sukuna finds great comfort when you trace your dainty fingers over the black that's tainted on his skin. it is never something he would admit out loud but he loves how delicately you do it and with such concentration that it makes you furrow your brows — a habit of yours he finds adorable.
this became a daily occurrence, almost like the gesture was silent words to show you how comfortable he is with you and how much he treasures you for you to get so close to him.
one night, you two are in bed and he's being extra huffy and grumpy. much more than usual. his behaviour confuses you because you had truly not done anything to make him upset. you see his little pout — a habit he has that has your heart swelling and butterflies swarming in your tummy.
"what's wrong?," you ask and he huffs as if the answer is so obvious. he doesn't say anything for a few moments before he takes your hand and uses your index finger to trace over his skin. over the black ink that runs along his face down to his chest. he's still pouting but you can see his eyes flicker with something akin to relief and adoration.
'that's what had his panties in a twist,' you think to yourself, smiling as he guides your hand along his body, revelling in your sweet touch.
summary: rafe is extra clingy when he’s half asleep, and he loves to shower you with kisses before going to bed.
he was always so clingy when he was sleepy. his half asleep state was the most adorable thing you´ve ever seen.
he climbed into bed with you, with a soft grunt. his cheek squishing against the pillow, as he stared at you with those sleepy beautiful blue eyes, admiring you silently. "You going to sleep?" you asked, looking down at him, your fingers reaching over and giving his head a soft little massage.
a small hum left his lips as he felt your fingers "yeah." he mumbled, his voice a silent whisper, you let out a small giggle "Goodnight, baby." you said in a loving voice. he frowned "i gotta give you goodnight kisses though." he stated as he propped himself up on his elbows
"you can barely keep your eyes open," you teased, his pout deepened.
He shook his head "don´t matter, baby." he mumbled, his face was just inches from yours.
Before you could respond, his lips found yours in the softest, sweetest kiss. It was slow and lazy, just like him in that moment, warm and full of affection. He pulled back only slightly, his blue eyes fluttering half-open again as he whispered, “Goodnight kiss number one.” he smiled lazily
His lips moving across your cheek, pressing soft kisses all around your face.
he kissed you again, this time a little longer, with his fingers lazily grazing your arm. “goodnight kiss number two.” you chuckled "how many more?" you smiled, as his lips moved over to press more kisses all over your face
"one more." his voice quiet and lazy. He kissed you again, this time more passionate, and longer than the others. "goodnight kiss number three." he smiled against your lips, as he pulled away, and shut his eyes.
he’d already collapsed halfway onto you, his head resting against your chest, his breathing slowing.
His stubbornness gave way to sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile as you ran your fingers through his buzzed hair, whispering, “goodnight, rafe.”
𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐛𝐞𝐚
𝐚/𝐧 — my shayla :(( i apolgoize for any misspells or bad grammar, english is not my first language.
Pato is grinning when you answer the near-instantaneous facetime. "Hey baby, I didn't realize you'd-"
"Be absolutely feral over that photo? Yes you did Pato, that's why you untucked the chain instead of leaving it hidden. That's why you wore it in the first place, because you knew it would drive me up a freaking wall. You're not home for three more days, Pato! That's just unfair!"
Pato is biting his lip through your entire rant. He lets you speak without interrupting once, which is unlike him and probably because you've correctly uncovered his motives.
"I was just trying to update the fans on what I've been up to. I didn't think it was that big of a deal?"
"Not that big of a deal-" you grumble, shaking your head as you pace your bedroom. "It's a very big deal. A massive deal. Huge! What am I supposed to do with myself until I can get my hands on you? What am I-"
All at once, Pato's plan dawns on you. His grin only widens when the realization crosses your face. "Figured it out huh? I specifically waited to make that post until I was safely tucked up in my hotel room... no more engagements the rest of the day. Empty schedule. Just me... my phone... you on facetime."
"Jesus Pato I have things I'm supposed to do today-"
sister’s best friend!reader x pato o’ward social media au
a/n: it’s a sister’s best friend to best friends to lovers brain rot. i also needed something to soothe my heart after that last lap on the indy500. i also love pato with all my heart. fc is olivia rodrigo!
