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agender-wolfie · 10 months ago
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When you get into a fandom but 99% of the fics are fem and are unlabeled or untagged
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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago
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Deserving - Will Trent x Reader (NSFW)
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Tagging: @words-and-seeds
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You need more from Will tonight; he can always tell when it comes to you. It’s in the way that you kiss him, your full body leaning into it so desperate, so wanting. Since the two of you have become intimate, he’s always been able to read you. When your fingers come to toy with his tie, he knows exactly what you need.
“So, this is what you want huh?” He murmurs as he pulls the tie from the collar of his shirt and holds it up in front of you. “Does my girl need me to take care of her?”
You exhale, your thighs gripping his hips just a little tighter as you review the taut fabric between his hands. He sees the rawness in your eyes, the desire to have every single part of you stripped away. You spend day after day building up this armour, it’s the only way to survive this job but when it comes to taking it off…
It’s not as easy as just leaving it at the door.
“You ain’t got nothing to say sugar?” He tuts, his heated lips ghosting up the curve of your throat. “You know the rules. You have to tell me what you want.”
“I need you to take control.” You whisper as his teeth graze that deviant little space just underneath the hinge of your jaw. “I need to get out of my own head for a while.”
Will understands it. He’s built the same way, instead of giving up control he craves it. It’s the reason the two of you work so well, he’s attuned to your vices, the same way your attuned to his.
“Alright darlin.” He drawls as his fingertip pops the first button of your shirt. “I’ll take care of you.”
He’s tender when he takes you to bed, his lips brushing over yours as he undresses you slowly. For Will every time is like unwrapping a gift. He peels away the layers revealing pretty pink lace, he knows you’ve worn this just for him. His thumb teases over your nipple, bringing it to attention before his mouth encloses on it. His tongue flicks over the fabric and the noise that leaves your mouth makes his dick twitch in his trousers.
“Turn over for me.” He requests. “Onto your stomach.”
You do as you’re told, and he gets a full view of that perfect peach of yours, that sliver of lace disappearing between your cheeks. He’s leaking by the time he grabs up the tie from it’s place on the nightstand.
“Hands.” He murmurs and you obey, placing one wrist over the other at the small of your back.
He’s careful as he binds your hands together, he leaves enough give so that you’re safe but secure. His fingertips trail down along the curve of your spine, ghosting along the hem of your thong before his palm covers your ass, squeezing tightly. You moan into the mattress, grinding against the sheets.
Will smiles because his girl just can’t seem to help herself.
He draws back his hand and spanks you, the sound resonating through the air as he utters the word.
“Behave.”
He leaves you there, sprawled out on your stomach amongst his sheets. His eyes are on you as he undresses, his gaze fixed on the glistening lace between your legs. You’re soaked already, he can see the shine in the low light from the lamp on the nightstand.
“On your knees.” He says before he strips off his trousers.
You comply, drawing your knees up underneath you so that your ass is in the air and your cheek pressed to the mattress. It’s a gorgeous sight, one he knows how to make even better. His fingers snag on your underwear, drawing it down your thighs until you’re completely on display for him.
“So pretty like this.” He whispers as his palms come to rest on your cheeks, holding you open. “I’m going to ruin you darlin, gonna fuck all of those thoughts right out of your head.”
You whine as his tongue traces over your nakedness, the noise stifled by the sheets. He’s deliberate with his teasing, firm and unrelenting. The thing you love about Will is his attention to detail and he uses that as a weapon as he exploits every single one of your weaknesses. He focuses his attention  on your clit, tracing over it in dexterous circles before he returns to your opening, fucking you once again.
You cry out into the sheets, the sound muffled and Will moans into your pussy. This position, it’s perfection, he has you right where he wants you. All you can do is take the pleasure he bestows upon you, and all Will can do is love you the way that you deserve to be loved.
He doesn’t let you come, that would be too easy. He wants you delirious with the pleasure when he takes you, that’s part of the game, it’s how he divests you of all the chaos that resides in your head.
When he edges you for the third time, he knows you’ve reached your limit. You’re a writhing mess on his sheets, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you call his name. It’s that pleading tone that gets him, the yearning in your voice. In that moment you need him just as much as he needs you.
The problem is he’s always needs you.
In bed and out of it.
It’s bliss, the sensation of easing inside of you. It always is. A moment of true connection, something that Will has spent his entire life craving.
“Oh honey,” He drawls, his palm grasping the tie that binds your wrists together before he draws you back onto his cock. “You feel like a god damn dream.”
You take him so well, you’re wet, tight and just the perfect fit. He fucks you with long, unhurried strokes, his cock dragging over your sweet spot over and over again. His fingers tangle in your hair, drawing you up against his body, his chest pressing against your back as he wraps his arms around you holding you close. He knows you need the intimacy, that it heightens the experience, you need to feel safe in the moment, cared for.
He knows you’re on the cusp, he can feel in the way you flutter around him, hear it in the way you say his name.
All you need is a little push and Will knows exactly what to say to get you there.
“You deserve this.” He whispers to you. “You deserve to be happy, to be loved.”
Those words, they tip you right over the edge, sending you into a freefall as the ecstasy tears through you like a wildfire. It steals away your thoughts, your sanity and everything else in between. Will’s grip on you tightens as he comes, his cock buried all the way into the hilt as he spills his release deep inside of you.
“I love you.” He breathes into your ear as he cradles you close. “I promise I’m always going to love you.”
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bi-bard · 2 years ago
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How are we feeling about the new Will Trent show?
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operationladybug · 2 months ago
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hamiltonells · 9 months ago
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ALWAYS ~ JUDE BELLINGHAM
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[sort of based of this request! so thank you for request. please let me know what you think! always welcome to criticism, also let me know if you would like a series based or this little family! 🍓]
[SUMMARY: being soon to be parents is hard especially being so young as well, but Jude and y/n takes everything in their stride]
[WARNINGS: fluff, smut, morning sickness? not edited, swearing spelling mistakes? ]
You’re feet shuffled across the cold kitchen flooring as you soothed your bump with one hand and held a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in the other, Your seven -month bump slightly peaking out of Jude’s shirt.
“Are you still okay for tomorrow, beautiful?” Jude’s voice reaches out over the FaceTime call, as you sitback down on the sofa and put the blanket over your bump.
With Jude being in Madrid, it was decided that you would have dinner at his parents' house in England. Due to your frequent travels between England and Madrid, you rarely have the opportunity to spend time with his family, especially with his mother being in the middle.
you placed the laptop on your lap during the ongoing FaceTime call with Jude, “Yeah all good jude, what time is your flight back” your voice grew tired with every sentence you speak.
“flight is about four in the morning will get back home at seven”Jude's voice making you grow even more tired and relaxed.
You knew it was difficult for Jude to balance being at the top of the football world and being a father at just twenty years of age, but he never complained about it once
It was unexpected for you to become pregnant, and it came as a surprise since you are only nineteen and Jude is twenty years old, but you both took it as your little blessing.
"Is my little one okay? It seems like she's wearing Mommy out" Jude's voice echoes through the FaceTime call, "we're okay, just tired and the usual sickness," your voice tiredly drawls out.
Since discovering you were pregnant, you have been experiencing severe nausea, even if it was morning or night It felt like a constant battle to keep any food down, and the smell of certain foods would instantly trigger your gag reflex.
"Plus, we miss daddy a lot," you said "fuck,don't do that voice, it turns me on" he added with a rough accent, you tutted “better hurry up home then”
"I'll be back home shortly, my Love," he said in his gentle Birmingham accent.
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you was sound asleep when you heard the keys jingle in the door, the door open and Jude's footsteps slowly and carefully plodding up the stairs.
You hear Jude carefully open the door to the bedroom where you both share. As you shuffle yourself up to sit against the headboard, you reach for the switch to switch on the lamp, and you switch it on.
"What are you doing awake?" Jude's tired voice broke the silence of the room. You turned to see him rubbing his eyes, looking disheveled and exhausted.
"I missed you, heard you trying to be quiet" you admitted "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disturb you" he replied, a sheepish smile on his face.
"You could never disturb me. I always want to hear your voice." you said softly, Moving to swing your legs out of bed holding your pregnant belly as you trying to ignore the persistent pressure on your bladder.
You sigh, knowing you have to get out of bed to relieve yourself.
“oi what you doing, let me help” Jude’s voice fills your ears, as he rushes to be by your side, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, supporting your weight.
As he presses a soft kiss to your head, Your loving Jude gently helps you out of bed and guides you to the bathroom, making sure you don't trip over your own feet.
Once you’ve emptied your bladder, you get back into bed with a kiss on the cheek from Jude.
You snuggle into the bed sheets, Jude’s bare back now facing you as he’s rambling on about something with his toothbrush in his mouth, you don’t realise your eyes have started to close until you feel the bed dip beside you.
“Sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you again” Jude whispered as he pulled the duvet over the pair of you, with your back facing Jude he slides his arms around you and on to your bump.
"I love you and we both missed you," you murmur softly in response to him, you feel him snuggle into your neck as he presses a soft kiss there.
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“hey Jobe”you slightly laugh out his name as he opens the door only to be thrown into a headlock by his own brother, the pair of them shuffling into the living room as they play fight with each other.
You shut the front door and clean your feet on the doormat before untying your shoelaces and removing your shoes.
You enter the living room and see the two brothers sitting on the sofa with a sour expression and Denise giving them a look.
"Y/n, lovely seeing you again” Denise greets you warmly as she glances up and sees you standing in the doorway “you look amazing, not long left now” she hugs you as you smile and look down, “thank you Denise” you gushed as you sat in between Jude and Jobe.
“only a couple more months left, did Jude show you the scan pictures” you continued.
"Yeah, he did," she replied with a smile. "They're amazing, aren't they? I can't believe how much the baby has grown already."
"I know, it's incredible," you said, excitement evident in your voice. "I can't wait to meet him or her."
"As long as they don't look like Jude, they will be alright" Jobe joked “You’re literally like a mini Jude, Jobe” You laughed as you put your hand onto Jude’s thigh.
“It's nice to know that I can actually grow a beard at the moment" Jude mumbles to himself, but loud enough so that Jobe can hear, "you call that a beard" Jobe laughs as he’s dodging Jude's kick.
As Denise calls all of you over for dinner, Jude gets up first to assist you up, putting one hand on your back as he guides you over to the dinner table, he sits next to you his hand on your thigh.
Mark, Jude’s dad is sat across from you, making slight conversation as you start eating your food.
As you took another bite of your food, your stomach churned you felt a wave of nausea wash over you, you reach out to take a sip of your water to hopefully wash it down.
But as the night went on, the feeling only got worse, your hand went straight over your mouth mumbling your apologies as you rush through the house to get to the bathroom.
