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lfc21 · 1 year

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Sleepless nights

Player: Jordan Henderson

TW: Fluff, crying, children

Prompt list: Children

"Jordan" You mumbled with your eyes squeezed shut and your head breaking at every noise. It was the 3rd time you had been woken up in the past hour and you weren't sure how much longer you could take.

"Jordan" You repeated slightly louder this time as well as knocking his arm for him to wake up. You got nothing. You were currently transitioning your daughter from your bedroom to her own and it was turning into quite a task.

"Jordan!" You shouted this time as your eyes shot open and your voice became like venom. You were fed up with Jordan's deep sleep and loud snores, all you wanted was a rest.

"Hmmm" Jordan mumbled as he turned into his pillow and looked at you with tired eyes. You simply nodded your head towards the door causing Jordan's ears to spring up due to the noise echoing down the hall. "Is it my turn?" Jordan asked with a yawn as he threw the duvet off his legs and braced impact for the cold night air on his flesh.

"It was your turn two turns ago" You dryly remarked as you rolled your eyes in the cold dark room. You knew the idea of Jordan comforting your daughter was only going to end in him not letting go of her. It was never a good idea but you knew it was better than you turning into a zombie and getting no sleep. You felt the weight of Jordan's body fall from your bed before you stretched out into the middle of the mattress. You shut your eyes as you heard Jordan's footsteps and voice through the hall, he had already gone soft at the sight of his crying baby. He softly opened her door revealing his small angel.

"Hello, you" Jordan softly said with a huge smile as she turned her head to the side and noticed her father. Her sobs fell quiet and her toothy grin sent a giggle to Jordan's sweet body. He scooped her up as he wiped away the tears that sat on her cheeks. She was now silent, knowing she had gotten what she wanted. She may have been a few months old but she was already more than aware of how to play her father. "Do you want to stay with me and mummy?" Jordan asked knowing no matter what happened she would end up with you both anyway.

Before you knew it Jordan was already bursting through your bedroom door with the biggest smile on his face and his arms filled with your baby. You sat up knowing exactly what he was going to do.

"Babe you can't let her sleep with us she has to learn to sleep on her own" You tried to explain with an annoyed tone in your voice. It was hard as it was, but when Jordan kept ruining her patterns it made everything worst.

"But look at her little face," Jordan said as he flicked on the big light and created a huge light to parade in your room. You quickly covered your eyes with the duvet in the bright light.

"Jordan seriously" You quickly warned. "It's half 3 in the morning" You added not wanting to start your day this early, Jordan simply laughed causing little giggles to fall from your daughter's mess. Your heart swelled at the sound that always made you soft. You looked up at your two loves knowing your opinion had completely changed. "Come in then" You softly said with a smile as you made room for them both in the large bed. Jordan practically jumped into bed as your daughter giggled at every movement of her father, she was finally content. Next to her parents was the only place she finally found happiness in, one day she will learn that sleeping on her own wasn't so scary but also sleeping with her parents wasn't so bad as well.

Hey guys 👋🏻 I hope you enjoyed this imagine 😀 there are a few titles left on the prompt list 💖 please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated 🥰 masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌

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footballerimaginess · 1 year

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Being proud

30 Day Challenge My daily challenge with prompts, these fics will not be tagged only if they were requested by an account and they’ll be under 500 words. 28. Being proud Jordan Henderson Word Count: 307 Finishing up your masters was something you didn't think would happen, falling pregnant half way in the middle of completing it wasn't something you had in mind. But you had completed it, done. finished. Today was the day of your graduation, you were feeling so nervous that this day had finally arrived. Jordan had arrived at the venue where the graduation ceremony was being held, you were so nerves. The constantly feel pf having butterflies bubbling in your stomach. Something you had worked incredibly hard for, you were waiting around with everyone when you felt a little hand tugging at your gown. "Oh hello princess" you smiled as you placed your daughter on your hip as all the girls cooed over her as they simply fell in love with Aliza. "Hey" Jordan smiled as he planted a kiss on your cheek. "Hi babe, thank you for letting me see her before I go in" you smiled as he nodded. "Not a problem babe, she was so excited when I told her where we were going. We best go find our seats, see you after" he smiled. - "Miss y/n y/l/n" your name was announced as you walked up on the stage as you collected your degree. You heard everyone cheering as you made your way back to your seat. You celebrated with your friends as you took photos before you went to find Jordan and Aliza. "I am so proud of you" Jordan whispered as he pulled you in for a cuddle. "Thank you so much, I can't believe I did all of this. I am proud of myself for completing it too. I think I need to celebrate with a glass of wine" you smiled as Aliza grabbed your hand as you headed off to go and celebrate this huge milestone in your life.

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findingnemosworld · 9 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚 - 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐚/𝐧: 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 ( 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 )

( 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒍 )

She wasn't the kind of 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 to cheat.

You'd always catch her handing her homework early, sleeping at a resonable time and following every single rule that is placed in every establishment she's in.

She wasn't the kind of 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 to cheat.

She excelled in her studies with flying colors which in turn helped her place the first setting stone in her path leading to the success of her first fashion line.

She wasn't the kind of 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 to cheat.

Her love story was akin to a fairy tale, met her fiancé Lorenzo during a lavish event, cut from the same cloth - it made sense for her to be drawn to him almost instantly, a year and a half of love sealed by a stunning proposal in Mykonos had assured her that she had every thing she could possibly ask for. Or so she thought!

Three months had flown in a lesiure pace, yet it was more than enough for her to finally see his true colors, he'd grown distant, barely spoke a single phrase let alone a single word - when they were in a public setting, he seemed to become an entirely different human being, affectionate, loving, attentive.

And as soon those doors close, he'd lock himself away in his study, one business call after another to the point where even sex seemed to become a chore to him, a monotone act void of every emotion and tender kiss that he once showered her with.

