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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 - 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, ( 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 )

( 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 )

" Fuck "

His gaze, hazy with the lust coursing through him leisurely shifts upwards to soak it in, what a sight she was – the dress she had chosen for the night was hiked up to her abdomen exposing her lack of undergarments whilst the top was loosened allowing her breasts to spill out entirely, much to his delight.

" Don’t stop "

Her words escape in a whine, one hand lands on top of his head whilst the other toys with both of her nipples, the sounds she made, coupled with the way her body reacted to his touch spurred him on to apply more pressure, his tongue along with his thumb rubbing her clit which seemed to drive her closer to her high eliciting the sweetest and most obscene cry he had ever heard.

If they would have told him that he could only live on her and her only – he would have most likely did just that.

He pulls back to admire her properly and smirks, " You were saying? " he murmurs before placing a feather light kiss to her lower abdomen inviting another moan from her.

What had gotten them into this position, you may ask? well it’s simple - he, vice captain of the England national team. And she, the very young yet experienced photographer chosen to be in charge of capturing moments from the training sessions as well as matches - a few stolen looks here, discreet smiles there and it lead them to this very moment.

" You’re still old " She states with a soft chuckle which turned into a yelp when he jumped on top of her to cage her with his arm, he looks down into her eyes, his chain landing directly in between her breasts. " But I’ll give you your roses, that was very impressive " she whispers, placing both of her hands on the back of his neck.

" You fucking minx " He whispers dipping his head to capture her lips in a soft kiss that incited a groan from him the moment he felt her tongue swiping over his bottom lip which in turn granted them the perfect opportunity to devour each other’s mouths. " You’re going to get me in trouble one day " he murmurs against her lips.

She didn’t respond immediately, instead; her hand slides down to leisurely wrap around his cock causing him to grunt against her lips, she smiles. " You already are "

She used whatever force she had to push him onto the bed which allowed her to climb up on top of him, " One of these days, we’re going to be hurt by this " she trails a singular digit across his chest, her touch sent goosebumps all over his body.

His warm hands squeeze her waist for a brief moment before one of his hands slides up to her throat which incited a moan from her. " It wouldn’t hurt you to let me in " he says with a soft tone. " You know that I can make you happy "

Her palms lay flat against his chest, as they spend the next few minutes in complete silence, neither one wanting to answer or even address the elephant in the room – it started a year ago when she was first hired as the photographer, she was twenty one and he was thirty one; that in of itself was a risky line to cross yet they had crossed it and never looked back since then.

" You’re so sure of yourself " She says, chuckling at his confidence before dipping her head down to press a tantalizingly lesiure kiss to his pulse point which caused him to flutter his eyes shut, and a strangled moan to escape his lips. " Don’t get greedy, we both agreed that this is just an arrangement between us "

Her words were akin to a knife that penetrated his heart, spurring him to place one hand over his back while the other laid on the back of her neck to pull her down for kiss, " You and I both know that it’s not an arrangement, and I will prove it to you " he whispers against her lips before he pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her, " Spread your legs " His words come out as a command.

" Jordan? " She whispers before a yelp escapes her mouth, he pinched then twisted both of her nipples.

He helps her remove the dress before dipping his head down to kiss her again, " Spread your legs " he said, his voice dropping an octave lower.

She complies, spreading her legs open while he had hastily removed his own clothes, his gaze darts below and a guttural groan escapes his lips, " You’re so perfect " he says with a soft tone.

Before she could formulate a response, he strokes his cock a few times before he finally thrusts himself into her slick walls, a unanimous gasp escapes from the two of them. " Oh Fuck " He sighs, " You were made for me "

Her hands grip the bedsheets so tight, her knuckles turn white - " Jordan " she whines, her chest rises and falls lesiurely.

His thrusts were leisure at first to allow them both to fully adjust to the sensation before his hand wraps around her neck applying gentle pressure on her throat, her face contorts to display the pleasure she was feeling, " Even if you think that this is an arrangement " he grunts, the skin to skin contact had enveloped them in a haze. " We both know that I’m the only one that can make you feel like this "

She whines, " Fuck, right there " her back arches off the bed, " Don’t stop "

" Maybe I should " He tuts, grinning when a desperate whine escapes her lips. " Since you wore that dress to tease me "

" No I didn’t " She half retorts, half moans at the overwhelmingly incredible sensation that enveloped her.

A dark chuckle escapes his lips in response to her words, " Yes, you did and you know what, for that I think " He stops halfway, a strangled goan erupts form him at the way her walls squeeze his cock. " I need to punish you, you think you deserve to cum? "

She whines, " Jordan, please "

" I don’t think you deserve to cum, not after what you just said " He murmurs, latching his lips around one of her nipples, while his other hand toyed with the other one.

" Fuck " She cries, her cheeks stained by a few droplets of tears running down. " Please, please " she pleads with a soft tone.

" Say it right now, who’s making you feel this good? " He says through labored breaths.

" You " She whimpers, " Fuck, Just like that "

" Louder! " He growls, " I want you to scream so that everyone can hear who’s making you feel this good "

" It’s you Jordan, Only you! " She moans.

" Good girl " He cooed, " Cum beautiful, cum all over my cock, make a mess like you always do "

His words coupled with the tightening in her lower abdomen were enough for her to cry in pure euphoria, she was silenced when he dipped in to kiss her lips. " You are mine " he whispers against her lips.

" I told you " She whispers, " Don’t get too greedy "

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football-and-fanfics · 2 years

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Mumbles - Jordan Henderson

Who: Jordan Henderson Prompt: Talking in their sleep Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of being worried

You knew Liverpool's shaky start to this Premier League season bothered Jordan. He was on edge, a bit downcast, and you'd never had him sleep so restless beside you as the past nights. Tonight Jordan went to bed an hour earlier than you. He didn't do this often, and it proved to you once more that he wasn't quite feeling at his best. You let him, though. If he felt he needed the extra rest, you weren't going to stop him

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It was around 10.30 p.m. when you went up to your bedroom as well. You switched on only the tiniest of lights and were being very quiet to hopefully not wake Jordan up.

