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korereapers · 6 months

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I collaborated with the amazing @laxi0v0 for a cute little event we made in the scriddler server. This is Laxi's art about the fic I wrote, and HONESTLY HONESTLY i couldn't have asked for a better and more supportive partner. Her art is way better than I would ever dream on writing and honestly, Laxi, I'm so glad it was you bc we vibe a lot about our tastes w this ship.

The fic will be on ao3 later, but here, for you guys, before anyone else:

Jonathan takes a sip out his mug, nicely decorated with a pumpkin, the recipe of the pumpkin spice coffee perfected by him for decades. It’s warm, it tastes like fall, and it’s the start of what Jonathan considers to be the best time of the year.

It started like a small tradition for him, when he finally left home and started studying to become the psychologist he wanted to be. Halloween was to be celebrated, especially for freaks like him, abhorrent creatures that made great-granny’s skin crawl. He was proud of that, in a way. It was his moment, it still is, after all of these years, because he is still a freak, he belongs to this weather and these colors more than he belongs anywhere else. He belongs between ocher leaves and the smell of fog, the rain starting to fall over Gotham, only to leave when it’s summer again. The start of his kingdom, of the time he rules over.

Or it would be, if Edward wasn’t so adamant about going to freaking Starbucks.

He doesn’t get it, not really. A malnourished child from Georgia, surrounded by overworked kids that serve them with the most forced smile when Edward asks, yet again, for the infamous Pumpkin Spice Latte. With ice. Oatmeal milk. Whipped cream.

Jonathan wants to die.

“How is this even supposed to be spooky?”

Edward rolls his eyes, green contact lenses barely moving, as if they were starting to get glued to his irises. Which should be a bad sign, but Jonathan is, yet again, not his boyfriend’s keeper.

“Not everything has to be spooky when this time arrives, Jonathan.”

He kind of dislikes it, when he calls him by his full name. He calls him Jon when they are alone, when they are intimate, when their bodies or their hearts are entwined. He doesn’t like when he calls him Jonathan, because that means that Edward thinks he is being too bitter, complaining too much, a complete prick.

It’s not that he dislikes the stupid PSL, either, but it feels like desecrating one of his oldest traditions, and he feels as if he were betraying himself.

“Don’t you like my recipe, then? Do you dislike it so much we have to come here every single week?”

The cashier smiles at them awkwardly as Edward pays for their order, tipping the young lady generously.

“Do you have to take everything personally? I started getting here when I finally had my own money to spend. Is it that hard to just enjoy it, when I want to share it with you?”

Oh. A tradition. Jonathan distractedly drinks from his thematic glass, but says nothing.

They are really different, Edward and himself. To Edward, spending time and money like this… is almost a love language. It’s a lifestyle that he works hard to keep, having dinner in expensive places, getting coffee every time he can. Sharing it with him, because Jonathan is important to him.

Jonathan may be unable to feel fear, and his brain may be as damaged as Edward’s heart, but guilt still crawls its way into his psyche. It still makes him feel uneasy, because he cares, because he understands the feeling, because he wants to share his recipe with Edward because of the exact same reason.

He touches Edward’s hand when they sit, an apology he doesn’t utter but that can be felt in his irradiated orange eyes.

“I like it when you share time and nourishment with me.”

Edward’s expression softens, a glint of blue under the bright green contact lenses.

“Wow, when did you get emotionally aware?” his mouth says instead, and for a moment, Jonathan understands the Bat and his compulsion to punch him in the mouth.

“I’m a psychologist, Edward.”

“... right,” he mutters, his voice cheeky, still clearly a little mad, his thoughts loud. Jonathan loves that about him, his expression when he is deep in thought, when he is trying to understand something. A puzzle, a new riddle in their lives. “That recipe of yours is really important to you, too, if I’m guessing correctly.”

Jonathan nods, his eyes still on Edward’s, who seems to be feeling a little bit too shy to look at him, knowing that they are having an emotionally vulnerable moment.

“It is. I made it myself and… I want to share it with you.”

Edward does smile a little at that, his voice softer when he speaks.

“Let me try it later. I want to give it the thought and recognition it deserves.”

Jonathan’s thumb caresses Edward’s hand, his smile contagious. Like a well concocted virus.

“I would love to.”

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Edward is pretty sure that he is (very unluckily, by the way) dating the man with the poorest taste in the world. Jonathan seems to think that he is hilarious, dressed in his usual costume, even the needles oozing toxin as he sits quietly on the couch.

There is a thing about him that Edward has always loved: how he becomes a different person when the mask is on.

They used to talk about it, back in the day, when they used to share a room in the Asylum. Jonathan felt naked without his mask, his expression dull and almost tense, devoid of what made him himself. Edward, at least, has managed to make those expressions change, the real Jon emerging from behind whatever aloof façade he tries to put on to protect himself, to pretend he is a regular human being and not the freak that makes his heart melt.

He must surely be smiling behind the mask, then. Edward can almost feel him vibrating in excitement, like a small child, and in a way, he kind of is. A reclaimed childhood, the enjoyment of a joy he wasn’t allowed to feel. He can understand that.

Still, the poorest fucking choice of a Halloween costume.

“Really, Jon? The most original idea, I have to say.”

Jonathan looks at him, and he can feel his piercing eyes even behind the mask, the expression of a predator, so dangerous it makes his face flush a little. Birds of a feather, both of them. The Scarecrow sighs, deeply, the sound distorted behind the mask. It’s creepy, he has to admit, which is probably… kind of the point.

“Like you’re one to talk, Herlock Sholmes.”

Edward gasps, indignant. His Poirot costume is nothing to be laughed at.

“Excuse me?!”

He can almost feel the smile behind the mask, because Edward knows him, he knows Jonathan is an avid reader, he knows the difference between Agatha Christie and Arthur Conan Doyle, for fuck's sake. He is doing this on purpose, to rile him up. He always is.

Edward's mind goes somewhere else, somewhere private. Somewhere where he is indeed riled up, and Jonathan touches his cheek, looking up at his face from behind the mask, Edward sitting on his lap, while long, dangerous hands go up his thigh, eyes hungry-

The doorbell rings. Edward goes back to reality, Jonathan's eyes on him as he moves towards the entrance, the tips of his ears surely blushing.

When he opens the door, he has to look down, because damn, kids sure look tinier these days. He cannot remember to be this short, this innocent, this…

Happy.

He feels Jonathan's chin on his shoulder, almost jumping in place because the man is silent like a ghost, no matter how eager he is to take part in the holiday.

One of the kids is wearing a Batman costume, and Edward tries his hardest not to roll his eyes, with better or worse success. Another kid is dressed as Harley Quinn, what makes him wonder if these parents are in need of any kind of psychological help. The youngest, a child dressed as Wonder Woman, looks at them with badly hidden mischief, and Edward feels tempted to just close the door.

"Trick or treat!" They ask in unison, and before Edward can answer, Jonathan drops a bag in front of them, full of who knows what, but the kids don't ask.

Such blissful ignorance.

"Thank you Mister Holmes! Mister Scarecrow!" The girl dressed up as Batman says, and the one dressed as Wonder Woman purses her lips in disgust.

"Poirot's moustache isn't like that. You're a fake."

The kid dressed as Harley Quinn laughs in response, taking the bag of candy and running away with Wonder Woman. The one dressed as Batman follows who Edward believes to be her sisters, and he blissfully thanks that they don't have any children.

"Please tell me the bag is full of drugs."

Jonathan chuckles a little, his arms around Edward's waist.

"Hershey's," is everything he says, his sudden lack of malice and evil intent a headache for Edward.

"Oh, Jon. Are you going soft on me?"

Jonathan's smile can be felt in the air, a predator, a killer awaiting their next victim.

"Me? Oh, darlin'..." he whispers against Edward's ear, his distorted voice making him shudder in anticipation. "Never."

#scriddler #my stuff #and laxi's #dc #riddler #scarecrow #edward nygma #edward nigma #edward nashton #jonathan crane #i love you laxi.... really

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spdrslayr · 10 months

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003. atsv headcanons ! ★ pre collider jonathon ohnn x reader…

! pt. 2 - post collider hcs. ⁀➷ srcs... masterlist .rules. intro .

| synopsis, ୨♡୧ a little glimpse into your relationship with dr. johnathon ohnn.

★ tags -> gender neutral reader; johnathon ohnn; the spot; fluff; etc...

★ warnings -> cursing; johnathon being a meanie; mentions of trauma & abandonment

★ w.c -> 1,028

| xox, mei! ୨♡୧ -> earlier a centipede got into my room while i was bopping out to hyperpop. it scared me so much that i was able to leverage the fear into energy for writing.

he loves to make you laugh. johnathon’s such a goof compared to other renowned scientists of his age and caliber. really, it’s a breath of fresh air. he knows how to have fun, especially with you. he’ll crack the funniest joke at work only for his coworkers to look at him like: 😐😐😐; so it makes him really happy to know you think he’s funny. you both have so many inside jokes n stories that you’ll cherish forever.

he’s totally the type of person to make jokes whenever he’s nervous or unsure of what to say. he won you over by being silly!

he’ll say the meanest jokes about people you both don’t like, and it’s insanely funny. you think of your johnny as the sweetest boyfriend- but you have to admit, it’s kinda hot when he’s mean.

“if mr.fisk keeps crying about the mets- i’m gonna make sure this collider kills us all,” he grumbled under his breath.

“that annoying photographer visited alchemax again. what was his name…” he feigned innocence. “piper pickle?”

johnathon is such a nerd. it’s adorable how excited he gets about his favorite video games and movies. please indulge in his geeky interests!! he’d love love LOVE to watch some of his favorite sci-fi movies with you. he’ll talk over the entire movie, but it’s still nice to cuddle.

if you don’t know how to play a certain video game of his, he’ll teach you. his voice is so soft n understanding, his breath tickling you while you cuddle. johnathon’s squished to your side, his large hands covering n guiding yours over the controller. and gets so giddy when you win something. all in all, he’s just happy to share something so dear to him with you.

imagine if it turned out one of his favorite characters (crushes cough cough) bore a striking resemblance to you. johnathon is mortified and you’re weirdly flattered (and planning an elaborate cosplay for a surprise.)

his intelligence drives you nuts. it’s INSANELY attractive to you how smart johnathon is. whenever he goes on a tangent about physics or some complicated mathematical concept, you get kind of dizzy listening to him. you don’t mean to, but after a while, you get too distracted by all of him to listen. he’s so passionate, his large hands and long fingers waving about to help emphasize his point. his eyes are sparkling too. his voice got a lot deeper when he (perfectly, by the way) pronounced the word “viscoelasticity” and you’re on cloud 9. this happens whether or not you can understand a word he’s saying. and if you’re not well versed in science, he never talks down to you when rambling. sure, he’s very proud to be a super-genius, but he’d never dream of looking down on other people because of it.

you’re always asking him questions and he fucking loves it. DON’T ASK GOOGLE ABOUT SCIENCE SHIT. if you do he’ll be all pouty n sad.

“hey siri, what is the shape of an electron-”

he looks furious, letting out a scoff. “i’m right here. your smart-ass boyfriend is only a few feet away and you’re asking ol’ googly eyes!”

despite being a busy workaholic, he insists that he’s never too busy for you. if necessary, he’ll make time.

johnathon’s made it his mission to outsmart anyone who impresses you. “i’m not jealous i’m BETTER.”

johnathon adores cuddling you, especially after a stressful day. he just loves you so much that sometimes the only way he can express that to you is by holding you as close as humanly possible. johnathon adores every inch of your being and intends to appreciate every part of it, scars and all. one may expect him to be the big spoon because, well, long man- but it goes either way. sometimes he clutches you like his life depends on it and other times he just needs to bask in your embrace. it makes him feel safe, loved, and on his worst days, invincible.

when in bed, he’ll be running his big hands up and down your sides, rubbing circles into every dent n curve. his hands are hairy, so it’ll tickle a bit, but the way he massages you is nothing short of masterful. he’s so happy that you’re his, so he makes sure to savor you.

johnny loves it when you trace his tattoos. he thinks it’s so cute how much you love them, letting you ‘oooh’ and ‘awww’ as much as your pretty little heart desires.

in the past he absolutely loathed going to alchemax events. being choked by a black tie for a whole ass evening while being forced to mingle with rich assholes is a nightmare for the poor man. but having you come along as his date makes the experience a more positive one. johnathon gets so smug, always delighted to show you off. like yeah, that’s MY s/o. yes they’re gorgeous and taken. by ME. he loves seeing you all dressed up, especially when you’re on his arm.

he’s an introvert, so he gets tired of all the socializing quickly. when that happens, he’ll wander around the venue with you (including places you aren’t allowed to be at-) to get some privacy (and make out.)

speaking of work, he has a picture of you on his desk. he has it placed at an angle so he can see it clearly, but so can anyone who walks in.

johnnys practically screaming: “hey!! look at how beautiful my partner is!!!!”

he calls you baby. he’ll also call you dear, honey, and sweetheart, but baby the most. also counting babe. johnathon has a shit ton more cute nicknames for you and he is NOT afraid to use them.

“g’morning, baby,” he’ll murmur into the crook of your neck, in between sloppy wet kisses on your shoulder.

he passes by you in a rush, but not without pressing a big wet kiss to your check, “hi babe! :)”

“baaaaaabe where did you put the chips?” he can be whiny, especially with you.

“i love you, baby,” he’d tell you softly, cradling your face with his hand. his thumb is rubbing your bottom lip and you’re ready to faint.

#atsv #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #johnathon ohnn #johnathon ohnn x reader #the spot #the spot x reader #jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader

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shapard · 17 days

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hi shepard, i dont normally do this, but i really like your wrighting and i was wondering if you did requests if you could do a lucifer x hellborn!reader where its just a lot of comfort, like the reader lost someone really close to them or something. if not, then no worries, dont feel pressured or anything 💛

Scarlet

Lucifer x hellborn!reader

A/n: I never really said that I do request but I'm really happy if I get one. So, no Worries<3 I hope it's okay That I put a little Angst into it.

Soft Lucifer, comfort, Angst

Words can not describe what you feel right now.

Your heart is pumping so loud in your chest as you read the red ink on the white Paper. You don’t want to believe it. It seems impossible. But it’s standing here red on white that your precious mother has passed away in a gang battle of those damn sinners.

Your tears soften the paper and the red ink smeared the down written words. Your body starts to shake under the pressure of anxiety.

Lucifer was out on a meeting with the other six sins.

At first he didn’t even want to go on a meeting knowing that your mental health wasn’t on its best shape. The panic attacks were way viler when he was not there.

Nonetheless you told him you were fine, and he will go to this meeting. He was hiding all those years and you’ll not be in the way of a reunion.

At first you were doing alright. Watching your comfort movie with your comfort snack was relaxing.

Your pajama was comfortable and your favorite plush was seated on your belly. You giggled at your favorite scene and hugged your plushie more on you.

A loud knocking hollowed through the huge Mainor you now call home. Lucifer didn’t tell you; he was expecting something. Confused you pressed on pause and walked down the hall. Your tail tangled itself on your leg hoping for some comfort.

As you opened those huge doors a small Imp, just like you. He gave you a black Envelope with your name in white ink. The Imp gave you a slight bow and left fast.

You walked down the hall back to the bedroom. You opened the black envelope and read the content.

Now you were at the verge of a panic attack.

Sweat pearling down your forehead and you rolled into a small ball on the floor. The papier laid on the red carpet and you are right next to it.

Your tail was wrapped around you, yet it didn’t help you to feel connected to your body. You shook hard but all you could focus about was your mind running.

Memories of your lovely mother, the one who read stories to you at night to cradle you.

The way she smiled at you when you told her you were in love. How she told you she’s so proud of you. How he held your hand through your marriage.

And now she’s gone.

Killed brutally like the Imp she was. Like the Imp you are. Another proof that no one cares about the life of an Imp.

The ringing in your head just seems to get louder, louder, and louder. Clutching your hands on your head trying to ease the painful headache that had begun.

Your breathing was starting to get heavier and heavier, it got to the point where you thought you couldn’t breathe anymore.

A hand pulled you out of your curled form pressing you on his chest. You immediately recognize that this is your husband.

Lucifer whispers in your ear and stroked your back in a comforting matter. He cradled your body and kissed your cheek multiple times.

“Everything is okay, I’m here. Just take a deep breath in... And out.” You followed his instructions. In and out. Your hand grasp around his torsi pulling him even closer.

The oxytocin was filling your lungs again and your broken cries filled the air.

Even after-hours Lucifer never let go.

Lucifer doesn't know what happened that cost this state, but all he knows is that you need him. And that's exactly what he's going to do.

Lucifer carried you up to your sharing bed when your light snoring reached his ears. He hugged you close shutting his eyes, grabbing your waist tightly making you feel protective.

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You rubbed your eyes exhausted from the panic attack yesterday.

As you spun around to look at your husband, Lucifer wasn’t beside you. Again the anxiety filled your ribcage, it was hard to breath.

“Lucifer?!” The door of your shared bedroom sprung open reveling your husband in one of those silly aprons he has. Your body quickly relaxed at the sight of him.

“Darling you’re awake!” His smile was precious and contagious. He moved rather fast towards you, and he stumbled. With grace he caught your breakfast and smiled nervously at you. “I made for you breakfast!” You laughed at his antics and took it out of his hands.

You gave him a peck on the lips and sat down on the bed. Lucifer followed you to the bed but didn't sit down.

Lucifers eyes sparkled when you ate his food. But frowned slightly when you suddenly stopped eating and played with the food.

With a sigh be plopped beside you. “Babe,” He placed the tray on the nightstand and intertwined your hands in his. “You know you can tell me everything.” You nod as you looked on your intertwined hand watching as he strokes his thumb on your hand. His clawed nail tapped on your shared ring.

“Look me in the face, darling.” His other hand moved your head upwards and your e/c orbs meet his red scarlet ones.

Without much thought you gave him the letter you received yesterday. He released your chin and took the letter out of your hand. Lucifers eyes left yours hesitant and he skips through the information.

His hands clenched around yours in a comforting way after he finished. “Y/n I’m so sorry. I…” He took a deep breath and pressed you again onto his chest. “Everything will be alright darling.”

Your crying was breaking his heart. But letting out emotion is better than letting them eat you up. He knows it the best.

You two had almost a whole spa day.

Lucifer took care of you perfectly, just everything you needed.

His hand in yours like he promised in the wedding. Through thick and thin. The whole day, it was just you and him with pure affection.

Lucifer and you were cuddled up on your couch. Your head was resting on his lap, and he played with your hand strands. “I Love you, Y/n Morningstar.” He said and pecked your lips. “I love you too, Lucifer Morningstar.”

A/n: I hoped you enjoyed what I wrote❤️

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lingering-42-long · 2 months

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König as a Dad Dabble

König x female reader

Just a little dabble nothing much. Who should I do next?

Warnings: none

-Finding out you were pregnant-

You knew König and you wanted kids, but not this early. You two had just gotten home from your honeymoon, now you were standing in the bathroom, holding 2 pregnancy tests, both reading the +…positive. You didn’t know how to feel, if you should be crying from panic or overjoyed. You thought the birth control would be effective enough, that and you didn’t think your body could be able to produce a baby, you had Polycystic disease, it greatly reduced your chances of having a child. You had this talk with him, König knew, he loved you with or without a functioning uterus.

Now here you are in your shared bathroom holding the tests. A huge blessing, your mom would say, but right now you were scared. Not at König’s reaction, but leaving the freedom that you once had… You shook your head, this baby is a blessing, to beat the odds, you weren’t going to walk alone in this journey. You had an amazing husband, friends, and loving family on both sides to help and you and your husband on this journey. It was going to be tough but life was never meant to be easy.

“Min Engel! I’m back” You could hear the door shut followed by the heavy footsteps and the bags of groceries being placed on what you presumed to be the kitchen counter. Your mind raced as you were trying to figure out what or how you should address this. With a heavy sigh, you just simply grabbed the pregnancy tests and place the mayonnaise Ziploc bag. You wanted to tell him now, you need to know how he felt you needed comfort because you weren’t even sure what emotion to play or to feel.

Carefully making your way downstairs and placed the two tests in your back pocket as you walked over to give your husband a hug. König had really mellowed out for the three years he knew you. Everybody knew him as standoffish, quiet, sociably awkward. His team knew him for being aggressive, demanding, proud, and bold. But slowly they started to see the change, And soon he had completely been mellowed out. He was still as demanding and aggressive on the battlefield by those urges, to prove that he was better than the best pet seem to dwindle to mirror, shrugs of the shoulder and more compliments on those who beat him. In the civilian lifestyle, he was a lot more calm, less jumpy, and 1000 times more sweet.

When he saw you, he couldn’t help but smile you pulled him out of a dark moment in his life, and he cannot be more happier. That is why he called you his angel because he swore you came from heaven just to bless him with your presence. “ Ah how are you?” He drew you into a big bear hug and kissed you tenderly. He blue-grey eyes sparkled as he stroked the side of your cheek. “Um well.” You sighed, now nervous. “Ummm here” you handed him the pregnancy tests. He took them and frowned a little in concentration. Then his widened and shot his head up to look at you “Is this for real?!?” He was breathing heavily looking back at you then at the tests “Please don’t joke.”