It was arduous to truly describe exactly what she felt, except for one singular word that seemed to repeatedly come up in the back of her mind, vacant

She felt, nothing ... absolutely nothing. Until she met 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

" You don't look alright? "

𝐇𝐞 possessed a voice that reminded her of the warmth emanating from a cup of tea, a warmth that is provided by a fluffy blanket shielding you from the harsh cold weather.

She furiously wipes away the tears, forcing a smile to appear across her crimson colored brims then she turns around to face him, and oh how she wished that she didn't look him in the eye.

Not only did he posses such a delicately deep and smooth voice, his eyes were a sweet shade of azure - reminding her of the countless summers she spent in her family's beach house.

" I'm ... " She attempts to speak, only to find the words so ponderous that her only obvious reaction was to quickly mutter with a dry chuckle, " I'm fine, I'm fine; don't you worry "

He chuckles as well, striding towards her until he stood right next to her, she had caught a whiff of his cologne sending deliciously addictive shockwaves across every angle of her body, her pussy aches clenching around nothing in particular due to the instant attraction she felt from him.

" You don't look fine at all " He comments the rather obvious before extending his hand towards her to shake, " 𝑱𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 "

She shakes his hand, mirroring his smile. " Nice to meet you Jordan, 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓 " she introduces herself.

" Ah, the host I believe " He deduces with a raised brow, before pointing a finger to the inside venue. " Why aren't you inside? "

Should she disclose the truth? that the man she supposedly loved, the man she expected to be here in order to support her on such an important night instead chose to take an impromptu business flight to god knows where and leave her all alone.

" I just needed some fresh air " She murmured avoiding his burning gaze. " You don't look like someone that's interested in fashion " she adds with a soft smile.

" That's cause I'm not " He responds with a nonchalant shrug before adding, " My blind date is "

Of course he was here with someone, she said to herself with a smile before opening her mouth to ask him. " Are you avoiding her? "

He nods, a soft laugh erupting from his lips, " I guess you can say that! "

Her mind is suddenly clouded by several ideas, several unholy ideas; was it the effect of the three champagne glasses she downed due to frustration, perhaps? but what she did no was that she needed to feel something and from the way he looked at her, it seemed that he was exactly the kind of fix she craved. " Do you want to ...? " she pauses, instinctively chewing on her bottom lip unaware that she had drawn his attention to her lips.

" Leave? " He completes her question in a hushed tone.

" Yes " She nods almost frantically, eliciting a chuckle from him.

His response was a wide smile, and then he extends his hand. " Shall we then? "

He unlocks his front door, and pulls her flush against his chest then; he backs her up against the wall. " Are you sure about this? " He murmurs, pressing feather light kisses to her lips.

" Jordan " His name comes out in the form of a breathy whisper, one hand threads through his dirty blonde locks whilst the other clings onto his shoulder. " Please make me feel something " she pleads with eyes full of lust, " anything "

He responds to her plea by pressing his lips to hers in a heated passionate kiss heavily laced with lust combined with the unmistakable taste of champagne. " Your lips taste delectable " he whispers pulling away, using the pads of his digits to gently trace the apples of her cheek bone.

" We should go to the bedroom, right? " She asks through heaving breaths.

Articles of clothing fly across every angle of his home leaving a trail to his spacious bedroom, he hoists her up to drop her on top of the mattress with a soft thud.

His pupils were blown by the sheer amount of lust he felt in that very moment, " Strip baby " the command comes in the form of direct yet hushed whisper.

Complying to his command, she unhooks the strap of her bra, throwing the lace garment to the side, followed by her panties which were discarded in the same direction; while doing so her eyes widen the minute he discards his boxer leaving him fully naked in front of her, she subconsciously licks her lips which elicited a smirk from Jordan. " Now what? " she asks with a small voice.

He crawls on top of her, pressing feather light kisses to every inch of her skin - teasing her inner thighs up to her abdomen and on to her breasts, whilst one hand cups and kneads one, his lips and tongue tenderly toy with the nipple causing it to harden in his mouth and a string of melodious euphoric sounds to erupt from her trembling brims, " Oh God! " she whimpers, threading her digits through her hair in a gentle manner.

His digits roll the nipple and gently squeeze the bud, which in turn sent an electric shock straight to her pussy. " You like that baby? "

She swallows the lump in her throat, and whimpers. " Yes " she whispers, " I ... " she starts in between heaving breaths, " I want you to ... "

He lifts his head, crawling up to wrap an arm around her naked waist whilst the free hand tenderly caressed her cheek, peppering kisses all across her face. " What do you want baby? " he whispers against her lips.

" I want you to fuck me " She blurts out, " I want to feel, I've been so empty for so long "

His eyes soften at her admission, before he mutters with a hushed tone. " You won't feel empty once I fill you up so good that you'll only remember me "

His digits trail down to her swollen clit, feeling the warmth emanating, " Look at you, so fucking wet from just my words " he cooes, gently caressing the bud while enjoying the breathy moans erupting from her brims. " Whoever that fiancé of yours is, he's one fucking bonehead because if you were mine, I would never leave you alone "

He slips one digit in her walls, gasping from the warmth that enveloped him almost instantly, his gaze locks with hers. " Jesus " he mutters.

" More " She pleads, grinding against him to relieve the tension she had been feeling this entire time. " Please, I want more "

One digit became two, and two became three. He basked in the way she was adapting to his digits, the pair sharing a heated kiss as she felt the warmth in her lower abdomen tightening in form of a warning, and it appeared that he too had felt it, " Come on baby, cum for me " he whispers, " fucking cum for me " he adds, groaning in satisfaction from the way his digits were being swollen by her walls.

Riding her first orgasm was akin to seeing the beautiful starry sky, he suddenly cages her in his embrace and smiles, " Are you ready? " he asks with a sensual tone.

" Yes " She responds, nodding frantically. " Please, please " she whispers.

