Domi

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michael olise x f!reader.

no strings attached.

note: part.2 or?👀

mdni. smut. blowjob, piv, dom!reader x sub!michael, cowgirl, teasing, edging, overstimulating.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after seeing a video of michael on a yacht with other girls, you punish him in your own way.

Where you are an interview/ comedian ( like amelia dimoldenberg) and you invite him to your show ( chicken shop) and you keep flirting with him

At first he thinks it's just for the episode but you keep doing it when your path cross again at a celebrity event

And he gets shy but decides to shoot his shot and properly ask you out after his England colleagues convinced him ( mostly mocked him)

Chicken Shop Date

Elliot Anderson x Reader

Elliot Anderson Masterlist

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Elliot had spent the entire drive to the chicken shop reminding himself of one thing: this was her job.

He’d watched enough episodes to know exactly how it worked and noticed flirted with everyone. It didn’t matter whether the guest was a footballer or an actor or a musician, she’d ask awkward questions, hold eye contact for slightly too long and smile in that way that made people forget how to answer even the simplest things. It was funny and It was entertaining, it was the reason millions of people watched her show so when he’d agreed to come on he’d promised himself he wouldn’t read into anything she said. He was absolutely going to read into everything she said.

The moment he stepped inside you looked up from your notes and smiled so brightly that it almost caught him off guard.

“There he is!” you said. “I’ve been waiting.”

Elliot laughed politely as he walked over. “You make it sound like I’ve kept you waiting for hours.”

“I have no concept of time.”

“So… ten minutes?”

“More dramatic if I say hours.”

He shook his head with a small smile before sitting opposite you.

“I’ve got to admit,” you said casually tilting your head as if you were studying him. “You’re even better looking in person.”

Elliot froze, How was he suppose to answer that? Was he suppose to go along with what she said? The cameras hadn’t even started rolling. He looked towards one of the producers wondering if this was some kind of warm up joke before they would start filming but nobody said anything because they already looked entertained.

“Uhh…thank you?”

“You don’t believe me.”

“I just…?” He laughed awkwardly. “I thought we hadn’t started yet.”

“We haven’t.”

“Oh…”

You smiled to yourself before glancing at the producer. “Ready?”

The producer counted down in three… two… one…

You instantly turned back to Elliot with a completely straight face. “So… Elliot, are you always this shy or is it just because you’re on a date with me?”

His eyebrows shot up. “It’s not a date.”

“Oh?” You looked almost disappointed. “I’ve misunderstood then.”

“You definitely have.”

“That’s embarrassing.”

“It is.”

“Should we leave?”

He couldn’t help laughing. “No.”

“You sure?”

“I’m already here.”

“That’s commitment!” You beamed.

The interview carried on like that for the next ten minutes with every question ended with you teasing him and every compliment along with it was delivered so casually that he genuinely couldn’t tell whether you were joking anymore.

“You’ve got nice eyes.” You complimented him.

“…Thank you.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“I just don’t know if you’re serious.”

You leaned back in your chair. “What if I am?”

He opened his mouth then closed it again then laughed nervously. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

“Good.”

“Why’s that?”

“You look so cute when you’re flustered.”

One they had finished filming, Eliot was convinced he’d just survived the longest ten minutes of his life completely flustered for literally the whole world to see, imagine what his teammates would say when they would see this? Oh he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

As everyone packed away equipment you walked over with a smile. “You did well.”

“I don’t think I did.”

“I think you did.”

“You bullied me.”

“I interviewed you, Ell, it’s my job.” The nickname made him blush and laughed at his reaction as he looked speechless. “I’ll see you around.” You said.

“You say that like we’re destined to meet again.”

You shrugged. “Maybe we are, who knows?” Then you walked away with a wink before he could think of anything clever to say.

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The episode went viral within the twenty four hours it was posted and the comments were full of people insisting he’d been flirting back whilst others claimed he’d been blushing from the moment he’d walked through the door and others noticed he was completely flustered, speechless and clueless the entire video.

His teammates made sure he saw every single comment as they began to tease him in their group chat and of course it was the Morgan Rogers who was particularly insufferable.

