#mcfc imagine

[cityzenchick]

That moment when ...... Erling and Ruben totally lose their cool with each other mid-match ....... both angry and blaming each other for the fact that you (the girl they both fancy like crazy) have handed in your notice to the club, citing your reason for leaving as having broken the club rules. You have apologised to the management and admitted 'crossing the line' of professional behaviour with one of the City players ...... of course both men suspect the other of being the guilty party ...... neither realising that the player in question is actually another of their team-mates ......... one who has kept his interest in you a complete secret from everyone ......... John Stones ........

[cityzenchick]

Re-blogging this 'oldie but goodie' bit of Stonesy smut to fuel our imagination when we watch him play tonight ....... 🥰🥵

The Yoga Teacher (smut)

Request: You’re City’s yoga teacher and John’s really impressed by your flexibility and well.. You know..

You were laying all the yoga mats down on the floor when you heard voices coming closer, the Manchester City boys soon entering the room one by one. “Welcome back boys,” you smiled politely while you heard the lads greeting you back, all standing on one of the mats. You took your place in front of them and started the class, reminding them of the stretching and breathing exercise you always used as a warming up. 

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[12amintoronto]

𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ... omar marmoush x reader

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wc: 1.8k

synopsis: in which you and your husband, omar, finally meet the little one that you have been expecting together.

contents: fluff, sfw, married, dad omar, mum reader, super soft vibes for the babyy, emotional

notes: request from @kixxkmzz this was so sweet to write i'm literally sobbing bc writing this resurrected my baby fever. i gotta lock innn 🥹🥹

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it had been nine months of waiting yet it felt as if no time had passed at all once it was finally three of you.

for omar, it wasn't enough to just be there and present in the flesh while you were with child.

he began observing his newfound duty. his lifelong role. a dad.

it meant doing all he could to provide the utmost comfort for you and the little life that had been growing within for all those weeks. your health and the little one's health meant more than anything.

it meant preparing his heart to give the love that it was absolutely overflowing with.

"soon enough, you're going to bring the greatest blessing of our lives into the world, habibti," he would say to you every night in a soft whisper, as you two cuddled before sleep, while his hand gently rested on your bump.

and that you did.

that morning when the sun shone bright as you delivered this little-yet-so-big blessing that you and omar had been anticipating and nurturing at the absolute best while still in the womb... you were overcome with emotion, knowing your life was now changed so beautifully by yet another life...

...the one you and omar created, at that.

the way omar's thumb gently rubbed your cheek as he leant in ever so close to you.

the way his other hand's fingers intertwined with yours as he offered it without second thought for you to squeeze with your own hand at any time you'd wince.

the way he spent all that time whispering to you the most important affirmations that he'd never want you to forget, for he means them from the bottom of his heart.

"you are so strong, my love."

"habibti, i've got you. you're so incredible."

"i know you can do this. deep breaths together, sweetheart."

all that grounding... his efforts to calm you amidst this concoction of physical pain and emotional strain...

...allowed you to exhale in time.

"ya allah." omar murmured, his voice breaking softly through his tears as he heard that tiny cry for the first time.

you could've sworn you felt those tears of his fall onto your own face for he kept his face so close to yours during this moment.

your nurse, who'd been an angel towards you throughout this whole thing, brought your firstborn to your chest gently, placing the child there with so much care.

you, yourself, had felt your eyes begin to well with tears. there was your baby.

"here she is~" your nurse said softly, with a knowing smile, for she knew this was how you and omar wanted to find out the gender.

that was all it took for omar to smile an even bigger smile against your skin, his breaths shaky alongside yours as he cried with you, as you two found out the gender of your firstborn in the most natural way.

no commodified, suspenseful event that could have been held at an earlier date, raising the question of pink or blue...

...just you and your husband, relishing in whatever answer it was going to be, at the one moment of insurmountable excitement and sentimentality.

"she." omar whispered. you looked through your eyes that were already squinted for you wept joyously, and there graced the most adorable smile across his face.

you didn't say anything. you knew you didn't have to say anything because this was bliss... it was as if all the pain and hardship you had to endure for these months were all worth it. because to you, they were.

you felt omar kiss your forehead, and then your lips, just as delicately as the backs of his fingers grazed your cheek repeatedly as he spoke softly;

"she's perfect."

you could swear both your heart and well as omar's had broke in the most positive, miraculous way possible for the fact that this was all really happening had hit you guys as new parents.

everyone member of your little family in that room was crying, and that was a beautiful thing.

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enough time had passed for you and omar to now find yourselves in that golden hour. the first quiet, beautiful moment you could share with your baby girl. afternoon sun was streaming through the sheer drapes of the room, and the sound of the three of you's breathing and occasional soft spoken words filled the room.

omar never left you and baby's side, nor did his eyes ever leave yours or hers. the gaze that his rich brown eyes held flitted between you and the precious child that lay asleep on your chest.

"habibti, look at our little angel..." omar said in a light tone, in complete awe.

"i'm looking, my love. she's sweeter than i could have ever imagined."

omar got up on the lightest of footsteps to shift the armchair he was sitting in even closer to you, careful not to make even a slight sound... his eyes widening even with each step he'd take, for he didn't want to wake the baby up.

he sat back down, sighing as he drank in the sight of you, his beloved wife, with his daughter who was nothing short of perfect, fast asleep on your chest in your arms.

omar's gaze softened as he brought out his hand in a slow, reverent motion towards the baby, giving a featherlight touch to her teeny little fingers.

you pouted. he was already the cutest dad ever.