He arches her body up slightly whilst he stroked himself a few times before aligning himself to enter her pussy, gently filling her up and causing the pair to sigh blissfully in unison. " Fuck " he said through gritted teeth. " Where have you been all my life? " he murmurs, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, soon enough setting a leisure pace to thrust in and out.

" Oh Jordan, you're so good at this " She pulls him in for another kiss. " So fucking good " she whispers.

" So are you baby " He cooes with a soft smile, a sheen layer of sweat enveloped him once his pace quickened, " Look at you, taking my cock so well, its like you were made for me " ?

" Yes, yes ... Fuck " She cries, her nails digging into the skin of his back. " Oh my god, don't fucking stop "

" I won't baby, I'm close " He whispers, peppering kisses behind her ear. " And I know you are too "

" I am .. Fuck " She moans, " cum inside of me please " she pleads, feeling him twitch inside of her. " I don't care if this the first and only time I'll see you, fill me up ... erase the emptiness inside of me "

" Baby " He moans, thrusting deeper into her. The skin to skin contact igniting a flame inside of him, " Cum with me, come on baby! I can feel you edging close "

They ride out their highs together, the warmth of him seemingly lessened the sensation of void she felt her entire life. He sits up, then carefully leaves the bed to head to the en-suite bathroom to grab a clean towel, and once they were all cleaned up, he crawls under the bed then he pulls her into his arms, wrapping an arm around her whilsr her head laid on his chest, he presses a tender kiss to her forehead. " Are you feeling less empty than before? " He asked with a lazy smile.

" I feel full " She giggles, " very full "

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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

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lfcthelovesofmylife · 2 years

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how i think different football players would behave on a night out

Declan Rice -

Would 100% be the one to propose a night out for the boys (and you). It hasn’t even hit 10 o'clock and he’s already passing around tequila shots and apple sourz. You already know you’re going to be left trying to drag him away from the bar and make sure he gets home safe. You won’t let a repeat of the last night out happen where he was found asleep on his driveway at 4 in the morning.

Aymeric Laporte -

Literally one of the weirdest guys ever on a night out. First of all he wasn’t even invited, he’s meant to be in Manchester not Bond Street. All he does is sit in the corner of the club and quietly observe everyone. You know he’s judging you but realistically he’s the most harmless guy in the world.

Kai Havertz -

You’ve never properly spoken to him before but he saw you have an alcohol induced breakdown in the corridor by the toilets and he sat with you for a good 15 minutes to make sure no creepy guys would try and crack on with you (Laporte). You then felt bad so you bought him a pint and he promised not to tell anyone about your instability.

Mason Mount -

He’s cute and you have a fat crush on him. He has a fat crush on you. He keeps asking you if you want another drink, or if you need water or something to eat. Every time he asks you feel like crying because he’s arguably the nicest guy there. He’s also almost as drunk as you so you know without a doubt neither of you will remember this night and you’ll forget that you made out on the balcony while John was singing Valerie.

Phil Foden -

He’s not actually underage but he keeps getting refused service so he has to ask John or Jack to buy him drinks. Jack keeps buying him vodka quads and pretty soon Phil is absolutely hammered. He keeps trying to dance with you and you have to be restrained by Mason because you almost punched Phil in the face. Phil starts getting really stroppy and won’t talk to anyone so Mason makes you apologise to him before the night gets ruined.

Jack Grealish -

He disappears halfway through the night. You won’t be surprised if you find out he’s gone on another drunk joyride in his new Range Rover. Him and Phil are inseparable and insufferable. You all have to pretend to not know him because otherwise you might get thrown out by the bouncer. The guys behind the bar are already sick of him asking for vodka quads every 15 minutes so they put him on a ban. John ends up buying more quads.

John Stones -

He’s usually fairly responsible until these nights out. Jack’s on a quest to get him drunk as fast as possible because it’s the only way John does karaoke. Pretty soon he’s up on the stage and you can’t get him back down. He sings Valerie while you’re outside making out with Mason and as soon as you’re back inside he forces you to sing Wonderwall with him. He did make it quite a fun night so you can’t hate him.

Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain -

Absolute life of the party. He’s taken over the DJ booth and is playing non-stop R&B bangers. He’s also put on a hell of a lot of Little Mix songs but no one has the heart to tell him that ‘Salute’ isn’t exactly the right vibe for the club. Is non-stop bantering Trent and at one point you had to tell him to leave Trent alone before he got annoyed and left. Is also very responsible for bringing out shots. You spent a good 15 minutes at the bar with him slamming jagerbombs before you got taken away by Hendo so you wouldn’t get hammered at 10:15.

Andy Robertson -

You two would have been inseparable. You’re like the better version of Jack and Phil. Ant and Dec have nothing on you two. You barely see each other in normal time so you’ve spent the whole first hour at the club catching up. As time’s gone on and he’s gotten more drunk you can tell his Scottish accent is getting stronger. He tries to do a bit of stand up comedy but no one wants to listen to his jokes apart from you and Trent and everyone’s throwing limes at him until he gets off the stage.

James Milner -

He offers to buy you a drink because he’s really old and still does that kind of thing, but he leaves before you can tell him what drink you want. 5 minutes later he’s back with either 2 pints of Guinness or Stella Artois. He challenges you to a race to see who can down their pint the fastest. He thinks that’s what the ‘young kids’ do nowadays. They don’t, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that. After that interaction you didn’t speak to him for the rest of the night because you were afraid you’d have to drink Guinness again.

Trent Alexander-Arnold -

Surprisingly quiet for a night out with his friends (and Laporte). You’ve noticed he’s been avoiding Ox so you try and talk to him a bit and manage to convince him to have a few drinks to loosen up a bit. Soon enough he’s dancing and having the time of his life. Ox has been filming the whole thing and you already know Trent’s never going to hear the end of it. He’s also a bit mad at you because he thinks you’re taking his best friend (Robbo) away from him.