“I’m not” you shook your head, “we are going to be parents.” König grinned like a mad man as he scooped you up into his arms and laughed as he held you tight. “Ah min Engel! This is the best news I could ever ask for!” He was swinging you around and kissing all over your face. “You’re beautiful, stunning, just…. Min scatz.” He cooed as he sat you down back on the ground, then he noticed the uncertainty in your eyes. “Whats wrong? Dont you want a baby with me?” He asked. His question made you break down crying. “I-I don’t know what I want! I want one but not this early! I love you but I don’t feel fit to be a mom. I’m selfish! I just want my freedom!” König, without second thought, brought you into another hug, this one being gentle and comforting. “Oh my beautiful. Your not selfish, your right it is too early but we can make do. I promise you can do whatever you need to do and I’ll look after the baby. I never want you to be tied down.” He stroked your head as he picked you up and carried you to the couch, right now u needed to cuddle and be reassured that everything was going to be ok.

After 20 minutes of solid crying, you finally calmed down. “Fell better?” He asked soothingly. You just nodded and kissed him. “I’m sorry-“

“don’t be, there is nothing for you to apologize for.” König smiled at you.

“You promise not to leave me?”

“Never in a million years.”

-Finding out the gender-

“Ok miss the gel is going to be a bit cold.” The doctor informed as the blue goo was placed over your four month belly. König never left your side. He had become more protective of you and baby proofed the house well before they arrived, this in turn meant you were not allowed to do much. After an argument with him, he realized he was suffocating you and did back down quite enough, but he still hung around just close enough to be there for you.

Right now he was hunched over in the seating chair next to your bed as you both watched the screen. The doctor was showing you all the signs that it was a healthy pregnancy, and the baby was…. Wait… the doctor paused and looked at the screen again before chuckling “You two are having twins!”

T-Twins?!? Your mind went blank, you had two babies in you, made by the love of you and your husband… and the 8 rounds of beer… but that was beside the point. Two beautiful babies that would look like a perfect mix between you and König. A small smile spread. “What gender are they.” You felt your husband’s hands clasp your own as he waited to know the results. “You got… 2 girls.” The doctor smiled at the happy couple. “Girls?! Min gött. Now I have to boyfriend proof the house.” You laughed at his dismay, you knew König would love his babies no matter what gender they were. He was very happy that his two beautiful girls were healthy. He reached over and gave you a big kiss. “Thank you. Thank you for making my life better.”

-König Bulking up-

As you were nearing your due date König that surprisingly gained weight as well. Apparently this was normal and very common in dad’s as their bodies were also preparing for their children. a trait that many had as the mothers near the end of their term men prepare their bodies to deal with the long nights and short amount of sleep. Their bodies naturally start bulking up on fat. by all means not fat, but you could definitely tell that he was a lot more squishier to sleep at night than he previously was. He was still as strong as a bull though.

Because he had bulked up quite a bit a lot of times while you were struggling in your sleep at night he would turn himself into your personal body pillow and reposition himself so that you would be a little bit more comfortable. A lot of times he would even hold your belly for you, whether you were sitting down and reading or watching TV or cooking in the kitchen, he would come up behind you and gently lift your belly up, which always made you feel instant relief.

He knew the pregnancy was tough on you, emotionally and physically. He was willing to put overtime to make sure that you were as comfortable as could be. In his eyes, this was the least that he could do. You weren’t ready to have a kid, but he kind of was. So he saw as his responsibility to make sure that you had the easiest pregnancy.

Right now you were snuggling with him on the couch as he was gently massaging your belly. He could feel the little girls kicking around in your stomach. He smiled and gave your head a Gentle kiss as he continued on massaging your belly. He was proud that he was able to provide for you. He was proud to know that he was the one that you chose to marry, he was proud to be the one that could give you children. This pride made him extremely happy. He couldn’t wait to share this life with you.

-After the birth-

König and you were staying in the hospital for a few days as your body was recovering from the C-section. Because of how big your babies were, they had to be removed by C-section in order to be a safe delivery. König hold onto your hand. Just the doctors opened you up and had your kids come out of the skylight. The healing was quite painful, but thankfully you had amazing family and friends to come and help with the preparations. Königs mom and dad made food to store in the freezer so all you had to do was just pull it out reheat it and eat. Both you and your husband’s friends had all brought gifts to your baby shower that you had a few weeks prior, some of them also brought food to be stored.

Right now you and König we’re both together as you were feeding your daughters. It was hard to accept the fact that these two beautiful angels came from you and your husband. They look so much like him. They had the same crinkle around their eyes, the same tuft of blonde hair, those beautiful eyes that reflected in the same way his did.

As you were feeding one, König was holding the other and gently rubbing her little head and giving her forehead gentle kisses. He was talking to her in German. Smiling and giving her more little kisses.

Once you were done you handed off the fed baby to get the other one from his arms. A very careful swap. Soon you have the other one in your arms as she quickly latched onto your breast and began sucking away. “They suck harder than you do” you teased at your husband as he turned the bright red in the face. “ not in front of them!”

“ oh, please! They’re not gonna remember this”

“ they might!”

“ ever since you saw that one episode from Sheldon your paranoid about the kids knowing their life at an early age”

You couldn’t help yourself but smile at him. During this time he had really dug in deep. he made sure that you and the girls were comfortable and taken care of. No matter what he would always watch over his family. Give them everything that he could offer. And strive to be the best husband and father in the world. He didn’t need much all he needed. Was you and his little girls.

-König and the Crotch Goblins-

“Min shatz! meine kleinen Käfer! I’m home!” he called from the door as he took his boots off. The next thing he knew he was being tackled by two three-year-old girls, who decided to sneak around the corner to bring attack him. “Ahhh nooo!!!! The evil goblins got me!!! Ahhhh! If only there was an angel to save me~” he called loud enough for you to hear, but of course you had to laugh, “This time you’re gonna have to save yourself. Your angel is busy.”

“What?! Nooo!!” he let himself fall to the ground as the girls began to climb all over him. They were very active they were always causing mischief.

You walked over to see all three of them on the floor in the living room as the kids began to pin him down as best as they could. You rubbed your now three month belly. Pregnant again with your third child.

“If the little goblins let me up I can watch a tv show with you.” he bribed the girls as they quickly got off of him, eager to please, and more eager to watch their favorite shows with him.

Before they join them in their activities, he got himself off the floor and kissed you gently. “how are you and the baby?” he asked always attentive to your needs.

“ we’re doing good” you smiled as you felt his hand lower down to your slightly bulging stomach. it was still relatively flat but he could feel a difference.

” I don’t know how you do it but you become more beautiful as each day passes.” he gave you a gentle kiss. “ let me finish dinner for you. I want you off your feet. You’ve been on it all day I’ve got it.”

You obliged. Your feet were hurting and you honestly did want to rest. So you took the place of your husband watched a TV show with the girls as König went into the kitchen to finish what was left for dinner prep. This was the life that he wanted, and he would never trade it for anything in the world.

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idk if u have anymore locked and loaded away but can we get some more musician!eren hcs/traits…just a crumb even. im on the side of the road shaking my cup🙏🏾

oh babes, I got more than I know what to do with. Gather round and I’ll share with you all my never ending lore for the loml. 🤍

EJ is a clown. His favorite pastime outside of music is being an S tier menace. He loves picking at everybody 😭 (y/n), Jean, Mika, his own MAMA..nobody is off limits when he gets started. He is an asshole and proud of it. (he once told Mika she was jealous of him because she was bald headed and he wasn’t. Sis tried to break his nose but then remembered she needed him for a performance that night 😩)

he can play over 10 different instruments and proficiently at that! His main is guitar and drums but he’s naturally gifted so any instrument he puts his hands on, he can learn fairly quickly.

he won’t attend awards shows unless his whole crew is invited too. Don’t matter if it’s the Grammys, BET, VMA’s..if his whole team isn’t there, he’s not going. And they definitely forget it if (y/n) isn’t on the list.

he HAS to have at least an hour before shows to be completely alone and decompress, otherwise, he’ll be messing up all night. He has severe anxiety so it makes it hard for him to concentrate if too much is going on before hand. He’ll spend the time meditating or listening to music and smoking.

his ultimate goal is to one day start his own label. He wants to work with more female artists because he feels there are “a lot of dudes using women for clout but never wanting to put them on.”

also adding to that, Eren swears he is not a dancer but decided to let (y/n) do choreography for his latest song and he ended up liking it so much, that he incorporated it into his latest performance.

(haven’t quite delved into this yet so not giving away too much!) but there is one person who eren credits his musical career to and for pushing him to go for it. His exact quote: “there’s so many people who’ve helped me throughout my journey. That I have to thank for getting me this far but as for who really made this possible? Well..she’s no longer here and I wish she was. I wish she could see how far I’ve come and I only hope that she’s smiling down on me. I hope I made her proud.”

he lovessss sitting in on (y/n)’s practice sessions! Not even on some sexual shit, it truly fascinated him seeing his girl do all of these intricate pole tricks without falling or missing a beat. He realizes how much work goes into learning it and respects your talent. He even posts vids to his Instagram story, showing you off.

during the time of the [p word that shall not be named] he and Armin put their DJ’ing skills to good use and entertained their fans. They started a little thing on Instagram live called “Club Passion” where they would dress up in these cheesy ass fits, pretend they were hosting events and have people join in the live. They’d play music, be drinking and even host twerk contests where they’d CashApp the winner a prize. (A very unserious duo 😭)

for the more devious of the traits, he’s a demon and a half when he drinks. He has zero limits or shame. Including in the bedroom. RIP to (y/n)’s cervix cause he has no control.

he is a habitual bed/headboard breaker 😩🥴 do with that what you will.

he doesn’t believe in cheating or open relationships, but he’ll gladly let you share him with your girls and vice versa. (Niesha’s definitely his favorite but he won’t tell his best friend that 🤭) And if he’s feeling extra deviant, he’ll let you pick a fan of his to do some thangs with. “As long as she doesn’t go running her mouth, I’m with whatever y’all wanna do.” He definitely has a few videos of you guys’ escapades saved in his phone. (the NDA’s stay ready!)

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The Story of Us. Two: The Memories Start

Bruce stared in shock as Danny Fenton floated in front of them with his legs crossed beneath them. The ghost blinked a few times before a wide grin spread on his face and wow was he beautiful. Bruce mentally shook himself, this was a serious moment, and they needed help. And if Danny could provide that help, it would be great. But also, he was even more attractive now than when they had last seen one another.

Danny was dressed in long purple robes with a black trim, and a staff with a caduceus on the top rested in his slack hand. He had the same white hair only now it was long enough to be pulled back in a ponytail, the sides of his head shaved close to the scalp. A dark black tattoo started at his right cheek and dipped down into his robes, beautiful whorls and shapes that if Bruce stared deeply at it, was the language of ghosts written into his skin. He was beautiful beyond compare.

“Brucie?” Danny asked, squinting his eyes as he leaned forward in the air, trying to get a better look at him. “This is what you became when you decided to become a vigilante.”

Bruce thanked the ancients that the cowl covered most of his face because he knew he was blushing.

“You guys… know each other?” Green Lantern asked, looking between the two.

“Of course we do!” Danny said. “But we don’t need to worry about that, I’m here for work,” he told them and looked the members of the Justice League over and held back a smile.

“What is it?” Bruce asked, giving him a tired look, despite the fact that it likely did not have the same effect that Danny was used to when they were in their twenties.

“I knew you became a vigilante after I left but I never really had time to keep up. I didn’t realize you had a whole little superhero group,” he crooned, floating past the barrier, causing Constantine to jump in alarm before he floated around Bruce. “Are you a bat?”

“Yes, Phantom, I’m the Batman,” he said with a sigh, already knowing the teasing he was going to get from his childhood friend. Danny knew better than anyone what his fear of bats was like, and from the snort that came from the ghost, he was likely already thinking about it.

“Adorable,” the halfa said before he sobered up. “Okay, I’m done.”

Bruce watched as his friend composed himself, squaring his shoulders back, lifting his chin up, and cast a steely look at the heroes in front of him.

“I am Phantom, high healer of the Infinite Realms, who summons me?” He declared and Bruce’s heart skyrocketed.

Danny had become a healer? He knew that his friend had left for a war in the Infinite Realms but he had never heard from him since; the fact that he had continued on to his goal to become a doctor of some kind had Bruce feeling beyond proud of his friend. It had been a goal that they shared at one point, becoming medical professionals together.

Wonder Woman stepped forward and bowed in front of Danny. “Phantom, we are the Justice League; our teammates have fallen ill from a mysterious illness and we have been unable to find out what is wrong with them. We learned that you were one of the greatest healers in the universe and hoped to make a deal with you to help them.”

The halfa gave her a small smile. “No need to bow, I’m no royalty,” he said, raising a hand. “And there’s no need to make a deal. I’m more than happy to help you. A friend of Bru-Batman’s is a friend of mine,” he said, glancing over at Bruce.

Bruce stepped forward. “I’ll catch you up on the situation,” he said and Danny landed on the ground, his feet hitting the floor without a sound before he glided over to the vigilante.

“You’ll have to catch me up on a lot,” Danny murmured, glancing over at Bruce, his eyes that bright, beautiful green that he hadn’t seen in so very long. “It’s good to see you again,” he whispered softly.

“It’s good to see you too,” Bruce murmured, bumping their shoulders together and ignoring the looks of horror he was getting from the rest of his team. “You’ll have to catch me up as well, you know. High Healer?”

Danny’s blue skin turned a bright green as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, it’s no big deal, though,” he said awkwardly.

“This is so fuckin’ weird,” Constantine muttered.

“Tell me about it,” Hal Jordan said in response. Bruce just held back a smile before he launched into his explanation of what happened to the supers and how they were in a coma. The two made their way into the medbay where both Damian and Tim were waiting beside their friends.

“Phantom, these are my sons, Robin and Red Robin,” Bruce said and Danny let out a coo as he looked at them.

“You have kids now?” He exclaimed before he froze at the sight of Clark. “Oh fuck.”

Bruce’s heart dropped at that as he remembered the state of his friend and colleague as well as Clark’s family. “What is it?”

Danny said nothing as he rushed over to Clark and spread his hands, a green hue glowed from his palms and over the super’s body. “I’m glad you summoned me,” Danny murmured. He stepped away from Clark’s body once it had taken on the glow and stepped towards Conner, ignoring the way that Tim balked.

“Danny, what’s wrong?” Bruce demanded, feeling himself panic.

“It’s a Kryptonian poison,” Danny murmured. “They call it the Bacterial Blight. It comes from the plant Blister Ivy. It’s an uncommon plant, especially now that Krypton is gone.”

“How do you know anything about it then? What are you doing to them?” Damian demanded, glaring as the same green light covered Conner’s body and he turned to Jon’s.

“It’s a stasis spell, it just freezes them in time so that they don’t get worse,” Danny explained. “I’m a healer for the Infinite Realms, I’ve learned some from the Kryptonians in my dimension but I’ll have to consult with them about this.”

Danny then launched into an explanation of what exactly the Blister Ivy was and the three vigilantes listened in horror. The plant was uncommon, even when Krypton still existed because of how dangerous it was. The plant was worse than even the most poisonous plant on Earth. It was a tiny plant that could only be found in some snowy regions and bloomed twice a year for three weeks. The plant itself had thick, spear-shaped leaves, usually a light red color with flowers that tended to be light grey, brown, and bronze. They grew in small numbers and even were easy to get rid of because of how rarely they grew.

The plants had a defense mechanism that allowed them to produce a powdery substance. If the substance got into the eyes, mouth, or nose, the victim would soon find themselves experiencing symptoms that grew worse and worse as time went by.

“It starts with a cough and a fever,” Danny said, looking down at Jon. “They then fall into a comatose state as we see here. If you had waited any longer before summoning for help you would notice that their veins would start to bulge out, the color changing to a bright green, then the organs would start to shut down one by one while the skin starts to develop bright blue blisters.”

“That’s exactly what their symptoms were before they fell comatose,” Tim murmured before he looked Danny over. “How could you tell just by looking at them?” He accused, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Bruce glanced over at Danny curiously, his son had a point, that was a rather fast diagnosis.

Danny gave them a small, secretive smile. “I’m just that good,” he said with a wink before he let out a chuckle and walked towards Clark. “In all seriousness, I just had to look at him. If you look closely, you can see his veins were already starting to turn green, not only that but there are blisters forming along his face,” he said and ran a finger along the top of Clark’s cheeks where sure enough, tiny blue blisters were already forming.

“So what do we do? How can we save them?” Bruce asked him, a frown on his face. “How long do we have to find a cure before their organs start shutting down?”

Danny shrugged. “All the time we need, right now they are all under stasis, and we’ll keep them under that stasis spell until we collect the ingredients. I’ll have to talk with a few of the Kryptonian doctors who have passed over already and see if we can recreate the cure. It’s likely going to be quite a few Kryptonian ingredients and that means it’ll take longer for me to collect them.”

“How on earth can you get ingredients native to a planet that is gone?” Damian snarled out, the twelve-year-old’s eyes already red-rimmed. Bruce stepped forward and rested a hand on his youngest son’s shoulder.

“Phantom is a very old friend of mine, if anyone can find these ingredients, it will be him. We just need to trust him, but our friends will be well once again,” he said softly. Damian sniffed, rubbing his nose just a little before he nodded his head.

“Alright,” he said and looked over at Danny. “Save them, please.”

Danny gave him a small smile and nodded his head. “I can do that,” he said.

The halfa looked over the three supers and ensured the stasis spells were fully set before he looked at Bruce. “They’re under a stasis for now. We can start focusing on the rest now,” he said softly.

Bruce smiled and walked towards Danny and, despite the fact that both of his sons would likely hold this over his head for the rest of his life and would never let him forget, he leaned forward and pulled the man in for a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Anything for you, B,” Danny said softly, standing on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Bruce’s shoulders, hugging him tight.

The two walked down the hall of the Watchtower together, Bruce’s cowl tucked underneath his arm as he glanced at Danny.

“High Healer, huh?” He asked, quirking up an eyebrow in curiosity. Danny chuckled and shook his head.

“It’s a pretty long story,” he said, changing from his ghost form into his human form, giving Bruce the perfect opportunity to see just exactly what his childhood best friend looked like now. His hair was still the same, only that familiar dark black color, he had the same crystal blue eyes that continued to haunt Bruce’s dreams even twenty years later. Freckles were smattered across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, that same tattoo trailed down his face and along his neck. For a man who Bruce knew, was forty-three years old, Danny looked barely thirty-five. He still had the same short, slim build he had when they were in their twenties, still barely hitting five foot seven compared to Bruce’s six foot. Gone were the fancy healer robes and staff, in its place Danny wore a pair of worn jeans and an old NASA t-shirt that had Bruce reminiscing about old times.

“I’d love to hear about it sometime,” Bruce admitted as they continued walking. “Also, your room is still the same as you left in the manor. You’re welcome to stay there while we figure this out. If you want.”

Danny gave him an amused smile. “I’ll think about it, B. I do have a house in the Ghost Zone I can continue to reside in.”

“I know, but if it makes it easier. Besides, I’d like to get to know my best friend again,” he admitted hesitantly, feeling a sort of openness that he had never felt with anyone aside from Danny. Bruce knew he was awkward and bad at feelings, he knew that he couldn’t communicate for shit. But with Danny it was different, it was easier. If anything it was too easy, it was like his mouth lost control and said things before he even had a chance to actually think them through.

He didn’t remember being this embarrassed about it when they were teenagers, though. If anything he had once been thankful to be able to know that he could talk to Danny about anything and everything without feeling like an emotionally constipated asshole, as his kids would so eloquently put it.

“Yeah, we really are shit at keeping in contact, aren’t we?” Danny laughed, throwing his head back with the action. “Twenty fucking years with no contact, we suck.”

“We were busy. I became Batman and then became a father and found myself busier than I ever expected. And you apparently joined a war and became a high healer,” Bruce said, giving Danny a teasing look.

The ghost groaned. “Oh my Ancients, I’ll tell you about it eventually. It’s just a very long story,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

“I’m going to hold you to it,” Bruce said smugly, bumping his shoulder against Danny lightly.

Read the prologue and chapter one here

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 3 months

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Sex on The Beach (What a Treat)

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Description: You love being a part of the Dagger Squad, but you're well aware there isn't a lot going for you as a woman. You go out on dates - often. But none of those men every meet the mark. Can one drunken night on the beach and one gorgeously bespectacled WSO change your mind? Only the ocean and its waves and your own beating heart can say.

Themes: Virginity, First time, Dirty Talk, Jake has a surprisingly terrible sex story (it's right in the beginning)

Warnings: Bob Fucks!

Word Count: 3291

A/N: This fic is wholly self-indulgent and came to me in an ovulating daydream right in time for @attapullman's International Bob Floyd Fucks Month! I hope you all enjoy it! I'm proud enough to say that yes indeed, Bob Floyd fucks!

