#LFC fanfic
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give me all of your love (something to dream about)
Player: Darwin Núñez, Virgil van Dijk
Words: 2887
Warnings: Smut from the first paragraph, guided masturbation/thigh riding, praise kink, slight dirty talk, masturbation (m), semi-public sex, voyeurism, kinda threesome?, cuckolding (I think?), discussing sexual fantasies, multiple orgasms (f), unprotected sex
(basically everything but the kitchen sink jesus what did I do?)
A/N: Uhm, okay. So. A couple of weeks ago @kostasstsimikass got this ask and the image would not leave me alone. So enjoy the result of what happens when my filthy brain runs for the hills, clutching an idea 🙈 and to think I wrote this in a day and on a Sunday at that
Ivy, I love you, this would not exist without you. Happy new year! What better way to start 2023 than with nearly 3k of filth? 😅
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You know you would be taking a risk when Darwin dragged you into the dressing room of the AXA. You’re pretty sure anyone walking into the dressing room will know what’s going on purely based on the trail of discarded clothing. As your back collides with the wall of the shower, Darwin looks at you, seemingly searching your face for any sign you are not as into this as him. You nod, wrapping an arm around his neck, fingers sliding into the hair at the nape. Darwin smiles that cheeky smile of his –the one that always sets your body alight– as he dives down to kiss you. He kisses you with a hunger that leaves you breathless, lips slanted over yours, tongue exploring your mouth. You feel his fingers digging into you as he pulls you flush against him. A breathless moan escapes your throat when you feel him harden against you. You rock your hips against him without being fully aware of what your body is doing, clenching your thighs shut, as you feel your arousal soaking your underwear.
“We could get caught, amor,” Darwin whispers in your ear, kissing the skin behind it. You let your head fall back with a gasp, feeling yourself clench around nothing at the idea.
“Somehow I get the feeling you wouldn’t mind,” he continues. You hear the grin in his voice and if your eyes had been open you would have seen a twinkle in his. Instead of answering, you grind against him, desperately seeking something to alleviate the ache between your legs. Bless your boyfriend, truly. He’s such an expert at reading you, knowing just what you need and when you need it.
Darwin slides his thigh between yours, pulling you down onto him. The contact of his bare thigh with your still covered pussy makes you moan as he presses against your already swollen clit.
“Darwin…” you sigh as he drags you across his thigh, giving you the friction you so desperately crave.
“What would you do if someone walked into the showers right now? Seeing you making a mess on my thigh?” he murmurs in your ear. He pulls your underwear to the side, pressing you down more firmly against him. Heat spreads throughout your body, starting in the pit of your stomach until it feels like your skin is on fire. Too focussed on chasing your orgasm, your brain incapable of forming coherent sentences, you let out a needy whine as you rut against him.
“Would you like him to watch you as I take you against this wall? Or would you want him to join us?” Darwin says, kissing the column of your neck. The images he paints leave you panting, adding to your arousal. They were all filthy ideas, but there was one idea –one image– that you don’t dare to share out loud, fearing his reaction.
“My filthy girl, I can feel how wet you got just thinking about it. Tell me, what would you like to do if someone walked in?” His teeth scrape over your collarbone and you buck against him. You’re close, so fucking close, as he tenses the muscles in his thigh, giving you the pressure against your clit that you need.
“I’d let him fuck me while you watch me take his cock,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. You feel him groan against your skin where his lips are pressed against your shoulder.
“Fuck, princess..”
Him letting you have that fantasy, enjoying that fantasy that you have thought about so many times alone in bed at night with your favourite toy buried between your legs, is enough to send you flying over the edge. Your body tenses, muscles in your legs trembling, as your orgasm rolls over you like waves cresting the beach. You moaning Darwin’s name is the only thing that leaves your mouth as you fall, knowing he’s there to catch you as you do.
“Jesus,” you hear someone whisper, someone who’s very much not your boyfriend. Your eyes snap open, and you see the one person that always makes an appearance in your fantasies in the doorway of the showers. Your first instinct is to hide your body from view, trying to save what little dignity you have left. But seeing Virgil standing there in nothing more than black briefs that leave very little to the imagination, with a towel slung over his shoulder, has you clenching your thighs shut, momentarily forgetting Darwin still has his between your legs.
“Oh, you’ve been holding out on me hermosa,” Darwin says with a chuckle, quickly putting one and one together. “It’s him, isn’t it? It wasn’t just anyone in your fantasies,” he adds, turning his head to look at his teammate. You close your eyes, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you nod.
“And to think you haven’t even seen his cock, amor. Do you want him to join?”
Darwin’s comment leaves you breathless, and you nod again.
“I need you to tell me, princess. Tell me what you want Virgil to do to you,” Darwin says, pressing kisses against your neck as his hand wraps around your ribcage.
Somehow him asking you to spell it out for him while Virgil is very much there and will hear you reveal that seemingly depraved part of your mind is both terrifying and a turn on all at once.
“Darwin,” you whine, moving your body out of sight.
“Do you trust me, hermosa?” Darwin asks you, voice just loud enough for you to hear. You nod yet again, because yes of course you do. “You’re safe. Virgil won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I won’t do anything you don’t want to. This is about you, amor. Want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, and you feel your body relax against the shower tiles. Darwin moves to look at you, silently checking in, before he takes the smallest step back and thus exposing your mostly-naked body to Virgil. Your eyes lock with the Dutch centre-back. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, eyes raking over your body and you feel high on the attention.
“I want Virgil to fuck me against the wall while you watch me take his cock,” you tell Darwin while you remain eye contact with Virgil. You sound a lot braver than you feel; your stomach is in knots and your heart is hammering in your chest. Virgil swallows hard, but stays rooted to the spot in the door opening of the showers. Darwin nudges against your neck with his nose, encouraging you to take the first step. You hold out your hand, moaning as Darwin moves his kisses from your neck to your chest, flicking his tongue over your nipple.
You feel Virgil take your hand, pressing his body against your side. His lips brush against your temple.
“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” you sigh, feeling two sets of hands coast the curves of your body.
“If that changes, tell me and I’ll stop. Do you have a safeword?” Virgil murmurs, fingers dancing over your ribs.
“Teacup,” you reply softly, basking in the continuous kisses and fingers caressing your skin. You feel Virgil’s chuckle reverberate in his chest. You were known for your love of tea around the training facility so it had made sense to use the word when you first discussed it with Darwin.
“Alright sweetheart, last question before we get started. Do you want me to wear protection?” Virgil asks, hand moving lower and squeezing the top of your thigh. You hear Darwin moan oh so prettily at the implication of that question, grinding his still covered erection against the outside of your thigh. You look at him, needing his approval in this decision.
“You’re in charge amor, I’m good with whatever you decide,” he says, giving you a chaste kiss.
“I’m on birth control and we’re both clean. Unless you want to, you don’t have to,” you all but whisper. Virgil swears under his breath and gives your thigh another squeeze while Darwin squeezes your hip, leaving open mouthed kisses along your shoulder. You let out a needy moan when Darwin drags two long fingers through your folds, dipping into you just enough for you to feel the stretch.
“So wet for us, amor,” he whispers in your ear, adding a third finger. You keen at the feeling, head thrown back as you ride his fingers. He leaves you whimpering when he pulls them back, bringing them up to his lips as he sucks them clean. Darwin’s eyes twinkle as he tastes you and the sight leaves you breathless. You feel Virgil tug on the elastic of your underwear and you nod, giving him permission to undress you fully. Virgil runs his nose against your jaw, taking up the space Darwin had created for the two of you. His hands move down to the back of your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and allow Virgil to lift you up. The tip of his cock nudges against you and as you look down, you help guide him inside. Both of you curse at the feeling of him slowly filling you. Even though you had taken three of Darwin’s fingers with relative ease, Virgil is so much thicker and longer than you had anticipated.
“So beautiful, amor,” Darwin whispers in your ear, watching as Virgil bottoms out. You feel your skin heat up at his praise and let out a keening noise when Virgil fills you completely. It’s almost overwhelming, the feeling of Vigil’s fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his cock hard and pulsing inside of you, Darwin’s murmured praise; it feels like you could combust at any moment.
“Please,” you beg, whimpering when Virgil tightens his grip on you.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” Virgil asks into the skin between neck and shoulder, pressing gentle kisses as he allows you to get used to him.
“Need you to move.. Virg, please… Need you to fuck me..” you mumble, clawing at his back. You hear both men chuckle at your neediness, but Virgil complies with your request. He pulls back slowly before rolling his hips forward. Your head rests back against the wall as you look down.
“Harder,” you whisper, meeting his eyes. Virgil’s lips curl up in that trademark smirk that has your cunt clenching around him in anticipation. He buries his face in your neck as hips snap against yours. He keeps the same languid pace, but every thrust feels harder and deeper than before, filling you completely. The feeling has your eyes fluttering closed, teeth biting down into your bottom lip. You can hear how wet you are with each of his thrusts. It’s a filthy sound, echoing off of the shower walls. You rest your head on Virgil’s shoulder, turning your face when you hear Darwin moan. When you manage to open your eyes you see your boyfriend leaning against the wall in the corner. He’s still close enough that if you were to reach out the hand currently buried in Virgil’s hair, you could touch him. But right now you enjoy watching him too much. Darwin has one hand wrapped around his weeping cock, dragging it down slowly as his eyes are focussed on the way Virgil is taking you against the wall. It lights a fuse low in your stomach, watching him fuck his fist. The image has you drunk on power, knowing you’re the one doing this to him.
