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give me all of your love (something to dream about)

Player: Darwin Núñez, Virgil van Dijk Words: 2887 Warnings: Smut from the first paragraph, guided masturbation/thigh riding, praise kink, slight dirty talk, masturbation (m), semi-public sex, voyeurism, kinda threesome?, cuckolding (I think?), discussing sexual fantasies, multiple orgasms (f), unprotected sex (basically everything but the kitchen sink jesus what did I do?) A/N: Uhm, okay. So. A couple of weeks ago @kostasstsimikass got this ask and the image would not leave me alone. So enjoy the result of what happens when my filthy brain runs for the hills, clutching an idea 🙈 and to think I wrote this in a day and on a Sunday at that

Ivy, I love you, this would not exist without you. Happy new year! What better way to start 2023 than with nearly 3k of filth? 😅

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You know you would be taking a risk when Darwin dragged you into the dressing room of the AXA. You’re pretty sure anyone walking into the dressing room will know what’s going on purely based on the trail of discarded clothing. As your back collides with the wall of the shower, Darwin looks at you, seemingly searching your face for any sign you are not as into this as him. You nod, wrapping an arm around his neck, fingers sliding into the hair at the nape. Darwin smiles that cheeky smile of his –the one that always sets your body alight– as he dives down to kiss you. He kisses you with a hunger that leaves you breathless, lips slanted over yours, tongue exploring your mouth. You feel his fingers digging into you as he pulls you flush against him. A breathless moan escapes your throat when you feel him harden against you. You rock your hips against him without being fully aware of what your body is doing, clenching your thighs shut, as you feel your arousal soaking your underwear. 

“We could get caught, amor,” Darwin whispers in your ear, kissing the skin behind it. You let your head fall back with a gasp, feeling yourself clench around nothing at the idea. 

“Somehow I get the feeling you wouldn’t mind,” he continues. You hear the grin in his voice and if your eyes had been open you would have seen a twinkle in his. Instead of answering, you grind against him, desperately seeking something to alleviate the ache between your legs. Bless your boyfriend, truly. He’s such an expert at reading you, knowing just what you need and when you need it. 

Darwin slides his thigh between yours, pulling you down onto him. The contact of his bare thigh with your still covered pussy makes you moan as he presses against your already swollen clit. 

“Darwin…” you sigh as he drags you across his thigh, giving you the friction you so desperately crave.

“What would you do if someone walked into the showers right now? Seeing you making a mess on my thigh?” he murmurs in your ear. He pulls your underwear to the side, pressing you down more firmly against him. Heat spreads throughout your body, starting in the pit of your stomach until it feels like your skin is on fire. Too focussed on chasing your orgasm, your brain incapable of forming coherent sentences, you let out a needy whine as you rut against him. 

“Would you like him to watch you as I take you against this wall? Or would you want him to join us?” Darwin says, kissing the column of your neck. The images he paints leave you panting, adding to your arousal. They were all filthy ideas, but there was one idea –one image– that you don’t dare to share out loud, fearing his reaction. 

“My filthy girl, I can feel how wet you got just thinking about it. Tell me, what would you like to do if someone walked in?” His teeth scrape over your collarbone and you buck against him. You’re close, so fucking close, as he tenses the muscles in his thigh, giving you the pressure against your clit that you need. 

“I’d let him fuck me while you watch me take his cock,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. You feel him groan against your skin where his lips are pressed against your shoulder.

“Fuck, princess..” 

Him letting you have that fantasy, enjoying that fantasy that you have thought about so many times alone in bed at night with your favourite toy buried between your legs, is enough to send you flying over the edge. Your body tenses, muscles in your legs trembling, as your orgasm rolls over you like waves cresting the beach. You moaning Darwin’s name is the only thing that leaves your mouth as you fall, knowing he’s there to catch you as you do. 

“Jesus,” you hear someone whisper, someone who’s very much not your boyfriend. Your eyes snap open, and you see the one person that always makes an appearance in your fantasies in the doorway of the showers. Your first instinct is to hide your body from view, trying to save what little dignity you have left. But seeing Virgil standing there in nothing more than black briefs that leave very little to the imagination, with a towel slung over his shoulder, has you clenching your thighs shut, momentarily forgetting Darwin still has his between your legs. 

“Oh, you’ve been holding out on me hermosa,” Darwin says with a chuckle, quickly putting one and one together. “It’s him, isn’t it? It wasn’t just anyone in your fantasies,” he adds, turning his head to look at his teammate. You close your eyes, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you nod. 

“And to think you haven’t even seen his cock, amor. Do you want him to join?” 

Darwin’s comment leaves you breathless, and you nod again.

“I need you to tell me, princess. Tell me what you want Virgil to do to you,” Darwin says, pressing kisses against your neck as his hand wraps around your ribcage. 

Somehow him asking you to spell it out for him while Virgil is very much there and will hear you reveal that seemingly depraved part of your mind is both terrifying and a turn on all at once.

“Darwin,” you whine, moving your body out of sight.

“Do you trust me, hermosa?” Darwin asks you, voice just loud enough for you to hear. You nod yet again, because yes of course you do. “You’re safe. Virgil won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I won’t do anything you don’t want to. This is about you, amor. Want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, and you feel your body relax against the shower tiles. Darwin moves to look at you, silently checking in, before he takes the smallest step back and thus exposing your mostly-naked body to Virgil. Your eyes lock with the Dutch centre-back. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, eyes raking over your body and you feel high on the attention.

“I want Virgil to fuck me against the wall while you watch me take his cock,” you tell Darwin while you remain eye contact with Virgil. You sound a lot braver than you feel; your stomach is in knots and your heart is hammering in your chest. Virgil swallows hard, but stays rooted to the spot in the door opening of the showers. Darwin nudges against your neck with his nose, encouraging you to take the first step. You hold out your hand, moaning as Darwin moves his kisses from your neck to your chest, flicking his tongue over your nipple. 

You feel Virgil take your hand, pressing his body against your side. His lips brush against your temple.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you sigh, feeling two sets of hands coast the curves of your body.

“If that changes, tell me and I’ll stop. Do you have a safeword?” Virgil murmurs, fingers dancing over your ribs. 

“Teacup,” you reply softly, basking in the continuous kisses and fingers caressing your skin. You feel Virgil’s chuckle reverberate in his chest. You were known for your love of tea around the training facility so it had made sense to use the word when you first discussed it with Darwin. 

“Alright sweetheart, last question before we get started. Do you want me to wear protection?” Virgil asks, hand moving lower and squeezing the top of your thigh. You hear Darwin moan oh so prettily at the implication of that question, grinding his still covered erection against the outside of your thigh. You look at him, needing his approval in this decision.

“You’re in charge amor, I’m good with whatever you decide,” he says, giving you a chaste kiss. 

“I’m on birth control and we’re both clean. Unless you want to, you don’t have to,” you all but whisper. Virgil swears under his breath and gives your thigh another squeeze while Darwin squeezes your hip, leaving open mouthed kisses along your shoulder. You let out a needy moan when Darwin drags two long fingers through your folds, dipping into you just enough for you to feel the stretch. 