"hi, my beautiful girl. it's me... baba." omar said in a hushed voice, taking in the baby's tiny little features... already trying to figure out which ones she inherited from who. the fact that he referred to himself as "dad" in arabic made your heart warm up even more intensely.

it wasn't long after a little pause... that omar quietly sniffled, both of you guys' tears falling freely now. all because of the lovely, innocent little baby girl you guys created together, that he was overjoyed to finally be meeting.

"y/n..." he started, as he tilted his head to look at you. "you did so perfect. you brought us such a little angel."

the emotions were too much to bear as you tried to add some lightheartedness to the situation, as you rolled your eyes with playful intent. "omaaarrr-"

"my love, it's the truth. i give you all the credit. all my praise..."

was it so that omar loved you so much... that you were given the greatest sense of security in his affirmations? his affirmations that let you know that you and all you've had to endure are worth more than gold... that let you know it's only you in his life he wants to create such treasure with.

you barely had to search omar's eyes and lovestruck demeanour to know what he really wanted to live out... what he'd been waiting to do ever since having found out he'd be a father.

"would you like to hold her, my love?"

you gently retracted your hands that were draped over the little child on your chest, and omar - stunned, but so enamoured, made the gentle move. ensuring to support her fragile neck, he slipped one of his large hands underneath, the other gently lifting the rest of her.

slowly, steadily, he brought his little daughter up to his chest, cradling her in the safe and secure embrace that emanated from his arms.

"welcome, my sweet girl... i see you're having a lovely nap~" he whispered to the baby, in a voice so soft that only you and him could hear.

"i promise to protect you forever. baba loves you."

he leant in closer... listening attentively to the little child's soft breaths. the first of many she would take throughout the course of her life, which omar is so excited to guide her through.

you giggled as you took in this moment that was a first for omar. he was terrified, but ultimately enchanted. he looked back up at you with the sweetest of smiles, admiring the way you glowed after bringing your little one into the world...

he watched as you brought our your hand slowly to touch your sleeping daughter's cheek with a single finger ever so softly, then looked back at her before he continued to speak.

"and that's your mama, angel. she's the bravest woman i know."

"awww, omar."

"and you're gonna grow up to be so brave and beautiful like her~"

the rest of the day was much like this. quiet and solemn, the only noise being you and your husband's whispers of love and the adorable coos of your newborn.

you took notice of the beauty in the littlest of things.

the way omar would count the baby's little fingers.

the way omar would whisper little lullabies in arabic, which soothed you just as well as it soothed the baby.

the way omar would stroke your hair and watch the scene before him, as you closed your eyes in peace as you allowed your baby to latch onto you and gently feed for the first time.

the way omar carefully settled into the bed so that you could share that first ever cuddle the three of you all at once, the baby nestled safely and cutely in between the two of you, supported in you guy's arms.

so many lovely little "firsts."

after just revelling in the beautiful silence, your hearing was graced with omar's luscious egyptian accent as he spoke;

"y/n... you know, i've never felt so vulnerable and strong at once...

...i feel so protective of this little girl that's only been here for a couple of hours...

...yet she owns my whole heart already."

you smiled, trying to fight the stinging of tears in your eyes once again. "you're so cute, babe. it's like she's stealing your heart more than i did."

"who knows, habibti~" omar lovingly joked, his eyes still glassy with emotion.

you laughed a soft laugh, as omar rested his forehead against yours, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.

"thank you for this miracle, y/n." he whispered, looking at you, then down at you guys' newborn daughter who slept soundly in your arms.

the commitment in his voice. in his eyes. in the outpour of his heart. in the way he vowed to persevere as a father, and help you through it all as a mother... it let you know something that no other revelation in the world could let you know.

this was just the beginning of something - no, someone, that you and omar promise to cherish...

...as long as the two of you live.

and he sealed that promise as he snuggled into you, also acknowledging his little one right there as you held her... holding onto her teensy hand.

"my girls. forever my reasons to live."

[paucubarsisimp]

hey bae congrats on completing ur exams for the time being 🩵🩵

shall i kindly request: may u write smth fluffy abt omar marmoush where reader keeps finding cute love notes that hes been slipping her throughout the day sneakily? 🥹🙏🏻

sneaky love notes

pairing: omar marmoush x reader

summary: in which you keep finding love notes left by your bf

warnings: none, fluff

tagged: @slavicprincess1966

a/n: tysm ml <33, i hope you like this!!

you woke up with the usual rush—work, errands, coffee. everything felt pretty normal, until you reached the kitchen and spotted a little note on the counter. it was folded neatly, just waiting for you to read.

you opened it and smiled softly.

��good morning, love. hope today’s as sweet as your smile. i’ll be thinking of you all day. - omar”

you pressed the note to your chest for a second, then slipped it into your bag. even on busy mornings, omar found a way to make your day better. you couldn’t help but feel lucky.

by midday, you were buried in work, typing away at your desk. when you reached for your phone, there was another note sitting under it. you picked it up and laughed quietly.

“i’m pretty sure you’re the best thing about my day. just wanted to remind you. - omar”

you couldn’t help it. you folded the note carefully and slipped it into your jacket pocket, already anticipating whatever sweet surprise would come next.

around lunch, you stepped outside for a quick break. as you stood by your car, you noticed something on the windshield. another note.

“i know you’re busy, but don’t forget to breathe. i can’t wait to see you later. – omar”

you shook your head with a soft smile. seriously, how did he know exactly what to say? the little notes were starting to pile up, and each one was making your heart feel a little fuller.

by the time the workday ended, you were feeling the weight of everything. as you walked to your car, a crumpled note was tucked inside your door handle. you reached for it, already smiling before even reading it.

