౨ৎ . . . you asking victor to put you in a headlock. ❤︎ fluff /victor being a sweetheart
𑣲 headlock ─── v.wembanyama x f.reader
amaya’s notes: i can’t be the only one who notices how good his biceps look, right? or am i just crazy?🥴😵💫
You can’t stop staring at them.
It’s become an obsession, really. A dangerous, filthy, deplorable obsession. But you can’t help yourself.
Your eyes always find their way to his arms, those massive biceps concealed by his rich brown skin that seem to stretch across the entire universe. Your breath would get caught in your throat whenever you saw the muscles in them twitch. On the court, on dates, and at home—you’d find yourself irrevocably entranced with his arms. It's ridiculous the effect they have on you.
Totally ridiculous.
"I can feel you staring," Victor says, a slow, teasing smile tugging at his lips.
You freeze at being caught. You're on the sofa with a book you're supposed to be reading on your lap. It was a fantasy book, one of your favourite genres, but it did nothing to distract you from Victor. Particularly his arms in the sleeveless top he was wearing, his biceps almost glistening under the living room's overhead light.
"Hm? What do you mean? M’not staring," you lie in the most convincing tone you could muster.
Victor lets out a deep chuckle, the kind that shakes his chest, and you wish you could record it and replay it for the rest of your life. "You're a terrible liar."
"Or maybe you just don't know what you're talking about,” you joke.
His smile deepens, and you can see the crinkle forming near his eyes. "Oh, yeah. I'm sure that's it." His long body is stretched out on the plush sofa in a way that displays his entire length. You’re never not amazed at his height.
You don’t respond, too busy in your head to verbally string vowels and consonants together.
When he doesn't hear a chirpy response, he sets down his phone and glances at you, eyes inquisitive. "What is it?"
You run your fingers nervously along the book's edge, flattening any creases. "Victor, can I ask you something?"
He frowns at the change in your tone. "Of course, belle. What is it?" He tilts his head, immediately sitting up straighter. The thin fabric of his shirt rolls up at the action, exposing more of his upper body.
You clear your throat. "Would you mind, uhm…” Your gaze lowers to the floor. This is something you’d been meaning to ask for a while, but now that you’re here, you can’t seem to get the words out.
You hear Victor's confused hum. "Would I mind what?"
"W-would you mind..." You squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling exposed. "Putting me in a headlock?” Your voice gets increasingly lower with each word that slips out.
You feel the couch adjust to Victor’s weight as he scoots closer to you. His slender hand slowly moves to encouragingly stroke your knee. "Belle, you're going to have to speak up if you want me to hear you."
Your eyelids flutter open, and you’re met with his gaze. His soft brown eyes are filled with an overwhelming amount of patience and affection that a fluttering sensation blossoms in your stomach.
You lick your lips. “I want you to…put me in a headlock,” you reveal again, louder this time.
“Hm?” Victor asks, but you can hear his sharp intake of breath.
You glare at him. You know he heard you that time. There was no way he didn't hear you.
Your suspicion is confirmed when you see a smug grin take over his face. Your mouth opens and closes as you shake your head.
“I'm serious, Victor!"
He lets out one of those quiet laughs again, and you feel your frustration waning. You could never stay angry at him for too long.
"You really want me to put you in a headlock?" His voice rises in curiosity, eyebrows slightly raising.
You lightly nod, trying not to seem too eager. The thought of his arms around your neck had gotten you through many lonely nights. To actually have him do it, though? You feel like your body might just explode in anticipation.
He scans every inch of your face for any signs of doubt. He's not against the idea; he just wants to make sure it's something you really want. Sure, it’s a bit…unexpected, but he’d do anything for you. You could ask him to build you a spaceship, and he’d do it. In an instant. Without hesitation.
When he sees nothing but keen desire in your face, he nods his head. "Okay, I'll do it." His hand grips your thigh in assurance, which makes the muscles in his bicep protrude from under his skin. A part of you wonders if he did that on purpose.
You feel your heartbeat quicken as he starts moving closer to you, his body eventually straddling you from behind. The couch sinks a bit with the weight of you two, causing you to be pulled closer to his chest.
His shirt brushes against the nape of your neck as you feel his long arm come up above your collarbone before stopping.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?"
You let out an annoyed huff. "Yes, I'm sure. Hurry up, already,” you whine. You know you’re being a brat, but you don't care. Not when you're so close to living out your fantasy.
Victor's laugh rumbles down your spine. "Didn't know you were so needy,” he quips. His warm body is flush against yours as he continues from where he stopped. Seconds tick by excruciatingly slow before your head is finally embedded between his forearm and bicep. Warm muscles envelop your entire neck and parts of your chin. His hold on you isn't painful or rough, just firm enough to hold you still.
The pulse in your neck picks up at the quiet strength in his grip. The same arm that shoots and blocks balls out of the air is now wrapped around you. Arms that are so strong everywhere else become so gentle when they’re around you. Your body softens at the revelation.
You’re quiet as you bask in the moment. Your cheeks mash against the smooth, warm flesh of his arm, and it takes every inch of restraint in your body not to bite it.
Victor must've mistaken your silence for discomfort because his body pulls away from yours, his arm loosening. "You okay, baby?"
"I'm okay. Just.. don't stop," you mumble, feeling dizzy from reasons entirely unrelated to oxygen.
Victor lowers his body behind you again, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart. He shakes his head at your behavior with amusement and a hint of disapproval. He doesn't know what the big deal about his arms is or why you're so infatuated with them, but he keeps his hold around your head like you ask.
His legs come up off the floor to wrap around your body, and you let yourself melt into him, completely cocooned in his embrace.
summary — a few headcannons to accompany amara and kylian on their journey to becoming parents (or a guide that explains how kylian became the nr. 1 girl dad)
pairing — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)
warnings — nothing, just fluff (maybe in the beginning, a bit description of birth)
cia‘s quick rambles — so here’s the headcannons to kylian becoming a girl dad to anaïs (with a few added social media bonuses) + and since the world cup is taking place right now, i also added a bit how i would imagine kylian being with his daughter at the wc
❀ when amara found out she was pregnant, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbow — instead she was nervous as fuck
❀ there were many instances where she could have suspected it like the craving or her bra— endgame was however when she realized that her period was two weeks late
❀ it’s during a small break where she’s allowed to go home for a week that she’s finally ready to face reality
❀ she already knows that she’s pregnant but the test is the harsh confirmation that she had been avoiding for the past three weeks
❀ when amara shows kylian the test, he is over the moon and literally can’t wait to tell people
❀ however he instantly notices that there’s something wrong with amara and they have a sweet moment on the bathroom floor where he reassures her that everything will be fine
❀ kylian is immediately all in and even ready to stay at home and stop with football for a time however amara rejects that idea quickly
❀ he always wanted to be a dad and this is practically his dream becoming reality; amara literally has to threaten him to keep his mouth shut because he wants to tell everyone
❀ it’s at the start of her second trimester that she finally agrees to telling the world and kylian truly can’t stop himself from doing the famous ball under the shirt celebration after scoring
❀ in his mind, every goal that he’s scoring now is for their baby
❀ telling the world that baby mbappé is on the way literally broke the internet and twitter and instagram were soo overworked that they shut down (similar to the real madrid website when they announced kylian)
❀ everyone, even players she didn’t know, congratulated them for the news
❀ and when the baby starts kicking, kylian is already telling everybody that his child will be a football star just like him to everyone’s amusement
❀ liyah and grace organize a small baby shower to find out the gender
❀ to everyone else, kylian says that he just hopes for a healthy baby but deep down, he’s wants a girl
❀ he would be happy either way but there’s just something else for him about having a small little girl that will forever be daddy’s little girl, his little princess that he will spoil to death
❀ kylian is ready to shout it from the roof when liyah and grace cut the cake and it’s pink inside
“ma petite princess, papa t’aime tellement déjà. j’ai trop hâte de finalement te voir dans mes bras.” — my little princess, papa loves you so much already. i can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms.”
