“Can Ansu Come Out To Play”

Hey idk if you want to, feel free to ignore this request- but can you maybe do a part 2 to the showering after surgery? I rlly loved the fic🫶🏻🫶🏻

Showering after surgery p.2

First part

You tried to forget about your conversation with Gavi from yesterday night.

It's true that you were nervous to see Gavi naked for the first time, but he was Pablo Gavi. Everyone knows that he is beautiful.

He's been an athlete for so long, of course that his body was breath-taking.

But when he suggested that you two shower together, you weren't even nervous anymore. You were just scared.

A lot of what ifs were coming into your mind.

The truth is that you won't be the first girl he saw naked, and the other girls all had model type of body. What if he considers you ugly?

What if he finds you that ugly that he breaks up with you?

You imagined a lot of similar scenes until Gavi finally woke up.

You couldn't sleep all night, and he could see that something had bothered you.

"You okay?"

He seemed truly concerned about your health.

That's it. An idea came into your mind.

"Just a bit sick. I kinda have a headache." you lied.

"I'm sure a bath will help you. Let me get it ready for you-"

Oh shit.

"No, no, it's okay-"

"We had to shower together this morning anyway."

He got up from the bed and walked himself to the bathroom to prepare you the bath.

You've got all anxious by now and tried to find any reason for you not to shower.

"You just showered yesterday night and it wasn't easy for your knee. You'll be in pain, Gavi"

"Anything for my girl."

"Gavi, be for real now."

"What?"

He then suddenly realised. Or he thought that was the reason.

His face immediately got sad, and he stopped.

Now you didn't understand what was going on anymore.

He walked himself back to his room and opened the TV.

"So we won't shower anymore?" you asked surprised and also really confused by his actions.

"Well, you don't seem to want me. That's for sure."

"What!? No, Gavi-"

"No, please. I don't want to argue with you, ok?" he said in a sweet tone.

"Me neither, but it's not what you think."

For some seconds neither of you said anything.

"Ok, get up. We're going to have a bath together." you said while trying to help Pablo getting out of the bed.

"I'm too tired now."

"Gavi!" you shouted. "Please.."

When you were both in the bathroom, you were the first one to get your chlotes off.

You wanted to fasten things up so that he won't get to see you naked that long. You were really embarrassed and shy.

He stopped his movements and then looked at you.

"Y/n, y/n." he then holds you. "Tell me what's bothering you."

He looks into your eyes with so much love and adoration that eventually made you blush.

He smiled seeing your red cheeks and then kissed your lips shortly.

"You know I love you, so tell me."

You try to find the courage to look into his eyes, but you fail, so he helped you while moving your chin up.

"It's just.. you are Pablo Gavi and-"

"Well that's good to know." he starts laughing.

"Please, don't laugh. " he immediately stopped, knowing that this was something serious .

"You are Pablo Gavi and I'm just a normal girl-"

"Which I love with all my heart.." he continued.

"That's so sweet of you, but please don't stop me, otherwise I won't tell you."

He nodded, clearly understanding.

"You are Pablo Gavi, and I'm just a normal girl, and you've been with so many other beautiful women and I'm really really shy and scared that you won't like my body that much and that you will judge me."

He wanted so bad to interrupt you, but he knew that you had to take it all out of your heart.

So you continued.

"And I don't wanna sound dramatic or something, but even yesterday when I saw you all in front of me, I just couldn't realise that you chose me out of all those gorgeous girls. Because you are so, so beautiful. "

He started to tear up and hugged you tight.

"Bebé.."

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" you asked him.

He then took off all your chlotes and smiled.

"You are more than beautiful."

From your face, he knew that you didn't believe him so when he undressed himself too, you got into the hot water together.

He was holding you in front of him.

"I've been with many girls, that's true. But no one felt like you. You aren't just beautiful, you are sweet and kind and a really nice company. I chose you because I love you. Your body fits perfectly with mine." he kissed your left cheek. "You are the one that is now with me at my worst. Not them. You are the one who takes care of me. Not them."

You kissed his lips lovely, before helping him shower again, because the boy was in a lot of pain because of his knee.

After you were done with him, he helped you wash your hair, massaging it.

Everything felt so good.

"Do you still have that headache?"

He laughed, knowing that you lied.

You showed him your tongue and smiled at him.

"I love you" you said, hugging him tight from behind. "And I'll make your recovery easier. I promise."

"I know you will."

Not sure if your requests are open but I just read ‘baecation’ and need like a fic where the reader goes on tour with him. And the whole dynamic with the reader and the team. Maybe the reader is a bit shy at first because her Spanish isn’t good but the boys are lovely to her and help her and she ends up getting along with them and pedri is there just like 😍😍

The Tour

Summary: A glimpse of the little moment you share with your boyfriend while on Tour.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: I hope you like this 🤠❤️ also @gaviandgrizisgirl hi 🤠🤭

First Stop: LA

"I want a picture with the big Hollywood thing." Katrine says, smiling while you take some pictures of her.

Mikky, Katrine, and you arrived at Los Angeles a day before the team did. That was for more commodity for you.

"I want another coffee, to be honest." You laugh, the jet lag hitting you harder than expected. "Is it okay to break the diet while on vacation?"

"I break it all the time." Mikky says, you narrow your eyes, looking funny at her. "Oh don't give me that look."

"You have an excuse to break it. You're eating for two." Katrine says, taking her phone from your hands to check the pictures.

You were answering your messages, Pedro updating you about where they're, based on the map from the plane.

"Don't you think, Y/n?" Mikky asks you. You block the phone and pay attention to her. "Did you hear me?" She asks sweetly.

"No, sorry." You say, laughing lightly. "I was texting Pedro." You smile.

"Oh, sweet, young love." Katrine laughed. "I remember those times."

"What I was asking." Mikky says, grabbing your attention again. "Frenkie, Andreas, Katrine, and I are renting a house here, and at the other locations. We wanted to ask if you and Pedro wanted to stay with us."