“i hope your day was as good as you make me feel every day. i love you. – omar”

it was like he had a sixth sense for when you needed a little reminder of how loved you were. you read the note a few times before tucking it into your purse, feeling lighter than before.

when you finally got home, you were about to relax and forget about the day. but when you opened the door, you saw a small envelope on the kitchen table. you picked it up, carefully opened it, and read the note inside.

“no matter how far away i am, no matter how busy i get, i’ll always make time to remind you how much you mean to me. – omar”

you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. how was it possible for him to be this sweet? you held the note close to your chest, letting the warmth of his words settle in.

just then, the front door opened, and omar walked in, grinning at you. “i see you found my notes,” he said, his eyes full of mischief.

“you really think you can sneak these around and not make me fall more in love with you?” you teased, walking over to him.

he chuckled, pulling you into his arms. “it’s not a secret anymore, huh?”

you shook your head, laughing softly. “not even a little. but i don’t mind. i love you so much, omar.”

“good,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “because i’m gonna keep doing it. every day.”

you smiled and kissed him back, already feeling the warmth of his affection surrounding you. as much as he loved scoring goals on the pitch, he always seemed to know the right words to make your heart score every time.

[ladymarycrawley]

Cinnamon roll craving- John Stones

Yeah so I guess that's my writing comeback!

It's not that good but let's say this express the mood I've been in in the last couple of days 🙃

Warning: mentions of smut

Tag list: @johnstonesfc @prideofpd @stonesyy

"I'm craving a cinnamon roll”

That was the craving you woke up with after sharing a nap on the sofa with your boyfriend. 

You brought his hand to your lips and bit his thumb affectionately.

“Do I taste like a cinnamon roll?”

“Yep, kinda”

“That's not what I wanted to hear” He chuckled, his voice still raspy due to the nap he just woken up from.

He got up then, standing up in front of the sofa and stretching his tired limbs out.

While doing so his t-shirt lifted up, letting his chiseled and flat belly peek out. He surely wasn't a cinnamon roll but he looked like one to you, a sweet one you would have really liked to taste.

“That must be the shower gel Kyle lent me…”

“Why does Kyle have a cinnamon shower gel?” You asked all giggly. 

“Don't know, wouldn't be surprised if he took it from his children”

“He got the wrong family, imagine picking out the wrong shower gel”

John rolled his eyes, hearing that dig you just took at his best friend. 

You sat up straight on the sofa to get closer to your standing boyfriend. 

“Let me take a bite”

John curved his lips in a smirk. His eyes started studying your features which he knew by heart: that brightness in your eyes that well reflected the slyness of your words. Your open mouth that was waiting for his finger, smiling because of that interaction.

His thumb softly rubbed the corner where your bottom lip met the upper one, indulging over the lower one.

Your eyes locked with his in a stare that conveyed all the feelings behind that banter that went from playfulness to lust.

Your lips closed, trapping his thumb between them. A spontaneous, almost inaudible moan, left his lips the moment when the tip of your tongue came in contact with his finger.

You swirled it around before hollowing your cheeks, starting to suck on it.

John really liked that view of you sucking on his finger so passionately. That gesture was the perfect example of something that started as a pretty innocent thing that was soon turning into something pretty hot.

When you closed your eyes to savour his skin as you were really tasting that cinnamon roll you were craving that afternoon, you bit on it, playful bites that made John's member twitch. 

“For fuck's sake…”

You smiled and placed a tiny kiss on top of his finger before letting it out of your mouth.

“It really tastes like a cinnamon roll”

John walked closer to you, forcing you to tilt your head back in order to keep eye contact with him.

“Do you wanna taste something else?”

John wasn’t the type of guy who used to dirty talk to you but when he did he took you to another planet, the planet where you could act without restraint. 

“Is that something as tasty as your finger?”

“You tell me”

You giggled and got up, trying to erase the practically nonexistent distance between the two of you by pressing your forehead against his and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I have something quite tasty you may like as well” You purred on his lips, moaning a little when he made you feel the boner you were causing him. 

“Mhh guess what you have tastes like heaven” His raspy voice suggests into your ear, squeezing your butt.

“You tell me”

John smirked while biting your cheek and slapped where he just squeezed as a motion to tell you to go upstairs. 

“Wait a sec” You left him to go and take something from the kitchen, leaving him with a questioning look.

“Think we should try these delights with a spray of whipped cream”

[2-fast-2-curious]

Hi sweetie :) hopefully you get to this request eventually ! I hope you’re doing well, first off<3

I was wondering if maybe you would be able to post a M4F audio for Ruben Dias:) he’s just so sexy to me omg lol

thank yoouuu 🍃

It's been a long time coming but...It's you and me, that's my whole world

[M4F] I Wish I Could Drive You Crazy With The Sound Of My Voice

[Kissing] [Licking Pussy] [Blowjob] [Swallowing Cum] [Female Orgasm]

Creator Reddit: u/Chckpnt_Charlie

[thewrongblues]

please be real please be real please be real please-

[guardioland]

imagine: sugar daddy pep guardiola

[theturtlebappe]

⚽🔵 Julian Alvarez and Erling Haaland 💙 ⚽

[alianwer]

مشاهدة مباراة مانشستر سيتي اليوم

يلا شوت بلس | Yalla shoot أهم مباريات اليوم جوال بث مباشر بدون تقطيع

[cityzenchick]

This pic is giving me fanfic feels ....... Phil's sad eyes ...... Erling's hands on his face ..... Josko's look of concern ....... 🥲

[cityzenchick]

Glad it's a Norwegian fjord it was filmed in Erling as you certainly wouldn't want to do this in the Manchester Ship Canal would you @treblebluesblog? ☺️ 💙

Erling Haaland teamed up with renowned photographer David Yarrow for a photoshoot in a Norwegian fjord.

