetop behind you, the rich smell of tomatoes perfuming the air, and before you were ingredients like eggs, flour and butter. The typical stuff you needed to make fresh pasta.
This certainly wasn't Christian usual level of cooking when it came to doing anything in the kitchen. Normally, it was quick and simple meals, the ones he knew he wouldn't burn, and sometimes went in a microwave. Or, it was making Rice Krispies buns with your baby cousins, leaving the counters covered in the melted chocolate and stray pieces of Rice Krispies that never made it into the mixing bowl.
"I'm amazed," you tease him some more, feeling his laughter ripple through his body as you rest your head against his arm.
"Amazed that I haven't burnt the place down?" Christian laughs as you mumble 'no comment' under your breath. He turns and tips his head, brushing his lips lightly against the top of your head. His hand comes down to touch your bump, soothing his thumb over your round belly like it was his secret way of saying hello to. "This move was all about trying new things, right?" He crushes another glove of garlic, sliding it off the knife with the side of his finger. "So, I'm trying to not burn the kitchen down."
"Oh." You look up through your eyelashes, catching your bottom lip between your teeth to trap the giggle that desperately wants to escape. "I thought you meant we would be trying new things in...you know...the..."
"Dirty girl," he shakes his head, talking over you as your voice trails off.
"Yeah," your hand drops to give his bum a cheeky pinch, "and you love me for it."
He sets the knife down, wiping his hand quickly on the end of the dishcloth, before turning to face you. He's left chasing your lips, your body jerking back as the smell of garlic still lingers on his fingers. His brows rise to meet his hairline. "What?" He laughs, finally caressing your face. His thumb traces the shape of your cheek and he dips his eyes to look into yours. "Can't I kiss my beautiful, glowing wife?"
"You can kiss your 'beautiful, glowing wife' - which dramatic much? - when you're fingers no longer smell of garlic." You scrunch your nose. "Seriously, how does it not bother you?"
"Because I'm not six months pregnant." He sneaks a kiss to your temple and takes a few steps over to the sink. "You know, you don't seem to complain when my fingers smell like you," he cheekily says over the sound of the tap, lathering his hands in lemon-scented soap. You roll your eyes, your cheeks flooding with warmth at his crude joke. "Though, it has been a while," he turns the tap off, "I think I might have forgotten what you smell like."
"What's the matter?" You tease him with a perfectly mischievous smile. "You got blue balls?"
"As a matter of fact, yes." He wraps his arms around you, landing a kiss against your jaw. "I miss touching you," he whispers, sliding his hands up and down your sides, dipping to kiss down the column of your neck, "I miss you touching me."
"Christian?" He hums, half acknowledging you, too distracted by the softness of your skin. "The sauce is boiling over."
His head snaps back, eyes widening as his homemade sauce boils over the side of the pot and sizzles as it hits the stovetop. "Shit!" He launches forward, taking the pan off the ring, trying to wipe up some of the spilt sauce before any more damage could be done. "Shit. Shit. Fuck-" You cover your nose as a slightly charred smell permeates the air and watch his shoulders drop. "So much for trying to do something nice."
"Hey-" You take short strides across the kitchen and wrap your arms around his middle. On instinct, he reaches for your hands, rubbing his thumb across the back of your wrist. "It's okay," you kiss the back of his shoulder and press your cheek against it, "you know I've never really been one to like grand gestures, anyway."
"I know." He tucks his head back, a show of disappointment in himself lingering in his eyes. "I just wanted to do something nice before Bubbles comes along."
You lift your head. "Bubbles?"
"It's nothing," he mumbles, "just something to call them whilst we wait to meet them."
"Bubbles," you repeat, taking a step back and shrugging your shoulders, "I like it; better than calling them 'Baby' all the time." A frown stretches across your lips, turning your head to look at the preparation he had already done. He really was trying to make this Valentine's Day special for both of you. "You know, I think we could still salvage this," you tell him, swinging your head back around to look at him.
He lifts his brows. "We can?"
You crane your head to look around him. "Maybe even that, too," you add, pointing to the pan.
"Uh, no," he shakes his head, "that is not possible." He nudges the pot back with his elbow. "I wouldn't even feed that to my worst enemy."