“He’s so big, babe,” you say, your eyes still on Darwin, “so full.. Fuck.” Virgil chuckles as he tilts your hips ever so slightly, hitting that spot deep inside. Darwin lets out a low groan at both your words and the sight before him, and picks up the pace.
“Yes, Virg. Right there. Don’t stop. Just like that…” you ramble, tightening your grip on his shoulder. Virgil is more than happy to oblige and keeps hitting the same spot again and again. You move your legs ever so slightly, allowing him to penetrate even deeper and the sensation has you crying out. You hear Darwin praising you; telling you how much he loves you, how good you look wrapped around his teammate’s cock, how well you’re taking Virgil. Every single word goes straight to your cunt and you’re clenching around him as you feel your orgasm building.
“That’s it sweetheart, come on my cock for us. Such a pretty girl,” Virgil murmurs against your skin, teeth scraping over your collarbone and something just snaps. Your back arches and you feel yourself clench around him in spasms as your orgasm wrecks through you, every muscle trembling as you moan and whine and sob.
A sound from your left pulls you back to earth. Darwin lets out a string of curses in Spanish and you watch as he paints his stomach and chest with ropes of cum before collapsing against the wall. The sight has you moaning and you sneak a hand down to rub your clit in tight little circles with Virgil still buried deep inside of you as you climax all over his cock for a second time, panting and whimpering. You hear Virgil grunt and feel his cock get even harder. He snaps his hips once, twice before following you over the edge. You can feel him throb and pulse inside of you as he fills you with his cum, making you gasp, loving the feeling of being filled that way.
Although your third orgasm is shorter and less intense than the previous one, it leaves you absolutely spent and boneless, your heart trying to escape the confines of your chest.
Virgil carefully pulls out of you, gently lowering you to stand on your own feet. You feel your cheeks heat up as his cum drips down your thighs. It feels both sinful and empowering at the same time. You swallow hard, eyes still unfocussed, as you come down from your high. Darwin immediately wraps you in his arms, holding you up. Virgil turns the shower on and you let both men clean you up while they whisper sweet nothings into your hair and skin.
Your muscles have turned to jelly and you can barely form a coherent thought. As you burrow your face in Darwin’s neck, you feel your nose start to prickle with tears. Your brain is finally catching up with your body, processing what just happened. You try to swallow the sob that’s threatening to come out as the first tears roll down your cheek.
“Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Virgil asks, worry evident in his voice. You shake your head, not able to reply to him.
“It sometimes happens when she has an intense orgasm, or climaxes several times in a short period of time. Is that what’s happening, princess?” Darwin says. You nod, taking deep breaths.
“What can I do?” Virgil offers.
“Just hold me,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper. You let Darwin manoeuvre you so both men can hug you at the same time. The weight of both of them against you calms you down and you feel like you’re slowly regaining control over your body and mind.
It could have been minutes or an hour, you truly have no idea how long they’ve been cuddling you standing underneath the hot water. You blink a couple of times and let out a big sigh.
“There you are,” Darwin says, a gentle smile on his face. You smile back at him and move to turn the water off.
“Thank you,” you say, looking at both of them. Virgil kisses your cheek as a reply and lets go of you.
“Let’s get dried off before Milly fines us for hogging the shower,” he says with a laugh, bending down to pick up his discarded towel and underwear. He offers you the former and you let Darwin wrap it around you. The three of you walk out of the shower and into the now empty dressing room. You let Darwin dry you off before you put your staff tracksuit back on. Virgil opens the door and checks to see if there’s anyone outside.
“Coast is clear,” he calls back. You both follow him out and walk towards your office and exit. You thank your lucky stars you don’t bump into any of the other players or your colleagues and refuse to think about having to face them tomorrow. Virgil pulls Darwin in for a hug and gives you a final kiss on the cheek before saying his goodbyes. Darwin leans against the doorway as you get your things.
“Let’s go home and nap on the couch,” he says while you lock up. You nod with a smile, feeling the exhaustion take over now the adrenaline is wearing off.
“Thank you, for everything,” you say as Darwin climbs behind the wheel.
“Always, amor. I love you,” he replied, taking your hand, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. “Sleep,” he adds when he sees how you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, “I’ll wake you when we’re home.” You nod and your body relaxes into the leather seat with a content sigh as you feel the roar of the engine lull you to sleep.
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i'm plugging a fanfic that i think deserves some love!! go read, kudos, and comment if u can!! it's pwp so if ur not into smut pls continue scrolling:
it's a trent/robbo fic which hold a v special place in my heart🫶🏼
written by the lovely @immortaltale
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girlfriend, or girl that's a friend? - trent alexander arnold
summary: y/n is klopps duaghter and is in a cheeky relationship with mr arnold
liked by virgilvandijk, taylorhinds, maryearps, and 35, 928 others
ynusername i bleed red
trentarnold66 I think everyone bleeds red, love
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ynusername can you tie the other one for me
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user17320 my honest reaction to THAT photo of trent...
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ynusername guys trust I was as shocked as u
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liverpoolfc From the archive... Our 2019/2020 Prem win 🤩
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ynusername atp my phone is harvey's phone too.
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put in reqs! i'm working on 'say something pt4' so stay tunned. lmk if you liked this!
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loved the recent trent fic!! you write so well 🤩 would love more trent works w any trope or theme! take this as a formal request :)
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pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader
summary: trent's attempts at making moves on the new media intern keep failing, and he has no idea why, until he enlists his teammates help
warnings: none - just two idiots and miscommunication
w/c: 2.7k
a/n: thank u sm for the req anon!! hope u enjoy this <33 i feel like i say this with half the stuff i write but istg i did not expect this being this long ... i just love trent sm writing for him seems so easy 😭
Trent felt like he was losing his mind, and it was all your fault.
Of course, he wouldn’t dare say that to your face, because in reality it wasn’t really your fault - he just wanted something else other than the possibility of you not liking him back to blame for why none of his moves seemed to be getting through to you.
It wasn’t your fault that you had shown up for your first day as a media intern, lanyard pass hanging from your neck, in an outfit so cute he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him when you introduced yourself. It wasn’t your fault either that his hand had trembled when he stretched it out to shake yours. And it definitely wasn’t your fault that, on this first day alone, he had missed 7 whole passes just because his eyes seemed to keep drifting to where you were watching from the sidelines.
He couldn’t blame any of these things, nor the flurry of butterflies that rendered him speechless everytime he caught eye of you, on any fault of your own. But surely, after almost two weeks of unsuccessful attempts to garner your affection, there had to be something other than his own incompetence at play.
First, there had been the training session a couple of days after your first, where he had finally worked up the courage to ask you for your number. Wiping his clammy palms on the back of his shorts, he had tried his best to walk up to you in as casual a way as possible - the last thing he wanted to do was creep you out before you even got to know each other. You had been in the middle of packing away some of the camera equipment you were borrowing, to which he offered to help. An offer you gratefully took up with a smile so charming he had to hold back from telling you he’d do anything you asked him right there and then.
“Hey, you know, I was sort of wondering if,” he sucked in a quick breath of air to calm his nerves, and stop himself from rambling like an idiot, “if I could get your number? You know, in case you wanted to know your way around or if I have any questions about the media plans?”
He attempted to flash his signature smile in order to conceal how nervous he was, and also how horrible both his excuses for needing your number were. Somehow he had decided it would be better to frame it as a casual, business-related request, to minimise the chances of rejection. But it seemed this wouldn’t be enough.
“Oh, well I’ve already been shown around already and if you have any questions you can always contact the main media department! Here, I’ll jot down their number and email for you.” You shot him a warm smile as you bent down to pull a pen and notepad out of your back pocket, whilst Trent just stood there, frozen.
Sure he had left practice with a number but it wasn’t your number, and almost immediately he started coming up with a list of reasons why. Maybe you were trying to be nice, or thought he actually needed help. Maybe he had come on too strongly and scared you off, or perhaps you were already in a relationship. Or maybe, just maybe, you really were uninterested in him and were trying your best to let him down gently. The last was the most painful to accept, but somehow it was the one his mind kept circling back to.
Then, a couple days later, he had somehow managed to rebuild his confidence enough to decide to try to get to know you gradually, naturally, through conversation. Which was what he was attempting to do the entire time the team had been setting up for a photoshoot showing off the new kit with the help of the media crew, and of course, yourself.
But once again, it seemed like luck was not on his side, because every time he tried to talk to you he would get swept away for a makeup check or outfit change or to be asked for his opinion on the damn lighting. All of this he could really care less about, but knowing you were watching on forced a smile on his face as he tried his best to get through all these tedious formalities as quickly as possible, so that he could get to you.
Before he could though, he found himself sat in front of a camera, next to Dominik, trying his best to maintain his composure as he watched you fiddle around behind it. You were trying your best to be helpful, picking things up off the ground and rushing here and there trying not to geek out over actuall getting to witness a photoshoot in real time. It was almost too endearing for Trent to watch, evidenced by the almost goofy looking smile plastered across his face.
“Yes, exactly like that Trent!” he heard the photographer call out, followed by a blinding flash of white light as he took his picture. You looked up at this of course, scurrying over to where he was, and Trent could almost hear his heart beat rising just knowing your eyes were on him. That was all he needed for another swell of confidence to hit him.