[12amintoronto]

𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ... omar marmoush x reader 📖🩵

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wc: 1.5k

synopsis: you're in the midst of your final exams for the school year, and you're totally locked into your books and notes... but your boyfriend omar is craving your love and attention big time.

contents: absolute fluff, sfw, female uni student reader (any major), established bf/gf, clingy omar, did i mention fluff? like way too sweet fluff?

notes: its finals season here at uoft and all across the ends of the earth - tysm for the request anon and may the lord accompany u all in your studies 🩵🩵

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finals season - where you felt your strength and determination for all that you do in school... letting you know that all of the work that you've been so committed to has been paying off. with each note you look, and each bit of knowledge you gained, you were a step closer to that degree with your very name on it.

you decided that you try and make the most out of this exam season - and you set up your spaces for studying in a way that would make cramming for your upcoming exams almost joyous, relaxing, and self-fulfilling.

and of course, nothing else brought you more peace than the comfort of you and your boyfriend omar's home.

you cosied up at the kitchen island, lights set warm, with a variety of your books, your laptop, along with your memo book, the pages inside decorated with the handwriting and highlighter designs that were so unique to you, writing about disciplines of all sorts. you made yourself a tea which you sipped momentarily, and wore one of omar's hoodies which was much too big on you. the one that he always softens when faced with the sight of you wearing it.

your eyes flitted between all of your course materials, and your mind was at work. it felt almost as if you were programmed for all things final exam related in this very moment for you were so focused. it was the romanticism that you could get out of studying that made it an enjoyable experience.

as you were in the middle of creating a glossary for your history elective class, you could hear footsteps, none other than omar's, slowly padding your way. he had just finished engaging in a bit of active recovery, as it was much needed after the intense match that he played - scored a goal - and won at the etihad just the other day, hosting leicester.

you looked up from beneath your lashes as omar walked around the kitchen island to face right across from you.

it was undeniable that he was looking good... and you could tell that he was feeling himself. his top? gone. it left you looking at all the gorgeous footballer muscle that he had from the hips up. he was just a little bit glowy from sweat, and his goatee looked so crisp.

"habibti~" omar chimed softly, titling his head similar to the way a puppy just wanting some attention would.

"hi, baby." you replied, estimatingly giving him only a quarter of the attention that he was hoping for. you didn't know fully just yet how clingy he was about to become, though. "how was your workout?"

omar leant forward, closer to you as he lowered his elbows down onto the kitchen countertop, resting his forearms there, taut from the lighter yet substantial weightlifting he had been doing.

"it was good. did some stretching, just a little bit of weights. some curls too - i know how much you love my arms, sweetie."

you scoffed playfully at his cockiness, which came off smooth as always. you looked up at him just a second more before you brought your attention back to your studying.

omar, on the other hand, pouted. if your eyes weren't on your course materials, but on him, then you'd be folding already, for he looked too cute doing it.

he pushed up off of the countertop before walking halfway around its perimeter to finally meet you. "how's my smart girl?"

"i'm doing very well."

"mmm... so studious" he whispered like a prayer softly, already snaking his arms around your waist. "mind taking a break for your man?"

you sighed, knowing that for omar, this was about to be a battle for your attention - you could sense trouble.

you shook your head softly, not wanting to come out of your full academic weapon mode. "i'm really focused right now, baby. i promise we'll spend me and you time today, though."

he let out a quiet groan, wishing that he could just have his way with you. it was time he'd set out on this mission for his girl's attention.

omar squeezed your hip softly before his hands left your sides, as he walked on over to the other side of the kitchen to pour himself a refreshing glass of ice water. once he had it poured up and in hand, he took a sip and licked his lips before setting his glass down on the island gently before leaning right beside you.

"don't you miss me, sweetheart?" he said in a soft voice, making puppy eyes at you. it was a shame that you were so focused that you didn't notice.

"of course i do. just one more page, okay?"

omar rolled his eyes subtly, for he still wasn't finished making a fuss about wanting your attention.

as far as you had all these exams and tests to prepare for, he was so hung up on the fact that it was his patience being tested the greatest.

he had just the trick in his mind, though. he was so sure it would work - so he shifted even closer to where you were sitting.

"say one of your smart sentences to me, habibti. i love it when you explain things."

you actually didn't think twice about it, for "teaching" another person about a subject you were focusing on was in fact a way that you found helped you study. you began to go on about the 17th century england's exclusion crisis... whigs and tories... things of all sorts in that period of time. he nodded along, until he leant in to kiss your cheek.

it made you giggle, but you shook your head. "let me finish, though~"

omar played innocent, as if he didn't just make that attempt to steal away your attention.

you continued to eloquently explain the historical ordeal, omar couldn't help but be so enamoured. it's one of his favourite things about you, how smart you are. not just the fact that he thinks you're very smart, but that he believes you're one of the smartest people he has ever known.

and while you continued, getting to an important point in the summary of the history you were trying to explain...

...he dipped his head to kiss your neck.

"omar."

he pulled away reluctantly. "babyyy... i'm just... encouraging your brain! you know...? i heard that kisses really spur one's mind..."

"yeah, spur one's mind to other places, that is." you muttered. once again, you turned your attention back to your studying, your nose practically in the books.

omar was hopeless. he laid his head on your shoulder and allowed him arms to loop around your waist, hugging you from behind even tighter than before. "habibti, pleaseee. you've been working so hard."