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y/ninstagram: the bff + the princess and the prince at their wedding + the bitch ass brother
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elbaoward: love you soooo much 🤍🤍🤍
y/ninstagram: i love u more 4eva, don’t care if ur married ur my wifey above all🤍
elbaoward: wifeys 4eva
patriciooward: I’m the cool brother
y/ninstagram: uncool*
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patriciooward: Woke up with a new brother today. Congratulations to the love birds. 🤍 Also pictured y/ninstagram waking up with a hangover. ☕️
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y/ninstagram: delete
patriciooward: But you look like a ray of sunshine
elbaoward: thank you always baby brother🤍 you look like you had a goood time lol
user46: ayo who is y/n i’m new here
user67: okay I love y/n lore, she is an influencer/model type of deal and she is pato’s sister’s bestie since forever ago and she and pato get along really well, they’re seen together a lot when elba attends races with her. it’s an ongoing joke in the fandom that pato has the biggest crush on her, which has never been denied nor confirmed lol but they’ve never posted each other on their feeds before so the rumors are rumoring
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patriciooward: Pre-Season recharging with some sea salt. Also pictured y/ninstagram on the phone with God. 🌊🍌
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y/ninstagram: posting bad pictures of me is becoming a thing i see
patriciooward: Technically, you started it
user74: now what is going on why are they vacationing together
user82: y/n said on her tiktok live that they’re with a bunch of other friends so there’s that
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patriciooward: Good season start 😊 Also pictured y/ninstagram side eying me when I asked if I could try her ramen 🍜
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y/ninstagram: you don’t just ask a girl to have her ramen, even if you got a podium
user13: anyone else noticing how they’re becoming super close after elba’s wedding
user82: I think everyone is noticing alright… elba isn’t even there
user26: they’re so dating
user98: i thought the same thing but literally every interview today was dedicated to pato saying they’re just friends
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y/ninstagram: it’s rawe ceek + pato’s lil hat
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elbaoward: why are you replacing me with another o’ward?
patriciooward: Sorry, she’s my best friend now. You have a whole ass husband
y/ninstagram: u could never be replaced bby girl 😽😽😽
patriciooward: Wow
user82: are we seeing this fam
user23: maybe the best friend gate is all part of pato’s plan to get the girl
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patriciooward: Did the best we could on that race considering the circumstances 🤪 Also pictured y/ninstagram’s sushi eyes 🍱
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y/ninstagram: maybe u didnt win on track but you won best sushi recommendation
user83: they’re so sus but they also don’t even touch when they’re in public… perhaps they are just best friends
user53: who needs touching when pato looks at her like she put the stars up in the sky
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patriciooward: F1 testing done right 🥹 Also pictured y/ninstagram’s face when I got in the car 🧡
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user24: are we still pretending we believe the best friends bullshit
y/ninstagram: this is so crazy to me because i’m honestly here for a shot with lando norris
landonorris: message received 🫡
patriciooward: Mate 😂
user27: that’s the most threatening laugh emoji i have ever seen
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y/ninstagram: it’s indy 500 time + elba being pretty + pato eating something he definitely shouldn’t be eating
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elbaoward: the support system is in need of support
y/ninstagram: we are doing great! (we are crying)
user45: how are we feeling watching the race personally I want to throw up
y/ninstagram: im fine! (i have blacked out multiple times)
user36: oh man… im so glad she’s there after that final lap heartbreak
user26: please give pato our love ❤️ he gave it all
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patriciooward: I woke up with a big smile on my face today, feeling very loved by all of you. Wouldn’t change a thing about my journey so far, I know it will be so special the day my name is written among the stars and I get to experience the magic everyone talks about. Excited for the rest of the season, wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else arrowmclaren 🧡 #indy500
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y/ninstagram: you inspire me every single day. your time will come and it’ll be epic. 🧡
elbaoward: you are a force of nature and the sun ☀️
user83: im sorry i really want to comment about the race and compliment pato but are we just going to ignore the last picture of him and y/n holding hands
user53: are we going to ignore their hug on national tv i really felt like i was interrupting
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y/ninstagram: lover boy + lover boy + lover boy. you’re amazing. 🧡
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patriciooward: 🧡
elbaoward: been a long time coming 🥰
landonorris: 😔
landonorris: jk ive been in on pato’s crush all along
y/ninstagram: 💀
user94: WAR IS OVER
user52: not the hard launch
user85: at least tell us how it happened after friend zoning each other for months
Summary: Your best mate, Reece James, decides its about time you try dating one of his teammates that you've been crushing on for ages.
Growing up, your fondest memories were made at Stamford Bridge. Being a physio meant your mum had a backstage pass to the inner workings of the Bridge, a privilege which was often extended to you as well. Your mum took you with her as often as she could, letting you linger in the staff areas whilst she took photos, wrote notes and examined players after spectacular matches.
It's only natural that you befriended a young boy who also happened to constantly be hanging around the Bridge- Reece James. The two of you were friends the moment you met- Reece’s penchant for pranks often meant you found yourself on the wrong end of a scolding. Thankfully, your quick wit and sincere apologies usually meant the two of you got off without so much as a slap on the wrist.
Now that you've grown up- in age, not in maturity necessarily- Reece takes it upon himself to ensure you're taking life by the horns. He constantly suggests the two of you partake in daring, sometimes crazy sounding activities. You drew the line at skydiving, however; scuba diving off the Florida coast during preseason you could tolerate, but jumping out of a perfectly functional, perfectly safe airplane was simply not your cup of tea.
Reece still enjoys meddling when you're both home in London though. Whether it be trying to encourage you to get out and meet someone or forcing you to try exotic foods, every day with Reece around is an unpredictable adventure.
“Reece, you know I don't do caffeine before ten. It's my resolution! Are you trying to make me break it already?”
Pursing his lips slightly, Reece tips his head from side to side. “Not necessarily- I'm just trying to introduce you to someone.”