“How do I look?” he called out, making sure to look directly at you so that his intentions couldn’t be misconstrued again. This seemed to catch you off guard though, as he watched your eyes shoot open in surprise, stuttering a little before he heard your response.
“You look really good,” you said, and Trent’s smile only grew wider. That was of course, until you continued, “I think the new kit looks great on you guys!” Of course.
From beside him he felt Dominik nudge his side, already sensing his teasing intensions. “Yeah, she said ‘you guys’ so don’t get too cocky now,” his teammate laughed, and Trent only shrugged off his mocking. Instead, he was more focused on you and how earnestly your tone had been that he couldn’t even find it in him to get frustrated with you for not taking his hints. That’s all he seemed to be able to do though, watch you, in the least creepy way possible - an awkward, slightly confused, smile on your face, clearly not understanding what his teammate had said.
And this sort of scenario would only repeat numerous times over the next two weeks - Trent trying his absolute hardest to drop the most obvious hints at your feet only for you to look at them with that adorable gaze and walk off without entertaining them. He had lost count of how many times he had offered to carry your bags or equipment to which you had only responded with something along the lines of “Thanks, but I’ve got it!”, cheery as ever. He had even brought you coffee one morning, which you had accepted gratefully - and when taking it from him the graze of your fingers across his was enough to make him flustered. However, you clearly hadn’t noticed that he had written his own number on the napkin wrapped around it, which he watched you crumple up and toss away without a second glance.
Small talk was far from his strong point but he had tried time and time again to start up conversations with you, which offered him some peek into your persona, but never enough before he was interrupted by the coach yelling at him to get back to practice or a teammate, clueless to his mission. Even so, if it weren’t for these tiny interactions with you he might’ve given up by now, but each one, drip-fed to him like a tired hamster running on a wheel, only made him more desperate to get closer to you. But he was just about to lose it.
After yet another practice session, which proved that he was getting slightly better at passing whilst under your watch, but not any better at talking to you, he had trudged his way into the lockeroom.
“It’s no use!” he sighed, slumping down on the nearest bench as if his frustration was taking a physical toll on him.
“Oh cheer up Trent,” Robertson chided as swung an arm around the right-back’s shoulder, “I’m sure some day you’ll be able to match my pace.”
“Lay off him Robbo,” Dominik laughed from the other side of the lockeroom, “it’s clearly not that. He’s been trying to get with that new media intern but they keep dodging all his passes.”
“Funny football pun,” Virgil chimed in, clearly amused by this mention of gossip.
“Oh you can’t be serious,” Robertson said, turning to Trent, “That’s what you’ve been doing? I was wondering what had gotten into you when you kept trying to talk to them and offering to hold all their stuff.”
“Look, even you lot have noticed it! So either they’re ignoring all my hints or they’re just straight up disinterested.” Trent huffed, unaware of his teammates looking on with slightly amused pity.
“I don’t think it’s either of thoes Trent,” Virgil hummed, “I mean, have you actually told them you’re interested in them? Directly, without trying to be vague or suave or anything.”
A beat of silence aside from the whirring of the cogs in Trent’s mind.
“... No.”
“Sounds to me like you just need to get them alone so that they’ll actually hear you out once you do tell them directly. Seems like you need some help from ol’ Robbo hey?” Robertson gestured to himself, smiling goofily.
“Yeah because you’re such the lady killer,” Dominik snickered, ignoring his teammate’s offended scoff before adding “Don’t worry Trent, we’ll all pitch in, it won’t just be Robbo.”
“Thanks guys,” Trent sighed, too tired to question whether he was making the right decision or not.
Although maybe it would’ve been worth rethinking his decision to let his teammates ‘help him out’ for a little longer. Because now, as he stood alone in one of the meeting rooms in the club building, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a bad choice. For the past five minutes he had been pacing anxiously up and down the length of the room, nothing but the hum of the ventilator and a few chairs laying askew to keep him company.
Honestly, he had had a bad feeling about this ever since Robertson had told him to wait in the meeting room after practice, without any further explanation. Ever since their talk the previous day he had been revising the words he was going to tell you, as directly and clearly as possible to make sure that he didn’t mess up what he saw as his last shot. His adrenaline was still pumping high from the training session, and he really should’ve showered before coming here because now the paranoia of smelling bad was just another addition to his endless list of concerns.
Suddenly though, he heard the creak of a door behind him. Whipping his head around he locked eyes with you as you slowly creeped out from behind it, somehow looking more lost and confused than he was.
“Hi,” he heard himself croak out, feeling all the words he had prepared hitch awkwardly in his throat.
“Hey,” you responded, voice charming as ever as you walked over to where he stood - face showing a slightly embarrassed expression at having caught him in the middle of what seemed like an awkward solo pacing session. “Robertson told me I was supposed to come to the meeting room, I’m not in trouble or anything am I?”
Trent made a mental note to tell Robbo off later solely for having made you worry, but that would soon be lost under the sweeping realisation that the two of you were alone. Albeit, in one of the least romantic places possible, but alone nonetheless.
“Oh- Well-” this realisation had only seemed to turn him into a babbling idiot. “It’s not that- You’re not in trouble, don’t worry. He probably only told you that because I wanted to talk to you.”
The sigh of relief you had been letting out was cut short as your eyes flicked back up to him, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Oh? What about?”
He swallowed hard, this was it. With fists clenched he sucked in a quick, but deep breath, trying not to let the fact that you were standing mere steps away looking so effortlessly adorable, distract him.
“I was wondering if-” he could hear his internal voice cheering him on - C’mon mate.
“-maybe you wanted to-” Spit it out.
“- go get a coffee sometime?” Not exactly, but good enough
“A coffee?” you perked up at this, and your smile alone was enough to relieve the nerves that had been building in his chest ever since you had entered the room, “I’d love to!”
Oh thank f-
“I mean, that sounds like a great idea for team bonding! We could invite all the guys and then the media team could get some great shots out of it and-”
Relief truly is short lived.
“No- like just us. Like, as a date.”
Both of you seemed to be shocked when Trent said this. You, for obvious reasons, stood there, mouth slightly agape with your eyes widened. Trent, on the other hand, was surprised at how quickly and firmly he had said it, but considering that it was the accumulation of over two weeks of frustration, he wasn’t that surprised. Instead, he just watched you silently piece everything that he had done over these two weeks together. The smiles, the small talk, the coffee. All of these had been more than just friendly gestures, even if it had taken you this long to figure it out.
“Like, as a date,” you echoed his words quietly, in disbelief almost, and he could only nod shakily in confirmation. “I’d love to.”
Trent felt his heart swell, threatening to burst out of his chest, upon finally hearing your sweet response to the question that had been on the tip of his tongue ever since laying eyes on you. And he made this as evident as possible, letting out a loud sigh as all the nerves and stress that had been building up, finally left him, and were replaced by a much more pleasant feeling.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he said through thankful laughter, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re, like, really oblivious?”
“I may have heard that once, or twice,” you admitted sheepishly, unable to hold back from sharing his laughter. Suddenly though, a buzzing from your pocket cut through the moment, causing you to whip out your phone and scan it quickly.
“Uh, damn, it’s getting late, I should go.” You were already spinning to head out the door, before you were stopped.
“Wait!” Trent made his way over to you quickly, almost desperate in his movements not to let this last chance slip away once he had finally made something of it, “Do you think I could have your number? You know, to text you the details for coffee.”
“Oh! Of course,” you laughed at your own stupidity for not realising this sooner, quickly pulling out the same notepad you had used almost two weeks ago, only this time using it to jot down your own number. As you handed it to him, your fingers lingered in his palm for a second, barely noticeable but enough to send a signal to him, one that said you felt the same, and had been for the past two weeks despite your inability to express this.
You headed for the door, waving him a goodbye before shooting him a quick, playful smile. “See you, Trent!” you called out before disappearing down the hallway.
Trent just stood there, slightly in shock, but more so in a haze of elation, an almost embarrassingly wide smile finding itself across his face. To think the tiny slip of paper he was holding was the result of over two weeks of continuous, frustratingly tedious effort, much of it failing, was sort of embarrassing. But, thinking about this only made him cherish it all the more, as he held it close to his chest, smiling to himself.
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Captain-Dominik Szoboszlai
Pairings: Dominik Szoboszlai x fem!reader
Warnings: +18 content(smut), explicit language
Summary: Attending the game in which your boyfriend captains his national team takes an interesting turn
Note: I just couldn’t get this idea of him out of my head🫣
Even if this was just a friendly game against Türkiye, Dominik still wanted his girlfriend to attend. He wanted to make her proud. They have been dating for a couple of months, the relationship still fresh, but the chemistry was something none of them had ever experienced. That’s how Y/n found herself at Puskás Arena on a Friday night with Dominik’s jersey on.
It was moments before the Hungarian players needed to be on the pitch to warm up for the game, as you were seated with the other wives and girlfriends attending the game. They were discussing about clothes, jewellery and how excited they were for the game to start before you receive a text from your boyfriend.
Dominik: come in the locker room, I need you!
You wonder if everything is okay with him as you excused yourself from the group and went on to look around the stadium for Dominik. Reaching the locker room, you push the big doors, surprised to find him all alone. His kit was on, together with the captain’s armband, which made him even hotter.
“Shouldn’t you be warming up?”you approach him, settling yourself between his legs while his arms embrace your hips.
“I should” he smirks, checking you out. The skirt you’re wearing come right before your knees and the black leather boots embracing your legs, made you look like a goddess. Looking up to see his jersey hugging your body so perfectly, his smile widened even more “but I had to see you before”.