“So wet for us, amor,” he whispers in your ear, adding a third finger. You keen at the feeling, head thrown back as you ride his fingers. He leaves you whimpering when he pulls them back, bringing them up to his lips as he sucks them clean. Darwin’s eyes twinkle as he tastes you and the sight leaves you breathless. You feel Virgil tug on the elastic of your underwear and you nod, giving him permission to undress you fully. Virgil runs his nose against your jaw, taking up the space Darwin had created for the two of you. His hands move down to the back of your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and allow Virgil to lift you up. The tip of his cock nudges against you and as you look down, you help guide him inside. Both of you curse at the feeling of him slowly filling you. Even though you had taken three of Darwin’s fingers with relative ease, Virgil is so much thicker and longer than you had anticipated.

“So beautiful, amor,” Darwin whispers in your ear, watching as Virgil bottoms out. You feel your skin heat up at his praise and let out a keening noise when Virgil fills you completely. It’s almost overwhelming, the feeling of Vigil’s fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his cock hard and pulsing inside of you, Darwin’s murmured praise; it feels like you could combust at any moment.

“Please,” you beg, whimpering when Virgil tightens his grip on you.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” Virgil asks into the skin between neck and shoulder, pressing gentle kisses as he allows you to get used to him.

“Need you to move.. Virg, please… Need you to fuck me..” you mumble, clawing at his back. You hear both men chuckle at your neediness, but Virgil complies with your request. He pulls back slowly before rolling his hips forward. Your head rests back against the wall as you look down.

“Harder,” you whisper, meeting his eyes. Virgil’s lips curl up in that trademark smirk that has your cunt clenching around him in anticipation. He buries his face in your neck as hips snap against yours. He keeps the same languid pace, but every thrust feels harder and deeper than before, filling you completely. The feeling has your eyes fluttering closed, teeth biting down into your bottom lip. You can hear how wet you are with each of his thrusts. It’s a filthy sound, echoing off of the shower walls. You rest your head on Virgil’s shoulder, turning your face when you hear Darwin moan. When you manage to open your eyes you see your boyfriend leaning against the wall in the corner. He’s still close enough that if you were to reach out the hand currently buried in Virgil’s hair, you could touch him. But right now you enjoy watching him too much. Darwin has one hand wrapped around his weeping cock, dragging it down slowly as his eyes are focussed on the way Virgil is taking you against the wall. It lights a fuse low in your stomach, watching him fuck his fist. The image has you drunk on power, knowing you’re the one doing this to him.

“He’s so big, babe,” you say, your eyes still on Darwin, “so full.. Fuck.” Virgil chuckles as he tilts your hips ever so slightly, hitting that spot deep inside. Darwin lets out a low groan at both your words and the sight before him, and picks up the pace. 

“Yes, Virg. Right there. Don’t stop. Just like that…” you ramble, tightening your grip on his shoulder. Virgil is more than happy to oblige and keeps hitting the same spot again and again. You move your legs ever so slightly, allowing him to penetrate even deeper and the sensation has you crying out. You hear Darwin praising you; telling you how much he loves you, how good you look wrapped around his teammate’s cock, how well you’re taking Virgil. Every single word goes straight to your cunt and you’re clenching around him as you feel your orgasm building.

“That’s it sweetheart, come on my cock for us. Such a pretty girl,” Virgil murmurs against your skin, teeth scraping over your collarbone and something just snaps. Your back arches and you feel yourself clench around him in spasms as your orgasm wrecks through you, every muscle trembling as you moan and whine and sob. 

A sound from your left pulls you back to earth. Darwin lets out a string of curses in Spanish and you watch as he paints his stomach and chest with ropes of cum before collapsing against the wall. The sight has you moaning and you sneak a hand down to rub your clit in tight little circles with Virgil still buried deep inside of you as you climax all over his cock for a second time, panting and whimpering. You hear Virgil grunt and feel his cock get even harder. He snaps his hips once, twice before following you over the edge. You can feel him throb and pulse inside of you as he fills you with his cum, making you gasp, loving the feeling of being filled that way. 

Although your third orgasm is shorter and less intense than the previous one, it leaves you absolutely spent and boneless, your heart trying to escape the confines of your chest.

Virgil carefully pulls out of you, gently lowering you to stand on your own feet. You feel your cheeks heat up as his cum drips down your thighs. It feels both sinful and empowering at the same time. You swallow hard, eyes still unfocussed, as you come down from your high. Darwin immediately wraps you in his arms, holding you up. Virgil turns the shower on and you let both men clean you up while they whisper sweet nothings into your hair and skin. 

Your muscles have turned to jelly and you can barely form a coherent thought. As you burrow your face in Darwin’s neck, you feel your nose start to prickle with tears. Your brain is finally catching up with your body, processing what just happened. You try to swallow the sob that’s threatening to come out as the first tears roll down your cheek.

“Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Virgil asks, worry evident in his voice. You shake your head, not able to reply to him. 

“It sometimes happens when she has an intense orgasm, or climaxes several times in a short period of time. Is that what’s happening, princess?” Darwin says. You nod, taking deep breaths. 

“What can I do?” Virgil offers.

“Just hold me,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper. You let Darwin manoeuvre you so both men can hug you at the same time. The weight of both of them against you calms you down and you feel like you’re slowly regaining control over your body and mind. 

It could have been minutes or an hour, you truly have no idea how long they’ve been cuddling you standing underneath the hot water. You blink a couple of times and let out a big sigh.

“There you are,” Darwin says, a gentle smile on his face. You smile back at him and move to turn the water off.

“Thank you,” you say, looking at both of them. Virgil kisses your cheek as a reply and lets go of you.

“Let’s get dried off before Milly fines us for hogging the shower,” he says with a laugh, bending down to pick up his discarded towel and underwear. He offers you the former and you let Darwin wrap it around you. The three of you walk out of the shower and into the now empty dressing room. You let Darwin dry you off before you put your staff tracksuit back on. Virgil opens the door and checks to see if there’s anyone outside.

“Coast is clear,” he calls back. You both follow him out and walk towards your office and exit. You thank your lucky stars you don’t bump into any of the other players or your colleagues and refuse to think about having to face them tomorrow. Virgil pulls Darwin in for a hug and gives you a final kiss on the cheek before saying his goodbyes. Darwin leans against the doorway as you get your things.

“Let’s go home and nap on the couch,” he says while you lock up. You nod with a smile, feeling the exhaustion take over now the adrenaline is wearing off. 

“Thank you, for everything,” you say as Darwin climbs behind the wheel. 

“Always, amor. I love you,” he replied, taking your hand, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. “Sleep,” he adds when he sees how you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, “I’ll wake you when we’re home.” You nod and your body relaxes into the leather seat with a content sigh as you feel the roar of the engine lull you to sleep. 

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Hi everyone! atots week 2021 is a seven-day-long celebration for the two months anniversary of the finale and which coincides with ‘Ep 20’ of atots. We are planning themed days with different activities and we hope this will be fun and bring back memories of Pha pun dao for everyone.

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What will stay with you forever from this already unforgettable show? Answer a few questions with a gif or screenshot and a few words with your opinion (optional).

What is your favorite shot from the series?

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want you to be the last one I ever love

Player: Darwin Núñez Words: 1011 Warnings: Mentions of insecurities, online trolling, age gap Request: Comforting when you're upset - Maybe you had a terrible day at work, or you didn’t get the promotion you wanted, and he’s there to assure you that you’re doing so good (brings you for an evening walk)!! Or ya know… you getting hate anons who think you’re too old for him and he’s like wtf you’re perfect for me A/N: by now you should know I'm a petty bitch 🤷‍♀️

title from First Aid Kit's The Last One

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He could tell something was wrong the moment he walked into the living room. Something about the atmosphere just felt… off. Darwin couldn’t quite put his finger on it at first until he noticed her wiping her nose on her sleeve and the red blotches on her face she tried to hide behind a smile that never reached her eyes as she quickly retreated into the kitchen. Darwin frowned and followed her, wrapping his arms around her as she stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil. He rested his chin on her head, giving her a gentle kiss on her hair and just held her as silent sobs wrecked through her. He knew that she would tell him what was bothering her when she was ready, and that it was enough to just be there for now. 