“Introduce me?” You frown, passing through the door to the coffee shop that Reece opens for you. “To who?”
“Someone I'm hoping you'll really get on with,” Reece says simply. He approaches the counter with a smile and orders for the pair of you, “just our usual please Sylvia, thank you.”
You snap your fingers, “ohhhh wait, is this the part where you tell me you've secretly had a girlfriend for ages and haven't told me about her? Am I about to meet a special girl?!”
“Honestly, I'm flattered that you think I'd be able to keep a secret like that from you. I must be very stealthy if you believe I could pull that off.”
If you roll your eyes any harder, they would pop out of your head. “God you're annoying. Who is it then? Come on! The suspense is killing me. You know I hate surprises!”
“A friend of mine. Someone who I think you'll be very glad to meet. Actually, I know you'll enjoy it.”
“Okaaay…” You aren't sure what to expect at this point. Of all things, you aren't expecting the Greek god, adonis of a man that sits tucked away at a corner table, sunlight catching on his eyelashes as he tips his head towards the window.
You recognize him instantly- Chelsea's reserve keeper, Marcus Bettinelli. Aka your top men's team crush at the moment. Broad, muscled shoulders, short sandy brown hair, and friendly, inviting blue eyes that soak in the details of the cosy coffee house. He seems perfectly at ease here, as in his element as he would be on the training pitch.
“He's even prettier in person,” you murmur, half to yourself and half to your friend. You're stuck in a trance, like a sorcerer has cast a spell and granted you tunnel vision. Said spell also turns your feet into roots, which results in Reece jabbing an elbow into your side when you don't response to whatever he's just said.
“Quit gawking and go tell him yourself how pretty you think he is.”
“Reece…”
“No excuses! Take your coffee and let's go! I'll get you through introductions, so you've got about sixty seconds to pull together a single coherent thought in that head of yours.” Reece taps your temple with his pointer finger, which earns him a prompt slap to his offending hand.
“Fine, let's get this over with so I can make a fool of myself and go home to sulk.”
“So dramatic,” Reece sighs before leading the way to the keeper. “Oi, mate! This is the girl I was telling you about.”
Marcus smiles, standing up to shake your hand. “I'm Marcus, it's lovely to meet you. Reece has all good things to say about you.”
Marcus’ hand nearly engulfs yours. His accompanying smile fills your bones with a fuzzy static, like an old school tv searching for a program. The substantial height difference forces you to tip your head back to meet his eyes. You nearly gasp when you do so; now that he's stood up, the mid morning sunlight reflects off them like pools of liquid glass. Polite to a fault, Marcus allows you to admire him without comment.
Reece interrupts your silent appreciation with a laugh. “Trust me, she knows who you are. Been obsessed with you since you signed with Chelsea, I swear.”
The glare you level in Reece’s direction would have most sensible men running for the hills. Unfortunately, Reece knows you're more bark than bite, so the man only smiles. “Just telling the truth, don't shoot the messenger.”
“It's lovely to meet you, Marcus. I'm sorry about Reece, you know how he can be.”
“Hey!”
“Oh, trust me I know! I've become a pro at ignoring him. Please, have a seat.” Marcus gestures to the empty seat opposite the one he's already claimed, and you automatically try searching for a third so Reece can join you.
“Here, Reece take this one, I'll grab that one there-”
“Oh nah, I'm busy! I've gotta get going.” When you blink, silently begging Reece to stay and ensure you don't stick your foot in your mouth, Reece shrugs. “Like I said, I only brought you here to introduce you to someone, so I've done my job.”
Why are you not surprised that Reece has pulled a trick like this? You give him your best ‘sit your arse down now before I lose it' look, but Reece's response is a cheeky wink that leaves you wanting to wring his neck. And you would, or at least give him a verbal lashing- if part of you wasn't secretly over the moon about the idea of an impromptu date with Marcus.
Because what Reece said is true- you have followed Marcus’ career closely since his signing. He was successful at Fulham, and you've no doubt that if he was able to start regularly for Chelsea, he would do the same. Pressure doesn't bother him. In all the archived matches you've watched, Marcus keeps his cool in any situation. And something about that calmness draws you to him like a moth to a flame.
What you've noticed is that despite his obvious skill, Marcus’ true contribution to the team so far has been off-pitch. From everything you've read, Marcus is a positive, uplifting force that all the lads can count on after a poor match. He's consistently the last off the field, picking up his teammates and encouraging them to go again the next week.
“I'll see you at Cobham Reece, make sure you stop home and grab your good boots for training yeah? Don't forget them like you did yesterday!” Marcus chastises Reece with a voice similar to what one might use when reminding a child to behave. And on cue, Reece’s face contorts in a scowl that is indicative of an incoming tantrum.
“Reece has good boots?” You ask as you finally slide into the plush, red chair you were previously offered. “I thought they were all torn up and smelly. Are you saying he has a decent pair that he's hiding?”