Thanks to @horseshoegirl for beta reading this fic for me and telling me that I wasn't writing Bob terribly.

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The night is cool and clear. A salty breeze rifles through your hair and dampens your face in soft gusts. It’s late, but on the other side of the bonfire, the other Daggers are continuing the party. A part of you is sure the party will still be going when the sun rises. You’re drunk, inhabiting that state of being between tipsy and drunk off your ass. Your cheeks feel hot, and your tongue is uncooperative. You’re not sure when the conversation veered right into a discussion of sex, but it did. You’re also not sure why you’re helplessly giggling about sex with Phoenix and Hangman, of all people.

“And then she bit me!”

You and Nat take one look at each other and cackle. You inhale a little and giggle out, “D-did she really bite your…?”

Jake nods ruefully, a blush rising on his chest as Nat falls back with another delighted peal of laughter. You’re not sure you can look at the man when he looks like he’s still in pain just at the memory of what happened. His blush seems to intensify the more your delighted laughter rings out, and every time you look at Nat, it sets you off again and again. You feel like you can barely breathe; you’re laughing so hard.

When you gasp for breath and sip your drink, your cheeks feel hot, and you can feel the sweat on your temples. You hold the frosty bottle up to your face in a futile attempt to cool off a little. It’s not like you’re wearing too many clothes, choosing to sling on an unbuttoned shirt and a pair of cutoffs over your bikini when the night cooled.

“You know, you’re laughing awfully hard for a girl who hasn’t said a word. We’ve heard from Tash. You’ve obviously heard from me. It’s your turn.”

All of a sudden, your mirth dies off, instead turning into a cold sweat prickling across your exposed skin. You’re trapped in their gazes, Nat’s whiskey eyes staring you down coolly amused while Jake’s absinthe-colored orbs seem to glare right through you.

“Come on, Artemis.”

When Nat begins to plead along with Jake, you cover your face with your fingers and collapse until you can hide your face in your knees.

“Seriously, Artie. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. After all, I’d love to know if you can top getting bitten on the dick mid-blowjob!”

“Seeing as how I don’t have a dick, that would be kind of hard, Bagman!” You deadpan.

But neither of them is pleased with your only input to the conversation so far. They keep needling you, poking and prying. Jake keeps calling you Artie, too, like only he ever has. Ultimately, that’s what has you lifting your head and glaring right at him.

“Don’t call me Artie!” You point at the grinning blond and wag your index finger.

“There she is!” When your glare narrows, he mimes, zipping his lips closed.

You can’t make eye contact as you spit out in a low hiss barely audible over the hissing fire, “I-I’ve never had sex before. I’m a virgin.”

But they heard you, if the wide-eyed glances they share are any indication.

“How is that possible?”

Nat wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug, staring into the distance behind Jake’s head. Unconsciously, the three of you have gravitated to the spokes of a triangle, your legs tangled in the center of the blanket in a pile of sand-encrusted limbs. You’re pretty sure you’ve got Jake’s foot poking into your shin, and one of Nat’s legs is slung across yours.

“I’m always going out on dates, so that can’t possibly be true, right?”

But, you have to snort just remembering those dates. “Those guys have always just fallen flat. They’re perfectly nice, decent guys. But we never seem to click. There’s no spark when they kiss me clumsily goodnight outside my front door.”

“Maybe you need to look a little bit closer to home for that kind of intimacy?”

Your head snaps up at the sudden loud, obnoxious tone in Jake’s voice.

“C’mon Tash. Our Artie is a little boring right now. What do you say we go grab a few more drinks?”

You’re too drunk for this shit, and you’re grumbling that fact as you watch Jake and Nat trip and lean over each other as they walk toward the other Daggers. In truth, it would probably make sense if something was going on between the two of them, though you wouldn’t bet on it.

“Y-you’re a virgin?”

The words are said so quietly you half think they’re a figment of your imagination. But you know that voice too well to think you're dreaming.

“But you’re so pretty, Artemis. Those men didn’t deserve you, not at all.”

You smile and pat the blanket with your hand. Bob sits gingerly on the edge of the blanket with his back to the Daggers.

“It’s nice of you to say so, Bob.” His cheeks are pink, and his blue eyes are dark and deep as they stare into your own.

“I’m serious. If it were me, I’d have kissed you until your head was spinning, and those pretty lips were all swollen for me.” You can’t breathe for a completely different reason in comparison to all those minutes ago. You can smell whiskey on his breath, coupled with the smokey sweetness of the bonfire and the floral notes from his cologne.

“Why haven’t you, Bob?”

“I’ve seen the guys you go out with, Sweetheart.” He chuckles, and you can see stars reflect in his lenses, refracting over navy eyes, as he tips his dark blonde head back. “They’re sexy, suave, and debonaire. Why would you pick me over one of them?”

The self-deprecation in his voice has your mood sobering unexpectedly fast.

“You’re just as sexy, suave, and debonaire as they are, Bob.” He snickers gently at your phrasing.

“You don’t really believe that.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Unconsciously, you lean forward, needing to get closer to him. One of his hands rises to cup your cheek, and your eyes flutter.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” you muse.

He hums, and his big thumb swipes gently across your cheek.

“Maybe it’s because I haven’t trusted any of the men I go out with.”

“And you trust me?”

“Yes.”

The moment feels electric, like sparks skittering across your skin. Bob’s eyes keep glancing over your lips. The alcohol flowing through your veins frees your inhibitions as you stand and brush sand off of the back of your shorts. Bob blinks at your sudden movement, mouth parted sweetly as you reach for his hands. When he’s standing, he runs his hands through his hair, leaving minute grains interspersed through the golden threads. You can feel his gaze on your skin as you bunch the blanket over your forearm.

“Come here.” You take his hand in yours, gently tugging him away from the bonfire and your friends. Nobody notices your disappearance, which suits you just fine. You make for the little lifeguard shack a couple hundred feet down the beach and lay the blanket out in its shadow.

“What're we doing all the way out here?”

Instead of responding, you fist your hands in his shirt and tug his mouth down until it meets yours. The kiss starts clumsy and bumbling, just a brush of skin to skin. It feels like Bob is trying to figure out how genuine you are, so you keep the pressure light. Already, this tender, fumbling kiss is a million times better for you than those first kisses with those other guys. When Bob gasps and his big hands curl around your hips, you moan.

That small sound leaving your mouth makes Bob wild. His hand wraps around the base of your skull as he licks into your mouth. It feels like you're burning up, skin bursting fever hot just at his touch. His hands divest you of your button-down and your shorts; his fingers are studied and quick as he whispers filth into your ears. His tongue traces hot over your pulse, sucking and nibbling and teasing. You chase after his mouth when he pulls away, whimpering as you rub your thighs together.

“You’re so beautiful for me, my lovely Ari.” His eyes are dark now, just a thin rim of blue wrapped around his pupils as he presses you down onto the blanket.

You’re keening, babbling his name as you straighten his glasses. There's a fond, tender look in Bob's eyes as he dips down to kiss you again.

“Shhh, darling.” His mouth drags wet over your collarbones. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

When his calloused fingers drag your bikini top away, you shiver. Your nipples are peaked and hard as he gazes down at you. It should feel weird being so exposed to a colleague and friend, but all you want is to feel the hard length in his swim shorts pressed up against you.

It's not a choice at all as you mewl, “Please.”

You could fall in love with Bob Floyd's smile, the smirk covering his face when he's feeling confident. When he wraps his lips around the peak of your breast, licking at the swollen flesh with his hot, wet tongue, you’re sure you could fall in love with his mouth, too. You feel like you’re drowning as Bob Floyd kisses over your stomach, placing tender kisses across the stretch marks slicing silver over your skin, as he kneads at your ass with big hands before undoing the knots of your bikini bottoms with his teeth. When the fabric falls away, you exhale, unsure when you started to hold your breath when you know you will need it. You can feel the heat of his breath against that most intimate of places, making you squirm.

“I've got you, Ari.” Even the endearment he's chosen, based on your unfortunate callsign, makes you ache for him. “Mmmm, you're so wet for me.”

His fingers dip gently through your folds, the slow, languid motions making something simmer in your veins. His fingers already feel different from your own, filling your sopping cunt in ways that your own can’t. The brush of his tongue over your clit has your hands burying in his hair, tugging at the soft strands. But his mouth doesn't stay there, nipping at your hips, the tender skin between your thighs, at the soft skin where your pelvis meets your legs. You lose yourself in the feeling of his mouth, babbling his name in whispers and moans. The buildup of your orgasm is already different from when you use your fingers; it is more intense and more fulfilling. When he traces figure eights over your clit with his tongue, you come hard, thighs shaking at the effort of holding them open around his head.

“So beautiful when you come,” he rasps. His glasses are fogged, and his lips are slicked with your release as he settles in between your parted legs. You tug Bob into a kiss, sliding your arms around his neck until his weight rests on you. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he kisses you slowly and sweetly.

“Are you sure you want me to do this for you, sweetheart?” His cheeks are pink, his hair falling onto his forehead as he growls the words out.

“All you have to do is tell me, beautiful.” When he nuzzles your breasts and lays an open-mouthed kiss over the peaks, you’re more sure than ever. “We can stop the minute you’re not comfortable anymore. This is about you, after all.”

“Come here, Bobby.”

He looks almost startled as you pull him back into a kiss, sliding your hands under the fitted shirt he’s been wearing all day. His skin is warm and silky smooth, lean muscles flexing under your curious touch.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” You’re whining as you drag the shirt up, and you have to moan when he finally yanks it off. His hair is standing up on end, and his glasses are askew, but right now, you're not sure there is a sexier man on the planet.

“Fuck, you’re hot, Bob.”

His blush deepens, eyes wide at your horny declaration.

“I mean it.”

You tug at the knot of your bikini, wrestling with the strings with clumsy fingers.

“Come here, sweetheart. I’ll get the knot for you.”

You should feel ashamed, naked out on the beach where anyone could happen to see you. But you’re not ashamed at all. His hands gently pushing your hair over your shoulder and his mouth kissing the nape of your neck are why. When the triangles of fabric fall from your skin, you turn and kiss Bob again. You could get drunk off of the feeling of his lips against yours, off the way he licks into your mouth. Emboldened by the look in his eyes, you let your hands trail down until they dip below the waistband of his swim shorts.

“God, sweetheart. There you go.” He’s grunting and gasping against your mouth as you wrap your hands around him. For the first time since you kissed Bob, you feel a little out of your depths. He’s big, so big that you need both hands to hold him, big enough you’re not sure he’ll fit. When you voice your worries in a quiet, gasping whisper, he chuckles.

“It’ll fit in that pretty pussy, baby. Just gotta work you up good, and it’ll slide right on in.”

You squeak as he lays you down again because, for the first time, you can hear his accent as he drawls out the words. From this angle, your mouth parts in shock at the sight of him. Bob’s biting at his lip as he rolls a condom on, and that sight makes you giggle a little.

“Of course, you have a condom on you.”

When he snickers, you know you’re going to want more of this with him. “I, um… Jake gave it to me.”

You cover your face with your hands and squeal a little more.

“He’s been trying to get me to ask you out for months now, darling. I wish I’d known a few shots of tequila and a conversation about sex would be all it would take.”

“Are you calling me easy, Bob Floyd?” You’re pouting, but it doesn’t last for long as he seems to blanche at your teasing. When you laugh, he dips down to kiss you, and you hum at how good it feels.

“I think we’re both a little easy for each other. All we needed was a little push.”

He runs his hands up your thighs, smoothing over the flesh as he parts your legs a little more.

“It’s your last chance to stop this, Ari. You just have to tell me.” You can feel him hard against you as he kisses you again. “We can get dressed and just walk back to the bonfire. Maybe we can try again later.”

“We’re not stopping, not now, Bob.”

Your voice isn’t exactly firm, more breathy than anything, but it makes Bob smile. He guides himself into you, and from the first press, you’re sure you’ve never felt so full. It doesn’t hurt, but it does feel uncomfortable.

“Fuck, you’re tight, sweetheart.” There’s sweat beading up on his temples, and his jaw is tight as he growls out the words. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

“Relax for me, baby.” You melt when he kisses you, shivering at the feeling of his bare skin pressing into yours. He rubs gently at your sides, calloused fingers gentle as they pluck at your nipples. It’s when he kisses you again that you relax. Inch by slow, incremental inch, Bob fills you. He kisses you when you tense around his length, a WSO’s patience and talent filling each heavy moment.

When he bottoms out in you, you feel like a live wire. The sparks floating across your skin are back, arcing through your veins until they’re molten with lust. The first few times he pulls out of you and presses in again, it feels just as uncomfortable as that first slow slide. When his fingers find your clit and massage it in counter rhythm to the push-pull of his cock, you gasp, open-mouthed and silent. All of a sudden, it feels so good; you couldn’t describe it if you tried.

“Fuck,” Bob’s vocal in bed. You wouldn’t think it, looking at him. It’s also incredibly flattering. “You’re so tight for me, Ari. Fuck, baby girl. Your pussy’s perfect. I’m so lucky.”

You’re gasping and moaning, trying desperately to quell the feral sounds spilling out of your mouth. Each thrust has your fingers scrabbling for purchase in the beach blanket under you, knuckles whitening under the pressure. Unbidden, you can feel your orgasm cresting, stronger than the last.

“Bob,” You’re nearly sobbing because everything you feel is nearly too much to handle. “Please, Bobby. Gonna cum!”

When those talented fingers find their way to your swollen clit and massage it, you come. His hips stutter even as your legs wrap around his waist, and he roars against your chest as he comes after you. You feel like you’ve been stunned. If this is what sex feels like, you’re not sure why you waited as long as you did. Or maybe it’s not just the sex that was mind-blowing, but the man you just had sex with? He’s blushing again, sweat dripping down his chest as he helps you dress with slow deliberate motions. You steal kisses whenever you can, because, yeah, you're falling in love with his mouth and his tongue and his voice.

“Got to get you cleaned up before we head back to the bonfire. C’mon, Ari.”

After everything you’ve done with Robert Floyd, holding hands shouldn’t make you giggle so much. But you need his helping hand in more ways than one. There’s already a dull ache at the base of your spine, but you refuse to let that feeling beat you.

Unfortunately, Bob leads you back toward the parking lot, squeezing your fingers and smiling softly at you as you lean onto him. But everything is dark and silent the closer you get. The bonfire is glowing embers in the sand, and all of the cars are gone from the parking lot. Your bag is sitting in the tailgate of Bob’s truck, and you have text messages on the device explaining how everyone has headed out. They’re from at least an hour ago.

He better be good to you, Artie.

Jake’s message is the only one in which your friends allude to knowing what happened between you and Bob. When you turn back around, Bob’s biting at his bottom lip, worrying the flesh with his teeth. His hands are in his pockets, and for the first time, he seems anxious.

“Can I take you home, Ari?”

You hum, tugging his mouth down to yours for another kiss.

“Take me home, Bob.” Your voice is a whisper as you let Bob crowd you against his truck.

“I can do that, Ari. But, can I also take you to dinner sometime, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please.” You shiver as he kisses your pulse. “But only if I get your big dick again, Bobby.”

He swats your ass as he helps you into the cab of the truck.

“Everything I am is yours, baby girl.”

This sounds like the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Though, given the chance, you’re going to avoid having sex on the beach again. Sand rubbing you raw isn't quite so fun when you'd rather have Bob do that for you.

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 46)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (41) & Alexia Putellas x Character (10)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**Happy 2024!!**))

“And you just left?”

Ridley shrugged. There were sat at a café Ridley was introducing her to, waiting to order.

“It sounds like a good night…”

“It was.”

“And she forgave you?”

“She said she did.”

“And you shared dessert!” YFN’s eyes were basically hearts. “That’s adorable.”

“She can’t eat too unhealthily during season.”

“Don’t go making excuses now, Riddles, she wanted to share.”

Ridley sighed, the heat of the Spanish sun shining down onto her face. Her sunglasses could only do so much. She’d dressed for the pool they were going to be bathing around at Lucy’s place, black shorts and a loose, see-through white button up shirt with a black bikini underneath. She always took advantage of her days off by spending them in the sun or doing activities. She was much more excited to spend it with her Blue though. She looked over at her little smiling face, her dimples on show. She was also dressed for the pool and wearing quite a similar outfit, though with one of Lucy’s button ups, from the looks of it. She wasn’t quite as tanned as she’d been when they’d last seen each other in Australia, though. The UK would do that to you. She seemed much happier though. Happiness suited her. Lucy suited her.

“What’re you thinking?”

“Spain suits you.”

Her face flashed a happy surprise as her smile widened, and she pretended it didn’t. “You think?”

“Yes.”

“Lucy loves it here…” She said, looking around them at the people who were so much more placid and in less of a rush than the UK. “Reminds me of Australia.”

“Do you think she’ll stay at Barca?”

“She wants to, but her knee…she doesn’t know how much longer she can keep going.”

“You know, anyone in her position would have quit years ago already. Her work ethic is impressive.”

“I know. I find it hard to believe she wanted me of all people…I’m really proud of her.”

“Don’t discount your worth, Blue. She’s very, very lucky to have you. I guarantee you bring her a lot of love and security that she’s never had before.”

Ridley had always been honest, though she knew where it was necessary. She also was incredibly good at understanding people. Even though YFN knew this, it still didn’t stop her partially freezing at Ridley’s words. She understood them to their core, and that’s only after meeting Lucy once.

The waiter came over, then. He was cute, polite, his hair was a wavy light brown mess and he gave them both the most genuine smile as he pushed the glasses up the bridge his nose. He was exactly Ridley’s type. She leant back in her chair to get a better look at him, not worried that she was obvious about it. She could feel YFN’s eyes roll and the man’s naivety slowly being replaced by his testosterone as he realised she liked him. He blushed lightly and gave a little, nervous laugh that made her want him even more.

“Good morning, my name is Christian, what can I get for you today?” He asked, his voice so Spanish that she knew he didn’t speak English. She assumed he was new to the café as Ridley hadn’t seen him before.

“Torrijas and pan con tomate, both to share. A café cortado for me, and an apple juice for my friend, please.” Ridley replied in perfect Spanish, ordering for the two before they’d even looked at the menus. YFN didn’t mind, she was used to it, and Ridley knew exactly what she wanted anyways.

She handed the menus over with a smile she knew would catch him off guard. She could hear a little nervous breath as he took them, able to compose himself enough to nod at both before he left. She watched as he went. She was going to rock his fucking world.

“Ridley…” YFN chastised. She was the only person in the world who’d not be encouraging at something like that. She kept Ridley’s morals intact, which is one of the reasons she loved her so much. Also, hearing her actual name from her lips meant she was in trouble.

“He’s cute.” She murmured, still looking.

“Poor form.”

“I’m not in a relationship.”

“And what about the conversation we were just having?”

“Alexia and I aren’t dating.”

“But you want to be.”

“Wanting and doing are two entirely different concepts. Maybe I just want to fuck her and my brain is pretending it’s in love with her.”

“You know that’s not true. Yes, you obviously want to have sex with her. But you’ve had the opportunity, and you haven’t really… that night doesn’t count. You know she makes you feel differently. I hear the way you talk about her.”

That interested Ridley. She thought she’d done a good job of being nonchalant when speaking about the hazel-eyed footballer.

“I don’t owe her anything.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Riddles.”

Ridley hated when YFN was disappointed with her, which was a rarity. Did she owe her something, she wondered? For the feelings Alexia made her feel? For the feelings Ridley made Alexia feel? For the tension? For the unsaid acknowledgement from them both at dinner the other night that they could be something more?

Argh, emotions, her thoughts muttered. This is why she avoided them because they were always so fucking complicated. She wasn’t bad at them necessarily, she just avidly avoided them, so it was funny that the person closest to her in the world, the one sitting on the other side of the table, was the complete opposite.

“Any plans for tonight?” She asked, changing the subject.

“Lucy is organising a meet up for the Barca team to introduce me,” she said, her disappointment gone and her smile back. So she’d be with Alexia tonight. As if reading her thoughts, “I’m not sure who’s going. Lucy’s handling all of it.”

“Mmn. And this dress you need is for which event?”

“Uh…GQ Awards?”

“In London? How did you manage that?” She was surprised, and a little suspicious.

“My boss knows people.”

“Mmnhmn.” Again, the suspicion, but she didn’t push. “Date?”

“Solo.”

“To help Jordan and Leah, right?”

YFN had mentioned it was to support her ‘friends’ but hadn’t mentioned who. Though, she didn’t seem surprised that Ridley had made a correct assumption.

“Cheeky, but yes.”

“Okay, solo, representing your business, celebrity awards…obviously we need something sexy. It’s the Man of the Year awards so everybody will be dressing more masculine, even the women. Expect suits everywhere. So I’m thinking we go opposite and make you look so sexy that the men will want you on their arms.”

“I don’t want to go too crazy..”

“It’s okay, baby, I know exactly what you need.” Their drinks and food arrived then; the server just as nervous as previously. Ridley shot him another grin that had him tripping over his feet as he left. “And you said Jordan wants an outfit too?”

