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footballxixstars · 10 months

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No More Football Please • Christian Pulisic

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 6

“I don’t want to play football anymore.” “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to play football anymore,” Your son mumbled out to you and Christian when the two of you were sitting in the living room watching some kind of film together. Looking over at him you saw that he looked all shy and nervous about telling you both this, mainly Christian, like you would both say that he has to continue playing. It’s not like Christian pushed him to play. Neither of you did. The only reason your son plays football is because he begged both of you to be able to play it so it was his own decision and not Christian pushing his own interests on him. Not intentionally anyway. If anything Christian was the one who didn’t really want him to do it. Both of you tried to push him to do other things and explore other interests but he stuck to football and the fact he was now telling you that he no longer wants to do it shocks you. At those words Christian moved his arm that was around you away and sat up more to show that he was listening and ready for this conversation.

“What do you want to do?” Christian asked and your son looked shocked. Shocked and happy. Shocked that you and Christian weren’t arguing with him and trying to make him continue and maybe you should. You’ve put so much time into it and now he no longer wants to do it however deep down you knew that he wasn’t really enjoying it any longer. Plus if your son says that he’s not enjoying it then you don’t want to force him to go to training and games but you do want to talk about it all and not just ask what he wants to do instead like Christian did. Maybe that’s why your son looks so happy but a conversation is definitely needed first.

“Okay, before we or you totally decide what else you want to do or if you actually want to quit football let’s have a conversation about it. Why don’t you want to do it anymore?” You questioned breaking it down with him because you don’t want him to regret this decision in a few months. It would frustrate you if you allowed your son to stop playing football or stop anything really and then later in life he regrets ever making that decision. What if he later regrets it and then resents you for not making him continue? It’s things like that which worries you but if he hates it now you really don’t want to force him to continue.

“Good idea,” Christian said motioning for your son to take a seat on the other sofa. Once again your son looked really anxious about this conversation. He looked calmer when Christian asked what he wanted to do instead but now he’s actually got to talk about why he no longer wants to play football he looks anxious. You gave him a gentle smile hoping that it was reassuring and he would give you the truth and calm down. Neither you nor Christian care too much about why he wants to quit football, however, you are intrigued and want to understand the reasons for it so there is no reason for him to be nervous. Unfortunately, you know that his head doesn't work like that and he will continue to be nervous until the conversation ends but you will do anything to make him more comfortable and reassure him.

“So why don’t you want to do it anymore?” You questioned once again hoping to get the conversation started. It’s not supposed to be an interrogation or feel like one but you know that your son won’t talk without the questions being asked. You know that you have to prompt him with it so that's what you are doing. It’s not supposed to be an interrogation or feel like one. Also with you and Christian sitting on one sofa and him on the other it can probably make it feel like an interrogation and that’s why you’re slouching and leaning back on the sofa. Anything to make this thing seem casual and get your son to talk to you.

“Because- Because it’s not fun. It used to be fun to go to training and play but now everyone is so serious and nothing fun happens. We have to win and if we don’t they all get moody and- and there are no games or laughing anymore. It’s no fun,” Your son said. You remember when he first joined the football team. He was young and he always had a smile on his face and was laughing the whole time. Yes they would do some training drills but the coaches would make fun and games out of it all to keep the kids entertained. A few years have passed since then and now your son plays for a team that is in an actual league and therefore the fun aspect has dropped significantly. Since Christian has played football for years he knew that it would get more serious but he still had fun yet it seems like your son is not having fun and that breaks his heart.

“Do you even like the games?” Christian asked. He remembers the smile your son would have on his face after games and how he would end up babbling to Christian for hours and hours about the game clearly loving playing it. Now though he doesn’t. He tells Christian that it was alright but won’t go into any details about it so Christian was sure that he already knew the answer to his question. Your son was never a competitive person so him not enjoying the competition part of the sport made sense and made sense that he wanted to quit it especially if he wasn’t having fun during training either.

“Yeah,” Your son said not even surprising you or Christian with that answer. You and Christian just hummed not knowing what else to say and it was silent for a few moments until your son spoke up again.

“You always told me to just have fun about it and I’m no longer having fun,” Your son said. And it is true. Both you and Christian had just told your son to not worry about the competition aspect or losing and just have fun because that is the most important thing to you. You just want your son to have fun and if he’s not is that activity even worth doing anymore?

“Do you dread going to training?” Christian asked. He remembers when he was little and he had football training or soccer as he called it back in America. He would always beg his parents to play and take him even when it wasn’t on and when it was on he was bouncing off of the walls excited to go. Even if it was tortuous or repetitive he would still love it because he knew that the repetition would be good because that’s the way he would get better at those basic skills and he needed to be incredible at those simple skills if he wanted to be a footballer one day. He just loved football and would be playing it 24/7 and he may have been that weird kid in school playing real football instead of American football but he loved it. Football was his life. (Until he met you and you had your son). Thinking through it, your son was never like that. Yes, he would play with Christian but not beg every day like Christian did and most of the Christian was the one that initiated playing. Most of the time your son wouldn’t even choose to play except when he asked to start playing for a team but maybe he only asked because he thought that Christian would want him to since Christian plays football. This conversation was making Christian think. Did he really give off the impression that he wanted his son to follow in his footsteps and play football and not do his own thing?

“Yeah. It feels like a chore,” Your son told him. You felt absolutely horrible. How long has your son dreaded going to training? You never wanted him to dread going anywhere and if he was, you wanted him to talk to one of you instantly but that doesn’t seem to have happened. Hopefully he hasn’t dreaded it for long though because that would make you feel so much worse.

“Are you 100% sure you want to stop playing football?” You questioned again. Although you felt like you already knew the answer you felt like you needed to ask again just to be sure. Just to get him to say it himself. For a moment your son thought about it before answering.

“Yeah. I have thought about it for a while,” Your son said sounding the surest that he has throughout this whole conversation. Him sounding like that did reassure you though because he sounded so certain and you knew that he was making the correct decision for how he is right now. Obviously there is a possibility that he will regret it in the future but this was the right decision for now and it would probably be in a few years team that he will actually regret it if ever.

“Okay, we’ll let your coach know,” You told him making a mental note to call the coach tomorrow to inform him that your son was no longer returning to the team and that you wish them the best for the rest of the season. Best leave them on good terms just in case your son ever wants to return however if he ever wants to go back to football you’re certain you would go to a different team. Still best to leave on good terms just in case because you never know who’ll you’ll need or what will happen in the future.

“What do you want to do then?” Christian then asked like he did at the very start of the conversation.

“I don’t know,” Your son solemnly said like he was generally disappointed that he didn’t know what he wanted to do.

“That’s alright we’ll figure it out together,” Christian told him and he was being truthful. The three of you would work out together and find something that he enjoys and wants to invest time in and if not then you’ll have fun allowing him to try different activities. It’s his life and you and Chrostian are only here to guide and help when need be.

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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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Sleepy Dialogue Prompts

I know, I know.... the last thing I should be thinking about is even more new prompts/requests 🙈🙈🙈, but I came across a Sleepy Dialogue prompts list, and I LOVE every single prompt on it!

So, I have decided to keep this prompts list up for around 24 hours. What gets requested, gets requested. What remains, will be stored for later use.

This will probably be a prompts list for the long(er) run, but I hope to get some of these out rather soon 😇😇

Note upfront: Since I like writing for many different players and to keep things diverse, I will only be accepting one request from this prompts list per player. This will be on first come, first serve basis. Once a player has been requested, he will be removed from the list. Each prompt can also be requested just once.

Go to the prompts and request

Credit for the prompts list here

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roostersgirlfriendlovesf1 · 1 month

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you're losing me | charles leclerc

prompt: charles has been off the past couple of weeks and all y/n wants to do is help him, but what can she do when he won't open up? it's tiring feeling alone, but it's hard to speak up. will charles finally let her in or will it be the end?

warnings: angst and sadness, but it ends up ok lol

a/n: hey guys! this is just a one part story, but i would really love some prompts. please feel free to request anything! i write for bradley bradshaw, lando norris, charles leclerc, mason mount, jake sersein, and christian pulisic. i also love using songs as inspo so pls feel free to use a song as a prompt! thanks for the support!