It was silly, logically she knew it was silly. In all honesty she wasn’t even sure why she had looked in the first place. She was usually not one for reading these types of things; knew that they were nothing more than the opinions of people with truly nothing better to do. And yet when she had received multiple notifications that people had tagged her under Darwin’s most recent Instagram post for her 29th birthday, her curiosity had gotten the better of her. In hindsight she wished it had stayed with being curious —the saying curiosity killed the cat made a whole lot more sense now. 

I don’t know what he sees in her

She’s so old ew 🤢

Couldn’t she find someone her own age?🙄

Tell me you’re immature without telling me you’re immature 😒

At first she had tried to ignore it, brush it off, but the longer the day went on, the more those comments started to eat at her. What if they were right? she thought as worry and doubt settled heavy in her chest. She put her phone away, but no matter what she did the rest of the afternoon, the voices in her head still whispered their venom as they echoed the comments. It broke her resolve little by little and once the floodgates opened, there was no going back. Hot tears rolled over her cheeks and she tried to suppress the sobs that wrecked through her chest. She wiped the tears away when she heard the key in the door but as soon as she saw him, she knew there was no point in hiding her feelings from him: Darwin knew her like the back of his hand and the look on his face told her he could tell something was wrong. She found comfort in the way his body pressed against hers as she made them tea. Darwin didn’t say a word, just allowed her to feel her emotions and followed her back out to the living room where he joined her on the couch.

“What’s wrong, amor?” he asked gently, a hand on her knee as they sat facing each other. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing, I’m just making mountains out of molehills. Just tired I guess.. You know me, I’m always more emotional when I’m tired..” she mumbled with a shrug.

“Don’t do that, amor; don’t minimise. You’re upset, why? What happened?” 

She took a deep breath, wrapping her hands around her mug in an attempt to find comfort there. There was no reason to lie to him, make something up about work. One look at his phone would tell him exactly why she was upset. Besides, how did that saying go? Pain shared is pain divided? Perhaps there was some truth to that. Perhaps by talking about it, it would lessen the heaviness in her chest.

Closing her eyes, she let the words tumble out. Darwin never interrupted her, didn’t even make noise in agreement or disagreement; he just listened. 

“And while I know, rationally speaking, that it’s not true –that it’s all negative comments by trolls who have nothing positive to contribute to society, it did plant a tiny seed of doubt: what if they’re right?” she concluded, finally meeting his eyes. Darwin placed his now empty mug on the coffee table and moved both of them in such a way she was now sitting in his lap.

“I know there’s not much I can say that will fix this because I can’t; I can’t fix it, but I need you to know this: yes our age gap is six years and if you want to get technical, five and a half –and I couldn’t care less about any of it. I love you, amor, I love you so much it feels my heart could burst sometimes. You’re the person I picture when I think about what life could be when I’m old and grey. I see you when I imagine having children. You are the only person I want to grow old with, have a family with. For me there’s no one else but you,” he murmured, voice soft. Fresh tears filled her eyes as he replaced every doubt with nothing but love and adoration. 

“I love you too, sometimes so much it scares me a little at times. But I know that I see you when I think about our future,” she admitted, resting her head against his chest as he hugged her. Darwin pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“That’s all that matters, amor. I’m going to look into restricting the comments, and I’ll phone the club’s PR department to draft a statement addressing this.”

She wanted to protest that it wasn’t necessary, but one look at his face told her that maybe it was. It wasn’t about the fact the people had left mean comments, it was about them having crossed a boundary. She nodded and sighed deeply as the last stone of worry was lifted off her chest as he hugged her to his’, pressing gentle kisses against her head and whispering sweet nothings into her hair. No matter what would happen, she’d always have Darwin –and he’d have her.

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what if I love you?

Player: Jordan henderson Words: 870 Warnings: Fluff Request: Receiving flowers - Maybe one where the Reader is a younger physio who doesn't think he notices her until he sends her flowers on Valentine's day? A/N: Asndsd i love this idea so much??? hope I did it justice!

title from Gatlin's What If I Love You?

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Seeing the vase on top of her desk made her stop in her tracks. She quickly looked around to see if the person who left them was still around, but the corridor leading to her office was empty. Dropping her keys and tablet onto her desk, she took in the bouquet. The majority of the flowers were in similar shades of pink, very close to her favourite hue, mixed with a few white and cream ones. She ran a finger over the petals of one of the peonies and felt her lips tug up in a smile. Turning the vase around she looked for a card, finding it tucked away between two roses.

“Someone’s got a secret admirer,” a voice came from the open door. She felt her cheeks heat up as her best friend and colleague Jess stood in the doorway.

“I’m sure it’s just someone being nice, I did just get my Masters in Sports Medicine,” she replied, not fully believing her own explanation. Jess hummed in a way as if to say yeah, sure. Even though they’d only been working together for six months, she and Jess had hit it off from the moment she became part of the medical staff at Liverpool. 

“I doubt Klopp would send you pink flowers to congratulate you, babe. What does the card say?” She had to admit Jess had a point there. Although the Liverpool manager sometimes acted like a dad for everyone he employed, she too doubted he’d send her this type of bouquet. She slid the envelope open and pulled out the thick cardstock. 

Happy Valentine’s Day! I didn’t know how to tell you in person without losing my nerve, but I’ve had a crush on you from the moment we met that day in the foyer of the AXA. Been trying to ask you out for months, but instead I’d end up making up some vague injury that needed looking at because the moment you look at me, I’m gone. So here goes: Can I take you out for dinner? Tonight maybe?

xJ

She read the card and then re-read it a second and third time, just to make sure it actually said what it said. She felt her cheeks heat up at the memory of the first time she met him. She had just joined the club and was still trying to find her way around the training grounds. Her arms had been full with supplies for the treatment room and she didn’t notice she still had one more step to go coming down the stairs. “Careful!” someone had said, as she collided against him with a tiny shriek. The boxes had fallen, but luckily he had caught her. 

“S-so sorry!” she had tried to apologise, momentarily forgetting what else she was going to say when she looked in those bright blue eyes. Jordan had chuckled, making sure she was okay as his hands lingered a little longer than perhaps necessary on her waist. When his fingers brushed against hers as he handed her the fallen boxes, she could’ve sworn she felt a spark of something pass between them. And this remained in the weeks and months that followed. They’d steal glances at one another when they thought the other wasn’t looking, hands would linger a little longer than needed when hugging or when she treated his injuries. She thought it had all been in her head, but now to see it written quite literally in black and white, it took her a while to let it sink in that all this time he had felt the same way. 

“You okay?” Jess asked, pulling her from her thoughts. She blinked, trying to clear the fog of memories.

“Y-yeah. Sorry, I have to go,” she mumbled and left her office, still clutching the note to her chest. She made her way down the corridor and saw the team was wrapping up training. Pulling on her puffer coat, she walked outside. Nervous butterflies settled in the hollow of her chest as she spotted the Liverpool captain. She swallowed hard and kept walking until she was almost in front of him.

“Hey,” she said, fidgeting with the note.