Jordan Henderson -

Stone cold sober. He feels responsible for making sure absolutely everyone’s safe and not too drunk. He calls Declan an Uber at 11:30 because he’s already out of it. You keep trying to get him to have a drink or two but he shuts you down every time. Everyone makes fun of him for being the dad of the group, but he shrugs his shoulders and says ‘it’s what any good captain would do’. Ends up sitting in the corner and listens to Alicia Keys through his earphones so no one else will bother him.

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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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stephspurs · 1 year

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hi, welcome back! can i please request one for jordan henderson where he asks her to buy whatever she wants for her birthday (with his money, as a gift) and she buys herself a necklace with his initials. he goes crazy when he sees it and it’s all cute and fluff<3 (this is actually tiktok-inspired!) thank you!

I got carried away & put my own little spin on it...hope you love it! please do let me know x

call it what you want with Jordan Henderson

I don’t want to remember life before him, before us. Of course, I do - how could I forget? After years of cataclysmically bad press surrounding my latest two albums, subsequent hate and the overwhelming threat of irrelevance that pulled me under and kept me indoors and out of the public eye for months on end - I stumbled, quite literally, into my Jordan.

It was late November, cold and dark in dreary Liverpool. Don’t ask why I was there - perhaps it was because I had a friend living in Merseyside who promised I could fly under the radar because “no one here cares about anything other than the pub or football, or watching the football at the pub”. Unsurprisingly, I became one of these people because there I was at the local, carrying myself a pint of apple cider with just a little bit of ice in it and bumping into Liverpool’s captain. At first I kept moving, after apologising, with my eyes set and keen on the table with my friend waiting for me with her mouth screwed up trying not to laugh at my well known clumsiness.

I’m not sure if it was the yellow lights in the garden area or the beanie that covered what I now know to be his dirty blonde, yet forever golden, hair - the warmth that encapsulated my soul with just a look in his eyes and a mumble of “no problems” from his mackem mouth was enough to set my grey world alight. You can call it what you want, but this was the exact moment my world changed.

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene

Loves me like I'm brand new

After months of relentless messages and lowkey, albeit it slightly underground, dates I eventually gave in to what was inevitable - he was my person. He taught me how to be loved irrespective of what has been tied to my tired heart. He loved me like I was brand new and in a way, I was. I was brand new to him. I was brand new to us and our snowballing love which, like its namesake, seemed to grow at an immeasurable rate.

He respected my boundaries with the media and press, I knew who he was on our first date - he was honest and told me about his profession, I was honest and told him about my career as an artist. He asked what I was doing in little old England, I told him I needed a break from myself. He made sure I felt safe enough with him that I could be blissfully unaware of the outside world, if it was my choosing to do so. In saying all of this, I also admitted my own mistakes with many of my past relationships and owned up to all of the burned bridges left in my path, however I was sure that in my past life I must have done atleast one thing right to end up in his path. This world may be a mess but laughing with him under the covers on a mundane Tuesday evening made everything ok. His starry eyes truly do brighten up my darkest nights. You can call it what you want, but I know that this is simple, pure and honest.

I want to wear his initial

On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

11 months after that first spill, of both my drink and my heart, it was my birthday. We had agreed no presents - from both of us, for each other, for all occasions. This birthday of mine was the first in many years where I truly didn't have a wish for anything different than what was currently in my life. This birthday was also the first in many years where my wish was for someone else, for Jordan, to feel the same happiness that I do every time I look at him.

He had respected my boundaries with going public and never pressured me, we had kept this love bubble secure for 11 months already - with only our nearest and dearest being allowed in. I supported him wholeheartedly in every venture, both professionally and personally in private. If anything that the last almost-year had shown me was just how much it meant that he had taken the time to get to know me, and care about me enough to do so. No one else had ever taken the time.

So there I was, the evening of my 29th birthday, sitting upstairs in my dressing room while my friends and his - our friends - sat around the table downstairs laughing and chattering and reminiscing on life both before and after the amalgamation of both Jordan and I. Looking at myself in the mirror, for the first time not wanting anything to change, wishing I could freeze this moment in time forevermore. I didn't even hear Jordan come into the room let alone come up behind me, wrapping both arms around my shoulders and resting his left cheek to my right one, both of us breathing each other in.

“I have something for you” I whispered into the silence.

“But it’s your birthday, why am I getting a gift” He whispered back.

“This is for me, as much as it is for you”

In the reflection of the mirror, he watched me pull the drawer out and pick up a chain. I looked up and held his eye contact. He held out his hand and I dropped the chain in his palm. He pulled his chest away from my back, pulled my hair to one side and looked back at me in the mirror.

Slowly he grabbed the other end of the chain, brought it around my front and laid it across my collarbones. Focusing on closing the dainty clasp and settling his breathing, he took a moment to himself before looking at the reflection once again. Staring back at him against my skin, the initial J. Simple, pure and honest. You can call it what you want - it was love.

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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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libraryofloveletters · 1 year

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the captain’s sister

pairing: trent alexander arnold x henderson!reader

summary: in which, jordan’s baby sister comes to visit for a few weeks and a certain someone catches her attention.

author’s note: okay bare with me, I've been on a trent kick and I had the urge to do a insta au. this is the first time I've done one so we’ll see how this goes lmao

all photos are from pinterest and/or the liverpoolfc/liverpoolfcw instagrams :)

jhenderson

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jhenderson: baby sis is back in town ❤️

tagged: ynhenderson

ynhenderson: missed ya!! xx

virgilvandijk: big and small back in action

↪️ ynhenderson: who’s bigger than you, virg?? 🤨🤨

trentarnold66: ❤️❤️

liverpoolfc

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liverpoolfc: spot the difference: henderson edition!