He trails behind you, apologizing to his family before heading to the bathroom to assist you, gently rubbing circles on your back as you lean over the toilet, feeling him gather your hair up in his hands.
“you okay baby?” His voice soothing you, you lean back into him breathless as the embarrassment washes over you.
”Jude, I am deeply embarrassed. Your mother and your entire family are under the impression that I became sick because of the meal she cooked.“You convey your concern by covering your face with your hands.
“she doesn’t think that, don’t be stupid they know your struggling with your pregnancy” Jude tries to calm your down by wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you both sit in the bathroom floor.
“You okay y/n?” Denise’s worried voice makes you look up, as you see her standing in the doorway “she’s okay mum, bit tired though I think” Jude answers for you as he puts a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'll set up Jude's room for you both, and maybe it'll be best if you stay overnight, I'll bring some lemonade up to help it helped my morning sickness with Jobe" Denise smiles at you .
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In a pair of shorts and an old shirt, you lay on the bed of Jude's old bedroom, covered in the familiar smell of his old clothes.
Jude is right next to you, scrolling through his phone on his lap with his hand on your inner thigh as he softly squeezes it, as he as he speaks with Jobe who is laying across the end of the bed, who is also scrolling on his phone.
"How much longer do you have left?" Jobe asks quietly as you open your eyes to his voice. "Just a little over a month, why are you excited, Uncle Jobe?" you playfully respond.
he just hums to your question, focusing back on whatever was on his phone.
The next thing you notice is Jude placing his phone on his bedside table, and then shuffles over and settles his head on your chest while his hands go straight to shirt to lift it up, his hands go to your bump to soothe it.
In your hands, you are gentle touching the ends of his hair gently twisting it and reaching to his scruffy beard gently scratching it as he hums softly to.
When he presses a soft kiss against your bump, your unborn baby gives him a small kick as they responds to his kisses
“Did you feel that?” Jude’s face snaps around to face you as he realizes what has happened “yeah, going to be like there daddy” you smile as you stroke his cheek.
“what? let me feel, move Jude” Jobe says as he rushes to your side and he places his own hand on your bump he pushes Jude's hands away as he presses his own against the bump.
“Jobe, fucking hell it's my kid.” Jude leans down for a for a kiss before getting up and making his way to the bathroom. You giggle as you see Jude's scrunched up face as he gets up and goes to the bathroom.
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you’ve just gotten into bed when Jude come in with a glass of water and places it on your bedside table, “mum says goodnight” you hum to answer him while tugging him down to yourself.
"Careful," he laughs as he catches himself on his hands as he's above you, your hands go around his neck as you press a kiss to his lips.
His laughter fades into a soft sigh as he leans in for another kiss, his lips meeting yours once more before he puts his face into your neck and presses a few light kisses.
“You have a good day, baby?” He mumbles into the crook of your neck “the best thank j” you the nickname you call him slides off your tongue easily.
Jude hums“I love you so bloody much”
“I love you more” you giggle even more when be nips your neck.
He seals your lips together once more, using his knees to spread your thighs a bit further apart for him as he spreads them apart.
In the midst of your kiss, he lets out a breathy moan, courtesy of the fingers which are holding his face, interrupting your kiss with a breathy moan.
Jude utilizes the chance to break away and snag a pillow from his side of the bed, urging your hips up by tapping the fluffy thing against your side.
your lift your back up, and he settles it under your lower back and bum to prop you up. Fortunately for him, he has had extensive experience navigating the challenges of your pregnant belly.
he grips your shorts and carefully pulls them off, taking your knickers off and softly pressing a kiss to your thigh in the progress.
Settling between your thighs, Jude giggles when you wraps your legs around his hips and tugs him closer.
Jude’s body hovers over yours , love-sick smiles a breath away from meeting each other, and he drags his fingers through your folds, groaning at how slick you’ve become.
“Oh fuck” you whisper into Jude’s ear, biting back a grin as Jude grips his cock with the fingers that had previously been fondling you.
Jude smiles as their chests are pressed together, enjoying the feeling of their stomachs touching while he guides himself into your slit.
Jude hums appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in how warm and gooey you are for him. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to have you this desperate for him and his touch.
“Need to be quiet, Jobe next door” he whispered as a moan ripped though your body.
"Oh it's so good darling," he mumbles to you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He made a gentle backward slip, pulling the hips back gently as he slipped forward again, his breath stuttering as he dutifully slipped forward once again.
Guiding him, you softly release a moan, lowering one hand to the lower part of his back. With a whisper that tickles his ear, you affirm, "Jude, So so good." Tickled by the sensation, he squirms slightly and responds with a small laugh.
Jude soft with his movements, cautious of the baby between yourself, "made for being wrapped me huh?" And jude thinks nothing ever been truer.
Your arms were made to hold him, youe hands were made for pulling him closer and closer, and your heart was made to completely consume his.
you reached your high before him, rolling your hips up to try and bring him to the edge, grinding down into your heat as his cock twitches and buries deep in your walls.
Jude knows you’re watching his eyes scrunch shut and his gaping mouth curl into a breathy laugh as he comes “sorry baby, too tired for another one” he breathes into your neck.
As you nod and brush the sweaty spots from his forehead to soothe him and just like that, he is already able to feel lighter. He never has to sorry with you, you’ll always be here for him.
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insidekatmind · 6 days ago
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After cinema- Levi Colwill
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Wearning: +18,smut
While you are sitting in his car, the engine turned off and the only light that dim the parking lot streetlights, the air is saturated with a strange stillness. The film is just over and the silence around you seems to accentuate your breaths, the thoughts that buzz in your head. Levi has a hand resting distractedly on the steering wheel, his denim jacket sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and you can’t stop looking at him.
"So?" he asks you suddenly, turning to you with that just-touched smile that makes your heart beat faster. "What do you think of the film?"
You try to answer, to look focused, but your eyes wander on him. The perfect features, the defined jaw, his soft lips moving as he speaks. You can hardly put words together.
"It was... nice, yes. I really liked the ending," you finally reply, even though you spent the last half hour of the film sneaking glances at it rather than paying attention to the plot.
Levi starts laughing quietly, slightly bowing his head as he studies you. "Really? Are you sure? You seemed more interested in something else," he says jokingly, and his gaze becomes a little deeper, a little more inquiring.
You feel caught in the act and blush, trying to look away, but you can’t. Your eyes inevitably turn to him, his wide shoulders that seem to fill the car’s cabin, his relaxed but incredibly sexy expression.
"Don’t blame me if you’re the one distracting me," you whisper, more like a thought than a real answer, and you find yourself biting your lip.
Levi smiles again, but this time it’s different. There’s a flash of something in his eyes, something that makes you completely lose the ability to think rationally. The tension between you is palpable, like a thin thread that just touch to break.
You slide your hand on his, still leaning on the wheel. He does not withdraw, on the contrary, his fingers are gently entwined with yours. The warmth of his touch passes through you like an electric current.
"If you keep looking at me like that..." he whispers, his voice low and husky, "...I don’t know how much I can resist."
His confession makes you smile timidly, but you don’t look down. "What if I didn’t want you to resist?" Answer, bolder than you expected.
It’s a moment. You don’t wait for an answer. You lean slightly towards him, the breath sticking to your throat. Levi looks at you, surprised but pleased, and when your lips touch his, it seems to you that the whole world ceases to exist.
At first the kiss is sweet, almost shy, but lasts only a second. Levi immediately delves deeper, his free hand reaching you to caress your cheek and draw you closer. The way he kisses you is almost overwhelming, full of restrained passion, and you are completely lost in that moment. His lips move over yours with a precision that makes you lose your mind, while his warm breath mixes with yours.
Your heart beats so hard in your chest that you think he can feel it too. Levi just moves away to look into your eyes, his even darker than before, full of a desire that makes you spin your head.
"You’re amazing," he whispers with a tired but sincere smile. "And you’re a bit of a temptress, you know?"
You smile, the breath still irregular. "You’re no less, Colwill."
"Huh, yeah?" he answers, tilting his head again with a look of defiance. "Perhaps I should show you how little control I have when it comes to you."
You laugh, but his face is serious enough to let you know he’s not joking. The tension immediately returns to fill the machine, but this time it is no longer a burden: it is something exciting, something you both want.
"I don’t have to stop you,"he whispers with a mischievous smile.
Levi smiles in turn, stooping down again to you for another kiss, and this time there is nothing sweet or shy. His lips claim yours with a hunger that leaves you breathless, and you cling to him as if you were afraid to let him go. Levi’s hand gently slides on your back, holding you even closer to him, while the world outside the machine disappears altogether.
When you finally come off, both breathless, you lean against the seat and look at him, laughing quietly.
"Okay," you morose. "Maybe the movie wasn’t the best part of the night."
Levi smiles, pulling a lock of hair from your face. "I knew you would come to distract me too."
A smile escapes you unintentionally, as you look into his eyes once more. His expression is indelible, but full of that warmth that makes you feel like you’re the only thing in the world on which his thoughts are centered. Without saying anything, you lean back towards him again, letting your lips go back to seek his
The kiss grew rapidly in intensity to become a dance hasty and needy of your lips.
Levi’s hand was wrapped around your throat, while his tongue played with yours. The palm of your hand traced his muscular chest and then it went down to the pants of his suit.
When your hand got there, you grabbed his dick through the pants. Levi moaned against your lips and began to kiss you with more hunger.
His body was shaking as you caressed his hard cock through his pants. " Baby, come on be a good girl and take my cock in your hand" Levi whispered close to your lips and you nodded excited.
You pulled his pants down by pulling out his hard cock from his underwear and he grunted at the impact.
Every touch of your hand on his dick took Levi to heaven. While you were still kissing, Levi moaned in your mouth and nibbled on your lip making you groan.
you smeared the pre-cum that was leaking around his toe with your thumb. Your index finger traced the vein running down the bottom of his rod. The action made Levi tremble on the chair.
You pumped his cock faster while he moaned in the kiss and stroked your neck.
You broke off the kiss wanting to see his expressions when he groaned.
He closed his eyes enjoying as you were sawing it. " Shit Baby, you’re so good," he said moaning and you smiled while gently kissing his lips without ever stopping your movements.
You kissed again gently as you continued to saw it passionately.
The car was full of his moaning and the sound of your hand moving on her cock.
You started to put your other hand to help you and you also started playing with his balls making him moan.
Levi deepened the kiss, kissing you with his tongue as you increased your thrusts with your hands and he moaned in your mouth because he had cum.
Levi broke away from the kiss and watched you as he remained with his mouth half open trying to catch his breath.