“Hey,” Jordan echoed, cheeks flushed. She wondered whether that was just because of the cold. 

“I-.. Thank you. F-for the flowers I mean. How did you know peonies are my favourite?” Jordan shrugged. “I might’ve overheard you mention it to Jess once,” he said quietly, not quite meeting her eyes now. She was quiet for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She had not thought this through when she left her office. 

“Also found your note,” she all but whispered, looking down at her hands that were fidgeting with the folded piece of cardstock. 

“You did?” She nodded, meeting his eyes.  He looked at her, eyes full of hope.

“To answer your question, yes. Yes, I’d like that very much.” The smile that tugged at his lips squeezed her heart. He brushed his lips against her cheek, making her stomach fill with butterflies. 

“Pick you up at 7?” he asked. She nodded, skin burning where his lips had touched.

“Great,” Jordan said, grinning now, “It’s a date.” 

She couldn’t wait. 

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I melt away slowly

Player: Trent Alexander-Arnold Words: 555 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Watching Christmas films @mf0xxx (just saw you deactivated your blog, hope this somehow still reaches you), hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

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The snow had been coming down thick and fast ever since dinner last night. Trent’s phone had been buzzing pretty much non-stop until Klopp had made the executive decision to cancel training for the next day at least. While she was sad for her boyfriend that he couldn’t do the thing he loved most, she loved having him home. They had spent the whole morning cuddling in bed, only leaving the comfort of the blankets to get breakfast and a refill of their tea. By the time the clock struck half past 11, Trent was asleep again. She untangled herself from the bed and his arms, and took a quick shower before getting dressed in a pair of Christmas leggings and one of his old hoodies. She brought the empty mugs and bowls down to the kitchen and loaded them in the dishwasher before getting started on lunch. 

“Hey,” he murmured in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. She smiled, giving his wrist a squeeze as she kept stirring the soup. She put the wooden spoon down and turned around in his arms.

“Had a good lie in?” she asked him. Trent smiled that slow smile that always gave her butterflies and nodded. 

“Needed that apparently.” She hummed in agreement, turning the stove down when the lid of the pot began to clatter. 

“Wanna watch Christmas films after lunch?” he asked after a while. The soup had finished reheating and Trent had made cheese toasties to go with it. She nodded as she took a bite of her toastie. She loved having any excuse to cuddle on the couch with him, something that had become a rare occurrence these last couple of months with his gruelling schedule. 

“Any suggestions?” he asked, dipping his toastie in the soup.

“Depends, do you want classic or Hallmark-level cheese?” 

“I’m not drunk enough for Hallmark-levels of cheese,” Trent said with a grin, making her chuckle. 

“Fair enough. I heard good things about Arthur Christmas. The Holiday is my favourite. Home Alone is a classic, but I prefer the first one over the others,” she said with a shrug. 

“Start with Home Alone and take it from there?” Trent suggested. She nodded in agreement.

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Although it had been grey outside all day because of the snow, it had gotten significantly darker. Trent had turned on the Christmas tree lights while she had quickly made them hot chocolates.

“Okay, up for one more?” he asked as she sat back down next to him. He immediately pulled her back against his chest as they sat cuddled on the chaise of their L-shaped couch. 

“Only if it’s The Holiday,” she said, taking a careful sip of her drink. Trent chuckled but navigated to the film. She cuddled even more into him, pulling the plaid throw back over her legs as they watched the opening scenes. Trent rested his arm around her waist.

“Ugh, am such a sucker for Jude Law,” she muttered, making him chuckle.

“Should I be worried?” Although she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the teasing in his voice. 

“Never, although I might ask you to do your best Mr. Napkin Head though.” Trent laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. 

“Mm, for you I’d do anything, love,” he murmured, setting off butterflies in her stomach.

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my mind finds peace (in the shade of you)

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 879 Warnings: Fluff Request: Falling asleep on them - Reader has cramps? A/N: I tweaked this slightly, hope that's okay! I couldn't figure out a way to include the prompt in your request

title's from Mumford & Sons' Rose Of Sharon

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She gratefully accepted the take away cup of coffee her colleague Freya handed her. 

“Thanks,” she mumbled, stifling a yawn. 

“You look like you need it. Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Maybe three hours?” she replied before taking a sip and nearly burning her tongue. 

“Lucky you, it must be nice to have a professional athlete as a boyfriend,” Freya joked. The slight dig at her relationship with one of the players made her laugh as she shook her head. 

“Babe, I wish it was because of him, but those videos don’t edit themselves.” 

“Fair enough,” Freya said with a grin. Both women gathered their bags and joined the rest of the team in boarding the bus to the airport. 

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Her stomach growled loudly in protest and the muscles in her neck were starting to ache from hunching over her laptop. The final edit of the inside training video was almost done and then she had a handful of graphics still to approve for social media. 

“I missed you at breakfast this morning,” someone to her left said. Straightening back up, she looked at the beautiful face of her boyfriend, concern etched between his brows. 

“I overslept,” she admitted, a pang of guilt in her chest at his concern knowing she could’ve easily texted him, “was up until 4 to edit the alternative commentary video and then got started on the training footage.” 

“Figured as much,” he said with a warm smile and placed two muffins wrapped in cling film on the keyboard of her laptop. “This is all I could smuggle on board, but they’re healthy-ish. One has fruit,” he added sheepishly as he sat down next to her. She chuckled, and unwrapped the blueberry muffin, taking a big bite. 

“Mmm, ‘s a good muffin,” she commented with her mouth still full and offered him a bite. Kostas grinned, and, never one to say no to baked goods, broke off a bite. 

“Thank you Kos,” she murmured, giving him a quick kiss before returning to her work. Kostas just hummed and busied himself on his iPad. 

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She had finished editing the video, but the lack of sleep was catching up with her. Just ten minutes, she told herself as she saved her work and made sure she had backed everything up to the external hard drive. Sighing as her muscles relaxed when she leant back in her seat, she allowed her eyes to close. 

Kostas saw her head loll forward, body slumping towards him. The angle had to be uncomfortable, but she was dead asleep. He smiled, moving the armrest up so he could move a tiny bit closer. She stirred in her sleep, but Kostas was quick to rest a hand on her knee, soothing her by rubbing small circles against her thigh with his thumb. Her full body weight now rested against his side, her head on his shoulder. She let out a content little sigh, snuggling further into him. Kostas pressed a brief kiss to her hair, before turning his focus back on his iPad, lips still tugged up in a smile. She had been working so hard lately, stepping up to take on more responsibilities when one of her colleagues fell ill, and he had hardly seen her not glued to a screen. Kostas had missed falling asleep with her hogging the duvet. 

 

“You need to wake up, latria mou,” he spoke softly as he gently nudged her. She groaned in response, still asleep. Calling her name he nudged a little harder. 

“What time is it?” she mumbled before stretching her arms above her head. 

“Almost 11, we’re expecting to land in about 30 minutes.” 

Her eyes snapped open at that. 

“I’ve been asleep for two hours?” Kostas nodded. 

“Oh god, I’m going to be even more behind now…” she started panicking as she moved to start her laptop back up. Kostas laid a hand on her forearm, making her look up at him. 

“Sweetheart, everyone will understand that you needed sleep more. You can’t keep running on empty,” he said. Her shoulders slumped as she closed her laptop again. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed back into the seat. He could see the gears turning in her head, trying to work out what needed to be prioritised. Kostas had learnt over time that she sometimes needed a nudge to slow down, to come up for air before diving back down. 