The past couple of weeks had been a game of if Charles would speak when he got home or not. The endless amounts of sympathy y/n gave him didn’t seem to open him up. She thought that perhaps he would let himself enjoy life over the summer break, but she doesn’t think he has even said four words to her. The past few days he had left early for runs, climbing out of bed and getting back into it without so much as a squeak of a floorboard. Nightly rituals between them had been forgotten. This was only their third month… She thought. There were so many things left unsaid between them, things that she felt unimportant to tell him. Things she thought could be seen as coming off “too strong.” But she was extremely tired of feeling alone. She missed his arm around her as they watched the Monaco skies, she missed the smell of his hair after he showered, and she just missed the sound of his voice. Her clothes in his drawers dedicated to her started to feel misplaced. She felt like her presence started to feel like an intrusion. She was practically living with him, but it started to feel like she should be paying rent.

y/n sat on a barstool, waiting for Charles to come back from running whatever errand he hadn’t told her about. Her head was in her hands as she stared lazily out the window, dark clouds were forming. Click. The door opened. She looked at him, urging him to speak. He looked at her, a quick glance before walking into their room. She heard the water start running in the shower. A tight feeling formed in her throat. How can he not see there’s a problem? She placed her head in her hands and allowed herself to shed a few tears. A few minutes went by before the sound of footsteps interrupted her silence. She picked her head up. “Charlie?” She tries to get his attention. No answer. Nothing new. She’s not sure she even remembers what it sounds like when he says her name. A sigh leaves his mouth.

“Yes?”

“Where are you going?” She asked, just a simple question.

“Out to dinner.” He tied his shoes.

Please just look at me. Please just see that there is something wrong. A brief moment of silence. “Somethings not working.” She bit her nails.

“I don’t understand.” He shook his head, dismissing her statement.

“I know you don’t.” Her brows furrowed. This can still be fixed. Everything we built can still stand. “Charles, you haven’t said four words to me since you’ve gotten home. Hell, you’ve barely talked to me for weeks. I don’t know what to do!”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“You haven��t even touched me.” The room once filled with light felt cold and empty.

“Didn’t know you needed that validation.” He mumbled.

“A hug is seen as validation? A fucking hug from someone I haven’t seen or spoken to because he won’t respond whether it’s in person or over the phone!” Just pull me into a hug now, all will be forgotten. Please just hold me.

“I don’t have time for this right now.” Disappointment.

“It's now or never. I’ve given you the best I have.” Tell me what to give after that. Her voice caught. She stood, feeling vulnerable in his sweatshirt and his sweatpants. Silence again. Silence that he was not willing to break. “Okay.” She nodded. “I’ll be out of here by the time you get home. I just-” She ran a hand through her hair, “I just need a bit to gather my things.” Guilt panged in her chest, the feeling of being an intruder tearing through her. She held her head high as she walked into their room, grabbing an empty box from beside the trash.

“Y/n.” He stood in the doorframe. She willed herself to continue packing, despite her longing for his voice. “Y/n.”

“Enough!” She slammed the shirt she had started folding into the box. “Just go to dinner.”

“I didn’t fucking ask you to stay through anything!” He snapped. “I don’t need to see you or feel your embrace every time I come home from a shitty race weekend.”

“Good because it's never happening again! You won’t ever have to see me again after tonight.” The sound of thunder caused her to flinch. Charles’ face softened as he glanced out the window.

“You can’t leave tonight.” He shook his head.

“I’ll do whatever I want.” She seethed. She kept her head down, making no eye contact. “You’ll do whatever you want tomorrow when the storm clears.” He stated. Y/n held her breath until she felt his presence dissolve. The sound of his footsteps led her to believe he went to his sim room. She shut the door quietly before breaking down. Her face felt burning hot as she rapidly shoved clothes into a random backpack. She frantically tried to collect herself before stepping back into the living room. She held a box in her arms as she struggled to open the apartment door. Rain poured as she sheltered under the overhang of the building. Her heart pounded, all she wanted to do was get out of his way. Y/n made a run for her car and quickly opened the trunk, shoving the box inside before slamming it closed and heading back inside. The lighting of the apartment was dark as the natural lighting was miniscule. Charles had moved to the couch, a solemn look in his eyes as he scrolled on his phone. He glanced up to see y/n drenched in rain. “Mon coeur…” He watched her as she ignored him and kept walking back to their room. He followed her, attempting to talk, but was quickly denied as she reached their bathroom and quickly locked the door.

Y/n peeled off the wet clothes and glanced at herself in the mirror. A quick rush of feeling came back to her as she let out a sob, steadying herself on the sink counter. The coldness of the rain washed off of her as she bathed in the warmth of the shower, although the tears never ceased to flow. How does she pick up her life after this? The relationship was so public, that doesn’t just fizzle out.

She walked into the bedroom, towel wrapped around her. Charles was sitting at the foot of the bed, feet planted, head in hands. She quietly grabbed her undergarments, a shirt, and a pair of sleep shorts from the bag she had packed earlier and retreated back into the bathroom. She never did that. Charles thought. She never hid herself away instead of doing something so intimate as changing her clothes in front of him. She changed in the bathroom and washed her face. Y/n opened the bathroom door slowly and noticed Charles in the same position. “I’m so embarrassed.” He spoke.

“Now you talk…” She whispered.

“I’m so fucking emberassed with myself I can’t stand it.” He held the end of the sleeves of his sweater in his hands. “I know I don’t deserve you and I know I’ve treated you horribly. There’s no excuse.” He kept his composure. “My team is just so-so aggravating and for a while I viewed you as my escape from all that, but the more interested in me you got and the more you wanted to know the more I grew embarrassed. I’m embarrassed with my performance in the car and I’m embarrassed for you to see that I’m undeserving of you. I never wanted to tear you down with me though.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her body moved first. She sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Me too.” She kissed the side of his face.

“I love you.” He brushed the wet hair off of her face. “And I really don’t want you to leave.”

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whorekneecentral · 8 months

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Prompt 2: “be a good girl” and prompt 67: “you cocky bastard.” “what's that ? you want my cock?” with Christian Pulisic

They get back to the hotel after him captaining the Grenada game tn and he’s being a bit cocky after the win + reader kinda turned on by him w the captain armband

captain chris is so !!! (also so sorry this was in my inbox for so long) // prompts: “be a good girl” + “you cocky bastard.” “what's that ? you want my cock?”

There's something about a man in a captain's band that just does something to you and to see your boyfriend with that band around his arm, it just hits so different.

You find yourself staring at him, the two of you back to the hotel room. Christian drops his bag on the floor, dropping down on the bed. "I'm exhausted," he huffs, moving to lay properly.

You hum, emptying the contents on the bag. The little black band catches your eye. "I didn't know you could keep this," you spun the band around your finger as you climbed into the bed.

"Yeah, no one wanted it so," he shrugs, pulling you down to lay on his chest. You look up at him, fingers fiddling with the band.

"What?" He asks and your brows furrow. "What what?" You asked back.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He pulls the band away from you, making you pout slightly.

"If you're gonna take it, at least put it on." You grumbled.

"Oh," he sits up, smiling. "Is that what you want?" He taunts, slipping the band back into his arm.

"Shut up you cocky bastard." You huffed, looking away. You can't help the ache between your legs.

"What's that ? You want my cock?”

"Shut up," you giggled, the man pulling you back to him when you go to get off the bed. Christian's got you pinned under him on the bed, his lips ghosting over yours. "All you have to do is be a good girl and I'll give you whatever you want."

"Who said I want you?"

"Oh, sorry let me -" he goes to get up but you pull him back, wrapping your legs around him. "Oh just shut up and fuck me."

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic smut #christian pulisic x reader

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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first timer - c.pulisic

masterlist

requested: n

pairing: Christian pulisic x fem!reader

prompt: just lie back and let me take care of you.

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of nudity + mentions of oral + hints of a part two(?)

a/n: this had me smiling writing this 🫣

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

you’ve never been intimate with anyone before you met Christian. he was physical with his love, and he never pushed your boundaries, but it was starting to get ridiculous how much you stopped him from going too far.

your friends nagged you constantly for not being able to put out, ever. they were always telling you he would get bored and find somebody else worth his time. but the truth was Christian didn’t mind the wait, he wanted to do whatever you wanted whenever you were ready. it amazed you that there was a man out there who truly wasn’t just trying to get in your pants and then leave you.

when you first had the conversation, it made Christian smile at how innocent you were. of course, he understood how important it was to a woman to find the perfect guy to do it with, so he offered to be that guy whenever you wanted, and tonight you were finally taking up that offer.

you had gained a lot of courage to ask him that evening—even though him being your boyfriend and all it shouldn’t have—but there you lie watching him undress and slip on a condom.

“you can back out whenever, okay? just say stop and I will.” he climbed onto the bed where your naked body lay exposed. this was the first time he ever saw all of you, and he couldn’t believe how breathtaking you were under all those clothes. he wished for this to have happened a lot sooner than allowing his imagination to take control.

“is there anything you need from me?” you asked nervously playing with the necklace around your neck watching him get in position. you could feel the anxiety and adrenaline bubbling in your stomach, you were unsure what to feel.

“just lie back and let me take care of you.” was all he said before his lips crashed against yours receiving a hard passionate kiss. your hands wrapped around the nape of his neck, moving down to his back your finger nails gently dug into his skin.

“I need you to open your legs for me.” his demand was gentle, but still firm and you did what he asked. his hands ran up and down your thighs before grabbing your legs and yanking your body closer to his.