You smiled at him and started licking his cum and he moans as he looked at the roof of his car with a satisfied smile to then look back on you
"So good for me," whispered Levi as he stroked your hair and watched you lick his cum. " So sexy" he whispered.
When you laced everything you went up on him and Levi smiled putting his left hand on your side while with the right one he stroked your butt.
"We should go to the movies more often if this happens" he said and you chuckled kissing him.
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stuniolvs · 5 months ago
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hot make out sesh with jobe request ?
LET ME SHOW YOU, JOBE BELLINGHAM
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The atmosphere was thick with tension as Jobe and Y/N found themselves alone in the quiet living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows on the walls. Jobe leaned against the wall, his eyes locked onto Y/N, who was fidgeting nervously with her fingers. They had been dancing around this moment for weeks, and the air between them was charged with unspoken desire.
“Y/N,” Jobe finally said, his voice low and rough, breaking the silence. "We can't keep pretending like this."
She looked up at him, her heart racing. "I know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The longing in her eyes matched the heat radiating from his body. "I want you, Jobe."
That simple confession sent a surge of need through him. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, closing the distance between them. Without another word, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface for far too long.
Y/N melted into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as if she could fuse their bodies together. The kiss was urgent, filled with pent-up frustration and desire.
Jobe's hands slid to her waist, holding her tightly against him as they lost themselves in each other.
"God, I've wanted this," Jobe breathed against her lips, his breath warm and intoxicating. "I need you."
Y/N gasped, her heart racing at the rawness of his words. "I need you too," she replied, the honesty in her voice making Jobe's pulse quicken.
He deepened the kiss, their lips moving together in a desperate rhythm. Jobe's hands explored her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he pressed her against the wall, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Y/N arched into him, feeling every inch of his body against hers, the heat between them intensifying with every kiss.
"Jobe," she murmured, pulling back just enough to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with desire. "I've wanted you for so long."
"Then let me show you," he said, his voice thick with need.
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v6quewrlds · 26 days ago
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❝ guilt trip, t. alexander-arnold. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  
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‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: every year, trent and his mates bet on no nut november. and every year trent fails to hold out. it's really not your fault you can't hold off.
‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: so sorry this is up so late <3 day ten of my no nut november series.
‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, brief fingering, begging.
‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader.
‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.7k.
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"I can't believe it's November already," you said, your eyes fixed on the calendar. The page, a warm palette complementary to the warm autumnal hues of the season, glared back at you with a single, scribbled note: "No Nut November begins today". You sighed, knowing what this meant for you and Trent's love life for the next thirty days.
Trent sailed into the room, his broad frame casting a shadow over your thoughts. "I think this is my year, babe," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I swear I'm gonna win that bet."
You could only roll your eyes at the sheer absurdity of the bet. "You've never made it past the first week," you reminded him, your voice laden with skepticism.
Every November 1st, you had come to expect the same conversation with Trent. You knew the drill: he'd announce the start of the "No Nut November" challenge with the excitement of a kid on Christmas Eve, and you would play along, feigning shock and annoyance. But this year, you felt a twinge of genuine annoyance. You had been dating for almost two years now, and you had hoped that by this point, the juvenile betting pool with his football mates would've grown old. But here you were, staring down the barrel of another month-long abstinence challenge.
Trent, ever the competitor, was undeterred by your eye roll. "This year's different," he assured you, crossing the room to give your arm a playful squeeze. "Me and the boys have upped the stakes. The winner gets bragging rights and a sweet little prize."
You raised an eyebrow. "And what's the prize this time?" you asked, already bracing yourself for the inevitable.
Trent's eyes lit up. "It's a weekend getaway to a posh spa resort. Imagine it, babe," he said, his voice full with enthusiasm. "Just you and me, no interruptions, no training, no matches."
You couldn't help but feel a spark of interest. A weekend at a spa was something you hadn't indulged in for quite some time. "And who's doing the challenge this year?" you inquired, knowing full well that you would be the one keeping Trent honest.
"Just me, Dom, Ryan, and Harvey," Trent listed off his competitors with a grin. "But it's mainly between Dom and me, to be honest."
You sighed, knowing that Dominik was going to be the toughest competition for Trent. "Alright, you know the rules," you said, trying to hide your amusement. "No funny business for the next thirty days."
Trent nodded solemnly. "I know, I know," he said, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. "But just think of the prize, love. A whole weekend of pampering and no distractions. We can finally relax."
You couldn't argue with that. "Fine, I'll hold you to it," you said with a smirk. "But if you even think about cheating..."
"Would I ever?" Trent protested, his eyes wide and innocent. You just raised an eyebrow at him, and he chuckled, admitting defeat. "Okay, okay, I'll behave."
The first week was surprisingly easy, with Trent's focus on the bet keeping him in check. The two of you spent your evenings watching movies and playing board games, your hands brushing against each other in innocent gestures that somehow seemed more intimate than your usual passionate encounters.
But as November marched on, the tension grew. You could feel it in the way Trent's eyes lingered on you, the way his touch slightly lingered. The air in the apartment thickened with unspoken desire, and you had to bite your tongue to keep from teasing him too much. You knew how much this ridiculous challenge meant to him, and you didn't want to be the one to make him stumble.
One evening, with about four days left to go, Trent came home from training with a new haircut, the fresh scent of aftershave wafting through the door before he did. You were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for your dinner, but you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him. His hair was buzzed closer to his scalp than it had been that morning, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and the intensity in his brown eyes. Though you would deny it, you nearly dropped the knife at the sight of him.
"What do you think?" Trent asked, a hopeful lilt in his voice as he spun around to show you the full picture.
You couldn't help but stare. The clean-shaven edges of his head and the short, textured hair on top were always a favorite look of yours, but the excitement in his eyes was purely childlike. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back a smile. "Looks good," you said, your voice a little too flat. "Very clean, babe."
Trent stepped closer, leaning against the kitchen counter, his gaze trained on your reaction. "Thanks," he said, his voice a little too casual. "Thought I'd go for a change."
You could see the challenge in his eyes, the silent dare to push the boundaries of the bet. You scoffed, trying to play it cool. "Don't get too cocky," you warned him. "You've still got a few days to go."
Trent chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "Cocky?" he repeated, his smirk growing wider at the double entendre. "Now why would you say that?"
You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your expression neutral as you continued to prep dinner. "Because you know it's going to be hard to resist," you said, your voice low. "Especially looking like that."
Trent pushed himself off the counter and sauntered over to you, his movements slow and deliberate. "Is that so?" he murmured, his breath warm on your neck as he peered over your shoulder. His fingers danced across your waist, making your heart flutter despite your resolve to keep things PG for the next few days.
"Trent, don't," you chided, swatting his hand away, but not before you felt the electricity of his touch zipping through your body. You turned to face him, your desire shimmering in your eyes despite your stern expression. "You're making this impossible."
"Impossible?" he said with a cheeky smile, his thumb brushing the side of your face. "You know you want to." His voice was a low murmured tease that sent shivers down your spine.
You tried to maintain your composure, but the smell of his fresh shower gel and the sight of his toned arms flexing as he leaned against the counter was making it increasingly difficult. "I've been helping you remember?" you said, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.
"Ah, but what's the fun in that?" Trent whispered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Besides, it can stay our secret?"
You knew you should be the voice of reason, but his touch was making your knees weak, and the way he looked at you with that cocky grin had your mind racing. You stepped back, trying to create some distance, but the kitchen was small, and he followed you, his hand sliding around your waist to pull you closer.
"Trent," you protested, even as she felt yourself melting into his embrace. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch, your body craving his warmth.
He kissed your neck, his lips lingering on your sensitive skin. "Come on, love," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "One little slip won't hurt."
Your resolve was wavering. The smell of him, the heat of his body, and the promise in his eyes were too tempting. "Trent," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "We can't. You'll lose the bet."
Trent leaned in closer, his mouth finding yours in a gentle but urgent kiss. "It's okay. I don't care anymore," he murmured against your lips. "I just need you."
You felt the last of your resolve crumbling. You pushed away the guilt that tried to surface. After all, it was just one time. And you had missed him, more than you would like to admit. "Fine," you whispered, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "But you better make it worth it."
With a growl of victory, Trent swept you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, leaving the chopped vegetables forgotten on the kitchen counter. He laid you gently on the bed, his hands tracing the curves of your body with a hunger that had been building for weeks. You couldn't help but feel a thrill at the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
Your kisses grew more urgent, your hands more explorative. Trent peeled off your sweater, revealing your bare chest, a silent invitation that hadn't gone unnoticed. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, his breath hitching in his throat. Your pulse quickened, the anticipation of his touch making your skin prickle with excitement. He kissed you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours as he untied your sweats and slid them off your legs.
Trent's strong hands roamed your body, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, eliciting a gasp from you. You reached for his shirt, tugging it over his head with an eagerness that surprised you. His skin was warm and smooth, the muscles of his chest tightening under your palms.
You rolled over the bed, a tangle of limbs and passion, the intensity of your kisses matching the urgency in your movements. You felt the heat of his erection pressing against your center, and you moaned softly, your arousal growing. Trent kissed a trail down your body, his teeth grazing your skin, sending jolts of pleasure through you.
Your hands found his hair, tugging him closer as he nibbled at your skin, teasing and suckling until you were squirming beneath him. His hand slid down your stomach, his fingers finding your wetness, and you arched your back, your breath hitching in response. He chuckled darkly against your skin, knowing just how much it drove you crazy.
Trent took his time, savoring every inch of your body as if it were his first time. His touch was both gentle and demanding, leaving you gasping for more. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips when he slipped a finger inside you, stroking you in a rhythm that had your hips moving in sync. Your legs fell open wider, giving him full access as he kissed and licked his way down your body.
The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the rustle of fabric, and the occasional sound of skin against skin. Your thoughts swirled in a haze of desire, your body responding to Trent's every touch with an urgency that had been building for weeks. You could feel the tension coiling within you, tightening with every stroke and kiss.
Trent paused, his eyes locking with yours as he reached for his shorts. Your chest heaved with anticipation, your heart racing at the thought of what was to come. He hovered over you, his gaze filled with a mix of need and love.
Without a word, he positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his erection nudging at your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut as he pushed in, the sensation of being filled by him almost too much to bear. He groaned, his muscles tensing as he buried himself deep inside you. The two of you moved together, your rhythm a dance you had perfected over the years you had been together. Each thrust brought a wave of pleasure that crashed over you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the bed sheets.
Trent moaned into your ear, his voice a mix of passion and affection that sent shivers down your spine. "You feel so good," he murmured, his breath hot and ragged. You responded with moans of pleasure, your body arching to meet his as the tension grew tauter. The room was a cocoon of passion, the rest of the world outside your window forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"Baby," you whispered, your voice a soft plea as the tension coiled tighter within you. Trent's rhythm grew more urgent, his breaths shallow and ragged against your skin. The heady scent of your combined arousal filled the room, a silent testament to your shared need.