"because i want to do well."

"my love, you already impress me every day."

your heart warmed in the best way possible as omar told you that. you tried to hide from him, turning your face towards your studying, but omar wasn't stopping. he buried his face into your neck, practically whining.

"i'm so proud of you, you're the best student," he began before pleading, "a break. just five minutes. please?"

you were hesitant at first, but his cuteness was only weakening you... and your concern for studying was fading all because of your boyfriend's cuteness. you thought it couldn't get any better until the quietest words hit you in that egyptian accent.

"...please, my smart girl?"

your fingers gently reached for the seam of your laptop's screen before closing it down with a careful motion. omar's face lit up, and he smiled. it wasn't long before he scooped you up into his arms easily and brought you to the sofa in the living room, laying down with you... pulling a blanket over the both of your bodies while pulling you into his chest for a cuddle, nuzzling your hair.

you playfully protested, "but baby, i'm going to fall asleep like this-"

"shhh..." he murmured, reaching to softly stroke some stray strands of hair away from your face. "just recharge a little..."

tucked away into omar's loving arms, he was right after all. your mind needs a break... and what better way to spend a break with your sweet omar?

laying there with him really reinforced the gratitude you always had instilled within you. not just for the fact that you're getting such an amazing education, but that you have the sweetest, most loving and caring support system - your man, omar.

"i'll always compete with the world to have you, habibti...

...but never will i stop cheering for you."

you could feel his beard gently tickle your cheek as he smiled against it after speaking. your heart was full and so was his.

these cuddles with omar were what the rest of the evening into the night entailed... and you love it.

you, the independent beauty with brains... the ultimate weakness to your baller of a boyfriend.

[paucubarsisimp]

hey bae hope alls well and i gots a REQUEST since i noticed ur post from earlier saying u will take some willingly 🥹🙏🏻🩵

imagine of omar marmoush where reader is playing dress up with him, picking fits for him from his wardrobe because he is particularly indecisive on what to wear for their date night that day 🩵🩵🩵 i thought it would be so fitting bc hes such a fashion guyy

wardrobe crisis

pairing: omar marmoush x reader

summary: in which omar can’t pick what to wear

warnings: none

tagged: @slavicprincess1966, @barcapix, @universefcb, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: i hope you like it love! 💋

it was a quiet saturday afternoon, and you were looking forward to your date with omar . after a week of hectic schedules and endless commitments, you two finally had some time to yourselves. the plan was simple—dinner at a new, cozy restaurant you both had been meaning to try. just a night to relax and enjoy each other’s company.

you were in the living room, putting on a bit of makeup when you heard the faint sound of omar’s voice coming from the bedroom. curious, you wandered down the hallway to find him standing in front of his wardrobe, holding up two shirts and staring at them like they were the most complicated decision he’d ever faced. his clothes were scattered all around the room, creating a mess only someone who didn’t want to admit they couldn’t choose would leave.

you leaned against the doorframe, trying not to laugh. “omar, what’s going on in here?”

he looked up at you with a helpless expression, clearly frustrated. “habibti, i’m having a crisis,” he sighed dramatically, letting the shirts fall to the floor. “i can’t decide what to wear. do i go casual? do i dress up? i just want to look good for our date.”

you walked into the room, surveying the chaos around him. “you’re telling me you can’t pick an outfit?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “you play football in front of thousands of people every week, and now you’re overthinking this?”

he shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. “yeah, but it’s different when it’s for you. i want to look nice… for you.”

your heart melted at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. “alright, alright. i got you,” you said with a teasing smile. “let me pick something for you. but you have to trust me.”

omar laughed, clearly relieved. “i trust you, habibti,” he said, giving you a wink. “you always know what’s best.”

you walked over to his closet, pulling out a pair of dark jeans, a fitted white shirt, and a sleek black jacket. you tossed them onto the bed, looking at omar with a confident nod. “this will do the trick. simple but classy. you’ll look perfect.”

omar eyed the outfit with some doubt. “it looks… simple,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “is that too much, though?”

“no,” you said, shaking your head. “it’s perfect. trust me, you don’t need anything flashy. you’re already a catch.”

he smiled, a little more reassured. “alright, i’ll go with it. thank you.”

after a quick shower, omar came out, dressed in the outfit you’d chosen. he looked effortlessly handsome. the dark jeans fit just right, and the white shirt made his skin glow. the black jacket added a polished touch without being too much, and his hair was styled to perfection, just messy enough to look like he hadn’t tried at all.

you couldn’t help but stare for a moment. “well?” he asked, spinning around for you. “how do i look?”

you walked over to him, letting your gaze linger for a second before answering, “perfect. i think i made a good choice.”

omar chuckled, his smile widening. “you always do, habibti.”

he reached for your hand, and you both headed out the door, walking into the quiet evening. the drive to the restaurant was easy, the air crisp with a slight chill, and the streets were less crowded than usual, making everything feel more intimate. as you walked into the cozy, dimly-lit restaurant, you immediately felt the stress of the week melt away. it was just the two of you, in your own little world.