tagged: ynhenderson, jhenderson

trentarnold66: she’s more bossy than skip 🙄

↪️ ynhenderson: if you actually trained, I wouldn’t have to be bossy would I?? 🙄🙄

liverpoolfc: alternately captioned - henderson squared 👍

jhenderson: posted two photos of me and thought I wouldn’t notice 😂

↪️ ynhenderson: don’t flatter yourself jord 🙄

trentsbiggestfan: the bickering between y/n and trent is so cute

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ynhenderson

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ynhenderson: stores seem to be out of 7up tonight, wonder why 🤭

location: anfield // tagged: liverpoolfc, trentarnold66

jhenderson: telling mum you didn’t put me in the post

↪️ ynhenderson: just cause you’re the captain doesn’t mean you can bully me 🙄

trentarnold66: that guy looks familiar 👀

↪️ ynhenderson: just some guy I know 🫶🏽

liverpoolfc: you always catch the good ones ynhenderson!

ynhenderson

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ynhenderson: there’s no place like liverpool ♥️

location: liverpool // tagged: jhenderson, trentarnold66

jhenderson: did you notice my eyes were closed in the photo of trent and I ?

↪️ ynhenderson: yes, but did you notice how cute I looked in the first one?😘

↪️ jhenderson: you are the worst

trentarnold66: who’s that pretty lady is in the first picture 😍

↪️ ynhenderson: look to your left and you’ll find out ❤️❤️

↪️ jhenderson: this is gross.

virgilvandijk: come back soon!

↪️ ynhenderson: only if rike makes her coffee cake again!

↪️ virgilvandijk: that can be arranged 😂

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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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A False Accusation

Anyone You Like

They have a heated argument where she drops an accusation on him. He claims that it’s a false accusation.

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

She voiced the words to the room, clearly and firmly. Strangely enough, saying it out loud didn’t make her chest feel lighter like she’d thought it would. It still felt as suffocating as it had been.

“Wow,” he scoffed, his shoulders shook when he did. “That’s a terrible accusation, that.”

She glanced at him, but she quickly dropped her gaze again after she noticed the hurt plastered all over his face. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to say such cruel words.

“And also,” he continued, leaning forward on the sofa, propping his body with his elbows on his knees. “It’s a false accusation. That’s terrible from you.”

She was sitting on the other sofa across from him, leaning back and folding her arms in front of her chest. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she couldn’t resist the temptation to stare back at him. So she did.

She gritted her teeth. Those eyes were angry, those eyes had used to look at her in the most special way. She refused to believe that it was just in her head, that she was just making it up, because she had used to easily fall in love all over again every time she looked at those eyes but at some point, she started to feel that they’d changed.

“Really?” She challenged him, giving him a sharp look that matched his.

He scoffed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. He shook his head. He couldn’t quite believe that she truly believed that he didn’t love her. Where did it even come from?

“Are you telling me that I lie every time I tell you I love you? Mind you, I say that every single day,” he said. But she was silent, so he continued. “Don’t I always give you everything? Make sure that you have everything you need, that you’re safe?” He asked. If she forgot about that, he was ready to remind her of all the things he did for her. Everything that he needed to sacrifice. “I give you my world.”

“You give me your money.” Her voice was firm and certain. And it stabbed him right in his heart.

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for everything he’d given her. Moving her into his big house, constantly buying her expensive gifts, taking her to travel the world on holidays, giving her a luxury life—but that wasn’t the reason she’d fallen in love with him. She was never in it for the dime.

She had fallen in love with him for who he was. Or at least who he had used to be.

“I’m thankful that you gave me this wonderful life but I really don’t need the latest Prada release or to be on a yacht every holiday. I don’t need new jewellery every time you feel sorry, I don’t need you to surprise me with flowers in the morning just for you to go missing for the rest of the day.”

“I thought you liked them. Have you been lying, then?”

“I do appreciate them but that’s not the point! The point is I need you!” She sounded so desperate. She honestly had been feeling this way for a while and she hoped that this time he was really listening to her. “I just need a little bit of your time, for you to be with me, and not just physically. You’re with me but your head is somewhere else. I need you to just look at me, I–”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay?!” He cut her off, the tone of his voice rising up. “I’m sorry that my work demands so much of my time, it asks so much from me, I’ve always told you that from the beginning. My career is my life and there would be rough bumps along the way. Things get hard, things–”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, don’t you see??” Her tone was as high now, it was only adding to the tension. “You run away from me when things get hard for you. You don’t even want to share anything with me. You give me gifts and temporary attention to ‘make up’ for it. Every time!” She stood up from the sofa. She frustratingly pointed a finger against her chest, giving him a piercing gaze. “Am I so untrustworthy or unreliable? Am I that insufferable to deal with so you don’t want to open up to me?”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, clenching his fists. “Don’t start making up things now. I never for a second think about you that way.”

“Well, you always make me wonder. Wonder why you shut me out.” She shrugged. “It’s the truth, you can’t deny it. You always leave me out of things.”

“I’m just protecting you!” He abruptly stood up. “I can’t– I’m sorry if it’s hard for me to share things that I know would just hurt you and stress you out!” He moved his hands animatedly and quite angrily. “Don’t you understand?! I am saving you the troubles and the pain!”

“I want the f*cking pain!!”

Her voice pierced through his ears and he froze in his place, feeling shivers down his spine. He clenched his jaw and gulped. The anger, the desperation, the pain that she had been holding in, she’d just let it all out. She’d gotten so upset at this point, the tears quickly pooled in her eyes and threatened to fall. It pained him even more. He had never seen her like this.

“I’d rather feel the pain, suffer with you.” Her voice was small and timid this time, but there were so many emotions in it. “I’d choose that, rather than feeling left out and not appreciated. I promise you that’s the worst thing to feel. I hate it. I absolutely f*cking hate it.”

He sat back down, burying his face into his hands, trying to compose himself and find the right words to say. He felt her anger, her sadness, but he also needed her to understand that he did everything for a reason.

He let out a little sigh as he looked up to her. Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks.