Marcus smiles and sips his coffee. “Not at all. They're all disgusting, someone really needs to clean out his wardrobe. I keep telling the media team they need to make an award for ‘stinkiest boots that are most likely to clear out a room’. Reece would win by a shoe-slide.” He laughs quietly at his own cheesy joke, which is normally something you hate, but it's tolerable from Marcus. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Reece sneak out and make a mental note to chew him out later if things go south.
“So does Reece set you up on things like this often? I feel like he's made a habit of shoving his single friends into situations together and letting the results shake out on their own.” You throw out the ‘single’ bit to test the waters and pray Marcus doesn't contradict you. Even if you despise Reece for doing this, you can't say you're surprised. For the last few weeks, Reece has tried again and again to convince you to go out with a number of his teammates, claiming that he was sick of hearing you complain about having nothing to do on weeknights.
Well, now you can't exactly say you're bored this morning, either.
“Never- Reece hasn't done anything like this before that I know of! And trust me, I've got an ear to the ground so I know just about everything that happens at Chelsea.”
“Is that so? You know everything that goes on, huh?” You tip your head, waiting for the not so innocent side of his words to sink in. You can see the gears click in his head, and his face scrunches up adorably when he realizes.
“Oh- no not anything like that! That's not what I- ugh!” Marcus laughs, brushing his hands on his shirt as if he was ridding himself of crumbs. “God I want those images out of my head… thanks a lot for that!” Marcus smiles as he adds the last bit, and you're torn between interpreting it as a joke and somewhat sincerity. More of him thanking you for your humor than the actual meaning behind the words, like he hasn't laughed so easily in ages.
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Before you know it, two empty ceramic coffee mugs and the buttery remnants of a warmed croissant lie in flakes on a plate in front of you. You clutch your stomach, fighting for breath as you laugh at Marcus’ latest story.
“I'm serious- no he did, I swear! Rob just got up and tripped on thin air- for a keeper than man is horribly clumsy!”
“And fell flat on his face?! God- of course it's on the one day media weren't around! That video would have millions- no, billions of views!” Your phone buzzes face down on the table, and you reach for it with laughter still bubbling in your throat. You open Reece’s message without a second thought.
How's it going? You two must have hit it off if you haven't called to murder me yet… let Betts leave so he can get to training before he gets fined will ya?
“Oh- oh my goodness, Marcus it's already three…” you turn your phone so Marcus can skim the message and see the time.
“Is it really? Wow, I hadn't realized… I was enjoying our little coffee date.” Marcus’ forlorn smile is one that you echo. You had both gotten so wrapped up in getting to know one another, trading stories and slowly inching closer to each other as the morning wore on.
You sigh and stack the plates and cups as your heart sinks. “You really should go, can't leave your team hanging… thank you for today though.”
Marcus half smiles, “I suppose I should… I guess time flies when you're making a gorgeous lady laugh, huh?”
“Oh hush- don't even…” you finish the last of your decaf coffee, already sure you'll be up all night, and not just from the other two full-caff cups you had. “It was nice talking to you, Betts. Even if you are a man that likes his toast burnt to such a crisp that it could be used as charcoal to start a fire in an emergency.”
Marcus’ laugh is rapidly becoming one of your favorite sounds. “Hey, it's just better that way, it gives it some extra flavor! But you know I have to see you again, right?”
“Me?” You bite your lip to stop a laugh. What's so interesting about you that Marcus would want to see you again? Sure, the conversation hadn't lulled in the hours since you sat down. And okay, he'd made more than a handful of flirtatious comments in the past twenty minutes alone. But compared to other women, other girlfriends… what did you offer?
“Yes, you,” Marcus smiles and nudges your foot under the table. “Unless I've bored you to tears?” You purse your lips, half inclined to let him draw assumptions solely to see what he thinks. Marcus clicks his tongue endearingly, both teasing and disappointed. “And here I thought I was doing such a good job making myself seem interesting. Damn! Guess next time I'm gonna have to try harder.”
“I see you've assumed I'll say yes, Betts. I haven't said a word yet, have I?”
Marcus’ grin is a mischievous thing, “I can see it in your eyes, you'll say yes. Let's do coffee again, same time, same place on Friday, how's that sound? You can give me a prematch speech, psych me up before the weekend.”
“Nah, you won't need that. You won't make it off the bench anyway!” Marcus gasps, one hand to his chest in mock offense. Your wink soothes the sting of your teasing jab, as does the way you pat his hand. “Don't worry, I'll still pretend like you've got a shot at playing some minutes. Consider me your new number one fan!”
Marcus shakes his head slowly and sighs, though his pretty blue eyes still retain their charming twinkle. “I guess I'll take that. Just like you'll take the kit I'll bring for you to wear on Sunday.”
Your grin lights up the entire cafe, “Marcus Bettinelli, you've got yourself a deal."
Summary: You bring a sleepy, sappy Cole breakfast in bed to celebrate his birthday.
“Happy birthdayyyy…”
On a normal day, Cole would hate being woken up before his alarm goes off. But this morning he smiles, eyes still closed as he turns over and stretches his arms above his head. His face scrunches up in that adorable way you love, and his yawn settles in a smile as he finally cracks open his pretty speckled brown eyes.