You wanted to say yes, loving the four of them, always having fun times together. But Pedro already rented a nice space for you to stay together.

"I want to say yes, but Pedro booked a place for us to stay." You say with a pout. "We can meet for some activities."

After the quick coffee break you had, you went to check some stores, passing time till the boys landed.

When the time finally came and the boys landed and were at the hotel, you knew they got there as a cover-up, Xavi, and the team knew they'll stay with their family.

"Hola, guapa." Pedro says, lifting you up while hugging you. "I missed you." He thighs his grip on your body.

"Pepi, we saw each other like twenty-five hours ago." You laugh, kissing his neck. Hands on his hair, messing his hair.

"Jolin, se despidieron ayer y estan acuando como si hubiera pasado una vida" (Fuck, you said goodbye to each other yesterday and now you're acting like it's been a life time.) Pablo laughed, making you and Pedro laugh too. "Ven acá, guapa." (Come here) He says, opening his arms for you to hug him.

You hug him, not long after Ferran was saying hi to you. "Es que te tenemos que hablar en inglés? Joder que yo soy pésimo." (Do we have to speak with you in english? Fuck, I suck at that.)

"No, yo puedo hablar español." (No, I can speak spanish.) You laugh nervous. Your Spanish isn't the best, so you knew it was going to be a shit show if they decided to speak only Spanish.

"Entonces, cuentame." (So, tell me) Ferran says, you look over at Pedro, he's smiling, loving how his friends are messing with you. "Cómo fue el vuelo hasta acá?" (How was the flight?) He asks you.

You smiled and stared at him for a good five seconds. You open your mouth, but your mind isn't fully working. "Era. Umm. Bueno, muy relajante, si." You smile proud. (😀)

Gavi and Ferran looked at each other. You wanted to disappear because you knew that was so bad. "That's amazing. Relaxing, yes, good, yes. Amazing." Ferran says.

You happily high-five them, you knew you weren't the best but they not laughing made a difference.

"Pepi, I did it." You hug him happy. He hugs you back, kissing the top of your head. "Let's go, adiós chicos." You wave them goodbye.

You both go down the basement where the car was waiting for you. When you arrive at the house, Pedri loves the view, the golden sunset looking beautiful, making the whole place look like out of a movie.

"I know you can't eat junk food, but." You say walking to the oven, you FaceTime Rosy, asking her to help you on each step of the way, making her famous croquettes for him. "I try my best, not sure if it's good." You laugh.

"No way." He hurries next to you, trying one. "Fuck." He says, eyes rolling back. He's been resistant in order to keep his diet, missing the glorious food of his mom. "This is amazing."

You pose your hands on his shoulders, massaging the stress of the flight. "You want to know what else I did?" You whisper in his ear.

He humms at the feeling on his shoulders, relaxing him. "Hmh?" He mumbs.

"I prepared a bath for us, wanna go relax a little?" You kiss his neck, hugging him.

He turns around, kissing you, thankful for all you've done for him. "Let's go." He says smiling.

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Second stop: Dallas

"Hay un dicho, dicen que si te pones el sombrero te montas al vaquero." (there's a say, if you wear the hat you get to ride the cowboy) Pedri joked, placing the cowboy hat on you. "And you're wearing it."

"What does montar mean? And what does sombrero mean?" You ask, confused. He wanted to burst out laughing, finding you adorable. "Don't make that face. Tell me." You pout.

"I meant that there's a say, if you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy." He winks at you. You smile, blushing a little now that you understand why he placed the hat on you.

"I will, but this cowboy has to wait till we're home." You kiss him. "Now let's go pick our horse." You grabbed his hand, hurried to get to where the horses are.

Pedro took you to this horse riding place, knowing that you wanted to do that.

Once you picked your horse, Pedro decided that you ride alone, wanting for you to have the whole experience. But also riding other horse to go with you.

"I wanna sing Hannah Montana." You say, moving your shoulders at the rhythm of the song playing in your head. "You're always find a way back home" you sing loudly.

Pedro took pictures of you. The love gaze he has over you is one that no one can deny. "I don't know any Hannah songs." He confess.

"Imma show you how to dance the Hannah dance from the movie." You told him. The scene already playing in your head.

After the horse riding experience, you both got back to the house. Quickly showering and changing for the outing you had with the team.

"Do you like this outfit?" You're standing in front of the mirror, already questioning if the two piece set was ideal for the night.

You pose for him. If you can take a picture and compare his face to the scene of the movie, the mask, his heart eyes are bigger.

"You look, preciosa." He poses his hands on your hip, "fuck, you look amazing baby." He kiss you tummy, making you blush.

"I was thinking that I was a little but short." You say, messing with his hair. "Don't you think?"

"You can wear whatever you want. If someone says something, I can throw some punches." He jokes, kissing your arms and caressing you hips.

"I love you, mi amor." You kiss the top of his head. You sit on his lap, posing your hands on his cheeks. "I'm so in love with you, Pedro."

You pull him towards you, kissing him. His hands on your hips go down to your ass, squishing it. Making you moan.

"Stop," you say, pulling away, "we have to meet your friends." You kiss him back again after saying that.

"What about you riding the cowboy?" He asks, you want to say he ment that joking, but he wasn't. You knew that if you keep kissing, you both will end up between the sheets and not at the club with the rest. "Please." He begged you.

You push him back to the bed. "I guess they won't miss us for a few minutes." You start to unbutton his shirt. "Don't you think?" You say kissing his neck. Earning a moan as an answer.

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Last Stop: Las Vegas

"I want to start pole dance," you joke, hand in hand with your boyfriend. "Will you let me pole dance you?" You ask him.

His face was a poem, he's confused, about to laugh, but wanted to remind serious. "I take all the dancing you want me to." He jokes back.

You smile, squishing his hand a little harder. You're at the mall at Las Vegas, searching for something Fer ask you to get for him.

"Did you know that, what happen in Vegas stay in Vegas? You ask him, joking again. "I think we need to do something crazy and have an inside joke."

