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Snowed In

player: Cody Gakpo words: 1101 warnings: oral (f) request: Cody Gakpo - smut - upto 1000 words - heyy, I don’t have a specific scenario/story for him plus this is my first time submitting a req 😅 but I wanted to go for smut maybe to everyone’s eyes he seems like the good guy that is always nice but in the bedroom he’s so dominant and filthy yk. It can be anything honestly idk that I just want filthy smut 🫠 Thank you!!

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The morning had started off with a hard, thick frost which had quickly turned into snow flurries. Flurries which, despite Cody’s hopes, not melted as the day had gone on and had only become heavier and thicker. With three hours to go before their date was due to start, red weather warning alerts had been sent out an hour ago advising anyone who didn’t need to head out, to please stay at home. 

The club group chat was already alive with messages pouring in with everyone wanting to know what was happening with the training schedules if the snow kept coming down, not to mention the upcoming match that they were due to travel for. 

1 new message. The text appears as a push notification from a number he doesn’t recognise but his stomach sinks as he reads the preview. 

Dear    C.Gakpo, we’re sorry to notify you that due to adverse weather conditions, the restaurant will not be open tonight. Should you require another night, your booking will be honoured and prioritised. We apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused. Thank you.

The sigh that comes from him is one of disappointment and well what the hell do we do now? If restaurants weren’t opening, then the likelihood of them getting takeout was slim to none. The fridge hadn’t been stocked thanks to the booking, and he wasn’t too sure what would be in the freezer, but whatever was in either of them wouldn’t be a patch on what they were hoping to eat. 

While he appreciates that this is out of their control, he’s also not oblivious to the fact that each day leading up to Christmas is also no doubt fully booked up too. He wasn’t the type to name drop to get a table and so securing the one he had reserved had been a task in itself. The romantic evening he’d planned, with hopefully enough seduction throughout the night, had been exactly what the two of them had so badly needed and now he was faced with no dinner and little excuse to seduce.

He makes his way through the house, wondering how to explain the situation as she had headed into the shower to begin to get ready almost twenty minutes ago with the assumption that all was going ahead still. Turning into the bedroom, he finds her sitting on the edge of the bed in her towel with her phone in hand. The small smile that she gives tells him she’s already guessed the outcome of the evening. 

“Well, tomorrow looks to be a work from home day.” She tries to joke. “There’s worse company I can think of to have when we’re snowed in.” she puts her phone to the side and leans back on her hands. The action knocks her towel, causing it to come undone ever so slightly. It’s enough to gather his attention, and he steps forward enough to place his hands on her knees. 

“That doesn’t help though that my plan for tonight was to wine and dine you.” he takes her in as he speaks - not just her face, he drags his gaze over her towel covered body while making sure that he’s not shy about his intentions. His fingers trace the hem of the towel at the top where it falls away. “So how do you propose I fix that issue?”

“We have some wine downstairs, I stocked up on enough for the christmas period. So that’s one thing we can tick off.” her hand tugs the towel on her thighs a little higher, giving him enough of a gap to be able to see a glimpse of her pussy.

“So that leaves something to eat,” he concludes, the fingers which linger on the towel flick it across her body, allowing it to open up and reveal her damp torso too - his train of thought now in a completely different place to earlier when he was deciding what to have. “It wouldn’t be right for all of your hard work to go to waste,” he says, slowly dropping to his knees as he positions himself between hers. 

��You don’t need any persuad…ing” she says, breath hitching in her throat as she feels his mouth against her. He doesn’t, not when it comes to her anyway. A few strokes of his tongue against her makes her lay back flush against the bed, her legs opening further with instinct. Cody fully opens the towel up to expose every part of her body fully and savours the sight before him. He runs his hands over her thighs before hooking her knees over his shoulders, splays his hands on her hips to stop her from moving and begins to use his tongue to dart between her clit and her entrance. She curses between pants, her every thought now about the man between her legs and his mouth. 

He groans against her as his tongue pushes inside, lapping away at the wetness that he’s caused and angles his face in such a way that his nose rubs against her clit. One hand fists the bedding, the other strokes over his hair as he says “I will never tire of eating this pussy.” Her back arches in response as his lips wrap around her tight bud and the tip of his tongue flicks against it mercilessly. The feeling of being restrained, pinned down and unable to move while he tongue fucks her to an orgasm is like no other. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks, peeking up at her as his tongue circles her clit lazily with an occasional flick just to make her legs tremble.