“You’re so handsome” you mutter, while arranging a string of hair which fell on his forehead.
“My captain” those words awake something in him and he hooks his big hands around your thighs drawing you closer to him, until you’re sitting onto his lap. His and your lips are now mere inches apart, Dominik finally closing that distance, with a passionate kiss, moaning softly. Both of you get even more excited, one kiss turning into a heated make out session. Dominik’s hands traveled all over your silky smooth skin, from your waist, down to your thighs caressing it gently but firmly.
“Strip” he tells you without any hesitation. All flustered and turned on by his actions you look deeply at him with doe eyes “What?”.
“You heard me, strip!”
“Dominik, the game is about to start and someone could come…” he interrupts you with a sloppy kiss, gently pulling on your lower lip to which you can only let out a moan of pleasure.
“Is not like that stopped you before”
“But” you try to argue with his but also very tempting idea but he doesn’t buy any of it.
“Be a good girl and listen to your captain, otherwise I’ll have to bend you over that table and make sure you behave baby” his words hit you like a bus. Dominik seems very calm about the whole situation meanwhile you’re barely holding on.
The shirt and skirt you’re wearing are long forgotten on the floor, while Dominik tries to unclasp the bright red, lacy bra “You’re going to kill me with his baba” he starts planting kisses on your neck, going lower and lower, to the valley of your breasts, not forgetting to nibble and mark every inch of skin on your chest. “Dominik, Domi please” you whimpers in his ear, getting even louder than before.
“What do you want?” He asks straight away, his lips barely leaving your body.
“I want you baby, please”
“And where do you want me?” He asks with a cheeky grin on his face.
“I want you inside me”
Hearing your words, Dominik lifts you up just like a feather and places you on the table in the centre of the locker room.
“All you had to do was ask szívem(my heart)”
Dominik rips up the lacy red panties you had on which were matching the bra.
“Dominik, I liked those!”
“Don’t worry baby I’m going to buy you more” he says thrusting into you.
“Domi!”you leave out a sigh of pleasure which sounded more like a scream, as your walls were drawing him in more and more, squeezing his already hard cock.
“Arch your back for me pretty girl” you do as you’re asked, feeling him go deeper and rougher.
“Can you feel me here baby?” Dominik asks, tracing your lower stomach, feeling the tip of his cock pushing harder into you. You were getting lost in the pleasure that your beloved boyfriend was giving to you while he was just as fascinated by your body and the sounds youmade as you were by him.
“Yes baby, yes!” You let out broken sobs as Dominik was brushing wet kisses over your body. He grabs your chin and he smashes his lips with yours whilst thrusting roughly into your aching core. Dominik was nibbling on your skin while your walls were clenching around him drawing you closer and closer to your climax.
“Dominik I’m close baby please”
“I know baby, I got you, I’m close too”
With every move inside you, he was bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm untill you both reach your high, your uneven breaths echoing trough the empty room.
“Fuck that was good” you smile, kissing him.
“Never disobey your captain’s order” he smirks, kissing you again. Dominik helps you get off the table and as you both get dressed you pick what’s left of your underwear off the ground
“How am I supposed to go without these now?”
“Just as you came here, plus it’s easy access for my reward after I score tonight” he winks and you roll over your eyes.
He laughs as he takes the pair of tore up panties from your hands and puts it in his locker.
Hope you enjoyed it!🫶🏻
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Original Ask: whenever you can would you be willing to write a piece about dominik and the reader being in the shy honeymoon stage of their relationship 🩷🩷🩷
Word Count: 1040 words
(author's note: my first dominik request !! i hope you enjoy it, my lovelies 🩷 i'm so sorry if you feel it doesn't match your ask, i've been so uninspired lately so i hope this makes up for my absence !!)
Anyone who looked at Dominik and Y/N would think they were a couple. They were inseparable. Being around each other at all times was normal for the pair, along with the subtle glances and their hands that were so often intertwined.
It was an average day for the pair. Y/N had gone over to Dominik’s house, eventually ending up in his bed, asleep in his arms. She couldn’t say she was surprised as it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Although the lines between friendship and romance had been blurred, the two adults still refused to address what was going on between them.
Y/N knew Dominik had training so she felt selfish for wanting to keep him tucked up in bed with her. Under the plush covers of his bed, wrapped in Dominik’s arms was her favourite place to be. He stirred softly, subconsciously pulling her closer to his body.
“Domi, it’s time to wake up. You’ve got training.”
The Hungarian grumbled, tucking his face into the side of her neck, clinging on to the last remains of sleep. He knew he had to wake up, but the bliss he felt in that moment clouded his rational thoughts.
“Five more minutes, it won’t take long for me to get ready.”
“No, you need to get up now. Your version of five minutes is more like fifty.”
He let out a laugh, now fully awake. He pressed a kiss to Y/N’s head and got up out of bed. He pulled on his training clothes and busied himself with getting ready. He ate breakfast, packed his bag and brushed his teeth before jogging back upstairs to say goodbye to Y/N.
“Bye gyönyörű, I’ll see you after training, okay?”
“Goodbye Dom, see you later.”
He waved at her as he exited the room and then turned his attention to putting his training bag into the boot of his car. Getting into the driver's seat, his mind wandered to Y/N. Dominik wanted nothing more than for her to be his girlfriend. She was kind, beautiful, and outgoing. He could list her good traits for as long as time. However, the fear of rejection had sunk its claws into him, and he remained silent about his feelings.
He pulled into the car park of the training facility and turned off the ignition of his car. He grabbed his bag from the boot and headed to the reception to sign in. Making his way to the changing rooms, he spotted Curtis walking ahead of him.
“Curtis wait for me,” Dominik said, catching the attention of the scouser.
Curtis stopped in his tracks and turned around. He stood still as he waited for Dominik to catch up.
“You alright, Dom?”
Dominik nodded his head and the pair continued the short walk to the changing rooms. Once they arrived they pushed the door open and began to undress to put on their training gear.
“You know, I’ve been planning on asking this girl out. She’s the new social media intern. Have you seen her?”
Dominik’s heart dropped. He knew exactly who Curtis was talking about and the idea of them getting together made him feel sick.
“Are you talking about Y/N? I think she has a boyfriend.”
“Oh really? Who’s her boyfriend?”
“Me.”
Curtis’ face fell.
“Sorry Dom, I didn’t realise.” Curtis scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with the man in front of him.
“Don’t worry about it. Not many people know.”
Training went on as usual. Curtis tried to stay out of Dominik’s way while the Hungarian was having an internal crisis. He didn’t even know where the claim that he and Y/N were together came from. He was so blinded by silent rage that his thoughts weren’t coherent. He just said the first thing that came to his head.
He had to make it come true. He knew that if he let Y/N fall through his fingers he would regret it.
Once the team had been dismissed, Dominik rushed to grab his bags and pulled his car keys out of his pocket. The journey home was short, but in that moment it felt like an eternity.
As soon as he was parked in the driveway, he sprung out of the car and unlocked the front door.
“Y/N? Where are you?” He urged, the adrenaline surge giving him the confidence to finally tell the girl he loved how he felt about her after so many years.
“In here,” she replied from the living room, “Is everything okay?”
Dominik strode down the corridor and stopped in the doorway of the room Y/N sat in and looked straight at her.
“We need to talk, now.”
Her eyes widened and she patted the empty seat next to her, signalling for him to sit down.
“What are we?”
“Dom, what do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Are we a couple? Are we friends?”
Y/N looked down at her hands. She picked at the skin on her fingers and fidgeted. She had been in love with Dominik for nearly as long as he had with her. The idea of them being a couple was something she had only dreamed of and now that Dominik had brought it up, she didn’t know what to say.
“Dominik, I don’t know-”
“I’m in love with you. I have been my whole life. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, but I can’t keep this to myself anymore.”
Y/N twisted her body to face the man who sat next to her. With trembling hands, she cupped his face and pressed her lips to his. Dominik was taken by surprise, but that didn’t stop him from kissing back as enthusiastically as he could muster.
When they broke apart, Dominik smiled down at Y/N.
“I think that answers my question.”
“I’d hope so,” Y/N responded, pressing a second kiss to his lips.
The silence that hung in the air was no longer filled with uncertainty and unsureness. It was filled with relief and reassurance. The silent agreement between the pair had been a long time coming, and both of them couldn’t be happier.
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Lazy mornings
Player: Jude Bellingham
TW: Fluff
Authors note: This is my first Jude Bellingham imagine! I hope you all like it 💓
"Don't leave," you mumbled as you slightly opened your eyes and watched as your boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed. Is toned back facing you as he ran his hands over his eyes in order to remove the tired morning sight.
"I need a wee," you heard Jude say back with a laugh as he turned around to your resting body. His hand fell onto your cheek as he pushed away the odd hair in which laid on your face. His smile was so delicate, and his body suited so well on your fresh white sheets.
"Oh then, please go to the bathroom," you quickly said with a laugh as you sat yourself up and watched Jude clambering the bed. "I would prefer to keep a white bed rather than yellow," you added as you shouted so he could hear you from the bathroom. It is very rare that you and Jude ever get to have a quiet morning with the sound of the TV playing and your arms wrapped in one another's.
"I heard that," Jude announced as he came back into the room with a giggle falling from his mouth. You where sat up against the grey headboard as you watched his large body jump back into bed. His head rested on your bare thigh once the white sheets fell from your legs and all onto his side. You had never met someone so needy for a duvet. Jude did not know what the word sharing was and had no intention of learning it.