Morgz 🥶: you fancy her 😏

Ell: no I don’t

Jude 🦁: yeah you do 🤣

Ell: no

Ant👱🏻: you smiled 🤭

Ell: obviously I smile

Ant 👱🏻: not like that you don’t 🤔

Ell: it’s literally her job

Hendo 💪: yeah mate… keep telling yourself that 🙃

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A month later after the Chicken Shop date, the England team were invited to a charity Gala in London and Elliot hadn’t even realised you’d been invited until he heard someone call his name. He turned around and you were walking towards him in an elegant black dress, smiling exactly the same way you had in the chicken shop. So this is what she meant when we were destined to meet each other again. He thought.

“There you are.” You called.

He blinked. “Oh uh.. h-hi.”

“I thought you were avoiding me.” You laughed.

“I wasn’t.”

“You sure?”

“I didn’t even know you were coming.”

“So you’ve not been avoiding me on purpose.”

“I’ve not been avoiding you at all.”

“Hmm.” You pretended to think about it. “I’ll allow it.”

Morgan who had been standing beside him the entire time looked between the two of you with an expression that could only be described as smug. You barely acknowledged Morgan and you looked back to Elliot.

“You look nice.”

He felt heat creeping into his face. “So do you.”

“So you do know how to compliment someone.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“I had my doubts.”

Morgan coughed loudly into his hand.

You smiled to yourself before lightly touching Elliot’s arm. “It was nice seeing you again.” Then just like that you walked away.

Morgan waited until you were completely out of earshot then he slowly turned towards Elliot. “Mate.”

“What?”

“She’s flirting.”

“No?”

“She literally sought you out.”

“She was being friendly.”

Morgan stared at him for a full five seconds. “Oh my days I’ve genuinely never met someone this oblivious.” He laughed as Elliot shook his head.

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Elliot was a shy man and public events like this were events he’d try to disappear into. It wasn’t that he disliked them, they were nice but he always knew it came with an awful lot of standing around making small talk while photographers shouted names from every direction. Elliot much preferred the football pitch where nobody expected him to be charming for three straight hours.

Unfortunately for him he wasn’t only surrounded by photographers because he was surrounded by Morgan Rogers, Jude Bellingham, Anthony Gordon and Jordan Henderson and the rest of the England team but to him being surrounded by these four men could be the worst thing that could happen tonight cos he knew they would just be making fun of him and and be all over his ear about it.

“You’ve looked over there six times.” Morgan’s voice appeared beside him like an unwanted narrator.

“I have not.”

“You have.”

“I haven’t.”

“You literally have.” Morgan argued back and forth.

Elliot sighed into his drink. “I’m just looking around the room.”

Anthony followed Elliot’s line of sight before immediately spotting you chatting to another presenter across the room. “Oh.” He grinned. “Looking around the room are we?”

Jude didn’t even bother hiding his smile. “Convenient that every time you look around the room your eyes land on the exact same person.”

Hendo shook his head with a knowing smile taking a sip of his drink before looking at Elliot over the rim of the glass. “I thought we settled this at camp.”

“We did.”

“So why are we still standing here?”

Elliot glanced across the room again and giving you laughing at something one of the presenters said completely unaware that four England internationals had practically formed a tactical committee dedicated to your love life.

“I don’t know if she actually-“

“Oh stop.” Morgan physically grabbed Elliot by both shoulders.

“You’ve been saying ‘I don’t know if she actually likes me’ for about two months.”

“Because I don’t?”

Anthony laughed. “Mate, she was the one who came up to you not even half an hour ago.”

“She came to say hello.”

“Exactly.”

“And?”

Anthony stared at him. “Do you go searching for people you’re not interested in?”

“No?”

“There you go then.”

Jude folded his arms. “You’ve got two options.”

“I’m listening.”

“You either go over there,” He pointed towards you.“Or Morgan goes over there for you.”

Morgan’s eyes lit up instantly as if Christmas came early. “I’ll do it!”

“You absolutely will not!”

“I’ll tell her everything.”

“You don’t even know anything!”

“I know enough.” He smirked.

Jordan couldn’t hold back his laugh anymore. “I actually think I’d rather watch Morgan.”