"No, I can't... I can't..."

You startled from Jordan's sudden groaned words. For a moment you feared you had woken him up after all, but soon realized he was in another one of his restless slumbers. "Sweetie," you said softly. Jordan groaned a few incoherent words, stirring under the covers, but didn't wake up. "We'll do better," he mumbled, sounding tormented, "I promise we'll do better."

You didn't like seeing Jordan like this. It made you sad to see him so upset over Liverpool's form, although it showed how much he cared for the club.

"Babe..." You gently lay down next to him. Jordan lay on his back, fitfully rolling his head and muttering under his breath. "It's okay, calm down." You ran your hand over his bare chest. Jordan stirred once more, before slowly opening his eyes. "You were talking in your sleep," you whispered. Jordan sighed miserably, covering his face with his hands. "I'm not even surprised about that." The worry over the team's current form was almost tangible in him now.

"Come here." You opened your arms, inviting him to snuggle into them. Jordan didn't need asking twice, and immediately moved into your embrace.

He lay with his head against your chest, allowing you to lovingly stroke his hair. "If I start talking in my sleep again, will you wake me up?" The words almost sounded like a quiet plea for help from him. You pressed a soft kiss into his hair an tightened your embrace around him, hating the fact that he felt this bad. "Of course I will."

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footballerimaginess · 2 years

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Helloo 👋🏼! Saw your post asking for more blurbs, and thought to try my luck; you're literally like one of three people who'll write for Hendo 🤩.

So, how about one where she's a physician and so helps him stay fit and all that throughout the WC, putting him in top form so he'll get more playing time? (I am understandably mad about him being a bench warmer)

Anyway, thanks for this lovely event, have a lovely day 💐

Am I? I thought a few others wrote for him. x "Come on Jord, you got this" you shouted out as you watched him running up and down. "Well done Jord" you shouted once again as you saw him. "God you are making me work so hard" he panted. "Well that kind of is my job, I can't not be tough on you can I" you laughed. "Hmm thought you'd be a bit softer on me than anyone else" he smirked. "No, this is my job. I have to take it seriously" you teased as you carried on watching running up and down.

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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Come On Baby, Light My Fire.

player: Jordan Henderson words: 607 request: Jordan - 250 - 500 - She - Sitting by a bonfire / here take my sweater - Jordan and her spending the last day of summer (you know those late summer/early autumn days where during the day it's still mid-20s and then the temperature drops drastically at night? Ugh, love those days) with friends (Liverpool teammates, defo Virgil and Robbo I'd say) and them having a bonfire in the evening. She hadn't counted on spending the whole day at their friend's house and didn't bring a jumper or coat so Jordan offers her his jumper/sweater <3

She sat and watched as Andy gathered wood, comparing himself to a modern day lumberjack while Virgil arranged it, thoroughly disagreeing with the Scotsman about his second choice in career. Jordan supervised the two as he placed rocks around the wood pile, and made sure that the two grown ass men he was made to work with wouldn’t start a bicker-turned-fight.

No-one else around her wishes to step in between their fun spat and she can’t blame them. Their ribbing one another is playful but some of the teasing certainly has an underlying layer of I’m just kidding…but also not really. She fell into easy and light conversation with some of the other girlfriends and their mutual friends as the men continued their verbal pissing contest. Occasionally, Jordan will come and stand behind her, fingers pressing into the muscles of her shoulders in a way that makes her close her eyes and sigh happily. He’ll press a kiss to her head before having to move on and help finish getting things ready for dinner. It may not be much but she appreciates the small contact from him.

With their bellies full, a happy buzz in their system from the beer and wine that they’ve sipped throughout dinner, the group makes their way outside. The evening air is just starting to turn from the warm afternoon of mid twenties to a cooler closer to 10 than 20 degrees. The skyline is awash with pastel shades as dusk begins and with it, a coolness creeps in as the temperatures drop. Jordan is the only one of the group who they trust with the firelighters, the balled up pieces of paper and starting the fire itself.

He’s kneeling before it, using one of the long electric lighters to try and catch the paper alight which will hopefully begin to burn away at the lighters beneath the pile. Slowly, he progresses around a quarter of the makeshift fire pit, carefully lighting each easy to light piece until it begins to take hold. Hot flames begin to lick up the dry pieces of wood and fallen branches, leaving behind a darkened and charred surface. Try as she might, she cannot keep the grin from spreading over her face as Andy serenades Light My Fire to the group, refusing to stop until everyone has joined in or the song finishes - whichever comes first.

It’s not until Jordan sits back down beside her that he notices the way she shudders as his arm touches hers. “Are you ok?” he asks as her hands rub up and down her arms and it’s only now that Jordan realises how chilly she looks as goosebumps erupt over her skin.

“Yeah, I think that cold air has just gone through me a little.” She gives a small laugh. “It took feeling how warm you are from being next to the fire to notice the difference.”

“Here, take my sweater.” He moves instinctively, tugging it up and over his head before she can complain. He turns to look at her and offers it.

“I didn’t realise we’d still be here or I’d have brought something for this evening.” she explains, her fingers closing around the fabric. “Thank you. I don’t want you being cold now though.”

“I’m fine. It’s you that I worry about. Can’t have you catching a cold now, can I?” he grins at her, pulling her closer by wrapping his arm around the back of her and resting it on her waist. She needs no further encouragement to lean her head against his shoulder as the two of them sit and savour the company they’re in.

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princessdemo · 1 year

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tomorrow - trent alexander arnold

massive thanks to @cosmic-parker for coming up with the idea and helping me out! i luv you <333 first fic of 2023? wtf- most likely the only fic with how slow i am- hope you enjoy, lots of love, demoooo 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Where are you, baby? Trent types as he soundlessly, but with a slight scamper, strides down the corridor.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing it. And if his best man-the title which caused an abundance of disagreements amidst Andy Robertson, Tyler and Marcel Alexander-Arnold found out he was doing this- it would conclude with an mixture of profanity words. But he’s decided to listen to his heart this time, rather than his head. Taught by his mother- whom was the significant woman in his life, other than you, who is the one tightening his tie tomorrow, fixing his collars as he cries his nervousness for the special day.