"So when people ask us, we tell them ~Lo que pasa en las Vegas se queda en las Vegas~?" He joke back at you. "That actually would be cool."

"We all should try this strippers show, and do body shots on each other and then skinny dip in the pool." Ansu interrupts your conversation.

All the boys and you turn your attention to him, he was nodding excited, thinking his idea was the one of a century.

"Or." Mikky says, dragging the attention away from Ansu. "We can go bowling." She smiled.

Everyone agree with her, Ansu on the other side was pouting, mad that his Vegas plan was ruined by some bowling.

"No te enojes." (Don't be mad) You say pinching his cheek. "We can do something crazy after bowling, not that crazy like going to a strip club, but crazy." You shake him by the shoulders.

"Deal." He smiles, going to the other boys to plan something else.

The boys and you create this little friendship were they take care of you, and you take care of them. They liked you and always try to make you the most comfortable.

"I like this for your mom." You say, showing him beautiful ornaments that match her style. "I think the blue one, she likes blue." You think outloud.

"I like blue." He says, kissing you cheek. "But I was thinking this over here." He points at other thing. "Maybe I should get both."

You went to the other side of the store, looking at some pink outfits. You told Pedro that before leaving, you wanted to go to the movies to see Barbie. He brushed it off, so you planned on going with Mikky while he was at training.

"That pink would look so good on you." He says, making you turn back to face him. "So you think it fit me?"

"I think every color is your color." You grab the pink shirt and put it against him to see the contrast. "But this pink is definitely your color." You kiss him.

"Then help me pick one." He grabs your hand, dragging you to the male section of the store. You were confused, knowing he wasn't going to use it more than once.

"Pedro, you're not going to get something you'll only use once." You laugh, about to go back to the women section.

"But I want to match you," he pouts, you laugh at how adorable he looks doing that. "What, you don't want to match with me? How are we supposed to see Barbie if we don't go matching?"

"What?"

"How are we supposed to see Barbie if we don't match?" He repeats.

"We?" You ask, confused. "Are we going to see Barbie?" You smile a little.

"Yes, mi amor." He nods, smiling. "I got us tickets, so after bowling tonight, we're going to do some Barbie with Mikky and Frenkie."

You hug him, loving how he's always paying attention to you and spoiling you. "Eres mi favorito." You say, hugging him.

"I better be." He jokes, hugging you back, making you laugh.

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“My girlfriend will be upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest,” Carlos murmured, high as fuck post surgery.

“Sir—” you sighed, removing the stethoscope from his chest. You straightened the lapels of your white coat. “I’m your doctor.”

Carlos Sr. made an amused noise from his chair beside his son’s hospital bed. He gestured towards you.

“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Carlos Sr. told his son.

“Oh,” Carlos blinked his big, brown eyes. “I don't?”

Carlos was certain he had a girlfriend. They've been dating for over four years now. Their relationship was kept from the world as his girlfriend wanted to focus on her job without being bombarded by Carlos' millions of fans in her workplace and Carlos respected that, although he was not exactly the type who liked the idea of secret relationships. What did she do again? Carlos couldn't remember. The anesthesia was making everything whoozy for him.

“That's your wife, son.”

Carlos moved his gaze to your coat—[Name] [Surname]-Sainz, M.D., Chief of Trauma Surgery.

"Oh."

You raised an amused brow at his dumbstruck face, his beautiful brown eyes wide and his mouth agape. You shook your head at your husband's adorableness, smiling affectionately.

SKIN

— a blurb from the dadrry universe 🤍

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Harry's skin must be woven with threads of magic.

There has to be some otherworldly magnetism intricately entwined in his veins that pumps contagious and captivating warmth toward anyone who touches him. Or perhaps there's an underlying spell coursing through his blood that effortlessly soothes any rooted ache or vociferating cry.

It's been said before, but Harry is a natural when it comes to being a lover. He's been by your side through every trial and tribulation that life has cruelly thrown at you. He has willingly taken your pain during grief-stricken times and selflessly put it on his own heart. You've navigated the rollercoaster years of dating, marriage, and parenthood with him, all while watching him grow and adapt into each role with patience and grace.

Witnessing him be a dad has you firmly believing that it's what he was made to do. It was written in the stars.

The house smells of blueberry crepes and homemade bread when you wake from your slumber. A long and uninterrupted slumber at that, which is something that's been a rarity the past few days — well, if four hours of sleep counts as uninterrupted. You'll admit that you haven't missed the lack of sleep aspect of having a newborn.

You slowly pad your way into the kitchen, and you're surprised to find that it's quiet except for the sizzling sound of breakfast cooking. Your tired eyes regard Harry swaying by the stovetop, a spatula in his grasp and his three-day-old baby girl cradled in his opposite arm. She's wide awake, her swaddled body cuddled perfectly in the crook of his elbow as she mesmerizingly stares at him while he skillfully takes a loaf of bread out of the oven. He has on his favorite fleece robe with the sleeves rolled up, and his hair — that's getting quite long — is flatly pushed back from restlessly tossing and turning all night.

It baffles you how every time Harry holds her, she's so content when her skin is touching his. You don't understand it. You're well aware that skin-to-skin contact is important, but it's wondrous how much she loves it with him already.

You stand still in the open doorway and watch him for a few more moments, thinking about how nine months ago, you were observing him from the same spot as he made pancakes with your eldest daughter. Back when the baby girl he's holding now was just a small bump he'd fawn over, growing each month and getting plenty of kisses every day.

Eventually, you refocus to the present and shuffle over to where your sleep-deprived husband is yawning and taking his oven mitt off. You both got a dreadfully short amount of sleep last night, but you think it isn't so bad when mornings look the way they do with him.

"Hello," you greet as you stand next to him.

Harry loosens a golden-brown crêpe with the spatula and sets it on one of three plates. "Morning, baby."

"When did she wake up?"

"'Bout an hour ago," he responds, voice hoarse. "Just little whimpers, so I took her out to the backyard for some fresh air. Then she told me she wanted to make breakfast with me."