“Well well, happy birthday to me,” he murmurs in a scratchy morning voice. “What a sight to be greeted with so early. You've stolen another one of my shirts I see.”
You grin, tugging at the Chelsea blue fabric so it covers more of your thighs. “Well I couldn't ruin those nice silk pajamas you bought me whilst I was making breakfast.”
“Oh, but getting stuff on the Chelsea badge is acceptable?” Cole’s eyes twinkle with mischief, so you know he isn't mad in the slightest.
“Look, not a speck on it. I was careful! I wouldn't dream of disrespecting the badge.”
Cole rolls over, locking an arm around your hips and tugging until you're forced to lay down with him. You glance down at the foot of the bed, where his breakfast balances precariously on the edge. “Careful of the tray-”
“I see the tray baby, let me have my birthday morning kiss.”
Despite being well aware of Cole's penchant for early morning affection, your cheeks still heat up as he purses his lips and waits. You happily peck them, Cole humming in response before he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. “Thank you for breakfast. Smells yummy.”
“I made your favorites, and we're not gonna tell the gaffer.” You feel Cole's smile against the skin of your bare neck. “Cinnamon rolls, fresh out of the oven, and a bowl of strawberries on the side. Seems like a reasonable amount of sugar to start your twenty second year, don't you think?”
“I think as long as I get to spend some time with you before I have to head in for recovery sounds like a perfect start to year twenty two.”
Your laugh only has Cole's arms tightening around you. You brush your fingers through his recently cut hair, then press a kiss to the top of his head. Truthfully, you could stay curled up like this for hours until you forget the world, the two of you tucked away in your own reality with no responsibilities. So you allow Cole to rest, let his thumb trace circles on the small of your back while your breathing mimics his.
If Cole had a choice, he wouldn't leave this bed all day. If he didn't have to head into Cobham in an hour, you'd pop on a film and let him sit cross-legged whilst he ate breakfast, and then cuddle up with him in a nest of pillows and blankets. But alas, reality must prevail.
“Eat your breakfast before it goes cold and soggy. No one likes soggy buns.” Cole's light laugh is your warning a second before he pinches your bum, which earns him a light slap on the wrist. He's too adorable to be upset with though, and you wind up sitting behind him, one leg on either side of his and your cheek resting on his shoulder blade while he eats.
“This is wonderful my love,” Cole mumbles around a mouthful of pastry. “You make these?”
“I'd love to take the credit, but they're from the bakery up the street. I had them make a special order just for you, that's why they're blue.” It hadn't taken much convincing for the manager of Cole's favorite pastry shop to agree to making a special, small batch of the rolls. Your baking skills definitely don't compare to those of a French chef, so you let a professional do the heavy lifting this time around.
“Well remind me to thank Henry next time we go in. These are amazing- and the blue is a nice touch. Almost makes me forget that I gotta do actual work today.”
“I still think you should be excused on your birthday. It should be an automatic pass- like a get out of recovery free card. I mean, who wants to be busy on their day!”
Cole hums, finishing off his cinnamon roll and putting the tray aside. He leans back into you slightly, his slightly sticky hands settling on your thighs. “I think so too. I don't wanna go in, I wanna stay right here. Cuddled up with my girl, random films on all day, and stealing kisses between naps.”
“Oh, now doesn't that sound like heaven. Might have to steal that idea for my next birthday. Call off work and come cuddle my man.”
Cole shifts, bracing one hand beside your leg so he can twist and see your face. You let him study you, smiling softly when he kisses your brow. “You can steal any idea of mine that you want,” he murmurs, “I won't be mad. But what I will be mad about is Poch insisting on early morning recovery when all I want to do is stay here with you.”
“I'll strike a bargain with you,” you start, which piques Cole's interest. “You get ready, pick out an outfit for me to wear, and I'll drop you off. That way you get a little more time with me.”
“You're so smart,” Cole praises, one hand on your jaw to angle your face for a kiss. “I love you and that big brain of yours.”
You flip your hair over your shoulder and bat your lashes at him. “I'm a genius, what can I say? Only someone as talented as me would've come up with that idea. Now go get ready big boy, you gotta look pretty for your birthday!”
Once Cole has brushed his teeth and showered, he comes back to steal another longer kiss. He chatters your ear off the entire time he gets dressed, opting for a simple black Chelsea track suit- to which you have no objections, seeing as it's one of your favorite outfits on him.
“Now, what do I have you wear…” Cole taps his chin, pondering his side of the closet. He glances back at you, currently lounged out on the bed and perfectly content to enjoy watching him whilst he decides. Finally he pulls out one of his training tops and grabs a pair of comfy shorts from your drawer and hands them to you, “you want to wear this, love? I think it'll be cute.”
You smile and accept the clothes from him, then peck his lips. “You think anything is cute on me, so that's beside the point.” You pull the shirt you're currently wearing over your head and toss it aside, smiling to yourself when the scent of Cole's aftershave envelops you when you put on the training top. “You just want to see your number on my chest.”