❀ the baby is clearly already a daddy’s girl and it becomes clear when she only kicks for him
❀ it gets to the point, where kylian literally has to ask his baby to kick for grandma or auntie gracie so the other can feel it too
❀ when amara reaches the third trimester, kylian goes into full protective mode, especially after the doctor told them that there was a slight risk of giving birth prematurely. and in no way would he allow any harm to his dear princess!
❀ so from then on, it was kylian who did everything. he was the one to cook and if he was at an away game, he would simply send his mother to take care of amara
❀ he simply forbade amara from lifting a finger and even paid his chauffeur extra to occasionally come check in on amara. she literally had the biggest laughing flash when she saw his chauffeur enter with two weeks worth of food
❀ but his initiative turns out to be very helpful because amara’s cravings become relentless in her third trimester
❀ she once called kylian’s chauffeur at two in the morning, heavily sobbing because she wanted tacos and kylian was at an away game
❀ giving birth was truly the hardest part for amara, kylian was still at a game and it’s his chauffeur that brings her to the hospital while ethan tells the coach so kylian can get substituted
❀ at the hospital, kylian’s heart hurts when he sees amara, all shaken up and sobbing because of the pain — he holds her hand, not caring if she might break it, and whispers encouragements to her when she feels like giving up
“t’es la femme la plus courageuse que je connais. et je vais pas te mentir, je ne sais pas dans quelle douleur tu es. mais je sais que tu es la seule à pouvoir le faire. bientôt on aura notre bébé dans le main. one last push and it’s over, okay?”
❀ he denies it now but he fully cried when he heard his daughter’s screams for the first time and when he does skin on skin for the first time
❀ the moment she reaches for his finger, he’s gone and he knows it. his baby girl has him completely wrapped around her finger
❀ when amara and kylian announce the arrival of their daughter, they break the internet again
❀ and anaïs not only has her father wrapped around her finger but all her uncles and aunts too which results in her probably becoming way too spoiled
❀ when charles and liyah visited anaïs for the first time, charles brought a huge custom teddy bear ( that was twice the size of anaïs ) and was wearing a red ferrari shirt with mbappé written on it
❀ that’s the moment it was practically decided, that uncle charles was her favorit — but of course only after her dad
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k.mbappe joyeux anniversaire, ma petite princesse. je n’arrive pas à croire que ça fait déjà un an que tu es avec nous. getting to be your dad is the greatest gift i’ve been blessed with and i’ll cherish the time that we get to spend together to infinity. i love you unconditionally.
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username omg i can’t believe she’s already one
⤷ username FR feels like yesterday when they announced it
⤷ username its so weird that anaïs is one already
username joyeux anniversaire anaïs
⤷ username most adorable baby ever
⤷ username even without seeing her face, i already know she’s the cutest
username she’s so big and so cute
graceywood my beautiful niece 🥹
⤷ liyah_clark she’s growing up so quick
⤷ amara.imani ik soon she won’t want my hugs anymore
⤷ k.mbappe she’ll never stop being my little girl
realmadrid feliz cumpleaños anaïs, we are already sending the gifts over
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username amara imani was doing gods work when she made kylian mbappe a girl dad
⤷ username truer words have never been spoken
equipedefrance félicitation de toute l'équipe de france a notre plus jeune membre
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username anaïs definitely won the genetic lottery
username FR i mean having THE amara imani as mum
username and kylian mbappe as dad. girl’s set for life
jkeey4 my favorite mbappe, i already bought her the newest barca jersey in all three colors
⤷ k.mbappe i assume aurelien currently has the braincell if you really think that MY daughter is gonna wear a barcelona jersey
⤷ k.mbappe if i find them, i’ll burn them
antogriezmann HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE MBAPPÉ
charles_leclerc joyeux anniversaire mon petit rayon de soleil
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username babe wake up, new girl dad kylian pictures dropped
⤷ username istg i love dad kylian
username amara imani really blessed us with content when she gave birth to anaïs
aurelientchm my goddaughter is already so big
⤷ jkeey4 goddaughter? who made you godfather?
⤷ marcusthuram 🤔 i thought it was me
⤷ ibrahimakonate we all know i’m her godfather, liverpool supremacy
⤷ antogriezmann they would never choose you over me
⤷ k.mbappe chill, it’s none of you guys
cynthia_e my favorite niece already getting so big 🫶🏾
⤷ k.mbappe she’s your only one
⤷ cynthia_e means you should get to work to make another adorable baby
username look at her small feet and little legs, she’s so adorable
username the matching hats— my heart’s combusting
⤷ username i swear any post of anaïs and kylian makes me feral
kehlani happy birthday little angel from auntie lani 🫶🏾
judebellingham happy birthday to the sweetest girl i’ve ever known
liyah_clark istg seeing her grow gives me the worst baby fever ever
⤷ amara.imani you know, anaïs would love a little cousin
⤷ k.mbappe and i think leo needs a sibling
username the matching hats are soo cute
⤷ username i think amara posted them once in her story
graceywood okay but the baby fever is actually hitting hard
⤷ amara.imani @trent get to work
⤷ trent 🫡
username i wanna know who made her hair in picture two, soo cute
⤷ k.mbappe me of course
⤷ amara.imani he’s a professional now
⤷ k.mbappe charging ten euros per braid
tchaga joyeux anniversaire anaïs
⤷k.mbappe she’s expecting you
⤷ tchaga btw when’s baby nr. 2 coming?
⤷ k.mbappe when i want to break my hand again
username look at anaïs already being a big girl
username can’t believe time passed so quick
⤷ username fr, i still remember when they broke the internet with their announcement and kylian’s celebration
username it’s so satisfying to see her grow up with these pictures
username i just know her birthday party is gonna be lit
⤷ username of course, have you seen her parents? and family around her? never are they gonna have sth small
achrafhakimi happy birthday ana, tell her her favorite uncle is coming over tomorrow
⤷ antogriezmann who declared you as her favorite uncle
⤷ ethanmbappé guys stop fighting, it’s clearly me
⤷ aurelientchm you’re all delusional if you think you’re her favorite, i see her all the time
⤷ landonorris you clearly have all lost the plot if you think i’m not her favorite
⤷ charles_leclerc it’s safe to say that i am her favorite, my name was her first word
⤷ charles_leclerc and she never cries when she’s with me
❀ once anaïs is born, it becomes clear to everyone around that kylian was born to be a girl dad
❀ he took a month off to stay at home (luckily it was only pre-season) and once he has to go back to training, the moment he comes home, he instantly heads for her crib
❀ nap time is definitely his favorite time and he follows it religiously. since he can’t spend so much time with her because of his job, he always makes sure to be there for anaïs’ nap time
❀ when anais becomes a bit older and her hair is starting to grow fully, kylian starts to learn how to do braids and cornrows so that in the future he can do her hair.
❀ he calls his mother in-law and every sunday she comes over to teach him. and since charles wants to be the favorite uncle — he already is — he also starts learning and it results in a little competition between charles and kylian
❀ another trait he gains is his overprotectiveness.
❀ the carpet is too rusty? instantly buys a new one. and the smallest cough has him panic and call the doctor instantly
❀ he’s ready to do anything to make sure his baby girl is the happiest in the world
❀ when anaïs is seven months old, she goes to her first race — which turns out to be none other than the monaco gp
❀ this fits perfectly since charles is anaïs’ favorite uncle ( + being her godfather)
❀ anaïs loves it when charles and liyah are babysitting. charles gives her the nickname sunshine because whenever she is with him, she’s the smiliest baby
❀ her first word was “char”. kylian was watching f1 with anais and all of the sudden, when they show charles on pole, she screams “char”
❀ and at first kylian was a bit annoyed but the moment anaïs looked up at him with her sweet brown eyes, he was just hella proud of his little girl.