You wink and quickly kiss him on the cheek. "We'll see about that, baby."
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𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | masterlist
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
Summary: Drinking with Spencer turns out to be more eventful than you thought.
— warnings: fluff, alcohol
You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol that’s making you feel warm and gooey, or the fact that Spencer’s hand hasn’t left your thigh since he slumped next to you on the sofa.
He’s drunk, that’s for sure. You both are. It’s been a rough day — for him more than you. It’s been a day so bad that when Spencer had come back to your apartment, mopey and dull, you’d taken the tequila out of your fridge and offered him a shot.
And another. And another.
“Do you think I’ll ever manage to save up and get my own apartment?” Spencer grumbles from next to you, his fingers trailing shapes on the skin of your thigh, his head lulling tiredly against your chest.
“One day,” you answer honestly, your heart pitter-pattering in your chest as Spencer hums. He’s so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you take the chance to snuggle closer, your leg brushing against his. “But I don’t want you to.”
“Why not?”
You bite your lip, focusing on the half-empty bottle of tequila as you speak. “I don’t know. I guess I’d miss you, Spence,” you mumble, your skin exploding with goosebumps as his fingers run up and down your skin. “Besides, it’s much safer with a literal member of the FBI living with me.”
Spencer snorts, the frame of his glasses rubbing uncomfortably against your shoulder, but you don’t comment on it. You’re afraid that if you do, he’ll move away, and that’s the last thing you want. No, you like Spencer being close to you, because it makes you feel good and warm and gooey.
“I failed my firearms qualification,” he mopes, sighing as you smooth his hair down gently in an attempt to reassure him. The touch makes his cheeks flush a wild red, and he hopes you don’t notice — and, if you do notice, he hopes that you think it’s because of the alcohol. “It’s hardly any safer with me around.”
“You’ll pass next time,” you offer, shooting him a gentle smile, and you try to ignore the way that your heart twists when his hazel eyes bore into yours. “I believe in you.”
“I’ve never failed at anything before,” Spencer slurs out, the dragging motion of his fingers stilling, his open palm resting on your thigh. There’s something intimate about the way he’s touching you and the fact that you’re allowing him. “It’s embarrassing.”
You grin, trying to ignore the way Spencer’s pitiful whining makes you yearn for him even more. “There’s a first time for everything, Spence,” you say, watching as his tongue comes out to wet his pink, plush lips, trying to ignore the way your stomach pools with warmth as he does so. “C’mon. Let’s stop the moping, and let’s celebrate instead.”
“Celebrate what?”
“Your first failure.”
Spencer tries to ignore the way his heart races in his chest when you lean in towards him, your hands planted on either side of his face when you speak. His senses are so dulled, and he’s not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the fact that he’s obsessed with how good you smell. He assumes it’s the Cantu coconut curling cream that you use — he’s smelt it on you many times before, but tonight, it’s making you insatiable and it’s making him dangerously unfocused.
And you’re thinking the exact same thing, because in your drunken state, the cologne he’s wearing seems to have become much more delicious. Spencer smells so good that it drives you crazy, and you beam at him sheepishly as he takes the shot you offer him, his face contorting into a grimace as he swallows the bitter liquid.
“Did you really mean it?” He asks, his hands now cupping your cheeks, his breath fanning against your face, flooding you with the smell of tequila. “When you said you’d miss me if I left?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you, Spence. You know that.” You shoot him a smile, your face flooding with warmth as his thumb grazes over your lips. “Besides, you’d be able to tell.”
Spencer grins, sheepishly, his cheeks flushing a pastel pink as he gazes at you. “I’m going to ask you something and I need for you to tell me the truth.”
“Okay. Ask.”
His brows knit together, his tongue coming out to wet his lips again, and you curse yourself for getting so distracted by how adorable he looks. Spencer is so fixated on you that he doesn’t even realising how teasing he is, how being this close to you is only amplifying your attraction to him.
“Do you — do you like me?” He finally manages to stammer out, his ears flushing a twinge of pink as he speaks. “As in, like-like me? Because I think that I like-like you.”