“this might hurt, but I promise it won’t be long.” you lie there nodding your head having no idea what to expect, until you felt the tip of his cock enter in your entrance and a gasp escaped your lips at the pain. you weren’t sure how people could find pleasure in this.

“ssh, I know.” he whispered, beginning with a couple of short quick strokes to help you get used to the feeling of him, before deciding to go a little bit further. he saw how your face scrunched and relaxed each time he went a little further, he loved the little moans and gasps he was receiving from you.

“feel okay?” he asked, watching you open your eyes and nod your head. you could hardly breathe because you were met with pleasure and pain. you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to make it until he found your clit and his tip flicked it just right letting cum meet the plastic around his cock.

“good girl.” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your neck before finally pulling out and deciding he had one more trick up his sleeve before calling it a night. his lips moved down your body until he got to your thighs where the nibbling began. you could feel the prickles of his facial hair against your warm wet skin allowing a moan to escape your lips. he felt so good against you.

his tongue lapped your folds hearing you moan his name tugging on his curls. he made sure to clean up the cum that was left down there, he couldn’t believe how sweet you tasted.

the sensation and chills running down your body felt good. you couldn’t believe how much more pleasurable this act was. it had you screaming for more and he listened to those demands.

your legs weren’t the only thing shaking, your breath was uneasy and your heart was pounding out of its cavity. you were ready to come a second time, but you weren’t sure Christian would want that, “can I?” you asked, the words barely escaping your mouth trying hard to not let it out.

“go ahead, baby.” his mouth was there to catch most of it before he decided to get up and grab a towel he placed on your nightstand.

“good job, you feel better?” he asked pressing a soft kiss to your forehead watching your shaking body grow comfortable against the bed again. all you could do was nod in response, there were no words to describe how thankful you were for him.

“next time, I’ll teach you how to make me cum.”

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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battlefield / christian pulisic

part 1: war is on

author's note: part 2, everyone! full-on angst for this one. physically ached while writing this, hope you like it 😭

wc: 1.119 words

requested: yes, here

summary: the backstory of what went wrong between christian and you which prompted your breakup. or, how the living room where you two used to live turned into a battlefield.

"love, are you home? i've got good news!" you say while untying your shoes and letting your bag drop loudly onto the floor. you aren't always this clumsy, but you're too excited to care about being this careless with your belongings. "living room!" your boyfriend answers, and you quickly make your way to the center of the house.

there you see christian, rather sprawled on the couch, phone in hand. only by the view you're greeted with, you can guess that he hasn't gotten home that much earlier than you, given that he's still in his training clothes, too engulfed with the mindless scrolling to actually get up and change. you drop onto the couch to hug him tightly, and he sighs contently at the newfound warmth your body brings. your voice goes a pitch up due to the exciting news you're about to tell him. "guess who has just signed the contract to become a coach in the next season of the voice!?," you announce, voice muffled by his chest.

you notice his body stiffens at hearing the announcement, and you detach your face from his torso to look at him, see what's wrong. you don't seem to understand why the good news isn't being received with a face splitting smile, and instead, a frown has settled in your boyfriend's features. "why aren't you happy about it?" you question, and he looks at you like you had asked the dumbest thing ever. "isn't that back in the states?" he asks, confused tone clearly noticeable in his voice. "yeah, and?".

"is this your way of breaking up with me?".

you can't, for anything sacred in the world, understand what he had heard coming out of your mouth to reach that conclusion. "what? no!" you say horrified, while detaching completely from him. you're now seated at his feet, while he gets his weight onto his arms to get a straighter position to look into your eyes and see if you really meant it. "why do you want to go back to the states then? you have everything here" he questions, voice cold but his expression now had turned to be rather sad, eyes glassy at the sudden idea that you could actually be ending your four year relationship. "i need to work, christian. this is a work opportunity" you tried to reason, but it looks like your boyfriend doesn't understand, or at least he doesn’t want to hear.

christian is seated far from you now, hands going into his face to rub the frustration away.

he fails, though, when his anger seeps into his voice. "y/n, you don't need to work. i can give you anything you need, darling," he reassures, reaching into your hands to make his point across. but the ways he’s looking for contact to seemingly calm you down while trying to downplay your career only enrages you more, and you’re instead repealed by the action. “and what do you want me to do instead?" you spat, getting up to pace the room before continuing. "sit at the bridge every weekend and look pretty for you? that's what you want me to do?”.

you don’t quite realize when or how it happened, but from one second to the other, it seemed that the living room you and christian were in at the moment, in your shared home, had turned into a battlefield: hurtful things being thrown at each other back and forth.

“fuck, no, y/n,” he shaked his head, getting on his feet to get closer to your frame. “i’m just asking you to wait until the season ends, and then we can go together,” your boyfriend tried to reason, turning his voice down to avoid the argument from escalating. “you’re clearly not hearing me," you scoffed, and gesticulating with your hands you continued to try and get him to understand why this was important, and why it couldn’t be delayed until the summer break. "is the voice we are talking about, christian. they’re not gonna wait for me".

"then it's not right for you".

your eyebrows frowned at his statement. "what do you mean by that? of course it's right for me. i've waited for this opportunity my whole life" you emphasized. in return, christian mocked, rolling his eyes, "you're only saying that because you already made up your mind". the laugh that left your lips was anything but genuine, filled with a sarcastic intonation. “i guess i did,” you reaffirmed, tears freely making their way over your cheeks now. "i guess we're done then,” he said, while taking the phone that was resting on the coffee table without giving you another look.

"don't you dare make me choose between you and my career,” you bitterly pointed out, voice cracking at the end of the sentence. he didn’t even turn around to answer. “why, because you’ll choose it over me?” christian coldly said, before leaving you alone in the living room, his stern figure, although blurry due to the tears that were clouding your vision, clearly disappearing into the kitchen.

"hey, you're okay?" a female voice brought you back to reality. it's not the first time that you have woken up from your reminiscing of your last encounter with your -now ex- boyfriend. this time, the one in charge of bringing you back to reality is camila, who looks down at you with a sympathetic smile.

you looked to your right and saw the woman in charge of doing your makeup for the first filming of the voice smiling widely at you, signaling at your reflection to point out you’re already done. you thanked her shyly returning the smile, although the emotion didn’t quite reach your eyes: something that had become more evident now, the happy facade seemingly breaking down once the news about your breakup reached the media a few days ago, making your phone blow up immediately.

not one day went by without you thinking that, maybe, if you hadn't been so damn stubborn, -and if christian had been more understanding too, things could have worked out. you didn’t even get to tell him that you weren't set to be in the states for that long, and you had maintained a long distance relationship before, with all the times you had gone on tour, or he had gone away to play for chelsea. but maybe you had reached the three year itch that many couples had, the make up or break up stage that everyone seemed to fuzz over the internet.

you didn’t think it would apply to christian and you before, but you soon realized that you might have gotten it all wrong from the start.

you nodded. "yeah, i'm fine".

part 3: the fix up

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footballerimaginess · 9 months

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We are or we aren't

5 for Pulisic please 🫶🏼 requested by @eatsleepbreathefutbol “it’s either we are or we aren’t. i’m not some little toy you can just play with, leave, and then come back to when you’re ready.” prompt taken from this list here Word Count: 469 You were sitting in your living room as you were relaxing for the evening with a glass of wine. All of a sudden you jumped out of your seat as the doorbell was ringing. "Hello, oh hi" you smiled as you saw Christian standing at the door as you let him in as he kissed your cheek gently before walking into the living room.

"Having wine without me I see?" you tutted loudly. "Yes, I have had a busy day and deserved a glass. Why are you here anyway?" you asked him as you watched him take a seat on the sofa. "I just wanted to see you" he smiled. "Oh what before you left for Milan?" you asked, taking him by surprise. "Yeah I suppose. Since when were you interested in football?" he laughed. "Always Chris, not just the teams you play for" you shrugged as you sat down opposite him. "You're in a mood aren't ya?" he questioned you. "Maybe because I don't like what is happening between us right now, there is something going on. I hate it, this. it’s either we are or we aren’t. i’m not some little toy you can just play with, leave, and then come back to when you’re ready.” you blurted out. "What? where is this coming from?" Christian looked at you puzzled. "You treat me like shit sometimes, I am here when you want me to be but other than that you just leave and don't see your weeks on end. You need to decide before you head off to Milan" you told him. "Where is this coming from again? I haven't led you on like you are making out, you can simply say no to me coming over. I don't understand" Christian shrugged again, looking even more confused at you. "I have felt like this for a while. you either want a relationship with me or not. You can't keep coming back for a few weeks like this and then disappearing on me. You need to decide what we are" you asked Christian as he looked unbothered by your mood. "I get you are annoyed by me, but I am doing nothing wrong. I am going to Milan tomorrow, so I won't be seeing you for a while. So I guess you get what you want" you laughed at his words. "Guess thats a bye then, you know where the door is" you stood up as you tried to usher him out. "Okay, that's that then. Bye" Christian walked off and waved. Sighing as you closed the door behind him as you realised how much of a mess this was and hopefully this was behind you. Despite how much you liked Chris, you knew things weren't going to work out no matter how much you wanted it to.