“i’m really glad we’re doing this,” omar said as you sat down at your table, his voice soft and genuine. he reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “i feel like we’ve both been running non-stop lately.”

you squeezed his hand, smiling at him. “me too. i think sometimes we forget to just be with each other, you know? life gets so busy.”

he nodded, his gaze softening. “yeah. it’s easy to get lost in everything else. but when i’m with you, everything feels… right.”

you leaned forward slightly, your voice barely above a whisper. “you make everything feel right, omar.”

he smiled warmly, his fingers brushing lightly over yours. “you’re too sweet, habibti.”

the night passed effortlessly, filled with laughter, easy conversation, and plenty of moments where it felt like the world had stopped just for the two of you. the meal was delicious, but it didn’t matter much to either of you—the evening was all about being together. you talked about everything: your dreams, your favorite movies, funny stories from childhood, and even some deeper things about the future.

as you finished dessert, omar leaned back in his chair, looking at you thoughtfully. “you know, it’s these moments that i miss when things get hectic,” he said, his voice quieter now. “just time with you. no pressure. no expectations.”

you nodded, the warmth of the evening filling you up. “i know what you mean. it’s easy to forget how important these moments are when everything’s moving so fast.”

omar smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “we need to make more of these moments. promise me?”

you grinned, squeezing his hand. “promise.”

when the meal was over, you both took a slow stroll through the quiet streets, hand in hand, the evening air cool against your skin. as you reached the apartment building, omar stopped and pulled you into a hug, holding you close for a moment longer than usual.

“thank you for tonight,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “it was perfect.”

you smiled against his chest, wrapping your arms around him tighter. “anytime, omar. anytime.”

the night ended quietly, just the two of you—together, as it should be.

[ladymarycrawley]

The man of my dreams - John Stones

Request: requested by my smutty and nasty mind

Warning: SMUT smut smut (the gif is pretty self explanatory)

Tag list: @masonxomount , @johnstonesfc, @prideofpd, @kathb59 (not on my tag list but I thought you might interested), @chelsealover

John was chilling on your bed as you walked around in just your knickers, keeping your hands to your chest, to cover your naked boobs.

That sight didn't go unnoticed to your boyfriend who looked up at you scanning your figure with his eyes, taking it all in.

"This isn't fair of you"

"What?"

"Walking around naked"

He looked genuinely frustrated, sulking.You smirked and shook your head.

"I was about to take a shower but I forgot to take my underwear"

When he got up he leaned down for a kiss, a loving but hungry kiss. You body was adhering perfectly to his, the pressure of your naked tits against the soft cotton of his light gray t-shirt caused a little moan to escape his lips. 

It was at that moment you realised a totally unintentional gesture as walking around your house practically naked soon turned into something quite provocative and hot.

John's hands rested on your hips, softly brushing your fluffy skin as he let his thumbs under the side of your panties.

You soon switched your roles as you became the horny one. When your other half's lips parted from yours, you threw your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss rather desperately.

"Come take a shower with me…this pussy needs you" You whined with no shame at all.

You woke up all of a sudden, panting. The wetness between your legs just gave you further confirmation of what the dream you just had was about (as if you needed any ulterior proof). 

You glanced towards John’s body resting by your side as a part of you wanted to jump on him and put into practice what your subconscious just showed you but the other thought it wouldn’t have been appropriate and it was best if you left things as they were and tried to go back to sleep.

Putting your mind to rest in order to get back to sleep seemed harder than ever, as you couldn’t stop replaying the evocative images you dreamed of.

It was now four hours since you started tossing and turning in your bed and it was time for you to accept you wouldn’t have gotten the lost sleep back, as a thudding headache was starting to form

As you first put your feet on the ground, the cold wooden floor reminded you you wouldn’t have find the perfect combination of comfort and the warmth provided by John’s body and the soft duvet wrapping you nowhere else in the house (nor in the world) and that thought brought a grimace of pain to your lips.

That wince soon turned into a smile when your tired eyes fell on your boyfriend still deep in his sleep: his angelic appearance literally drove you crazy as he looked so cute but also so irresistible as well, making you feel a slight sense of frustration (well, after that dream that kept you up almost all night it was impossible not to feel frustrated).

You put on your big pile vest before going downstairs, where the sight of the Christmas tree together with all the other decorations you and John put around the house some days earlier, warmed your heart. It also served you as a reminder that you still had some presents left to buy and you huffed, switching on the heating as well as your laptop to deal with that formality while having breakfast.

The warmth of the black coffee you were sipping from your favourite mug caused a jolt down your spine, a pleasurable one but not as good as the one John’s lips provoked when he pressed them against the nape of your neck as a form of greeting.

Your focused pout evolved into a smile once again that morning: feeling his touch on your skin was the best sensation ever to you, the only person whose touch would never annoy you.

“Hey” You whispered over your shoulder.

“Good morning” His eyes were still half closed and swollen with sleep and you couldn’t help but press a tender peck on the bridge of his nose.

“You woke up quite early for someone who’s on her day off” He grumbled, stretching his back and long arms, before walking past the stove.

“Yeah erm I couldn’t sleep very well”

“How come?”

“No idea…” The thought of the real reason behind your early wake up caused you to blush as you tried to hide the nervous laugh that was about to leave your mouth behind your mug. Your eyes lingering on his body, on the perfect curve of his bum,on the outline of his bicep peeking out of his short sleeved t-shirt as well as his tattoos gracing his skin, made it even harder for you to resist and a sigh immediately came out of your mouth. 

It didn’t go unnoticed to John who gave you a questioning look.

“What’s that? What are you hiding?”

“Nothing, I have nothing to hide from you” You smiled, looking back at the computer screen before you.

He didn’t buy your poor acting performance and he was determined to find out the truth behind your weird demeanour.

“Come on, tell me what’s happening”

“Nope babe, everything’s okay”

“You had a nightmare?”