"Yeah? Tell me what you need, pretty girl," Trent's voice was strained as he moved above you, the muscles in his arms flexing with the effort to hold himself up.
Your nails raked down his back as he brought your legs up around his waist, changing the angle and driving even deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt the orgasm building, the heat pooling in your core. "Please," you begged, your voice barely audible.
Trent kissed you again, his movements growing more frantic as he felt you tighten around him. He knew you were close, and the knowledge spurred him on. "Come on, baby," he murmured, his voice low and urgent. "What do you need, love?"
"Harder," you gasped, your eyes wide with desire. "Please, T. Harder."
Trent complied, his strokes becoming more forceful, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. Your breathing grew ragged, and your eyes squeezed shut as the wave of pleasure built, threatening to consume you. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, and you knew that with one more push, you would be over.
"Now, baby," Trent whispered, his voice a mix of command and desperation. And with one final, powerful thrust, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through your body like a storm. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as you clenched around him. The intensity of your climax took you by surprise, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath.
Trent followed closely behind, his own release crashing over him like a wave. He buried his face in your neck, his breaths coming in heavy pants against your skin. You felt him pulse inside you, the sensation sending aftershocks of pleasure through your core. Your hand gently fluttered over the trimmed hair at the nape of his neck, your touch soothing his panting breaths.
The room was quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the distant murmur of the city below. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, knowing that Trent had just failed to win the bet. But as Trent rolled off you, pulling you close, you pushed the thought aside. For now, you would revel in the warmth of his embrace, the feel of his chest rising and falling with each breath.
Trent leaned in and kissed your forehead gently. "Worth it?" he whispered, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Your head shook but you couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a tease," you huffed, your voice still shaky from the aftermath of your orgasm.
"Couldn't resist," Trent said with a grin, his chest still heaving. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. "Besides, it's not a big deal anyway. Dom gave up this morning."
Your eyes widened in shock. "What?" you exclaimed, pushing yourself up to look at him. "You mean you could've..."
Trent nodded, his cheeky grin growing wider. "Could've," he confirmed, "but I had to make it good. For the prize, obviously."
You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from your chest. "Trent," you said, shoving weakly at his chest. "I felt so guilty."
Trent chuckled, kissing your forehead again. "It's alright, love," he assured you. "I think we've been good for long enough."
You sighed, a mix of relief and annoyance crossing your face. "I guess. But you could've told me sooner," you pouted, snuggling closer to his warmth.
Trent shrugged. "Where's the fun in that?" He leaned in, kissing your cheek. "Besides, we both know I was going to win anyway." His voice was full of good-natured arrogance, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes, even as you felt a warmth spread through your chest at his confidence.
The tension of the past few weeks dissipated into the comfortable silence that had become a familiar blanket between you. Your mind raced with what you could say to scold him, but the feeling of his strong arms around you, his heart beating steady and strong against your chest, was too comforting to let go.
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heyjudeb · 5 months ago
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You're Perfect - Trent Alexander Arnold
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Summary: After getting drunk on a one night out with Trent, the drunk pillow talk reveals Y/N's inner thoughts Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: drunken state, mostly fluff
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Trent reached over to fasten Y/N's seatbelt after struggling to get her into the car due to her laughing, drunken state. She rarely drank, but Trent's big win yesterday led to most of the team members and their girlfriends celebrating at the club.
Before leaving for the club, Trent had promised to only have one drink, and Y/N saw this as the perfect opportunity to have some fun, assigning him as the designated driver.
"Baby, try not to throw up until we get home, please," he said, giving her hand a quick kiss before driving off.
"Throw up?!" she looked at him, clearly drunk. "Oh, please. I can go for another round right now!"
He laughed out loud, placing his hand on her thigh. He made sure to drive at a normal speed, even though he usually drove faster. He didn't want to startle Y/N, who often told him to slow down when he did.
Y/N leaned her head back and closed her eyes, a smile on her face. "You know," she began, her words slightly slurred, "I think I could totally be a singer."
Trent glanced at her, amused. "Oh really? What makes you think that?"
"Because," she said, opening her eyes and grinning at him, "I always nail karaoke nights. Remember last time? I was basically Beyoncé."
Trent chuckled. "I do remember. You were... something else."
"Hey!" she protested, hitting his arm lightly. "I was amazing and you know it. You were just too busy being all serious to appreciate my talent."
He shook his head, laughing. "I'm sorry, love. Next time, I'll make sure to be your number one fan."
"You better," she said, her tone mock-serious. "Because one day, I'll be famous, and you'll be just Trent, the footballer who used to drive me home.'"
He laughed even harder at that, the sound filling the car and making Y/N giggle along with him. "Alright, future superstar, let's get you home and in bed before you start planning your world tour." Trent pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. He glanced over at Y/N, who was leaning against the window, her eyes half-closed.
"Alright, we're home, baby" he said softly, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car. He walked around to her side and opened the door. When she stumbled slightly, giggling as he caught her, he decided it was best to just carry her inside.
With a firm grip, Trent scooped her up into his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder, asigh escaping her lips. "My hero," she murmured, her voice slurred.
He chuckled. "Always, love."
He carried her to the front door, managing to unlock it without too much trouble despite her squirming slightly in his arms. Once inside, he headed straight for the bedroom. As soon as they reached the bed, Y/N tried to wriggle out of his arms, clearly aiming to lay down onto the mattress.
"Hold on, love," he said, lowering her gently onto the edge of the bed. "You need to wash your face and change your clothes first."
"Mmm... don't wanna," she mumbled, her words slurred. "Wanna sleep."
Trent shook his head, smiling as he knelt in front of her. "You’ll thank me in the morning. Come on, it’ll only take a minute." She pouted, looking at him with pouty eyes. "But Trent... you're so comfy. And handsome. And perfect."
He chuckled, his heart swelling at her sweet words. "Thank you, honey. But that’s not going to get you out of washing up."
She groaned, attempting to sit up but failing miserably. "You do it then. I'm too tired." He couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, babygirl. Let's get you sorted out." He loved this side of hers, always too honest and loving. She always speaks what's on her mind when she's drunk.
With gentle care, Trent helped her to the bathroom. She leaned heavily against him, still giggling and murmuring affectionate things. "I love you, Trent. You're the best boyfriend ever."
"I love you too, Y/N" he replied, his voice warm. "Now, let's get this makeup off."
He dampened a washcloth and began to gently clean her face, her eyes fluttering closed as he did. "You're so good at this. Maybe you should be a makeup artist."
He laughed softly. "I'll stick to football, thanks."
Once her face was clean, he helped her change into more comfortable clothes. It was a bit of a struggle, with Y/N being more of a burden than a help, but he managed. Finally, he guided her back to bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead. Then, he headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed himself. After he finished, he returned to the bedroom and called out softly, "You still awake, love?"
She mumbled in response, letting him know she was still awake. "Mmm... yeah. Just... thinking."
He lay down facing her, brushing her hair out of her face. "What are you thinking about?"
"Everything," she slurred, her eyes half-open. "You. Us. Life. And... do you think aliens are real?"
Trent blinked, surprised by the topics she was overthinking. "Aliens? That's a big question."
"Yeah," she giggled softly. "I mean, think about it. What if they're out there, watching us right now?"
He laughed, hanging his head back. "You're getting deep on me, aren't you?"
She smiled, her eyes growing more serious. "Trent, can I ask you something? Will you be honest with me?"
"Of course," he said, still amused but curious.
"Are you sure you're real?" she asked, her voice filled with drunken sincerity.
He chuckled, confused. "What do you mean, love?"
She reached out, her fingers tracing his face. "You're so soft, perfect, cute... it’s like you're too good to be true."
He took her hand in his, kissing her palm. "I’m real, I promise." Y/N looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of drunken sincerity and vulnerability. "I have a hard time believing someone like you could love someone like me," she said, makingdrunken gestures as she spoke. Trent felt a sense of sadness by her words. He cupped her cheek gently. "Why would you think that, love? You’re everything to me." She shook her head slightly. "It's not just me who thinks that. It's also the people." Pointing her finger in the air, proud she's making a point.
He kissed her hand again, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "What people, love?"
She ignored his question, continuing with her thoughts. "You can literally have any skinny, pretty model you want, and even then you'd still be the perfect one. Yet you're with me." He paused, his brow furrowing slightly, still asking the same thing. "What people, love?" She sighed, trying to explain through her drunken state. "The people that comment on my photos, or yours, or the people that write in magazines."
Trent's expression grew serious, concern evident inhis features as he listened to her. "What do they say?" Her gaze shifting away from him. "They say I'm not good enough for you. That I'm not pretty enough or skinny enough. I mean, you've seen me naked, right?." He nodded." I DEFINITELY, don't have their stomach!" she slurred out her words. Trent gently tilted her chin up, making her look into his eyes, feeling a bit guilty considering he's the reason she's exposed to such comments. "You are more than enough, love. Those comments come from people who don’t matter. What matters is what we have, the love we share. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone or anything."
She took a shaky breath, tears glistening in her eyes. "I just want to be good enough for you." "Baby, you are!!!" he said firmly, feeling the urge to sit up and make her also sit up to face him, taking her face in his hands. "You already are, darling."
"Please, don't say stuff like this, ever again." He kissed her forehead, her lips, her cheeks, her nose. "You're literally so perfect, it hurts."
"You kissing me is making me feel... warm," Y/N said in the middle of crying, causing Trent to laugh and kiss her one more time. Trent gently guided Y/N to lie down again, hovering over her as he supported himself on his elbow. He looked down at her with a tender expression, his eyes filled with adoration.
"You're perfect, you know that?" he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
Y/N smiled softly, her earlier tears now replaced with a warm glow from his affectionate words. "Only you would say that."
Trent leaned in to kiss her collarbone, trailing soft kisses along her skin. He could feel her shiver slightly under his touch, a smile playing on his lips.
Feeling playful, he reached down and lifted her shirt gently, planting gentle kisses on her stomach. Y/N giggled, the sensation tickling her. "Trent, stop!" she exclaimed between giggles, squirming slightly.
He looked up at her, a smirknt in his eyes. "But you're so adorable when you laugh." She laughed even harder, her hands reaching up to playfully push his shoulder. "You're such a tease," she said, her voice tinged with affection.
Trent chuckled, kissing her stomach one last time before lying down beside her, pulling her close. "I can't help it. You bring out the playful side of me."
Y/N snuggled against him, placing a hand on his chest."I love you, Trent. Even if you’re not real.”