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libraryofloveletters · 5 months

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holiday extravaganza 2023!

hi besties!! those of you that have been around for a while now that the holidays are my favourite time of the year; christmas, new years, and my birthday.

so in honour of my favourite season, I bring to you; the holiday extravaganza 2023.

it's a bit different this year, I've picked out prompts and drivers/players that are attached to each. they are meant to be blurbs so they vary in length but aren't very long :) - I hope you guys enjoy these as much I did! - as always, thank you to @diorleclerc the beautiful banner :)

running from: December 20th to December 29th. // 4-5 blurbs a day :)

tagged under: holiday extravaganza blurbs 23

December 20th

Sebastian Vettel - The Right Way To Do It

Sebastian is the most meticulous person you've ever met in your life, and yes, that also translates to Christmas tree decorating.

Rodri - Don’t Fall

It was safe to say the man who comes from sunshine had yet to ice skate in his life. You made it your mission to change that; he was in Manchester, after all.

Carlos Sainz Jr - Always You

The infamous Sainz Christmas party. Every year your parents dragged you along and you only went to see one person. Your motives for going haven’t strayed despite growing up.

John Stones - Sing It With Me

John’s Christmas parties were famous for being crazy and unhinged, much like their host himself; because who else would end up drunk on a table, singing Christmas carols?

Jack Grealish - Made For You

His favourite time of the year; when you suggested the idea of matching pjs, Jack was all over it.

December 21st

Aaron Ramdale - Messy

Aaron can’t help himself when he comes home from training and finds you baking Christmas cookies.

Mick Schumacher - Say Cheese

Angie, much like her human father, hated to sit still for photos. Imagine the struggle to get both Schumachers to sit for a holiday card.

Paulo Dybala - Sweet Like Candy

You had started making holiday treat bags for your class with the help of your boyfriend, who seems to be puzzled by the long curved candy you put in the bags.

Charles Leclerc - Stuff It

Charles goes a bit over board seeing that it’s your first Christmas with him, as his girlfriend that is. He revives an old tradition you two had as children.

Max Verstappen - Gimme A Smooch

He was never one to indulge in things like mistletoe but since he begun to date you, he didn’t have much of a choice.

December 22nd

Lewis Hamilton - The Art Of Wrapping

As he does every year, the house is filled with shopping bags and Lewis struggles to wrap all of his gifts. This year, he has a secret weapon; you.

Christian Pulisic - A Solid Foundation

You and Christian have a contest to see who can build the best gingerbread house. Safe to say, you both went a little overboard

Kevin Magnussen - Something Doesn’t Taste Right

Your husband convinces you that he knows how to make eggnog, no need to buy it from the store. His father’s recipe is the best of the best.. that’s if Kevin can figure it out.

Yuki Tsunoda - A Sweet Treat

Over your years at Alpha Tauri, you developed a habit with your driver; a sweet treat left behind as a peace offering when something went wrong. This time, Yuki was the one leaving the sweet treat.

Fernando Alonso - Wrapped Up

Yet again, Fernando has forgotten to buy his Christmas gifts but there’s only one person that he cares to get something for.

December 23rd

Pierre Gasly - The Christmas Market

You were missing home quite a bit and Pierre decides to indulge in one of your favourite holiday traditions.

Jenson Button - Jingle Bells

The kids are convinced that they hear the bells on Santa’s sleigh, and Jenson is the exact same way.

Darwin Nunez - Burnt

Darwin suggests you host a dinner party at your place for a few of his teammates before you all head out for the holidays. He seems to have underestimate how much work goes into said party.

Son Heung-Min - Rudolph, The Red Nose Reindeer

The winter fair was in town and Sonny decides that you two should go pay the reindeers a visit, because that’s what Santa would want.

December 24th

Jude Bellingham - A Visit To Santa

Jude decides now that you two are back home in England to take his brother to do the one thing they always did as kids; visit Santa.

Virgil Van Dijk - Holiday Oopsies

A snowstorm hits Liverpool and Virgil decides it would be good to take the kids to the park. Even with a warning from you, someone ends up in the hospital on Christmas Eve.

Daniel Ricciardo - Holiday Tunes

He insists on making a playlist for the holiday party, picking the worst possible songs on the planet.

Ibrahima ‘Ibou’ Konate - Movie Stars

Ibou decides it would be a good idea for you two to make a vlog over the holiday break, just so he can keep his teammates updated.

Ruben Dias - The Lights Shining Down On You

The people of Manchester love Christmas, just as much as you do. Ruben makes it his mission to ensure that you get to see every single Christmas display there is to see.

December 25th

Antonie Griezmann - Glues Sticks and Pom Poms

Every year since moving to Atletico, his girls have helped him to make Christmas cards for his teammates; this year was no different. The three of them covered in glitter, glue and pom poms.

Dominik Szoboszlai - I Spy With My Little Eye

This Christmas was different. Dom made you work for your gift rather than giving it to you; following the clues through the neighbourhood to your final gift.

Erling Haaland - Moo-rry Christmas

Erling insists that Santa has to get cookies and milk for his journey to Norway. Now where you got that milk? Erling the Farmer was on the job.

Trent Alexander Arnold - Christmas With The Robertsons

Andy and Rachel have a holiday date night and call their two favourite people in the world to come babysit for them; auntie y/n and uncle trenty.

Andrew ‘Andy’ Robertson - Bumps and Bruises

You convince your boyfriend that it’d be perfectly safe to go down the massive hill.. except it wasn’t.

December 26th

Jordan Henderson - Chocolate Doors

Jordan buys your children a Christmas advent calendar, but they don't exactly understand the concept.

Jobe Bellingham - Must Watch

His training took over most of his time so now that he was on break, you insisted you two do nothing but laze.

Yassine Bounou - The Mystery Gift

The Sevilla players have a tradition of playing secret Santa amongst themselves. You're a bit confused when a gift ends up on your desk.

Achraf Hakimi - Unwrapped

Kylian invites a few friends over to celebrate Christmas with him and his family. You can't quite remember what happened the night before you know you don't remember the events leading up to this morning.

December 27th

Sergio Ramos - Christmas Cookies

The kids insist Santa must get cookies when he drops off his present. Sergio make sure they know that Santa stopped by during night.

Pato O’Ward - Roll Over

Home for the holidays and cooped up inside due to the rain, both puppies and Pato go a little stir crazy.

Sergio ‘Checo’ Perez - Work Place Friendly

RedBull hosts their annual holiday party, everyone sprawled out through the factory and you two ? Well.. that was a different story.

Thiago Alcantara - A Countdown To Midnight

Thiago insists on a new way to do the new years kiss, because waiting hours for one kiss wasn’t good enough.

Richarlison - A Brazilian Christmas

Rich stays in London for the holidays but he’s feeling bit home sick. You try your best to work with what you’ve got to cheer him up.

December 28th

Kylian Mbappe - Ho Ho Ho

When Santa’s elves weren’t at the workshop, his niece and nephew were a bit disappoint. Uncle Kyky finds a way to cheer them up, even if it earns him a few teasing comments from you.

Kostas Tsimikas - Mountains of Snow

Kostas insists that you two should go out into the snow and make a snowman. When you say no, he uses his skills of persuasion to get you to change your mind.

Mark Webber - Snowed In

It wasn't even his idea to go to Switzerland, and now he was stuck on New Year's Eve, in the worst place on the planet; the airport.

Esteban Ocon - Behind The Curtains

A school boy crush on his teammate; all it takes is a few sips of liquor and a photo booth to reveal his true feelings.

Lucas Paquetá - Box It Up

As long as it takes to put up, it comes down in half the time. Lucas doesn't understand the delicate process of re-packing your ornaments.

December 29th

Giovanni ‘Gio’ Reyna - I’m Not Wearing This

Gio tells your aunt that he loves the sweaters she knits. So when he's gifted one, you make sure that he wears it.

Joe Gomez - Stuck

You and Joe take a week off before Christmas hectic-ness to go up to the cabin and relax. The last thing you expected what to get snowed in.

Marcus Rashford - The Time For Giving

The last place you expected to bump into him was the exact place you seem to find him.

Kimi Raikkonen - New Years At Home

From partying to parents; you and Kimi celebrate your first new years with your baby girl.

Lance Stroll - Choo Choo Trains

Uncle Lance promised his nephew a toy train and when he remembers, he scrabbles last minute to find something.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 series #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football series

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blind date (not really)

pairing: christian pulisic (romantic), ben chilwell (platonic)

wc: 848

a/n: this is based on prompt from @jasminesfury

getting set up for a blind date but turns out they’ve had a one-night stand before

“i genuinely can’t believe you’ve convinced me to do this,” you said into your phone. you were sitting at your vanity getting ready for a date that your friend has set up. why you trust ben chilwell that much, you’ll never understand but here you were getting ready to spend the evening with someone you know nothing about.