Tomorrow was the wedding day of you both. The day you finally would express your love towards each other, not that you don’t every day, though this time in the form of a selection of Vows, drafted by you both. Tomorrow isn’t a day like any other. It’s the moment where your world stops, and for a second, you don’t forget how lucky you are. Trent’s mind had been like a rollercoaster, his emotions mixed all over the place. Even months before the wedding, the boy had been pacing around your house, making sure everything was organised. The final weeks before the day, he’d find himself making silly mistakes during training, or questioning his teammates about how their day to remember proceeded. The man was so in love with you, and that’s why he wants to make sure you know- for the last time as his fiancé.

Your phone buzzes on top of the bathroom counter next to the sink. Just as you’d finished brushing your teeth and wiping your mouth clean with a towel, the screen brightens and a notification pops up.

A giggle leaves your lips as you read the message, heart pounding at the words displayed. A text from Trent voicing ‘where are you?’ makes you shake your head. A deep breath leaving exhaling your nose.

‘In my room, just finished cleaning my teeth. You, okay?’ You type, before placing your phone into your hoodie pocket- selected from a certain scouser’s wardrobe. Claiming if you wasn’t going to be in each other’s presence for at least 24 hours- you’d need something of each other’s.

Not a minute later, your phone is vibrating, causing you to hastily have the gadget back in your hand, eyes glazing over the text.

‘I’m good- just couldn’t sleep. What are you doing now?’

You skim over the dialogue, eyes fixated onto the screen as your hand reaches to turn of the bathroom light. Stepping out of the room, you head towards your bed for the night, placing yourself on top of the sheets to type your response.

‘About to sleep T. My eyes are half dozing as I send this message.’ You note, before switching of your device and placing it aloft the bedside table, slipping into the warmth of the bed sheet. In the twinkling of an eye, the screen pops back on with a flash- lighting up the room. Beside you, laid Rachel Robertson, scrolling through her social media or likely questioning her parents how her children had been. Undoubtedly, herself and Andy were delighted to both be such meaningful positions on yours and Trent’s special day. The four of you spending many days off, switching between either houses, though they were down the road, catching up. The females chuckling at their foolish partners mannerisms. Partly, they were both ecstatic about the idea of having a small break from their children, the young Robertson’s could be a handful at times.

‘Come meet me? In the lobby?’ The message Trent sends presents, inducing a sigh to pass your lips. You tilt your head in the direction of Rachel, weighing up your options. Your head is demanding you to acquiesce with the wedding tradition of not seeing your partner 24 hours before the momentous day. However, something inside you is tempting you to see him.

Eyes peering back to the beaming screen, your fingers type, ‘Trent.’ Lip gnawing in anticipation.

Three dots appear within a flash, replying back to your response.

‘Please baby, I need my goodnight kiss.’ Trent declares, coaxing a smile to form upon your face, cheeks rising with heat.

And this is what persuades you to slide out the bed and slip your trainers on, briskly texting the scouser you’d meet him in 5 minutes. Tying your laces, Rachel grabs your attention-

“Where are you going?” She questions, pupils scanning over yourself- fitted with a pair of joggers, a hoodie of Trent and some trainers.

Beckoning your head within her direction- a puzzled emotion displayed from the Scot. Clearing your throat, you respond. “Just going to head down to the lobby for a minute, grab some water- my head wont shut off.”

She doesn’t interrogate your choices, though you grasped that she knew your response was untruthful, due to your fast pace tone of voice and an even more perplexed expression. She wasn’t going to argue with you over your special day, so attempting to modify your decision was out of her books.

“Okay, don’t be too late.” She smiles, before looking back at phone. That’s your signal to vacate the bedroom and find the scouser waltzing the corridors for you so desperately. “I wont be,” you shake your head, heading towards the door of your hotel room.

Fixed in the hallway of the residence for the night, your eyes scan the walls for a sign leading towards the lobby. To your right, you see an arrow facing the stairs leading to the ground floor, where you supposed your lover would be waiting for you.

Trudging down as you follow the commands stated in front of you, taking a left around the corner where the stairs were located, your body collides with another- a bulked, muscular physique as your head thuds into their chest, a groan leaving your side from the impact.

Your vision leaves the individuals warmth and your eyes glisten up to face the other in front of you.

“Sorry- Oh, T, Hi.” You smile, a slight shock to of seen him so soon.

Trent chuckles at your wonder and bewilderment, bringing his hand up to tickle the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Hi sweet.”

Sight observing a state of anxiousness, you bring your hand to stroke the apple of his cheek, the soft skin warming to your touch. “You alright?” You nod.

Trent sighs, eyes fixating towards the ground. “I’m nervous,” puckering his lips.

Your eyes scrunch in confusion, a tinge of sadness for the scouser makes you want to cuddle him until he cannot breathe. “For what? Talk to me?” you guide.

His eyes still beckon over the sight of your shoes, glued to surface of the carpet. A deep inhale is followed by an breathily exhale. “Everything. Tomorrow, becoming your husband- what if I'm not good enough, the-“ He notes as you cut him off.

“Trent,” You take his larger hand in yours, thumb fondling over the palm. “Come on, what’s making you think like this?” you question.

“I don’t know really. You are so special, and the only girl that’s made me the happiest man ever, I just don’t want to mess things up.” He replies softly. Making your heart thud immensely.

You lean in to peck his lips, a slight tinge of alcohol still present that you knew would be encouraged by his teammates, much to Hendo’s disagreement. As you pull away, your eyes meet his, “Let’s go for a walk outside hm, a bit of fresh air is probably needed.”