You tilt your head, amused. "Oh, she told you that? I didn't know you could translate her baby sounds."

"I can, actually. She also told me she needs milk. Pronto, preferably."

"Here, give me her. She's definitely hungry." You take her from him and kiss her soft, munchable cheeks. "Thank you for making food, by the way."

"That's my job," he sing-songs as you walk over to the couch.

You sit and slide the strap of your silk pajama top down, then remove the white swaddle from her body. She instantly latches onto your nipple, causing you to wince when the dull ache makes an appearance. As you feed her and zone out, you hear Harry plate the food and open the fridge a couple of times before you sense him coming up behind you. He leans his torso over the back of the couch and rests his chin on your head.

Breastfeeding has never been uncomfortable around him. You know he's appreciative of what a woman's body can supply and how draining it is to be the supplier. Often times, like right now, he will silently observe his daughter fall into a state of tranquility as she eats. It's a beautiful thing to be able to nurture another human using your body. Even if it hurts and is terribly time-consuming, the special bond that's formed during it is completely worth it.

"I'm gonna get dressed," Harry says after a while, planting a kiss to your temple.

You turn your head and pucker your lips for the first kiss of the day. He grants you a couple soft pecks that taste like blueberries, each accompanied with an appreciative hum, then leaves with a long and dramatic kiss to your daughter's head.

A few minutes later, Harry comes back just as you finish breastfeeding. He's wearing a patterned jacquard-knit sweater and loose denim jeans with holes by his knees. He stands in front of you and takes her from your arms, kissing and blowing raspberries on her full belly until she's awake and screeching happily.

"Who's ready for tummy time, hm? Is it you?" She coos with a toothless smile and Harry pretends to eat her cheeks. "I think it's you."

He gently sets her on the blanket that's spread out on the living room floor, then gets down on his stomach next to her. You grab your phone from the coffee table and snap a quick picture of them for the sweet memory.

After five minutes of lying with her and tracing every feature of her face, Harry picks her up and begins burping her. Meanwhile, you make your way into the kitchen and grab the plates, then slide the patio door open with your shoulder. You head out to the backyard with Harry following closely behind. You're not too worried about your other daughter since she'll most definitely be cranky if you wake her up this early.

As you set the plates down and sit in the wicker lounge chair, Harry passes the baby over and settles beside you, chewing and swallowing a bite of bread before saying, "Was thinking of going down to the beach later and swimming with the girls. The water is pretty calm today."

You nod and pick at your crêpe. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll probably take a nap or something."

"You don't want to come with us?" he asks, scrunching his eyebrows together. "It's gorgeous out."

"I don't really feel like swimming. I'm not feeling my best."

He leans closer to you and places the back of his hand on your forehead. "What do you mean, love? Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm just tired," you partly lie. "Don't worry about me."

"Hey, look at me." He takes your left hand in his. "I'm gonna worry about you, yeah? You just gave birth a couple of days ago. Gotta tell me how you're feeling mentally and physically, otherwise I can't help you."

"I know, but I swear I'm just—"

A fussy cry cuts you off, and you sigh as you start rocking the baby. Harry soothingly massages the back of your neck, placing a comforting kiss behind your ear.

"We'll talk about it later, okay?" he murmurs.

You just weakly smile and hope he forgets about it.

——

The setting of the sun has just begun, the evening sky a bright, beautiful orange that makes the ocean waves glimmer. All of you are on the beach to spend time together before an early bedtime. Harry had made dinner and is now shaking out a blanket so you both can sit on the sand. Your eldest daughter is distracted with her beach toys, humming and talking to herself as she wanders along the shoreline in her swimsuit.

There's no time for peaceful watching, however, because once you plop down on the blanket with the baby snuggled to your chest, Harry sits right by you and clasps his hands over his bent knee like he's about to give you a lecture.

He jerks his chin up and remarks, "You know what I'm gonna say."

It's impossible not to roll your eyes. "Do I have to?" you mutter with a sheepish grin.

"In my book, you're legally required to talk to your husband and baby daddy."

You just groan and prepare yourself to vent about all the postpartum feelings that have been swirling in your pessimistic mind over the past thirty-six hours. "I'm scared of losing myself," you reveal after a heavy exhale. "I remember the first time I became a mom, some days I didn't even recognize myself. It took so much energy out of me, you know? With breastfeeding, being up all night, and trying to get my body back to normal. I guess I just don't want to fall into that dark place again."

Harry nods understandingly. "Do you recognize yourself right now?"

"A lot more than last time," you respond quietly. "I mean, we're both more experienced with how to handle a newborn. That definitely helps."

He swallows, and his serious expression tells you he sees right through you. "Can I know the real reason why you didn't want to go swimming earlier?" he asks with a certain gentleness that could break you if you dwelled on it for long enough.

You sometimes wonder if your skin is made of glass, or if he just knows you well enough to notice all the cracks.

"If I talk about it, I'll start crying."

He tuts and nudges your foot with his. "And what's wrong with crying?"

Shrugging, you defeatedly mumble, "Makes me feel like a little kid."

"You're my wife, not some stranger to me," Harry stresses with a soft laugh. "I hate that you think crying in front of me will put me off or something. Please be vulnerable with me. I don't want you to keep your feelings bottled up."

Your lips wobble, and a teardrop escapes as you look downward. "I don't feel good when I look at my body. I don't think I could put on a swimsuit and have you see me." Harry immediately scoots closer and wipes your tear away, a sympathetic frown on his face. "And I spent so long trying to accept it last time I gave birth," you continue, "and now having to bounce back again seems exhausting."

"I don't expect you to bounce back," Harry replies gently. "I don't expect anything of you that involves changing your body. It's your body. Do whatever you need to do to make you feel good and do it at your own pace, all right?"

Your heart lovingly falters at his statement. "Once you can finally have sex with me in six weeks, it's gonna be terrible and I'll probably cry."

He laughs, and you let one out too. "Is that really what you're worried about?"