“c’mon, y/n, you have to live a little. when was the last time you made a fulfilling connection with someone?” ben’s voice filled your room.

“i’ll have you know i make some very fulfilling connections with people,” you smirked.

you let out a laugh when he groaned at your insinuation. “i am trying to help you here! listen, y/n/n, you deserve to be happy and i’m sorry but having random guys in and out of your bed isn’t make you happy.”

“oh but this date tonight will?” you retort.

“maybe… the point is that you don’t know cause you don’t go on dates and give yourself that chance. also, i know this lad and he’s so nice he wouldn’t even hurt a fly.”

ben had come into your life unexpectedly a couple of years ago when you met at a random event in london. he had spilled a drink on your dress and gave you his jacket to cover up. you’d think that’d be the perfect meet-cute right? wrong. the two of you hit off in a very platonic way as you were fairly new to the city and he assumed the role of a city guide and as months went on, an older brother.

“you’re selling him so hard right now, he better live up to it,” you singsong as you applied a layer of lipgloss. you grabbed your bag and shoved some important items in there, gum being the most important.

you gave your outfit the once-over happy with what you pulled together. an all-black fit is what you loved to wear most despite it looking very morbid.

“i’m just about done chilly so i’m gonna head out but i’ll call you later, yeah?” you said with a finger hovering over the ‘end call’ button.

“sounds good. look, i’ve already sent over the restaurant he’s meeting you at so have fun and be nice…”

“aren’t i always?” you smile sweetly and pressed the red button ending the call.

in about 5 minutes flat you were in an uber heading over to an italian restaurant that ben had suggested. as you sat in silence while radio music played in the background, you made a mental list of what you actually know about this mystery guy. you knew that he was a friend of ben’s, that he was relatively attractive because ben swore he was “your type to a t” and that’s pretty much it.

you were looking forward to the date because deep down ben was right, you were tired of having random hookups. you wanted something that lasted. someone that was yours.

the car slowly came to a stop signalling that you arrived at your destination, snapping out of your thoughts you thanked the driver and headed inside.

you pulled out your phone and texted your date.

you walked into the dimly lit restaurant making your way around busy tables to get to the bar. you were about to whip out your phone and text the number ben slid you a couple of hours ago before you spotted a very familiar face…

before you could think of your next move, the man looked up and your eyes locked. you watched as the same realization crept in. ben had set you up with his teammate christian pulisic.

you pressed your lips trying to stifle a laugh because once again ben was right. christian definitely was your type which is why you hooked up with him… a month ago.

since he worked with ben and you were his friend, you decided to leave it as a one-night stand and never discuss it again.

he looked good, you thought. you’d always found it hot when he let his beard grow in.

“y/n,” he breathed getting off the cushiony stool and making his way to you. “you are…”

“you’re blind date? i am,” you couldn’t help but grin. now that you knew who ben had set you up with you were giddy. you’d always wanted to explore things further with christian but never did because you were too busy living your best single life but you’d be extremely dumb to pass up this opportunity.

you shifted uncomfortably under his hungry gaze. “are you happy it’s me?”

“are you kidding? I’ve never been happier about anything,” he said and you believed him. “you haven’t left my mind since that night.”

that confession only widened your grin as you looked away for a moment before echoing his sentiment. “and as much as i tried, you haven’t left my mind either.”

christian smiled widely as he held out his hand. “in that case, y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?”

you placed your hand in his. “thought you’d never ask.”

hope you enjoyed xx if you want to send in a request you can do it through my bio!!

#one shot #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic one shot #cp10 #football imagine #football one shot #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell x reader

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Put Respect On My Name - USWNT/Reader

I will say that I due use both Christen Press and Christian Pulisic in this fic but it’s not at the same time. So when you see the spellings change know that it’s a different person and I’m not just stupid.

prompt: Pulisic!Reader is at the December camp. Reader is pissed after she watches a break down of the men’s team and its made mention that Christian’s family must be excited because its the first time a Pulisic is going to a World Cup even though the Reader went to the 2019 World Cup.

warnings: none

words: 1817

(Y/N) POV

We were sitting around the conference room with one of the laptops hooked up to the projector so we could play the program that was breaking down our men’s team that would be in Qatar. As much as I had wanted to be in Qatar for the World Cup, Christian understood why I wasn’t going to be there. After all, I could be arrested and jailed in Qatar just for being queer.

“What about Captain America? Christian Pulisic?” Alexi Lalas asked. I perked up at that. “You have to imagine that the Pulisic family is excited about this after the men failed to qualify for the 2018 World Cup. And most people were looking at Christian Pulisic for that. But also because he’s going to be the first one in the family to ever go to a World Cup.”

I clenched my fist at that. It was bad enough that I usually had to deal with my parents overlooking my achievements for Christian’s, but to have someone do it so blatantly on TV was humiliating. I ignored the looks some of my teammates sent me.

“I mean, everyone is going to be looking at Christian to lead this team,” Alexi said. I shook my head at him because I couldn’t let him get to me. “And with how Christian’s younger sister has been playing? Well, that family needs something to look forward to. I mean, (Y/N) Pulisic has been forgettable in these last three USWNT matches. Horrible last three games for her and there’s still one more game on the table. They might even lose that game and break the record for the longest USWNT losing streak. So this family must be looking forward to seeing their son in the World Cup.”

I scoffed at that. My recent performances were the last thing I needed to hear about.

“Fuck this dude.”

I looked over my shoulder at Pinoe who was sitting behind me.

“First Pulisic my ass. We’ve got a Pulisic who has won a World Cup,” Pinoe said. She reached forward and ruffled my hair. “We all have bad games every now and then. You’ll get out of this funk.”

I did stick around to see the rest of the program. I knew it would be crucial for our guys to get a win against Wales or Iran. We were obviously going to be the underdogs against England, but I couldn’t wait to see the guys play in the World Cup. It would definitely be nice to see Christian play in his first World Cup.

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“Hey, don’t let what Lalas said get to you,” Christen said as I propped my phone up on the desk. “He’s just an idiot.”

“He said it for the whole country to hear. And that comment about this being the first time a Pulisic is at the World Cup?” I pointed out. I shook my head at that as I moved over to my bags. “It’s bullshit. I’m one of the best scorers in the world. I just won the Ballon d’Or this year.”

“Just make them respect you,” Tobin spoke up from the back ground. I rolled my eyes at that. “You have the skills. Just go back to your basics. Don’t try to be too complicated.”

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have to try to live up to an older brother who hasn’t even accomplished half of what you have,” I pointed out. “I have more caps, more World Cups, and more goals and yet everyone thins Christian is better than me.”

“Look, at me, (Y/N).”

I looked up to meet Christen’s eye as I sat my gear on the bed.

“You’re a great player in your own right. You just listed out all of the accomplishments you’ve already achieved and you’re only 22,” Christen said. “You’re gonna go out there and play against Germany and you’re gonna do great. You’re gonna show people why they should respect you.”

“I just want people to remember me for what I’ve done, not because of my older brother,” I said. I sighed as I rubbed the back of my head. “Don’t I deserve that?”

“You do, (Y/N),” Tobin assured me. I shook my head cause I wasn’t sure anymore. “You really do. Just make them remember.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Tobin is right though, (Y/N). You just have to go to the basics. Don’t be too complicated,” Christen said. I sighed as I threw my gear into my practice bag. “I’m serious. Don’t worry about your own performance but rather how the team is doing. Just go out and play for the win and the rest will come to you. It always has.”

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded. I knew that they were right. “I just gotta make sure we are getting the win. Hey, I gotta go. The bus leaves for practice soon. I’ll call you guys later though?”

“You can call either of us anytime, kid,” Tobin said.

I gave her a soft smile as I reached out to grab my phone before ending the call. Once I pocketed my phone, I grabbed my gear bag before heading out.

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“You know I don’t agree with what he said, right?” Christian asked through the phone.

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded.

Christian had called me as soon as I had gotten out of practice. I had been tempted not to answer, but I ultimately did because he wasn’t the one I was upset with.

“Obviously I’ve got to ask you for advice on how to deal with the pressure,” Christian said.

I smiled at that. Christian had always paid attention to how people often put me down even though my career had been more impressive so far.

“Just make sure you play to the best of your ability and you just play for the win,” I told him. Christian smiled at me.

“See? You’re already giving me great advice and the World Cup hasn’t even started yet,” Christian said. I chuckled at that. “Now I just need you to train me so I can win a Ballon d’Or.”

“Try moving to a new team.”

“Oh real funny, (Y/N).”

“Hey, you asked.”

The two of us just sat on the call in silence for a moment.