The pair of you make it outside, the cold temperature demanding you to snuggle close to each other, the attraction of warmth too pleasurable. You notice a bench in the distance, dragging the 5ft 9 male in the direction of the seating. You both take seat, the view presenting a small lake, lighten by a street lamp.

Your hands never lost contact, the touch becoming comforting to you both. Something one may have required more than the other.

“Talk to me.” You start, your body turning to face the man next to you, in less than 24 hours, you could finally call him your husband, something you had always dreamt of as a little girl.

Trent shrugs, “Just nervous, yknow? Like I don’t want to mess tomorrow up. Its our day, and I know you have been waiting for something so magical since forever.”

Your eyes widen at his words, lip jittering out in despair, “Hey, you aren’t going to ruin tomorrow okay. Its going to be the best day of our lives. Well, I hope it will live up to the champions league final. But I do know that it is going to be immense. You have nothing to worry about.” You nod.

This time Trent’s bringing your face as approach to his, lips meeting yours with an instance. “I love you.” To which you reply back, “I love you too.”

“If anything, I should be the one stressing. What if I fall over in my dress? My shoes, no idea how I'm going to walk in those?” You both share a laugh, Trent hand clutching yours tighter.

“Remember when you had too much to drink at Ox’s birthday party?” you shake your head at his words, eyes closing in embarrassment at your actions. “I even had to hold your shoes when we were leaving cause’ your feet were so sore.”

“That’s going to be me tomorrow.” Tucking your head into Trent’s lap, raising it after his next response.

Trent smiles, “We’ve had some eventful times together.”

Your eyes light up at his words, floods of memories coming back to you. “Remember our first date?”

Now it’s Trent’s turn to shake his head, “When we got mobbed by fans? Can’t say that’s what I had in mind.” He tucks you closer into his chest.

“Still ended the night well though, first kiss in Maccies carpark is unforgettable.” You chuckle.

“The boys still take the piss out of me every time I walk into the changing rooms, should’ve lied and said the night went so smooth- rather than letting them know we ended up stuffing our faces with burgers and fries.”

You gasp, “Can’t believe you went against your dietary requirements. Shocking that!”

Trent chuckles under his breath, “Listen!” His voice raises with the intention of proving his point. “It was me day off, give it a rest babe.”

You giggle at his words, hand leaving his to cover your mouth. “Alright, alright.”

“Now its me turn to tell one of my favourite memories about us.” Trent starts, “Remember when I took ya to see me mural? And ya said you preferred Hendo’s more?”

Covering your eyes in mock shame, “I cant lie, Hendo’s looking pretty good in that painting.”

Trent gasps at the verbalisation he’s heard, “You being serious? He’s a dad!”

The trees in the setting swayed in line with the wind. The breeziness making goose bumps raise upon your skin attributable to the sharp, nail biting cold. Both were snuggled against one another, Trent’s arm perched upon the lower part of your back.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, the pair of you scanning through your camera roll, snickering and yapping about old pictures.

“Aww, you recall this?” Nudging the phone into his hands, the bottom of your back adjusting to the loss of tepidity from the man beside you.

“Of course, I do. One of me favourite moments in my career.” He smirks. “I remember twitter went mad after it. Wanted to show me love and appreciation towards ya in the form of my cherished platform.” Trent responds.

One of the first games you made an appearance to support your partner in, ended with a mass of messages and a collection of butterflies whooshing within your stomach. Trent had decided his next goal occurred would see him performing with a love heart into the crowd. The direction was to yourself and ended with a smile never parting from your features.

“On another note. You are wearing a tie which matches the flowers tomorrow right? No red for Liverpool-“

Trent shakes his head at your mannerisms, rolling his eyes. “Robbo suggested it. Hendo’s sorted it out though. They are both buzzing for me to get married. Jordan keeps saying his son’s growing up.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that followed. When it came to Hendo and Trent. Their friendship was inseparable, similar to him and Andy, though, The age on Henderson made himself perform a father-like figure towards Trent throughout his career. It settled your nerves knowing he had someone to offer love and ease when you weren’t around. Especially times when he was outside of Liverpool, away from you for handful of days, he could struggle. It calmed your nerves knowing he had that someone, and Jordan was more than happy to play that role.

You take a deep breath, “I can’t believe tomorrow is actually the day, finally calling myself an Alexander-Arnold.” A soft grin arising. “Wonder what your vows are going to be like..” You question, lips puckering in the sense of curiosity.

“Me vows? Going to be absolutely breath taking. Worked me arse off writing this essay.” He teases, pressing a peck to your lips.

Shoulders shaking at his response, nodding intensively. Sometimes he did come out with some berserk statements. But it made you love him more and more each day.

Trent grabs your hands into his own, shuffling so you are facing each other, now separated from your snuggled position. He stands up from the bench, fleetly rubbing his hands on his jeans to remove any creases, before placing them back into yours. He nods, “Listen, let me act out how tomorrow is going to go.” He starts, as you giggle. “So, we say our vows- blah blah blah, mine will be the most emotional, heartfelt-“

“Woah.” You stop him, disagreeing with his opinion of his own. “What?” you exclaim.

“Shh, baby. You are interrupting my performance.” Trent snarls, raising a finger to his lips as a visual instruction for you to listen. He starts again, “So we do the vows, astounding the crowd as I do.” You roll your eyes, as he contuines. “I’ll grab the ring, then place it on your finger like this-“ He takes your hand, holding your ring finger in his own, and pretends to slip a ring on. Your heart flutters at his gestures, hand raising to your heart in a state of awe.

“Then once you have done the same for me, and its time to kiss.” He pulls you up from the bench, a thrilling rush flowing through your system, heart pulsating out your chest. “I’ll lean in like this, hopefully me mum’s crying so much she doesn’t see much or ya dad isn't watching for my sake.” He guides your head to face his own, a finger tickling your lower chin. A smirk emerges, as you snake your arms round his neck. He reaches to move the unwanted baby hairs, flourished around your face, tucking them behind your ears.