❀ kylian being the ultimate girl dad also means that he is against any sort of boyfriend
❀ amara often scolds him because he’ll give anaïs “tips” what to say to boys when they get close.
“and when he wants to hold your hand, you slap it away. he’ll like that.”
❀ when she starts kindergarten, he makes her sign a shirt and contract, stating “no boyfriend till you’re 50”
❀ and dad kylian gets even more protective when amara goes on tour and kylian becomes mom and dad in one
❀ he takes a picture of anything she does
❀ she sat up for the first time? smile for the camera. holding a new plushy? he absolutely needs to get this.
❀ it leads to the point where he needs a whole separate laptop just to store all these pictures in there
❀ after anaïs is born kylian develops deep separation issues because he hates missing out on time with her (to the point he’ll drag it out till the last minute if he has to leave for a game)
❀ whenever kylian gets amara flowers, he always gets anaïs a small bouquet too
❀ and he always presses a small kiss onto her cheek before kissing amara
❀ when anaïs is finally able to hold a pen in her hand, she discovers her love for art
❀ at first it was a way to get her to stop grabbing everything and putting it into her mouth but once she sees how it makes color on paper, she’s instantly fascinated by it
❀ she’s amazed with how it can make things “change” color and can’t stop drawing with it, she’ll draw on any surface she can find because she loves the way white changes to another color
❀ when she’s old enough kylian turns a whole room into an art space for her where she can let her creativity run wild
❀ since kylian is very serious about privacy, he makes sure that there are no pictures with anaïs’ face while she’s still a baby
❀ it’s always hidden with an emoji or only her side and whenever paparazzi get ahold of anaïs’ face, they’re already expecting a phone call one hour later from his pr-managers, threatening them to delete the picture
❀ the world finally gets to see anaïs for the first time when it’s the last match of the season for real madrid and the players walk out with their children
❀ no one was expecting to see kylian walk out with anaïs. at first she's shy and hides her face in his neck but then she is smiling proudly and waving to everyone
❀ she loved it so much she literally cried when she had to go back to her mum and kylian had to compromise with her that she’ll get to play with him later
“ma petite princesse, ne pleur pas. i’m just going to play with uncle jude, and the others and then i’m going to play with you.”
❀ once anaïs gets older and starts going out, kylian is always the one to pick her up simply because he doesn’t want her to get ubers or taxis at 3 am
❀ however anaïs only stayed up for an hour after the party started to take a few pictures and then took her nap
❀ for all her other birthdays though she loves staying up late and kylian always has to negotiate with her to get her to sleep (she would never say no to her daddy’s arms)
❀ when anaïs is four, she’s obsessed with pets and desperately asks her parents to get her one however kylian isn’t really convinced
❀ cue her sad face and pout and he’s sold. amara is surprised to come home from a work trip and find anaïs playing with a small golden puppy
❀ and she doesn’t even have to ask to know why they suddenly have a new member to their family because she knows that kylian is practically unable to say no to her
❀ anaïs names the dog kyky because she hears her uncle char and her maman call her daddy kyky and she absolutely adores her dad (she’s a daddy’s girl to the core)
❀ so now there are kylian and kyky in the imani-mbappé household
❀ anaïs never stops being her daddy’s little princess and even when she becomes a big sister, that never changes (not like kylian would let her, he loves his family more than anything in the world)
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amara.imani pls stop growing my little dove
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username ANAÏS CONTENT
⤷ username amara imani has no idea how much she just made my day
⤷ username seeing that little girl makes me smile so much
k.mbappe ma petite princesse 🫶🏾
username her smile is so adorable
username the third picture, i’m crying 🥹
⤷ username she’s soo cute
liyah_clark MY NIECE IS ALREADY SO BIG
⤷ liyah_clark amara, make it stop
⤷ amara.imani believe me i’m trying
username if i ever have children, i hope they’re as cute as anaïs
username how old is anaïs now btw?
⤷ username she turned three last june
bellahadid my beautiful little angel
username swear anaïs is only three and she already has better style than me
⤷ jkeey4 she got it from me of course
⤷ ibrahimakonate and me
username the custom headphones for the f1 race are soo adorable
⤷ charles_leclerc i got them for her for the monaco gp
⤷ amara.imani and she loves her uncle charles for them
jkeey4 I STYLED HER IN THE FIRST AND SECOND PICTURE
⤷ jkeey4 where are my credits? kylian literally facetimed me when dressing her
⤷ amara.imani 🙄
⤷ amara.imani thank you jules
username amara imani becoming a mum is truly what i needed to heal
cynthia_e damn when did my niece grow this much?
⤷ cynthia_e mara you need to do something to stop her from growing pls
⤷ amara.imani believe me i tried but she’s as stubborn as her dad
username i need another vlog with anaïs and kylian content
⤷ username same, i rewatched the tea party vlog a thousand times
⤷ username at this point, amara should just create a page just for anaïs content
judebellingham anaïs is officially the coolest kid ever
⤷ amara.imani she thinks you’re the coolest too
⤷ amara.imani and thx for teaching her that celebration, now it’s all she does to annoy kylian
aurelientchm 🤍 👑
username no way is anaïs already two, somebody please say sike
vinijr you need to bring her to training again
⤷ k.mbappe i will, she enjoyed bossing you around
world cup edition
❀ anaïs is barely one year old when the world cup begins and kylian is practically bursting with joy to have her see him play
❀ whenever he is free he is facetiming amara to see anaïs (to the point they have to take his phone away during practice)
❀ she’s the first person kylian instantly looks for whenever he is on the pitch and whenever he scores it’s always dedicated to her
❀ after a game is over, kylian immediately heads for the family stands to take anaïs from amara so he can hold her
❀ anaïs is kylian’s number one fan even though she doesn’t always understand what’s going on and no matter how sleepy she is, she will fight her nap if it gets in the way of seeing kylian play
❀ after their first match, kylian takes anaïs to training since the players are visited by their families and anaïs is the star of the day
❀ and even though she clings to kylian, she is still the smiliest baby and loves the attention she gets from the others
❀ when kylian and anaïs are together, they’re inseparable to the point that kylian once had to take anaïs to post match interviews because she refused to go back to amara
❀ anaïs loves disturbing his interviews to the point she dictates which questions he answers (as expected from his daughter)
“no, no, no papa.“ — “you heard her guys, next question please.”
❀ and no one dares criticise him for spending too much time focused on his family because HE WILL take down anyone who dares even look at anaïs the wrong way (and that isn’t a threat but a promise)
❀ the one thing he’s especially looking forward to is making new memories with anaïs, particularly because the world cup isn’t just any tournament
❀ and he will deny it to anyone who asks but he shed a few tears when he first saw anaïs in her little baby france jersey with his number on the back and dada written on the back (it’s literally everything he ever wished for)
❀ the moment the first match started, kylian swore to himself that he would give his everything to win this world coup, not for him but for anaïs
Maybe it was because they happened when neither of you were trying. Just two people still caught somewhere between dreams and reality, reaching for each other on instinct alone. He always kissed you differently when he was sleepy. Slower. Softer. Like even half-asleep, his body knew where home was.
Sometimes it happened before sunrise, when the room was still painted blue with early morning light and the world outside hadn’t fully woken up yet. You’d stir beneath the blankets, feeling the warmth of him shift beside you before sleepy hands found your waist beneath one of his old t-shirts. Just to keep you close.
You’d barely have your eyes open when his nose brushed yours, as he pressed a lazy kiss to your mouth. It never lasted long, just a gentle press of lips that felt more like a habit than anything else, like he couldn’t start his day without making sure you were still there. And every single time, you’d smile into it.