“Are you sure you’re not upset with me for decided not to go to Qatar?” I asked. It was something that was still really bugging me.

“(Y/N), answer this. If the World Cup was being held somewhere that wouldn’t arrest you for loving who you love, would you go?” Christian asked.

“Yeah, you know I would.”

“Then no,” Christian shook his head. “So long as you’ll watch the games and give me feedback on them, I don’t care.”

“Okay, but if you guys go to the final, I’ll be there,” I promised. Christian looked surprised at that. “You guys might surprise a lot of people.”

“Just go out there and show them why you’re the real Captain America in our family.”

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I broke out for the run as the ball was threaded through to me. I didn’t worry about trying to be fancy today. All I was worried about helping us win tonight. Before I knew it, it was just Berger and I. Then the ball was in the back of the net.

I immediately was running toward Pinoe. She ran out to meet me too.

“I told you that you’d get out of that funk!”

I grinned at that. It was now 3-1 as my goal had came after Sophia and Mal’s goals.

Just 5 minutes after that, I had a third goal on the night. I yelled as I ran toward the corner. I turned my back to the camera and pointed at my last name before turning back around.

“Put respect on my name! And don’t forget it!”

My teammates jumped onto my back.

“(Y/N) Pulisic is back!” Alex screamed as she threw her arms around me.

I grinned at that as we moved back to get ready for Germany to kick the ball. It didn’t feel like it was much longer until the game ended with the 5-1 win for us. I was stopped for an interview after the game.

“Congratulations on the hat-trick, (Y/N),” Aly Wagner said. I grinned and nodded at that. “What was going through your head today with this game?”

“Obviously we didn’t want to be the first USWNT team to lose four games in a row. But it was more for me, but I didn’t expect a hat-trick,” I admitted. I glanced over my shoulder at my teammates when they yelled my name. I shook my head at them. “Obviously, with the men going to Qatar for the World Cup here soon, we’ve been supporting our men and brushing up on the squad details. We watched a program to break down the men’s team and I just found some of the comments very offensive to me. I just want people to put the respect I deserve on my name.”

“Will you be going to Qatar to support Christian?” Aly asked.

“Unfortunately I will not,” I said with a small shake of my head. “I really would love to, but Christian and I have talk about it. I definitely wouldn’t have made such a decision without knowing how he felt about it. It always boils down to Qatar’s stance on the LGBTQ+ as we both would rather not risk that I would be arrested for being queer. Christian knows that if it was elsewhere then I would be attending too, but I did agree to watch the games and send him my own feedback.”

“You just mentioned putting respect on your name and giving your brother feedback,” Aly said. I nodded at that. “With that respect and obviously having won a World Cup yourself, does Christian ask you for advice?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” I nodded. We both often went to each other. “Christian and I understand each other better than most siblings do. He’s the one who taught me how to play soccer, but we’ve grown up practicing and playing together. We’ve been through these journeys together. Christian was the first person I told the first time I got called up for the senior team. And I was the first person who Christian called when he got his first call up. So I think we both ask each other for advice all the time, but I would never not try to help him.”

“All right, thank you and congratulations on the win and the hat-trick, (Y/N).”

I nodded at that before taking the headset off. I grinned as I headed back to the locker room. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the post Christian had tagged me in. It was a picture of me dressed as Captain America and he was calling me his Captain America in the caption.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #USWNT #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐜

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 ( 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐱 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓’𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 “𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄” )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

Erica never believed in fairy tales, sure as a child it was quite facile to be drawn to all the sugar coated sceneries that fairy tales provided, the classic tale of the princess and the prince falling love and achieving the happily ever after - a notion that Erica's parents were more than happy to destroy the day they sat her down to tell her that they were parting ways after what felt like a lifetime of hell, neither one had cared about her yet they seemed to only do so in that moment; pathetically asking if she was ok with it.

She was fourteen, had aged beyond her years and was so detached that all she could muster in that moment was a shrug and before she knew, she packed her belongings and moved with her mother to London as her mother had gotten a job in some law firm while Erica continued her studies up, years had gone by and Erica graduated with an honors in media and relations, however her deep passion lied in photography which lead her to get her first ever job, working for London's very own, Chelsea Football Club.

Everyone in Cobham as well as Stamford Bridge were quite kind and welcoming; however she, due to the emotional distress that her parents had put her through became so shut down that all she could do was muster a fake smile to get her through the day, she barely spoke unless she absolutely needed to, however she was oblivious to the young boy from Hershey, Pennsylvania who had moved to play here, the same boy that seemed to be curious by her.

The same boy, she had no idea will be; the greatest blessing she can ever hope for.

There'd been a common misconception that all football players were sleazy, sex raging addicts and while some definitely fall under that umbrella; Christian Pulisic was different, he'd made the first move to try and speak to her; and despite her cautious, short and rather curt answers, it did not seem to deter him from wanting to get to know her ultimately leading to an unspoken bond.

Break chats turned into food dates at each other's house, turned into movie nights, turned into something that neither one wanted to address by label, instead choosing to be cautious or in this case, he wanted to ensure that she didn't feel pressured.

" Can you believe it? " Erica breaks the silence, as they lied on his couch to watch an old cowboy movie.

" Believe what " Christian responds with a curious tone.

" That we're here, together " Erica mutters, " I .. I never really thought I could find someone that understands me "

Christian was aware of her past as she had disclosed everything to him one night and he held her in his arms while she cried, he smiles at her, " You can believe it, cause I'm not going anywhere "

And he never did, they continued embarking on a bond that can neither be described as a friendship nor a relationship, yet Erica knew that it spanned further than a friendship especially when, one evening while they were out - they sit on a park bench, and from the corner of his eye he noticed how she shivered from the breeze which prompted him to wrap an arm around her eliciting a smile to appear on her lips.

" Erica " Christian said, " I want to tell you something "

" Yeah " Erica responds, " What is it? "

He turns her to face him. " I like you, a lot " he blurts out, watching as her eyes widened. " will you be my girlfriend? "

Erica nods with a tearful smile, as he embraced her into his arms and kissed the side of her head, she murmurs. " You are the best thing that's ever been mine "

That was three years ago and to say that things had been a smooth sail, would be an understatement; the honeymoon stage was long gone, they were ready to take on the hardships of the world together as a couple - and it wasn't easy, she didn't move into his house yet but she spent more time there, so much so that he had an entire drawer of her things; every night after training, they lie in each other's arms and he listens as she slowly unveils more and more about why she became the woman she is today.

" Erica " she hears him murmur, " I promise you, that what your parents did will never happen again, we won't make their mistakes, it won't be easy " he presses a kiss to her shoulder, " but we'll make it work "

Christian was right, it wasn't easy at all.

Arguments ensued about bills, often times they'd come too exhausted and at the slightest discomfort, a fire of a fight begins in which venomous words are exchanged, Erica was young, so was he - they had nothing figured out except for the fact that they lived day by day, and it was hard for sure but she knew, she knew that their love was the only string holding them together, albeit barely with all the cracks that appeared.

One night, he suggested a stroll by the River of Thames and while they walked in pure silence, Erica stopped to truly drink the sight of the many lights across London, Christian stands next to her yet he wasn't looking at the view; rather he was looking at her, as he'd noticed just how dull her look on life used to be but now it was different, she truly and completely believed,

And for that he promised that no matter what, he would always stay, and that included in the bad times.

One night, they had a fight; she barely recalls what that fight was about - something about him leaving his dirty clothes out or dragging dirt in the house, she doesn't remember anything but screams and shouts, verbally venomous words that were spewed in the heat of the moment which ultimately lead her to storm out of the house at around 𝟐:𝟑𝟎𝐚𝐦, it was becoming draining for her to stay in and unbeknownst to her, he followed her right out onto the street.

" ERICA! " Chris shouts running after her.

She barely acknowledged him until she felt herself being tugged back into his embrace, " What! " She yells.

" Are you crazy? " Chris states, " You can't run off like this "

" I ... " Erica's throat dries up, she can't seem to find the energy to say anything which ultimately leads her to grow silent and brace herself for what he will say, or worse, the possibility of a breakup.

But instead, Christian places both his hands on her shoulders to get her to look at me. " Listen to me, I am not going anywhere so don't even think that I'm going to walk away "

" People walk away from my life, they all leave me Chris " Erica cries as she furiously wipes away her tears, " So you should probably go "

" Erica " Christian cuts her off, " When we sat in the park, I remember how we felt - pure and unconditional love that we were both too afraid to admit, me more than you because I knew you'd be scared to dive deep but the truth is, from the moment I saw you in Cobham I knew that I was in love with the careless man's careful and gorgeous daughter "

Erica blinks away the tears, " Chris "

Christian grabs her hand, " I'll never leave you alone, do you hear me? I am never leaving you "

And he never did, they'd taken the chance of the International break to visit his hometown; she'd met his parents and they adored her to bits, his sister showering her with so much love because according her, Erica was the reason for Christian's happiness and in reality, it was the other way around.