"What do you want to do today?" You asked as you watched his face rest on your leg and his arm rap around the other. He became a baby under your touch.
"Stay here," He answered with a mumble. He kissed the skin off your leg as your hands wandered through his dark hair. You often wondered if he had always been this soft, or was it just your power?
"We can't stay here all day," you explained with a laugh as you watched his eyes shut at the feeling of your fingers against his hair.
"Hmmmm, whatever you say," Jude whispered as he started to draw random lines across your skin with his eyes still completely shut. His breath was delicate against you, and you knew how much a quite relaxing morning would help him after such a busy week. You loved life like this. Perfect and lazy.
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size difference with virgil van dijk 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 ramble or fic idc he’s just so sexy and tall
shajdhkjsdhjsa he's so hot, i want him to fuck me with the captai-
he's just so tall and so big that you're brain literally goes numb when you're around him. when he has you in his arms you like don't even fully reach his shoulders and so your head is just on his chest and his arms can wrap completely around you and have you pressed right up against him. when he man spreads on the sofa you fit right in between his legs and his body just curves over you and completely covers you and you just feel so safe. getting through a crowded space and he has you pressed into him with one hand while the other moves people out of the way, he just smirks down at you the whole time and you can feel yourself getting turned on at the aura he radiates. when you're in the bedroom and he's on top, he's everywhere, completely taking up your vision as he fucks into you, arms caging you in and ur brain is just foggy as he surrounds you.
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Footballers as vines part 1
part 2
part 3
Part 4
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★ my love, you are worth it all.
SUMMARY: Y/N and trent are absolutely buzzing after the win against united.
WARNINGS: none, fluff!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: i cannot believe this win fucking happened holy- also I GUESS YOU COULD SAY I’M BACK NOW
Once the full-time whistle was blown, Y/N jumped up from her seat, cheering and smiling. Her eyes caught Trent’s and he sent her a toothy grin, the adrenaline of the win and the happiness of the result radiating off his body.
He needed to kiss her, and now.
He was the fastest to walk through the tunnel to see her, practically sprinting. She was the fastest to go and meet him, her feet as fast as a cheetah’s.
Once he spied her standing in the corner with a smile on her face, his heart started dancing. Her smile erupted into an even bigger one, her arms opening for him.
Once they were wrapped in each other’s bodies, he felt truly at home. And she could say the same. Small kisses were shared with the pair, both of them being cautious that they weren’t alone. That didn’t stop Trent from snaking his hands around her waist, though.
“I am so, so fucking proud of you, baby. You deserve it, you deserve all of it.” She whispered into his ear. He grinned again, giving her another kiss.
“Thank you for coming today, thank you for everything - my God, I’m so happy right now, I can’t even say proper sentences,” he breathed. She let out a laugh, the contagious laugh he adored, the laugh that would light up a whole room.
“Always, Trent, always. My love, you are worth it all.” She smiled, cupping his cheeks. He gave her another kiss, unable to control himself.
“I love you, Y/N. Thank you.”
“I love you too, Trent.”
They shared a few minutes of comfortable and loving silence before he broke it.
“Let’s get out of here, shall we?”
She smiled and nodded hysterically, excited to see how they’ll celebrate tonight.
“Oh yes, we shall.”
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you're the sweetest thing (I ever did see)
Pairing: Darwin Núñez x fem!reader
Words: 1764
Warnings: flirting, kissing, making out
A/N: This started as @kostasstsimikass and I exchanging fic ideas based on the new kit photoshoot and it snowballed from there in my Google docs. Oops.
In which Darwin needs a little push to finally talk to the pretty stylist
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Following the photographer’s instructions was not just hard because of the language this time around. Darwin had to keep asking Luis to repeat them in Spanish and even that barely registered whenever he saw the swaying of her ponytail behind the photographer.
“Are you even listening?” Luis asked him when he noticed Darwin looking away for the hundredth time in the span of a minute.
“Hmm?” Darwin replied, tearing his eyes away from the pretty stylist currently knelt on the floor as she hemmed Harvey’s trousers.
“Guess that’s a no,” the Colombian chuckled.
“Sorry,” Darwin mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up in shame at getting caught staring. Luis clapped him on the shoulder with a grin.
“No worries, mate. She’s cute, you should ask her out.”
Darwin’s response died on his lips as the photographer called for their attention once more.
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She couldn’t help but look over in the direction of the monitor or the set as the photographer gave his directions. The corners of her mouth tugged up involuntarily at the sound of laughter as butterflies flitted around in her stomach when she peeked past the photographer and saw Darwin’s body shake with laughter.
“He’s single, you know,” a voice came from behind her, startling her so much she dropped the hanger she was fidgeting with.
“Fucking hell, Trent..” she muttered, bending down to pick it back up, “You really gotta stop sneaking up on people,” she added with a glare. Trent just smirked and shrugged.
“Just sayin’,” he replied.
“Don’t know what you’re on about,” she mumbled, cheeks burning at the fact that she’d been caught checking out one of his teammates. The chuckle he gave her in reply only made her feel more embarrassed.
“I’m gonna… go and do my job,” she managed to utter as she walked back to the rack holding all the outfits for today’s shoot, silently willing for the floor to open and swallow her whole.
“We gotta get them together. How has she not seen the way he looks at her?” Andy commented as he came standing next to his teammate.
“I know, they’ve been making eyes at each other since the summer,” Trent said as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat. Both defenders were quiet for a moment as they watched the Liverpool striker and the stylist continue sneaking glances at one another.
“I have an idea that might just work,” Andy said, face lit up with mischief. Trent’s face broke out in a matching grin as Andy shared his plan in hushed tones.
“Do I even wanna know what youse two are up to?” Jordan asked as he walked past them, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.
“Nothing to worry about Hendo,” Andy replied, sharing a look with Trent who nodded in agreement. The Liverpool captain sighed, shaking his head as he watched the two defenders walk away.
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She was busy putting all the accessories used in the shoot back in their cases when she heard the unmistakable voice of Andy outside of the storage room.
“Come on lad, your mother raised you better than that. She’s been doing the heavy lifting all day.”
Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she turned around, seeing Andy and Trent push Darwin forward with a box of the new kit in his arms before shutting the door behind him.
“What-.. Robbo!” Darwin said as he stumbled. She was quick to grab hold of the box in an attempt to steady him, fingers brushing against his. A spark of something made her pull her hands back as if burnt, looking up at him as he dropped the box. She saw something like shock flash across his eyes and for a brief moment she wondered whether he had felt it too. He quickly broke eye contact, bending down to lift the box back up and placing it on the table to her right.
“Sorry. My friends are silly,” Darwin said, carefully forming his lips around the syllables. She couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It’s okay. Thank you for helping,” she replied.
Darwin nodded and walked back to the door, his heart in his throat. He couldn’t deny the very obvious spark he’d felt when their hands had brushed. Had she felt it too? She must’ve, right? He shook his head, trying to make sense of the jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings, reaching for the doorknob and fully expecting the door to open. Darwin tried again, but to no avail; the door remained closed. It was then that a realisation dawned on him.
“Hijo de puta,” he muttered under his breath, banging on the door, “Robbo! Open please!”
“Ah sorry mate! Lost the key, we’re trying to find it. Just sit tight and uh, maybe get to know each other,” Andy shouted back. Darwin gave the door one more angry hit with his fist, resting his forehead against it. He felt her hand on his shoulder, her touch unsure but wanting to offer some consolation. Darwin turned around and looked at her, watched her words die on her lips. He couldn’t stop looking at her lips, remembering the way they would tug up into a smile. Her tongue darted out to wet the bottom one and he could swear the ground underneath his feet shifted.
“You-..” she started, clearing her throat, “you’ve got an eyelash-.. Here, let me.” Her touch was so gentle as she brushed a finger over his cheekbone, Darwin was afraid to move. He had to refrain himself from leaning into it.
“Make a wish,” she whispered, holding out her finger. Darwin couldn’t help the quirk of the corner of his mouth as he closed his eyes before blowing the eyelash off her finger.
“What did you wish for?” she asked, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. He chuckled and shook his head.
“If I say, the wish won’t come true, no?” His reply earned him a chuckle in return as she shrugged. The movement caused a strand of hair to fall onto her face. Before he knew what was happening, Darwin brushed it behind her ear, fingers lingering as they came to rest on her jaw.
“Muy linda,” he whispered, more to himself really.
“Tú también,” she replied, voice soft and hushed. Darwin was pretty sure his heart skipped a beat at her reply. He hadn’t meant for the compliment to come out, let alone for her to hear it. But her replying in Spanish, in the language he longed to hear most days, just to be reminded of home, made his heart soar. She wrapped a tentative hand around his wrist, his hand still against her cheek. He could see her eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his mouth and felt like he was being pulled closer towards her, like a bee would be pulled to the prettiest of flowers. He saw her eyes flutter closed as their faces were mere inches apart, lips parting, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Can-... May I?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, his forehead resting against hers. Her eyes remained closed, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she nodded. Darwin gently lifted her face with the knuckle of his forefinger before brushing his lips against hers. The contact was only brief and faint, but it felt like someone had lit sparklers inside his soul. She made the tiniest whimpering noise when he pulled back, sending his heart into overdrive. Her fingers fisted the material of his jersey as she pulled herself closer to him, chasing his lips. It made Darwin stumble backwards every so slightly, now leaning against the door. Their lips found each other once more and an urgency seemed to take hold of her. The kiss was no longer chaste; it was a slow burning fire, an admission of a shared longing that preceded today. Darwin moved a hand from her face to around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Her hips rolled against his and it nearly brought him to his knees as her perfume surrounded him, the mix of fruit and something so uniquely her instantly reminded him of summer.