You blink at him, drunken and confused, trying to piece together the words in your head. What they mean. And you’re pretty sure that you know — he couldn’t have been more obvious, but your heart is racing in your chest nonetheless because, holy shit, did Spencer Reid just confess he had a crush on you?
“I do,” you whisper, and Spencer’s grin widens, his entire face now a beet red. You’ve never seen him like this, so flustered and so intense. “I like-like you, Spencer.”
“Good. Because I feel more for you than a like-like, and it would have been really awkward if you said you didn’t feel the same just then.”
You didn’t think you’d confess to Spencer. Ever. And, now that you have, you’ve no idea what to do, blinking confusedly as the alcohol pulses through your bloodstream. Your body is warm and Spencer’s hands are insatiably hot as they press against your face, his close proximity clouding your thoughts. “Spencer,” you whisper, your eyes boring into his, your stomach tight with nerves as he gazes at you with pure, drunken adoration, “can I kiss you?”
“Please,” he breathes, his nose smudging against yours as you press your face to his, your lips intertwining, goosebumps prickling up and down your skin as he kisses you back, with the same feverish intensity.
When you finally pull away, you feel hot, like an inferno. Your skin blazes wildly, and your eyes scan Spencer’s, whose so fixated on you that it makes you flush even hotter. Spencer’s lips are painted red, smudged with your lipstick, and you laugh, your thumb wiping away the mark that you left behind.
Spencer hesitates, his eyes scanning yours before he stutters out, “can you do that again? Please?”
You giggle, nodding your head. “I’ll do anything for you, Spence,” you say honestly, brushing the hair from his eyes as you lean in again, your stomach fluttering with butterflies as you kiss him, softly, your lips moulding with his.
You’re unsure of how you’re going to get any sleep tonight, because Spencer’s mouth on yours is more god-damn intoxicating than the alcohol you drank to get yourself in this position.
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jude bellingham x reader
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summary: just a little blurb about congratulating jude <3
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your eyelids were heavy with sleep and your ears were still ringing as you rested your head on the pillow facing jude. the pure adoration in his eyes as he looked at you melted your heart.
neither of you dared to break eye contact or the content silence that had washed over you, the crowded and busy evening had both you and jude slightly on edge and the moment of calm was perfect.
you raised a hand to rest on judes cheek, thumb gently stroking under his eye as they fluttered shut and jude let out a content sigh. "thank you" he whispered, breaking the comforting silence as he opened his eyes to look at you. "what for?"
"everything. for being by my side through every win and loss and still being equally as proud. for moving thousands of miles away from home to support me. for putting your own dreams on pause to let me follow mine. i don't think you know how much i appreciate the sacrifices you've made for me. i don't tell you enough how much it means to me. i don't know where i'd be without you. i love you more than anything angel"
you couldn't stop the tears from pooling in the corners of your eyes. "jude. i don't even know what to say" you sniffed, a slight pout forming on your face. "you don't have to say anything baby. just know how much i adore you"
"i hate you sometimes. you say all these cute romantic things and i can never top them" you pouted and the soft laugh that jude let out melted your heart. "always. just wait till our wedding vows. s'pose i'll have to let you go first"
"bit rude" you mumbled, playfully pinching his cheek before pulling him in for a kiss. his lips soft as they moved against yours perfectly. you pulled back, nudging your nose against his before pressing your foreheads together. "i don't know where i'd be without you either" you whispered, staring into his eyes with all the love and adoration in the world. "probably in debt with your shopping addiction" he teased, tickling at the bare skin at the side of your stomach.
you groaned, nestling your head into the crook of his neck. "d'ya wanna go to sleep now" he muttered, his lips brushing against your forehead as he placed a gentle kiss there. you only nodded, the heat radiating from judes bare chest and the way his fingers traced small shapes against your skin lulling you to sleep.
"was thinking we could go out tomorrow? we don't have to be back home for another few days" you grinned at his idea "can we get one of those locks and put it on that bridge?"
"anything you want love" he flicked off the lamps, wrapping his arms tightly around you. his eyes shut, and sleep began to take over his body.
"jude"
"yeah?"
"i love you too"
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