All these moments, good and bad, happy and sad had lead Erica to this very moment; where is now dressed in a beautiful form fitting white dress, her hair pinned to the side with a flower pin on top. Christian was styled to the nines with a dashing suit, and behind them stood their loved ones while the rest were seated to witness them solidify their love and after Christian had tearfully expressed her vows, it was Erica's turn.

" A long time ago, I had convinced myself that love didn't exist and that I would be content with living alone " Erica begins with a shaky voice, smiling when Christian squeezed her hand. " And low and behold, a shy but wonderfully kind boy from Hershey, Pennsylvania manages to weasel his way into my heart "

Christian chuckles.

" I tried to push him away but he persisted, he never gave up until I found myself believing in love again, so in front of our family and in front of God, I vow to protect your heart, to love you on the good days, the bad days and everything in between, to never let the darkness consume us and to always lead with purity, love and kindness until death do us part "

The priest smiles, " Do you Christian Pulisic take Erica Maine to be your lawfully wedded wife? "

Christian beams, " I do "

" Do you Erica Maine take Christian Pulisic to be your lawfully wedded husband? "

Erica smiles, " I do "

" Then by the power vested in me and by the state of Pennsylvania, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife, and you may now kiss your bride "

Christian whisks Erica into a kiss as their loved ones clap and cheer for them, Erica pulls back and rests her forehead on his. " I love you " she whispers.

" I love you too " Christian smiles.

Six years later,

" Daddy, Daddy again! "

Six year old Willa whines cuddling up to Christian after listening to the story of how her parents met, " Please, I wanna hear the story again "

" It's too late kiddo, time for you to sleep and besides tomorrow is your first day of school "

Christian and Erica had moved to Milan after Christian left Chelsea in search of a fresh start, Erica was able to get a job at the club as well which made it easy for them to drive to and from work together.

" Ok " Willa murmurs, yawning as she covered herself with the blanket.

Christian presses a kiss to her forehead and tucks her in, " good night baby "

He carefully walks out of the room and heads to the kitchen where his wife was cleaning the dishes, smiling to himself he walks and wraps his arms around her surprising her before she leaned back into his embrace. " Hey you " she murmurs.

" She fell asleep " Christian whispers. " Do you think we can get a few minutes alone? "

Erica hums, " Maybe, if you keep your voice down "

Christian feigns a hurt expression, " I'm not loud " he states, " besides I'm not the one who's like a kitten when I touch her, not that I object by any means " he smirks, laughing when she swats his hand.

Erica turns to face him, " I love you Mister Pulisic, you are the best thing that's ever been mine "

Christian smiles, pecking her lips. " I love you too Missus Pulisic, my most prized girl, after Willa " he murmurs.

" I know " Erica giggles.

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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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An Alphabet of Prompts

Since it is my birthday this Saturday (another year older, yeah... 🤪), here is my present to you: An Alphabet of Prompts! It's just what the title says: an alphabet of prompts! There's a one-word prompt for each letter of the alphabet. You can find the link to the prompts list (including a list with who I write for) and the form to request at the bottom of this post.

Note upfront: Since I like writing for many different players and to keep things diverse, I will only be accepting two requests from this prompts list per player. This will be on first come, first serve basis. Once the two requests have been reached, the player will be removed from the list.

Each prompt will only be written once. This is also on a first come first serve basis.

Happy requesting! 😇😇😇

GO TO THE PROMPTS AND REQUEST

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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Halloween/fall prompt list 🍂

I've always wanted to do a themed prompt list and because autumn is my favorite season I thought this was a great place to start! (I promise I am working through my last one, I have a few coming out in the next couple of days before this one starts) Some are just general prompts and some are dialogue, they can either be stand-alone stories or if you want to pick several prompts to go together you can do also 🧡

Like always just send in the number of the prompt & the player/driver you would like (if you want to add your own scenario please feel free to do so). If the person your would like is not in the list below just send me a separate request and I'll see what I can do! Again thank you so much for the support, I adore you all 🤍

The ones in purple are available xox

Pumpkin carving Daniel ricciardo*

Pumpkin picking Lando norris

~Walks in the rain Lewis hamilton

Watching scary movies Lewis hamilton

*Thunderstorms Mason mount

~bookshop dates Lewis hamilton

Trick or treating Ben chilwell

~Crunching leaves Lewis hamilton

Car picnic Mason mount

*Sharing a blanket Mason mount/Daniel ricciardo

Late night baking Daniel ricciardo*

A very autumn pregnancy reveal Lewis hamilton

* "Here take my sweater!" Mason mount

"Look, I'm dressed up as you!" Lewis Hamilton

"Your hands are cold!" Ruben dias

"We're definitely lost!" Ruben dias

"I am not wearing that to meet your parents (y/n)!" "But it's Halloween!" Ruben dias

"There's a leaf in your hair.." Ruben dias

"I think there's someone in the house..." Lando norris

* "mhmm... your so warm!" Mason mount

"That's how you chose to carve your pumpkin?" Christian Pulisic

"I can't sleep.." Mason mount

"come under the covers with me!" Daniel ricciardo

"What are you reading, pumpkin..." Ruben dias

Mason mount 🤍 Ben chilwell 🤍 Lewis hamilton 🤍 Lando norris 🤍 Felipe drugovich 🤍 Ruben Dias 🤍max verstappen 🤍 Daniel ricciardo 🤍 Marcus armstrong 🤍 Pierre gasly 🤍 charles leclerc 🤍

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whorekneecentral · 8 months

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oooo okay okay okay

christian pulisic with the prompt “no one’s here you can make as much noise as you want” and it’s giving like him and your brother are team mates and you know a cheeky my sisters off limits and you guys are sneaking around SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF THAT FR

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even tho I hate chelsea with a passion, it's set during Chris's time there. reader is ben's little sister <3 // prompt: “no one’s here you can make as much noise as you want”

There's one rule Ben had in place for you: teammates are off limits.

You usually followed the rule, you didn't care for his teammates in any other way than as friends. Frankly none of them interested you until you met him.

Tall, tanned, handsome; he made you swoon in every way possible.

The two of you met at Mason's birthday. your brother brought you along, telling you that it would be a sibling night out but he ended up ditching you for his friends. You didn't mind, you figured as much. You were hanging out in the yard when Christian spotted you, starting a conversation with you. You two took a liking to each other, chatting the entire night away until your bother came looking for you.

Christian messaged you on Instagram the next day, that turned into iMessage, then phone calls and eventually you were on FaceTime every night until he finally asked you on a date.

Things were lowkey, your brother would freak the fuck out with a capital F if he found out you two were seeing each other.

Chelsea was playing at home, Ben had told you to come down to see him play; you were already coming to see Christian but Ben didn't know that.

The match ended 1-1 and your brother wanted to head home, somehow thinking that meant you had to leave as he was leaving.

"Well what are you sticking around for?" he asked, eyeing you suspiciously when he sees Christian headed your way.

"I don't want to get stuck in traffic, Benny. I'll drive home in a bit, you go on."

"Okay, you're sure?" He asked, pulling you into a hug.

"100%, we'll do dinner another time." You kissed his cheek, waving to him as he walked away. Christian kept his distance, nodding towards the exit after ben was out of view. you nod, shooing him away - your way of telling him you'd meet him there.

The drive out of Stamford wasn't as hectic as expected, you left 10 minutes after your brother but headed to Christian's place instead. The moment you two pull up to his place, he's pulling you inside.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off of you," he tells you, kissing you. You roll your eyes, "you can't even see me from down there."

"Yes I can," he laughs, the two of you settling on the staircase right in front of the door.

Christian is tugging on his sweats, pushing them down enough to let you fuck him there. “What about the couch-” “No time, come here,” your boyfriend pulls you back, his hand sliding under you to pull your panties to the side from under your skirt.

“Chris!” You swat his hand away but he’s already lined you up with him.

“What?” He asks, lips against yours when you sink down onto him, the two of you letting out a satisfied sigh at the same time.

Your chest pressed to his as you bounced on his lap, rocking back and forth as he held you in place. “So perfect,” he whispers against your skin, kissing the crook of your neck.

Your forehead pressed to his, arms over his shoulders as you let out a satisfied hum at the feeling of him stretching you out.

You never got used to the feeling, but it felt better every single time.

His hand on your hip guiding you, letting you bounce on his lap, his name falling from your lips. He peppered kisses along your neck, “no one’s here, you can make as much noise as you want,” he reminds you; his subtle way of telling you to say his name.

His name falls from your lips over and over again, your hand tangled at the back of his hair, tugging on it until he kisses you to shut up.

He feels you clench around him, your hips stuttering and he knows you’re close. His hand moving from your mouth to between the two of you, fingers rubbing circles over your clit.