Darwin tentatively licked against the seam of her lips, a quiet moan escaping him at the sound she made when she parted her lips to let him in. Breaking the kiss, Darwin moved his hands down to the backs of her thighs, picking her up without any hesitation before spinning them around so her back now rested against the door. She sighed into the kiss when their mouths found each other again, her legs hooked around his hips. The kiss took on a slow urgency, the both of them needing to be closer still. Darwin couldn’t help but smile against her skin as his lips moved to her neck, hearing her gasp as he pressed a delicate kiss right below her jaw.
“Darwin-...” she sighed, not finishing her thought but instead letting out the tiniest moan as he gently sucked on a spot behind her ear. The sound went straight to his groin.
“I’d love to discover all the noises you make, hermosa, but there are too many people outside,” he murmured, face still half-hidden against her neck. He heard how her breathing stuttered at his admission, couldn’t help the smirk at her gasp when his hands found their way under her jumper, just above the waistband of her jeans, as his fingers traced slow patterns across her skin. She directed his mouth back to hers, kissing him with a hunger that told him all he needed to know –that she felt the same way.
Darwin was quick to realise someone was about to open the door when he heard the key in the lock. He carefully lowered her, but held her against him as he kissed her again. The sound of wolf whistles and hollering finally broke them apart. Darwin looked down at her, saw her bite her lips once more before she reached up to kiss his cheek.
“Come find me after the shoot,” she whispered in his ear before turning around to leave the closet. Darwin felt the corner of his mouth tug up in a smile as he watched her go. His teammates cajoled and teased him, but he didn’t care. Most of their words went straight over his head anyway, but he knew they were teasing him. At least now he had motivation to remain focussed on the photographer: the quicker the shoot went, the quicker he’d get to see her again.
The end of season exhaustion combined with end of year teacher exhaustion turned writing this into a marathon, not a sprint. This fic would not have seen the light of day without @kostasstsimikass and @emilielfc -girls I love you more than I can put into words. Thank you for always feeding the brain rot
Please let me know what you think, whether it's just an assortment of emojis or a keyboard smash: I treasure both equally
Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!
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The Wavelengths I'd Go For You
Thiago Alcantara x Fem!Reader
Warnings: summer time fluff, thiago is the sweetest boyfriend ever, cheeky teasing and flirting + some remarks from thiago, lots of touchy feely moments, alcohol and the consumption of, a sunset something - you'll see :))
Word Count: 3.1k
Author's Note: the fact that I had to search soooo deep for this gif is a crime // based on a convo @curiousthyme and I had about how sweet husband thiago would be so to the 6 thiago fans out there, this one's for you
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The sunshine in Mallorca welcomed you, a way of telling you that you were home in every sense of the word.
You and your boyfriend, Thiago, were spending a week there before heading up to see his family. You had been on the go constantly for the last few months with Thiago's game schedule and your work projects so this time away was much welcomed.
It's barely 10am when your boyfriend comes back into the bedroom, flopping down onto the bed next to you. "Mi amor, despierta," (my love, wake up) he whispers into your ear, his chin on your shoulder.
You shrug your boyfriend off of you, pulling the duvet over your head. "Alejarse de mí," (get away from me) you grumbled from under the blanket, making him laugh.
"C'mon babe," he nudges your arm and you finally give in, pulling the blanket down to look over at him.
Thiago was fully awake and dressed, as if he was going somewhere - the beach perhaps.
"What do you want?" You asked, pulling his hand up so you could see the watch on his wrist. "It's barely 10, what could you possibly need right now? We are on vacation, in case you forgot"
He nods, "I know, so come on."
"Where?"
"Just get dressed, like you're going to the beach," he gets off the bed, pulling you up and off of it.
You grumble, the man walking you in the direction of the bathroom. "Is that where we're going? Because it'll still be there after noon, T." You smiled sweetly at him, hoping he'd let you go back to bed.
He shook his head, "it's a surprise," he smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Go get dressed," he nudges you into the bathroom and shuts the door."
Thiago did this often - he was always one for a surprise and typically, they were scheduled for the ass crack of dawn; the downside of dating someone who's an early riser.
It was better to give in rather than resist; you learnt that the hard way.
You did just that. It took you a hot minute to pull yourself together, slowly making your way though your morning routine before you finally got dressed for the day, 'for the beach' he said. A green bikini to match the green shorts you noticed he had on, and a yellow sundress pulled over it.
"Where are you?" You called, walking through the house.
It's quiet, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found but you can see the front door was opened. You peek outside and find him closing the trunk. "Ready?" he smiles.
You nod, walking down the few steps to the driveway. "Why are you so smiley? It's soooo early."
"It's 10:30, cariño." Thiago laughed, opening the car door for you. You nod, your hand on his jaw, "exactly - too early."
The man shakes his head at your dramatics, clearly amused. He walks over to the front door, locking up the house before getting into the car and pulling out. You look over at him, your hand reaches for his and Thiago instantly takes your hand, interlocking fingers with you.
"Where are we going? Are we almost there yet?" You asked him yet again in the 10 minutes you had been driving. Thiago bit his tongue, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"How many times will you ask me that?"
"Until you tell me," you smiled, making him chuckle. You had no idea where you were going. You hadn't been to Mallorca in years, at least not since you and Thiago began dating 10 years ago and so much has changed both there and in your lives.
When you met Thiago, the two of you were barely in your 20s; he was on the 1st team at Barcelona and living his dream while you were in university. You had moved with him when he transferred to Bayern Munich and then again to Liverpool. You had both grown and changed so much, you learnt more and more about life and each other.
There was no one else you wanted to spend your life with.
"I'm not going to tell you," he glances over, smiling at you.
Since he wouldn't tell you, you began your guessing game. "Are we going to the beach?"
"No."
"Are we going for a picnic?"
"No."
"Are we going toooo... get married?" You threw that one in there for fun but it seemed to catch him off guard. Thiago whipped his head in your direction so quickly, you're certain he's given himself whiplash - not to mention your first thought was dear god don't let him injure himself again, he can't sit out another game.
"What?" He asks you quickly, confusion, shock and a bit of surprise on his face. "Why would you even ask me that?"
"Not you being offended," you laughed. "I'm kidding, Thiago. Don't have a heart attack." You squeezed his hand, the man turns into a winding street which takes you down towards a place you had been mentioning since before you even arrived in Mallorca.
You smiled, sitting up a little straighter. "The marina?" You look over at him. "We're having a yacht day?"
"Just for the day," he smiles, pulling into the lot. "So you shut up about it." He teased, making you roll your eyes before you get out of the car.
Thiago takes the bags out of the trunk, leading you towards the boat. He puts the stuff on, leaning over to help you on before you settle in and he drives it into open waters. After you two had come to a stop, your boyfriend found his way below deck to put the food away for the time being and you had stripped off the sundress and laid out in the sun, letting your body relax and become sun kissed.
Laying on your tummy, your eyes closed and your face buried between your folded arms, you can feel the sunshine and the warm breeze along the exposed skin. It wasn't that much longer when you feel someone's cold hands pinch your hip, making you jump.
"Thiago!" You rolled away from him, scolding him.
The man laughs, lifting your right leg to slot between them, letting you rest your leg on his lap. "Sorry, sweetheart." He rubs the back of your thigh, "didn't mean to startle you - but to be fair, it is just us out here."
"Well obviously," you mumbled, "but I wasn't expecting you to appear out of thin air." You flung your foot back, hitting him in the side. He smiles at your action, holding your flailing leg down by your calf and rubbing along your soft skin.
Propping yourself up on your elbows, you look over your shoulder at your boyfriend. "Can you rub some lotion on my back for me?"
Thiago nods, reaching for the bottle that was discarded on the floor. It's oily and sticky, as you had used it and set it back down with your lotion covered hands; he's certain that's what had happened. The man squeezes a dollop of the sun lotion in his hand, rubbing them together before resting his hands on your ass, or at least what was exposed.
"Babe!" You laughed, looking back at him. "I meant on my back!"
He ignores your words for a few moments, his fingers kneading over the flesh before looking at you. "You didn't specify."
"I figured it was implied."
Your boyfriend shrugs, moving his hands up your back and slowly working the lotion into your skin before moving to lay beside you. Thiago's on his back, an arm stretched out in front of you and the other propped under his head. Even with his sunglasses on, you can see his eyes are closed. You scoot a bit closer to the man, pulling the glasses down to the bridge of his nose.
"Hi, T." You peaked his lips with yours and he smiled, the arm that was stretched out pulled you down against him. "Hi, y/n."
"What's the plan?"
"Relax."
"Why?"
"No, I mean, the plan is to relax." He smiled, making you giggle at your misunderstanding. "Oh, okay."
It's at least an hour that's passed before you two attempt to move from your spot. Thiago sits up, pushing his sunglasses onto his head before turning to look at you.
"How about a swim?" He asks and he barely finishes his sentence before you up, flinging your legs to get the slippers off and you're heading towards the stairs. "What's the rush?" He asks, dropping his sunglasses on the chair, slipping off his own shoes.