“Y-yours.” she whimpers, fingers now clutching hopelessly at his short hair in a desperate attempt to push his face back to her. 

“So impatient.”

“When it comes to you, alwa-” her words are cut off as Cody slips two fingers into her soaking hole, curling them up to her sensitive spot within and sucks her clit between his lips and begins to pump his fingers in and out of her. The combination is lethal and any slow build of her climax is escalated. 

The hand that remains on her waist moves, allowing his arm to cover that area instead; holding her against the mattress to stop her from writhing around and fucking herself against his hand and mouth. He holds her there, leaving her with no choice but to take everything that Cody gives her, leaving her with the realisation that he won’t stop until the bedding is soaked, and she’s begging for some temporary reprieve.

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pairing: antoine griezmann / you / Rodrigo de Paul words: 1391 warnings: fingering, nipple play, threat of public pussy eating. a/n: this is part of their upcoming series which I cannot wait to fucking share with everyone. admittedly, this part is written before I've actually got there in the plot currently, but still! enjoy!

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You realise the concept of the polyamarous relationship was something new for most, but the men’s teammates and staff had done everything to make the three of you feel comfortable and safe while in the environment of the club. And even though no-one had made any comments - or at least not to any of your faces -, being here again a year after everything had become out in the open, it had still left you feeling a little nervous. Rodri had held your hand as Antoine had rubbed a soothing pace across the bottom of you back, only for you to see that the three of you had been placed together with you in the middle had made you feel happy, if not slightly overwhelmed by your own emotions. 

The two of them had sat with their hands on each thigh as they’d talked to others while absentmindedly stroking over your covered skin, with one of them occasionally turning to you to whisper things not meant for public hearing. The way they’d both looked at you throughout the night, the subtle touches here and there and the not so subtle glances had left you feeling some sort of way.

Once home, Rodrigo had left the two of you alone while he headed to the kitchen to pour some drinks and so you’d lead Antoine upstairs. His suit jacket was left downstairs, he’d shrugged out of it as you’d kicked off your heels and as you turn to look at him, he’s following quietly behind you with the only sound coming from his footsteps. His fingers undoing his cufflinks and pushing the sleeves of his dinner shirt up to his elbows, exposing his tattoos and thick watch which lay across his wrist. It was an innocent action and yet, it felt incredibly intimate to watch. 

His eyes lift from his hands to lock with yours as he begins to unbutton the shirt from the collar down, exposing inch by inch of his chest. “Something on your mind?” 

“You ask me this, like you hadn’t spent a good portion of this evening telling me how much you want to eat my pussy while trying to hitch my dress up.” 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He smirks as he finishes opening up his shirt. You want to stroke your fingers over his shoulders, over his chest and down to the waistband of his boxer shorts…and lower. 

“Come here and put those hands of yours to use,” you say, turning around and moving your hair out of the way so that he has access to the buttons that go down the back of the dress. He’d helped you into the dress, it was only fair that he helped you out of it. 

He’s quiet as he steps towards you, fingers lightly brushing over your nape as he begins to unbutton the first one. It feels as though he’s working slowly, deathly slowly as you feel him work down your spine. When the dress falls away from your shoulder, he places a light kiss there. And another one a little higher, getting closer to your neck as he continues. You make a little happy hum as his hands near the bottom of your back, his hands gently stroking over the skin as they start their journey back up to your shoulders where he pushes the dress from your arms, and from your body. Despite the hefty price tag that they’d paid for it, it pools at your feet and lays forgotten as Antoine turns his attention to the rest of you. 

“Nice lingerie,” you feel the smirk that presses against you with each kiss. “Where’d you get it?”

“Oh, this old thing?” you say, mirroring his tone. “I can’t remember where I picked this up from,” you say, knowing full well it was an early present that was given this morning along with the dress. While the dress was planned, the underwear was very much a pleasant surprise and knowing that you were wearing it, something they’d envisioned you in gave you a little thrill. 

His hand cups your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple which protrudes through the material and you press back into his chest as he kisses higher. 

“Starting without me?” Rodri asks as he appears in the doorway, large hands grasping the glasses but his attention is on the two of you rather than the occasional spill of liquid. 