"No." He gives you a flat look with a hint of a smirk. "Okay, maybe. I just don't want you to look at me. I could blindfold you or something."

"Can you look at me right now for a second?" Harry asks earnestly. You adjust the baby in your arms and meet his gentle eyes that sparkle in the golden sunlight. "I look at you and see a goddess," he starts, taking your free hand in his. "A mum to two beautiful girls that make me smile and melt every single day. You're my safety blanket. The body that you think I don't want to see is the one that grew life. That's priceless to me."

He begins tracing his fingertips across the light striations on your thigh as he continues, "The stretch marks on your stomach and thighs are because you grew a human, which to me, is the most special and goddamn powerful thing I could ever watch you experience. You've done it so effortlessly that I can't help but fall in love with you more and more each day."

In that moment, you wonder why you were ever doubtful in the first place; how the man sitting next to you can always drag you out of any momentary insecurity with ease.

Harry suddenly stands and carefully pulls you up with him. He then kneels on the blanket and spreads his arms out. "Look at you," he speaks up over the crashing waves. "You're quite literally glowing in front of me, holding our baby girl that you brought into this world, and making my heart pound just as hard as the first day I met you."

"Stop, Harry," you tell him with spiderwebs of heat expanding across your face.

"No, because look at you!" He exhales sharply and brings his arms down. "I worship you. Everything you do and say, every smile and laugh, every time you look at me... I'm hooked for eternity."

You kneel in front of him with tears threatening to spill over. He cradles your cheeks and kisses you with an intensity similar to the evening waves that pelt the shore. Is there a way to thank the ocean for bringing him to you?

As the sun says its routine farewell, you bask in Harry's glow that cascades from the solicitous words he speaks and the tender touches he grants.

Skin that's unquestionably loved by him, and skin that will be loved by you at your own pace.

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Every Part of You

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader A.N. - Alright, I've been asked to write about Bucky and Sunshine's first time many, many times. And the thing is, like sure, I could write that, but also I want us to take a moment to consider trying to build up to that. There's so many firsts buried in there that I think need to be navigated through before they even get there. This is one of those firsts. Like the first time you see Bucky's shoulder.

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"You're just- " You stop speaking, searching for his lips again. Though you're breathless, you can't bring yourself to pull away from him, "You're so pretty."

You shudder as you feel his hand slip under your sweater. The occasional graze of the cool metal on your skin enough to send shivers down your spine.

His lips trail down, nipping at your jaw, "I'm not pretty."

Your hands, winded in the hair at the nape of his neck, glide down his neck, to clutch the fabric of his henley. The moment he feels your fingers toy with the collar of his shirt, his heart hammers against his ribcage. Not in the sort of way that he usually feels in these moments with you. He feels a sense of dread, of panic. It wraps around his spine like a python. It feels like he can't breathe.

"You're so -"

He wrenches away from you, his chest heaving, "Stop, stop, stop."

You freeze, immediately dropping your hands. Panic starts creeping up your throat, coating your words. "Did I - did I do something wrong?"

He gulps, silently shaking his head. It takes him a moment to regain his composure, to regain the ability to speak clearly, "No, no, you're - you're perfect."

Guilt starts to eat at him. He can see you doing your very best to keep your own feelings off your face. He can see the sting of his rejection in the way your lips press together in a tight line. The embarrassment in the pallor of your once flushed cheeks.

You two have worked so hard to overcome your own personal issues and traumas, to build trust in each other, moments like these hadn't come easy. And he so callously pushed you away, it makes him feel worse. And what makes his heart ache even more, he sees nothing but concern for him shining in your eyes. You just look so worried for him.

Your hands rest in your lap. You twist and untwist your fingers. "If you don't want to, we don't - we don't have to do anything. I'm really sorry -"

"No, no, please don't be sorry." He reaches for you, gently squeezing your hand. It soothes him as much as it does you. "I want to. You don't know how much I want to."

"But?"

His eyes squeeze shut. He can't bring himself to meet your eyes. "You haven't seen it before - my arm, my shoulder."

"Oh."

He drops your hand. That feeling takes over him again. It feels like there's not enough air in the room. He slides away from you, closer to the edge of the tiny couch in your apartment. "It's - I am not pretty."

It breaks your heart, watching him pull away from you. You can only imagine how many people have turned away from him before. "James..."

He fervently shakes his head, refusing to open his eyes, "No, no, I know what you're gonna say, but it's bad. A lot worse than you're thinking."

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"It's bad," he insists. "I see it every day and I can barely - it's just bad, okay?"

You take his hand, squeezing it tightly. "It's okay if you don't want me to see it. I understand."

He finally opens his eyes again as his eyebrows pull together. He still doesn't meet your eye. "No, no, I want to - I trust you with this, I do. I just - I want you to be prepared."

In that moment, you realize that it's not really about preparing you. Not at all.

He thinks you're going to react badly. He thinks that this will make you turn away from him for the first time ever. He's worried that the love and adoration in your eyes will turn to disgust and repulsion.

It's less about preparing you for the scarred flesh, and more about warning you that he couldn't take a bad reaction. He's not sure he could take it if you turned away from him too.

"I love you," you promise him. "There's nothing that you could show me that would change that. I hope you know that."

There is no response to that. And you know that he won't believe it until he sees it. It takes him a moment. His hand toys with the hem of his shirt. His hand grips the hem, only to let it go.

"I love you," you remind him.

He takes a large gulp of air, pulling off his shirt with one quick movement.

You weren't really sure what you were expecting. You knew the story. You knew how Bucky lost his arm. He even confided the bits and pieces he remembered from getting his vibranium arm.

Your eyes trail over his skin. The shoulder is scarred, scars jut in every direction. Each scar is etched into his skin. It's clear it was a painful, violent experience for him. The metal plate protrudes from the scar tissue in a way that you're sure was painful when first placed. You look on with curiosity, you're not really sure how this, a sign of survival, a badge of resilience, could ever make anyone turn away from him.

He's as breathtaking as you could ever imagine.