Cole's cheeks flush slightly and your stomach flips. Everything he does has your stomach erupting with butterflies, but seeing him blush because of something you said takes the cake. “Maybe I do. Is that a crime? To know that while I'm stuck in recovery, you're out in a coffee shop somewhere wearing my number?”
Cole's hands burn on your hips when you drape your arms over his shoulders. “Of course it isn't. But I hope you know, the whole time I'm at that coffee shop…” you let your eyes dip to Cole's mouth. He catches onto where you're going with this, his lips parting in surprise. “All I'm gonna be thinking about is you unwrapping me when we get home.”
“Oh, that's not bloody fair.” Cole's pained whine has you giggling. “Love, that's not fair at all! You can't expect me to focus on recovery after that! I can skip today-”
You twirl out of his grasp and snatch his keys from the nightstand. You have no intention of letting him skip, but you did want to plant the seed and have him thinking about you every second you're apart. And judging by the slight bulge forming in his pants… you've done just that.
“Come on birthday boy, the sooner we leave, the sooner you can come home.”
smut below the cut! 18+ mdni (also this has public sex in it if you’re not comfortable with that do not read! no one sees but it is public lol)
you were too absorbed in farleigh’s presence to be bothered by the brick wall stabbing into the bottom of your back. your thoughts were consumed with nothing but farleigh, farleigh, farleigh.
he had you trapped, not that you were planning on going anywhere anyways. this alley outside of the bar felix had picked is exactly where you wanted to be. you were boxed in, his hands on each side of your body, running along the soft flesh of your curves. his lips were everywhere, your neck, your shoulder, the small amount of chest your top revealed. anywhere he could press a kiss to, he did.
“far,” you whined, attempting to pull him even closer. “hmm,” he hummed, not letting his lips leave your skin. “need you,” you whined, pressing your pelvis to his, feeling the boner he was repping.
“dorms?” he asked, pulling back for a second. you quickly shook your head, “need you, now,” you stressed. farleigh let out a condescending chuckle, one you were all too familiar with. “someone’s needy,” he teased.
“shut up,” you hushed, moving your hand to rub along his dick, “i’m not the only one,” you smirked at the way his hips jutted forward and the groan that left his lips. you moved your hand to unbutton his jeans, sliding his pants and underwear down just enough to get his cock out. farleigh pushed your hands away, reaching to flip up your skirt and do the same to your underwear.
he could feel the way your pussy was dripping as he slid your underwear down. “all this for me?” he teased. “hurry!” you chastised, growing tired of the game he was playing. “alright, alright,” he mumbled as he lifted you slightly, lining himself up before easily sinking in.
“fuck,” you moaned, wrapping your hands around his shoulders as he found his pacing. this angle was deep, allowing you to feel all of him in the best way possible. “gotta be quiet, sweetheart. wouldn’t want anyone coming back here.”
Thinking about waking up with Farleigh wrapped around you like ivy. You try to wiggle out of his hold and he just grips tighter, pulling you back into his chest and rocking his hips against your ass. “Far, let go, I have to pee.” Then he dramatically flops backwards, releasing you with a brattish groan. “Well hurry up.” Like sir do not rush me 😭
No bc I like to think Farleigh is the king of "Oh, so you hate me." In situations like this:
You could have kissed him to sleep the night prior, told him all your darkest secrets and held him close. The next morning when you have to pee and brush you're teeth, every time you move he's telling you to stop in an annoyed whine.
“I have to pee and wash my face, I'll come back to bed–”
“You hate me.” He whines, “We were having a perfect little morning and you wanna ruin it by doing things.”
You laugh, pushing at his face that he's trying to burrow in your neck. He's molding himself around you, his leg linking with your, his hips flush against you as his hands slip under you're shirt. He's seeking heat as if he isn't already hot enough, he had slept in a sweater and even thicker pants. “Farliegh.” You begin to scold but your voice is teasing, light with butterflies. “You’d think I was going to war with the way you're acting.”
“But you are.” He presses a sleepy kiss to your neck. “You say you're just gonna do two things then it turns into seven cuz’ you're wide awake. Then you're gonna wanna go outside and you're gonna drag me with you.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“I’m realistic.” He sniffs. “How about you just piss and come back. Nothing else.”
You raise a brow, “Nothing else?”
Farleigh pulls back, squinting at you blearily, “What else matters?”
You blow in his face and have the delight of seeing his face drop from your morning breath. You're cackling when he rolls away from you, he's groaning and calling you ‘vile.’ You're quick to wiggle out of bed, rounding it in three easy skips and look at Farleigh who's holding his nose shut with a frown. “But nothing else matters, right?”
“Go brush your teeth and don't come back till you do.”
Love your Farleigh fic btw. Been re-reading that shit for days. Ngl, I feel like the reader is the type to like- have an arm on Farleigh's thigh when they sit together, hold Farleigh by his waist or the small of his back, and do the pinky hold instead of intertwined fingers, idk. She gives off that vibe. I like it
Butterflies
Summary: treating Farleigh like a baby girl!