Sleepy kisses were honest. No one performs when they’re half asleep. There’s no practiced charm, smooth words, no trying to look pretty or flirting. Just tangled blankets, messy hair, pillow creases pressed into skin, and affection in its simplest form.
Some mornings, he’d kiss the corner of your mouth and immediately fall back asleep. Other times, you’d be the one waking first, unable to resist leaning over to press a tiny kiss against his cheek or forehead. He’d hum quietly every time, eyes still closed, already chasing after you before you could pull away.
Like his body recognized yours before his mind had even caught up. “C’mere,” he’d mumble into the pillow, voice rough with sleep. And you always did.
Because there was something impossibly tender about being loved in those in-between moments. The kind of love that lived in drowsy smiles and warm sheets and kisses given so absentmindedly they had become second nature. The kind that said 'I’d find you even in my sleep.'
amaya’s note: anon, how did you already know I was working on one? lolll i saw your request and smiled bc baby… i already had one in the works! just gave me a little extra motivation :) hope u enjoy lovely. carter is the softest boyfriend ever <33
boyfriend!carter who was too nervous to ask you out in the beginning. whenever you two were in the same room, he’d sneak glances at you and get flustered whenever you’d catch him. it took about nine pep talks from his teammates for him to come up and talk to you, let alone ask you out.
boyfriend!carter who remembers the little things about you and makes it seem like it’s not a big deal. he’ll casually remember the name of your childhood pet that you brought up in a conversation months ago, and act like it’s nothing special.
boyfriend!carter who yaps a lot. i mean, he’d yap about any and everything. he sees a cute dog video online? you’ll be the first to hear about it. you love it when he goes on his little rambles. you could listen to him talk for hours, and sometimes, you actually do.
boyfriend!carter who takes things slow because you’re his first relationship. he’s so nervous, and he doesn’t want to drive you away or accidentally push your boundaries. he constantly asks you, “is this okay?” or “do you want to stop?”
boyfriend!carter who teaches you sign language. he was taught sign language growing up so he could communicate with his family. it’s important for him that he shares that with you. one day, when he introduces you to his family, carter sees you sign perfectly to them, and he explodes with pride.
boyfriend!carter who is the first to say i love you. he still remembers exactly how it happened and how fast his heart was beating. a part of him was scared that it’d break out of his ribcage. he swears he has never been happier than in that moment when you said it back to him.
boyfriend!carter who loves cuddling. he loves the feeling of your body against his. he doesn’t care who’s the little or big spoon—as long as you’re close to him, he’s happy.
boyfriend!carter whose dogs love you. every time you come over, they’re always so excited and jump on you. carter smiles and says something corny like, “my girlfriend is dog-approved.”
boyfriend!carter whose love language is acts of service. he always opens doors for you without you having to ask. car doors, hotel doors, restaurant doors—you name it. he knows you’re capable of opening your own door, but he just wants to make your life easier in all the mundane, ordinary little ways he can.
boyfriend!carter who randomly sends you memes and texts throughout the day just to check in and show you that he’s always thinking of you.
boyfriend!carter who loves holding hands. he loves the feeling of your hand interlaced with his. he doesn’t know why, but every time your hands are touching, it just feels right to him. he’d frequently come up with excuses to have your hand in his while walking in public.
boyfriend!carter who doesn’t post much on social media, but when he does, it’ll be a post of you captioned something cheesy, such as: “my world.”
boyfriend!carter who does the silliest things when you’re upset to cheer you up because he doesn’t like when you’re sad. you’ll be crying on the couch, and he’ll come over and do some stupid dance or sing a song way out of his vocal range just to make you smile.
boyfriend!carter who kisses any part of your body you’re insecure about. he’d tell you he wants to show love to parts of your body that don’t get it often. he just loves every part of you, really, and wants you to love yourself too. if he can help you do that, then he’ll kiss you as many times as it takes.
boyfriend!carter who talks to you to anyone who will listen. he can’t believe he’s your boyfriend and that you chose him, so whenever he can, he brings up your name in conversation and brags about you.
boyfriend!carter who loves to share playlists. you two each have a playlist for one another that you would both listen to on car rides. carter would listen to your playlist in the locker room before a game while he’s doing his pregame stretches.
boyfriend!carter who loves it when you’re in the gym with him while he practices basketball. you don’t even have to be watching him, and he would still be on cloud nine. he just loves spending time with you and knowing you’re there supporting him and his passion
Hi queen can you please write about comforting Vic after a loss?
𑣲 comforting victor wembanyama after a hard loss.
based on one of my bf victor headcanons listed here 😋
victor’s clothes are damp with sweat as his heartbeat shifts from fast to slow, like it’s still trying to figure out which rhythm to take on.
the locker room is empty except for him. no trainers checking on players. no coaches spouting affirmations and platitudes. nothing. just him and his thoughts that keep drifting back to that last play he made like a magnet.
it was dumb. they had a real chance to win, and he blew it.
he buries his head further into his hands, trying to smear the image of his teammates’ disappointed faces. the fans' faces.
suddenly, the room feels suffocating, like the walls are closing in on him. it’s all too much, and without thinking, he does the one thing he knows will comfort him.
he calls you.
he doesn’t have to look far through his phone to find your contact. you are always at the top. favorited.
one ring.
two rings.
he grips the phone harder.
please pick up.
“vic?” he exhales a breath of relief at your soft voice, the sound acting as water to the fire within him.
he closes his eyes and leans against the phone, pretending that you’re right there next to him.
“vic… are you there?”
“..i’m here,” he breaths out.
the faint ruffling of covers sounds through the phone.
“did i wake you?”
“no. i was having trouble sleeping anyway.”
he nods even though you can’t see him. he leans back in his chair, taking a deep breath.
“how was your day?” he asks.
he hears a click on your end, like you turned on a lamp.
“it was.. okay. pretty boring. i woke up, ate, worked out—oh, and i went to the bookstore.”
victor’s lips turn up. “oh really? what’d you get?”
“just that book series you were saying i should read. what’s it called again? nightmist—”
“mistborn,” he corrects, smiling to himself.
“yeah, that one.”
through the phone, he can hear you feel around for something on your nightstand.
“i got to say, the cover looks really good.”
he crosses his arms. “how many times have i told you that a book’s cover does not translate to how good it’ll be?”
a sigh. “way too many for me to count.”
he hums in agreement. “and you never listen.”
a laugh escapes your throat despite yourself. “i can’t help it, okay! i love pretty things.”
he smiles, and for a second, he allows himself to picture it: him, back at your place. your bodies tangled up together in bed as you talked about sweet nothings.
from afar, the scene looks cinematic, almost poetic. just two lovers across the country connected by a single cellular line.
there’s a pause on victor’s end as he remembers why he called you in the first place. he sighs and moves his phone against his other ear.
“..did you see it?” he asks, pained. the question he’s been dreading all night.
“yeah…” then, quieter. “yeah, i did.”
he inhales a deep breath as his eyes flutter close. “wha-what did you think?” he stutters, a part of him afraid of the answer.
“i think… that you played a good game,” you admit.
he shakes his head. “but, i lost us the game. d-did you see those last few plays? i blew it.”
“i did see them, but it was an honest mistake. you can’t beat yourself up over that.”
victor pulls his lips into a thin line. he doesn’t know how to say that he’s been beating himself up since before he even stepped foot on the court tonight. how the countless doubts from others, the comments like “you’re too young", “lights are too bright”, and so on, subtly got to him. he prides himself on being able to mentally isolate himself from negative opinions, but when he messes up a game like this, he starts to wonder if he’s in over his head.
“hey, did i lose you over there?”
victor’s head is hanging between his legs. “..no. i’m still here,” he says, voice sounding fragile.
“okay.”
he pulls his body up and looks around him in the locker room, eyes glossing over at the sight of his teammates' hung-up jerseys. “i let them down, baby…” he says quietly, like he still can’t believe it.