"The last one into the water has to pick up the laundry when we get back!" You shouted to him, sprinting down the stairs to the platform.
You'd think for someone who gets paid to run up and down a 100 foot long football pitch, he'd be faster but instead he leans over the railing, shouting as you jumped into the freezing water. "That's not fair!"
You shouted back. "You're a sore loser!"
A few moments later, your boyfriend finds his way down to the platform before diving into the water.
You clap for him, "10 out of 10, darling!" Thiago laughs, bowing half way as you swam over to him.
He smiles, his arms reaching for you to pull you against him, your own arms over his shoulders. The two of you stay like that for a bit, floating around.
The ice cold water was a welcomed change from the Spanish sun you had been lazing in all day; not to mention a shock to all of your bodily systems.
Eventually, you leave him in the water and get back onto the platform, sitting at the edge with your legs hanging into the cold water. Thiago was doing a lap around the boat and only realized you had gotten out when he returned to the back. The man swims over, slotting himself between your legs, his arms on your thighs.
You watch as your boyfriend passes his hand over his wet hair, slicking it down. You undo it; passing your hand through his hair, watching as the little curls reform themselves after the motion. You twirl a few strands of his short hair between your fingers, smiling to yourself - you love his hair, especially when he grows it out enough for you to see the curls.
Thiago's cheek pressed to your thigh, basking in the sunshine and your affection until he calls it quits - his arms on either side of you as he pulls himself up and out of the water, and.. well onto top of you.
"Seriously?" You asked, laying flat against the wet platform.
He rolls off of you, laying beside you. "Seriously." He scrunches his nose at you, making you laugh yet again. You flip over, onto your stomach as your arm drapes over his middle. Thiago can feel your fingers across the large tattoo on his side. Slowly, your fingers trace out the letters and the words, going line by line - not missing a single one.
"How about lunch?" He asks, getting up and pulling you up with him. You nod, "considering that you pulled me out of my bed and didn't let me eat anything, yeah, lunch would be great."
Thiago laughs, dramatic as always he thinks. His hand rests on your lower back as you two head up the stairs and back onto the deck.
"Need help?" You asked, about to follow him to the kitchen and he shook his head, turning you back in the direction of the table.
"Go sit, I'll be out in a minute."
"What are you hiding?" Your brows furrowed but he shook his head, "I'm innocent of whatever crimes you're thinking of."
You take a seat at the table, Thiago does return but a minute later with a basket in hand. You help him unpack the basket - he lets you do that much - before you two settle down and have lunch.
It was well after 4 in the afternoon, rolling towards 5 when you wrapped up lunch. You two had been lazing around for a bit, enjoying each other's company and the day before Thiago got up to clean up the mess you made.
"Gonna jump back in before we head in, wanna join me?" He walks over to you, his body blocking the sun from you. You shook your head, "I'm gonna stay up here," you smiled, reaching out to hold his hand.
Thiago leans down, giving you a kiss before standing up again. "Be careful," you tell him, the man drops his sunglasses next to you.
"I will," he smiles, giving you one more kiss before walking away.
You can hear when he jumps into the water. It had been pretty quiet today, a few other boats had passed by but other than that, it was just the two of you all day. Now you aren't sure how long Thiago was in the water, your eyes had shut and you dozed off for a bit.
When you wake up, or rather, when you were startled awake, he was leaning over you, dripping freezing cold water all over you.
"Thiago!" You squealed, trying to wiggle away from your boyfriend. The man's got his arms on either side of you, trapping you under him.
"Give me a kiss and I'll move," he tells you, leaning down for a kiss.
You groan, hands pressed to his chest to push him away. "Thiago! Move!" You giggled but you knew he wouldn't let up.
He didn't; his lips puckered as he waited for you to give him a kiss.
Reaching up, your hand rests on his cheek, giving him a kiss before he drops himself down on top of you. "Babe, c'mon." You huffed, your arms wrapping around him.
He smiles, nuzzling against you. "Stop complaining, we all know you love it."
You roll your eyes; he was right, you did love it. He holds you for a bit, the two of you enjoying each other's company once again until the sun, once bright in the sky, starts to slip away under the horizon.
"Time to head in hm?" You tell him, the two of you sitting up.
Thiago nods, getting up to finally dry off - a useless action seeing that he's dripped all of the water onto you. You follow suit, wiping off the excess water before putting your dress back on. Thiago dug out a beige sweater you had bought him for Christmas years ago, pulling it on.
"I can't believe you still have that." You say, walking towards him. He glances down, shrugging. "I thought we lost it during the move but I found it in a box downstairs.
You reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. "Thank you," you tell him, letting him pull you to him. His hands resting on your lower back as your own arms go over his shoulders.
"What for?" His cheek pressed to yours, the two of you swaying side to side.
"Today.. for everything." You whispered, leaning back in his arms. "I love you, Thiago."
He smiles, "I love you, y/n."
Your boyfriend spins you around, hugging you from behind as you two watch the sunset for a bit. He had already driven you back in a bit, you were still a good ways from the marina but much closer than you were before. At least now you could see land.
"Champagne?" He asks, his chin on your shoulder. Your hand reaches back, pressed to his cheek. "What are we celebrating?"
"Us," he smiles, turning to kiss your cheek before walking away to get the champagne and the glasses.
You hadn't noticed when he returned, your phone was in your hand as you took a photo of the sunset. Thiago sets the glasses and the bottle down on the table quietly before calling for you. "Babe ?"
When you turned around, you expected to find Thiago with glasses, not on his knee with a ring box.
"What are you doing?" You ask, eyes widen, brows furrowed as you look at him.
Thiago smiles, "y/n, you are.. the love of my life. The last ten years of my life have been the very best; there's not a single person in the world that I would rather spend the rest of my life with, because you are everything I could have ever imagined. The perfect woman in every sense of the word; you understand me, you take care of me and I could never repay you for that."
You can't help the giggle that leaves your lips; he's so cheesy.
"Strong and beautiful and smart, and god, you.. I don't think there are words to explain how much I love you. I'm rambling now, I'm nervous - sorry."
"Why are you nervous? It's just me." You laughed and Thiago smiled.
He glances at the ring and back at you. "Y/n, I love you so much, you are the woman I have always dreamt about; the first person I think of in the morning and the last person on my mind before I go to bed. When I'm away from home, all I can think of is coming home to you. You're my home, y/n. You're my dream woman, the person I.."
"You're rambling," you purse your lips, making him laugh.
"Y/n.. will you make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?"
"Yes," you smiled, "I'll marry you, T."
He stands, slipping the ring onto your finger; a perfect fit. Your hands rest on his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. "I love you." You whisper against his lips.
"I love you," he smiles, giving you another kiss. "Shall we open the champagne?"
You nod, watching as he reaches for the bottle. Thiago shakes it before popping the cork, the gold coloured liquid spraying all over the two of you and the deck, making you laugh. Your fiancé filled two glasses, handing one over to you.
"Cheers," you tapped your glass to his. "To us," he nods, mirroring your action.
Thiago hugs you from behind, the two of you facing the setting sun once again. "Was this what today was all about?" You asked, holding out your hand to admire your ring; gold band, emerald cut diamond with two smaller stones at the base of it.
"I wanted it to be perfect." He smiles, resting his chin on your shoulder yet again. "It was," you smile when Thiago reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his lips to give it a kiss.
You can't help but lean back against him; happiness and content washing over you.
You were certain you had done something right in your past life, otherwise you wouldn't have become so lucky.
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when loving trent is a competition but your opponent is szobo
#trent alexander arnold#dominik szoboszlai#fanfic football club indeed#someone check on robbo again because these two are back at it#liverpool fc#lfc#liverpool
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CUT YOURSELF ON MY GLASS PLATE: CHAPTER 57 Art
Cale smiles wider despite the pounding inside his chest. "Do you understand?"
The pain will only make him stronger.
It's okay that he's hurt. He'll only get stronger. Every moment of pain gets him closer to their goal.
"Cale..." Rok Soo sounds pained as if the thought is physically painful to him. He shakes his head. "No."
Cale blinks. "No?"
"No. It's not worth it. Cale, nothing is worth your pain."
Cale's eyes shake as he feels the world tilt.
Nothing is worth his pain?
He chuckles. "Hahaha... what a funny joke."
I wanted to doodle something with an expression I found on Pinterest. I think this is kinda good.
#tcf#lfc#tcf cale#og cale henituse#tcf fanfic#tcf fanart#lcf cale#lcf fanart#og cale#original cale henituse
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Escapism.
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨
Summary: A break up mess between Trent and Y/n.
Angst
Warnings! : This fic contains cursing, mentions of alcohol and light drugs*
Note: This is a mini series, not sure how many parts there will be but I hope you enjoy it <3
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“I don’t wanna feel how I did last night”
Fuck. Why does these things always happen to me? I can’t believe I ended up here again, laying in my ex boyfriend’s bed. It feels like my head is gonna fucking explode, worst headache in a long time…
You woke up, dizzy, exhausted and disappointed in yourself. You had to get up at least, you can’t lay here all day waiting for things to get better. When you stand up your headache is even worse, you walked to his bathroom finding an old makeup remover you must’ve forgotten taken with you when you moved out of his house. You also went to his closet, it haven’t changed much since you last were there but you searched for your old sweatpants, you found them exactly where you left them a few months ago, not that you knew you would come back here, let’s say you “forgot” them too.