“It was only fair. I’ve waited long enough for something to happen.” you reply quietly, savouring the feel of Antoine across your skin.  

Rodrigo places two of the glasses down and takes a long drink from his own, trying to keep his eyes on you the whole time. “It’s not as though I could have laid you out on the table and eaten your pussy in front of everyone now, could I?”

“Right now, I’m wondering why not.” 

“But we’re not there now, are we?” Rodri asks as Antoine pulls your breast free and Rodrigo dips his head to close his lips around your nipple. You can feel Anto hardening against you as he presses more kisses to your skin and his fingers begin to wander down to the hem of your underwear. Your stomach sucks in, your eyes flutter closed and the breath that you sucked into your lungs begins to feel like molten lava the longer you hold it there but you only have the mental capacity right now to concentrate on one thing: what they’re doing or breathing and right now, your breathing remains held. 

As much as you try to keep your composure, the feel of both mouths and the slow descent of Antoine’s fingers into your panties is making you go against everything you’re trying to do. Your head drops back ever so slightly and it’s then that you exhale and breathe in a series of quick gulps. Antoine takes this as an opportunity to press his lips to yours, he kisses you slowly, savouring the first few moments of arousal before all rational thinking goes out of the window. 

When his tongue meets yours, a single finger drags over your clit, down your slit and the tip of it teases at your entrance enough to draw a whimper from you. 

“I love it when you make that noise.” Rodri says, lips barely leaving your skin as he does so, his tongue moving against you with each word he speaks and the scrape of his facial hair over your soft skin adds yet another delicious layer of pleasure. He swirls his tongue around your areola enough times to make you bite Antoine’s bottom lip before Rodrigo flicks his tongue over your hard nipple and lightly bites. You buck your hips before grinding against Antoine’s fingers as he sinks two inside of you. 

“Fuck,” the singular word is on the cusp of being growled when his palm rubs against your clit as his fingers sink in and out of your pussy. “I should never have agreed to this arrangement.” you tell them, making Rodrigo pull away and straighten enough to look you in the eye. 

“And why is that?” he asks. “Because from the way I see it, you’ve benefited very well from this.”

“You would see it that way,” you say through gritted teeth as Antoine curls his fingers and presses them against that spot that always leaves your knees weak. 

“Yes, I would.” He agrees as he makes quick work to cover Antoine’s hand with his own and slowly removes his fingers from you as he pulls Antoine’s hand from your underwear. You watch as the P and E of Antoine’s tattooed fingers disappear between Rodrigo’s lips, your eyes fluttering closed as he works his tongue to clean them from your wetness. 

“Jesus Christ, I hate you.” Even with your eyes closed, you know the man in front of you is grinning. 

“Such a strong emotional response when I’ve barely started with you.” Fingers trail up over your stomach and to the edge of your bra, teasing their way along until they reach your now partially covered nipple. It takes seconds to tweak the hardness of it free again and a sharp pinch forces your eyes to open. 

“If you’re lucky and behave yourself,” Antoine whispers to your ear, “Santa won’t be the only one coming tonight.”

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even if my titties aren’t physically out, they’re spiritually out, and that’s what matters

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Snowed In

player: Cody Gakpo words: 1101 warnings: oral (f) request: Cody Gakpo - smut - upto 1000 words - heyy, I don’t have a specific scenario/story for him plus this is my first time submitting a req 😅 but I wanted to go for smut maybe to everyone’s eyes he seems like the good guy that is always nice but in the bedroom he’s so dominant and filthy yk. It can be anything honestly idk that I just want filthy smut 🫠 Thank you!!

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The morning had started off with a hard, thick frost which had quickly turned into snow flurries. Flurries which, despite Cody’s hopes, not melted as the day had gone on and had only become heavier and thicker. With three hours to go before their date was due to start, red weather warning alerts had been sent out an hour ago advising anyone who didn’t need to head out, to please stay at home. 

The club group chat was already alive with messages pouring in with everyone wanting to know what was happening with the training schedules if the snow kept coming down, not to mention the upcoming match that they were due to travel for. 

1 new message. The text appears as a push notification from a number he doesn’t recognise but his stomach sinks as he reads the preview. 

Dear    C.Gakpo, we’re sorry to notify you that due to adverse weather conditions, the restaurant will not be open tonight. Should you require another night, your booking will be honoured and prioritised. We apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused. Thank you.