“No, not really…”

John bent over you in what should have been an intimidating posture in his mind but it only made you cheeks turn crimson and your heart beat faster.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, bending backwards against the back of the chair as his tall figure was now towering over you.

“You leave me no choice other than punishing you”

Oh what a pity, the man you had been thirsting over for the whole night was threatening to punish you…dreams do come true, if you believe hard enough.

You bit on your lower lip and slowly undid your robe’s belt, without looking away from John’s eyes.

“I’m ready”

He definitely liked the direction things were taking, he was quite pleased with it actually, but he was just playing, being a tease as usual. 

You realised it when he smirked and got away from you, leaving an innocent kiss on your forehead. 

To say he let you down was an understatement, was he really there only to play with your deepest needs??

“That’s all?? A kiss on the forehead was your punishment?”

John turned around and looked at you, his head slightly bent on the side.

He gently nibbled at your finger before sucking on it, savouring what you just offered him.

Without losing eye contact with him, you spread your legs and pushed a finger underneath your panties to move it through your folds. Your dream mixed with the interaction that was taking place was enough to make you wet already.

You slowly got up to walk to where he was and stood right in front of him. The lust in your eyes said it all and the gesture that followed was just a further proof of it: you rubbed your finger, sticky with your wetness, over John’s lower lip so he could taste how bad your craving of him was.

“I guess my breakfast is almost ready…”

You both smirked as John lowered down his head to press a trail of kisses that started from your jaw down to your neck.

You giggled and let him take control of the situation, going for the next steps.

He lifted you up to place your body on the kitchen counter you usually used as a table or as a countertop so you could sit on it. Strangely to say it was a place you never had sex on with John and the newness of it all made it even more exciting, giving chills down your spine.

The hiss you whispered as the cool marble came in contact with your hot skin made your boyfriend giggle and it was the only moment he let go of your skin. 

He smirked at you before spreading your legs so he could stand in between. 

His kisses were burning hot as he went on taking off your clothes without any hesitation, being particularly grateful that he only had to get rid of your pajamas’ top as your night equipment didn’t include any bra. 

His white t-shirt followed the lilac night robe on the floor as it already left your body moments ago, when you showed him what your plans were. 

The sight of his bare chest drew a grin to your lips. His god-like body always made your mouth water, especially that time that your excitement was peaking.

He sucked on the left one, brushing his warm tongue left and right before tugging on it with his teeth. 

John firmly pressed his hands on your hips to pull you towards him in order for his tongue to give some attention to your chest

You whimpered as you felt his lips around your nipples that soon got as hard as the marble you were sitting on.

The level of arousement in you was getting higher and higher and the familiar knot forming at the pit of your stomach was starting to form.

“Yes” The feeble mumble that left your mouth, followed by your hand in his hair, spurred him on as your boyfriend shifted his attention to the other nipple.

His torture was gentle but ruthless at the same time and he wasn't giving your mind time to process everything that was happening in that kitchen.

When he was done, his mouth left your upper body to move down and brush soft kisses on every inch of your exposed skin.

What he left behind were the signs of his passage which consisted of red marks and shiny spots caused by his warm spit. He could have covered your whole body with those signs and you wouldn’t have put up any resistance.

That man could have done anything, whatever crossed his mind to your body.

John stopped when he felt your fingers wrapping around his wrist and he lifted up his head to take a look at your face.

“This pussy needs you” That sentence you moaned was the exact same one you said in your dream last night as that expressed your needs in the most accurate way possible.

“Getting there, baby girl…” He pressed a kiss, one on each of your inner thighs “...show me where do you want me”

You gently guided his hand where you needed him the most, pushing it inside your panties and you gasped: the warmth his fingers were radiating brought a whimper to your mouth and a tremble to your legs, feeling as if your knees were about to fail you.

He whimpered when his pads came in contact with your juices. Your wetness was evident to his touch and he couldn’t help but be satisfied with it: even after all that time, he still had that effect on you and it was priceless to him.

“So wet already…” He groaned, biting on his bottom lip. John gave a quick stroke to your clit before taking his hand out of your underwear to bring his index and middle finger to brush over your still covered folds in a slow but intense motion.

It was then the turn of his thumb to test the waters as he applied a pleasurable pressure against your clit, moving it in circular motions while doing so. A desperate whimper left your mouth as he did that.

“You like it, don’t you?”

You nodded as his hand job was forbidding words to come out of your mouth. 

Desperate, high-pitched moans became the only form you could express yourself with.

John gave a quick glance at you before kneeling down to press a couple of soft kisses below your belly button. His eyes were closed and his lips felt like feathers against your skin and you placed your left foot over his shoulder.

“Yes babe”

Another quick glance right before he kissed your still covered but damp pussy.

You were now fully ready to have him fucking you: you were ridicolously wet and you couldn’t help but moving your left hand in circular motion over your clit, the squeaky sound of your wetness mixed with your ragged breathing being the soundtrack of the moment.

He moved your slip to the side and, as soon as you felt his plumpy lips close to your core, you knew they were gonna take the palace of your hand: he kneeled down and placed both of his hands on your thighs to keep them open for him to eat you out without any problem. 

At first he helped himself to have full access to it by opening your folds with his thumbs. He gave it a first, raw lick there as if to give you a preview of what was waiting for you. Then he positioned himself in a more comfortable position and started moving his lips against your pussy so passionately. He was sucking on your bud and parting your folds with his tongue, his tip frantically teasing your skin down there. 

God he was good at eating you out, it was never enough for you. You started bucking your hips against his mouth as the urge to feel his tongue deeper and deeper inside of you was insatiable. He moved his tongue from down to up, making it each time faster

He kept alternating those motions encouraged by your heavy breaths and also added some husky moans that sent you over the moon.