“I don't live a normal life and all I’m trying to do is to keep you out of the abnormalities and all the absurd things. The sh*t people say out there, it gets scary sometimes. People are actually willing to do foolish and crazy things to bring me down.” He spoke with a more gentle tone, trying to reason with her. “And if you’re hurt, if something bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands, before she hugged herself with arms, trying to provide herself some comfort. He didn’t only sound serious, he also sounded sorry.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He stared at her with tired eyes. The anger in his eyes had worn off, it even looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry. I really am.” His voice was a bit shaky. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Please. I can’t lose you. What am I going to be if I lose you?”

Her heart clenched painfully. She couldn’t deny that it was heartbreaking to see himself asking the question—like he was really scared to lose her, like his world would crumble down in an instant if he lost her. She had never seen him like this before. He’d always appeared strong in front of her, like nothing could ever bring him down, like no one could ever catch him looking weak.

“Every single thing that I’ve ever done is to protect you and to make you happy, to earn your love. Most of the time I don’t think I deserve you, you know. Because you deserve more than this f*cking fool,” he said pointing at himself. “Who apparently doesn’t know how to love. I’m sorry if I’ve done it the wrong way and made you feel the opposite way.”

Without her even realising it, what she’d been wishing to see was happening right in front of her—for him to open up to her and show his vulnerable side. Her tears fell again, but for a different reason this time. She felt his confusion, his sorrow, and she was hurting with him.

After a moment of deafening silence, he suddenly stood up. He approached her, who was just standing with her head down. He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to look at him. He fixed her dishevelled hair, tucking stray strands of hair to the back of her ears. He lifted her head up by her chin, before he continued to wipe her tears again. Every touch was so gentle, every touch felt gave her warmth and comfort that she’d been longing.

“Look at me, please,” he said. She finally shifted her gaze up and stared back at him. His eyes were looking at her fondly. “I love you so much. Please believe me.” He choked up, trying his best to convey his feelings through his voice. “I took you home to my mum and told her you’re the most special person in my life, I try to treat you like a queen, I see you and talk about you like you’re my prized possession, because you are.”

She listened to him. She tried to really listen to him. And honestly, this time it wasn’t so hard to believe him. She appreciated that he was finally opening up, even though it had taken them quite a long time to get there, not to mention all the struggle they had had to go through. But he finally found his courage to be fragile.

“Do you know what? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said as his hands fell to her waists and safely rested there. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m your girlfriend. You have a responsibility to protect me, but I also have a responsibility to be your partner. So let me do my part.” She held his face and stroked a thumb on his cheek. “We do this together. We’re supposed to go through happiness and sadness together, we go through all the troubles together. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He nodded. “I’m really sorry, okay? I love you,” he said again, before she pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too. I love you,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She heard him letting out a sob as his chest and shoulders shook. He held her tight, and it had been a while since it felt like this. She felt heard and seen. She felt loved. It was all she ever wanted.

And he couldn’t describe the wave of relief that washed over him. He really thought that his biggest fear, losing her, was really going to happen. He realised that he’d actually failed her. All this time he had loved her his own way which he thought was the best and the safest way but apparently, it didn’t give her the safety he wanted for her. She was right—they had to do this together, and it meant that he had to listen to her, count her thoughts and feelings.

He would try. He promised he would try his best to see her how she wanted to be seen, and love her how she wanted to be loved. Because she was the most important person in his life, and he’d do anything to make himself deserve her.

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lfc21 · 1 year

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Calling your boyfriend the wrong name.

TW: fluff, swearing

Prompt list: Tik Tok

Summary: Jordan could only bare to hear you speak the sound of his own name so the sound of his teammates name sent a cold feeling through his body. You couldn't help but play with the fire of your protective husband.

You could have admired your husband like this until the earth stopped turning and the sun stopped shining. His eyes twinkled in rhythm to the dancing candle lights dotted across the table. His red tie delicately sat on his large chest creating a river of red for your eyes to follow. Your hands were locked with his, and the feeling of his fingers running over your knuckles gave you such a soft and gentle atmosphere around you.

"You look beautiful tonight" Jordan explained over the loud music and constant chitter chatter of first dates and wild birthday parties. It was rare that you and Jordan could enjoy date night with one another, just you and him, with no screaming kids or chatty teammates to interrupt you both.

"Thank you, darling" You softly replied with as you didn't let your gaze fall from him. As Jordan went on about a whole completely different subject your mind went wondering, You felt in the mood to play with fire, you loved the perfect and romantic side of Jordan but you also loved the fun and amusing side of Jordan and the one thing you could think off was calling him by the wrong name. Jordan was protective, jealous and more or less your number one person and any budging of those positions made him break out into a sweat and fight for breath.

"Babe, are you listening to me?" Jordan asked in wonder not understanding what your lost and confused expression was for. You quickly snapped your eyes towards him and came back into the present moment, hoping for your plan to work.

"hm yeah sorry Andy go on" You quickly said as if every word simply rolled off your tongue. You casually looked at him as if everything was fine. His eyes went wide at your words.

"Sorry say again" He quickly snapped wanting every word to go back through his ears again. He quickly let go of your hand not understanding what exactly was going on.

"I erm I don't know why I said that," You said trying to bargain your words to the poor midfielder sitting hoping for an answer.

"Well easy mistake because you're always on a date with Andy Robertson" He sarcastically barked back with a roll of his eyes as he sat back further into his chair. You looked at him as if you were trying to think of the words which could save yourself.

"Honestly I don't know where that came from" You softly spoke trying to pick his hand back up but was greeted by his sudden movements as he tugged his hands into his body.

"Your mouth" He mumbled with a tone of attitude laced with every word. You rolled your eyes trying to act at least pissed off towards him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and you realised just how much you had angered your husband. He was like a moody teenager.