He laughed, kissing her head, pulling her even closer to him.”I love you too, baby. More than words can say!”
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f1daydreamers · 8 months ago
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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔
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gif credits: @trenty
Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x Fem!Reader
Summary: You’re a tease, asking for things you supposedly already have. Trent catches on... eventually.
A/N: This is my first social media AU so bear with me if it absolutely sucks, also my first time writing for Trent so a bunch of firsts going on today. Enjoy!
Warnings: not much, just a lot of fluff and shite captions lol
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yourusername | 📍Venice, Italy
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yourusername can I call you later?
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user1 pretty ladyyyyyyy
calvinklein summer collection has never looked better 😍
— yourusername have never loved a black dress more
yourbsf photo creds and the second glass are all me.. right?
— yourusername ofc 😇
user2 omg i need to go to venice asap
user3 i thought you were in la this week for a photoshoot with hudabeauty??
— yourusername next week!! super excited omg 🩷
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trentarnold66 Recharging 🔋
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andyrobertson94 Right, there’s no need to flex the arms 😒
— trentarnold66 I was just bending them? 🙃
liverpoolfc Back at camp soon ❤️
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user6 BYE TRENT FINALLY POSTED HOLIDAY PICS SO I CAN SLEEP NOW
user7 can you choke me with those arms thanks bae
— user8 so real 🤣
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yourusername Coming to you… July 👀
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yourbsf A DREAM IM SO PROUD OF YOU BABE
— yourusername i love you 🥹
user4 aaahhhhhhh this has been such a long time coming!!! remember ur youtube videos when u used to review their products?
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hudabeauty A literal real-life doll 😘
— yourusername says the literal makeup magician ❤️
user5 TRENT LIKED????
— user9 who’s that?
— user5 ONLY THE BEST RB IN THE WORLD WHAT
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trentarnold66 Singapore 🇸🇬 Feels real good to be back.
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liverpoolfc What’s up, Vice Captain? 💪
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user10 liverpool’s very own ❤️
yourusername damn.
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virgilvandijk Let’s get it!
user5 OMGGG THEYRE DEFO DATINGGG WAIT
user12 don’t know who yourusername is but she’s verified and trent liked her most recent post now she’s commented on his???? i smell a new couple 👀
yourusername | 📍 Liverpool
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yourusername bleeding red today, bleeding red everyday
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user12 she does know trent’s mural is literally opposite hendo’s right? ��
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— user12 OMG SHE LIKED MY COMMENTTTT
harvelliott love it 🌹
— user5 DUDE WHO IS THIS GIRL DATING OMFHDJSJSE
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yourbsf fit went hard.
— yourusername not everyone’s agreeing w u 😒
— yourbsf you mean….
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— user13 bro you lot reach sm wtff he’s obviously talking about the fans lmao they played at home today
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yourusername should I say congrats?
— trentarnold66 Only if you’ve changed shirts
— yourusername so take off yours then
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user5 I CALLED IT FROM THE START YESSSSHDHDHSHSHHS YALL ARE SO CUTE
yourbsf ok trying to convince ppl that i’m the other one in ur pics is getting harder and harder to do
— yourusername 😂😂
trentarnold66 Shirt’s all yours
— yourusername took you long enough
— trentarnold66 I got there in the end 🙂
yoursister does that mean I get to keep Harvey's shirt now?
— yourusername i bet you've already taken it anyway
— yoursister if I speak I’m in big trouble
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trentarnold66 Dear Darling ❤️
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yourusername should’ve posted the pic where you were preeing my old yt vids
— trentarnold66 I don’t recall that 🤨
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— user12 YALL ARE SOOOOOOOO
user5 I WANT MY FINDERS FEE 👩‍⚖️
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sportswriters · 22 days ago
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how they'd react to you not saying "i love you" back
lots of fluff with the players: rúben dias, jude bellingham, joão félix, pablo gavi, trent alexander-arnold, pedri gonzález, heungmin son, mason mount
a/n: hope everybody have fun reading these! we surely did after a few drinks in <33333
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rúben dias
"amor? i'm heading out. i love you."
you quickly appear in the hallway, wearing a sweater that belonged to him.
“ok, have a nice day, darling,” you reply, waving goodbye.
the smile that had begun to appear on rúben's lips immediately fades, his hand resting against the doorknob he had opened earlier. when he hears your reply, he frowns, suspicious.
you get confused by his attitude and lick your lips, coming closer.
“what are you doing? i thought you had training.”
he doesn't answer right away, he just walks over to the sofa and sits down, unpretentiously. your lack of an answer made him a little suspicious, so he wasn't going to leave without something.
“yes, i do. but not until you answer me.”
you try to hold in your laughter, understanding the whole thing, but you still don't want to give in. his reaction wasn't what you'd expected. like, you didn't really expect him to just give up on going out just because you didn't answer his “i love you” like you always did.
you understood that it was really important to him.
“i don't get it, honey. did i answer you in a way that you didn't like?” you hold up your own joke, walking over to the sofa and sitting down right next to him.
as if he couldn't bear to never touch you when you were always close, his hand automatically moves to your thigh, where he squeezes it affectionately, almost unconsciously, because it's something he always does.
his expression closes with pure suspicion. he simply doesn't understand what had happened for you not to answer that you loved him back. until that point, for him, everything was fine. wasn't it?
“you tell me, y/n.”
his expression is so serious that you can't help yourself and start laughing. you quickly jump into his lap, turning him from suspicious to confused by your reaction. you hold his face with both hands.
“do you want me to tell you that I love you?” you ask, this time with a touched smile on your face.
he's so beautiful. so dangerously beautiful for his own good and sometimes you don't really believe he's yours.
he squeezes your thigh a little harder this time, as a warning.
“every day,” he adds, seriously.
you kiss his lips, laughing.
“i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you,” you start repeating several times against his lips. “i was only joking before. i wouldn't let you go without that.”
his smile returns to his lips. it was so easy to make him happy like that, you think, caressing his cheek.
“well,” he complains. “you almost did. now i'm going to be late for training because you're going to try and convince me that it was all a joke.”
you laugh and cling to him.
“wow, i fucking love you.”
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jude bellingham
with things finally sorted, jude opens the door and you get out of bed just to follow him and take the opportunity to get a glass of water, since it's your day off and you're going back to your room.
“i'm leaving, baby. i love you, see you later?”
“yes, of course. good practice,” you say and walk into the kitchen.
jude blinks, confused. his eyebrows arch up, frowning as he tries to search for something in his memory that he can't recall. your answer was different from usual.
with that in mind, he opens the door and leaves, but still doesn't move to the elevator. instead, he reaches into his pocket for his phone, unlocks the screen and opens the group immediately.
“guys, did anything weird happen last night?” he sends the text and waits.
last night there was a small party at valverde's house, which you two joined and drank a bit. maybe jude did something he doesn't remember that upset you.
the answer comes almost immediately and he reads it.
“strange, like...?” camavinga asks.
“i don't know,” he types. “something that pissed y/n off?”
“what the fuck are you talking about, bellingham?” he reads the text from vinícius.
“i just said goodbye to y/n and she didn't say she loved me back”
on the other side of the door, you pick up your phone in your room, looking at the notifications. as you read everything, you laugh heartily.
“jude, you know I'm in the group too, right?” you send.
jude opens the door again after reading your message and goes straight to your room. he finds you sitting on the bed, still laughing, and you look up when you notice his presence, staring at him amused.
“so...?” he asks you, expecting an answer to the same question as before.
you laugh again and put your phone away. you get up and walk over to him, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“nothing weird happened last night,” you reply, with a playful smile. “i was only joking, darling. of course i love you”
you nearly laugh again at the relieved sigh he lets out and the way he holds you so tightly, kissing your lips.
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joão félix
hanging his bag over his shoulder, joão kisses you on the temple in farewell, while you're still finishing your coffee to start getting ready for work, since you don't have to arrive until later today.
“i'm on my way. i love you,” he says, moving from the kitchen worktop to cross the hall to the living room.
“alright, i'll see you later!” you reply, pouring a little more milk into your coffee, without looking at him, appearing a little distracted by your task.
you don't notice that he didn't cross the hall. he just stands there, as if waiting for something, which doesn't come. that's not how you normally say goodbye, so he's instantly alert.
turning around, joão appears at your side again, hugging you from behind, his hands around your waist in a very tight way, giving you the chance to smell his perfume even more closely. you chuckle, not expecting this attitude from him and turn your face to him, frowning.
“is everything all right?” he asks, a little hesitant, and kisses your shoulder affectionately.
the whole time his eyes are on you, as if he's studying your reaction, looking for something he didn't notice before or missed.
“yes... why wouldn't it be?”
you know why he's asking, but you don't say anything. you just carry on. just a little longer. even though you're sorry to see him with that expression of someone who thinks he's done something wrong, but hasn't yet found out what.
“like, there hasn't been any more shit gossip that you've been tagged in, right? anything like that?”
you lick your lips, staring into his eyes. ever since you started your public relationship, some people have been cruel enough to say things about you cheating on him, like his ex, that you wouldn't know how to take care of his heart and other shit. at first, this affected you and also worried joão, but then you dropped all those negative comments, focusing only on the good things with him.
“no, darling, there hasn’t” you reassure him, kissing his lips quickly, turning to face him, his hands never leaving you. “why now?”
he squeezes your waist.
“ah, you didn't say you love me back” he replies. “and you always do, right?”
you finally let out a laugh. he's confused, so you wrap your hands around his neck.
“i was joking, love,” you say, smiling. “i got you used to it, didn't i?”
relief washes over him instantly and he smiles.
“wouldn't that be a bad thing?” he tries to correct.
you widen your smile and shake your head.
“no, i've got you used to it very well,” you reinforce. “because that's the least you deserve: to hear every day that i love you. i love you.”
so he just kisses you, his heart warmer than ever, even though it's cold in chelsea.
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pablo gavi
“did you get everything? aren't you forgetting anything?”
gavi checks his bag once more, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything after your question. when he seems sure, he quickly denies it with his head. 
“no, all set. shall we?”
you nod and pick up your own bag. you walk out together and enter the elevator hand in hand. you didn't live together, but sometimes you spent the night and went to work in the morning from his place, since some of your things were there and it made your life easier. it had been his idea and, even though you hesitated a little, you ended up accepting.
the elevator leaves you both in the parking lot, where your car is.
“see you later?” he asks and you nod, remembering that you were getting used to sleeping there more than once. “i love you.”
he kisses your lips and you return it, pulling away soon after.