“vic.. you didn’t let anyone down. you helped to get the game tied. do you remember how you guys were down before?”
“yeah.”
“and you guys came back. had it within winnable distance in the last quarter. you helped make that possible, vic.”
he bites his lip, taking in your words. what you said should’ve relieved him, but instead it made his heart constrict because he was almost there. he almost won. but he didn’t because he made a fatal mistake when it mattered most.
what if he did it again next game?
victor runs his hand down his face. his voice comes out laced with sorrow and fear. “i don’t know if i can do this, baby…”
“you can,” you assert.
another pause. longer this time.
“i believe in you, vic. even when you don’t.”
victor’s shoulders relax at that, like your words allowed the doubt that had been growing inside him to loosen up a bit.
he looks to his left at the board hanging up on the locker room’s wall.
spurs’ travel schedule.
he swallows hard. “i’m flying to new york tomorrow, and…” his hold on his phone tightens. “i’d really make me feel better if you were there,” he lets out.
your response is quick. “of course, vic. i’ll be there.”
and for the first time tonight, he feels hopeful.
amaya’s note: i wrote this after game 2 💔. that off-the-back pass to castle and his face afterwards?? oh my hearttt. i hope i did your request justice and ty for asking! i love getting requests 🤗. i can't wait for game 3 tonight.
you kissing victor’s face repeatedly bc he’s just so cute
the jigsaw puzzle lay forgotten on the coffee table as you land a kiss on victor’s nose. then another one on his cheek.
then another.
“i. can’t. breathe.” victor manages to get out between kisses.
you shift your weight on his lap, kissing another spot on his face. “breathing is overrated.”
his hands rub soothing circles on your waist as you feel rather than hear him chuckle.
“…mon amour.”
you pull away from his face for a second. “hm?”
“why do you keep doing that?” he asks, and there’s no annoyance in his tone, just gentle curiosity.
you pause, as if pretending to consider it. “maybe i just think you’re pretty.” then, softer. “can’t hold myself back.”
he freezes, like his brain has lost its train of thought.
“you—” he starts, then stops. blinks. then tries again. “you think i’m.. pretty?”
you nod like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
his gaze drops from your face to how your body rests on top of his, and then back up to you, like he can’t believe you’re real.
“god, y/n…” he breathes out, tracing your jawline with his fingers. “you’re going to be the death of me.”
you tilt your head to the side, smiling. “oh, yeah? well, seems like you’re stuck with me, then.”
victor grins, and you feel your heart stop.
because that’s when you see them.
dimples.
you groan softly. “you seriously have no idea how perfect you are.”
victor’s smile doesn’t fall, but you notice how his eyes slightly narrow at your statement—like he doesn’t fully believe you.
a minute passes before you sigh and say, “looks like i’m just going to have to show you then.”
without warning, you close the distance between you two, connecting your lips.
and this time, victor doesn’t stop you.
amaya’s note: little something short and sweet! life’s been a bit busy lately, so i haven’t had much time to write something longer. literally was watching his postgame interview and saw that he has dimples? like?? 😭 lmk how u guys feel about thisss! i feel like this is so bad, but we roll.
Omg i knew you were black before you said it bc from what I’ve seen, black writers are the only ones who don’t write “cheeks flushed red” or “he sucked pink marks into your skin”. Mind you, y/n is supposed to represent EVERYBODY😭
yesss!! i try to steer away from being too descriptive of readers features, i will sometimes write those things bc i have darker skin and my face still turns red but im never writing anything about pink cheeks or anything of the sorts bc i dont have a specific look of the reader in mind unless specified!!
also sometimes ill write something about reader having their hair pulled bc i am into that lmfao, but i just imagine having a silk press or braids or smthn lol i cant help myself at times. & for the post part im not writing about anyone running fingers through hair bc ur not getting through this thick 4a hair sawry.
i def write for everyone!! but woc, esp darker skinned girlies are my top priority bc its so hard to find fics that are inclusive to everyone, which is a big reason i stared writing in the first place.
request ౨ৎ "do u do smau? please do one with Wemby where he and the reader get spotted by paparazzi and then they hard launch their relationship 😛" + "can we have wemby angst to fluff where famous!reader constantly gets compared to victors rumored flings and it causes them to have problems in their own relationship bc she doubts herself?"
content ⟢ fluff to angst in this one, heavy use of y/n! wemby is kinda a bad bf, social media heavy (instagram, twitter, imessage) fake ex/rumored flings, reader is described as “short” once but literally everyone is shorter than wemby
serenity says ໒꒱ this was sooo hard lmfao pls if you have any suggestions on how to improve on these lmk. also the “ex” mentioned in this smau is not real!! wemby could have a whole wife and i wouldn’t even know ngl… anyways, faceclaim is renée downer, apart of the girl group FLO 🤭 lmk if y'all want part 2!
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yourbestieeee i want more matcha it’s not even funny
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user1 all the baddies are in texas!!
user2 megan thee stallion liked the pic! i #needthat collab asap
user3 who does that arm belong to in the picnic pic 🤨
user4 OMG WAIT…
user9 and the flowers? oh she’s in lovee
user10 i just hope she’s careful, you can’t trust a man from texas
user5 she’s cheating on me 💔
user6 um she cheated on US
user7 everyone’s worried abt her man but do we not see she’s in the studio 😭?
user8 the queen is workinggg we’re so back 🙏🏾
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user23 we own okc 💪💪
user5 go spurs go!
user18 that baddie sitting courtside must've made wemby lock in 😂
user31 i've seen enough give wemby MVP and DPOY
user75 championship season incoming...
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yourbestieeee are you with him AGAIN??
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yourbestieeee let him know i want you back at ur hotel by 12 am SHARP 😒
yourusername yes ma'am!
wemby now post the score...
yourusername the score where i beat you by 50??
wemby no, the score where you made 5 points. in 5 minutes.
yourusername it's not my fault i'm not 7'5ft tall like you 💔
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deuxmoi DEUXMOI EXCLUSIVE… basketball star victor wembanyama and mystery woman caught sharing a kiss in front of an arcade 3 days ago in san antonio by paparazzi.
they left shortly after hand in hand.
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user28 wait didn’t y/n just post herself at an arcade?
user50 AND she was at the spurs game earlier!
user11 there is no way wemby bagged THE y/n i refuse to believe it
user6 idk who that “y/n” girl is but it’s obvious the woman is wemby’s ex
user13 these comments r so shocking, since when does wemby have an ex?
user90 i think they broke up after the draft.
user6 they were very private about their relationship! but i hope they’re back together though, they were perfect for each other 💕
user53 how do we even know if it’s wemby with how blurry this pic is 🤦🏾♀️
user32 maybe i’m wrong but is this not @randominfluencer?
user7 lowkey it looks like her??
user82 not her liking the post 💀
user21 she's prettier than y/n, ngl i ship it
user89 idk why you’re commenting on looks when you look like… that.