The sigh that comes from him is one of disappointment and well what the hell do we do now? If restaurants weren’t opening, then the likelihood of them getting takeout was slim to none. The fridge hadn’t been stocked thanks to the booking, and he wasn’t too sure what would be in the freezer, but whatever was in either of them wouldn’t be a patch on what they were hoping to eat. 

While he appreciates that this is out of their control, he’s also not oblivious to the fact that each day leading up to Christmas is also no doubt fully booked up too. He wasn’t the type to name drop to get a table and so securing the one he had reserved had been a task in itself. The romantic evening he’d planned, with hopefully enough seduction throughout the night, had been exactly what the two of them had so badly needed and now he was faced with no dinner and little excuse to seduce.

He makes his way through the house, wondering how to explain the situation as she had headed into the shower to begin to get ready almost twenty minutes ago with the assumption that all was going ahead still. Turning into the bedroom, he finds her sitting on the edge of the bed in her towel with her phone in hand. The small smile that she gives tells him she’s already guessed the outcome of the evening. 

“Well, tomorrow looks to be a work from home day.” She tries to joke. “There’s worse company I can think of to have when we’re snowed in.” she puts her phone to the side and leans back on her hands. The action knocks her towel, causing it to come undone ever so slightly. It’s enough to gather his attention, and he steps forward enough to place his hands on her knees. 

“That doesn’t help though that my plan for tonight was to wine and dine you.” he takes her in as he speaks - not just her face, he drags his gaze over her towel covered body while making sure that he’s not shy about his intentions. His fingers trace the hem of the towel at the top where it falls away. “So how do you propose I fix that issue?”

“We have some wine downstairs, I stocked up on enough for the christmas period. So that’s one thing we can tick off.” her hand tugs the towel on her thighs a little higher, giving him enough of a gap to be able to see a glimpse of her pussy.

“So that leaves something to eat,” he concludes, the fingers which linger on the towel flick it across her body, allowing it to open up and reveal her damp torso too - his train of thought now in a completely different place to earlier when he was deciding what to have. “It wouldn’t be right for all of your hard work to go to waste,” he says, slowly dropping to his knees as he positions himself between hers. 

“You don’t need any persuad…ing” she says, breath hitching in her throat as she feels his mouth against her. He doesn’t, not when it comes to her anyway. A few strokes of his tongue against her makes her lay back flush against the bed, her legs opening further with instinct. Cody fully opens the towel up to expose every part of her body fully and savours the sight before him. He runs his hands over her thighs before hooking her knees over his shoulders, splays his hands on her hips to stop her from moving and begins to use his tongue to dart between her clit and her entrance. She curses between pants, her every thought now about the man between her legs and his mouth. 

He groans against her as his tongue pushes inside, lapping away at the wetness that he’s caused and angles his face in such a way that his nose rubs against her clit. One hand fists the bedding, the other strokes over his hair as he says “I will never tire of eating this pussy.” Her back arches in response as his lips wrap around her tight bud and the tip of his tongue flicks against it mercilessly. The feeling of being restrained, pinned down and unable to move while he tongue fucks her to an orgasm is like no other. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks, peeking up at her as his tongue circles her clit lazily with an occasional flick just to make her legs tremble.

“Y-yours.” she whimpers, fingers now clutching hopelessly at his short hair in a desperate attempt to push his face back to her. 

“So impatient.”

“When it comes to you, alwa-” her words are cut off as Cody slips two fingers into her soaking hole, curling them up to her sensitive spot within and sucks her clit between his lips and begins to pump his fingers in and out of her. The combination is lethal and any slow build of her climax is escalated. 

The hand that remains on her waist moves, allowing his arm to cover that area instead; holding her against the mattress to stop her from writhing around and fucking herself against his hand and mouth. He holds her there, leaving her with no choice but to take everything that Cody gives her, leaving her with the realisation that he won’t stop until the bedding is soaked, and she’s begging for some temporary reprieve.

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these begin again this week! but in case you need a little something for in the meantime, here are some others which I've posted over the last few years

Winter One Shots

Other seasonal masterlists are:

Spring / Easter. Summer. Autumn

Christmas Shopping. Emre Can.  

Under the mistletoe. Emre Can.