“see you later, sweetheart.”
you say goodbye once more and walk to your car, ready to be on your way.
gavi stands still for a moment, trying to take in what has just happened. he watches as you get into your own car and drive past him, blowing a kiss into the air, but he can't even smile.
he stands there for a moment, feeling confused and odd, the situation was odd. you said goodbye to him in a strange way. 
now he was going to barcelona training with his head a little distracted. he couldn't keep up with the banter with the boys or do his best in practice. he seriously thought something was wrong with you, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what. 
his teammates asked him if he was all right or what was going on that had him so distracted, unable to concentrate one hundred percent on training. he would give a vague answer and carry on, even though his mind was wandering towards an answer that wasn't coming.
he thought a lot. about everything. about anything. he thought about texting you, but gave up. you always received a message from him every time he arrived at the training center, but this time he didn't. gavi simply didn't even think about it, his mind wandering back to the moment you said goodbye, trying to find out what had gone so wrong.
he tried to remember if he had missed anything, but he couldn't find it.
hours passed and it was time to go home again. you arrived first, a little tired, but you tried to prepare some homemade dinner to welcome him. gavi always arrived at the same time every day, on time, but on this one, he was ten minutes late.
you waited, sitting on the couch, watching some reality show that you didn't follow much, but that was what was passing your time. ten minutes later, you heard the door click.
when you turn to look at him, gavi goes off first, without even expecting anything beforehand.
“i just can't do it,” he begins, dropping his bag with his training stuff. “i've been thinking about it all day and i still can't reach a conclusion.”
you suppress a smile, but you're still a little confused.
“gavi?”
he looks at you, his shoulders slumped, his puss in boots expression.
“did i do something? are you upset about something? did something happen?” he fired off without taking a breath.
you pause the show and turn completely towards him, still sitting on the couch. you knew exactly what that meant, but you thought it would be fun to take it further.
“what do you mean ‘something?’ what are you talking about?” you play the fool.
gavi takes a deep breath. that had been torturing him all day. not even the smell of home-cooked food calms his nerves.
he approaches the couch.
“you didn't say you loved me back this morning,” he explains.
you try, but you can't suppress your laughter. you put your hand to your mouth, trying to control yourself, and gavi's expression changes.
“what's so funny?”
“baby, i was joking,” you confess.” i love you, gavi.”
you get up, trying to approach him while standing on the couch.
his mood changes. his eyes narrow towards you, trying to take in what you've just said.
“wait a minute, what?”
you laugh again.
“i was only joking. i didn't say i loved you this morning on purpose.”
you try to kiss him, but he pulls away, his expression tight.
“you…” he shakes his head, disbelieving that you had done it on purpose. he can't believe that he was stuck on it all day, while you knew it was a joke.
of course you let him think about it all day.
“that was ridiculous,” he says, still shaking his head and walking away, without giving you a chance to get closer and kiss him. “ridiculous, y/n.”
he walks down the corridor towards his room, totally shocked that it was all a joke, although part of him was relieved that everything was still fine and that he hadn't done anything wrong.
“come back here, it was a joke, baby!”
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trent alexander-arnold
after checking his watch and realizing that he'd have to hurry if he wanted to be on time for practice, trent slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys from the bedside table. you were in the kitchen cleaning and rearranging some glasses to make room for the new wine ones you got as gifts. you'd almost forgotten about the prank you'd planned, but you only had to feel trent's kiss on your neck for a mischievous smile to appear on your face.
“i have to go, i love you. don't forget to check our reservation later.”
“ok, i'll let you know when i've confirmed it,” you replied, giving him a kiss.
trent smiled and made his way to the living room, then stopped. his head tilted slightly as if he were experiencing a sudden lightening.
“aren't you going to tell me you love me?!” he asked, still standing in the same spot.
“what? sorry, i'm distracted.”
“last chance!”
the sink tap was turned on, followed by other utensil noises. trent squinted his eyes and came back into the room to look at you – you really looked busy, too busy.
“hi, love. do you need anything else?”
trent arched an eyebrow.
“no, i'm on my way. love you.”
“ok, text me when you get there.”
silence.
“yeah, i'm going to spend a few days at dom's, good luck without me.”
he then dashed to the door, slamming it hard.
“what? trent!”
when you got there, you couldn't move the handle. it clearly wasn't locked, so you laughed in frustration when you realized what was going on.
“trent, i love you! it was a joke!”
you knew your boyfriend was considerably stronger, but you still tried to force the door once more. to no avail.
“oh yeah? now you do? didn't convince me.”
“you're going to be late!”
“this is more important, it's a life lesson.”
“fine! now let me see you and apologize properly,” you asked, resting your forehead on the door.
you stepped back when you felt the doorknob move slowly. there he was with the most unbearable expression of all and with his arms crossed, you soon knew that you would have a lot of work to do to make up for this great and terrible mistake.
you moved closer, uncrossed his arms and put them around your body.
“i love you very much, i just wanted to tease you with a little prank,” you said as you spread kisses along the length of his neck. “but you already knew that, right? you know i wouldn't let it slide.”
trent pouted, pretending to think about it, which shocked you. when you tried to pull away, he brought you back, smiling again – a genuinely cheeky smile.
“i know something would be very wrong if you'd forgotten, it's just that you're a pretty bad liar, so it was easy to figure out your little game.”
trent pressed a lingering kiss to your lips.
“just don't do it again, or i'll have to come up with my own pranks too.”
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pedri gonzález
“damn, i'm really late,” you say, picking up the car keys and throwing them to pedri, who always seems to forget them when he goes out.
he picks up his bag and phone, quickly answering a message and looks up to see you putting on your heels, ready to leave together.
“i can drop you off at work,” he offers.
you wave your hand in denial.
“that means you'd be late, since it's the opposite direction. and we both know how coach flick feels about being late.”
he can't disagree and he knows you're right, but even so, his expression drops and you notice.
“it's okay, love. i've already called an uber,” you reassure him and pick up your own bag. “shall we?”
the two of you leave together and he locks the door to the apartment. since you always arrive first, he gives you back the key, because he always forgets to make his own copy, and you take the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator.
“did gavi confirm dinner?” you ask.
“yes, we're coming together,” pedri replies.
you nod and when you finally reach the parking lot for pedri to take his car, you check on your phone that your uber will arrive in front of the building in two minutes. you tell him so.
“i'll see you later, then.” he leans in to give you a kiss and you reciprocate. “i love you.”
“good training, love,” you say and say goodbye, turning to leave.
you hide a smile, proud that you managed to remember to play a little prank on him before you left. pedri is confused, the gears of his brain turning slowly as he processes the fact that you didn't say you loved him back.
then you feel a hand grab your arm and turn you around – it's him.
“pedri?”
“should i apologize to you for something?” he asks, his voice a little uncertain.
“do you think you need to?”
the panic takes over his face and you can see that he's trying to remember what he did wrong. it was more likely that he wouldn't find out and would send a text to the boys, asking how he could best apologize, even if he didn't know what the mistake was.
“did i leave the wet towel on the bed again?” he asks, first try. “jesus, fer gave out my number again and some girl called and you got it all wrong?”
“fer hasn't done that since the last time i scolded him.”
you try not to laugh when you see how desperate he is.
“pedri, i have to go. the uber's coming.”
“no!” he holds your arm tighter. “you can't leave without telling me what i need to apologize for. you didn't say you loved me back.”
you laugh, giving up. the plan was really to leave without telling him, but his genuine distress made you realize that you couldn't let him torture himself the whole way wondering what he'd done wrong and what he needed to apologize for. you'd rather he concentrated one hundred percent and entirely on training.
“i was only joking, okay? there's nothing for you to apologize for, love.” you approach him, caressing his cheek affectionately. “not even for the towel, which, by the way, yes, you forgot it wet this morning.”
pedri rolls his eyes and pinches your waist lightly.
“no funny business, y/n.” he snorts.
but his unhappy frown doesn't last long when you kiss his lips gently, this time being the one to apologize. 
“i couldn't resist,” you say. “i really have to go now. i'll see you later.”
“and...?” he encourages, still not letting go.
you chuckle and hear the uber notification.
“and i love you.”
it's only when he finally seems satisfied that he lets you go, but still makes you delay a minute longer with a kiss on the lips.
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heungmin son
you brought the jacket that heungmin had forgotten on the couch, so he could finally close his suitcase. he was preparing for the season with the Korean national team, so you took the opportunity to spend your days off together. this time you couldn't join heungmin on the trip because your work schedule didn't allow it.
the drive to the airport was smooth, while you hummed along to the songs on the radio, heungmin took the chance to doze off in the passenger seat - his hand resting on your thigh the whole ride. 
you parked at the entrance to the airline gate, as you had to say goodbye to him there.
“send me a picture of the snacks in first class on this plane,” you asked excitedly, even though it wasn't the first time.
heungmin laughed.
“i love you, take care on the way back and let me know when you arrive.”
you pressed his cheeks with your hands and kissed him several times.
“have a good trip.”
heungmin pulled away and stared at you with a broad smile. then he got out of the car and you opened the trunk so he could get his things. in the rearview mirror, you noticed when he closed the door and stared into the distance with a question mark on his face. it took you a great deal of effort to hold back your laughter when he tapped twice on the window right next to you.
“i'm going now, i love you.”
“all right, take care,” you said, and gave him another tender kiss.
however, heungmin didn't move, leaning his elbows on the door.
“honey, i'm going to get fined if i stay here another minute.”
“i'm not worried about that. is everything alright?”
“everything's fine, did we forget something? do you want me to go back and get it?”
“i think i might have missed something, because you haven't said you love me.”
you pressed your lips together, unable to contain yourself in front of his worried expression. although you knew that heungmin would be fully capable of paying any fine, you didn't want to spend money on this kind of nonsense.
“it was a prank, my love. i love you, ok? now get going, because i don't want you to be late, and i don't want to spend money on an airport ticket.”
he stayed there, watching you, analyzing any sign of a lie. analyzing you like someone who has made a mistake and doesn't want to repeat it.
“heungmin!”
“fine, but you're not geting off that easy,” he warned, then walked away.
“come here, give me one more kiss.”
“no, rethink your actions. i'll see you when Ii get back.”
“heungmin, no! i love you!”
you could see his satisfied smile as he walked towards the airport entrance. a honk made you take notice of your surroundings again, but that wasn't what worried you. you honked back.
“i'm leaving, damn it!”
a few hours later, you saw the notification with a text from heungmin.
baby: [photo] i've already written down the names of the things that were served to us on the plane. i'll buy them for us when i think you deserve them again.
y/n: cruel
baby: only fair
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mason mount
"have a nice day, sweetheart. i'm heading out. love you."
you were still curled up in bed. the day off came at a good time, because you felt completely exhausted and all you wanted to do was rot in that bed. it was unfair that mason had to leave, but you accepted it, not having much to do, but you thought you'd play with him a bit, before he left.