“You’re right. Ellie has been asking to be more involved with the editing side of things, maybe I can ask her to help out while I help Hannah with the pre-match Instagram content,” she started thinking out loud, rattling off who she could delegate a task to and what needed to be prioritised. 

“Sounds like you’re handling it,” Kostas mused, smiling lovingly. She smiled back and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks Kos.” Kostas just hummed, pulling her closer. They were quiet for a while, and Kostas almost thought she’d fallen back asleep until he felt her move in his arms to look up at him.

“Can I stay in your room tonight? I miss cuddling and I always sleep better with you next to me,” she asked shyly. 

“Always, latria mou,” Kostas all but whispered, kissing her lovingly. 

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let it snowman

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 1152 Warnings: None, fluff Request: making snowmen For @lfc21, merry Christmas babe! I hope you like it <3

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She had just put the capsule in the Nespresso machine when she heard someone storming down the stairs. She hid a yawn behind her hand and turned around to see her boyfriend pulling on his shoes somehow while still walking.

“It’s still dark out, why are you fully dressed?” she mumbled.

“Didn’t you see?” Kostas asked excitedly, pointing at the windows in the living room. She followed his finger and was about to ask him what he was on about when she noticed the grass was no longer green. The entire garden had been blanketed in white during the night. She stifled another yawn and shook her head.

“No, I hadn’t noticed yet. Doesn’t answer why you’re fully dressed tho,” she said, picking up her mug. She blew on it, before taking a careful sip of her coffee. 

“Because I’m gonna build a snowman,” Kostas replied, pulling his bobble hat over his ears. The duh was very much implied. 

“Kos, it’s half past seven in the morning. The sun isn’t even up yet,” she said, leaning against the kitchen counter, “let’s eat first okay?” 

Kostas heaved a sigh so dramatic it put many three-year-olds to shame, but toed off his shoes and pulled the beanie off his head. She shook her head and tried to keep her lips from curling up in a smile. As Kostas put his shoes and winter gear back in the hallway, she took a pot down from the shelf and got started on making them both porridge. 

“Do you have work today?” Kostas asked as he came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her. The Nespresso machine was spluttering away to make another coffee for him. 

“I’ll have to check, but if it snowed as much as I think it did, I doubt it,” she replied as she stirred. “How cross will the club’s nutritionist be if I add some of these?” she asked, holding up the jar of chocolate chips.

Kostas chuckled. “I won’t tell her if you won’t.” She quickly added more than a healthy amount of chocolate chips to the porridge and watched them melt. Kostas handed her two bowls and carried her coffee to their breakfast nook. She turned the hob off and joined him at the table. She quickly checked her phone between two mouthfuls of breakfast to see that her office had shut down due to the weather. 

“Looks like you’ll have a helping hand in building a snowman today,” she commented as she put her phone down. Kostas silently cheered before taking a sip of his own coffee. 

While she got dressed, Kostas cleared down and loaded the bowls and pot into the dishwasher. By the time she got downstairs, Kostas was already waiting by the door. She chuckled and wrapped a thick woolly scarf around herself. 

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” Kostas sang as he helped her in her coat, making her laugh. She dug a pair of mittens out of the basket with winter stuff and pushed him out the door. A shiver ran through them both when the wind blew in their faces. 

“Come on!” Kostas called, making his way to the end of their driveway. She noticed they weren’t the only ones outside. A handful of the neighbourhood children were already working on building snowmen in their own gardens. She waved at one of their elderly neighbours stood in the window before shifting focus to Kostas. She laughed as she saw him try and roll a snowball over the ground to pick up more snow. 

“Babe, have you ever built a snowman before?” she asked as she walked over to him. 

“Once,” Kostas confessed with a chuckle. She shook her head and took over, showing him it was easier to build up first before rolling to get more snow. 

How it happened, she wasn’t sure, but they had somehow ended up with a group of children in their front garden. She and Kostas had abandoned their own snowman to help the children build theirs. 

“Do you have carrots? Dad says we don’t have any,” one of the little boys asked her. 

“I don’t think we do. I also don’t think we have enough scarves for all these snowpeople,” she said. Kostas looked up at them, eyes twinkling. 

“No, but I do have something else. George, how many snowpeople are there?”

“Uhm,” the boy said before counting them, “six I think.” 

“Perfect,” Kostas said as he made his way to the door with the promise to be right back. She had no idea what her boyfriend was up to and told the children as much. It didn’t take long for Kostas to return with an arm full of clothes. 

“I remembered I have a closet full of jerseys,” he explained as he started handing them out. With a little help, all six snowpeople got dressed in various Liverpool shirts. She had even managed to dig up a baseball cap for one of them per request of one of the girls who lived across the street. By the time they were finished, the sun had started to peak over the rooftops, throwing long shadows on the snow covered ground. Kostas wrapped an arm around her as they admired the snowpeople. 

“A snowy five-a-side team complete with a manager,” he said. 

“You should send a photo to the lads, I’m sure Jordan and Milly will be thrilled they’ve been replicated in snow,” she added with a chuckle. Kostas laughed softly but dug his phone out of his pocket. As he put his gloves back on, one of the parents came outside with a tray of mugs. She could see the steam rising off them. 

“Who wants tea?” he called. She recognised him as one of George’s dads and gladly accepted one of the mugs. 

“Thank you for keeping an eye on them. George was so excited when he saw it had snowed. Daniel barely managed to get breakfast in him,” Martin said. 

“I know the feeling,” she said with a chuckle, nodding at Kostas, who in turn stuck his tongue out at her. 

“Dad! Look! We made a snow-Hendo!” George beamed at his dad. 

“I see, darling! Looks good! Did you say thank you to Kostas?” George nodded and handed the empty mug back to his dad. 

“Alright, your far is waiting for you. He made some food for grandma and grandpa,” Martin said and planted a kiss on the boy’s woolly hat. George waved goodbye and ran back to his house. She returned the now empty mug to Martin, thanking him for the tea. 

“What else is on your snow day to do list?” she asked him when Kostas pulled her in for a kiss. 

“Snuggle up under loads of blankets and watch Christmas films,” he replied, rubbing his nose against hers. 

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” she murmured, kissing him once more.

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happy golden days of yore

Player: Darwin Núñez Words: 740  Warnings: None, only fluff Request: Decorating the tree You didn't give any suggestions, so I hope you like it anon! Merry Christmas!

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This would be their first Christmas in England and Darwin had wanted it to be special. If there was anything he knew about this country before moving over here, it was that this was the country of Christmas, with a real chance of snow and lights strung across Oxford Circus, and the setting of so many Christmas stories. With all of this in mind, Darwin had suggested they each pick out five baubles that reminded them of each other to hang in the tree, hoping that they could continue adding to it each year and maybe one day include their children in this little tradition. Her face had lit up when he had suggested it, her excitement contagious, and a kiss sealed the deal. 

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“Okay, so who’s gonna go first?” she asked, hugging the gift box with her baubles for him to her chest. Darwin sat down next to her, placing his own box on the coffee table.

“How about we swap and open at the same time?” he suggested. She nodded and handed him the box.

“Okay. 3.. 2.. 1..” Darwin counted them down and they both lifted the lids on the boxes. She took a moment to take them all in. She spotted a glass greenhouse and a marbled one in her favourite colours. He’d even managed to find a miniature bottle of prosecco and a pair of skates which reminded her of their very first date where they had gone ice skating. It had been weird to go ice skating in Spain, but he had been so excited to try. Both of them had been terrible, and she could still remember the way her stomach hurt afterwards just from how much she’d laughed that night at both their clumsiness. When she spotted the rose gold beehive in reference to one of his nicknames for her, she felt that prickle in her nose as tears started to well up.

