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DJED SPENCE ;;
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staring problem ᢉ𐭩
hey! cld i have a djed spence fluff/smut fic where reader is a dj please xx
staring problem ;;
fem!reader x djed spence
where you keep exchanging glances with him during your set.
a/n: ty for the request! i don’t go clubbing so apologies for any inaccuracies
cw smut mdni
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you assumed it would be like your usual weekend. it seemed like it would be normal when you stepped into the club.
and it was like your usual weekend... for a while.
you were playing something on the slightly more calm side since it was only 10pm and not many people were there yet.
that’s when someone caught your eye. a tall, dark and handsome man who looked oddly familiar. he was surrounded by some other guys, seemingly friends of his, but he stood out. maybe it was the way he carried himself. maybe it was his chsrming smile. maybe…
you suddenly realised who it was. djed spence. one of tottenham hotspur’s current best players djed spence. recently got called up for the england national team djed spence.
you shook your head. i can’t let this distract me, you thought, i’ve seen countless prem footballers here before.
but for some reason he was different. you couldn’t take your eyes off him too.
and apparently, he felt the same.
throughout your set, he kept stealing glances at you. you made eye contact with him multiple times, holding the stare until he looked away first. his friends eventually noticed what was distracting him and smirked. they nudged him to ask you for your insta or something but he didn’t advance. just stood there and continued eye-fucking you.
*
1am. you couldn’t take it anymore. his gaze was making you all flustered and giddy and you needed to do something about it. so, you put on a prerecorded mix of three songs: no hands, pony, and girl you loud. to set the mood for what you were about to do.
you told the people near the dj booth you were going for a bathroom break, but shot djed a glance that allured him into following you. his friends noticed this as well and cheered him on.
you squeezed your way through the crowd hastily and to one of the lesser-known vip bathrooms, djed following from a distance.
after ensuring no one was inside, you pushed the door open and slipped inside. the door closed behind you before almost immediately opening again. just as you expected, djed.
he locked the door after fully stepping in, and there he was in all his glory. damn.
“d’you have a staring problem?” you asked, eyeing him up and down before looking back at his eyes.
he laughed, folding his arms and leaning against the sink counter.
“maybe i do.”
you rolled your eyes playfully before pressing yourself up against him.
“make this quick. i have a set to get back to.”
he grinned, his hands grabbing your hips before turning the both of you around so that you were against the counter.
*
just as you requested, it was quick.
he was pistoning into you at a constant pace, still managing to use force in every thrust. the cool granite surface pressed against your upper body heightened the feeling. better yet, the music outside (yes, your premixed track) was loud enough that you could hear it from here.
djed grabbed your head by your hair, making you look up at the both of you in the mirror.
“you’re so hot,” moaned djed as he looked at the reflection, then back at you.
you whined under him, your hands holding onto the counter for support.
one of his hands was still entangled in your hair while the other grabbed your thigh to spread your legs further.
that gave him the ability to thrust into a spot he wasn’t previously hitting, causing a loud and unprecedented ‘fuck’ to spill out of your throat.
“you like that, hm?” laughed djed, continuing to hit that same spot over and over again.
you started gripping the counter so hard your fingers were turning pale. “gonna… ‘m gonna come,” you exclaimed upon feeling that knot in your stomach tighten even further.
“mm, yeah, look at yourself while you come then,” he whispered, yanking your hair back once again to force you to look into the mirror.
that alone caused you to finally let go, feeling the tremors consuming your body as you cried out his name.
feeling you tightened around him drove him closer to the edge, and after fucking into you a few more times he pulled out and came all over your back.
“shit…” he sighed, grabbing a few tissues from the box on the counter and wiping your back and his cock. he binned them once you were both clean and pulled his pants up while you did the same.
“for a footballer,” you mumbled while fixing yourself up in the mirror, “you fuck well.”
he let out a hearty chuckle before pulling his phone out from his pocket. “yeah, i’ve been told. insta?” he asks with a slight grin on his face as he hands the phone to you.
you roll your eyes with a soft snicker before keying it in and handing the phone back.
“don’t stare too long. you’ll fall in love.”
“i think i already have.”