Your eyes flicker up at him. He looks at the blank wall of your apartment, scared to watch your facial expressions as you take it in. "Can I?"

He nods, barely able to look you in the eyes. He sucks in a breath when your fingers make contact with the scar tissue surrounding the metal plate.

You immediately pull your fingers back, worried you've accidentally hurt him. "Does it hurt?"

"No," he answers reflexively.

You know he's lying. "I've seen you holding your shoulder before - holding it like it hurts."

"Sometimes," he amends. "The doctor said there's a lot of nerve damage. Things they can't fix."

"Does it hurt now?"

"No."

You run your hand over the plate, over his scars, down to his shoulder blade.

"Still think I'm pretty?" he sarcastically remarks.

You press a gentle kiss to his bare shoulder. "I'll always think you're pretty. Every part of you."

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In the Middle - Alexia Putellas x Leah Williamson x Reader

Summary: Loosely based on the song In the Middle by Dodie. Alexia and Leah had a very short lived tryst in the past, but both being headstrong and controlling captains, nothing came out of that. Y/N has dated both Alexia and Leah separately, but the three being in close proximity most times and the captains unable to deny Y/N, agreed to try dating collectively and getting along for her sake.

A/N: For context, Y/N is Spanish and used to play for Barça for a few years before she moved to Arsenal. Y/N and Alexia both play for the Spanish Selection and the three just travel between London and Barcelona to see each other. Alexia is quite fluent in English here but actively decides to only speak in Spanish to Leah sometimes just to fuck with her. Leah picked up like 10 words of Spanish but she´s trying her best. This is mostly Alexia x Leah with a small amount of Y/N on the side. Enjoy!

T/W: BDSM undertones, Edging, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Semi-Voyeurism, Threesome where one person is watching the other two.

Leah didn´t know how she managed to get herself into this situation. Being in the midst of the World Cup, the English and Spanish Selections had been travelling around Australia and New Zealand for the past 2 months. Luckily enough, both countries' teams managed to find themselves staying in the same hotel at all times, even if it was on different floors. This allowed a simple routine to be established, Leah going to Alexia and Y/N´s room to wait for them to return from training.

Today of all days, she found Alexia sitting alone in the room when she had arrived. Something about her not having to be present for training in lieu of some photoshoots and interviews, the Catalan explained in Spanglish. Leah upon seeing her, wanted to walk right out of the room and wait until Y/N returned, there was just something about being in the room with just Alexia that left her unsettled.

Sure the three had all sat down, Leah and Alexia begrudgingly agreeing that they would all try to date, but that didn’t change the fact that Leah wasn’t fond of Alexia and vice versa. She stood outside the door and thought about just going to stay in the room. After all she was entitled to the shared space, but the trouble was that she didn't want to be with Alexia until Y/N arrived to defuse the tension between them. In the end, Leah decided to just fuck it and make Alexia deal with her presence. What's the worst that can happen if the two Captains were left alone in the room together to their own devices, she mused. Well, that's how she ended up in the situation she currently found herself in.

“A-alexia.. Fuck.” the England Captain groaned.

Alexia loved hearing Leah say her name in such a needy way. Ever since the three settled on their agreement, the blonde Englishwoman was always trying to one up the Catalan with every single thing. Especially when it came to Y/N. Alexia, patient as she was, grew tired of the blonde´s antics quickly and was waiting for the right moment to make her move. If only Y/N could see Leah now, on all fours whimpering for Alexia to let her have release. Her light blonde hair was a dishevelled mess, sweat dripping down her forehead and arms shaking with exertion as she took Alexia’s constant teasing. The Catalan was finding pleasure in her suffering, bringing her to the edge multiple times but not letting her cum, Leah´s breathing was uneven, and she was dripping from her core. 

Alexia ran her hands along Leah’s sides, cupping her breasts roughly. Leah let out a gasp at the contact when suddenly, Alexia flipped her over and pinned her arms above her head.

“Wh-what are you doing..?” Leah stammered.

“Por qué estás nerviosa, chica? (Why are you nervous, girlie?)” Alexia chuckled mockingly.

Leah looked at her in confusion, not understanding anything except the word nervous, she struggled a fair bit to try and break Alexia’s hold on her wrists but her efforts didn´t amount to anything. The Catalan Captain just smirked at how easy it was to dominate the Englishwoman. She couldn’t help but think to herself how amusing it was that Leah Williamson, England Captain and European Champion (Yes, Alexia might be just a little bit bitter about that) was helplessly laying under her. The blonde was disoriented from the pleasure and her cunt was absolutely dripping for her. Alexia brought her lips to Leah’s ear and lowered her voice ever so slightly.

“Si Y/N te viera ahora mismo Williamson, se daría cuenta de que su capitana es una zorra pasiva. Voy a hacer que me supliques. (If only Y/N could see you now, Williamson. She’d see that her mighty Captain is actually a fucking bottom. I’m going to make you beg.)” 

This time, Leah only understood the word beg from that whole sentence, and she let out an angry growl upon hearing Alexia’s words. She´ d be damned before she begged the Catalan woman for anything, especially to allow her to come. She tried to switch their positions, but was slammed back down against the bed when she rose to attempt to do so.

“No, no, te lo dije (I told you), I’m going to make you beg. That means I´m in charge. Surely you’ve learned what that means, captaining Arsenal and all, no? Today you´ll do as I say.” 

Leah released another growl, but Alexia simply laughed at her. The blonde tried to pull herself free of Alexia’s hold, but was unable to, Alexia was simply the stronger one between the both of them. If there was anything Leah hated besides being the butt of jokes, it was being powerless and in her current position, she hated herself even more for letting Alexia turn her into the horny, dripping mess that she was. Leah was very much determined to either switch their positions or at least even out the score. She raised her knee up and pressed it in between Alexia’s legs, causing the Catalan to release a soft gasp of her own. Leah pressed her knee up harder and was met with a quiet moan from the woman above her. Alexia then shoved her knee down though and pushed it into Leah´s core.