Elliot looked horrified. “You lot are unbelievable.” He shook his head. “I hate you all.”

“We love you too mate!” Anthony answered back.

“Go.” Morgan said as he gave Elliot a gentle shove.

“No.” Elliot folded his arms.

Another shove. “Go.”

“I’m not ready.”

Anthony joined in nudging him from the other side.“You’ll never be ready if you keep saying no.”

Jude stepped behind him. “Forward!”

“I’m literally being ambushed.”

“Exactly.” Jordan smiled. “Sometimes your teammates have to press high.” As he joined in with the shoving.

Morgan burst out laughing. “That’s the best football analogy you’ve ever made.”

Before Elliot even realised what was happening, the four of them had somehow shepherded him halfway across the room, the sight of four grown footballers shoving another made everyone question them.

He stopped walking. “I’m serious.”

“So are we!” Jude said.

“You are not following me!”

Morgan placed a hand over his heart. “Ohhhh… we’d never…”

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You were in the middle of another conversation with some reporters when you noticed Elliot making his way towards you. You noticed he look so… nervous? Excusing yourself politely you turned to face him with a smile.

“Elliot.” You smiled at him.

“Hi.”

“You’ve survived almost a whole ceremony.”

“Barely.”

“I was going to come and find you later.”

“You were?”

“Of course.” He smiled at that at your response.

Behind him about twenty feet away stood Morgan, Jude, Anthony and Jordan had somehow hidden themselves behind one of the enormous floral displays decorating the room, or at least… they thought they had hid themselves well. Morgan was like 6’2 and was about as hidden as a damn lampost and the four of them were shoving each other trying to stay well hidden.

“Move!” Morgan said.

“No you move!” Anthony fought. “I’m trying to hide myself!”

“So am I!” Morgan said.

You bit the inside of your cheek trying not to laugh at the sight of his friends trying their hardest to hide themselves but failing hilariously. “You’ve brought an audience I see.”

Elliot frowned. “W-what?”

You nodded subtly behind him as he turned ever so slightly seeing four heads immediately disappeared behind the flowers, shoving each other and hearing some muffled giggles as if they were four teenaged boys… or in this case four teenaged girls.

Then Elliot closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. “I am going to kill them.” He muttered under his breath.

“They’re not very good at hiding.”

“Clearly not.” He huffed.

“They’ve been giggling for about five minutes.”

He sighed dramatically. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“They’ve bullied me into this.”

You laughed. “I had a feeling.”

He looked down at the floor for a second before taking a slow breath. “I’ve rehearsed this.”

“Oh?”

“Several times.”

“I hope I don’t ruin the script.”

“You probably will.”

“I usually do.”

He smiled shaking his head but then the nerves returned as he rubbed the back of his neck before looking at you properly. “I know, I know your whole job is making people think you’re flirting for entertainment.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is it?”

“I’m trying to get through this.”

“Sorry.”

“I know that’s kind of your thing.”

“It can be.”

“And I genuinely couldn’t work ouy whether I was completely imagining things.” He laughed awkwardly, “but every time we’ve seen each other since you’ve still been exactly the same.” His eyes searched yours. “So… umm I- I was wondering uh…” He laughed at himself. “No, I’ve messed this up.” He shook his head.

“You haven’t.” You reassured him.

“I definitely have.”

“You haven’t.” You stepped just a little closer. “Keep going.”

He smiled softly. “I was wondering if…” He looked at you with every ounce of courage he had left.“you’d let me take you on an actual date?”

Seeing the Elliot Anderson try not to panic was strangely adorable. “Hmm.” You thought to yourself.

His face fell. “Oh.”

“I’ve got quite a busy schedule.”

He nodded. “Right.”

“But… I think I could make room for one footballer.” A smile spreaded across your face.

“Wait…Really?”

“Really.” You nodded.

The smile that appeared on Elliot’s face was so wide it almost made you laugh and before he could even open his mouth to even say another word-

“YESSSS!!!”

The shout echoed across the ballroom not only making yours and Elliot’s heads turn around but more or less every single person in this room turned around.