Warnings: slightly-maybe- a little bit sexual but not much, it's just an attempted handjob and drunk reader. Enjoy, mwah!
Notes: this wasn't a request but its so cute I keep thinking about it. This is the same universe as OMC! Farleigh just before all the cheating. As for what you said, I agree! She just has to be slightly drunk to start it up I fear, she's super aware of what she does around others but drunk reader? She don't care :) this is 1.4k words!
Farleigh is six foot five, nearly two hundred pounds and he's aware that his hair adds nearly another four inches to his height.
He's tall— he's heard it all his life and when he was living in the States with his mom, he had coaches approach him about joining football, basketball, and volleyball and once, a swim coach had cornered him just before school let out for the summer. The point is, that he is aware of his height. He knows that he's probably ducking to enter a room for the rest of his life, he knows he needs to avoid those flimsy wooden chairs because three years ago, he sat in one, and two of the little wooden legs gave out and his cousins still haven't let him live it down. And, he knows better than to sit on your lap as you grin up at him.
He's sure he'd crush you or, the combined weight of the both of you would crumble the chair and well— he doesn't really want to think about it, the imagined embarrassment is enough to make his skin crawl.
“No,” He sneers over the chatter of everyone else. The pub is loud but what else could be expected from a Friday night? “Just get up and maybe you can sit on my lap.”
You pout at him and he mocks it, a fake coo leaving his lips. “I don't want to get up.” You say and then you pat your lap again, your legs spreading as you slouch in the seat. “Come on, sit on Daddy's lap.”
Farleigh coughs, his neck flushing red as he scowls at you. “You think you're funny?”
You smile at him and he can see it in the way your nose scrunches, you're a little bit past tipsy. It'd be cute any other day but all Farleigh wants to do is sit down and drink with you and your friends. “Yeah, I am funny.” You answer, you're still smiling when you reach out to him, your pointer finger linking with his and you pull him closer. He goes easily despite all his huffing and puffing and he stands between your legs with a frown, “Just sit, Farleigh. You're not gonna hurt me.”
“Yeah, mate.” Felix butts in, his pint sloshing as he leans over Oliver. The movement has the whole table quieting and turning to look at the both of you. It's enough to make Farleigh sneer at them all as you let out a giggle.“Just sit, all this flirting is making my stomach turn.”
Put on the spot, Farleigh hisses out an annoyed ‘Fine.’ and gingerly settles himself on your lap, he puts most of the weight into the tips of his toes, nearly hovering for a moment before you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him flush against you. “See?” You murmur, your breath against his ears has his shoulders rising as a shiver goes down his spine. “Nothing happened.”
“Yet.” Farleigh replies. He can feel himself blushing, his stomach fluttering as you nuzzle closer to him. Alicia passes him a beer and he gives her a tight lip smile before his eyes dart over his shoulder and across your face. “Am I crushing you?”
“No.” You giggle and one of your hands pats his thigh. “I’m fine, you're not even that heavy.”
Farleigh knows that's a lie but doesn't have a chance to say anything before he's being pulled into a lighthearted argument with Felix and Daniel, Oliver says a word or two but Farleigh makes an effort to either speak over him or ignore him. You watch from over his shoulder, smiling as Farleigh shoots down whatever Felix is saying so quickly, that it has his cousin's cheeks pink as he rushes to defend himself.
He's cute like this. In his element of arguing about something stupid, a beer in hand. He's still a little tense against you but not like he was before and it makes your smile grow. Maybe it's the booze talking or maybe you just really love him but Farleigh is just so damn cute right now it makes you wanna kiss him out of his clothes. But you have enough sense to realize that Farleigh just got here and probably doesn't want to leave anytime soon so you swallow your growing desire for him and instead, draw patterns against his clothed thigh. He's mid-sentence when you start this and he trips over his words as he glances down at your finger then away, you would have missed it if you weren't so focused on him and another giggle bubbles out of you because of it.
Bravely, you trail your fingers higher, your head resting against his back as you trace circles and figure eights closer and closer to his dick. You smother another laugh against his back when he clears his throat, his hand falling over your and he forces your fingers to link. “What are you doing?” He whispers and your head lifts just enough to see that both Daniel and Felix had turned away from him, falling into their own conversation.
“Sorry,” You say and Farleigh notes that you don't sound sorry at all, there's still a bit of humor in your voice. Like you're about to burst into giggles any second and Farleigh realizes you're far past tipsy and that you're drunk. “Do you want me to stop?”
Your voice is a little loud and Farleigh turns his head, shushing you with a small smile. He ignores how Alica glances at the both of you and away with a frown and he ignores how Oliver doesn't look away. “I didn’t say that, baby.” He says, his voice is still a soft whisper and you let out a breath as he finally settles his full weight against you. You didn't even realize your leg was bouncing till it was forced to still under the weight of his legs. “I’m just asking what you're doing.”
Your fingers flex around his, trying to shake your hand free but he keeps a steadfast hold and it pulls a small whine from you as you slip your other hand up the hem of his shirt. His stomach flexes against your cool palm, but you make no move to do anything else as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. “Just wanna touch you.”