“A-agh fuck!” Leah started to grind desperately against Alexia’s knee trying to get as much friction and release as she possibly could. Alexia in turn, slowly moved her knee against Leah’s core and started kissing and nipping along her neck. Leah’s breathing was becoming ragged, Alexia´s mouth was still working on her neck, but her hands were busy lightly teasing over her nipples. The Englishwoman gasped and shivered every time Alexia’s fingers ghosted over her nipples. Alexia kissed her way up her neck and pressed her lips against the blonde´s, licking against her mouth for entrance which Leah welcomed. She could feel how close she was getting and started trying to speed up the pace that her hips were moving against Alexia’s knee.

“R-right there, fuck, don´t stop..” Just as Leah was about to come, Alexia shoved her hips down and removed her knee from in between her legs. Leah groaned at the missing contact, she looked up in bewilderment at the woman above her “N-no, why did you stop?”

Alexia smirked down at her. “Ah-ah, I don’t think so. I´m not going to let you off that easily, chica. Remember I told you, you’re going to beg for it.” Leah, getting desperate, tried to pull the same move she did earlier, but the Catalan wasn’t about to be fooled by the same move twice and quickly bit her neck hard, eliciting a loud yelp of pain.

“Buen intento, leona (Good try, lioness), but don´t think you can fool me twice. You’re not behaving as you should be and I'm going to make you.”

Leah was about to respond when Alexia got off the bed and grabbed her by her neck, she dragged her off the bed and moved her across the room to the desk and bent her over. “Look at how wet you are, I can see your juices dripping all the way down your legs. Maybe being taken by me turns you on more than you´d like to admit.” 

Alexia stood behind her and ran her hands up the inside of Leah’s thighs causing her to shiver. She purposely avoided touching the blonde where she knew she needed contact the most. Instead, her hands ascended up her sides and stopped on her breasts. Again, she took Leah´s nipples between her fingers and began to roll and tease them until they hardened even more. At the rough stimulation, the blonde bit her lip to contain the moan that was building in the back of her throat, she wouldn't give the Catalan the satisfaction of knowing the power she held at the moment.

“So sensitive, aren't you? I can smell how turned on you are, leona.” All this, just from me touching your breasts, from talking dirty to you, letting you grind against my knee.” Alexia whispered as she sucked on Leah´s earlobe.

“Shut up and fuck me, Reina. Or are you just all talk?” the Englishwoman ground out.

“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re dripping. How does that make you feel, Williamson? Knowing that I have such a strong effect on you. Probably pisses you off, doesn't it?” Alexia continues to mock the blonde captain. 

Leah opened her mouth, wanting to respond with something smart, but instead of sharp words, she released a soft moan as Alexia had moved one of her hands to lightly graze her clit. Leah bucked her hips trying to get the friction she needed, but Alexia wasn’t having it. “Tsk tsk tsk, I’m in control Leah. You know what you have to do to get what you need.”

Leah refused to swallow her pride and beg, so Alexia continued her light ministrations over the Englishwoman´s clit causing her to groan and gasp every time she felt the soft touch. The Catalan knew how close she was to breaking, she could smell the strong scent of the woman´s sex and feel how her body shook with want against her. Leah´s knuckles were turning white with how hard she was gripping the edge of the desk.

“Y/N’s going to be back soon, leona. What´ll you do if she walks in and sees you like this? Bent over this desk with your legs open and pussy completely at my mercy.”

The English captain whimpered at the Catalan’s words and tried to buck her hips backwards attempting to make any contact with the woman behind her, Alexia moved away, leaving Leah with no contact.

“Qué coño estáis haciendo? (What the fuck are you doing?)”

Leah couldn't have been more mortified than she was at that moment. Y/N, blissfully unaware of the events happening inside the room, walked in expecting to see her girlfriends ignoring each other as usual. Instead she came back to see Leah bent over the desk, a shaky whimpering mess, and Alexia behind her with an arm wrapped around her waist, her other hand in between her legs. Y/N dropped her equipment bag on the ground immediately and went to step towards them, but the Catalan held her hand up telling her to stay where she was and watch.

“Mira quien ha llegado, leona. (Look who's here).”

Leah could've died right there. Alexia pressed against her clit harder causing her to buck her hips hard and let out a loud moan. Alexia smirked at Y/N while Leah closed her eyes and tried to bend down even more and hide her head between her arms, embarrassed that Y/N had seen her in such a compromising position under the Catalan´s mercy. Alexia continued to tease her clit and ran her other hand up her back and into her golden blonde hair. Then, she pulled her hair up enough to get Leah´s head out from being hidden between her arms. Y/N, continuing to stand at the door started to feel her pussy throb at watching Alexia dominate Leah.

Alexia ran her fingers along Leah’s soaking cunt. “Jesus fuck, Alexia!”

Alexia dipped one finger lightly into Leah, just enough to tease. She let out a choked groan, finally receiving the touch she desperately craved. “Que dices, (What did you say,) leona?” Alexia pushed her finger in a little deeper and started to move it slowly. Leah gasped against Alexia feeling completely ashamed at the realisation of how wet she was and how much she enjoyed the Catalan´s ministrations. Alexia spun her around and shoved her back against the desk, laying Leah on her back while she stood between her legs with her finger inside her. Alexia bent down and took a nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue around it. She never ceased the movement of her finger but started to use her thumb to rub small, light circles against the Englishwoman´s clit.

“How does it feel, Captain Williamson? Having me inside you while Y/N watches me slowly fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” Alexia taunted.

Y/N groaned at Alexia’s words as she watched her hand between Leah’s legs. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to control herself and stay where she was like the Catalan instructed.

Leah was losing her mind. She was keening at the lightest of touches and the slightest of movements. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer.

“Alexia, for the love of god…. please.”

Leah had said it very quietly, but she knew Alexia heard her. The Catalan’s smirk grew wider upon hearing the Englishwoman.

“Qué dices? Puedes repetir? No entiendo ingles. (What did you say, can you repeat? I don´t understand English).”