Snowball Fight. Antoine Griezmann.

Making homemade tree decs. Antoine Griezmann.

Regret Never Tasted So Sweet. Antoine Griezmann.

Festive Flu. Trent Alexander-Arnold.

Snow Day. Roman Burki.  

Visiting Santa. Roman Burki.

Asensi-snow. Marco Asensio 

Sledging. Dele Alli.

Christmas hosting. Dele Alli.

Ugly af festive jumpers.  Marcus Rashford.

Christmas markets. Rurik Gislason.  

Matching PJS and wrapping presents. Rurik Gislason.

Fireside sexy time. Rurik Gislason.

Christmas baking. Sergio Ramos.

Snowed in. (Stuck at the airport.) Rafinha Alcantara.

The Baby’s First Christmas. Rafinha Alcantara

Winter lodge. Rafinha Alcantara.  

Opening Presents. Mousa Dembele. 

Rather Go In Goal. Callum Hudson-Odoi. 

Dear Santa. Harry Winks.

Still A Little Cold. Harry Winks.

A Place Of Convenience. David Neres. 

Past. Present. Future. Alex Meret. 

Best. Day. Ever. Virgil Van Dijk. 

Strategically Thinking. Julian Draxler. 

Movies and hot chocolate on a day off. Virgil van Dijk. 🆕

A sweet treat. Kasper Schmeichel 🆕

A snowball fight. Rúben Dias 🆕

Buying lingerie for Christmas. Rodrigo De Paul 🆕

Decorating the tree like a lovestruck fool. Mats Hummels. 🆕

Stars and I Love Yous. Kylian Mbappe 🆕

The first snowfall. Marco Reus. 🆕

Christmas shopping…but the baby! John Stones. 🆕

Meaningful Ornaments. Mats Hummels. 🆕

A friend in need. John Stones (ft Ruben Dias) 🆕

Given away by mistletoe. Kostas Tsimikas 🆕

Making a meal for two. Julian Brandt. 🆕

Favourite movies and a treat or two. Jan Oblak. 🆕

Decorating the tree with a Grinch. Jan Oblak. 🆕

When Birthdays and Christmas collide. Ben Chilwell. 🆕

Ugly Sweaters. Antoine Griezmann x Rodrigo De Paul (Two is company, three is perfect snippet) 🆕

Christmas Markets. Alexis Mac Allister 🆕

A train ride. Mats Hummels. 🆕

Constellations. Benjamin Pavard. 🆕

Unexpected Proposals. Tyrone Mings. 🆕

Step Parenting. Marco Rose. 🆕

First Ever Snow. Ruben Loftus-Cheek / Ruben Dias. 🆕

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omg did you see how good jomez looked in the fulham game?

him getting annoyed at tete was so 🤤🤤🫠🫠

I couldn’t get a bloody stream to work and bc I’m in the uk, I couldn’t watch it legally bc of the blackout 😭😭😭

No beautiful Joe for me to look at 😔😔😔

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this isn’t a tumblr account, this is a historical record of how insane I am

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Ha a lélek vándorlásában hiszünk, el kell fogadnunk hogy ha zenészek voltunk, zenészek maradunk akkor is, ha négy lábbal újraszületünk..

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Fucking hell spurs

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I make fun of coffee drinkers for being physically addicted to and dependent on badbreath bitterdrink but when i dont have my morning tea i feel like a mentally ill caveman about to do something bad.

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hi !! i personally prefer the posting before & after xmas instead of on the day itself :-) but any will work

Thank you so much for replying bb!

It makes more sense to me for this so at least those who celebrate can just spend that time without concern or pressure.

+ Christmas posting schedule +

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Christmas posting schedule

I know it's early but it's also so so close! So I'm wondering what people's plans are for the holiday season as I'm looking when to schedule the Christmas / Winter fics (which admittedly is mostly a smut fest because some of you are pure filth and say no to fluff or festivity).

I don't want to post if the majority aren't going to be around Christmas Eve / Christmas Day itself. I can schedule 5 for in the lead up to Christmas and maybe 5 more for between Christmas and New Year. Please let me know what you'd like!

I'd also like to remind people that come January, I'll be quiet in terms of fic updates as I'll be focusing on writing the outstanding fics and also more series updates to be added to Patreon so these fics are the last chance to get updates here for a while.