Morgan had completely abandoned the floral arrangement and punched the air like his team had just scored a last minute winner, Jude was doubled over laughing, Anthony had both hands over his mouth trying and failing not to cheer and Jordan was applauding and shaking his head as though he couldn’t quite believe they’d actually pulled it off.

“We told you!” Morgan shouted across the room.

“We actually told you!” Anthony pointed at Elliot.

“He finally listened!” Jude was laughing so hard he could barely stand upright.

“I can’t believe that actually worked.” Jordan shook his head.

Around the ballroom people had started turning to look. You covered your face laughing as Elliot stood there in complete disbelief with his head down avoiding to show anyone how red his face looked. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Elliot muttered to himself

Morgan grinned shamelessly. “What?!”

“You’ve embarrassed me.”

“No we haven’t!” He pointed between the two of you. “We’ve changed your life!”

Jordan wandered over with the proud expression of a man who believed he’d coached the winning goal.“I’ll expect an invitation to the wedding.”

Elliot stared at him. “I’ve only just asked her out.”

“Exactly!” Anthony beamed.

“You lot are insane.”

Jude threw an arm around Elliot’s shoulders.” “Maybe.” He looked over at you before grinning even wider. “But we were right.”

You couldn’t help smiling in the moment. The look on Elliot’s face was adorable and the fact that his friends had been so happy for him was wholesome but the fact that they were saying they were right? They absolutely had been.

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michael olise x f!reader.

in which . . . the girl running the restaurant next door became his favourite part of munich.

last part | next part

michael had spent the entire day at the training center and by the time he got home, he was exhausted. his legs hurt, his apartment was empty and after staring into his fridge for nearly a minute, he had come to the conclusion that there was absolutely nothing edible inside so he had left again.

five minutes later, he found himself standing in front of the little restaurant.

the lights were still on and through the window, he could see you moving between tables with a notepad in your hand.

as he pushed the door open, the bell rang and you looked up smiling.

“you’re back.”

those two words caught him off guard, maybe because you remembered him. he’d only been there once and you didn't forget him. he only nodded.

“same table?”

“you remember where i sat?” he frowned.

“of course,” you pointed towards the table the farthest from the window. “you sat there.”

“that was three days ago.”

“and?”

he had no answer to that and a tiny smile appeared on your face before you walked away.

“sit down, i’ll bring you a menu.”

by the time he reached the table, he was already smiling a little but he didn’t know why.

the restaurant was busier than last time, every table was occupied except his, god knows why. people talked quietly around him and all of this felt comfortable, it nothing like the crowded places some of his friends liked.

you arrived a moment later and placed a menu in front of him.

“have you decided already or are you pretending to look?”

he looked up.

“what?”

“most people who come back already know what they want.”

“and if i don’t?”

“i’ll pretend not to be offended.”

“i’ll have a look.”

“take your time.”

you disappeared again. his eyes moved over the menu but he wasn’t really reading it, instead, two seconds later he found himself watching you.

you were everywhere at once, taking orders, bringing drinks, greeting customers, carrying plates and strangely with all of this, never looking stressed.

michael looked away before you could catch him staring.

a few minutes later, you returned. “ready?”

“yeah,” he ordered and you wrote it down.

“good choice.”

“you said that last time.”

“last time was a good choice too.”

“so every order is a good choice?” he smiled.

“mmh... not every order.”

“which ones are bad?”

“that’s confidential information.”

he smiled again, and it was happening more around you than he was used to. when his food arrived, it was just as good as he’d remembered or maybe even better.

when he finally stood up to pay, the restaurant had emptied considerably, only two tables remained occupied.

you were wiping down the counter when he approached.

“all done?”

he nodded. “it was good.”

“i know,” you said as he stared at you. “okay, thank you.”

you rang up the bill and after he paid, you broke the silence first.

“see you next week?”

he slipped his wallet back into his pocket. “next week?”

“people becoming regular customers.”

“right,” he hummed.

your eyes narrowed slightly.

“unless you’re planning on showing up tomorrow.”

he looked away for a second which was enough of an answer.

your grin widened instantly. “ha! i knew it.”

“you knew nothing.”

“what's your name?” you asked out of context.

he frowned then answered quietly. “michael.”