౨ৎ victor wembanyama's taglist ꒰ @doncicdoll ┊͙ @sapphicsonfilm ┊͙ @mariaaaalm ┊͙ @vicsstars ꒱ ‧₊˚
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hi pretty can you please write headcanons for dating Victor? (fluff and some angst)
𑣲 bf!victor wembanyama headcannons
bf!victor wembanyama who kisses you in the hallway after a game, lips lingering a bit too long. you both would giggle between kisses when one of his teammates tells you two to get a room.
bf!victor wembanyama who loves to share his favorite books with you. after he reads something he enjoyed, you’re always the first person he wants to talk to about it. it could be one o’clock at night, and he would be talking your ear off about the book’s plot. you’d lazily nod, trying to keep your eyelids open, but you’d eventually get too tired to pretend and fall asleep. victor would look at you and blush, realizing he rambled too much.
bf!victor wembanyama who hates saying goodbye when he has to travel for an away game. the night before, he would stay in your arms a little bit longer. when you’d tell him he has to go to bed or he’ll be late to his flight in the morning, he would just nuzzle deeper into your chest and murmur, “five more minutes.”
bf!victor wembanyama who takes your book recommendations very seriously. he would read your recommended books in the locker room before a game, saying it makes him feel closer to you when he’s away.
bf!victor wembanyama who has everything mega-sized. you quickly realize that dating victor means seeing normal-sized items in enormous size. like, shoes? you never knew shoes could be so big before victor. one day, when you guys were getting ready to head out, you watched victor slide his feet into a pair of his shoes, and you jokingly said, “vic, your shoes can literally house a family of three.”
bf!victor wembanyama who makes it his mission to teach you how to play sports. victor has always been athletically inclined. basketball, football, soccer—he was always trying to expand his athletic range and test the limits of what he’s capable of. naturally, being his girlfriend, he ropes you into that goal. if you’d say no, he’d look at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes and beg you to change your mind. to which, you do because who could resist those eyes?
bf!victor wembanyama who calls you after losing a big game. your heart would break hearing his pained voice as he’d blame himself and say that he let his team down.
bf!victor wembanyama who loves to teach you his native language. he would leave french sticky notes on the refrigerator with a new word every day. he’d smile brightly when you’d recite the words to him at the end of the week and reward you with a kiss. “you’ll be fluent in no time,” he’d encourage.
bf!victor wembanyama who loves to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you. whether you’re in the kitchen cooking, reading a book, or in an elevator, his arms will be fastened around your waist. he claims that you fit perfectly in his arms.
bf!victor wembanyama who wants to show you the world. you want to go to Italy? say no more. he’d book a plane ticket faster than you could blink. done. first class. he’d say, “there’s no better way I can imagine spending my money.”
bf!victor wembanyama who takes pictures and records everything whenever you guys travel together. you’d find the focus he puts into recording the scenery adorable. the tiny phone in his colossal hand never failed to make you laugh.
bf!victor wembanyama who loves to celebrate his accomplishments with you. after winning a game or finishing a long novel, he always felt better knowing you were there with him.
bf!victor wembanyama who sometimes misses your birthday and holidays because of away games. he’d feel terrible and always make it up to you when he could by taking you out to dinner or surprising you with a handmade gift.
bf!victor wembanyama who always shows you he's paying attention to you, especially in crowded areas. with his height, voices can get droned out, so he’d lean his body down to hear you better. sometimes, his arm would hover over your waist and you’d get tongue-tied at how close he is. no matter how long you two have been dating, you’d always get flustered when he was close to you.
Amaya's note: I tried to include some angst, but there's not much in here </3. I hope I did your request justice!
can you write a fluff about jobe bellingham? i was thinking about him coming home to f!reader after a not so good practice session
BAD TRAINING;
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jobe bellingham x f!reader.
dating.
note: thanks for ur req!!
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: he has a bad training session and you console him.
usually, even when he’s tired, he’ll come in talking immediately, about teammates or pulling you into a hug just because.
but tonight he shuts the front door harder than intended before tossing his bag onto the floor.
you glance up from the couch carefully.
“bad day?”
“mhm.”
that’s all you get. you watch him drag both hands over his face before disappearing into the kitchen silently.
you get up a few seconds later and find him standing in front of the fridge just staring into it blankly.
“you okay?”
“yeah.”
“what happened?” you walk closer slowly.
jobe sighs heavily before leaning back against the counter.
“nothing,” he mutters. “just shit training.”
you raise an eyebrow.
shit training from jobe usually means that he played badly, someone annoyed him or he’s overthinking everything
probably all three tonight.
“coach got onto me all session,” he says finally. “couldn’t do anything right.”
your expression softens immediately.
“aw.”
“don’t aw me.”
“too late.”
he rolls his eyes slightly, but the tension eases just a little.
you step between his legs where he’s leaning against the counter now, hands resting lightly on his waist.
“one bad session doesn’t make you terrible.”
“felt terrible.”
“yeah well,” you mumble, “you’re always dramatic after training.”
that gets the tiniest smile out of him, barely there but still.
you reach up and smooth your fingers through the curls near the back of his neck softly.
his eyes close almost instantly.
“tired?” you ask quietly.
he nods once and without even speaking, his arms slide around your waist and pull you fully against him.
very clingy, which means he definitely had a rough day.
you smile softly against his chest.
“you wanna talk about it more?”
he shakes his head again, cheek resting against the top of your head now.
“just wanna stay here.”
underneath all the frustration and moodiness, jobe always gets softer with you when he’s upset.
needier too, he just hides it badly.
you rub slow circles against his back while standing there together in the kitchen silence.
“felt like i couldn’t do anything right today.”
“you know that’s not true.”
“still annoying.”
“you’re allowed bad days, baby.”
his eyes stay on yours for a few seconds before his expression softens completely. you lift a hand and gently squish his cheek.
“my grumpy boy.”
“don’t call me that.”
“but you are grumpy.”
“because training was shit.”
“see? grumpy.”
he rolls his eyes again, but this time there’s no frustration behind it anymore.
suddenly he bends down slightly, burying his face into your neck while holding you tighter.
you smile instantly, fingers brushing through the hair at the back of his head.
“aw,” you whisper teasingly. “someone needs cuddles.”
“shut up.”
“that’s a yes.”
he mumbles something against your skin that sounds like maybe.
“come on then.”
you take his hand, leading him back toward the couch and less than ten minutes later, jobe is stretched out half on top of you under a blanket, face tucked against your chest while you play with his curls.
completely different from the irritated boy who walked through the door earlier.
his eyes drift shut slowly as your fingers scratch lightly against his scalp.
Bishop remembered the first time you came in. And it’s because he wasn’t there.
A week before you started to work in Silver Slippers, Bishop had gotten the flu. A little bit embarrassing for a independent man in his 30s to be asked to stay home because of his sickness. It drove Bishop insane, as a henchman it was his job to be there for Alamo 24/7 in all his lines of work, especially for the type of work line Alamo was in.
On his fourth day of sickness, G and Kidd were kind enough to drop a visit and catch him up on what was going down in the club. “Same old shit, hoes be dancing, making money.” The three men were sitting in the balcony, both G and Kidd smoking blunts while Bishop cleaned some old guns he had. Cleaning, it was the only thing he had been doing these past days.
“Oh, Alamo hired a new dancer, she bad as fuck, I got hard just looking at her when she came to the party last night.” Kidd said, that gaining Bishop’s attention. A new dancer and Bishop didn’t get to do a background check on, how would they know you weren’t danger? “What’s her name?” Bishop asked, his voice deeper than usual because he was congested. “They call her Lola Bunny. I think she from the Valley.” G replied, you were very new, not exactly an open book, everyone was still getting to know you. "What she look like?" Bishop always did this, he had to, if not he wouldn't exactly be at peace, he knew everything about everyone, and the fact that you had already started working at the club, he felt like he was 20 steps behind.
G desribed you completely, the color of your skin, your hair and eyes, he talked about the dances you had started to do and how you were doing good to be a rookie. "She's a good girl, B. I doubt she will be any danger." "Yeah, you'll like her, she's pretty chill." Kidd added.
After his week and a half of illness, Bishop came back to being Alamo’s right hand man. Entering the club mildly packed, he made his way to Alamo’s usual booth, being greeted happily by both Alamo and Big Eddy. “I bet you liked that vacation of yours, the doctor give you orders?” Alamo joked while having his supper, steak and potatoes. “Just taking medication at night,” Bishop answered looking through the club, looking for you, based off your description. “Told me to make sure to not be close sick people.” He said looking towards Alamo, a little jab towards the type of person he was.