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someone sent me a cunha request and its like. omg why didn’t i think of that. thank you anon
Can you do an nsfw alphabet for Michael olise plsssss
nsfw alphabet (michael’s version)
fem!reader x michael olise
headcanons on michael olise during sex.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
will definitely clean you up & take care of you. he knows what he did to you so the least he can do is let you sleep (if it’s at night) comfortably, not sticky or sweaty. he’ll also watch you fall asleep in his arms before sleeping himself
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he loves his abs. they look as if they were shaped and carved out. he loves flexing them when he’s pressed up against you or when you’re grinding on his torso.
as for you, he loves your ass. maybe your legs in general. but if he had to choose it would be your butt. whenever you’re in public with him he has to force himself to not touch it and keep his hand on your back. when he’s fucking you from behind he loves watching it ripple and loves hearing that sound of your skin making contaxt with his.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he would love to dump his cum in you but he knows you’re not really ready for a baby yet. so right now he pulls out and cums either on your face, back, or belly. anywhere he can see it.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he’s jerked off on call with you once. it was a voice call while he was away in paris for the ucl semi. you were calling him to tell him about your day but as you talked, he was secrelty stroking himself to the sound of your sweet voice.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he was kind of a manwhore before he met you (as footballers usually are) so he’s pretty experienced. but you don’t mind it because he makes up for it by being so good in bed. he KNOWS what he’s doing for sure.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
doggystyle. he loves your ass, so if he has the chance to stare and grab at it of course he would.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he’s more on the serious side though sometimes he makes a dirty joke which makes you both laugh. but other than that he’s fully focused on the pleasure element.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he’s slightly trimmed but still relatively hairy. like he trims it every so often so it’s neat, but it’s not fully cut. just trimmed enough to keep it well-groomed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
very intimate save for quickies. he will spend hours on end making sure the experience is intimate, like setting the mood with lights and playlists, or his pace etc. but when it has to be quick he doesn’t bother with intimacy.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
does it a lot only because he’s away a lot. going to both domestic away games and champions league away games separates you two a lot. unless it’s a big game, you don’t follow him to other cities or countries. that means that he has to jack off kind of often, more than he’d like to admit.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
quite vanilla. but sometimes he finds himself a little turned on when you praise him. he also has the slightest exhibitionism kink but would never fully actually act on it.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
the bedroom. he has the chance to light candles, put on a playlist, change the room lighting. you can’t do that elsewhere in the house. and also fucking you into the bed was kind of hot. despite this, sometimes he will opt for bayern’s empty locker room. post-match, after everyone already left.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
he gets turned on every time you wear his jersey (or any of his clothes for that matter). he thinks it’s hot to see his name on your back. when you fuck he won’t take the jersey off. why would he? it’s hot.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he would never ever hurt you in a way you don’t want. you’ve drawn a clear line and he would never think of crossing it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
prefers receiving but he’s good at giving as well. he’d rather have you on your knees sucking the soul out of him, but if you wanted him to eat you out he would do it with no hesitation.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
depends. if he’s getting frustrations out or trying to be quick, probably fast and rough. if he as all the time in the world, it’s slow and sensual. he wants to make sure you both are fully enjoying it.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
does it only when he has to. right before training he’ll maybe ask you to blow him because he doesn’t want anything intense that atfects his training. before you go for a dinner date he’ll fuck you in your dress that just looks so damn good on you. but he makes sure the dress stays clean.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he’s open to (almost) anything you want him to do. whenever you want to experiment it’s usually somewhat vanilla still so he’s not too worried. as for taking risks, it’s kinda situational. he would fuck you on a balcony where people could possibly see, but he would never risk anything that would get you pregnant. not for now at least.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
as many rounds as you please. will usually wait til you’re spent til he stops. lasts quite long as well; perks of dating a footballer.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
no toys himself but he knows you have a vibrator. doesn’t use it on you as he prefers to fuck you himself but he knows you use it when he’s away. he teases that it’s not as good as the real thing and you say the same thing about his tendency to jerk off when you’re not around.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
some days he’ll have enough energy or self-restraint to tease. other days he simply can’t wait and cuts right to the chase. he usually doesn’t tease though, he can’t hold himself back either.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
considering how shy, quiet or reserved he is to the public eye, he’s surprisingly loud/talkative in bed. he groans and grunts a lot as well as muttering praises and dirty talk a lot.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
when you first started dating, there was one time he couldn’t stop thinking about you during training and had to sneak off to the bathroom to calm himself down.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he’s BIG. all french strikers are, technically. look at mbappe or ekitike. but it took you months to adjust to his size and fully accommodate him and til now you’re still not 100% used to it yet.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
super high. he’s like a dog in heat sometimes.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
if he’s not too tired he will wait for you to fall asleep before he does. if he’s spent he’ll fall asleep alongside you.