“Only if we find something nice. She’s been busy with training and doesn’t want to ask Leah.” She slid her phone over the table for Ridley. “This is what Leah is wearing.”

“Fuck me, she’s stunning. We can find something to match that. Jordan has a gorgeous figure. If Leah is in a dress, is Jordan happy with a suit?”

“I think she’d prefer a suit to be honest…”

“Perfect, I already have something in mind.”

“I also have her sizing-” The look Ridley shot her was almost offended. She was good at sizing. “Never mind, now what are these?”

“Apple juice for the drink. These are torrijas which are essentially a sweet cinnamon sugar French toast, but the Spanish way. They tend to get offended at that description, though. I know you like your sweet things. And this is pan con tomate which is a very popular dish in Spain where you have bread, usually ciabatta, which you brush with olive oil and toast before rubbing garlic cloves over the bread and then spreading the tomato on top. If I were to liken it to anything, it would be closest to bruschetta, just with tomato puree and it’s simpler.” She gestured to the tables around them, most of which had the same. “It’s very popular in Catalonia.”

“I feel like falling in love with Spain is inevitable at this point.”

Ridley allowed herself a chuckle. “Well, you’ll always have a home with me.” She let herself pause to see YFN’s smile. “If you’re used to naked people, that is.”

YFN groaned.

“What? You’ve seen me naked.” Ridley teased.

“You know, I think the noise would be the deal-breaker.”

She shrugged. “I soundproof. And then there’s the gags-”

Ridley was stopped by a small torrija launched in her general direction which she caught with ease and bit into as if it were meant for her.

They finished up their brunch and of course Ridley collected the server’s number before they left, much to YFN’s disapproval. Ridley made sure YFN had all of the attention and care she needed when they chose a dress. By the end of it, even she admitted it was stunning. It was a simple, charcoal grey satin dress which curved down around her body, hugging all of the right places. It was a spaghetti strap and low back to accentuate one of her best features, her back, and those dimples at the bottom. The design was so elegant and simplistic that even YFN loved it. They played around with hairstyles, Ridley eventually convincing her that a minimal boho side-braid would be the best with the dress the show off her collarbone on one side. They picked out jewellery, a simple silver necklace and a few rings along with an exquisite silver flower ear cuff. YFN had said she’d never felt so beautiful in her life. Ridley was proud of that. She loved putting confidence into others, especially YFN.

During her fittings and talks to the staff, Ridley had been doing some shopping of her own, amongst which was a suit for Jordan to wear. It was expensive, but money had never been a factor for Ridley as she purchased everything they’d chosen that day, including YFN’s items before she’d even had a chance. Ridley had YFN tell Jordan that she had a full outfit picked out for her as she drove them to lunch by the beach. A dip in the water was tempting, but they were already both hanging out for the pool at home. A lazy day, just with each other’s company.

“Do you mind if we pick up Chiquito on the way to yours?” Ridley had asked.

“He won’t fight with Narla?”

“He doesn’t fight with anyone unless it’s for my attention.”

“Okay, then.”

Chiquito was Ridley’s cat. He was a young, grey Turkish Angora that she’d rescued during her recent contract in Dubai. Due to the weather, he was a lot less furry than others of the same breed and being Ridley’s pet, he was quite used to all things outdoors including swimming. Unusual for a cat. They say pets are like their owners, and in that aspect he was, along with being the cuddliest cat on the planet according to Ridley. YFN had not met him yet, though.

They stopped by Ridley’s house, which she’d only seen in photos. It was massive. To own a house in Spain, you needed to be well off, let alone to own a house of that size. It was typical Spanish architecture, and from the state of it and the Spanish gardens, it was obvious she had people to take care of it. Inside, it was still original with a modern twist. The attention to detail was incredible, she knew Ridley must have had a lot of input into the intricacies of the place. Everything was so neat and tidy and…Ridley. Chiquito greeted them at the door, excited to meet someone new. He let YFN pick him up and cuddle him while Ridley showed her around the house. The outdoor area and pool were stunning. YFN’s jaw dropped. She knew Ridley was rich, but she had no idea how rich. She was scared to look in the garage.

“Why don’t we just swim here?” She laughed as she stared.

Ridley shrugged. “We can. Isn’t Lucy picking you up from your apartment, though?”

Your apartment, she’d said. A Ridley way of saying she approved of their relationship which was more important to her than she realised. “I can just give her this address.”

“Okay, it’s settled. We’ll stay here then.”

Two people rounded the corner then and YFN jumped.

“It’s okay,” Ridley laughed. “It’s just my housekeeper and caretaker. Blue, this is Maria and Mateo.”

She waved while Ridley introduced them to her in Spanish. They were a cute, older couple who looked happy to see someone other than one of Ridley’s casuals. Ridley asked them something in Spanish and they nodded, getting to work.

“They live in the guest house,” she said. “They look after the place 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I’m practically just their guest who’s home on occasion.”

“They seem lovely. What did you ask them?”

“I just told them to expect more company and asked if we could have some snacks out by the pool.”

Ridley was similar to Lucy, always hungry, because she was always working out. She showed her around the entire place, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, gym, kitchen, living areas and she even had a music room. Ridley loved her music. She’d always played when they were younger.

“Do you remember any of the guitar I taught you?” She asked.

“Some I think?”

Ridley grinned and picked up an acoustic guitar, handing it to her, before taking her favourite since high school, a cream coloured Sterling Cutlass. Ridley took a few more things including an amp out by the pool with them and set them up. YFN texted Lucy the address before they settled in for a swim and a play. Watching Chiquito get in the water and swim was one of the strangest things she’d ever seen, and it was hilarious to see him all soaked as he got out. They sun-baked for a while in their bikini’s and had a few jam sessions, the music coming back to YFN. Ridley could tell how much she’d missed it and the calm that came with it that she enjoyed. Snacks, guitars, swimming, Chiquito. It was perfect. They’d lost track of time, the sun getting lower in the sky. YFN was sprawled out on her sunbed in her bikini and open button up, eyes closed and listening to Ridley as she jammed to a song. Ridley was proud of her musical intelligence, following flows and creating her own melodies. She was sitting partially cross-legged on her sunbed, also in her bikini and button up, Bose headphones on and head moving to the sounds she was improvising. They had Spotify playing popular songs that she was improvising solos to, eyes closed and in her happy place. Chiquito was by her foot, now fluffy again with the sun drying his fur, curled up with his paw draped over her foot. He was a touchy cat.

She was in the middle of a solo to The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, one of her favourite songs, when a grape hit her head. She was undisturbed and reached for it, popping it into her mouth before another one hit her and she got the hint, her eyes opening to a sight she hadn’t expected.

Lucy was there. With Ona Batlle. And Keira Walsh. And Alexia.

Alexia would have been lying if she said she wasn’t turned on by the sight of Ridley jamming away in her bikini. YFN threw a grape at her, impacting her temple but she didn’t flinch, she stayed in her zone, even popping the grape into her mouth as her fingers expertly navigated her instrument. She opened her eyes at the second grape, though, her eyes immediately finding Alexia with a grin before they roamed over the others she was with. She popped the second grape in her mouth and tilted her head, pulling her headphones down around her neck.

“What in the world of football lesbians do we have here?”

Another grape hit her head. This one was thrown by Lucy, though, from her spot on the bottom of YFN’s sunbed.

“Are you secret royalty?” Lucy asked.

“No, just materialistic, I guess.”

Lucy chuckled at that and Alexia could tell they were already good friends. “I brought a few people, I hope you don’t mind. I drove them all to practise this morning.”

YFN was standing, introducing herself to Keira and Ona. Keira was happy to meet her, hugs and all. Ona was a little quieter than usual, Alexia realised. It had been last minute that they’d diverted and she hadn’t realised YFN would be here, she supposed.

“The more, the merrier.”

“The pool looks tempting. I would ask for a swim, but the sun is setting and we don’t have bikini’s.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to a little skinny dipping, Bronze,” she replied with a wink.

“Riddlessss…” Came the warning from YFN. “Play nice.”

Ridley put her hands up in a gesture of submission. “Party wrecker.”

YFN rolled her eyes. “Ona, Keira, this is Ridley, Ridley, this is half of the Barca team,” she said with a laugh. It was a happy sound that made Lucy turn around just to look at her. She stepped forward and put a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder where she sat. “And you already know Lucy and Alexia.”

Ridley gave a wave. “Hola. And this is Chiquito. Welcome to our home.” She gestured around her as she picked up the little grey cat. “Have you come to take my friend away?”

Ridley stood then, most of her body on show. Alexia couldn’t physically help but stare at her. So many scars she hadn’t noticed before. And…tattoos? Ridley wandered over closer to the group, not bothering to close the button up like YFN had. With a body like that, she didn’t blame her.

“Sure have. I hear you helped YFN find a dress for Friday?”

“Not ‘helped’.” YFN said. “She did everything. And accessories. And hair. And Jordan’s outfit also. I can’t wait for you to see it!” She gushed leaning further onto Lucy. Alexia knew she didn’t mean to be so touchy in front of Ona, it was just how they were together. Thinking that, she remembered Ridley’s fingertips on her hand at the restaurant the other night, her lips on her cheek as she said goodbye, her fingertips rubbing her clit into her orgasm and through it-

“La Reina?”

That pulled her from her daze, her eyes immediately locking with Ridley’s.

“Si?”

“Are you okay with it?”

“With what…?”

Ridley’s smile and eyebrow raise made her feel like she knew she was the reason she was so distracted. That stunning face. Alexia was…nervous. It was an unusual feeling.

“I asked Ridley if she wanted to come tonight and she only will if you’re okay with it.” Lucy responded. She was standing now, one arm around YFN’s hip.

Alexia cleared her throat quietly and responded quickly trying to not be so obvious about wanting exactly that. “Si…yes I’m okay with it.”

Alexia tore her gaze off of Ridley, finding anything else. Her eyes fell on YFN who was biting her lip and Alexia wondered what she was thinking before she spoke. “We can meet you at the bar if you want?”

Ah, she must have been thinking about an awkward car ride sitting between Ona and Keira.

“Your clothes…” Lucy reminded her.

“I have plenty of clothes here. Many different sizes. We’ll find something cute for her to wear.” Ridley was confident.

Alexia wondered exactly why she had so many clothes, and her brain immediately thought of women she had over. Was it for them?

“It is…a boy?” Ona asked in broken English, stepping closer to Ridley and looking at Chiquito.

“Si.” She took a small step forward for Ona to pat. Ona was very much an animal lover. Keira stepped forward also when she realised how cuddly he was.

“How old is he?” She asked.

“Just turned one.”

“You adopted him?”

“She rescued him while she was in Dubai,” YFN answered for her.

Ridley rescued him? The thought of her seeing the little cat and wanting to take him home to Spain moved something in her. Her heart softened. He was very much obsessed with his mum, from the way he looked at her. Alexia felt a sadness in her stomach for her Pomeranian, Nala, who she’d recently lost. She pushed that emotion aside and gave way to the next which surprisingly was a deep jealousy, watching both Ona and Keira so close to Ridley, brushing up against her as they patted Chiquito in her arms. Keira stepped back first, being more of a dog than a cat person and even while Ona was still patting him, he looked over at Alexia and extended a paw in a stretch, slowly blinking. She thought she was going crazy, thinking he was gesturing to her when Ridley caught her attention.

“I think he wants to meet you.”

Alexia hesitated, not allowing herself to look up at Ridley just yet, for fear of daydreaming or doing something stupid again. She stepped towards the cat who was leaning into Ona’s hands, though looking at the Barca captain as she came so close she was almost touching Ridley. She stroked her fingertips through his soft, longish grey hair, noticing there wasn’t much of him. He was still a baby. And he was adorable.

“He’s intelligent, no?” She asked in Spanish.

“Si, very much so,” Ridley replied in perfect Spanish.

Ona’s head shot up. “You speak Spanish?”

“Of course, I live and work here.”

“Most people don’t bother to learn.”

She shrugged. “You learnt English, no? It’s rude to move to a country and not try to learn the language.”

“Wow, your Spanish is so good!” She complimented, listening to it roll off of her tongue. Ridley smirked at her and that jealously hit Alexia hard again. Very, very hard. So hard she felt sick and took a step back. She looked over at Lucy who’s eyes widened as she noticed.

“Okay, should we stop patting Ridley’s cat and go?” It was a deliberate sexual innuendo, obvious enough to earn her a slap on the arm by YFN. They grinned at each other.

“I’ll see you there. Text me the address.”

“Actually, we’re going to Javier’s bar…” Alexia said.

“Javier?” Ridley seemed confused and the look in her eye was almost as if she would back out. Alexia wasn’t surprised, she would have a lot of people flirting with her there. She couldn’t imagine she’d get through the night without spending some time up in one of the private rooms with someone.

“Is that okay?” YFN asked, a hand going onto her friend’s arm.

“Si,” she replied, pulled from her thoughts, her eyes finding Alexia’s. “Yes, we’ll see you there.”

Alexia was sitting on a bar stool, her leg bouncing as they waited. All of the Barca girls were there and having a good time. It was the middle of the week, so they weren’t drinking, just having dinner and chatting away. A hand touched her knee gently and she turned to Lucy who was giving her a look. A look that said ‘calm down, everything is okay.’

“They’ll be here soon.”

They’d arrived earlier, and Alexia knew that. Just as she said that, they walked through the door. She knew that because of the regulars greeting Ridley, and Lucy’s head snapping to watch YFN like she sensed she was there. Lucy stood automatically and Alexia couldn’t help but chuckle. They were just as bad as each other. While Ridley was tied up with some of the staff and regulars, Lucy introduced YFN around the table. Alexia forced herself to talk to Mapi and Ingrid across from her, distracting herself. She’d only lost sight of Ridley for a few minutes when the hair on her neck tingled and she smelled her perfume as she came up behind her.

“Is this seat taken?” She asked in Spanish.

Alexia shook her head as Ridley took a seat to her left, but not before introducing herself to Mapi and Ingrid over their table who gave Alexia a look. It was common knowledge around the team by now of Alexia’s ‘crush’. The ‘one who made her so grumpy’ Oshoala had said.

“Alexia!” Came another voice from behind her. She turned in her seat and grinned at Javier who had his arms outstretched as he came in for a hug and a kiss on either cheek. “Ridley was telling me about how your friends are dating…small world, yes?” He laughed.

“Apparently so,” she grumbled.

He laughed again at that. Javier was not stupid. He knew people. Not of people. But…people. What made them tick. It’s what made him so good at his job. “Servers will be around soon, I’m heading off for an early night, I just wanted to say hello first.”

“Sexy date?” Ridley asked.

“Oh baby, you know it. I’m going to blow his socks off.”

They shared a hand clap and a cheeky look between them. Javier said his goodbyes and left, but not before slipping something to Ridley that she caught out of the corner of her eye. Her stomach sank. Was it a room key, so she could fuck someone?

Lucy and YFN returned to their seats on the right side of Alexia, Lucy grabbing the bottom of YFN’s chair and dragging it right up against hers. Cute. Although Ridley wasn’t as close, she was very aware that she was right next to her, no matter where she looked.

“Alexia?” A small voice came from behind her.

She turned in her chair to see a young girl in a Barca jersey holding up a little teddy. Alexia took it out of politeness.

“Hola. Would you like me to sign this?” She asked in Spanish with a smile.

“No, that’s a present for you. Could I get a photo?”

Alexia smiled and nodded. She knelt down next to the girl and held the teddy up, one arm going around her as her mother took a photo of both of them.

“Thank you for my teddy, it’s very cute.”

“Her name is Nala.” Alexia hesitated, not able to find words. “Because you lost Nala.”

The melancholy must have been written on her face because her mother stepped forwards putting her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Alexia. She heard you lost Nala and wanted to give you something…I hope it’s okay?”

“Y..yes.” She replied, her voice cracking. “Yes of course, sorry, you caught me off guard. Thank you for this.” The last part was directed to the girl who smiled.

She watched them as they walked off and she returned to her barstool, holding the teddy to her with one arm. Nala. Fingertips touched her hand. She looked at Ridley who had lost all cheekiness, her eyes sincere.

“Are you okay?” The question was soft and just between the pair.

Alexia nodded. “Si, thank you.”

“She’s cute,” she murmured, looking at the teddy.

Her fingertips left her then and the skin where they were became cold.

The rest of the night was full of good talks, and a few awkward moments. Ona had been unable to stop her eyes wandering to Lucy, and it was obvious to everyone at the table besides her. YFN made her way around to talk to different people, Ridley mingling also. Ona had been flirting with Ridley and Alexia wondered if it was intentional, or just to distract herself from Lucy. From what she’d seen, Ridley had been polite about it, but that hadn’t stopped the jealousy. They all moved around, not really keeping their seats as they spoke to each other. Alexia kept her little teddy close so it wouldn’t be covered in drinks or food.

“Ridley!”

Ridley turned, so did Alexia who was a few people down from her. He was a handsome guy who’d had a few to drink, and he spoke to Ridley like he knew her.

“Hola.”

“It’s me!” He said in Spanish with a slur.

She tilted her head.

“Max?”

“Oh! Max. Hola.” She seemed uninterested and as if he’d interrupted them, which he had. Still, her reaction caught Alexia off guard because she was usually nice to everyone.

He frowned. “I thought you’d be more excited to see me.”

“I’m with friends, Max. Is everything okay?”

“I just wanted to know if you’re free.”

“Clearly not.”

Another frown. “I’m beginning to think you don’t like me…”

“I’ve told you multiple times in the past that I don’t.”

“Come on baby.” He grabbed her jaw. “I wanna see what that mouth can do.”

Alexia took a step forwards but stopped as YFN grabbed her arm. “She’s got this.” She murmured.

Ridley slapped his hand away. “My mouth can do a lot of things…” She teased.

“Like what baby?”

“Like hurt your feelings. Now fuck off.”

He didn’t take it well and his jaw flexed as Ridley turned her back on him. A woman came over and grabbed his arm, dragging him away before returning and grabbing Ridley, spinning her around.

Ridley groaned. “What in the one mutual friend do you want?”

“That’s my boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry. Do you need a therapist? I have a great one I can recommend.”

A few of the Barca girls chuckled under their breath, enjoying the show.

“Fuck you. He’s a great guy! He was just being nice!”

“You see a lot of potential in a guy who obviously sleeps on a mattress on the floor.”

Alexia coughed to cover a laugh and from the side of Ridley’s mouth smirking, she knew she heard it.

“You’re just a fucking-”

“Uh uh.” Ridley cut off. “Before you try to hurt my feelings, take into account that I don’t have any, and that you probably do. Now go back to your boyfriend and maybe give him some attention so he’ll stop trying to pick up women in the bar like he does every other night.”

“He does not.”

She shrugged. “Just warning you. Have fun.”

“He’s…he just like sex. He’s the reason I’m happy.”

“Good for you. I’m the reason a lot of people drink heavily. Now fuck off before I call security.”

She raised her hand, gesturing to the security guard watching them. The woman looked over and thought about it until she gave up and walked away. Ridley nodded to the security guard who nodded back and kept an eye on them.

Ridley turned back around to the applause of the Barca girls and Alexia would be lying if she said she wasn’t incredibly turned on. Apparently Ona was also as she leant in and shared a chuckle with her about the ordeal. Alexia turned away but couldn’t find a distraction anywhere. Across from her, Mapi and Ingrid were kissing, and to her right, YFN and Lucy were getting closer, talking lowly with their eyes loving each other. She couldn’t be mad, but she was. So mad. Behind the madness she could feel loneliness and sadness. She looked at the time. 9pm. They had training tomorrow.

“I’m going to head off,” she murmured thinking no one would hear. They did.

“Already?” Lucy asked before looking at the time, her eyes widening and turning to YFN. “We need to get you to bed.”

YFN had an early flight.

“We’ll come too,” Mapi nodded.

“I want to stay,” Ona said, but it was directed more at Ridley. Her eyes flicked to Lucy and back though.

Alexia didn’t even want to hear the response, thinking about the room key in her pocket. She stood and said her goodbyes, holding her teddy close as she walked out with Lucy, YFN, Mapi, Ingrid, and a few others.

“Who needs a lift?” Lucy asked.

Alexia, Mapi and Ingrid put their hand up for that. Oshoala offered to take Patri and Keira home while Caroline and Marta were going together.

On the way to the car, they were approached by two young men wanting autographs. Alexia had seen them before, and knew they didn’t care about them, they just used their autographs to make money. The Barca girls brushed them off but they were insistent. One of them was going for Lucy and pushed YFN out of the way. She stumbled and fell to her knees.

Lucy saw red and shoved him away, helping YFN back onto her feet, putting her behind her protectively. “Get the fuck away from her.”

He put his hands up and backed away, Lucy waiting until far enough away to look at YFN’s scraped hands. She put her in the passenger side and closed the door, holding the rear door open for the others. Ingrid jumped in and Mapi was shoving the other insistent guy away before he got to the Norwegian. Alexia was last, and obviously his prime target.

“Alexia!” He held out something for her to sign. She ducked her head kept walking to the car. “What, so you’ll only sign it if I’m a girl? Typical lesbian.”