Alamos laughed, stabbing his knife down the table, “You were missed, you were needed.” “You hired a new girl?” Bishop quickly asked, not trying to make short talk. “Lola Bunny, putting her to dance at 9:30.” “Where you find her?” Bishop looked to the door that led to the makeup room and Big Eddy’s office, hoping to maybe take a glance at you. “She worked down this place near Beverly Hills, ratchet and ugly place, but she’s meant to be here. Perfect body, a dancer by heart. Want her to replace Sweet.” Bishop looked back at Alamo, shocked on the inside with this new information. “And she knows this?” Alamo looked at him, a little too serious, almost as if he was upset that Bishop wasn’t on board to the plan. “It’s either that or private rooms— she don’t got a choice.”
Right on cue, Tish walked out, you following behind. Bishop saw your heels first, clear pleaser heels that had a dash of a white. On your left thigh, a white garter that had a blue aqua heart in the center. To match the blue aquas color, you were wearing a cheeky thong that had a small white bow in the middle. Your bra was of course, also matching your bottoms and the garter, fringe on the lower part that covered your abdomen. Your body was covered in glitter, matching the makeup you had, and some white gold hoops you were putting on as you were walking. And Bishop? Bishop for the first time felt mesmerized by one of the multiple dancers he had seen in his life.
“Where you two going?” Big Eddy asked out of the blue, making both you and Tish stop on your tracks. “We’re gonna go warm up.” Tish grabbed the corner of the left curtain from the booth, looking over at Bishop. “Long time no see, Bishop.” Tish said with a little flirtatious smile. It took everything to inside of Bishop to not roll his eyes. “Likewise.” He replied, shifting his eyes to you. You looked even more beautiful closer. Your hands behind your back, looking between the club and the booth. “Bishop, this Lola Bunny. Lola, show your manners and greet Bishop, my henchman.” Alamo spoke with that demand in his voice he always carried, always treating you and the girls like his dolls.
“Pleasure, Bishop.” You replied instantly, giving him a quick wave. Bishop looked at you, up and down, trailing his dark brown eyes to the visual camel toe on your panties, then going up to the cleavage your bra gave you, to then find your decorated eyes, looking directly at him with a doe look in them. Simply beautiful, he thought to himself. “Same here.”
That was the first time you and Bishop met. Three months later and Bishop had kept his eye for you. He wanted to tell himself that it was because you were new, because you were coming from a different place and all. He did a background check on you even though Alamo didn’t ask him. Surprisingly, he didn’t find much, only the high school you had graduated from, and some of the part time jobs you had before starting as a dancer. He knew where you lived because it was this apartment complex, also owned by Alamo, where most of the dancers also lived in the same apartment complex. It’s why he offered to give you a ride, nothing less.
“Thank you again, Bishop.” You and Bishop found a diner open 24 hours. Having pancakes and sweet potatoes was the only thing you were craving at the moment. Undecided if you wanted a tall glass of water or a frozen cookies and cream milkshake, Bishop told you to get both. He only had a cup of black coffee with very little sugar, asked the waiter to hand him the newspaper of yesterday. “I just do my job. Especially when Big Eddy doesn’t do it the right way.” You smiled at what he said, not because you were in agreement, but because you didn’t really see it in the way he saw it when describing Eddy’s work method.
“Yeah…but, it’s not that he doesn’t pay attention to us.” You spoke low, it wasn’t your plan to defend Eddy but it’s not like he was a bad boss, at least not to you. Bishop slowly looked up, “How come he’s not here?” He asked. “Well today was—” “And why didn’t he tell Alamo to not make you dance with a python?” He interrupted, making you bothered. “Alamo is his boss, what he says goes.” “Could’ve stopped him.” Well now you’re getting upset, what was his point? It’s not like Bishop has been there for you all the time.
“It’s not like you didn’t do shit either.” You replied with a harsh tone, begging to yourself to get a reaction out of him or just for him to simply shut up. “You’re a big girl.” You raised both your arms, “Oh, so now it’s my fault? What even is your point? You’re upset Alamo made me dance with Kramer. And now you’re upset that Big Eddy didn’t interfere but it doesn’t even fucking matter because I’m a big girl?”
“Lower your voice.” “Bishop, there’s no one here.” And you were right. You guys were the only ones inside the diner, sitting by a window far from the waitresses and the kitchen. Bishop looked around, to see your point about the empty diner, looking down at the newspaper he spoke again. “Lola, I’ve worked with Alamo for quite some time. I’ve seen him do stuff that are not legal, I’ve seen him be vile, I’ve seen him kill.” You knew Alamo was a dangerous man, it’s a side of him you hadn’t seen with your own eyes, hearing Bishop talk about him this way felt wrong, like being a kid and covering your ears to not hear the scary part of a story.
“He made up that stupid story of the snake just to give you a reason to dance with it. Sweet left because of a botched boob job. He made you do it because he won’t put you in the private rooms.” He continued while he calmly wrapped the newspaper. You rolled your eyes, “Well I never asked him to not not put me in the private rooms.” “I know.” You were going insane with his responses, you could almost feel fume coming out your ears. “Yeah? You know everything and everyone and what we do at the club?” He was taking his last sip of his coffee when you continued your interrogation.
“I told him to not put you in the private rooms.”
Your heart dropped. A blank stare towards Bishop was all you could do. It all started to click. Bishop was protecting you from doing the private dances since most of them led to well, prostitution. He didn’t want you to be a prostitute. But he also wanted to see you be independent of your choices, it’s why he didn’t overstep onto the request of you dancing. “You’re the youngest of the dancers that we have. I thought, she hasn’t fallen deep enough for how awful this job can get, I’ll just tell Alamo that I think she’ll be better for the main performances than for privates.” He looked up to meet your expression, a blank stare but still shocked with the information you were receiving. Bishop didn’t want to tell you now, but he knew that you would end up doing privates, he still doesn’t have the courage to tell you.
“Do you want to do privates?” He asked. You on the other hand were speechless. You were beginning to understand what were Bishop’s true intentions with the club, and with you. You just shook your head, you didn’t want to argue anymore. Bishop let out a deep sigh, reaching for his wallet, he placed a 100 dollar bill. Standing up and reaching for your hand, he quietly guided you out of the diner.
In the parking of the apartment complex, Bishop hadn’t turned off his engine. You had gone upstairs to get him a bottle of water, once you came back he told you to get back in the car. “I’ll tell you this once and never again, and you decide what to do with this.” He talked, looking at you, the only thing you could hear was the engine of the car. “You ever feel like you are in true danger, you don’t ever tell Alamo or Big Eddy. Not even the other girls; you come to me, Lola. I promise you, I’m not an enemy, and I will offer you help you as long as you don’t turn your back against Alamo or anyone else. This job is not a walk in the park, if you fuck shit up, you’re done for.” It felt like The Godfather, truthfully, like if you were entering a family you couldn’t betray, Bishop was going to be an acquaint for you as long as you didn’t do anything.
“Oh my God we’re like the Godfather.” “We’re not. I’m just setting you a boundary to keep in mind.”
You nodded, a little bit defeated. “Are we like friends then?” You asked only to receive the worst look Bishop has ever given you. “Ok..retracted.” You mumbled as you opened the door, “Night B, or well— morning it is soon to be 5am.” “Sleep well, Bunny.” Before Bishop drove off and you left his car, you leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek, sprinting away as if you and him were playing tag. Making your way inside, you could feel eyes on you, and it made you feel good, it made you feel wanted.
sits court side at every game. goes viral just for being pretty. high maintenance asf. known as “princess of the castle”. super spoiled. video vixen. your fav rapper definitely knows who she is. has her own makeup line. has the girliest instagram feed. looks intimidating but she’s sweet.
you knew it was probably wrong, you shouldn’t have followed him into the silver slipper bathroom. the club was packed, alamo already had a stick up his ass and bishop was kind of like your boss but god; he felt so good inside of you. balls deep, hands grabbing your hips as you watched in the reflection of the mirror in front of you.
it had started off as glances here and there, you would look up from behind the bar and catch him staring at you, then you’d try and make some conversation with him; his voice monotone but he holds the conversation. then while handing him a drink you made him your hands touch, and linger for a second too long.
even though it was 3am and last call was an hour ago, drinks kept pouring, music blasting as the girls danced on stage; money flying. it was the friday nights like these at the club you could make half your rent in one night making drinks. it should’ve been over and patrons should’ve gone home along time ago but everyone was having too much fun to notice and alamo was making too much money to care.