“Oh Darwin..” she said, swallowing around the lump in her throat.

“You like them?” His eyes were searching hers, making sure he had done a good job. Her kind-hearted Darwin, always making sure he had done well. It made her heart swell. 

“I love them, thank you,” she said, leaning in to give him a kiss. Darwin smiled into their kiss, resting a hand on her cheek. 

“What about yours? Do you like them?” she asked him after they broke the kiss. Darwin nodded, a big dopey smile on his face.

“Especially the Liverpool shirt and the flag one. Where did you even find a Uruguayan flag?” 

“There’s someone on Etsy who makes felt ornaments. I asked them if they could make this one,” she explained, running a finger over the glittery sun. 

“I love it, thank you amor,” Darwin murmured, taking in the collection of ornaments. Besides the obvious more football related ones, she’d found a fish ornament, a teapot (only because she couldn’t find a mate one), and a croissant that reminded her of that weekend they spent in Marseille when he first joined Benfica. They had spent the majority of that time either in bed or sat out on the balcony overlooking the harbour while indulging in French pastries. Although it had been short, it had been wonderful to step out of the public scrutiny for a few days and to just spend time together. With both their schedules it had become a rare occasion and she made a mental note to add it to her New Year’s resolutions. 

“Wanna hang them in the tree, amor?” Darwin asked, pulling her back from her memories and thoughts. She nodded and got up from the couch, taking the box with her. They had set up the tree yesterday with lights and had saved hanging the rest of the decorations for today. They worked in relative silence, the only sound coming from the bluetooth speaker which was playing Christmas music. As she hung the final ornament, she took a step back. She felt Darwin wrap his arms around her waist as he rested his head on her shoulder. Laying her hand on top of his, she took in their work. They had used the majority of the set of gold baubles they had used previous years and sprinkled the new ones in between them. The tree no longer looked like it belonged in a magazine, but to her it had never looked more perfect than it did this year. 

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see the lights in the dark

Player: Andy Robertson Words: 747  Warnings: None, fluff Request: Christmas market - I just want him being a goofball tbh <3 Nothing off limits!

For @ofxinnocence, merry Christmas! I hope you like it. He's less of a goofball in this then you maybe hoped, but I hope I did him justice

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She hadn’t really known what to expect when Andy had suggested going to the Christmas market in Edinburgh during the winter break. The plan was to spend a day in the capital before making the trip to Glasgow to go see Andy’s family to celebrate Christmas a little early. To say she was excited would be an understatement. Growing up, visiting a Christmas market wasn’t something her parents could afford. She took in the sight in front of her while Andy checked into the hotel. The streets had been blocked off for traffic and stalls that were made to look like lodges were scattered over the square. It had just gone past five o’clock and the sun was already setting. She pulled her scarf tighter around herself as a chill ran through her.

“Okay, all set. Ready?” Andy asked, taking her hand in his. She gave him a squeeze and let him pull her along. The crowds weren’t too bad, but it was still busy. She allowed her eyes to wander, taking in all the lights and the displays at each stall as Andy navigated them through the crowd. 

“Oh, you gotta try this, love,” Andy said, pulling her to a stall that sold different locally made cheeses. 

“This one’s my fave,” Andy said, pointing to a tasting platter of different cheddar cheeses. He fed her one of the cubes, taking one for himself as well. She let the cheese melt on her tongue, getting hit by the fruitiness of the added port, humming appreciatively.

“Oh, that is good. Your mum would love that too, we should get her some,” she said. Andy smiled at her and picked up a small wheel of said cheese. 

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It was getting later and now the sun had fully set, the air had a nip to it. Both their free hands were full of bags with goodies, including a couple of Christmas gifts for friends and her family. 

“I hope everyone will like their gifts,” she wondered out loud as they waited in a queue for some much needed hot chocolate.

“With your eye for detail, I’m sure they will, love,” Andy said, pulling her closer, “how did you even find that mug for Milly?” 

She shrugged. “It was kinda hidden at the back, but I think it’s perfect for him. Knew when I saw it we had to get it for him,” she replied with a smile. Andy smiled back at her, brushing his lips against her temple before placing their order. She gratefully took the to-go cup from the vendor and took a careful sip. 

“Mm, this is good hot chocolate. None of that instant stuff, but real cacao,” she commented as they moved to a bench. Andy chuckled as he sat down next to her. His back was protesting against the fact they had been on their feet for hours moving at a snail’s pace due to the crowd. He listened to her chattering away about all the things she saw, how she was in awe of the elderly woman who had knitted all those jumpers, how she loved that there were so many small businesses offering their goods. Andy had watched her take in the stalls and decorations while they had walked, surely with a dopey grin on his face at her excitement the entire time. The way her face had lit up every time she spotted a Christmas themed bauble or an ugly Christmas jumper had made his heart swell with love and adoration for her. She truly loved Christmas and was such an attentive gift giver. It was one of the many things he loved about her.

“Do you want to continue or go get something to eat?” Andy asked once they’d finished their hot chocolates.

“Can we just sit here for a bit longer?” she asked, cuddling into him, “the lights are so pretty, and I can hear the carollers from here.” 

Andy pressed a kiss on top of her head, wrapping an arm around her.

“Of course, love. I love you,” he murmured into her hair. 

“Love you, too, Andy,” she replied quietly, turning to look at the flickering lights on the Christmas tree in front of them, humming along to a Christmas carol under her breath. Andy had a feeling that actual Christmas day would be just as magical this year as it had been when he was still a boy, and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their Christmases together.

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you're the sweetest thing (I ever did see)

Pairing: Darwin Núñez x fem!reader Words: 1764 Warnings: flirting, kissing, making out A/N: This started as @kostasstsimikass and I exchanging fic ideas based on the new kit photoshoot and it snowballed from there in my Google docs. Oops.

In which Darwin needs a little push to finally talk to the pretty stylist

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Following the photographer’s instructions was not just hard because of the language this time around. Darwin had to keep asking Luis to repeat them in Spanish and even that barely registered whenever he saw the swaying of her ponytail behind the photographer. 

“Are you even listening?” Luis asked him when he noticed Darwin looking away for the hundredth time in the span of a minute. 

“Hmm?” Darwin replied, tearing his eyes away from the pretty stylist currently knelt on the floor as she hemmed Harvey’s trousers. 

“Guess that’s a no,” the Colombian chuckled. 

“Sorry,” Darwin mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up in shame at getting caught staring. Luis clapped him on the shoulder with a grin.

“No worries, mate. She’s cute, you should ask her out.” 

Darwin’s response died on his lips as the photographer called for their attention once more. 

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She couldn’t help but look over in the direction of the monitor or the set as the photographer gave his directions. The corners of her mouth tugged up involuntarily at the sound of laughter as butterflies flitted around in her stomach when she peeked past the photographer and saw Darwin’s body shake with laughter. 

“He’s single, you know,” a voice came from behind her, startling her so much she dropped the hanger she was fidgeting with. 

“Fucking hell, Trent..” she muttered, bending down to pick it back up, “You really gotta stop sneaking up on people,” she added with a glare. Trent just smirked and shrugged. 

“Just sayin’,” he replied. 