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JOBE BELLINGHAM ;;
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feel better ۶ৎ
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love love love your page, can you write something fluffy about jobe? maybe reader comforting him after a bad game.
feel better ;;
fem!reader x jobe bellingham
where you comfort jobe after a bad game.
a/n: i apologise if this is kinda bad or inaccurate !!! 😭😭😭 i just don’t really know how to write about players i don’t usually write about 😢
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the door slammed shut. you knew why. dortmund had just lost to midtable gladbach, and jobe couldn’t help but feel like he underperformed.
he already somewhat regretted leaving sunderland — they’re qualifying for europe after having just been in the championship the season before. now, dortmund are losing games they should be winning.
you turned your head to face his direction. your gaze softened upon seeing his disheartened expression. he looked like he wanted to cry, fuck’s sake.
“c’mere,” you beckoned before patting the spot beside you on the sofa.
jobe listened and made his way over, though he stayed silent. he let out a sigh immediately upon landing on the couch, practically melting into the pillows.
“it’s not your fault,” you reassured, rubbing his shoulder. “you played well. the team just got unlucky today.”
he sighed again, blinking back his tears. “i know… i know. it’s just… i can’t live up to my brother, you know.”
your heart ached for him. that constant pressure and comparison really must sting.
you pulled him down to your chest level gently, stroking the back of his neck and just letting the tears flow.
“of course you are, jobe. please don’t compare yourself to your brother,” you mumbled, squeezing his right bicep and leaning down to place a kiss in his hair. “you’re only 20, you’ve got your whole career ahead of you.”
the two of you just laid there for a while. jobe nuzzled into your chest, your nails lightly grazing the back of his neck and his scalp… it was comforting.
soon enough, jobe was done crying. he lifted his head off your tear-stained tee and looked down at you lovingly (in spite of his red eyes).
“you always seem to make me feel better,” he whispered affectionately, a soft smile plastered on his face. he took your hand in his and squeezed it. “i’m glad to have you.”
you smiled back, grateful and relieved that he was feeling better.
“i’ll always be here for you.”
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MICHAEL OLISE ;;
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the people have spoken can we please have michael olise smut ??? xx
here u go <3
Hi, could you please write a fanfiction about Michael Olise?
Michael and reader (female) sneak away from the championship celebration on the final matchday. They are slipping into a private room away from the other players because reader wants to treat Michael to a special reward for winning both the league title and the Player of the Season award (blowjob, smut, and finishing inside). Furthermore, Michael simply can't keep his hands off reader, as she is wearing a Bayern jersey with his name on it in which she looks indescribably hot.
Sorry if my phrasing is incorrect. English is not my native language.
player of the season ;;
fem!reader x michael olise (bayern munich)
where you reward michael for his achievements throughout the season.
a/n: thank you for the request! slight layout change (dividers removed) bc tumblr is being buggy. hoping to add it back soon
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the team was going crazy. yet another bundesliga win and unsurprisingly, michael got player of the season.
you were in on the festivities, standing nearby michael as he got interviewed. you could barely hear what they were asking him over the sound of the crowd celebrating as well.
in the blink of an eye, he was drenched in beer. he was showered two times in a row. you laughed heartily at his expression, akin to that of a dejected wet dog.
the interview soon wrapped up. you quickly went over to michael, murmuring a faint “follow me” before turning around and walking in the direction away from everyone.
and so he did. you followed along, hoping no one would notice the two of you slipping away during the peak of the celebrations. yeah, like the team wouldn’t notice their player of the season and his girlfriend mysteriously disappearing.
once you reached the locker room, you dragged michael into one of the showers, pressing him onto the wall.