“then see you tomorrow, michael.”

it was the first time you’d used his name, hearing it from the mouth of someone he doesn't really know wasn't so strange. he was known, people know his name without him knowing their but hearing it from you was a little different.

“see you.”

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dating.

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: hugo is injured and you're spending time with him.

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bradley barcola x f!moroccan!curlyhaired!reader.

strangers.

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: bradley's braider secretly sets him up with her best friend, you.

michael olise x f!reader.

in which . . . the girl running the restaurant next door became his favourite part of munich.

the bell above the door rang softly the second michael pushed it open.

the place was so small that he could see every table from the entrance. there were only seven of them, all wooden, all different from each other like someone had found them over the years instead of buying a matching set. tiny plants sat on the windowsills and handwritten menus were clipped onto little boards. warm lights hung from the ceiling, making everything feel softer than the grey streets of munich outside and the white lights from the restaurant he was used to visiting.

it smelled of fresh bread, garlic, butter, herbs and something sweet he couldn’t quite identify.

restaurants like this weren’t usually his thing. not because he disliked them, quite the opposite, they reminded him too much of home so he prefers the luxurious ones.

living alone had sounded exciting at first. it was a new country, a new club, a new city… but the reality was much less glamorous.

his fridge was almost always empty and when it wasn’t empty, it contained ingredients he had absolutely no idea how to turn into an actual meal.

he had once spent nearly fifteen minutes staring at a packet of lasagna before ordering food instead.

after that interview where he’d admitted he couldn’t cook, some of his teammates had laughed about it for weeks.

“just learn,” they said as if it were that simple.

instead he survived on deliveries, the training center and whatever his nutritionist begged him to eat.

today though, every delivery app looked boring because he had already ordered food from the entire app, so he walked without really paying attention to where he was going until he noticed this tiny restaurant squeezed between a florist and a bookstore.

there was no giant sign, just a little chalkboard outside: homemade meals. that’s all it said and he liked that.

“hello!” you smiled.

you were standing behind the counter with an apron tied around your waist, drying your hands on a towel. you couldn’t be much older than him, maybe his age.

your hair was loosely tied back, a few strands escaping around your face from working all day.

“table for one?” you asked.

he nodded. “yeah.”

your smile widened. “sit wherever you want.”

he chose the table farthest from the windows and noticed little things while waiting.

you were the only one working, taking orders, bringing plates, washing the dishes whenever you had thirty seconds and checking on everyone without ever looking rushed.

everyone who walked in seemed to know you, except him.

you walked over with a menu. “first time here?”

“is it that obvious?”

“yeah.”

“i just moved here.”

“that explains it,” you handed him the menu. “everything’s homemade!”

his eyes scanned the page, there weren’t twenty different options, only four but he actually liked that because he had less decisions.

“what do you recommend?”

you tilted your head slightly. “are you hungry? like really hungry?”

“yeah...?”

“then the beef stew.”

“is it good?”

“i think so.”

“you’re not biased?”

“i cook it!”

“that’s the point,” he closed the menu. “but i’ll trust you.”

“good choice.”

you disappeared into the kitchen and michael watched through the small opening in the wall as you carefully plated everything yourself.

when you brought the bowl to his table, steam rose into the air and well… it smelled incredible.

“careful, it’s hot” you placed it down gently.

“thanks.”

he waited until you’d walked away before taking the first bite. that’s when he realized how tired he was of eating food that all tasted the same.

before he knew it, the bowl was completely empty. when you noticed he had finished from across the room, you walked towards him.

“good?”

“yeah, it was.”

you grinned proudly, having the same reaction everytime someone new complimented your cook. “thank you!”

when he stood to leave a little while later, you walked back to the counter before he reached it.

“will i see you again?” you asked.

it was such a casual question, asked without expectation and he surprised himself by answering immediately.

“probably,” he murmured, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“see you soon then,” you smiled.

he nodded once before stepping back outside and walked the short distance back to his apartment, hands buried in his hoodie pockets, already thinking about what he would order the next time he went back.

dixheuresdix.

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michael olise x f!reader.

dating.

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: every single month, michael buys a plushie.

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