Trent leans into your features, lips softly attaching your own, moving at a sweet pace, nothing too heavy. He pulled away gently, catching his breath, “Need too,” a second kiss, “Get in,” lips hoover over yours, “as many kisses as possible,” allowing a small amount of tongue to slide in, skimming the tip. “As after tonight,” He presses a kiss to your cheek, “The next will be as husband and wife.” Planting a final smooch to your forehead.

“Trent?” You breathe.

“Mhm.”

“Lets get married baby.”

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libraryofloveletters · 5 months

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Chocolate Doors

Jordan Henderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the kids don't really get the concept of the advent calendar - to be fair, neither does jordan, random noises in the middle of the night, a bit of scolding, some giggles.

Word Count: 491

Author's Note: jordan ain't shit sometimes but he's still my baby so here we are lmao

Jordan buys your children a Christmas advent calendar, but they don't exactly understand the concept.

It seems that the concept of an advent calendar was a bit much for a 3 and 4 year old to grasp. They understood that they get a piece of chocolate everyday but couldn't seem to understand why it was only one piece of chocolate every day instead of the 25 pieces in 5 days.

You and Jordan tried your best to explain it, putting the calendars into the top cupboards for the first few days, knowing the boys would just open all of them if you left them out.

It was the 15th, there were still 10 days left on each of the calendars and it seems the boys had grasped the concept; one piece a day. They had already had their pieces today, after their dinner and then you and Jordan had watched a movie with them. Your husband put the boys to bed and you were in the bedroom wrapping gifts.

"All tucked in," Jordan says, shutting the door quietly behind him as he comes in.

He joins you on the floor as you wrapped the gifts. He wasn't very good at wrapping gifts so he was passing you the tape as you folded the paper.

There's a noise coming from downstairs but you're certain you've turned off the tv when you came up. "Ddi you hear that?" you asked your husband, the man looked at you confused.

"Hear what-" he was cut off by the loud thud.

Jordan gets up, telling you to stay there as he makes his way downstairs to check what the noise was. Less than 30 seconds later, you hear your boys talking to their father.

You get up, going down to check why they weren't in bed.

"What's- oh," your lips pressed together to stop yourself from laughing. The boys had climbed onto the counter, getting the advent calendar down and started opening the remainder of the squares.

"What happened to one a day?" Jordan asked them, taking the now empty calendars from them.

You ignore the man, who was obviously trying to scold them but was doing a miserable job at it. even the boys thought so, ignoring their dad.

"Sorry mama," the older one says, giggling. you roll your eyes playfully, getting a wet towel to wipe the chocolate off of their faces.

"Go brush your teeth and go back to bed, I don't want any more trouble." you tell them, both of them nodding as they make their way back up the stairs.

"We're not doing these next year," he says, tossing the empty calendars into the trash.

You snicker, "as if you weren't the same way."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"As if you don't remember," you tell him, "when we first started dating, I bought you one and you claimed that you didn't see all the numbers then ate all of the chocolates in one go."

Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes. "I can't believe you remember that."

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #jordan henderson #jordan henderson x reader #jordan henderson x you #jordan henderson x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb

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egyptiankingg · 1 year

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no i will not have hope i had hope for MONTHS now i’m heartbroken excuse me while i cry some more

DONT CRY ANON, I MADE THIS FOR YOU 🫡

THE REAL DEAL

Where jude comes to lfc

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO PLS REPOST YALL

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It was a sunny day at Liverpool's training ground, and Trent Alexander-Arnold and Jordan Henderson were sitting together, scrolling through their phones and laughing. "What's so funny?" asked Jurgen Klopp, walking over to them.

"The fans on Twitter are going crazy about Jude Bellingham not coming to Liverpool," replied Trent, still chuckling. "They're all saying we missed out on him."

Klopp grinned. "Don't worry, boys. I've got this." He pulled out his phone and dialed Bellingham's number.

"Hey, Jude! It's Jurgen Klopp. I hear you're not coming to Liverpool. What's going on?" Klopp joked.

Jude laughed. "Sorry, boss. I guess I was just having second thoughts."

"Well, snap out of it, silly boy," Klopp teased. "Get your ass over to Liverpool, and we'll sign you up!"

"Okay, papa!" Jude shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

A few hours later, Jude arrived at Liverpool's training ground, and Klopp welcomed him with open arms. They sat down together, and Jude signed the contract to officially become a Liverpool player.

Just as the news broke, Pep Guardiola was sitting in his office, scrolling through his phone. When he saw the announcement, he flew into a rage. He ripped all of the pictures of him and Klopp off his walls and threw them in the bin.

"Those Liverpool scoundrels!" he muttered to himself. "They always get what they want!"

Meanwhile, Klopp, Henderson, and Trent were all high-fiving and laughing. "We did it, boys!" Klopp exclaimed. "Jude is now a Red, and there's nothing Pep can do about it!"

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macybeckham7 · 1 year

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A hendo younger sister x TAA

Being a the lap of honour and being emotional about Bobby and Milner leaving, with the reader essentially growing up around them and cameras catch you crying so Milner consoles you and Bobby then hugging you.

If you were being honest you were emotional as soon as you woke up on the Saturday for the last game of the season at Anfield. You spoke to Trent and Jordan about wearing Bobby’s name and Milner’s number, you cried when they did the guard of honour for them. You cheering for them along with the fans who you knew held them dearly in their hearts. You grew up with them at the club and you grew very close to them, you called James your uncle, and would go round for a coffee and catch up, you would always play football with Bobby and was really close to the Firmino’s. It wasn’t that you were just losing your favourite players from your club, you were losing family. You weren’t going to lose contact but it was going to be different now, you weren’t going to have them run over to you when you went to training field. The cameras capture you crying hugging your big bro, who was laughing but rubbing your back. James spots it and looks around the stadium and jogs over to the Henderson duo. ‘Come on, none of that’ he says as he pulls you into his arms. He kisses your forehead. ‘I love you kiddo’ he whispers as you hug him tighter. You knew about him leaving way before anyone else, but it hadn’t really hit you until now. Fans cheering his and Bobby’s name and how emotional they both looked. Bobby comes over, it wasn’t until he joins in the group huddle he lets his tears fall. Trent joins the hug as well as Jordan, slowly most of the team were in the hug, as they all share their well wishes and trying to calm you down. ‘Does this mean I am your new favourite?’ you hear Virgil say making everyone laugh, as you grip onto the two people who have grown to adore.

#trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold blurbs #trent alexander arnold #jordan henderson #i never know what to tag these as

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the-offside-rule · 2 years

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Jordan Henderson (Liverpool) - Emergency?

Requested: by anon

Prompt: 23 - "I just want you to ask politely."

Warnings: smut, oral (male and female receiving) fingering, riding, cursing

Jordan had been sat on his phone during his lunch time. He had been scrolling through twitter, Instagram, everything! He was still vividly bored. "Alright, everyone to the pitch in the next ten minutes!" One of the coaches announced. Jordan groaned. He was too bored to even train. Just as he was going to turn his phone off, he got a text from his fiancée, Y/n. He quickly opened it and his eyes went wide at what he saw. A photo of her, in red lingerie. It hugged her figure perfectly and Jordan quite frankly couldn't bare to imagine her all by herself at home looking that good. He read the text under the photo.

Kaylee is at her grandparents, care to join me ;)

He needed to get back home, he just had to. It had been ages since they had done something and it wasn't everyday their daughter Kaylee wasn't home. He looked around for the big man himself, finally seeing him walking out the door to the training pitch. He shoved his phone into his pocket and ran after Jurgen, calling him as he did. "Hey, Boss!" He shouted one final time, grabbing the German's attention. "Jordan? Are you alright?" Klopp asked, confused as Jordan's lips had parted and he had looked shocked. "Yeah, yeah, Kayla is just sick. Have to go pick her up since the missus is out of town." Jordan said, quickly putting his phone away. "Is there no one else that can pick her up? Maybe her grandparents-"

"She's being brought to the hospital." He said quickly. Klopp nodded, confused about the whole story but not questioning it. "Well, I suppose you have to. I'll let the coaches know you won't be making it." Jordan nodded and chewed at the inside of his lip. "Can I go now? It's kind of urgent-"

"Yes, yes of course! Go!" Jordan ran off the training pitch and out towards his car. Others on the team swore he had never ran as fast. Oh but only if they knew why he was running. He'd probably never driven as fast either. He pulled into the pebbled driveway, a loud crunch coming as the car came to a halt. Y/n sat up in the master bedroom, peering out the window with a smirk on her lips. She lay herself on the bed, beginning to scroll through her phone. She listened as the front door swung open, followed by it closing and loud footsteps up the stairs. "Y/n! Where are you?" She turned onto her side and smiled as he practically busted through the door. "I was starting to wonder if you would even show up." She grinned. Jordan bit his lower lip as he looked the goddess of a woman up and down. "See something you like?" She asked, tracing imaginary circles around her exposed hip with her finger. Jordan couldn't speak, all he could do was nod. "I can't hear you." She sat up and leant back. Jordan sucked in a sharp breath. It wasnt often he was lost for words, so this was a good sign. "Is this for me?" He asked. She smiled and finally lay on her back. "Only if you ask." He scoffed. "I don't ask-"

"Well, I just want you to ask politely. I'm sure I can do everything you do all by myself while you go back to training." He wasn't that desperate, was he? Maybe he was. Fuck. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "Please." She grinned and nodded. This was all Jordan needed to climb onto his fiancée. He traced his large hands over her torso. "I've seen this somewhere before." He whispered. "Mmh, nice to know you remembered our anniversary." He chuckled and began peppering kisses onto her hips, a sigh leaving her lips. "You're delicious." He whispered in between kisses. "I qould fucking devour you." She sat up and looked down at him. "Then do it."

In one swift movement, Jordan bit her red panties and pulled them, before letting them go, the sound echoing through the room. His fingers hooked either side of the pants and pulled down and threw the now useless piece of clothing to the side. His kisses continued up until he reached her breasts where he left lilac bruises on each. Jordan pulled her down towards the edge of the bed, their hips meeting. A wild grin appeared on his face as he saw his fiancée laying before him, all for the taking. "What do you want me to do, Love?" He growled, untying his trousers. "Whatever you want." She said, near a whisper. He lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso. Y/n's mouth watered at the sight. "Like something you see?" He asked. She could only bite her lip. "When's Kaylee getting home?" He asked. "Coming back in an hour." He groaned. "Not enough time but I'll work with it."

Jordan slid the lingerie to one side, his fingers lingering over her entrance. "Can you not tease, this one time?" He chuckled. "I'll try this one time." His lips latched onto hers as his fingers explored inside of her, scissoring and massaging as they did. Moans escaped Y/n's mouth, her head falls back and her fingers grip the covers. "Is it alright?" Jordan asked through a coarse voice. She couldn't speak, her mouth agape. "I'll take it as a yes." Y/n felt an all too familiar feeling buikd up in her belly. Her hips grinned against Jordan's fingers, her hand gripping his wrist. He simply sat back, watching her come undone and whispering sweet nothings to her. "That's it, love." He whispered into her hair. Her nails dug into him wrist leaving white traces in his skin. Jordan peppered kisses onto her cheek as she steadied her breathing, a smile resting upon her face. "You alright now?" He asked, pressing on final kiss onto her temple. She nodded blissfully; the best was yet to come.

Jordan untied his Liverpool joggers to reveal his erection, restrained by his underwear. Y/n sucked on her lower lip as she gazed at it. Her hand reached to touch it, but Jordan reached for her wrist to stop her. “Now, now, darling. Ask and you shall receive.” She scoffed. “You’re too needy to wait for me to ask, baby.” He grinned and reasoned with himself in his head before he lowered himself down to kiss her lips once again. She was so held up in the pure filth happening that she didn’t notice him pulling his boxers off. Jordan’s fingers tangled in Y/n’s hair before he pushed into her, her breath hitching. A hiss left him as Y/n gripped onto his shoulders leaving visible nail marks. Without much more warning, he began his long and deep thrusts. Y/n’s head flew back in pleasure, sinful noises escaping her lips as she did. All the while, Jordan continued nipping at her neck, the love bites now looking darker.