"Jordan there's no need to be like that" you explained with a soft tone as you looked into his eyes. He looked right through you as if there were words coming from your mouth but had little meaning. He went to let words out before being stopped by a waiter flying past your table.

"Scuse me can I have the bill please," Jordan asked as the waiter stood in his tracks and complied with his ask. Your eyes went wide. This was not the reaction you were looking for.

"Wait no! He doesn't want the bill" you quickly explained waving him off to speak to your husband and tell him the truth.

"I do!" He snapped back causing the man to look back at him with wondering eyes as he reached for the card machine.

"You don't!" You barked back with stern eyes. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, he couldn't work out what you were doing.

"Look I'm going to give you both five minutes and come back" the waiter explained with a soft yet nervous smile before wandering off to the back of the restaurant.

"What the hell did you do that for?" He asked pulling the napkin off his lap and pushing it onto the table with quite some force.

"I didn't say Andy by accident. I did it on purpose" you admitted trapping his large hand under his whilst trying to reason with him.

"How does that make it better?" He asked with genuine wonder as his eyebrows furrowed and his voice became soft.

"I did it as a prank, I saw it on tik tok" you explained with a small smile as you saw the weight lift from his shoulders.

"So you don't have something going on with Andy?" He asked wanting certainty in his mind.

"Ew no of course not!" You practically screamed with a disgusted face at the idea of being with anyone but your perfect husband. He gave you his signature smile and shook his head knowing he should have expected a prank like this coming his way.

"I hate you" he mumbled kissing your hand and looking up at your face through his lashes. At that moment you could have fallen off your chair and begged for his touch there and then.

"I love you" you spoke back with every word filled with love. You knew he would forgive you, he couldn't stay mad at his soul mate for too long.

Hey guys 👋🏻 I am not 100% sure on this imagine 😬 please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated 🥰 thank you for the support ❤️ masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌 tik tok prompt list ❤️

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footballerimaginess · 1 year

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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.

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

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findingnemosworld · 6 months

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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐦*𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞!!!

2021.

" You seem on edge! "

A smooth, velvet like voice spoke drawing him out his thoughts – he turns to his left, to find a tanned brunette standing next to him as they stare at the painting in front of them, he spent a total of three minutes in complete silence — admiring her beauty which was highlighted by the verdant colored dress that enhanced her the color of her eyes, " I … I’m trying to figure out what’s the meaning behind this painting "

He gestures to the painting in front of them, a beautiful portrait of a woman holding an angel in her arms, " I just can’t wrap my head around it " he chuckles.

She offers him a sweet smile, " Art is whatever you choose to interpret it as, see for me — this painting represents a great loss, and a blessing "

His brows knit in confusion over her words, he turns to her and asks. " How so? "

She smiles at his confused expression, " Why is a woman holding an infant with wings? it can either be a baby she lost, a stillborn … etc, and she remembers that baby every single day of her life "

The dejection underneath her tone was quite visible, " You sound like you’re talking from a personal experience! " He deduced.

She didn’t respond, instead shifting the subject back to him. " So what brought you here? not many would think that a football player could be interested in arts "

He raised a brow, " You know who I am? "

She giggles then replies with a playful expression on her face, " The gallery is in Liverpool, and everyone here talks about football, besides all it takes is a little google search to crack a few things here and there "

He chuckles, then extends his hand. " Jordan Henderson, nice to meet you "

She shook his hand then introduced herself; that’s when it dawned on him, he looked at her then back at the painting. " You’re ….? " he whispers.

" Yes, I’m the one who painted this and to answer your previous question, it’s not a personal experience per se, my mother had a stillborn after she gave birth to me, that’s my -um- … deceased twin sister " She said with a soft tone.

" Oh " He murmurs, " I’m sorry for your loss! "

" It’s fine, it’s a long time ago … I’m just surprised that someone like you is into arts " She states with a soft smile.

" Well, I’m not … but a friend of mine had invited me, they cancelled the last minute and I figured why not take advantage and learn something " He replied with a shrug.

" You got stood up by a woman huh? " She said with a sympathetic smile.

" How did you …? " He asks, surprised at how she was able to make out the situation.

" Men that are intrigued are a few and far in between, your body language is that of a -um- an outsider, and also you were checking your phone a few times which kind of gave it away " She explained, giggling. " But I’m not judging, mostly cause I’ve been under the same situation "

" You’ve had friends set you up on blind dates? " He wonders, shaking his head.

" Actually worst than that … " She trails off then leans in to whisper, " my mother "

He laughs softly, " Ouch!! "

" Apparently 26 years old is the new old age " She laughs, " Either I find a husband or spend all eternity alone "

He nods in understanding, before adding on with a playful smile. " Maybe you don’t have to be alone "

She smirks, " Are you flirting with me right now, Mister Henderson? "

He mirrors the playfulness in her eyes by leaning to murmur, " Why don’t we spend the rest of the night together and you’ll find out? "

It was that conversation, in the gallery that’d been that match to light up a passionate bond between them — a struggle at first due to their hectic schedule, they were able to find a healthy balance as he knew that she was the one for him.

2023.

He woke up to the sensation of her soft lips against his shoulder drawing out a smile across his lips, he tilts his head to meet her gentle gaze. " Good morning! " he whispers pecking her lips, she smiled in return and murmured, " Good morning handsome, come on — get that cute ass of yours up "

He chuckles, " Why? "

She pressed featherlight kisses on his cheek as she replied, " Because for one, it’s snowing outside, two, I made us hot chocolate and three … you promised me we’d bake the gingerbread house together "

He grins, " Ok, I’m up! " he sits up then tugs her in for a sweet kiss before murmuring against her lips, " I love you "

She whispers softly, " I love you too "

Later on, the pair enter the kitchen together – she pulls out the necessary ingredients and utensils before she stood up, with a soft smile across her lips. " Ok, now that everything out, let’s start … "

He mixes the ingredients for the gingerbread whilst she is preparing the frosting, suddenly without much of a warning, she feels his lips over her jawline causing her to blush, then look at him. " What was that for? "

He shrugs, with a seemingly innocent expression across his face, " Nothing "

" Aha " She nods, not convinced with his gesture, " Of course it’s nothing "

As they proceeded to work in silence, his innocent gestures continued, he’d playfully brush her hair out of her face, would lean closer and murmur sweet nothings over her shoulder causing her to squirm and swat him away, " Jordan! " she laughs.