What he said was disgusting, but it wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before. She kept walking to the car as he backed away, though he seemed to change his mind and before she got to the car, he snatched the teddy from her arms and ran away.

“No!” She yelled after him. Nala. He jumped into the car his friend was in, both laughing as they started the engine. Alexia knew better than to pursue in case she was hurt and just stood there, her arm still outstretched a little from when she’d tried to stop him. She couldn’t help the tears that fell from her eyes. A hand touched her arm and she turned. Ridley. One look at her face and Ridley’s jaw flexed, her expression changing to something Alexia hadn’t seen before. Ridley ran to their car as they started it up and grabbed the door handle. It was locked. They stuck their finger up at her and started to drive off. She ran with them and that’s when she smashed the front window in with her fist. It took a few tries and Alexia gasped when she watched it, knowing how much it must have hurt. The guys yelled and hit the brakes as she leant through the window and grabbed the teddy. She left them there, and wandered back over to Alexia, her anger disappearing as she did so. The car sped off behind her. Alexia looked wide eyed at Ridley as she handed the teddy back to her as if it was nothing.

“Some things can’t be replaced.” She murmured, not meeting her eyes.

Alexia’s lips trembled and she wiped the tears from her eyes, taking it and holding it close to her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, can you drive my car to hospital please? I broke my hand.”

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slow dancing in a burning room - eight

word count: 5.6k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, smut.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

a/n: thanks to those who hung on to this fic. I truly appreciate your effort to show your support start to see a glimmer here (unless I decide angst is more reliable to decide to ruin it all again 🫣) and if you like it… please comment and reblog it! x

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“Hi,” you smiled at Rooster perched over a power saw in the last dregs of the afternoon sunlight. Wood chips splashed as he pushed the cutter through the board and he was glistening. You realised he couldn’t hear you so you waited a moment until he finished and tried to greet him again, raising a clammy, nervous palm towards him from where you stood on the front pathway. He turned back and a shy smile crept across his handsome features, carefully waving a dusty hand back.

“Hey, you,” he said, pulling his hearing protection from his ears and tossing them on the grass. Ironic considering what he did for a living would probably guarantee tinnitus but hey, who were you to judge.

“I didn’t want to surprise you.”

He grinned widely, amused. “Yeah, that wouldn’t go down so well, I guess.”

“Probably not,” you agreed.

“Just tryin’ to finish up for the day,” he explained.

Embarrassed, you nodded quickly. “Sure. No problem. Just bringing your shirt back,” you kept the part that you had slept in it to wrap yourself around him one last time before you’d reluctantly washed and pressed it before work to deliver back to him safely to yourself. “I don’t want to bother you.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured, squinting at a particular spot on the board before him and running a gloved palm over it to ensure it was cut to his liking. “Light is getting a bit hazy so probably best I stop for the day anyway, good timing,” he said, kicking a wood end away in his work boots and bending to tidy around him. His strong, muscular legs supported him, golden biceps rippling with sweat, maybe they were a little pink on his shoulders and suddenly he was before you.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, your brain screamed. He was so close and so handsome and so making your head swim. How did you manage before?

Oh, right, you recalled. He always made you feel like this.

You blinked to centre and distract yourself from his brawny shoulder, taking in the home he had worked so dutifully on since you had been apart behind him - you never let yourself take it in on previous trips before but it looked so wonderful and you were so proud of him and you just wanted to tell him. But his lopsided grin nabbed your gaze again and he chuckled, low. “Not bad, huh?” He knew.

“House looks good,” you said as he grinned, the pride evident as he peered back over his shoulder, taking in his work, the exterior’s painting only recently finished. You couldn’t deny it made you feel glum that you weren’t sharing this monumental task together. He had put his enforced time off to very, very good use.

“Thank you, puttin’ a lot a’ time and energy into it,” he admitted. “Learnin’ a lot. Thought I only knew how to fly jet planes quick, but it turns out I’m pretty good with a sledgehammer too.”

You giggled quietly. “I’d believe that, actually,” and you saw the apples of his cheek flush. He’d blame the afternoon heat… or something.

“What are you building here?” Your curiosity got the best of you and you really didn’t have any right to ask, but the whole Notebook fantasy was ringing clear in your ears and it was almost painful to see him working so hard with his hands.

“Veggie patch,” and he waited patiently for your reaction.

Of course he fucking was. It was the one thing you’d spent hours talking about together. What was seasonal, and what was useful. What you both enjoyed. And here he was slaving over it because he still wanted it in his future. Little did you know, he’d build you whatever you fucking well wanted, he wanted to say if it gave you the slightest thought of coming home to him.

“I’ll probably kill everything upon planting,” he joked. “I know I’ll have a black thumb.”

“It’ll be gorgeous,” you promised him softly.

“Can only give it a try,” he shrugged. “Just finish work?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Can’t wait to shower. Got the approved designs for the extension, so that’s pretty exciting. It’s so much bigger than I expected.”

“Amazing. Glad you're doing it,” he smiled. He was taking your breath away. You were so heady on him, it was making your knees buckle, and unlike all the times before, you didn’t have his sturdy, strong palms on your hips to keep you upright.

But you threw all this away. This was the actual lowest you could feel, the pit of your life, seeing him so relaxed, happy, calm. At peace. It made you feel just miserable.

“Yeah, me too. I’ve got a business manager now, so - ”

“Business manager? Fancy.”

You wanted to hide your face, he was so teasing and so handsome and so -

“You’re free of the paperwork you hate,” he beamed.

“Yes,” you admitted, bashfully. “It’s so strange someone else is doing it and they can oversee the building contracts and whatnot. I’m not that person anymore.” You weren’t good at relinquishing control and this was so far out of your comfort zone to do so.

“Awesome.”

“Yeah, numbers will never be my thing.”

But Bradley was great with numbers. He needed to calculate and have a basic understanding of geometry, but it all came so naturally to him, he didn’t have to apply himself. He had worked so hard as a kid to make sure he understood that kind of thing - he had always known this would be his life. And even with Mav holding him back… he had never forgotten what he needed to get there, only making him more determined.

“Here,” you handed him his shirt and he showed you his grubby hands. “Right,” you said bashfully, looping it over his head and around his neck, the mix of his cologne and sweat thick in the air. “There ya go.”

He would never admit it, but he knew your perfume anywhere. He could smell the slightest aroma lingering on his shirt and suddenly didn’t want to wash it ever again. “Come in for a beer,” he offered.

You made a face. “A beer,” you snickered. It was like he didn’t know you. But he knew you. He knew exactly how to bait you.

“Not the way to your heart?” he snivelled back and your heart raced because it wasn’t the way to your heart, but his gentle tease helped a lot. When you didn’t reply, he quickly added, “Pretty sure I got a good reserve bourbon inside. Just in case unexpected guests pop over,” he lied magnificently. The smugness of him made you tingle in all the places it shouldn’t have and if you watched him for one more second -

“No, I shouldn’t,” you tried but, in your mind, you were already sitting on the bench, sipping your drink, imagining what it could be. Those evenings you’d sit together and unwind, you chatted absent-mindedly while he cooked and piped up as required. And when he just couldn’t take it anymore he would step between your thighs, massage your enticing skin and kiss you deeply. His velvet tongue would caress yours, and he’d remind you of all the ways he loved you while dinner was forgotten about -

“Why not? Hot date?” Rooster hated himself for even joking about it.

You forced a laugh. “Uhh, no. Just tired. Long days.” And if I walk in, I won’t want to walk out.

He nodded, seeing right through you. “Come in for a drink anyway. I’m sure you can have a quick one,” he headed towards the house and you had to admit, you were kind of keen to go inside and see what he’d done to the place. When you’d ended things, all that was in the house was his bed and boxes from his villa in Virginia Beach.

You hummed as he started on the steps and nodded towards the door. He could ask you to take a walk off a short pier and you’d do it gladly as you pretended to be put out and eventually smiled, following him. “Just one,” you told him, meandering past him and he held open the door.

“Of course,” he said. “Just one,” he bit back his grin as you passed him, he’d be lying to say he wasn’t checking out your beautiful ass in those delightful leggings. He pushed his sunnies into his uncontrollable curls, which were a little shorter than normal after he had them trimmed earlier. You knew that well enough, but he still let the curls grow as long as he was allowed. He smirked as you poked your head into the bathroom, giggling quietly to yourself.

“Really are loving that mallet, huh?” you asked, plaster, tile and ceramics littering the floor.

“Done wonders for my recovery,” he murmured. “It’s been fantastic. Want a turn?”

“There aren’t enough tiles in the world,” you muttered to yourself. Bradley snorted and nodded.

“I’ll bet,” he said as you carefully followed him down the hallway to the living area. “Make yourself comfy,” he said as he wandered into the kitchen, the kitchen you wanted to demolish. He had yet to touch it, you noted. “Pick your poison?” he wriggled his eyebrows as he peeled off his aviators and tossed them on the bench with his phone.

Resistance was futile as you pulled yourself up onto the bench too, while his eyes never left you. It was where you had always sat. He chuckled low, going to the makeshift liquor cabinet and pulling out two tumblers, before moving to the freezer for the ice, tossing a few blocks in, the tinkle so inviting as you popped up on the bench. He poured your drink and turned back to face you.

“Comfy?” And it wasn’t internally a hidden double-meaning, but it was and you swallowed. Bradley would be lying to say that taking those few steps, pushing your thighs wide and making himself comfy between them didn’t invade his senses. And you’d be lying to say… you didn’t want him to think just that because you were so desperate for him he could just let it happen - he couldn’t just entice you inside without trying just a little. Putting just a little work in at least.

Sweaty, hard body on display, unruly curls, that beard that was just… doing the wildest things to your thoughts. He retrieved ice for you and approached, holding out the tumbler. “Cheers, lo – cheers,” he repeated again, stopping himself from that name he swore he’d never say again… but slipped into so easily.

You raised your glass, pretending not to catch it. “Cheers, Rooster.”

God, he hated when you called him that. He was your Bradley.

You both took deserving gulps but neither could drop your gaze. You could see what you lost right here in front of you. Your man… this house, your life together. He was moving on without you and all he saw was where you should be every evening while you both discussed your days before the desire would ultimately take over and you hold each other, kiss, touch. That true intimacy you’d never felt with anyone else.

“So, what are you going to do here?” you dared ask as he gave a slight shrug.

“I dunno – kind of waiting for inspiration to take over, I suppose. Gut the cooker, and stovetop kind of sucks. Change the backsplash.”

“The backsplash is the only redeeming thing here,” you admitted, a hint of snark, or maybe tease, in your voice.

“Oh yeah?” his lip quirked, clearly picking up on it, as he eased back against the bench opposite you. He knew you were desperate to discuss your thoughts for the space, and he would give it to you because he really was interested in what you thought. He took a sip of his drink and didn’t dare look away from you.

“Subway tiles never go out of style, but the colour is bold for such a chilled place. Get someone to paint them white, it’ll be beautiful. It’ll also look bigger.”

“You know a bit about this stuff?”

“Not really. I just know what I like. Obviously, it’s your kitchen, so you gotta do what suits you,” you added quickly, taking a needy sip. Why was he making you nervous?! This man had seen you naked countless times and knew every part of you so incredibly intimately. He licked his lips, with a slow nod.

“What else, love?” he said quietly, but didn’t apologise when your term of endearment slipped out this time.

“I have some interior design magazines at home if you want some inspiration,” you offered pathetically. You knew as well as him that he was not interested in interiors and how dumb you sounded.

“I love that it's your porn,” he said with a gentle goad, and you resisted with every fibre of your being to correct him. That it was him that was your complete fantasy, and he was so close, and he looked so damn delicious. Wild, free. Sinister in how sexy he was. If it was a dream, you didn’t want to wake up. “How’s that drink?”

“It’s good,” you admitted. It wasn’t something you’d drink if it wasn’t with him – he’d taught you how to appreciate it after all. And if you weren’t clever, you’d know it was all a ruse to try and recall those things you did when you were together. He was no dummy either.

He adjusted his posture to lean over the bench, right near you. Long and lean, he cast such a frame as his muscles flexed and released so close to you.

“What have I missed the last few months?” he asked softly.

"What do you mean?" you asked, dumb to the question.

"What else has been happening?"

"Aside from work."

He hummed. "You know that's not what I mean."

Heart thrumming in your chest, you knew exactly what he meant. "Nothing," and it wasn't a lie. The only thing that changed was him in your life.

“I’ve missed talking to you," he confided.

Swallowing thickly, you found yourself getting flustered.

“Get me now?” he breathed, standing again to his full height (you missed how big he was and how teeny he could make you feel), fidgeting but closer again, almost before you, his eyes at his feet meekly.

“Yes,” you answered meekly.

He exhaled, he was tense too and as he gazed up and caught your eyes, he murmured, “I missed you every minute of every day,” he confided. “I never thought we would be in the same room again… well, without other people.”

“Me neither,” you agreed and somehow, you still felt like it was a very bad idea as his body leaned in and the thick base of the tumbler hit the benchtop. You were drunk on him, and you wanted to touch and taste him so much it almost hurt. You knew you were shaking as you adjusted your posture to sit up and he pushed that step closer, his thick thighs were grazing against yours now. If he took one more step, it would be improper.

…but how you wanted the improper!

“You’re very close,” you told him, a warning to both of you.

“Do you want me to step back?” his nose almost touched yours as you weakly shook your head.

“No.”

“No…”

“The opposite.”

As instructed, he took that step closer, pressing his waist between your wide thighs, tummies almost pressed together. It was like there was only one more thing to do. “Just kiss me,” he begged. “Don’t think about anything else, just let yourself feel good.”

It was hard to argue with him, he was always incredibly good at making his points when your head was swirling. He laughed gently as your head started to spin. He finally made that move and he grasped the meat of your quads, dragging you to him, core pressed against his abs now and relief almost swept over you because you needed him. He was the only one that could make you feel this way. No one else could compare. He could make you feel and do things you’d only fantasised about - not even your toys could bring you the pleasure he was able.

He had you right where he wanted you and you were at a loss to figure out how to fight it.

“This isn’t a good idea. We worked so hard to get back to this place,” you said, your hands pressed deeply on his waist of their own volition. Your heart was making the decisions now and your head had absolutely no say.

Your fingers itched, threatening to glide forward and find the drawstring to release his boardies. He was so hard there was no denying it, but you were so wet and frenetic for his cock. You knew how well you fit together. And you would be lying to say that you hadn’t thought on more than one occasion what if we could just have one more night?

“I know, just when I thought we could become friends again...” Rooster agreed. Still, his fingers were already pulling at the hem of your shirt, dragging it from the band of your leggings and his eyes begging, pleading for you to say a quick yes instead of a …slow …painful no.

To raise your arms willingly and let him undress you and recreate all the positions he'd been so busy fantasising about before this all went apeshit. “Say no and I’ll respect it. I won’t like it, but I’ll walk away.”

“But I want this,” you told him. “I need you.”

“Yeah?” He needed reassurance. And you needed it too.

“Yes, Bradley.”

“That’s all I need to hear,” he told you, his knuckles grazing your hips as he bunched your shirt into his hands. He was clinging so tightly to the linen that it threatened to rip under the pressure of his grip.

“Rooster?”

“Stop calling me that,” he begged, a light frustration etched in his deep rasp. “My friends call me that.”

“I’m not your friend?” It wasn’t the time to tease, but how could you not?

“No, you know you’re not my friend. Not anymore, you’re not,” he was stern, and commanding and it hurt a little to hear that he didn’t feel you were friends anymore. Mere acquaintances maybe.

“Who am I then?”

His stare was so intense, it was hard to resist giving in at first. His perfect, full lips were desperate to be kissed. “You’re my Love," he said so softly.

“Bradley…” you almost crooned. The way he almost always knew what to say…

He hummed a reply, licking his lips and taking the initiative to raise your shirt a little more. That small peak of skin on your tummy was his undoing, and he could only imagine his tongue swirling around your belly button as you writhed under him. “Tell me to stop, and I swear, I will,” he said again as your hands drifted up his body, your warm palms cupping his fuzzy chin and capturing your gaze.

He needed the words.

You pulled his lips to yours, kissing him long and deep, your fingers tickling the nape of his neck, the soft tendrils different under your touch. Your slick tongue snuck into his mouth, dancing sinfully with his. He pulled you against him roughly, he wasn’t going to let you go. “Fuck me, Bradley,” you said, breathless and he hiked you up into his strong arms.

“I’m gonna make you cum all night, sweet girl,” he said, and you melted, missing your little nickname from him. “Let me fuck you until you beg me to stop,” he started to guide you to the master suite, the room that you and he were meant to share before you both went and blew it all up.

Was this his chance to get back everything he wanted? If it was, he was going to make you drunk on him, prove to you how fucking good you were together, how good you made the other feel, and how fucking good you were at this.

Tonight, Bradley Bradshaw was going to claim you like he always should have.

He carried you to the master bedroom. The last time you saw it, it was bare aside from the moving boxes that had already been delivered. Now it was properly lived in. He wasn’t surprised when you pulled away to stand and take in the room – still magnificent as the sun set over the Pacific Ocean before you. You’d had such dreams for this room.

He watched you kick off your sneakers and slowly push down your leggings from your soft hips, and he licked his lips because he wanted to taste every millimetre of skin on your beautiful body. “You’re staring,” you told him.

His cheeks flushed. “I know, I want to be sorry, but your body…”

You got to the ankle and used your other foot to remove the offending garment, leaving them in a pool at your feet. You unbuttoned the first few notches on your linen shirt before pulling it over your head and adding that to the growing pile.

“Did you plan this?” Rooster asked, taking in the sweet, but oh-so-sexy lingerie set, not complicated but cute enough to have him salivating. You shook your head. And of course, you hadn’t. An hour ago, you were begging he wouldn’t be home, and you could have dropped that goddamn shirt off without incident.

“No,” you admitted, motioning for him to approach you. And you hadn’t but it was a sinful happenstance. “I only came to drop back your shirt… I was kind of hoping you weren’t here.”

“Why?”

“Because we would have avoided this."

He chewed back his smirk and replied, “Oh. I see.”

You couldn’t stop him if he tried, already so hard in his basketball shorts and tank top. He carefully palmed himself to relieve some pressure as you raised his top over his head and dragged your fingers from his clavicle to his Adonis belt. He felt like he was quaking. You moved his hand and massaged his cock through the fabric as he gave a shaky gasp.

“That’s good,” he muttered, his hips stuttering. “You know exactly what I like, love,” he murmured, his lips kissing from your shoulder to your jaw, latching onto your pulse point, which was beating rapidly under his tongue. He felt you loosen the waist of his shorts and slip them over his hips, not at all surprised he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Already hard, heavy and aching, you pulled him towards you, your soft hand lightly pumping him, his impressive cock twitching in your hands. “Feels good…” He sucked in a breath as your thumb ran over his silky head, already leaking in his excitement and slippery to the touch.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, real fuckin’ good.” His eyes fluttered closed and his forehead rested on your hair as he allowed himself to just feel your sweet touch.

“What do you want, Bradley?” you asked, releasing him to remove your bralette over your head and he licked his bottom lip, dragging it into his glistening teeth. Every curve of your body was just perfection in his honey-coloured gaze.

“More,” he admitted. “...everything.”

“Okay.”

“To kiss you again,” he said, climbing onto the bed, reaching his palm for yours. You gladly accepted and he pulled you tenderly to him, his large hand cupping your jaw and drawing your mouth to his. His kiss was better than you remembered, especially with the softness of his beard against your skin. You were so used to the tickle of his top lip. You reached your fingers into his longer locks and gently tugged on the unruly curls. “I love your hair longer,” you confided. You pressed your chest against his.

He laughed quietly. “Can't get shorter now.” …before I leave tomorrow, he added silently.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love your curls, but your hair is so sexy like this. And your beard…” you giggled quietly. “It’s like I’m with another person,” you whispered.

Bradley resisted his wide grin. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

You eagerly kissed him again as he pushed his body weight over and eased you onto your back, instinctually opening your thighs to him as he eagerly kissed up your body, stopping at your hips to loop his long fingers into your undies and slowly bring them down your legs. “So wet, just drippin’ for me, love…” his dark eyes stayed on you keenly and his tongue slid around your nipple sucking it into his warm mouth as he continued his ministrations.

“Oh, Bradley,” you breathed, lacing your fingers into his wild curls, hoping to keep him there. “You know my body so well.”

He grinned into your skin. “Know it better than my own,” he admitted with a huff of laughter. He brought his lips to yours, adjusting his weight on you and you forgot how much you missed his bulk. He felt so good, so strong and your body was weeping for his. His large palm traced down your tummy, playing with the small amount of hair on your pussy and his touch was like electricity. You guided his hands to where you wanted them most, his divine lips still kissing your tits, but his beautiful fingers sliding between your vulva, spreading the slick that seeped from you. He delicately opened your thighs and started to play with you. One finger, then a second as his thumb gently circled your eager clit. And as good as he felt, you wanted more. You wanted to be filled by him, cum on that beautiful cock and milk him until he was dry.