“Don’t know what you’re on about,” she mumbled, cheeks burning at the fact that she’d been caught checking out one of his teammates. The chuckle he gave her in reply only made her feel more embarrassed. 

“I’m gonna… go and do my job,” she managed to utter as she walked back to the rack holding all the outfits for today’s shoot, silently willing for the floor to open and swallow her whole. 

“We gotta get them together. How has she not seen the way he looks at her?” Andy commented as he came standing next to his teammate.  

“I know, they’ve been making eyes at each other since the summer,” Trent said as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat. Both defenders were quiet for a moment as they watched the Liverpool striker and the stylist continue sneaking glances at one another.

“I have an idea that might just work,” Andy said, face lit up with mischief. Trent’s face broke out in a matching grin as Andy shared his plan in hushed tones.

“Do I even wanna know what youse two are up to?” Jordan asked as he walked past them, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. 

“Nothing to worry about Hendo,” Andy replied, sharing a look with Trent who nodded in agreement. The Liverpool captain sighed, shaking his head as he watched the two defenders walk away.  

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She was busy putting all the accessories used in the shoot back in their cases when she heard the unmistakable voice of Andy outside of the storage room. 

“Come on lad, your mother raised you better than that. She’s been doing the heavy lifting all day.” 

Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she turned around, seeing Andy and Trent push Darwin forward with a box of the new kit in his arms before shutting the door behind him. 

“What-.. Robbo!” Darwin said as he stumbled. She was quick to grab hold of the box in an attempt to steady him, fingers brushing against his. A spark of something made her pull her hands back as if burnt, looking up at him as he dropped the box. She saw something like shock flash across his eyes and for a brief moment she wondered whether he had felt it too. He quickly broke eye contact, bending down to lift the box back up and placing it on the table to her right.

“Sorry. My friends are silly,” Darwin said, carefully forming his lips around the syllables. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s okay. Thank you for helping,” she replied. 

Darwin nodded and walked back to the door, his heart in his throat. He couldn’t deny the very obvious spark he’d felt when their hands had brushed. Had she felt it too? She must’ve, right? He shook his head, trying to make sense of the jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings, reaching for the doorknob and fully expecting the door to open. Darwin tried again, but to no avail; the door remained closed. It was then that a realisation dawned on him.

“Hijo de puta,” he muttered under his breath, banging on the door, “Robbo! Open please!” 

“Ah sorry mate! Lost the key, we’re trying to find it. Just sit tight and uh, maybe get to know each other,” Andy shouted back. Darwin gave the door one more angry hit with his fist, resting his forehead against it. He felt her hand on his shoulder, her touch unsure but wanting to offer some consolation. Darwin turned around and looked at her, watched her words die on her lips. He couldn’t stop looking at her lips, remembering the way they would tug up into a smile. Her tongue darted out to wet the bottom one and he could swear the ground underneath his feet shifted. 

“You-..” she started, clearing her throat, “you’ve got an eyelash-.. Here, let me.” Her touch was so gentle as she brushed a finger over his cheekbone, Darwin was afraid to move. He had to refrain himself from leaning into it.

“Make a wish,” she whispered, holding out her finger. Darwin couldn’t help the quirk of the corner of his mouth as he closed his eyes before blowing the eyelash off her finger. 

“What did you wish for?” she asked, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. He chuckled and shook his head.

“If I say, the wish won’t come true, no?” His reply earned him a chuckle in return as she shrugged. The movement caused a strand of hair to fall onto her face. Before he knew what was happening, Darwin brushed it behind her ear, fingers lingering as they came to rest on her jaw.

“Muy linda,” he whispered, more to himself really. 

“Tú también,” she replied, voice soft and hushed. Darwin was pretty sure his heart skipped a beat at her reply. He hadn’t meant for the compliment to come out, let alone for her to hear it. But her replying in Spanish, in the language he longed to hear most days, just to be reminded of home, made his heart soar. She wrapped a tentative hand around his wrist, his hand still against her cheek. He could see her eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his mouth and felt like he was being pulled closer towards her, like a bee would be pulled to the  prettiest of flowers. He saw her eyes flutter closed as their faces were mere inches apart, lips parting, and his breath caught in his throat. 

“Can-... May I?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, his forehead resting against hers. Her eyes remained closed, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she nodded. Darwin gently lifted her face with the knuckle of his forefinger before brushing his lips against hers. The contact was only brief and faint, but it felt like someone had lit sparklers inside his soul. She made the tiniest whimpering noise when he pulled back, sending his heart into overdrive. Her fingers fisted the material of his jersey as she pulled herself closer to him, chasing his lips. It made Darwin stumble backwards every so slightly, now leaning against the door. Their lips found each other once more and an urgency seemed to take hold of her. The kiss was no longer chaste; it was a slow burning fire, an admission of a shared longing that preceded today. Darwin moved a hand from her face to around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Her hips rolled against his and it nearly brought him to his knees as her perfume surrounded him, the mix of fruit and something so uniquely her instantly reminded him of summer. 

Darwin tentatively licked against the seam of her lips, a quiet moan escaping him at the sound she made when she parted her lips to let him in. Breaking the kiss, Darwin moved his hands down to the backs of her thighs, picking her up without any hesitation before spinning them around so her back now rested against the door. She sighed into the kiss when their mouths found each other again, her legs hooked around his hips. The kiss took on a slow urgency, the both of them needing to be closer still. Darwin couldn’t help but smile against her skin as his lips moved to her neck, hearing her gasp as he pressed a delicate kiss right below her jaw. 

“Darwin-...” she sighed, not finishing her thought but instead letting out the tiniest moan as he gently sucked on a spot behind her ear. The sound went straight to his groin.

“I’d love to discover all the noises you make, hermosa, but there are too many people outside,” he murmured, face still half-hidden against her neck. He heard how her breathing stuttered at his admission, couldn’t help the smirk at her gasp when his hands found their way under her jumper, just above the waistband of her jeans, as his fingers traced slow patterns across her skin. She directed his mouth back to hers, kissing him with a hunger that told him all he needed to know –that she felt the same way. 

Darwin was quick to realise someone was about to open the door when he heard the key in the lock. He carefully lowered her, but held her against him as he kissed her again. The sound of wolf whistles and hollering finally broke them apart. Darwin looked down at her, saw her bite her lips once more before she reached up to kiss his cheek.

“Come find me after the shoot,” she whispered in his ear before turning around to leave the closet. Darwin felt the corner of his mouth tug up in a smile as he watched her go. His teammates cajoled and teased him, but he didn’t care. Most of their words went straight over his head anyway, but he knew they were teasing him. At least now he had motivation to remain focussed on the photographer: the quicker the shoot went, the quicker he’d get to see her again. 

The end of season exhaustion combined with end of year teacher exhaustion turned writing this into a marathon, not a sprint. This fic would not have seen the light of day without @kostasstsimikass and @emilielfc -girls I love you more than I can put into words. Thank you for always feeding the brain rot

Please let me know what you think, whether it's just an assortment of emojis or a keyboard smash: I treasure both equally

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!

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Bookstores & coffees

Player: Trent Alexander-Arnold Words: 850 Requested: Anon Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, thigh riding, dirty talk A/N: not gonna lie, took me a while to come up with something that included your idea, but here it is. Hope I did it justice!

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Trent pushed the door open, the brass bell above the door signalling a new customer had arrived. He spotted his girlfriend at the till, ringing up a customer. Trent raised his hand as a greeting and turned to browse the bookshelves as he waited for her to finish. 