He was perfect and everything he did as well.

A loud pop was what made you wince, meaning he broke the contact with the most secret part of you that he knew like the back of his hand by then.

“So perfect…” He breathed out, looking at your wetness and pressing his lips to it another time. He now brought his index close to your mouth and you liked it, a lot. But it was too soon to make you cum and it wasn’t the way he wanted it to happen.

John got up and gently pushed his erection inside of you, causing your mouth to form an O shape while feeling every inch of him filling you.

In a romantic spark, John leaned himself forward so his body would adhere perfectly to yours and brushed his lips against yours, while waiting for you to adjust to his big cock.

The man started with gentle but deep thrusts that touched every single corner of your walls, making you yearn for more.

He left a small peck at the corner of your mouth before pulling himself up and speeding up his moves.

The incoherent sounds coming from your throat were getting louder and higher as the sweat drops adorning his abs perfectly matched the heat of the moment as well as his stamina.

He pressed his hand on your stomach as if to feel his dick pumping into you and you kept moaning and holding onto him, touching his neck and moving your shaky fingers up and down his back.

“Yes yes yes” You squealed as John hit your most sensitive spot while fucking you mercilessly. His pushes were making you see stars almost literally as your vision got blurred and tiny, dark dots started to form before your eyes.

He decided adding some more pressure could have been a good idea so he synchronised his pushes with his fingers: he slid down the hand pressed on your stomach to brush its palm over your clit, before letting his thumb do the work.

His finger's motion was as fast as the one of his pelvis, you thought you were about to pass out. Your boyfriend gasped when he lowered his gaze to where your bodies were connected and saw your juices starting to coat his member. It was irresistible and one of the hottest things he ever saw.

“Babe I - I'm cl-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as a loud groan from John anticipated what you were going to say. He was close too but wanted you to cum first so he gave his all for the final thrusts and your hand joined his once again, both your fingers brushing against your swollen clitoris. 

The orgasm washed over you, culminating in a loud whimper and it was so strong he left you shaking.

Once he met his purpose, John slowed down, placed a kiss on your thigh stretched against his left shoulder, and released his load inside of you, spattering the last drops of his seed on our lower stomach.

You were both panting messes, trying to recover from one of the best sex sessions you ever had.

You were still there with your eyes closed, still a bit shaky and trying to catch your breath while he opened his eyes to catch sight of his cum coming out of your vagina: the sight of it made him bite on his lower lip and pick it up for you to taste it. It was the perfect mixture of both of your juices and it tasted like heaven.

“Haven't you had enough, want some more?” He asked hoarsely as he enjoyed the view of you sucking on his thumb as it was the sweetest lollipop you ever tried.

You sat up on the table, keeping his body between your legs.

“Can't have enough of you” You breathed out with a raspy voice, looking intensely into his eyes while swirling your tongue around his finger.

John smirked and squeezed your love handle with his free hand.

“You know what?”

“Mhh?”

“You had your breakfast but I didn’t have mine…” You naughtily suggested as he sat down on the chair before you. “...and I’m hungry…”

You hopped off the counter to go and open the fridge, under the curious look of the City defender, who smirked when you wiggled the whipped cream as a hint of what you had in mind.

John’s smirk was a reflection of yours and it kept getting bigger as you walked closer to where he was.

“So naughty…” He slurred against your cheek before leaving a playful bite on it.

“Spray it wherever you want” Your offer sounded too inviting not to take it literally: he grabbed the can from your hands and your nipples got smeared with the white cream that came out of it.  

It soon disappeared thanks to his tongue that licked it off, making you moan with satisfaction.

He did the same to your buttcheek, biting on your soft but toned skin and winning a laugh from you.

“You cheeky boy!”

“You said wherever I wanted!” He giggled and slapped your bum before giving other small bites here and there.

“Okay enough, my turn now!” 

You sprayed it all over his chest and gave him a kinky look before letting your tongue travel over his upper body: the first thing your mouth touched were his nipples, now covered with the sweet cream. Your kisses left white trails along his chest that lead to his pelvis, the part you would use to eat your breakfast. You sprayed the whipped cream over his tip to pounce on it seconds after, to satisfy the hunger you had for him.

Your mouth perfectly wrapped around his shaft, as it was meant to be there around him. The motion of your head bobbing up and down guided his deep moans and spurred you to go forward. Your spit, that served as lube, got mixed with the cream and with his precum and tickled your taste buds in an unusual combination.

You stuck your tongue out for him to lick the new mixture off it too. In the heat of the moment he grabbed your face firmly which inevitably led to a messy kiss where your tongues engaged in a fight to show who was the stronger one.

That fight got so hectic you straddled him to kiss him better being in a more comfortable position. 

John tied your hair with his hand and tugged on them so your face leaned backwards and he had full access to your neck that he could bite and kiss the way he pleased.

“You know what would be good right now?” He huskily asked into your ear, leaving a kiss behind it.

“A shower?”

“Good girl”

"You're the man of my dreams" You meant every single word of that sentence, he was constantly on your mind as your dreams suggested.

He smiled against your lips as you kissed him sweetly, your hands wrapped around his neck.

"Speaking of dreams...what happened last night?"

You led him upstairs where your big bathroom was. You grabbed his hand as if you feared he could get lost and entered the cubicle first, letting the stream of hot water wash over you, giving him a visual of your crucial dream…

TO BE CONTINUED ?

[thewrongblues]

and while i'm at it, this is possibly one of the ugliest home kits city have had