“my player of the season,” you hummed, tracing little slow circles on his abs. “you deserve a reward, hmm?”
you pressed your lips onto his, working on pulling down his shorts while doing so. his hand was resting in between your lower back and ass, as if he was deliberating going further down. he let out a muffled groan before eventually deciding to cup your ass through those jeans he liked.
suddenly you were on your knees, directly face-to-face with his clothed erection. somehow his boxers had managed to stay dry in spite of the beer. you pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung out, presenting itself to you in all its glory. he was thick, you knew that. but it felt different in this situation; maybe it was because this was a terrible place to be rewarding him.
you started with his leaking tip, licking up the bead of pre before slowly working your way down. eventually your mouth was full so you just used your hands for his base.
when you started to bob your head up and down, he let out a loud groan and grabbed at your hair, bunching it up into a makeshift ponytail, tugging at it lightly.
he helped to guide your head — it was hard to properly multitask when you had to use both your mouth and your hands.
before you knew it, you felt a few taps at the back of your head. you paused, looking up at him with glossy eyes and puffy lips. he let out a sigh before moving his hips on his own, giving you a quick face-fuck before pulling out and coming all over your face.
it was indeed a sight to see. your face covered in his cum… it turned him on even more than he already was.
he helped you up before flipping the two of you around, making sure you were the one pinned onto the wall. facing the wall too. he wanted to see your back… specifically your name on his back. it was such a turn on to see you wearing his name.
he smashed his lips onto yours while swiftly undoing the buttons on your jeans and aligning himself with you.
you felt wetness actively pooling in between your legs as he practically manhandled you.
before you could even register what was happening, michael thrust into you with one movement, rocking his hips back and forth while holding yours. you leaned your head against the wall as you relished in this moment. his teammates right outside, clueless as to what was going on with you two right now, while they just celebrated their victory. your shirt stayed on, of course. team pride.
he picked up his pace significantly, making sure the both of you would come quickly. you felt every inch of him pumping in and out of you. every vein, every pulse…
without warning (well, you tried — you squeezed his arm multiple times), you let out a strangled moan, coming around him. he felt you squeeze like a vice, in turn triggering his orgasm to hit him. he didn’t pull out, instead pushing himself deeper inside you, dumping his cum deep within you.
when he pulled out slowly, after fucking into you a few more times, there was that filthy squelching sound followed by the mix of fluids dripping out of you.
“you’re so hot,” he murmurs while wiping the cum off of your face, taking special care to not mess up your makeup too much, and fixing your hair. sweet.
you pulled your jeans back up when he was done, with him following suit.
“you go back first. i need to fix my makeup,” you told him after stepping outside of the cubicle.
“you look pretty already. especially with my cum splattered across your face, yeah?” remarked michael with a smug smirk etched onto his face.
you gave him a light smack on the back. “gross.”
“yet, i’m still your player of the season.”
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omg i got so many requests & new followers from that poll post 😭😭 proves that you should always try bc you never rly know
i promise to write everyones requests soon ok!!! expect it by the end of this week i promise
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fem!reader x archie gray (tottenham)
where archie accidentally leaks your relationship to his whole team.
a/n: this was fun to write honestly!
you and archie had known each other since the dawn of time. your parents were best friends and you celebrated almost everything with the grays. birthdays, christmas, thanksgiving…
you ended up forming a crush on him. it lingered. then he did too. it was a “she fell first, he fell harder” type of situation. but the two of you were stubborn idiots who didn’t want to address your feelings to each other.
however just two days ago, he finally mustered up the courage to confess. he brought you to a nice lunch spot under the guise of just wanting good food with a nice view for amazing pics. later on in the meal, he ordered some desert, and you received a cake with words written in chocolate at the bottom.
“can i be your boyfriend?” and a little smiley face.
you almost cried because it was so cute. obviously you said yes.
fast forward back to today. you were planning to keep your relationship lowkey until a few weeks or months later.
when you pulled up to hotspur way during a training session, you were congratulated by multiple people for your new relationship. which they weren’t supposed to know about…
at first it was lucas. “hey! i heard you’re finally with archie. good job.”
then it was djed. “aye, you got with archie didn’t you? congrats!”
followed by james, the dad of the team, who called archie a good lad. and richy, micky, mathys…
somehow almost everyone knew about your lowkey relationship.
and you’d been official for a day. one day.
so after the training, you ‘confronted’ archie.
“how’d everyone know about our relationship?”
“ummmm…” he hesitated.
that translated to “my big mouth accidentally told a bunch of people and it spread”.
“archie!” you exclaimed, smacking him on his shoulder.
“sorry!” yelped archie, rubbing that spot with a grimace. “i didn’t mean to. i was just really excited. i told lucas, james and … pedro. i think pedro was the one to spread it honestly. probably told lolo and pape, then—“
“so the whole team knows.”
“noooooo… yes?”
you sighed. not in disappointment, but in affection. he was cute.
“by next week, the whole world’s gonna know,” you joked.
“oh, don’t test me now.”
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