" What? " He retorts with a playfully innocent tone.

" Hendo? Can we focus please? " She gestures to the gingerbread house that was slowly being constructed.

He doesn’t seem to relent, the frosting bowls were long discarded as he stood behind her, one hand rests on her waist while the other pushes her hair to the side to nuzzle his lips against the length of her neck down to her shoulder drawing out soft whimpers from her, he smiled, " I need you babe " he murmurs.

The sudden drop in his tone, coupled with the intensity of his kisses caused a shudder to course through her veins, " Ten minutes " she whispers with a playfully warning tone.

He smirks, " Too much, I’ll be done at four "

" You sure about that old man? " She asks with a jocular tone.

He pressed a featherlight kiss on the back of her neck where he knew she was sensitive, then added. " Oh you’re getting it … " he chuckled darkly before turning her to face him, he rests one hand on the back of her neck while the other tightly grips her bare waist under her ( his ) shirt — he leans in to capture her lips in a searing yet tender kiss drawing out a deep groan from him, " Jesus, love two years in, and I can’t get enough of you "

" Neither can I " She murmurs, tugging him in to deepen the kiss for a brief moment before he hoists her up on the counter drawing out a giggle from her.

" Come on now, spread those legs for me darling … " He murmurs, spreading her legs open, then he proceeded to pull her panties down. " Now I’m gonna make you a deal alright? "

" What? " She states with a soft smile.

" If I get you to drench my fingers, you’re going to agree to what I told you about a few months back " He murmurs, planting soft kisses across the length of her inner thighs drawing out a whine from her, " No ifs, ands, or buts "

" But Jordan I ca— Oh my god " She gasps, the moment his tongue licked a long stripe from her clit to her slick walls. " Fuck " she gasps.

He resists the urge to smile as he licked another stripe before gently coaxing his index digit into her slick cunt, " Love, you’re drenched and I barely touched you " he murmurs with a playful tone.

She whines softly, thrusting her hips up to meet the friction caused by his tongue and index curling inside of her walls, " Jordan " she moans, " Oh my god … feels so good "

His index digit was soon joined by his middle digit all the while his tongue flicked her clit drawing out more sounds from her, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace — " Keep going, –uh– … oh my god " she whines.

He shifted from leisure strokes to rapidly flicking his tongue up and down to match the rhythmic thrusts of his digits, the sensation sending shivers across every inch of her body, " Oh my god, don’t stop … Oh fuck " she whimpers, biting down on her lower lip.

He looks up just as he continued to flick his tongue against her clit a few more times before he felt her arousal explode against his digits and tongue, he lapped up every drop of her arousal before pulling his digits out to lick them clean in front of her, " Fucking delicious " he whispers.

She giggles breathlessly, " There’s still two more minutes of the supposed four minutes "

" You fucking minx " He chuckles as she tugs him in while he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, " You ready? "

" Shut up and fuck me " She murmured, capturing his lips in a kiss.

" Ah ah love, all that dirty talk might get you on the naughty list " He smirks, teasing her with the tip of his cock.

She half whined half giggled, " It’s bad enough we’re doing it next to our unfinished gingerbread house "

He laughs softly before the pair released a unanimous gasp upon feeling the length of his cock seethe penetrate her walls, " I don’t care love … " he tugs her close with one wrapped tightly around her waist, he then buried his face in her neck. " I just need to feel you and my god, you’re so warm baby "

She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, " I .. Jordan " she whimpers then bites down on her lip.

" I know baby, I know " He murmurs, alternating between nibbling and kissing the tender skin of her neck. " Jesus, I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of feeling you wrapped around me like this, so warm that I don’t think I’ll even be able to pull out "

" Then move " She whines.

He chuckles, " Just a moment love " he nestled himself between her legs, " Ok " he breathed out.

He lazily thrusted in and out of her pussy while he rests his forehead on hers, " I love you baby, I love you so much " he whispers pecking her lips.

" I love you too " She breathed out.

His lazy thrusts changed in the blink of an eye, drawing out louder sounds from her. " Oh my .. feels so good "

" So good " He whispered hotly in her ear, " I’m going to cum baby, you think you can let me do that … think you can let me cum inside of you " he cooed.

" Please " She whimpers, pushing her hips against his.

He gripped her waist with both of his hands, while his teeth sunk into her shoulder, she whines a string of curses, " Fuck … I’m gonna cum too "

" Come on baby, cum all over my cock, make a mess all over my cock like the good girl you are " He whispers, lifting his head up to press his lips entirely over hers.

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes as a loud ‘Fuck’ escapes her lips. " Oh my god " she whispers.

He rests his head on her shoulder to collect his breath before chuckling softly and lifting his head up, " I don’t know about you but I’m in the mood to finish the gingerbread house "

" In the mood huh? " She giggles, pecking his lips softly.

" But before that, I need to do something " He whispers, mostly to himself.

She frowns in confusion before her eyes widened, he unclasps the chain around his neck to pull it out of his shirt revealing a beautiful ring, " Jordan? " she whispers, confused by his gesture.

" Love, I’ve been holding this for the past three months, Milly helped me pick it out " He blushed. " I knew from the day I met you in that art gallery that I was a goner, so .. " he looks up, " Think you can make me the happiest man in the world and marry me? "

Tears brim in the corner of her eyes as she nods quickly, " Yes I will "

He slips the ring then proceeds to kiss her softly, " I love you "

" I love you too " She whispers.

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