“Have a lovely day Mrs Winton, I’ll give you a ring when that book comes in.”

Mrs Winton said her goodbyes and left the store. She made her way over to where she had seen Trent disappear in between the shelves. He’d put the to-go tray with coffee down on the floor and was flipping through the new Peter Crouch autobiography.

“There’s currently a deal on for LFC players, buy an ex-player’s memoir and get a free kiss. You can claim your discount at the till,” she joked. Trent looked up and let out a laugh.

“You say that to every footballer that comes here?” 

“Nah, only to the best right-back in the Premier League,” she said, a twinkle in her eyes. Trent laughed and put the book back on the shelf. He then held out his hand for her to take. Trent pulled her in for a hug, giving her a quick kiss.

“Missed you this morning. Didn’t hear you leave,” he murmured against her hair.

“I’m sorry babe. Had to open and you were out cold, looking adorable all cuddled up into the duvet.” Trent chuckled.

“Don’t ever tell Robbo, I’ll never hear the end of it.” 

“Deal,” she said, “What brings you in besides the need for cuddles?” 

Trent let go of her and bent to pick up the tray. “Brought you coffee.” He lifted one of the cups up to check and offered it to her. 

“Please tell me it’s a-...” 

“A maple hazel latte with oat milk? Yep,” Trent interrupted her. She took a sip and sighed, a smile tugging on her lips. 

“I love you for bringing me coffee.” 

“Oh, is that all you love me for?” Trent said with a grin, an eyebrow raised. 

“Mm, among other things,” she replied, running her tongue over her bottom lip before biting down on it. Memories of last night filled her thoughts. She could feel her cheeks heat up and put the coffee cup down on the display table to her right, worried she might drop it otherwise as Trent closed the gap between them, backing them up against the bookshelf. 

“Oh, I like the look of that thought,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling against her jaw. She let out a soft gasp, feeling his beard scratch against her skin. 

“Wanna share what’s got you blushing?” he continued.

“L-last night…” she whispered, swallowing hard. She felt herself clench around nothing at the thought of him taking her against the shelves, knowing anyone could walk in and see them. They were towards the back of the store, hidden from view for anyone looking in, but it was still a public place. 

“We did lots of things last night, gotta be specific love.” Trent moved his lips down her jaw, to her neck. She tilted her head, giving him better access.

“You taking me against the-the windows i-in the living room… Trent…” Her eyes fluttered closed. He had moved his thigh to between her legs, pressing slightly. Her hips started to rock against him without her really being aware of it, the seam of her jeans pressing against her already throbbing clit.

“Trent…” she repeated, a soft moan escaping her. 

“My girl is a little exhibionist, who would’ve thought,” Trent whispered in her ear, biting down gently on her lobe. She moaned again at his words, grinding against his thigh. 

“Do you think you can come like this? Using my body for your pleasure?” His hands took hold of her hips, guiding her, holding her in place, as he pressed even more firmly against her. She let out a high-pitched whine, feeling her orgasm build low in the pit of her stomach. She clutched at the fabric of his shirt, needing something to hold onto. 

“I bet you’re close already, just imaging me fucking you against these shelves. What if someone walked in?” Trent smirked when the blush staining her cheeks crept down to her chest.

“Oh, but you like that, don’t you? My dirty girl, look at you. Pretty much coming at the thought of getting caught,” he murmured. 

“Fuck,” she whispered, eyes flying open when her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Trent pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her cries as she rode the waves of her climax. 

She gulped as she came down from her high, becoming acutely aware of where they were. She blinked slowly, once, twice, as Trent’s grinning face came back into focus.

“You asshole!” she whisper-shouted at him, hitting him against his chest. Trent could only laugh at her expression, picking up his coffee from where he’d put it down on a shelf next to them and taking a sip. 

“What if my boss walked in on us?” 

“Good thing she didn’t then,” Trent replied, still grinning at her. 

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Watching scary films

Player: Trent Alexander-Arnold Words: 729 Requested: Anon Warnings: Fluff (ends less than innocent) A/N: Hope you like it lovely! Thank you so much for requesting Trent

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The moment she had agreed to it, she knew it was a bad idea.

“Why did I say yes to this? Oh jesus…” she said, hiding her face in Trent’s shoulder which was shaking with his laughter. 

“‘Cos you love me,” came his reply as he looked down at her.

“Currently I don’t!” 

In all fairness it had been her idea to watch a film and she did tell him that he could pick because she’d chosen the previous one. But why did he have to pick a horror film?

“Because it’s almost Halloween?” came his answer. Apparently she had said that out loud. 

“You could’ve picked Hocus Pocus if that’s your reasoning. Next time ask Robbo to watch them with you. Or Hendo.” Trent laughed again and pulled her closer against him. 

She hated this. Blood and gore were one thing, but the jumpscares were putting her on edge. They watched as the female protagonist went back into the living room of the cabin she and her husband were staying in. By now the viewer was aware of the three murderers that were out there, waiting for them. 

“JeSUS!” she shrieked, as the protagonist came face to face with one of them standing outside the window. It scared her so much that her whole body jerked, sending the popcorn flying making Trent laugh. 

“Not funny,” she sulked. Trent picked a few popcorn kernels up from her lap, popping them into his mouth.

“’s a little funny,” he said with a grin. 

“I’m holding you responsible when I have nightmares tonight.” 

“Don’t worry, love, I’ll protect you.” She somehow doubted that and glared at him. 

After the film had ended, Trent took the empty glasses and bowl to the kitchen while she turned the lights off in the living room before heading upstairs. The corridor leading into their bedroom was dark and she debated whether to just turn every single light on but decided against it; it would only mean having to leave the bedroom to turn them all off. She moved into their ensuite and pulled her dress off and threw it into the laundry basket, leaving her in just her underwear. Because she was focussed on looking for her cleanser, she hadn’t heard Trent coming into the room. She felt two arms wrap around her waist, pulling her backwards. It startled her so much that she screamed and due to the nature of the film, started thrashing in his arms to break free. 

“Ow!” Trent yelped as her elbow made contact with his ribs, causing him to lose grip on her.

“You asshole! I thought you were a murderer!” she shouted, hitting him against his chest as he dropped her. Trent rubbed over the spot where she had hit him, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.

“Not funny!” 

“I’m sorry baby. How can I make it up to you?” he asked, pulling her into his arms. She begrudgingly let him, arms crossed over her chest. When she didn’t respond, he nudged her temple with his nose, pressing a soft kiss there.

“You have to cuddle me. All night. And keep a light on. And make breakfast tomorrow morning. Cereal doesn’t count,” she said, turning so she could look at him.

“Deal,” Trent said, a smile tugging on his lips.

“And I get to pick the next two films.”

“You should negotiate my new contract,” he replied with a chuckle before kissing her softly as if to sign the agreement. She melted into his arms, kissing him back.

“You might end up with a kisses and hugs quota per day clause,” she said after breaking the kiss. Trent laughed. 

“I’m sure Klopp and Pep would love that. How about we discuss.. other additional clauses in the comfort of our bed, hm?” His brown eyes twinkled mischievously and his lips broke into his trademark grin. He pulled her closer to him and she could feel him hardening against her stomach. It sent shivers down her spine. All she could do was nod as a reply and let Trent move them into the bedroom. She had a feeling these other clauses wouldn’t be suitable for work, but she sure couldn’t wait to find out exactly what he had in mind. One thing she knew for sure: it’d be enough to make her forget all about the scary film.