“Good girl,” he whispers, rubbing your back softly. Your arms over his shoulders as you hug him. "You should come over more often." He mumbles into your neck.

"Just let me move in," you joked but he nods, "I'll cut you a key."

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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confusion & confessions - c.pulisic

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v-day collection

requested: n

pairing: Christian pulisic x fem!reader

prompt: “Only if you promise to be my valentine.”

warnings: kinda short + one mention of a fling + anxiety(?)

a/n: this is part of my Valentine’s Day collection! remember if you want a Valentine’s Day imagine or blurb you need to submit it before February 28th, 2023!

it’s been six agonizing months with Christian where you had no clue what you were. you didn’t overstep any boundaries of your siutatuonship(if that’s even what you would call this) to cross the threshold of a relationship. he seemed to make no effort to make it clear what he wanted, while you constantly hinted at being bored of waiting.

there were many nights where Christian came to you and did things that made you think ‘finally we could get out of this’ but then things would return to the normal late night fling. it was exhausting fucking up your sleep schedule for a stupid American.

and to make all matters even more confusing, he asked you on a date for Valentine’s Day. so there you sat at your vanity, struggling to remain calm in a cloud of confusion. you’d be lying to say you didn’t grow feelings for him, because you did. there was something about his charm, humor, and appeal that just made him lovable. some nights you spent fighting sleep wishing he was occupying the cold empty space next to you.

finishing your makeup, you let out a long shaky breath before turning over your phone to see the time was just reaching of his arrival. your phone was set on ‘do not disturb’ to ignore all the incoming texts from your friends telling you not to go out with him. they hated seeing you like this, but he was the closest thing you ever had to a Valentine’s Day date. and you couldn’t turn down the opportunity to see him in a suit.

getting up from your vanity, you turned to the red dress that hung on a hook of the back of your bedroom door. you ran your fingers down the silk before slipping into it, to now admire yourself in it in your mirror. he was so incredibly lucky tonight. because if it weren’t for your desperation to be out on this day, you would’ve said no. he’s put you through too much torture you couldn’t bare it anymore. so yes, this was his last chance at you.

the soft knock on the door was enough to pull you away from the mirror and go open the front door to your apartment to see him standing there with a bouquet of roses in hand, “happy Valentine’s Day, y/n.” he stepped inside handing off the roses to you now, and you gladly took them. you noted to yourself that he looked handsome. the blue suit jacket and white collared shirt, it was a sight to send butterflies and chills.

“most sex buddies usually just send them a link to an STI check, but this is more thoughtful.” you pressed a soft and quick kiss to his cheek before heading off to find a vase to place them in.

he scoffed at your words, thinking you were much more than that to him. even if he had a hard time expressing it, he really did like you. he just was horrible at saying it. his sister had to remind him that women are not mind readers.

“come on, aren’t we more than that?” he asked following you into your kitchen, where you ran the water for the fresh flowers to be soaked in.

looking up, you were met with his beautiful chocolate colored eyes, they were engulfed by your every movement, he just couldn’t remove them from you. it was your turn to scoff now shaking your head, “I don’t know, you never give me a clear sign.”

his eyes widen feeling taken back. he may not have been as emotionally intelligent as you were, but he thought he made it clear. he could recall the amount of times he came to your rescue at 3am, and the amount of times he’s begged for you at the ungodly hour. your ideas of quality time were both different, but it didn’t mean he didn’t like you any less. he just could never get the words off his chest.

sighing now, he ran his fingers through his hair, anxiously, “I guess that’s my fault. I do like you, and that’s why I asked you to go out with me tonight. so will you be my girlfriend?” his words sent an enormous amount of relief and excitement through your body. you could finally relax hearing those words. it made a smile spread big across your face.

you moved from the other side of the kitchen to him. your lips met for a quick second before you pulled away, “only if you promise to be my Valentine?”

“oh absolutely.”

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julianalvarez9 · 11 months

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christian with prompt 28; sweating just thinking about it

finally / christian pulisic

prompt 28 (“I want to have my way with you.”) from the smut prompt list.

pairing: christian pulisic x lampard!reader (don't ask)

wc: 1k words

warnings: smut with a plot, alcohol and the consumption of, fingering, kinda public sex?

christian and you had been going back and forth for way too long for his liking.

it had only been sexual tension for the longest time, with you two clearly liking each other from the beginning. the fact that your dad was his manager made things a bit more difficult, that's why you two hadn't done anything about it yet.

apart from that one try at a party, which mason kindly interrupted.

"mate, you've been there for way too long! are you okay?"

panic cursed through your veins when hearing the english's words behind the door. you jumped from the bathroom countertop as fast as your dizzy mind let you, although christian made sure to stabilize you, holding your waist, to ensure you made it safely to the floor. his hair was messy due to how you were pulling at his black locks, and he certainly had a tent on his pants due to your heated session. "i'll distract him so you can sort yourself out, yeah?".

you're out through the door before he can oppose your idea. thankfully, you're not as disheveled as the man in front of you is, even if he wasn't the one in a full makeout session in the bathroom just seconds ago, before being interrupted.

"y/n? what are you doing here?" his tone was confused, and at first, you thought he would be too sober to buy your lie. "touching up in the bathroom" you excused, pointing with your thumb to the door where you had just come from. "who were you looking for, anyways?" you questioned. "christian. i thought i had seen him entering through that door" mason points in the same way you have done just seconds ago, and you thank the bad lighting in the club for hiding your flustered cheeks at the mention of the guy who was certainly inside the bathroom.

"whoa, you for sure have drunk a lot. you're lucky i'm not my dad, no?" you giggled nervously at that, but mason didn't catch onto it, instead tilting his head back in laughter. "come on, let's go get you sober up", you said, in an attempt to get him away from the door to the female bathroom where the american was currently. thankfully, mason's alcoholized brain didn't oppose your idea, and instead, joined you cheerfully.

safe to say, christian had been angry at the englishman for a whole day, even if the poor mason didn't really know the reason. to christian, being a massive cockblock and, at the same time, being so drunk to remain oblivious about it, was enough reason to stay angry for a whole training session.

but he was worried about you. he hadn't seen you since last night, and he feared that you would've been too hungover to make it to work the next day, but thankfully, you were in your office when he went to look for you.

"what are you doing here, christian?" you asked once he got inside the room, almost not waiting for you to give him the green light to actually get in. "we were in the middle of something last night," he says, and you roll your eyes, incredulous that he thinks this is an appropriate space to continue what you had started. "told you i wanted to have my way with you, and i will.”

"you're insane", you say, but still, get up from your chair to make your way towards him. he extends his arms to get a grip on your waist as he pulls you in, chests clashing against each other before your lips can do the same. it's messy, rushed, and you're glad the curtains covering the windows that face the training pitch are closed. your arms fly in the air, crossing behind his head to get him even closer than he already is.

christian's impatient as he fiddles with the buttons on your skinny jeans, to get them off of you quickly; both know there's not much time, and you can't be as loud as you'd like to be, so you try to muffle your moans when he touches you through your underwear. "need m-more than that, christian" you beg, and he complies, first sliding your undergarments off so he can work properly.

you groan, annoyed, when his lips turn away from yours, until he lowers himself to spit directly onto his fingers, coating them with his saliva before they find your bundle of nerves. the new sensation has you squirming away, biting your lip harshly to avoid making any indecent sound as he makes quick work of his fingers in a circular motion. "still want more?" christian cockily asks, and when you nod eagerly, his hand continue traveling south, until his experienced fingers find your awaiting hole.

the moans you're producing directly into his ear spur him on, and even if he wanted you to beg for his fingers, he pushes one past your wet entrance, and you feel your knees going weak. you're helpless against him, backed only by the door behind you, and you feel yourself slowly falling apart due to the way his fingers seem to touch you just right, like he knows his way around your body even if this is his first time properly touching you.

"can you take one more?" christian mutters, and he groans when your wall tightens against his digit. he takes that as a yes, and kisses you messily before another finger slides into you, effectively trapping your moans into his mouth. the pace of his fingers thrusting into you is heavenly, and you're not far from falling apart from the pleasure he's giving you.

"you look so pretty swallowing my fingers, baby" christian grunts, pleased with the sight of his digits disappearing inside of you. "i'm sure you'll look even better when you're swallowing my cock, won't you like that?".

the pure filth he's whispering into your ear pushes you to the edge, your back arching at the sensation of your orgasm ripping through you, while his fingers keep the relentless pace, moving in and out of you.

christian stops when he hears your choked cry due to the overstimulation caused by how he's still touching you, even when your legs are trembling. if it wasn't for his hard grip on your waist, you'd be on the floor by now. "you were so good for me, baby. you did so good", he whispers in your neck, depositing a small kiss there, before taking his fingers to his mouth to taste you. annoyed at his try to rile you up, which is working, you roll your eyes. the next time he opens his mouth to talk only makes you grow more flustered. "please, tell me you are free tonight".

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