You didn’t care if Trent was home or if he was at training, you did not want to talk to him. Despite yesterday’s mess and the past, you couldn’t let him live rent free in your heart again. But there he was, in the kitchen probably waiting for you but you didn’t expect him to start talking to you.
“Feeling better?” He asked.
You didn’t know what to say, the whole situation felt weird.
“Mhm” You lied, you were definitely not feeling better and not in the mood for a conversation.
“Y/n, can I ask you something?” Trent said.
“Go ahead” You mumbled.
“Since when did you start doin’ all of this drug shit?”
“Have you had time to fuck every single girl in Liverpool yet?” You snapped back at him, not knowing where that came from.
“Y/n I’m serious” He put forth.
“After we broke up.” You answered and you didn’t want to admit it but he really hurt you. That’s not one of the main reasons you started doing drugs but it kept you occupied from your feelings.
“I’m sorry” He revealed.
“It’s not your fault Trent, yesterday was the first time in a long time so don’t worry” You said.
“But you really hurt me.” You implied, feeling more sad than angry now.
You wanted to get out of his house as soon as possible, you was surrounded by so many memories good and bad. You ordered an Uber from your phone, grabbed your things and left.
When you came home you broke down and cried again.
You promised yourself to never talk to him ever again but here you are, you let him take you home to his house, you even slept beside him.
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Later that day you and Zoe had lunch together at her place you told her everything that happened.
“Hi girl, you look miserable!” Zoe said as she opened the door for you.
“I am, trust me” You explained.
“Tell me everything, what really happened last night? I saw Trent drag you out of the club” She stated.
“He came up to me, saw that I was way too drunk, I told him I was having fun and then I don’t remember much more than I slept with him in his bed” You told her, knowing she was going to freak out.
“You slept with him!?” She shrieked.
“Nono not like that, I just slept beside him, nothing more” You explained to her, you could never let yourself have sex with him again, that would make your life so much complicated and you knew that he would come crawling back to you like a baby every week.
“Right… but are you okay?” Zoe questioned, no actually you weren’t okay the past few months have been like hell to you.
“I just really miss him Zoe” You started sobbing and she gave you a long hug.
After you ate lunch with Zoe you drove home, you opened up to her about how you were feeling about the whole situation. You thought that you were just going to move on and forget everything that happened between you and Trent but you just couldn’t, you’ve spent years loving him your love for him couldn’t just vanish even if you wanted to. That’s when you got a message.
Trent: My friend is throwing a party this weekend, I’ll pick you up at 8
You screamed into your pillow in frustration not knowing what to do with yourself, the nightmare continues. Why? Why would he want to go there with you, the guy who literally broke up with you, doesn’t he have a hundreds of other girls around him?
You: Why are you asking me? I’m not interested.
Trent: Still picking you up at 8
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You worked from home all week, you felt that was the best thing do to, isolate yourself from everything and everyone due all that’s had happened to you recently. The weekend came closer and you panicked about the upcoming party, you were not sure if you should take that extra step going to that party with him and also it felt weird going with your ex, he is your ex but you could now refer him as a friend? Probably the best thing to do.
The day finally came, you decided to go to the party. You went through your whole wardrobe to find the perfect dress for this specific night. You ended up with a dress Trent gave you for your birthday last year, it was brand new so you ripped of the price tag and hoped that he wouldn’t see that it was the dress he bought for you.
The clock started to near 8pm and you started to get more nervous but why, he is your friend right? You tried to think about him as a friend and not your ex, did that help? No, but you had to trick your mind in someway.
8pm
Trent: I’m outside.
Your heart was beating fast as you walked out the door, you were surprised he knew where you lived after you moved out of his house, you saw a familiar car, it was him.
“Hello, you good?” Trent said as he greeted you with a hug and you could already see his eyes wandering, looking you up and down.
“I’m fine, how about you?” You spoke and he started driving.
“I’m all good, have you had time to calm down from last week?” He asked, you were annoyed by his question.
“Can we not talk about that.” You simply answered, not wanting to remember anything from that night.
The drive to his friend’s place was about 30 minutes long so you and Trent had a lot to catch up on and talked about everything that’s happened since you two broke up. The topic football came up and you knew Trent has struggled this season, the whole team as well hadn’t been on form.
“Sloppy defence I see” You said not thinking before the words left your mouth, Trent grabbed you thigh and spoke up
“Say that again”
“You have had a sloppy defence, right Trent?” You mocked and he tightened his grip, you gasped at his touch. He hadn’t touched you like that in months.
“Trent stop” You snapped and he took his hand away placing it back on the steering wheel.
The rest of the drive was silent, you didn’t want to speak with him after he touched you, but one thing that you noticed was that you got butterflies in your stomach while he touched you.
You are supposed to hate him, he broke up with you! You said inside your head.
You made a promise before the night to not drink a single drop of alcohol knowing that it would probably just end up like last time, Trent on the other hand couldn’t stop drinking those shots. Back when you two were together he used the alcohol on the weekends as a “medicine” to cope with your arguments and if things weren’t going well in games.
You walked up to Trent and sat down beside him.
“That bad, huh?” You stated.
“Shut up Y/n” He said and chuckled. You looked into his brown eyes, they weren’t that easy as they usually look, they looked worried.
“Trent, you’re drunk” You sighed.
“You too” He claimed, this was the sign for you to drive him home.
“T I’m sober, I’ll drive you home okay?” You advised, helping him to get up from the bar and dragging his arm whilst you two were going back to his car.
“Give me the keys” You simply said, he was too tired to give you a proper answer, he just handed you his keys carelessly.
The drive to his house was as long as the drive to the party, which bored out the two of you, Trent falling asleep and you kept your eyes on the road.
You finally came closer to where he lived, memories flooding back as you drove through the familiar roads you were used to come home to everyday before. Trent was still asleep in the passenger seat, he looked so innocent and calm, you didn’t want to wake him up.
“Wake up T” You whispered whilst you pushed him lightly on his arm.
“Hmm” He groaned as he let out a big yawn.
You followed after him while he was was going to lock up his door.
“You’re not coming?” He questioned as you stood by his doorstep, not knowing if you should stay or go home.
“I can’t Trent” You murmured.
“Can you stay the night please” Trent asked.
“I don’t want to be alone Y/n” Tears staring to water up his eyes.
I’m gonna hate myself for doing this, I can’t leave him like this…
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What do you guys want to happen with Y/n and Trent? Should she go back to him..?
Part 3 coming soon❤️🔥
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Original Ask: trent sickfic where he takes care of you pls pls pls pls plsssss (anonymous)
Word Count: 626 words
(author's note: little fluffy trent fic for my loves !! i hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request anon 🩷)
Trent had woken up for training with good intentions. He had actually opened his eyes for his alarm instead of simply snoozing it, but his head was pounding. He pulled himself to sit up, and his vision faltered. His nose was blocked, and his throat felt like sandpaper.
After shooting a quick text to his coach, informing him that he wouldn’t be at training, he dialled the number of his girlfriend. The phone rang out a couple of times before he heard the quiet voice of his girlfriend crackle through the speaker.
"Baby? Is everything alright?" she said, her voice laced with concern.
“Yes love, everything's fine. I just don’t feel well, and I was wondering if you could come home?” He managed to croak out.
“I’ll see what I can do, lovie.”
Y/N walked through her office complex and knocked the door to her bosses’ office. When she heard her the sound of her boss telling her to come in, she moved her hand to the doorknob and let herself in.
“Hello Y/N, what can I help you with?” Her boss inquired, looking up from her computer.
“Hi Melanie, I’m really sorry to ask you this on such short notice, but Trent doesn’t feel well, and he needs me to go home and look after him. Would that be alright with you?”
“Of course honey, take as long as you need off. I hope Trent feels better soon!”
Y/N thanked her boss and collected her things. Shooting a quick text to her boyfriend, telling him she wouldn’t be long, she got into her car and began the short drive home.
Trent felt awful. Not long after he had rang his girlfriend asking if she could come home, he had ended up in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach. He was desperate for Y/N to get home and help him feel better.
Unlocking the door and placing her bags on the floor, Y/N jogged upstairs to where she found Trent knelt on their bathroom floor.
“Oh my goodness, you poor thing” Y/N cooed at her boyfriend, who was looking up at her, “I’ll go get you some medicine hang on.”.
Trent nodded at her weakly, she ventured back downstairs, grabbed the painkillers and a bottle of water and went back up to her boyfriend. Y/N handed the tablets to Trent and opened the water for him. She dampened a flannel and placed it on his forehead to try and soothe his burning fever.
“Would you like me to run you a bath, sweetheart?” she asked as she held the cloth to his forehead.
Trent nodded and moved his own hand up to hold onto the cold material of the flannel. Y/N moved over to the faucet of their bathtub and began to fill it. She poured in some lavender bubble bath and left the bathroom to grab some candles to light.
Y/N then helped Trent out of his clothes and held his hand as he stepped into the calm embrace of the warm water.
She grabbed his shampoo and poured a small amount into her palm. Y/N then began to gently massage it into Trent’s scalp, who let out a hum of appreciation.
Once he was all washed and clean, he got out, and Y/N grabbed him a fresh pair of pyjamas. Trent got dressed and pulled Y/N into bed with him.
“Get some sleep, and then I’ll make you some soup baby”, Y/N told him while playing with his curls gently.
“Thank you for looking after me my love” Trent murmured quietly.
“I’ll always look after you, lovie.” She whispered softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
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