Y/n’s head was clouded. This was pure ecstacy. Curses tumbled from her lips with each thrust. “Fuck, faster baby.” she managed to say. Jordan sat up straight, holding her hips for stability. Y/n lifted a leg, resting it on Jordan’s shoulder. It was heavenly but the sounds coming from the room suggested otherwise. She felt her second climax coming. “Jordan-” she mewled. “I’m close.” In just a few thrusts, Y/n climaxed a second time, loud and harmonious moans cascading from her lips as she did. He helped her ride out her orgasm, and slowly but surely, she had rode it out.

As Jordan pulled out, Y/n reached up and kissed him. In one swift movement, she stood up and pushed him onto the bed. He looked up, shocked but impressed by the woman’s strength. “Let me help you finish.” Her eyes were darker, more cat-like than anything. It wasn’t his precious Y/n anymore, it was something far more dangerous. Jordan watched her grab a hold of his cock, then licking the head. He bit his lip to hide his excitement but it was far from secret. She took his cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down, her eyes still locked onto his. Jordan felt his head fall back against the headboard as his fingers found their way through Y/n’s hair again.

Soon enough, he was close himself. With each stroke, his groans grew louder and turned into moans. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. Y/n detatched her lips from his and climbed up to hold onto the headboard before lowering herself onto him again. His hands kneaded the flesh on her hips, his hips coming to meet her as she bounced back down. "Fuck me." He whimpered, the grip tightening, leaving very visible finger marks. His thrusts became sloppy, s did Y/n's; a third orgasm was on the horizon. She quickened her pace and soon enough, Jordan found himself hitting his own climax, loud breaths for air the only thing that could be heard, Y/n not too far behind. Y/n climbed off her boyfriend and lay down in his arms, his fingers delicately drawing invisible shapes on her skin, all the while pressing soft kisses on the top of her head.

"I should probably get cleaned up before we're caught." Y/n said, sitting up to head to the bathroom. She turned and kissed Jordan before she did so. "I love you, you know." Jordan said, completely mesmerised by the woman he was lucky to one day call his wife. "I love you too." She replied as she closed the bathroom door behind her. Jordan heard his phone buzz on the floor. He reached down, trying to grab it and after a few failed attempts he had it. He looked confused as he turned on his phone and seeing dozens of messages from the Liverpool group chat. Something big must have happened. His confusion grew when he saw every player in hysterics and emojis all over the place. Y/n looked over to him, a groan then leaving his lips. "What is it?" She asked. Jordan handed her his phone as he covered his face. Y/n's face grew pink as she read the text.

The Gaffer: School doesn't start until next week

#liverpool #football imagines #jordan henderson #jordan henderson imagine #football blurbs #football oneshots #declan rice imagine #jack grealish imagine

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live-laugh-loverpool · 1 year

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Oof my head has been quite a mess and it hurts like hell. Could you do a comfort fic between Jordan and Trent (dad-son relationship) where Trent has a massive headache and Jordan acts full dad mode and takes care of him? I would like it to have lots of comfort, actually 🥲😅

@moomin279 @liverpool-enjoyer @rubybecker-rb2 @alissonbecksfan234 @millythegoat @calm-smol

#trent alexander arnold #jordan henderson #liverpool fc #liverpool #lfc #soccer fanfiction by lynn #football blurb #football fanfic #football imagine #lfc players

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percervall · 2 years

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Autumn oneshots

Getting caught in the rain - Antoine Griezman

Going for walks in the woods - Kostas Tsimikas

Bonfires - Marcos Llorente

Deciding on Halloween costumes

Watching scary films - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Cuddling - Mats Hummels

Going trick or treating - Jordan Henderson

Cosy nights in - Virgil van Dijk

Pumpkin spice lattes - Jan Oblak

Muddy puddles

Bookstores & coffees - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Decorating the house - Kostas Tsimikas

Blackberry picking - Mats Hummels

Baking

Weekend getaway - Fernando Torres

Full masterlist

#autumn oneshots #autumn blurbs #football fanfic #football oneshot #football blurb #antoine griezmann oneshot #trent alexander-arnold oneshot #virgil van dijk oneshot #jordan henderson oneshot #mats hummels oneshot #fernando torres oneshot #kostas tsimikas oneshot

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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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Jordan Henderson masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for Jordan Henderson (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 16 February 2023

Imagines posted in 2020: (💦= smut imagine)

Knocked out during a match

"Guys, just let him sleep."

Him comforting you

Morning wood 💦

Midnight talks

"I can tell by that look on your face that something is wrong."

Running your fingers through his hair

Photo prompt

"That's a nasty bruise. Want some ice for it?"

Imagines posted in 2021: (💦= smut imagine)

Little sister has a panic attack

GIF prompt

Kissing on New Year's Eve

Him comforting you

"I love hearing you moan like that." 💦

Falling asleep with his head in your lap

"I've seen the way you look at me."

"Are you alright? You're so quiet."

Altercation on the pitch (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

"Wake up, sleepyhead (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

"Sit down, you're not allowed to walk that much."

Missing an important penalty

Rain-soaked

Refusing to be subbed off after picking up an injury

"I'm not feeling well."

"W-what happened?"

"Lay back down, you need to rest."

Reprimand from the coach

Dehydrated

Breaking up a fight between teammates

Coming home from the Euros 💦

Out (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

Distracted during a team meeting

"Look at you! You're in no state to continue this match."

Imagines posted in 2022:

Photo prompt (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

Messy hair

"Back off." (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

Restraining a teammate (with Virgil van Dijk)

"I didn't know where else to go."