But he knew you and as he adjusted his posture to rest his dick at your entrance, he lightly pushed the head in, not making another move, only to look up and kiss you.

You groaned into his mouth as he slid in, delightfully slow until he hit the hilt. For the first time in months, you finally felt complete. Like this was exactly what you were missing.

Connection, desire, a willingness to simply be everything he needed you to be. Just like he always was with you. Even at your worst, he was so devout to you, and it still wasn’t enough for you. Well, this time, you were going to be everything he needed and more. And it started tonight.

Waking up in Rooster’s arms later that night made you feel more alive than you had in months. He was slowly kissing up your bicep to your shoulder. The feel of his beard was different and wonderful all at the same time. “Hi,” you mumbled, still in a sleepy bliss from his caress.

“Hi,” he grumbled back. “I’m not sorry I’ve woken you.”

You grinned to yourself. He never was. “It’s okay,” you admitted. “Are you okay? What time is it?”

He sighed. “Dunno. Maybe one?” His lips brushed past your collarbone to your pulse point, which was already racing as your fingers got lost in his long, unruly bedhead. “I missed this. You don’t know how much.”

You couldn’t lie to him and tell him you didn’t feel the same. “Me too.”

“I should probably go, Bradley,” you told him, softly and maybe a little sadly. “You have to leave in a few hours.”

“Can you stay?” His palms ran across your breasts, caressing and tenderly groping them, while his pointer finger circled your pained nipple, peaked and desperate for attention in his strong palm. He was playing so fucking dirty. “Just a little longer. I swear I’ll make it worth your while,” he pleaded before going in for the kill and his gleaming teeth bit into the tender, sensitive flesh, flashing a jolt through your entire system. “Don’t make me beg.”

But you knew you had to go.

It was so strange waking up with him… Was there a phrase for comfort fucking with your ex except for falling back into bad habits? You didn’t have clothes, toiletries, hell, you would be doing the walk of shame back at this point. “I dunno,” you admitted. “I should go…”

“Oh,” he said, a little surprised that you were so eagerly rejecting him. “Yeah, gotcha,” his hands slowly released you and he rolled to his back, chewing his tongue. He certainly wasn’t annoyed, but like you, certainly confused by the last eight hours. But he was encouraged as he saw you process from your pillow and if he played his cards right, he knew you were in two minds, and it mostly would lead to staying if he just pressed a little harder. “Then let me hold you a while longer at least?”

You said nothing but moved to sit on his quads, a perplexed eyebrow raised on his handsome features, surprise etched on his face. “Ask me to stay one more time,” you begged softly, leaning down to kiss him, his strong arms fastening you in place and not willing to release you. You left his lips and contemplated him as you continued trailing kisses across his jaw, your tongue tracing his pulse point and your teeth tenderly pressing into this soft flesh.

“Fuckin’ hell, stay forever,” he whined. “Baby, what are you doing to me? You make me fuckin’ weak.”

And to be frank, you didn’t know, but the need to have him close and make you cum was all your brain could comprehend. Your hands gripped his side, nails raking into the flesh of his hips, and he hissed, his eyes glued to yours as your warm tongue slid down the thick, well-nurtured muscles of his stomach and abdominals.

“That is good, love,” he said, lacing his fingers into your hair, giving it a gentle tug as you moaned, eyes fluttering closed. You enjoyed having your hair pulled, the way he tugged his fingertips into your scalp, encouraging, massaging. He kept his gaze on you, idly praying for a cheeky, messy blowjob, but your lips on his body were really all he needed. Your soft palm gently grasped between his legs, handling his tight balls tenderly, massaging. Oh, the obscene sounds he made as his hips writhed. “Please pretty baby, suck me off. I need your mouth,” he pleaded. “You give the best head…”

You gave him a small shy smile. You loved to perform for him, but after all this time, and in every position the karma sutra could throw at you, blowing him still made you nervous.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Just put that tongue to use, that beautiful warm mouth.” Needing the friction, he started to jerk himself. You loved watching him touch himself. Big hands wrapped around his obscenely long, throbbing cock. He was already leaking at the prospect of cumming down the back of your throat in hot, thick white ribbons. “That’s my sweet girl,” he whined as you bared your tongue and tenderly traced it against the vein underneath. Devouring a slippery stripe, you took his salty head in your mouth and watched his eyes darken, his face contorting as his head fell back among the pillows. “Fuck …” he muttered, his tone breathy and overcome. “God, I missed this.” He laced his long fingers into your hair and massaged your scalp as you gazed up at him, swirling your tongue just the way he liked. He was desperate to watch you, but his head fell back to the pillows and his torso rolled, thoroughly ruined under your touch.

You massaged his strong sides as he let go of your hair and found your hands, linking your fingers. Encouraged, you took him a little further back as he gripped your hands, not letting you go.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he said softly as you swallowed around him, and he groaned roughly. “If it was an Olympic sport…” he muttered as he put a little more force into the roll of his hips. “I could die a happy man, baby. But I need to cum, I’m sorry I can’t hold on, love,” he gasped. “You just feel so sweet. Gonna paint the back of that pretty mouth…” he strained as you pushed yourself onto your knees and only went harder and faster, dragging his orgasm out and he was coming roughly, hips thrusting into your face, taking you as deep as you could and your nose grazed the smattering of hair of his happy trail, and you tasted him salty in your tongue and as promised, spurting into the back of your throat, a filthy moan escaping his lips as he came… and came. “Fuck. Oh, baby…” he was panting now, trying greatly to catch his breath, tidying up your workspace. He reached for you, pulling you towards him and you crept up his body, sinking into his desperate arms. He wrapped you up tightly and kissed your lips tenderly.

Those words on his lips, he was so desperate to say them. But not as desperate as you…

“I have to go,” Bradley said softly a few hours later. “There is coffee in the pot. Please stay, please go back to sleep.” He gently smoothed your hair from your forehead and watched you wake slowly.

“That’s okay.” You tried to push yourself up.

“Love, it’s okay. Stay. You don’t need to rush anywhere. Just lock the front door when you leave, okay?” He lowered his lips to your eyebrow and said he’d see you in a few months. “I’m so glad you came over yesterday, I just wish I wasn’t leaving you now,” he confessed.

“Stay safe, Bradley,” was all you could bring yourself to say because you felt if you said anymore, the word vomit would continue and you’d ruin everything.

“Always, love,” he promised, pushing himself to his feet and he was so beautiful in his working uniform.

“The blueberry is so unfair,” you teased, stretching and snuggling back into his pillow, feeling the kinks and gentle sting of a body well worked over. He rolled his eyes in the dim room and gave a gentle wave. You heard his heavy boots head down the hallways, a light pause and the front door closing quietly. He was gone.

And once again, you were a goner. If that was your last night with Bradley Bradshaw, you received the closure you deserved.

Big thanks as always to @gretagerwigsmuse for helping me get this fic over this line when this chapter really needed it! You have seen this chapter for months in various forms and I'm so glad you could help me get it over the line x

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heizlut · 2 months

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Tame Your Archon (part 1)

read part 2 here!

cw: edging m!receiving, rope play m!receiving, maybe a hint of dacryphilia

tags: dom fem!reader, sub!venti, kaeya and rosaria are present at the start, mostly proofread!

nsfw under the cut

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It’s basically tradition at this point to end your days at Angel’s Share (much to Diluc’s dismay, but business is business). The smell of alcohol and the sound of laughter and chatter fill the small space. You sit at your usual table upstairs with Kaeya, Venti, and Rosaria. “Let’s see who can drink the most!”, Venti’s light voice chimes in, interrupting the casual conversation you all were having about how tiring your days were. All of you look to Venti who is sitting there so proud of his little idea. You let out a sigh, only partially amused, “You suggest this every time and every time you win.” Venti gives his signature ehe~ and a wink, “Just say you can’t handle your alcohol, my windblume.”

You run your tongue across your teeth, slightly annoyed but you huff out a breath and relent, “Fuck it. Let’s do it.” “That’s the spirit!”, Kaeya pats your back and Rosaria takes a final sip from her mug with a slight smirk on her face. Venti bounds from the table and races down the stairs to main floor of the tavern “Oh Diluuuuccc~” You all break into a bit of laughter at his antics, just knowing Diluc is going to be so pissed by the time you all leave tonight. You shake your head, make a mental note to promise to make this up to Diluc. It doesn’t take long for Venti to return with 4 new mugs of dandelion wine and a grin that makes his chubby cheeks look even more round, “Let’s begin!”

A couple of hours and 4 rounds of drinking leaves you all giggly. Even Rosaria’s mood has lightened from her usual intimidating and moody self. Kaeya gets a little devious glint in his eyes when he turns to look between you and Venti. You raise an eyebrow, “I know that look… What could you possibly be thinking right now, Kaeya.” He smirks and finally speaks, “So we all know you and Venti are a couple..” “Yeah what about it?”, you’re curious as to where he’s going with this one. Kaeya tilts his head slightly still smirking, “So who’s the one in charge?”

Rosaria sputters on her drink, covering her mouth as she tries to conceal her laughter that sounds more like she’s trying not to choke, “Archons, Kaeya. Must we know this information?” Venti, who was clearly feeling the effects of the wine, chimes in before you can even speak up, “Of course I’m the one in charge!” You raise an eyebrow to Venti, but you want to see just how far he’s going to go with this. “Oho! Is that so?”, Kaeya chuckles, “Care to share any details?” Rosaria immediately smacks Kaeya’s arm, “Don’t be ridiculous” She looks to you and Venti, “You don’t need share all that.”

Your lips curl into a sly smile and you look to Venti, “No please, do go on.” Kaeya and Rosaria share a curious look at each other, feeling the shift of your demeanor. Venti, drunk as he is, doesn’t notice the shift and chuckles deviously, “Let’s just say she’s quite the devout worshipper of Lord Barbatos. Always begging for more…” Your eyebrows raise at that. Kaeya shifts in his seat, undoubtedly trying to hide the growing boner in his ridiculously tight pants as his thoughts went wild trying imagine you like that. Rosaria takes an awkward, long sip of her wine, trying to hide the redness in her cheeks. If only they knew what really went on when you and Venti were alone.

Kaeya clears his throat, wanting to know more so he can have enough jerk-off material for when he heads home for the night, “Can we uh.. Know a little more?” Your gaze shoots to Kaeya. Rosaria gets ups, “I’ll get us more to drink. I’m going to need a whole lot more of I must sit through this perverted conversation.” Kaeya and Venti try to hide their laughter as Rosaria descends the stairs to trouble Diluc for even more wine. Venti looks to you and Kaeya, “Should we wait for her to get back or..”, he trails off. “She doesn’t seem to want to be part of this, so there’s no need to wait”, Kaeya says, leaning forward in his seat with interest.

“Go on, you can share just how much you control me”, your words were said as a challenge, your hand falling to Venti’s thigh, giving it a squeeze. Venti’s cheeks blossom with red as he feels your touch and now he knows he’s definitely fucked. But he’s too deep into it now to turn back so he gives an awkward laugh, trying to bring back his previous boldness, “Well… s-she likes to be tied up a-and teased.” He pauses, unable to look you in the eyes now. Kaeya tries to subtly adjust himself, keyword is subtle but it was painfully obvious what he was doing.

You squeeze Venti’s thigh again, leaning close to his ear, your tone low and seductive but again more as a threat, “What else do I like?” Before he can go on, Rosaria returns with 4 mugs of wine and sets them on the wooden table, “Hopefully I missed the rest of this preposterous conversation.” Venti takes that as an out and nods, “Yup..! You missed it all” He gives another awkward laugh. He knows he’s in for it when you two leave here. Kaeya does a horrendous job hiding his disappointment that Venti wouldn’t be sharing more but what he had heard should be enough to blow a good load tonight.

Soon the conversation turns back to normal talk of what you all would be doing in the days to come as you finished off your drinks. After getting sufficiently drunk, you look to Venti and then to everyone else, “I hate to be the one to call it a night but my love and I need to be on our way.” Venti’s eyes widen, “B-but, windblume, we haven’t finished the drinking challenge-“ You cut him off with a subtle look that tells him there’s no room for argument. Venti fumbles with his words and he stands, “M-my windblume is right. We’ll just have to continue this tomorrow.” “Only if we can discuss other matters unlike the chat you made me an unwilling participant to”, Rosaria states with a slight look of annoyance. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad~”, Kaeya drags on, giving her a blithe look. She rolls her eyes, “You only enjoyed the conversation so you could have your little fantasies.” Kaeya’s face turns beet red, “T-That’s not true!” “Mhmm sure~”, the corners of her lips turning up slightly in a knowing smirk as she takes a drink of her wine.

After saying your goodbyes and leaving a hefty tip on the bar counter for Diluc, you and Venti begin your walk home. The silence between you two is deafening and Venti swears you must be able to hear how fast and hard his heart is beating right now. He looks to you, his mouth opening to speak, but you stop him, “No need to speak. I’ll deal with you when we get home.” His mouth snaps shut and he looks down as you both continue.

As soon as you enter your shared home, you cast your gaze on Venti who is anxiously chewing at his bottom lip. Feeling your eyes on him, he finally looks at you, “Please forgive me, I got carried away. It was only meant as lighthearted fun”, he pleads. You give him a smile that makes him blink in confusion. You twirl one of his braids in your finger with a deceitfully sweet look on your face, “I found it quite interesting the things you shared with our friends tonight.” Venti swallows hard, feeling a mix of emotions. You lean in close to him, “Considering those are the things I do to you.” He gives a small nervous laugh. “Clothes off. Now.”

He clumsily begins to remove his clothes as you stand there silently watching. A small chill runs up his spine as he stands bare under your domineering gaze. You run your fingers through his hair as your eyes trail down his small frame. His cock begins to twitch from your touch and the way you’re look at him. But suddenly your touch is gone. You make your way to the box in the corner of your room rummaging through the items as you search for what you need. Venti stands there unsure of what to do with himself and feeling a bit humiliated that he’s the only one naked right now.

It doesn’t take long to find what you’re searching for in that box and you turn around with red rope in your hands and a sly little smile. You cross the room to where he’s standing, “Tonight you mentioned tying me up and teasing me. Such a shame that isn’t true.” Your tone made him fidget and his cheeks blossomed with red. “Are you… going to punish me?”, Venti’s voice is soft and timid. You simply smile, “It’s only fair.” You point to the wooden chair by the table, “Sit.” The word is a clear command but your tone is so sugary sweet that it makes his cock twitch and harden even more as he follows your demand.

Once seated, you come up behind him, letting the rope lightly run across his pale skin, making him shiver. “So tell me, my love. How do I like to be tied up again? I think I need a reminder”, you ask as you continue to tease him with the light drag of the red rope. “Windblume, I-“, Venti is cut off when you grab his chin and roughly tilt his head upwards to look at you. “Tell me how I like being tied up”, the sweetness in your voice slips a bit.

Venti is at a loss for words for a moment til you snap him out of it by tightening your grip, “Y-you like the ropes to be tied tight… Between your breasts, across your stomach, looped through your arms and thighs so you’re.. p-properly restrained.” You hum with satisfaction and release his jaw from your grip. You move his arms behind the chair and begin looping the ropes through them, bringing it around to his front where you make intricate knots from his chest to his stomach, then looping it around his small thighs, ending with tying the rope to the legs of the chair. You circle to look at him from the front and squat down in front of him, plucking at the knots to ensure their tightness, then looking up at him with a satisfied smirk.

The situation Venti has gotten himself into makes his cock ache and begin leaking pre cum at the tip. This does not go unnoticed by you as your gaze trails to the throbbing length in front of your face, “How cute…” A small whimper escapes Venti’s throat. “Aww what is it? Does my sweet archon want me to touch his cock?”, your tone so saccharine as Venti feverishly nods his head. “Please.. Please I’ll be so good”, he begs you. You tilt your head slightly with a small smile, “That’s interesting… I thought you said I enjoyed being teased~” Venti lets out a small groan of frustration as his dick twitches and leaks all over.

Still squatting in front of him, you reach up pinch one of his pebbled nipples, causing him to let out a sharp gasp. You pinch and roll it between your fingers with that shit-eating smirk on your face, “Oh does that make you feel good?” Fuck, that teasing lilt of your voice was making him crazy. Dissatisfied by his silence, you twist his nipple harshly making him cry out, “Yes yes! Please -fuck- I like it!” Happy that he gave you an answer, you let go and adjust your position, leaning forward and taking his aching nipple into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around it to soothe it. You give it a small nibble, then move to the other, repeating your ministrations.

Venti’s cock feel so heavy as it bobs, as if it’s looking for your touch. His chest glistens as you pull away, admiring how perky and wet his nipples look. Your eyes meet his, “If I do this enough, you’ll be able to cum just from me playing with your cute little chest~” All he can do is nod. All he can think about is relieving his heavy balls of his cum. You take note of just how much pre has leaked from his swollen tip and run your finger lightly up the underside of his cock. The action causes Venti’s hips to jerk forward with a whimper, but the tightness of the ropes don’t let him move too much. “Seems like you need some relief, huh”, you tease as you gently fondle and squeeze his balls. “Please, windblume… I’ll do whatever you want just please touch me”, he pleads in a whiny tone as he squirms against the right red ropes. You let out a small chuckle, “You’ll do whatever I want anyways. That’s how this works, love.”

Venti huffs out a breath of frustration because he knows you’re right. It’s what he loved about you and the dynamic you shared in your relationship. You knew how to put him in his place and you knew he needed it, given how irresponsible he typically is. You lean forward, your tongue running up his cock from base to leaky tip, making him jerk his hips for more stimulation. You wish you could record all the pathetic little noises he makes for you. Looking up, his eyes are squeezed shut. You give his balls a light underhanded smack, making him cry out, “Eyes on me or I’ll leave you like this all night.” He immediately opens his eyes to look down at you, practically panting like a dog.

You give him a pleased look, “Good boy~” You wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, letting your tongue flick over his pre covered slit. Venti groans, trying to stop his eyes from rolling back. He didn’t want to be left here restrained with an aching dick all night. Without warning, you shove his whole thick length down your throat. Venti sputters, trying desperately to grab your head to keep you there but the ropes serve as a relentless reminder that he can’t, “Windblume!”You purposely tighten your throat around his length as it twitches, making him let out a pathetic whine. You slowly remove his cock from your mouth, pressing a soft kiss to his reddened tip.

With his dick sufficiently lubed up with a mix of your saliva and his pre cum, you wrap your hand around it and begin to pump his length at a torturously languid pace. You watch with delight as his face twists in pleasure and desperate need for more than you’re giving him. You adjust your pace to one that is slightly faster than how you started, making sure to squeeze the head of his cock where he’s most sensitive. You watch as the pre cum leaks out and covers your fingers each time you reach the tip and squeeze it gently. You lean forward giving Venti’s slit a flick of your tongue to taste his fluid. From that alone, Venti’s cock seems to swell, “C-close. Please. Gonna cum..”

You immediately remove your hand and lean back, clicking your tongue, “So greedy…” Venti’s heavy cock twitches wildly in the air as he cries out at the loss of your touch and his impending orgasm now ruined. Tears of frustration and desperation fall down his cheeks. He looks so cute like this, you think to yourself. You reach up, running your thumb through his tears. Venti pants, his pupils blown wide as he watches you bring your thumb to your lips and lick the tears from it. That mischievous look on your face makes it obvious that this was just the beginning of his punishment.

Venti swears that hours have passed. Ruined orgasm after ruined orgasm has left his cheeks soaked with tears, his balls swollen with all the cum he has yet to release, and his cock throbbing painfully. “How many is that now?”, you ask as you run your tongue through the underside of his length. Venti’s voice comes out broken and weak, “S-Seven r-ruined orgasms.” You hum thoughtfully, “Should I let my archon cum?” “Please…”, he practically cries. You just smile, “I’ll consider it.” Venti whimpers, feeling the ropes tug whenever he squirms. You wrap your hand around his length again and pump but this time at a pace that will surely be his end. He can’t help the loud moans and cries that escape from him soft lips as he gets close to the edge yet again, “C-cumming. P-please lemme cum!” You let go at the last second but he’s far too gone. He gives a final cry as his cock throbs wildly with endless ropes of cum spurting onto his stomach and chest.

You wait for his orgasm to subside and you finally stand up, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, “You did so well for me. Let’s get you cleaned up.” After providing sufficient aftercare and a soothing hot bath, you hold Venti close to you as you lay in bed. “You know I love you right?”, you ask softly. Venti nods, a sweet and blissed out smile on his face, “I love you too, windblume.”

After Kaeya left Angel’s Share that night, thoughts of you ran through his head. He imagined how you would look restrained and breathless underneath him. Begging for his cock. He’ll have to give his thanks to Venti for filling his mind with such fantasies. He hoped that maybe one day, just one night, Venti would share you with him.