Farleigh huffs a laugh. You always get like this when you had too much to drink, not quite clingy just touchy, like you wanna crawl under his skin and feel him from the inside.“You’re drunk, babe.”
“‘m not.” You murmur and your hand slips, the tips of your fingers slipping under his waistband. Farleigh doesn't stop you because it's just nice to see you want him this much that youd feel him up in front of both your friends. But the hand that's holding yours clutches just a bit tighter, a gentle warning— a nudge to remind you of your surroundings and you ignore it as you grin. “Just wanna suck your dick.”
The laugh that leaves him is choked, he gives your hand a small squeeze before he lets it go. “Yeah, you're definitely drunk.” You only hum in response, your hand slipping lower and Farleigh is suddenly glad he's wearing a baggy sweater because when your hand cups his dick all of it is hidden, he feels himself jerk in your hand and a small groan leaves him. “Are you really about to give me a handy in a pub?”
A snort leaves you and you grope him through his underwear. You've felt Farleigh dozens of times since you've started dating and yet every time you can't help being amazed about how heavy he feels in your hand, how hot he gets as he grows harder. He shifts in your lap and you press a small kiss against his neck, “ You’re so fucking British sometimes, it's a handjob, and yes. I am.”
You get about two strokes in, your thumb swiping over his tip before Farleigh jerks to his feet, your hand slipping from his pants as he pulls his sweater down. “Come on, we're leaving.”
You let out an annoyed groan, you barely tocuhed him. “Farlei–”
He pulls you to your feet and presses a kiss to your lips. “You can do this somewhere Oliver isn't watching.” You giggle against his lips and peak over his shoulder, making eye contact with Oliver who's nibbling on his lip. You wiggle your eyebrows at him, a cheeky laugh leaving your lips as Farleigh pulls you away from the table.
“Where are you two going?” Felix calls after you both and Farleigh wraps an arm around your waist as you twist to answer him.
“I’m gonna fuck your cousin!”
Farleigh hisses your name out in warning as the table breaks out into laughter.
— when he reunites with his girlfriend, oscar quickly learns that his attempt at a new look has one huge downfall
+ aka. becca saw the pics of oscar's new stubble and struggled to be normal about it !! very short n sweet n silly, but i hope you enjoy regardless lovelies <3 banner from cafekitsune !!
"hey bab- oh."
oscar pulls away from your hug with a confused expression, brows furrowed and bottom lip pulled into the slightest pout. he looks down at you and scans your face, before turning his scrutiny onto his own form, trying to find an answer for your unusual reaction.
you haven't seen oscar in about a week now, and normally, you're all over him, not an inch of his face nor neck left untouched with your kisses. yet you're currently standing in front of him with an almost dazed expression on your face, arms still linked around his neck from your hug.
before he can open his mouth and allow a nervous question to trickle from his lips, you speak up for him, your knuckles coming to graze against his jaw.
"this is new," you hum, tilting your hand to grant your pinky finger the chance to trace the growing stubble that dusts oscar's upper lip.
his nose scrunches, and his amused exhale hits your fingertips as he lets out a laugh at the tickle.
"how have you hidden this from me?" you continue, your voice taking on a teasing tone. "been on facetime to you almost every day and i didn't even notice."
oscar lifts his own hand to scratch at his jaw, the feeling of coarse hair against his fingertips becoming more familiar with each passing day. it's by no means a full beard, god no. it's glorified stubble, scruff you might have called it. but it's the most facial hair you've seen oscar with since... well, ever.
"yeah, i'm uh, trying something out, i guess," he says with a slight laugh, looking down at you to gauge your reaction. "couldn't be bothered to shave one night and just thought i'd see what it was like."
though his tone is casual, his heart pounds a little faster as he tries to detect any form of opinion radiating from your body language. oscar wishes he was a mind reader right now, able to tell exactly how you feel about the slight stubble without having to ask you outright.
the answer seems to satisfy you, and your lips curve up into a smile as you lean in to finally pepper soft kisses to his face.
oscar stoops down a little to grant you access to his forehead and temple, and you press another kiss to his nose before moving to attach your lips to his.
the kiss is tender, full of love, and bordering on passionate as oscar's tongue swipes at your bottom lip in a silent question. he hardly realises you're pulling away until he's forced to chase after your lips unsuccessfully.
his breathing is a little shallow as he speaks.
"why'd you stop?"
the question almost comes out as a whine, and it takes a lot for you not to tease him about it.
"y'scratching me a bit," you admit with an amused tone, nibbling at your bottom lip. "y'know, with the hair. 's a bit like i'm kissing a hedgehog" you clarify, rubbing at the skin of your own top lip as if to add emphasis.
oscar's mouth opens in a silent oh, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his mind as he puts two and two together. coarse hair plus friction against your own skin is definitely not an award winning combination for you, and oscar sees no more need for experimentation.
"gimme a minute to shave this off, sweetheart," oscar promises with a crooked grin, already making his way to the bathroom. "then you can give me a proper kiss, hm?"
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