Talking in their sleep

Nightmare (with Andy Robertson)

Imagines posted in 2023: None yet

#jordan henderson #jordan henderson masterlist #jordan henderson imagine #jordan henderson blurb #jordan henderson fanfic #jordan henderson fanfiction #football imagine #football blurb #football fanfic #football fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer blurb #footballer fanfic #footballer fanfiction

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footballerimaginess · 2 years

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Hello there 🙋🏻‍♀️! I've been trying to rediscover your blog for ages now (been reading your work since before actually getting Tumblr) and now I have finally found you!

Congratulations on reaching 3.7k, you deserve everything coming your way 💝!

Now, for the blurb Sunday; if you write for Jordan Henderson, I'd take ANYTHING you'd like to do with him!

Thanks, have a lovely day 💐

Oh wow really, that is crazy! I am glad you found me. Thank you so much. Being out in Qatar for the world cup was something so special, for you and the girls to watch Jordan out there. You were lucky enough to get a few hours with him and your girls. “It is so hot isn’t it, I can’t believe it” you fanned yourself as you watched the girls while they were playing with the other children. “It is so hot. I am so glad you are out here with me, couldn’t do it without you” he smiled. “Oh I would always be out here supporting you, I think the girls are enjoying it too which is perfect. They love hanging out with all their new besties” you laughed. “They love it, they don’t really get it though. One day we can explain that they got to travel the world to watch their Daddy play in a world cup” you leaned in and kissed him. “I can’t wait for that day and that my little man was in your tummy too” he snaked his hand on your stomach as he gently rubbed it.

#hayleys blurbs #jordan henderson imagine #jordan henderson blurb #football imagines #football imagine #football blurbs #football blurb

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peach-and-bugs · 3 years

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Masterlist

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characters that I write for are organized in alphabetical order by fandom and by name. links will lead to my complete list of posted work for said character:

willing to write for characters: romantically (➵ ) platonically (✸) or nsfw (✧)

Character Alphabets (sfw ✸ & nsfw ✧)

Ask Box Headcanons and Blurbes

Agents of shield

Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵ ✧

Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵ ✧

Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵ ✧

Jiaying ✸ ➵ ✧

Leo Fitz ✸ ➵

Malinda May ✸ ➵ ✧

Phil Coulson ✸ ➵

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵ ✧

Sabrina Spellman ✸ ➵

Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Doctor Who

Amy Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Bill Pots ✸ ➵

Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵ ✧

Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸ ➵

Jack Harkness ✸ ➵

Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵ ✧

River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Simm!Master ✸ ➵

Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵ ✧

Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸ ➵

Five Nights at Freddy (movie)

romantic (➵) platonic (✸) nsfw (✧)

Mike Schmidt ➵ ✸

William Afton ➵ ✸

Vanessa Shelly/Afton ➵ ✸ ✧

Killing Eve

Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵ ✧

Villanelle ✸ ➵ ✧

The Legend Of Korra

Asami Sato ✸ ➵ ✧

Bolin ✸ ➵

Bumi ✸ ➵

Izumi ✸ ➵ ✧

Korra ✸ ➵ ✧

Kuvira ✸ ➵ ✧

Kya ✸ ➵ ✧

Kyoshi ✸ ➵ ✧

Lin Beifong ✸ ➵ ✧

Mako ✸ ➵

Opal ✸ ➵

Tenzin ✸ ➵

The Last Of Us (Games)

Abby Anderson ✸ ➵ ✧

Dina ✸ ➵ ✧

Ellie Williams ✸ ➵ ✧

Joel Miller ✸ ➵

Tommy Miller ✸ ➵

Marvel

Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵ ✧

Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier ✸ ➵

Bruce Banner ✸ ➵

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵ ✧

Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵ ✧

Drax ✸ ➵

Gamora ✸ ➵ ✧

Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵ ✧

Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵ ✧

Kate Bishop ✸ ➵ ✧

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵ ✧

May Parker ✸ ➵ ✧

Mantis ✸ ➵ ✧

Maria hill ✸ ➵ ✧

Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵ ✧

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵ ✧

Nebula ✸ ➵ ✧

Okoye ✸ ➵ ✧

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵ ✧

Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ ➵

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ ➵

Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ ➵

Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵ ✧

Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Thor Odenson ✸ ➵

Valkyrie ✸ ➵ ✧

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵ ✧

Yelena Belova ✸ ➵ ✧

Parks and Recreation

Ann Perkins ✸ ➵ ✧

April Ludgate ✸ ➵ ✧

Donna Meagle ✸ ➵ ✧

Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵ ✧

Leslie Knope ✸ ➵ ✧

Star Wars

Ahsoka ✸ ➵ ✧

Captain Phasma ✸ ➵ ✧

Finn/FN-2187 ✸ ➵

General Hux ✸ ➵

Han Solo ✸ ➵

Leia Organa ✸ ➵ ✧

Luke Skywalker ✸ ➵

Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵ ✧

Rey ✸ ➵ ✧

Rose ✸ ➵ ✧

Stranger things

Argyle ✸ ➵

Chrissy Cunningham✸ ➵

Dustin Henderson ✸ ➵

Eddie Munson ✸ ➵

El/Eleven/Jane ✸ ➵

Erica Sinclair ✸

Jim Hopper ✸ ➵

Johnathan Byers ✸ ➵

Joyce Byers ✸ ➵ ✧

Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Lucas Sinclair ✸ ➵

Max Mayfield ✸ ➵

Murray Bauman ✸ ➵

Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Steve Harrington ✸ ➵

Will Byers ✸ ➵

misc.

Alma LeFay Peregrine (mrs peregrine's home of peculiar children)✸ ➵ ✧

Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵ ✧

Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵ ✧

Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵ ✧

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates (Wednesday) ✸ ➵ ✧

Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵ ✧

Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant)✸ ➵ ✧

Dr. Olivia Octaviouse (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)✸ ➵ ✧

Yellowjackets

Jackie Tayler (1996) ✸ ➵

Laura Lee (1996) ✸ ➵

Lottie Mattews (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Misty Quigley (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Shauna Sadecki (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Taissa Turner (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Travis Martinez (1996/2021) ✸ ➵

"Van" Vanessa Palmer (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

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