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a/n: ehe~

(part 2 is being written as i post this! it will feature dom!kaeya, switch fem!reader, sub cuck!venti)

#venti smut #venti x reader smut #genshin smut #venti x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin venti #genshin impact venti

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featherandferns · 11 months

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ik this isn’t a prompt but i’m in love with the idea of jj calling the reader mama like maybe in bed or just being affectionate. they don’t have kids but it’s just a name he’s given her

"mama's mad" is still one of the best quotes of the show, so i've got u here. hope this is okay! idk why a lot of my stuff is set at breakfast time in the chateau. maybe i'm craving bacon (my poor vegetarian ass is suffering)...

(content warning - mentions of sex)

“If you two could screw a little quieter next time, there’d be no complaints here,” Kiara says to JJ the moment he walks into the kitchen on Sunday morning.

JJ makes his way straight to the counter where some bacon has been served up. He gladly grabs at it.

“I’ll take it under advisement,” he replies, biting down into a piece of crispy strip.

John B is cooking eggs on the hob whilst Sarah leisurely slices lemons and oranges by his side, for infused water.

“Will you?” Kie asks.

“Probably not, nah,” JJ grins. She rolls her eyes.

“Where is your girl, anyway?” John B asks from the stove.

JJ opens the fridge and retrieves the carton of OJ, taking a swig.

“Napping. Didn’t get much sleep last night,” JJ can’t help but add with a slimy grin.

“You’re shameless, JJ,” Sarah sighs.

“You know it, princess,” he winks. He watches as Kiara starts mixing together ingredients in a bowl. “Whatcha making?”

“Pancakes.”

“Oh, nice,” he hums. “Lemme see if mama wants any.”

By mama, he obviously means you. It’s a given that any ‘mama’ in JJ’s sentences refers to you; something the Pogues and yourself have casually come to accept. The moment you and JJ stopped beating around the bush and fessed up to your feelings like the semi-mature teenagers you are (it was practically a battle of who-dare-say-it-first), he had taken to calling you it. You weren’t exactly sure why. Had teased him about whether he had a mommy kink in private (which he neither confirmed nor denied). Mostly he did it to joke. It sounded nice in his northern accent, anyway. Drawled off the tongue smooth and sweet like honey. So, no complaints from any party, unless JJ got vulgar with it in front of the Pogues (which was fairly often, with it being JJ).

Heading down the hall, JJ pushes open the spare bedroom door and darts his head in. You’re still in bed, lounging on your back, hair a mess and neck covered in healing and forming love bites. JJ grins, proud like a kid winning a science fair contest.

“Yo, mamma bear? Pancakes or bacon?”

“Why do I have to pick between them?”

“Fair point. You want both then?”

“Mhm,” you sigh lazily, eyes shut. “Coffee too, if there is any.”

JJ cringes. “Think Pope made some.”

“Yikes. No, then.”

“You got it mama.”

With that, he wanders back into the kitchen and grabs a plate from the drying rack of the sink. It’s always piled high with pots like some rip-off modern art project. The leaning tower of pots and pans. He dumps some bacon on, holds out his plate for John B to serve up some eggs - straight from the pan - and makes Kie promise to save some pancakes. Then he’s back in the bedroom, two forks in hand, climbing back into bed to share the morning fry-up with you.

“This is the life,” you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder as you eat.

JJ smiles and nods. You’re right. You’re always right, to be honest - not that he’d ever confess it. Only one of you needs a big ego, and JJ likes to think he’s claimed that spot.

“Wanna fish later?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Don’t mind really. As long as I’m with you.”

“Aw,” he grins, nudging you with his shoulder, making you laugh. He can see the flush to your features when he does. “You going soft on me, mama?”

“Only you,” you grin up at him.

JJ can’t take it when you look at him like that – like he hung the stars just so you can stand under them – so he grabs a strip of bacon and shoves it in your smiling mouth, making you laugh.

Yeah, this is the life.

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blue-and-grey-army · 10 months

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- - C A R A M E L - - 7

7. Cotton candy

Genre: BTS, Idol AU, poly au, BTS x reader, OT7, OT7 x reader, Idol BTS, Dom BTS, sub reader, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Warnings: BTS x reader, very subby reader, innocent reader, power play, eventual smut, sexual and non sexual domination, a lot of skinship (but like lots) excessive pet names, sexism, anxiety, insecurities, possessive behavior, maybe BTS x BTS etc..

“Y/NNNNN! What a delightful surprise, hmm” Hoseok smiled at you happily, getting up from the dance studio floor and getting closer to you. You couldn’t help to breath in as you took in his sweaty look, low hanging pants and his cheeky yet kind smile. You shake your head slightly, making an effort to get yourself back together, but of course Hoseok noticed, and his smile widened. “What brings you here, cutie?”

You smile softly, playing with the hem of your shirt before answering to him.

“None of the boys have required my assistance with…well, nothing, so I don’t have anything to do right now” you admit shyly, your lips frowned in a small pout that he wants to kiss.

“Hmm, I see…As much as I would love to keep you here all to myself…” you chuckled at his antics, not taking him seriously (Hoseok promises himself that you would be writhing to him one day) “I have to finish this choreo, and with you here I won’t focus…I heard Namjoon is in the Gym though, go check him out! I’m sure he’ll be happy with your visit”

You nod fervently, waving goodbye at the boy as he does the same, sharing his joy with you. You walk out bouncing on the balls of your feet slightly, going to the elevator so you could reach the gym in one of the top floors. You were happy that day, wearing your comfort socks and having your hair done on a small braid. You were proud of yourself from how pretty it had turned out, subconsciously wanting the boys to see it and praise you for it.

You hum to yourself softly as you recall hearing people, passing by through Hybe’s building, talking about how Namjoon was really devote to his workout routines and how consistent he had been lately. If you said you hadn’t notice, you would be lying. The way he had gotten so much buffer was clear to everyone, and even more to you, with whom he shared his space almost everyday.

Even so, you hadn’t had much interactions with Namjoon. Well, nor with Jimin, Taehyung or Jin. Hobi, Yoongi and Jungkook seemed to be much confident when it came to approaching you freely, maybe because you had already started to break some barriers with them, but they were still keeping some distance.

You didn’t know it was because they were trying to leave some of you for the other members, though.

You stepped out of the elevator once you reached the right floor, and started looking for the gym, when your phone dinged. It was a notification from twitter. You would never admit it, but before getting this job you weren’t really a fan of BTS. Of course you knew who they were, and had heard some songs, but you never really took the time to get involved with their fandom or content. It was an accident, you swear it, but you clicked on a YouTube video about a compilation of ‘Funny Taehyung moments’ and you had to watch it.

And that’s how you got absorbed into army.

It’s not your fault, ok? How could you have known?! It was just so easy to jump from one video to another, and before you realized you were doing one of those tests of ‘guess the BTS member by the picture of his nose’. But who could blame you? You were sharing almost everyday with them, how could you not get into the fandom and all the content? It was amazing being able to watch all their content and videos and also experience their company in real life. It was only normal for you to get obsessed.

And, it was also kinda nice knowing they had something for you, whatever it was. You may be naive, a little hazy and absent, and a complete expert in hyper focusing in unimportant things, but you would have to be a complete half wit to not notice. Yeah, you were coming to terms with that.

When you finally found the gym in that bloody huge floor, you just entered and scanned the place looking for Namjoon. You didn’t really think things through, that if he was working out he wouldn’t probably need you to do anything for him, but just following Hoseok’s orders felt too tight to do anything else. When you finally found the leader in the treadmill, you mouth hanged open.

Oh. My. God.

He wasn’t shirtless. He definitely wasn’t. But he could very well be with the way his tank top was sticking to his skin thanks to the sweat. His back was turned to you, an gosh what a blessed sight. You had noticed in the past the way his arms had gained lot of muscle and filled his shirts nicely, but his back…that was on a whole other level. Wide, muscly, sweaty shoulders that went down to a nicely defined back, a small waist and a nice, very nice butt. You were so focused on him, that you weren’t even embarrassed about ogling him that way.

Until…

“Y/N…Y/N, hey?” His voice got you out of your trance from looking at his ass…ARMS! Looking at his arms, just to find him standing right in front of you with a smirk. Of course had caught you drinking him up, ever since the moment you entered the room. The wall was made of a mirror, after all. Your cheeks heated up and you tried to babble an excuse.

“I was…I-I just…I…you…well…” he had the audacity to laugh and lean over so his face was closer to yours and touching the end of your braid.

“Hmm, I like this one” he tugged at it very softly and you bit your tongue from the satisfying pull. “It suits you…but I don’t think there is something that doesn’t” he admites with a breathy chuckle. “But enlighten me, what brings you here, doll?” His fingers get closer to your chin and he wipes it affectionately with his thumb. You tongue feels tied and your mouth filled with cotton. But a very soft and fluffy one…like cotton candy taking its time, sweetening your words even before they went out. “Hmm, there is something that does not suit you indeed…” he keeps quiet for a bit, but before you can even process it, he gets an inch closer “Disobedience”

“I-I’m sorry…” you admit, having to turn your head up a tad to be able to look at him comfortably, even when he was bending over “I…I didn’t have anything to do, and Hobi told me you were here so I wondered…I thougt…maybe you would need me” your voice was meek, but in a good way.

He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face when he noticed you were barely stammering with your words.

“That’s better, little one” you almost hiccup with his words, clenching your thighs subconsciously. “But there is no need for you to wonder”

You eyes widened slightly at his crude words as your lower lip came a little out in a pout. You were so stupid…getting all confident that they wanted to be with you. You had forgotten your place, and how important and busy people they were. Of course they would treat you nicely, you are their personas assistant…or whatever name your position had. You were their employee, with whom they spent lots of time with and of course they wouldn’t want you messing up.

Your own head started to play against you until Namjoon’s chuckle filled the air.

“There is no need for you to wonder, pup” his voice enveloped you as softly as if it were velvet. “I always need you”

You thought he was joking, so you chuckled slightly at his antics. To your bad, or good luck, he wasn’t as patient as Hoseok when it came to his approaches and words for you. Specially these ones, where he had meant each and every word.

Your breathing hitched softly as he put his hand on your nape, reminding you of the first time you met. Your body felt hot all over, and you felt yourself getting agitated and tense, but not in a bad way. He started playing gently with the hairs on your nape, pulling at them very softly and enjoying the goosebumps that would break all over your soft skin.

“Yeah, isn’t that better?” Your eyes lowered instinctively, but a stronger pull on your hair brought it your head back into place “You do remember what I told you when we first met, right doll?”

You go back into your own memory, getting swayed over the memory of his hand pulling way firmer on the hair form the back of your head, making sure you were looking into his eyes when your shyness prevented you from doing it. Oh, of course, that’s it. You nod softly, looking into his eyes and you are rewarded with the sight of his beautiful dimples and a wide smile.

“Hmm, someone likes my smile?” Your cheeks heat up again at being caught and he laughs wholeheartedly “In that case, I’ll make sure to save this specific one just for you.”

“I don’t think Army would be very appreciative of that” you say boldly, with a soft and genuine smile grazes your face. And he wants to see more of this comfy and confident side of you. He wants to earn it and to have you keep it just for him…and the other members.

“Then, let it be our little secret, right, Y/Nie? His voice was filled with an airy laugh as he squeezed your nape firmly and pulled you closer, getting you to rest your hand on his hard chest from how close you were. “Can I make a confession to you, cutie?”

You nodded your head fervently, licking your lips as you felt all fuzzy again, with the same cotton candy getting over your mouth and throat. So, so sweet you felt as if you were having a sugar rush.

“I’ve never been one to believe in sin…”he started, rubbing his nose against yours, as light as a feather. The hand that was resting on your chin lowered to your waist, his pinky finger inching a little to down for it to remain proper, but if you were bothered by it, you were too distracted to notice. “Until I met you…tempting me…each second, each minute, each hour of every day”

You couldn’t say anything, and it’s not like you wanted to.

“You have no idea what yo do to me, to the others, do you?”

Your lips felt dry, unlike every other part of your body. You swallowed nervously and gave him a flash of your tongue when you swiped it through your lower lip. You felt a deep growl bloom and rumble under your hands, getting over his chest as your eyes met his once again. You swore you felt the thread snap, as his head went down and his lips rested the tiniest of inches away from your lips, less bold than Yoongi had been. While he was still there, he mumbled some last words against your skin, caressing it both with his breath and his own plushy skin.

“You, my dear, are walking sin”

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mundivagantsoul · 7 months

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✩ Bookshopist Moonboys ✩

Part 2: "A, b, c, d-"

Moon Knight System x Reader

Summary: How the boys have been setting in at the shop

Warnings: Google translate Spanish, a bit angsty at the end with Marc’s self-doubt, coarse language, Marvel depiction of DID

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Gave the boys particular fonts so the dialogue isn't confusing. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading :)

Steven

Marc

Jake

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Steven navigates through the labyrinth of bookshelves with a pile of novels in hand. Lightly caressing the spines of various books, his eyes skim over the authors’ last names.

Humming the familiar tune that’s become a staple in their shifts, Steven starts, “A, b, c, d-”

A heavy Chicago accent interrupts his rhythm, “M, z, i…”

Steven sighs, ‘not this again’, he thinks, trying to drown out his headmate he continues, “E, f, g-”

“Q, l, u…” abruptly interrupts his thoughts again.

“H-”

“Y”

“I-”

“T”

“Bollocks, Marc, quit it!”

“Quit what? I’m just reciting the alphabet like you”.

“A-huh, sure you’re being a real help”

“You’re very welcome”

“Look bruv, I need to put these away, and I can’t do it with you distracting me every two seconds”

“Should've thought about that before you ate my food”

“For the last time, I didn’t eat your food!”

“A-huh suree~ First, you stole my wife, and now my food? Your old pals at the British Museum would be proud”.

“Oh for the love of- I’m sorry about Layla!”

“Ahem..”, a frail voice interrupts their dispute, peering down Steven is met with the comforting face of an old woman, “Sorry to bother you luv, can you point me in the direction of the cooking section?”

Cheeks warming up, Steven points towards the aisle, “Just go strain down here and turn right at si-fi, then a left at parenting, and it should be on your left”.

She smiles kindly up at him, “Thanks honey”, then plotters along with a slight wobble in her step.

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It’s been 3 months since they started the job, and Steven’s loving every minute of it. His presence is appreciated, and he’s surrounded by others who share similar interests. Plus, he doesn’t have an aggravating boss breathing down his neck every second, which is a bonus.

The shop has a decent history and mythology selection. Since the Thor incident in 2011 and the revelation that god exists, people have become more intrigued by mythology. There’s lots of debate amongst mythologists and historians, arguing if the term ‘mythology’ is even correct anymore. Steven remembers reading a post by The Daily Bugle, stating, "Thor is a glorified space alien, and gods don’t walk amongst us." Little did they know.

The aftermath of the past decade and the revelations it brought have given way to more accessibility to novels regarding gods and deities, something that Steven has taken full advantage of.

In his first month of employment, he had managed to procure almost all the Egyptology books in store. Marc and Jake are constantly nagging him about it, stating they don’t have the room nor income to accommodate the influx of novels. Steven’s still trying and failing to convince Marc to turn their storage unit into a personal library, receiving the same answer in return, “We’re not turning the storage unit into your book-hoarding man-cave. We got this job to earn money, not spend it all on your addiction”.

After noticing Steven had managed to clear through all the Egyptology books, you felt the need to enlighten him with some bookshop wisdom. “You know…”, You say whilst ringing up Steven’s latest purchases, “You can order more Egyptology novels from our supplier. We don’t always have enough room to keep them on hand, but I know there’s a few we can get posted in if you're interested?”.

At your words, his eyes light up and you swear stars were floating amongst his coffee eyes, “Really?!”

“Ahí van nuestros ahorros” Jake facepalms.

Surprisingly, Jake has found himself enjoying work at the quaint store. The tasks are relatively simple, mainly involving manual labour, finding books of customers, and putting through sales. At first, he’d been nervous about working at the shop. He was closing in on 40, and the only thing he’d ever served was vengeance and cunt.

Thankfully, everyone at the store was supportive and non-judgemental. You reminded him one shift, "Believe it or not Lockley, it's okay to be a beginner and make mistakes”. Plus having two supportive brothers and a cat that somehow knows whenever he's feeling down helped. On the topic of cats, Jake was delighted to know that he could bring Viejita into work. “Will be good to get you out of the house” he mumbled to the feline, “Can’t have you growing up socially awkward like your tío Steven”, “HEY!”

Similarly to Jake, Marc was surprised to discover the job wasn’t as tedious as he’d initially predicted. The atmosphere is calm, especially for a retail job, and requires little mental thought. It’s a welcomed change, especially as his employment no longer involves something trying to kill him - though some books in the backroom have had a few good whacks at it. Since they started, Marc's gotten back into reading comics and sci-fi, he’s however, trying to keep it a secret. Khonshu forbid Steven found out he’s hypocritically spending their income on books.

There’s an unspoken rule amongst employees that if a text perks your interest you’re able to ‘skim a few pages’ to further your knowledge of company merchandise. Obviously, this only applies if you do it without altering physical integrity. All of the boys take advantage of this, finding a quiet corner in the backroom during their break, huddling up with one of the cats whilst eating lunch and immersing themselves in a new story.

Over the last 3 months, all the boys have had some interesting interactions with customers. In the first week, Steven had a lady yell at him about the price of a plastic bag - as if he had any input on the pricing. Marc and Jake were plotting murder for the full duration of the interaction.

Marc had to awkwardly ask someone for ID because they wanted to buy ‘adult’ manga whilst their mum was present. He then had to explain to the mother why an ID was required.

And just the other day, Jake had a lady come in asking for a book, only she didn’t know the title, or the author, OR the contents. Only that another bookstore in the area had in four months ago. He spent the rest of his shift questioning humanity's intelligence and pondering how we’ve managed to survive this long.

However, at the end of the day, all the questionable customer interactions are worth it because they get to see you. Your presence is now an anchor in their lives. A lighthouse guiding them out of thunderstorms and eternal seas that threaten to swallow them whole. From your enthusiasm when discussing a book, to the adorable face you make when concentrating. Every second they spend with you they become more infatuated with your being.

“We should ask them out”

“And risk them saying no then having to work with them afterwards? Absolutely not”

“We don’t know that they’ll say no, piensa positivo hermano”

“Okay, I’m positive they’ll say no”

“...That’s a lame comeback and you know it”

“I’m with Jake - not on the comeback comment, but on the fact that we don’t know how they’ll answer”

“It doesn’t need to be a date, solo cafe y pasar el rato”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Marc sighs. Of course he wants to ask you out. Both Steven and Jake know that. He’s just worried you don’t reciprocate their feelings and only see them as friends. Or that he’ll somehow fuck it up for both you and his brothers. Maybe it would be better if he retreated back into the headspace, giving Steven and Jake the freedom to be with you without the burden of his pres-

Now it's Steven's turn to interrupt Marc. “Oi, we’re not havin’ any of that. We come as a package deal, remember? Burger, chips, drink ‘n’ everything. There’s no us without you, quite literally might I add.”

“Steven tiene razón, te respaldamos. Siempre.”

A small “meow” comes from his feet, looking down he’s met with the adoring eyes of Viejita.

“See even Viejita agree’s”

Mouth twitching up as his heart swells, Marc gives in.

“Fine... Just coffee”

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ifortom · 6 months

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Champagne Problems - T.H.

Synopsis: Tom and y/n, a couple that used to be inseparable, now face a deep crisis in their marriage. Their daughter, Olivie, 4, is in the middle of this emotional turmoil. With busy lives, differences of opinion and fragmented communication, the love that brought them together is slowly fading. After the aftermath they must face their own demons, rediscover empathy, and find a way to rebuild the relationship they once shared. Not just for themselves, but also for the well-being of their daughter, who longs for a united family.

A/N: Well here it is, this is a rollercoaster of emotions and I hope you enjoy it. An important note: English is not my first language so I hope you understand if there are any errors, be kind and let me know if necessary and I can fix it.

W/A: +5k

‘’Where’s my sweet baby pie?’’ You heard Nikki’s voice before she even opened the front door.

‘’Grandma!’’ Olivie screamed loudly when she saw her grandmother and ran straight into her open arms.

‘’Hi sweetie! I missed you.” She said hugging the little girl tightly. ‘’Everyone was waiting for you.’’ Olivie smiled and made her way inside the house without looking back.

Nikki turned to you, as you walked in the living room and smiled opening her arms just like she did with Ollie, welcoming you into a warm hug.

‘’What about you, darling? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.’’

‘’I know, and I’m sorry for that. Work’s been so hard lately, there’s a lot going on.’’ It wasn’t a lie, the last few weeks had been a pain in your ass with so much work since you got your promotion to chief editor at the publisher you worked.

‘’Yeah, Tom told me, that’s great news though!’’

‘’Its is, I’ve waited this for such a long time. But is complicated, Ollie is growing up and I feel like I’m missing out sometimes.’’ She smiled softly at you.

‘’I get it, just try not to stress yourself, that girl needs you... and you know, your promotion wasn’t the only thing Tom talked to me about the last time he was here... what’s going on with the both of you?’’

This was a question you really didn’t want to reply and this was a conversation you didn’t want to have, especially with your husband’s mother.