"have a good game this weekend. text me when you get home, yeah?" you mumbled.
mason nodded and was about to close the bedroom door and let you go back to sleep, when he realized what had just happened. you didn't say it back. you always did, it was something that came out automatically and genuinely from both of you, but not this time.
he put his hand on the doorknob and went back to looking at you in bed, your eyes alight with a mischievous gleam that he didn't notice.
"is everything alright?" he asked, worried.
mason wasn't usually insecure with you, he simply had no reason to be. so when something like this happened, he got worried that something was wrong and he didn't notice.
"yes," you answered, falsely confused by his question, when you knew where it's coming from.
mason shook his head slowly, processing. he dropped his bag on the floor and stepped closer to the bed, stopping right next to you.
"are you sure?" he continued, looking for something in your expression.
"what is it, mase?"
he let out a frustrated sigh. you could tell he was struggling to understand what was going on.
"you know you can tell me anything, right?" he reinforces.
"mase. love."
you got up, pushing the sheets away from your body, sitting up in bed.
"you didn't say you loved me back. is something wrong?"
"love, i don't..."
your heart squeezed when you saw his expression.
"because i say i love you every day in the most sincere way i can. come on, tell me, what happened? i can cancel my flight right now and we'll sort it out."
"mase, what? no!"
he couldn't be serious about canceling his flight and not being at the game this weekend, for goodness sake! it was an important game and he was still earning his place in the team, you would never let him do that, even if there was something wrong.
"baby, i was joking. of course i love you back." you giggled, leaning your forehead against his.
"what?" he let go and you laughed even harder. 
"that's not funny, y/n! you scared me."
"sorry, sorry!" you rushed to say, kissing his lips."it was just a prank. no canceling flights, okay?"
he shook his head, his lips almost forming a pout.
"i'm not convinced it was a prank. are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
him doubting you made you realize that the prank didn't go as planned. however, you also learned that it was important to him, in a way you hadn't imagined.
"there's nothing wrong, i promise."
he arched his eyebrow.
"really?"
this time you rolled your eyes.
"mason. you don't believe me?" you fire back.
"i just...” he tried to say, but you interrupted him.
"i love you. yesterday, today, tomorrow. the rest of my life. i love you."
he finally seemed convinced and held your face with both hands, foreheads still pressed together.
"even if things go wrong?"
"especially if things go wrong."
he smiled. so openly that you found yourself melting for his beauty again - secretly.
"i'll never get tired of hearing that."
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bullet-prooflove · 8 months ago
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Trying!Series Part Four: Two Months - Will Trent x Reader
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Tagging: @yezzyyae @words-and-seeds @trublu2u @cassiopeiablog @kmc1989
Trying!Series:
Part One: Notions - Seeing you with a baby opens Will up to a future he never contemplated.
Part Two: Trying - You and Will struggle to give each other what you really want, causing friction in the relationship.
Part Three: Thirty Days - Your plans to start a family with Will are put on hold when he goes undercover as Bill Black.
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It’s two more months before Will comes home. That’s how long it takes for him to unravel CK’s real identity and disband her operation. He doesn’t see you throughout that time, it’s too dangerous. He’d learned the morning after you’d slipped out that CK had gotten word he’d taken a working girl to bed. It’s then he realises how closely he was being watched. There’s no phone calls or visits after that.
The night you spent together; it sustains him. He lies in bed reliving it over and over again until it’s etched into his memory.
He's exhausted when he steps over the threshold, both physically and emotionally. This whole case has taken a toll on him, but the last couple of days have been the most harrowing. He’d barely escaped the apartment complex with his life, he’s lucky that he’d made some strong connections in his time undercover, or he might not have made it back at all.
You’re sitting on the couch reading, Betty curled up in your lap when he closes the door behind him. He looks at the two of you and something in his heart just settles because finally he’s back where he’s supposed to be.
He’s still a little quiet, a little withdrawn. It’s hard for him making the adjustment from Bill Black to Will Trent. He’s spent the past two months guarded, closed off.
You undress him in the bathroom, your hands light and gentle as you undo the buttons of his shirt. When he steps underneath the spray, he feels the tension beginning to unfurl from his muscles as your careful hands smooth shower foam over his tired form. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his eyes closing as the water flows over his body.
“I missed you so much.” He whispers. “I didn’t mean to be away for so long.”
“I know.” You tell him, your thumb chasing over the line of his jaw. “It’s ok.”
He doesn’t realise how much he needs to hear that until the words leave your lips. Before he left the two of you were trying for a baby, undergoing fertility testing, discussing options if you couldn’t start a family the traditional way. This case had derailed all of that, you’d been forced to put your life on hold, your dreams.
He stays in the shower for a long time after you leave to cook dinner, letting the water rinse away all traces of Bill Black. There were things he had to do undercover that he isn’t proud of, it takes him a while to erase the feel of Rosa from his skin. It went no further than kissing and a little light petting on her behalf but still it weighs on him. He knows it means nothing, that you’ll give him that look and remind him of the time you’d had to do something similar but still he hates it.
It's when he’s throwing away the empty toothpaste tube that he spots the pregnancy test sticking out of the bin. He picks it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he studies the device intently. He may struggle with reading but by now he knows what that little blue cross means. He’d spent months praying for it before he went undercover.
When he steps into the kitchen your focus is on the pasta dish you’re preparing. He notices you’re using wholemeal instead of the regular stuff, that you’ve added more veggies to the recipe. His arms wrap around you as he buries his face into the curve of your neck, his lips brushing over the hinge of your jaw. His palms come to rest on your abdomen.
“When were you going to tell me, sugar?” He murmurs into your ear.
The left side of your mouth quirks up into a smile as you lean back against his chest.
“Tomorrow.” You tell him, your fingers threading with his. “I thought I’d give you tonight to decompress.”
“Oh darlin. Something like this, I wanna know about it straight away.” He murmurs into your ear as his thumb chases over space where his baby resides. “You’ve made the happiest man alive you know that?”
“I think you had a little something to do with it.” You tease, your palm smoothing over your stomach, and he chuckles into the hollow of your throat because the sense of elation he feels right now, he’s never felt anything like it.
“I can’t believe we made a baby, sugar.” He whispers as he cradles you close. “The two of us we made a baby.”
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judebelle · 1 year ago
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trent being a clingy needy bf? xx
menace - t.a.a. x reader
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a/n : i’m so fucked w finals season but it’s almost break for me 😇 just gotta make it thru this week 😞 also i made this a drabble SORRYYYY but i think this is better short and sweet!
cw : swearing, clingy trent obv, reader getting increasingly more annoyed throughout the course of the fic, sexual insinuation, fluff
pairing : trent alexander arnold x fem!reader
wc : 704
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it started off as bearable, but god, as the day progressed, you couldn’t deal with him anymore.
the him being sir trent alexander arnold.
it had just so happened that you and trent had aligned a few days off at the same time. this was a rare occurrence since your busy schedules kept you swamped 25/8.
this was the first of many days off. you just needed to get some things done around the house, but trent had other plans.
you almost took up his many offers to just lay in bed all day, but you knew you would feel better if you got things done first.
of course, trent wasn’t making this easy on you.
“c’mere, beautiful,”
“please stay here, just for a few minutes.”
“so sleepy, just nap with me for an hour, please!”
you had to resist the urge to physically roll your eyes at his constant pestering. you had to put your foot down and stop him before you ended up giving in.
“no, trent! i have to finish some things up, i’ll be done soon.”
he was still cuddled up in the bed when you finally left the bedroom to head to the kitchen. you began putting away clean dishes and cleaning the counter tops. as you wiped it down, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist.
“y/n come back to beddd~” trent whined while propping his head on your shoulder to get a better look at what you were doing that was so important. you could feel him kiss his teeth when he saw you cleaning.
“i said, wait. if you keep annoying. me, it’s just gonna take longer!” you groaned when he didn’t let go of your body. “trent, let go. i need to go get-“
“you look so sexy in these shorts, just come back to bed.” you felt his hands slide down to cup your ass.
you rolled your eyes, a smile forming on your cheeks. “you can’t seduce me into going back into bed!” you sing songed as you turned to face him. his arms had you trapped in between him and the counter. he still his droopy eyes and his hair was a little frizzy.
you swiftly ducked out of his grip from under his arm and headed to your office, turning on your computer to print a few things. you heard the soft shuffling of socks on the floor, and low and behold-
“can you just come back, pleaseee!”
“stop it! how old are you? just give me a few minutes.” you had started to whine like a two year old, his complaints giving you a headache.
you placed the papers down and pushed past him to go to the living room, cleaning up blankets and books laying around. you grabbed the watering can and started tending to your wilting plants. all of a sudden-
“ah- get off me! trent! let go, now!”
your feet were hovering over the floor thanks to your boyfriend who had had enough of waiting. he threw your body over his shoulder easily and walked towards the bedroom.
you kicked your legs around, trying to wriggle out of his grip. you slumped against him when your efforts to escape from his death trap went in vain.
“this isn’t funny, y’know?”
he chucked despite your comment. “i can’t wait any longer, sorry.”
a stubborn smile broke across your face before he threw you onto the bed. you bounced onto the fluffy mattress with a gasp. “trent!”
he giggled softly before throwing himself down on top of you. “oww, trent you’re not light!” you found yourself laughing as he kissed your neck.
“shhh, just wanna cuddle.” he reached over and pulled the duvet over the both of you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he eventually let you breathe by rolling onto his side a little bit. you finally gave into his touch with a sigh, throwing your leg over his hips.
you reached your arms around his neck and nuzzled your head into his chest, his scent all over his wrinkled shirt.
“god, you’re a menace, you know that?” you laughed into his embrace and he responded by hugging you tighter.
“you love it.”
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sunrizef1 · 9 months ago
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Proper Scouser
pairing: Max verstappen x alexander-arnold!reader Trent Alexander Arnold x sister!reader
warnings: none, man united
authors note: guys I'm working on whiv I swear 😭 all the other chapters came out during break so I had time. But I already had this mostly finished and after that united loss I had to post it
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user1 I love her
user2 TAKE THAT UNITED
user3 up the reds
user4 UNITED IN THE MUD
user5 the caption… Trent’s sisters lowk class
user6 warra top 4 for Liverpool
user7 keep crying mate
trentarnold66 😁
user8 United fans crying in the comments
virgilvandijk was it entertaining? 😂
y/narnold99 🙏 very
user9 7up
user10 ❤️❤️❤️
user11 tell your brother to defend better
darwin_n9 VAMOS!!!