Leah swallowed roughly trying hard to focus on remembering what little Spanish she learnt from hearing her girlfriends, it didn´t help that Alexia was still rolling her nipple with her tongue and her hand between her legs slowly fucking her.

“A-Alexia.. I can´t fucking think right now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” she grunted out.

“Perdon (Sorry)?” Alexia laughed.

Alexia pushed her finger deeper into Leah´s cunt and bit down on her nipple.

“Pppp.. por favor??” Leah stuttered questioningly with her accent.

“Por favor que? Que quieres? (Please what? What do you want?)” Alexia stood above her now, removing her hand from inside Leah as she waited.

“Fff–fo-ll-a….me?” (Ff-fu-ck me?) Leah whimpered, unsure. With more conviction,“Follame. Follame p-por fa-AAAAH. (Fuck me. Fuck me, p-please - AAAAH)” Leah´s begging was interrupted by her scream from Alexia roughly pushing two fingers into her. The Catalan started moving her hand fast and hard. Leah grabbed onto the Captain as tight as she could, moaning and gasping. Leah turned her head to make eye contact with Y/N and she continued to fuck Leah.

“I can feel how close you are, Leah. You’re so fucking tight against my fingers, pulling them in. I bet even Y/N can smell how wet you are from where she's standing.” Leah moaned louder at Alexia’s words and Y/N was very much aware of the wet, throbbing heat between her legs as she continued to watch the scene play out.

“Al-Alexia, I´m so fucking close..”

Alexia pushed a third finger into Leah´s cunt causing her back to arch and dig her nails into the Catalan´s flesh.

“Beg.”

“Por favor, Alexia.. Please, please, por favor.”

“Please what, leona?”

Leah was grinding her hips into Alexia´s hand as hard and as fast as she could, trying to get the release she needed. The Catalan, intent on putting the Englishwoman in her place, wasn't about to let her get what she wanted before she begged. She gripped Leah’s hips forcing her to slow her movements against her hand. Leah released a frustrated groan.

“I told you, I´m going to make you beg.”

Leah whimpered pathetically, trying to get the contact she needed. Y/N could tell that Alexia had been pushing and teasing her for a rather long period of time and that the Englishwoman was at her breaking point.

“Amor, déjala que se corra, desde aquí se ve que se va a romper en cualquier momento. (Amor, just let her cum. Even I can tell from here that she’s going to break any second.)”

“Lo siento bebita, mis reglas son mis reglas. Si la guiri quiere correr, tiene que pedírmelo. (I´m sorry baby, my rules are my rules. If the Englishwoman wants to cum, she has to beg for it.”

Leah, knowing that she had no other choice, calmed her breathing as best she could considering the situation she was in, she swallowed her pride and tried out her limited Spanish vocabulary once more.

“A-Alexia….por favor….déjame correrme… (please, let me cum)….”

“Mira, no es tan difícil. (See, that wasn't so hard).”

Leah opened her mouth to respond, but just as she was about to answer Alexia, she let out the loudest, filthiest moan yet. Alexia had shoved three fingers into her and was fucking her deeply in a punishing pace. Leah buried her head into Alexia’s shoulder to try and muffle the loud moans that were coming out from her mouth. She could feel her orgasm coming and she knew the Catalan could sense it too. 

Alexia moved her lips to Leah’s ears and whispered. “You’re going to cum all over my hand aren't you? With me fucking you against the desk and Y/N watching. Go ahead Leah, cum for us.”

“Alexiaaaa, fuck. Fuck, god fuck aaah! Yes, YES..”

Leah had never felt herself cum this hard in her life and screamed so loud that Alexia and Y/N were quite sure that the whole floor of the Spanish Selection girls heard her. Alexia continued to pump her fingers in and out of Leah to help her ride out her intense orgasm. Once her orgasm died down, Leah slumped heavily against Alexia, completely exhausted from the hours of edging and unable to hold her body up.

Alexia bore the English woman´s weight and wrapped her arms around her, she then proceeded to carry her to the bathroom and deposited her in the bathtub, turning on the water to a nice warm temperature as Y/N followed soon after. Leah´s tired eyes met theirs as Alexia and Y/N moved to enter the already filling tub. As Leah eased into the warm embrace of the water, Y/N sat in front and facing her, reaching out to cradle her cheek softly and take her mouth in a soft kiss. She then pulled away and poured in a fragrant bath oil, the soft relaxing smell of eucalyptus filling the air slowly. Leah relaxed even further as Alexia made her way to sit behind her. 

Armed with a soft sponge and soap, the Catalan started to wash away the residue of their activities off of the Englishwoman as Y/N continued to kiss her. Every touch from Alexia was gentle and deliberate, the blonde was surprised by the gentle kisses that Alexia pressed all over her back and shoulders as she caressed her. Leah understood that this was the Catalan´s way of showing a side of her that Leah thought was only reserved for Y/N. Perhaps the two Captains can coexist peacefully and build their own understanding as the time goes by. 

As the bath reached its conclusion, Y/N and Alexia wrapped Leah in the warm embrace of the fluffy hotel towel. The trio moved to the bedroom where their cosy haven awaited – soft blankets and the promise of a restful night. In the quiet of the dimly lit room, the throuple laid down with Leah in the middle. Feeling vulnerable after the events, Leah sought out even more from the Catalan as she laid her head on her chest and swung her leg over her waist, relishing in the comfort of Alexia´s warmth as she wrapped her arm around her and stroked her back gently. As sleep claimed Leah in its gentle embrace, Alexia and Y/N exchanged a loving glance, Y/N reaching over to give Alexia a soft kiss and smiling up at her adoringly, knowing that the Catalan was starting to soften up for the Englishwoman.

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Like Father, Like Son - Part 5 (Final Chapter) – Theo and Dean Crossover

Based on the request and headcannon by @theoraekendeserveslove

Word Count: 3,154

Warnings: None really.

Author’s Note: There are a lot of changes. So, consider this an Alternate Universe/Ending from the Series Finale episode.

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