‘’I guess our relationship has seen better times but we’re trying. I’m just... I can’t have this conversation right now”

‘’I see... it’s alright sweetheart. I don’t want to intrude, just want to see you happy, the both of you. And that little girl.’’

‘’Me too.’’ You smiled at her, trying to hide the forming lump on your throat. ‘’I need to go, Tom is probably already home and we need to get ready.’’

‘’Of course. I’m going to find Ollie for you to say goodbye.’’ She walked out in the direction of the back garden.

While you waited, you took your time looking around the living room you’ve seen a thousand times already. Memories spread across the walls in the form of photos. Tom’s graduation day, Paddy’s first day of kindergarten, your wedding day, their family trip to Hawaii, Olivie as a new born. Memories you’re proud to be a part of.

The sound of small feet running to you woke you up from the small daydreaming.

‘’Mummy!’’ She hugged your legs and you bent down to her level to stare into her eyes.

‘’I’m going now, ok? Remember our deal?”

‘’Yeah, to be a good girl for grandma.’’ She said happily remembering your words from earlier.

‘’That’s right! Two nights, ok? And then we’re taking you home.’’

‘’You and daddy?’’ She asked playing with a string of your hair.

‘’Yeah, mummy and daddy.” She nodded. ‘’Alright, now give mumma a hug.’’ You tighly held her for a while, taking in her baby scent, the one you loved so much. ‘’Bye, babybug.’’ She let go of you and turned around finding her grandmother standing next to the couch. ‘’Bye Nikki, thank you for taking care of her. And please, say hi to everyone.’’

‘’Always. And please, have fun. You both need that”

...

Tonight was a special night. Tom’s company is hosting a party to celebrate a new partnership with a foreign company and, of course, as the wife of one of the partners, your presence is unquestionable. You need to be there to support your husband and keep the facade of the perfect couple with the perfect family. Because no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. The dark red dress you chose hugs your curves in all the right places, the small slit on the leg made it a little more daring but didn't lose the classic touch. It had been a while since you dressed up for a gala event, so you decided to take advantage of the opportunity and remember your features that have been hidden for a while.

Tom entered the room wearing his elegant suit. His hair was straightened and with every step he took he exuded class, and as you watched him in the mirror's reflection, you noticed his gaze fixed on your body.

''Woah, you look beautiful tonight'' Was the first thing he said. Tom hadn't had the opportunity to see the dress you had chosen before this moment, so it was definitely a surprise.

''Yeah, I wanted to try something today.'' You smiled, breaking eye contact in the mirror and going to the table next to the bed, picking up the necklace you had chosen. ''Can you put it on for me?'' You walked up to him and handed the necklace into his hands, turning your back.

Tom calmly analyzed the necklace and felt his breathing hitch. There was the necklace he had given you just before Olivie was born. Your pregnancy was not easy. There were many complications during the period and the risk of something happening to you or the baby was high. To this day, he is grateful that you two made it out of the operating room safe and sound.

The small, sparkling jewel dangled from the chain, reminding him of simpler times. He knew the moment he saw it for the first time that you would love it. It was simple, but it carried enormous emotion, love and hope.

He raised his hands towards your neck and noticed that they were sweating. And you felt his warm breath on your neck and his fingers delicately ran across it, making goosebumps run down your body. How long has it been since you felt each other's touch like this? It's impossible to believe that the two young people who couldn't live without having contact with each other for a long time became like two strangers afraid to touch.

Maybe a few years ago he would have come closer, placed his hands on your waist and left a kiss next to your ear. You would have thrown your head back leaning on his shoulder and the two of you would have stayed like that for a while.

But things changed and the two of you were no longer the same couple at the beginning of a relationship as you were before. Life happened and differences emerged, thoughts changed and opinions diverged. How could things be the same as before?

Instead, Tom put space between you and scratched his throat. His hand went to the back of his head. You looked in the mirror once again.

''I'm driving today, so if you're ready we can go''

You nodded and turned to him waiting for some reaction. Whatever it was. But what you got was him turning his back and walking towards the bedroom door. Holding back the cry that wanted to leave your throat, you lifted your head and followed him. Time to play the part.

...

The path to the venue's party room was silent. In the car, Tom let the music take over the space. As you mouthed the lyrics to a random song that was playing, Tom let furtive glances find you. But you would never know it.

When you arrived, a boy went towards the car while Tom opened his door. He quickly turned around and opened your door, extending his hand to help you out. Tom thanked the boy who entered the space he previously occupied and left with the car to park it.

You held onto Tom's arm as you walked together to the entrance of the already crowded room. Taking a deep breath, a smile appeared on your face as Harrison, Tom's best friend and one of his partners, walked towards you.

''You're finally here, what happened that took you so long?'' He said suggestively, making Tom laugh.

‘’No need to pry, mate.’’ Tom replied, now wrapping his arm around your waist. ''We arrived and we are fine, thank you for asking.''

''No defensiveness, Tom. You look great tonight, Y/N.'' Harrison said.

''Thanks, H. You don't look bad either.'' Harrison smiled and spun around as if showing off his outfit. You laughed at his mannerism.

''Well, some of the investors are already here and want to meet the person responsible for the partnership with the Japanese company.''

''Don't put all this on me, you were responsible too.''

''Wait, Tom... you didn't tell me that this came from you.'' You said resting one of your hands on his chest.

''What? Didn't he tell you? It turns out that if it weren't for this guy here, things wouldn't have happened. He was the one who stayed up working for hours and hours, making it impossible for the company to refuse the agreement.'' Harrison said.

How come Tom never mentioned this? Of course you knew something big was about to happen at the company but you didn't know that Tom was working so hard on it. So every night he took a while to get home, he was at work? Was the silence that came from him caused by this?

Tom looked uncomfortable, which was strange. Why was he acting like this?

A waiter approached the three of you and held out a tray with glasses of what looked like champagne. Harrison took one, while Tom did too and handed it to you.

''Aren't you going to drink?'' Harrison asked raising an eyebrow.

''I'm driving tonight.'' His hand returned to your waist and you felt his fingers lightly caressing over the thin material of the dress. ''Let's do this. I'll be right back, okay?'' He turned to you, who in response just nodded.

''Y/N, Sophie is near the bar. She was looking forward to your arrival.'' He pointed to where his wife was talking to two women unknown to you. ''She said that only you understand her in this place.''

''I say the same about her.'' You started walking towards your friend, who, upon seeing you, completely forgot about the two strangers she was talking to.

''I'm so grateful to see you. I was already starting to panic.'' She hugged you. ''Girl, and that dress! You look wonderful.'' She said looking you up and down.

''Did you like it? I think I made the right choice.''

''Definitely. I bet Tom went crazy when he saw you like that'' She said winking. Sophie was one of the only people who knew about how troubled your relationship was, and she certainly hoped that things between you would get better.

Just like your words to Harrison, she was the only person you could count on at the moment. Ever since their relationship began, just a few months after you and Tom became official, you two had been inseparable. The two of you worked together to help the two of them when they decided to start a company. And in this world made of appearances, you remained the same.

Obviously, Tom and Harrison have other partners who are married to snobbish and difficult to deal with women. And even though their husbands only have a small portion of the company, they act as if they are in charge of everything and everyone.

That's why you two stick together. Holding each other.

''It turns out that I was also expecting a reaction but I didn't get much.'' You say dejectedly taking a sip of the drink. Her hand affectionately roams your arm.

''I'm sorry, darling. He may not have shown it but I bet he won't resist and at the end of the night we know what will happen.'' The suggestive way in which she spoke made you laugh sincerely. ''We know what you have hidden there!'' You chuckled even though you weren't sure how this night would end and if it would go that way.

''For now I don't want to think about it, let's just enjoy it, okay?'' You tell her, holding her hand and pulling her close to the bar. ''Let's order a drink!''

And while you distracted the thoughts that disturbed you with what you were experiencing at the moment, Tom followed your every move, instead of paying attention to the compliments and questions he received.

''What you're doing for the company is great, Thomas! I'm sure it will grow more every day.'' Peter's hand, one of the investors, stopped on his shoulder, pulling him back.

''Thanks, but I wouldn't be able to do any of this alone.'' He said. ''None of this would be possible without the help of everyone who works at the company. Everyone, without exception.''

''And he's still humble. You really impress me, boy'' Peter laughs, making everyone in the circle laugh too.

''If you'll excuse us, we need to talk for a second.'' Harrison interrupts and pulls Tom aside, leaving the circle of middle-aged men. ''Mate, are you okay? You seem a little distant.''

Tom stares at the ground, trying to keep himself steady. His emotions were running high, and he didn't want to show it, at least not here and now.

''Yeah, I just need to have a glass of water.'' He replied walking towards one of the waiters who was carrying what he needed. ''This conversation has stressed me out. Harrison, I didn't do it all alone. You were part of it too.''

''Tom, I know that. Just accept the compliment, you know that's what they like to do. They're just interested in the money they're going to receive from all of this.'' Harrison says, resting his hand on his friend's shoulder. ''You do not need to worry about me. After all, I didn't lie about who actually stayed up late working on this project. The merit is yours, my friend.''

‘’Thanks, mate” Tom smiled and hugged his friend.

''Let's mingle a little bit more, okay? Then we can return to the arms of our dear wives.'' After Harrison's words, Tom's eyes went looking for you again. And they found you in the same place, laughing and enjoying the night, looking freer than before. ''Speaking of which, why didn't you tell her what was going on?''

''I think I was working too much and didn't want to worry her. She just got promoted and you know how Y/N is like. Always putting the needs of others above her own.’’

''Tom, she is your wife. Not to mention she's the mother of your daughter. She needs to know about things that happen, you can't deal with everything alone.''

''I know that.'' He took a deep breath. ''But this is not the time for that, shall we continue?''

Harrison looked a little disappointed but didn't want to step on any more toes, so he just agreed and they carried on with the night.

...

''I can't believe he did that.'' Sophie said shocked. ''What an asshole.''

''Well, you can believe it.''

''He promotes you and still has the courage to challenge you? Doubting whether you will be able to complete your tasks on time?''

Since you were promoted, your boss has been making comments about your work making you doubt whether it was a good choice or not. Which doesn't make sense because the decision to promote you was his. How can he doubt your abilities now?

''It's been exhausting but I've been trying not to pay too much attention to his sarcastic comments.''

''I bet so, but I'm sure you're doing an excellent job.'' She smiled. ‘’Seriously, you shouldn't care about this asshole’’

''Whoa, who's the asshole?'' You heard Harrison's voice, and turned around to find him and Tom approaching the two of you.

''Y/N's boss is trying to make her work life hell.'' She responded as Harrison hugged her from behind. At that moment you felt jealous of her. ''Hey, want to dance?''

''Hm, one of the bosses embarrassing himself on the dance floor with his lovely wife? Is this something everyone here would like to witness?'' He pretended to think for a while before holding her hand. ''I bet they wouldn't miss this for anything.'' He dragged her to the dance floor, leaving you and Tom standing next to each other laughing.

When the laughter stopped it was strange. They were there, husband and wife embarrassed to be so close. Tom broke the ice and got closer to her, who leaned back on a table. His hands went to her waist while hers went to his chest.

''I would ask you to dance too, but I don't know if everyone here is prepared to watch this disaster.'' The playful tone in his voice made her startle. She feigned shock.

''Are you sure about that? Am I the cause of disaster? Do I need to remind you of our first dance? How many times did you step on my foot that night?'' They laughed together and for the first time in a long time, you felt close to him. Almost complete. He was there, and he was yours. ‘’Tommy...’’

His heart missed a beat when he heard the nickname. Your hands went around his neck, your face slowly approaching his.

‘’Yeah, darling, I’m here.’’

''I really miss you.'' You say placing your head on his chest. ''I'm tired.''

''Do you want to go home?'' He asked, stroking your back.

''Are you sure? It's your party. I can go alone if you want. I'm not that drunk, I'm just really tired.'' Your voice was muffled but he could hear it.

''It doesn't matter, I won't let you go alone. I just need to say goodbye to some people, okay? And talk to Haz.'' He said, making you look at him.

''Okay, I'm going to the bathroom.'' He nodded and let you go. Watching your path before following his.

In the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed how flushed you were. Not knowing if it was caused by the drinking or the closeness you were with your own husband.

You entered one of the stalls just as two women entered the bathroom.

''Did you see them today?" One of them said. ‘’They look so hot.’’

''Yeah, it's a shame they had those two clinging to their arms all night.'' The second voice said, Ava, you recognized it. She was Tom and Harrison's assistant at the company. The person everyone has to deal with directly before they can exchange a word with either of them. Normally, she is the one who decides which issue is extremely important and needs to reach them or not.

''Did you see Y/N tonight? I never imagined she could dress so well''.

''It was definitely just for the show.'' Ava replied and you held your breath in fear that they would realize that there was someone else in the same room as them. ''At least she looks pretty today.''

''And how do you feel about that?'' The girl asked cautiously.

''What do you mean by that, Izzy? Do you think I'm afraid of her?'' Ava mocked. ''You don't even know the half of it.''

''It's his wife.'' The second girl, Izzy, clarified.

''Do you want to know? Tom and I have become very close these last few weeks. Late one night, while we were at the office, he opened up to me. He was very honest saying that their marriage is not going well. Made it seem like he was tired of her or something.'' She said. ''What they did today was just to keep up appearances. I know what he really wants.''

''You mean he wants you?'' Izzy said and you felt your heart stop waiting for the answer.

''It's not that, I mean, we had a moment. This week, he was in the middle of a meeting when his daughter's daycare center called. Something about her fighting with a colleague over a pen, childish stuff, you know? I needed to act and since my name was on the list of people who could pick her up, I went.'' You felt dizzy upon hearing the information. How had Tom not told you this? ''I think he was extremely grateful, we hugged and well, we almost kissed.''

Everything was getting blurry, you couldn't believe he would do something like that.

''It didn't happen, so I don't want to say he wants me, but maybe he wants to get rid of her.'' She finished. ''Anyway, I wouldn't have a relationship with him. A daughter and an ex-wife? It is not for me. But that's it, looking doesn't take away anything.''

They left the bathroom still gossiping, but you couldn't hear anything else. How could he have done this? Not just exposing your relationship to a stranger and almost kissing her but hiding something about your own daughter? Trying to remember a moment that may have been abnormal, you remembered two weeks ago, when Tom called you informing you that he was already at home with Ollie earlier and that you didn't need to pick her up. This was unusual, and never happened unless you agreed beforehand.

Something happened at her school, little Olivie got into trouble and you didn't know about it. You couldn't discipline your own daughter because your husband decided to hide it from you.

After the shock, some things started to make sense and well, your husband almost kissed another woman. There's a lot going on and you're not in a good place to think about it. Your only goal now is to go home.

Leaving the cabin, you looked in the mirror and finally noticed the tears running down your face.

You quickly wiped your face and left the bathroom, encountering who you wanted to avoid. He was there, near the door, talking to the two women who had just exposed the biggest nonsense that Tom Holland could have done in his life. His eyes met yours and he was distracted, confused by your expression, soon the women also noticed that you left the bathroom right behind them.

And they knew what they had done. They said goodbye to Tom without looking back. He walked up to you and cupped your face with his hand.

''Y/N what happened?'' He said worriedly, you grabbed his wrists, removing his hands from your face.

''I'm going home.'' Was the only thing you said before walking past him towards the exit. Without looking at anyone, not even Sophie.

When you finally left the salon, the same boy from earlier was standing in front of the familiar car, waiting for the owner. He spotted Tom, who was behind you and handed him the keys.

He thanked the boy and stopped in front of you.

''Let's go, and we'll talk about what's going on.'' He held your hand only for you to make him let go right away.

''I'm not going with you''

''What? Y/N, get in the car.''

You shook your head and the tears came back. Soon your face was covered and you couldn't control it.

''No. How could you... how could you do this to me?" Your voice was increasing and Tom started looking around frantically.

''Y/N, baby, please. Let's go home.’’ Your hands went to your face, hiding it, embarrassed by this whole situation.

''You're hurting me so much, Tommy.'' Carefully he approached you and hugged you. And you allowed it. Because you are tired, tired of fighting, of holding this relationship alone, of holding a family alone.

Tom managed to guide you to the car and just like on the way there, the return was filled with silence. The only thing that could be heard this time was the sound of your sniffing.

When you arrived home, you were the first to get out of the car without looking back. Tom hadn't even parked properly and you were already outside. Sobriety overshadowed any drink you had this evening. With difficulty you found the keys to the front door inside your bag.

Finally inside the house, you took off your heels, leaving them at the entrance and made your way to the living room. You can hear Tom closing the door and walking right behind you.

''Can you tell me what happened to Ollie at school?'' You turned to him. ''Or are you going to keep hiding this from me?''

And so, Tom understood. He finally understood what had happened. You knew everything.

''She had a fight with a friend. Apparently, he took something from her and she tried to resolve it by pushing the child.'' Tom said as he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up. ''The child was not hurt and the parents understood that it was just a silly disagreement between the children. But the school called me to talk about her behavior.''

''They just called you, or called us both?’’

''Both of us.'' He said knowing where this was going. Your face contorted into an expression of pain.

''Do you know how that makes me feel, Tom? My daughter behaved badly and you omitted me to be responsible for it. She's not just yours, Tom. I need to know these things. What does this teach her? That it's ok if she hides certain things from me, because you did the same? And when she decides to do this with both of us? That hiding things is better?''

''I know I made a mistake, Y/N but I didn't want to burden you. I know the work has been difficult. Hell, you said that to Sophie today.'' He said trying to defend himself. ''I'm sorry for hiding it from you, but I did it thinking about saving you some worry.''

''Thomas, she's my daughter too. I need to know what happens to her. God, Tom, she's 4 years old.'' You try to reason with him, who just sits on the couch. ''I know that's not the whole reason you kept this from me.''

And when he looks up, you find him with eyes full of tears ready to collapse.

''I heard Ava's conversation in the bathroom, that's how I found out. I know she went to pick up Olivie that day. And for the record, I know she's your secretary but I want her off the list of people who can pick up Ollie.'' You say, moving away from him. ''I know what happened next. Between you two.''

Tom quickly stood up in front of you, his eyes begging you to accept whatever he was going to say.

''I don't know what she said, but you need to believe me when I tell you that nothing happened between us. I could never do that to you Y/N, you need to know that.'' And to his surprise you smiled softly. ''From the first moment you came into my life, I knew I would never need anyone again, no matter what.''

''Tom, what happened to us? When and why did we grow so far apart? Isn't this what we wanted, our family?''

''I know I've been distant but Y/N... things really aren't easy. We almost lost... we almost lost the company. Our accounts weren't good, there was a month when I thought we wouldn't be able to pay the employees. Me and Haz were desperate.'' He turned around as if he was embarrassed. ''We almost lost our investors. That's why I had to work twice as hard. So I spent a few nights away from home. In the midst of all this, all I could think about was the two of you. I needed to protect you no matter what.''

Your face softened upon hearing his outburst.

''It's been 10 years since we started this project and look at everything we've built. I had to do something. I know you work and believe me, you are the best at what you do, and your boss is just another asshole in this world who thinks he is better than others, but wouldn't be able to do half as much as you.’’

His face, like yours, was already full of tears.

''I'm sorry, I just couldn't let it all end like this. So, I did everything I could to rebuild what we have.'' He finished, approaching you once again, carefully his hands cupped your face. ''I'm sorry, my intention was never to hurt you. I would never do that.''

Without thinking twice, your lips pressed against his. You hadn’t felt them in a while. Your hands went to his hair while his went to your waist, pulling you as close as possible. As you deepened the kiss, Tom's hands ran down your back. His lips trailed down to your neck and collarbone, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the way.

Your hands found the jacket he still wore, removing it.

''Y/N, I don't want to... are you sure?'' He said with a hitched breath as you left small kisses on his lips. It had been so long since you had truly felt him.

''Yes I'm sure. I miss you so much, Tom, please.'' You said as you stared at him firmly.

He guided you to your room and as always, you let him, trusting him as you always did. And that night, Tom made you feel what you hadn't felt in a while, closeness to him. The care he always had, the affection. Skin on skin, sweat, short and mixed breaths.

...

On Sunday, two nights later, in the morning Tom told Nikki that you would be there for lunch and she could barely contain her happiness at hearing the news. Somehow she managed to notice the difference in her son's tone of voice and knew that things were working out.

Of course, you talked afterwards, for a long time, and agreed that you wouldn't hide anything from each other, especially issues related to Olivie. And you would always be there to listen to each other in any difficulty that may arise. That's what you promised when you exchanged rings and it would remain that way for a long time.

''Mumma, daddy!'' Olivie's excited voice was the first thing you heard when you arrived in the back garden of the Holland family house.

''Hi, baby!'' You said as Tom picked Ollie up. ''Did you have fun with grandma and grandpa?''

''Yeah, we made cookies.'' She said excitedly.

''I hope you left one for me.'' Tom said making the little girl laugh.

''I ate them all.'' She said jokingly. ''Sorry dad.'' Tom opened his mouth pretending to be shocked and you laughed at their mannerism.

This was what you missed, moments of joy and togetherness, happiness and love.

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