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user12 Trent’s so fit man
user13 the scouser in our team
user14 ALLEZ ALLEZ ALLEZ
curtisjr 🔥🔥🔥
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user15 I ❤️ y/n
user16 that’s embarrassing mate
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trentarnold66 replied to your story
we win and you’re out celebrating without me???
fake 😒
y/narnold66
you’ll get over it mate
trentarnold66
so…
who is it?
y/narnold99
none of your business
trentarnold66
what
I’m gonna tell Virgil you’re being mean to me
y/narnold99
He’ll be on my side
go back to dating my friends without me knowing
trentarnold66
that was one time!
and she sucked so
you really should be thanking me for revealing that she was a terrible person 🤷‍♂️
y/narnold99
my dates calling me
bye loser
tell Curtis I said his goal was really good
trentarnold99
don’t call me a loser
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virgilvandijk replied to your story
Do I get to know about mystery man?
y/narnold99
Yeah sure
It’s max
Don’t tell Trent though
virgilvandijk
I won’t haha
Nice kid though
He’s got the Dutch approval
y/narnold99
Thanks virg
Nice win today btw
virgilvandijk
Thank you 🫡
Have a good date y/n
y/narnold99
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you told Virgil but not me??!!
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user17 how… romantic?
user18 YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
user19 I am fully convinced that max has not understood a single word that y/n has ever said
virgilvandijk congratulations 🎉
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user20 just imagine 3-time f1 world champion, max verstappen, navigating the city that is Liverpool
user21 they all live in Manchester anyway so he's probably fine
trentarnold66 WHY DOES THE INTERNET GET TO KNOW BEFORE ME
judebellingham a barca fan 🧐
y/narnold99 why do you know that
judebellingham dw about it
user22 MY PARENTS
landonorris damn how'd he pull you
maxverstappen1 ???
landonorris 👋
user23 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOU GUYS DONT GET IT
maxverstappen1 is the caption a compliment
y/narnold99 yes
user24 the way Trent had no idea is actually so funny
trentarnold66 happy for u ig
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dreamsinarcadia · 2 months ago
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The one where Trent falls asleep against a window and his sister falls asleep on Jude Bellingham’s shoulder.
pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader
warning: not proofread
p.s: first time writing a bellingham fic!
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Jude risked a glance over the top of her head at Trent. His friend was, thankfully, fast asleep with his headphones plugged in and arms crossed tightly across his chest. Trent’s sister was in an equally blissful state of slumber, but unlike her brother she didn’t have the side of her face comically jammed up against the glass.
Jude wished he could reach into his pocket to grab his phone and snap a photo, because this was picture perfect blackmail material for the future. But there was no way he’d move a single muscle in fear of jostling awake the woman sandwiched between the pair of footballers.
She’d fallen asleep as soon as Trent ushered her into the middle seat, body slack and head falling sideways barely a minute into the journey.
Right onto Jude’s shoulder.
Okay, that was a lie.
The man had turned his head at the slight bump to his side, pausing briefly as he saw that she was sound asleep, the tiniest dent of irritation between her brows as her body attempted to readjust into a more comfortable position.
Their day at the carnival must have taken a lot more out of her than he had thought. This had been her first trip to Madrid, and the sheer intensity of the heat had been tough on someone who had grown up in the abysmal weather conditions of Liverpool.
For such a cheerful personification of sunshine as herself to fall asleep on the train ride back to the city… Jude found himself frowning at his lack of perception.
He would have cut the entire day short if she’d asked him to, no questions asked. He would have gotten down a car, left Trent with the rest of the group and walked her right to her hotel room, the media be damned.
Jude wasn’t sure if it was the jet lag, but she hadn’t been sleeping all too well. Trent had mentioned that this holiday was a much needed escape from her studies. She was in the final year of her undergraduate degree and teetering on the edge of a serious burnout. Assignments had left her a yawning mess and dragging her feet as she followed her big brother to Madrid for a much needed weekend of fun.
Trent was so busy strong-arming his sister into joining him on all the rides that he hadn’t noticed her rapidly depleting energy.
There was a noticeable loss of bounce in her step, her big beautiful brown eyes hadn’t sparkled in a hot minute, and her voice was quiet. Jude found himself missing her a lot more than he believed was acceptable - as far as missing one of his best mate’s sisters was allowed.
When they get back to the hotel, Jude made a promise to himself to snatch the laptop from her room and hold it hostage for the rest of the weekend.
If she refused to take care of herself, then he would.
Brought back to the present at the way her head threatened to detach itself from her neck at the way it kept falling forward, Jude decided that his next move was the chivalrous thing to do and cajoled her head to rest on his shoulder. A smile threatened to break out on his face when she immediately snuggled into his side, cheek resting comfortably on his shoulder.
With a cautionary glance at Trent, who was fogging up a storm on the window he was snoring on, Jude raised a hand to gently tuck a few wayward curls behind her ear, fingers tracing the apple of her cheek as they did so.
Her nose twitched as she sighed in contentment.
The moment was witnessed by an older woman who was making her way down the aisle, her red-faced husband toting a multitude of colorful bags behind them. With a cheeky smile in place, she craned her neck to mumble something to the older gentleman, who quickly looked at them and nodded in agreement before urging her to move on.
Now Jude was by no means anywhere near fluent in Spanish yet, but he knew enough to piece some words together. The woman had called them a beautiful couple.
Just the mere thought of her as his girlfriend was enough for a rush of heat to colour his cheeks and set the tips of ears on fire. As the train entered a tunnel, the compartment was immediately swallowed into a brief moment of darkness.
She stirred awake at the jarring change of brightness as they exited the tunnel.
Blinking, she realised that her cheek was smushed against something solid and warm. Peering up, she locked gazes with an amused Jude.
He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Morning,” he greeted. The low rumble of his voice was powerful enough to send an electric shock wave down her spine and jumpstart her brain to assess the situation.
Oh God. Had she been drooling on Jude Bellingham’s shoulder?
She sprung back as if electrocuted, eyes wide as she smacked a hand on her chin to make sure there wasn’t any drool. Whipping her head around to see that her brother was practically dead to the world, she turned back to groan pitifully at the sheer embarrassment of the moment. “Oh my God, Jude, I’m so sorry!”
Her relationship with her brother’s friend had grown somewhat complicated over the years, the two of them tiptoeing around each other in the rare moments they would be alone in a room. They’ve been friends for so long, but something had changed at some point in time, and she was too afraid of Trent’s reaction to dare explore the shift in this relationship. Crushes were fleeting, but Trent’s ability to hold a grudge certainly was not.
Jude merely shook his head. Taking advantage of the woman floundering over what exactly to do next, he stretched his arm behind her frame to pull her closer to his side. And then, with the utmost caution, he placed a hand on her cheek. The heat radiating from his palm sent a shiver down her spine, while the softness of her skin dried up his throat to an extent that he had to swallow down the nerves threatening to break the innocent of this moment.
“Jude—”
“It’s fine,” he cut her off and gently pushed her head back onto his shoulder. “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up at our stop.”
It was the softest she’d ever heard him speak, and it made her limbs feel like jelly. “Um… really?” She whispered, unable to bring herself to look up at him. A good thing, perhaps, as she would have found it amusing to see the Jude Bellingham blush a curious shade of fire engine red.
Jude, of course, was trying so desperately not to hyperventilate at the way she basically slumped bonelessly against his side at his gentle command. The arm that was perched comfortably on her shoulder dropped down to curl around her waist, a hand finding solace on the sliver of skin left exposed to the cool air.
The sensation of warm fingers tracing patterns on her skin sent a bolt of electricity through her body, lighting a fire in her chest that she didn’t know existed in the first place. As warm as ever, she turned her head to press her face into his shoulder. “You don’t mind?” She mumbled into his shirt.
“Nah.” His reply was simple and instantaneous. His voice sounded contemplative, as if coming to a realisation he had not yet realised he had to perceive.
And when he ducked his head to press a kiss on her forehead, she felt her toes curl in sheer delight, any thought of confusion and any semblance of hesitancy dissipating in the feeling of the most delicate kiss she’d ever received.
“I don’t mind.”
Oh. Trent was going to kill them.
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insidekatmind · 7 days ago
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Sweet holidays~Levi Colwill
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The snow was falling softly outside the window, painting the landscape white. The house was warm and cozy, illuminated by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree you had decorated together a few nights before. A soft Christmas playlist, carefully chosen by Levi, played in the background as you focused on decorating the gingerbread cookies you had just baked.
Your hand trembled slightly as you tried to draw a Santa hat on a gingerbread man with red icing. Levi stood beside you, the sleeves of his gray hoodie rolled up, his face relaxed and serene. He kept glancing at you affectionately, but you were so focused that you barely noticed.
“Love,” he said in a low, warm voice, stepping a little closer. His hand rested lightly on your waist, making you jump slightly.
“What is it?” you asked, not looking up, too engrossed in perfecting the cookie’s details.
“Nothing,” Levi murmured, tilting his head slightly to get a better look at you. His gaze grew more intense, and a small smile tugged at his lips. “You just look so adorable when you make that concentrated face.”
You glanced at him briefly, trying not to lose control of the icing. “You’re here to help decorate the cookies, not distract me,” you reminded him, feigning a stern tone.
But Levi didn’t seem interested in going back to his task. He moved even closer until you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. “I can’t help it,” he whispered, and before you could respond, his lips brushed against the side of your neck.
“Levi!” you protested, laughing as you tried to push him away with your elbow, but it was already too late. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you gently toward him. “The cookies will get cold, and you haven’t even decorated one!”
“Who cares about the cookies?” he said, playful yet tender, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and then to the tip of your nose. His gaze softened even further as it met yours. “If I had to choose, I’d rather just be here with you.”
Your heart melted instantly, though you tried not to let it show. “You can’t use sweet words like that to convince me to stop working,” you muttered, though the smile on your lips betrayed you.
“I don’t need to convince you,” Levi replied, lowering his voice as he planted another light kiss, this time on your chin. “You know you’d rather give up and spend time with me.”
You shook your head, trying to seem more determined than you actually felt. “And who’s going to decorate the cookies, then?” you asked, as he gently turned you toward him, causing the icing in your hand to slip onto the table.
“We’ll decorate them later,” Levi said without hesitation. “Or we can leave them as they are. They’re already perfect—just like you.”
You felt yourself melt again as he gazed at you with those deep, loving eyes. Before you could reply, Levi leaned in again and kissed you, this time with more intensity, making you forget about the cookies entirely. His hands rested gently on your waist as your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.
When he finally pulled away, a satisfied smile spread across his face. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and murmured, “Now it feels like Christmas.”
You both laughed as you tried to clean up the spilled icing. “Fine,” you conceded, shaking your head in amusement, “but next time, you’re actually going to help with the cookies!”
“Promise,” Levi replied, though the way he looked at you suggested he’d never find anything more interesting than you.
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