“don’t make it obvious but, your stalkers looking.” your co worker giggled, as she cracked open a few beers. “he’s not my stalker-here you go.” you smile and hand the older man his jack and coke, thanking him as he threw a 10 in your tip jar. as he leaves you can get a good look at bishop; sitting at the round table with his colleagues, his button up freshly steamed it seems and a tie with a nice pattern sitting nicely on his chest.
he is looking at you and you take a second to look back, offering a small smile and he nods to you.
“whatever you say honey.” she chuckles. you two work in rhythm for a bit longer and you occasionally glance to bishop. on your last glance he gets up, maintaining eye contact so hard you’re sure he’s gonna come over and talk to you but inside he heads towards the bathrooms, eyes locked with yours the whole time; he stops at the family style bathroom, nodding at you before opening the door and slipping in.
“hey, I’ll be right back. I think I ate something bad.” you tell your co worker; grabbing your tip jar and tucking it under the bar, unsure how long you’ll be gone or if it even meant anything at all. without waiting for a response you set off, butterflies erupting in your tummy, heart pounding. as you approach the door you see its green, unlocked.
surely he wouldn’t leave it unlocked if he hadn’t wanted you to come in, but still you knock softly just in case. the door opens, bishop standing inside; he steps back, allowing space for you to come inside. you feel a lot of things at once, fear that alamo will be mad you abandoned the bar, nervous about what’s possibly happening with bishop but a bit excited for what could come. what you don’t expect is the awkwardness you feel as he turns to face you, he doesn’t saying anything he just looks at you for a minute.
he takes a few steps towards you, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come in or not.” you’re quick to confess, nervous under his gaze. he tangles his hands in your curly hair from the root by the back of your neck. “i don’t think you know how bad I want you.” his turn to confess as he pulls your bodies closer; he smells so good like expensive cologne. you stare up at him as he towers over you, and you close your eyes as his leans down. you stand on your tippy toes to try and meet him halfway.
it’s soft kisses at first, a few pecks but it steadily turns into tongue kissing, lip sucking as his other hand reaches down to grab a handful of your ass and your arms wrap around his neck. your tongues are sticking out of your mouths, swirling around each others before you close our mouths around each other; almost like your trying to swallow each other whole. you latch onto his bottom lip, biting it and pulling it towards you before letting go.
you stare into his eyes for a second, feeling his dick hardening against your tummy through this pants. you allow one of your hands to slide down his chest before grabbing his dick. his face still looks the same as always and his voice still monotone as he tells you, “get on your knees.” but something about him as you dripping in your panties.
you fall to your knees in front of him and he looks down at you while unbuckling his belt; he doesn’t take it off and he pulls his pants and boxers down to his knees.
you can’t help but gasp as you look up at him; it’s intimidatingly big, so heavy even though he’s fully hard it’s weighing itself down; so long even though he’s a foot away it’s practically in your face.
“can you handle it?” he asks making a mischievous smile appear on your face snapping you back. you grab him by the tip, holding the weight of it up as you lick from his balls, to the base, all the way to the tippy top before popping the tip between your plump lips. the sounds are vulgar as you take more of him into your mouth, using your two hands to help jerk off what you can’t find in your mouth. “just like that.” he breaths, his voice almost has a pitch to it, encouraging you to keep going. you try and take more of him down your throat, gagging as drool begins to from on your lip. he grabs your head, holding you still as he softly thrusts the inches of him that you’ve already proven you can take down your throat. drool drips down your chin as he fucks your mouth; pulling pack and letting go when you gag a bit too loud. still, you don’t let it discourage you as you wrap your hands back around and keep sucking. he lets out a quiet groan accompanied with a fuck as he steps back, pulling his dick away from you.
“what’s wrong? is it not good?” you pout, wiping your lips with your wrist. “I don’t want to nut yet.” he simply states before helping you off your knees. you gasp as he picks you up and places you on the sink, feeling his wet dick on your inner thigh. he leans forward, kissing you as he reaches under your black mini skirt, pulling your panties off; placing them on the faucet behind you.
“I bet you taste like candy.” he says before leaning down, scooting your butt towards the end of the sink as you lean back against the mirror. your legs spreads as he head falls between them, you feel and hear him take a deep inhale; smelling your wet pussy before humming in approval. he kisses your wet inner thighs, before kissing all around your pussy then finally, licking a stripe up your slit. you moan as his tongue dances on your clit, hands gripping the sink for stability. your cry out as he latches onto your clit, sucking it like a lollipop. “fuck, bishop baby you’re making me feel so fucking good.” you cry as your thighs close around his head; caging him in, “don’t stop baby you’re gonna make me cum.” you can see his arm moving up and down, to jerk himself off and his face is concentrated as he tongue fucks you. “oh my god.” you cry as you cum all over his face, orgasming harder than you’re sure you ever have before, legs shaking and sore.
you feel tired for a moment, almost wanting to tap out as he licks you clean but when he stands up and you see his beard covered in you, his dick harder than before it wakes something up in you. grabbing him by his tie you pull him in close, kissing him, tonguing each other as you taste yourselves on one another. you guys pull apart when you both feel his dick twitch against you, you look up into his eyes and maintain eye contact as you grab his cock, pulling it towards your warm, wet pussy that’s begging for him. you both break eye contact and gasp as the tip slips in, both looking down at where you two now connect. he slowly slips it in, inch by inch; making you feel the whole thing.
his head tucks into your neck as you two hold each other for a second, letting you get used to him. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” he whispers, biting your ear lobe before slowly staring to thrust into you. “shit baby.” you whine, feeling him deep in you. his thrust gradually speed up before he’s marking his words, pounding into so hard you’re sure you’ll break the sink, you moans and cries drowned out by the music and his soft grunts drowned out by you. “you’re so big, baby, fuck, harder.” you cry lifting up your shirt above your chest and pulling your bra down enough to let your tits out, which bishop immediately latches onto, sucking your tits and fucking you like his life depended on it. you throw your head back, hitting it against the mirror as you spread your legs more to give him more room; desperate for every inch he has to offer.
your hands grip his hair as you watch him lick your right nipple before moving to the left one, sucking it into his mouth. you cry and beg as he detaches from your nipple and slowly pulls out, “please baby.” you cry; attempting to reach from his wet dick to stuff it back inside of your before he grabs your hips, “c’mere.” he pulls you off the sink, roughly turning you around and bending you over. he uses his knee to push your legs apart before smacking your ass, watching it jiggle as your skirt bunches around your waist. he spreads your ass cheeks apart, effectively giving him the perfect view of everything, fat ass on display, pretty untouched asshole, wet dripping pussy. you look at his face in the mirror; he’s so focused on your pussy and ass he doesn’t even notice you looking at him.
you gasp as you watch him spit, feeling it land on your asshole and dripping all the way down to your needy hole. you reach under you, trying to grab him to put inside you but in return you get bishop grabbing both of you wrist and holding them behind your back. “you gotta behave.” is all he says, before grabbing himself and sliding inside of you. your eyes roll back at this new angle, you can feel him even deeper than before. his hand that’s not restraining you grabbing your hip for support as he pounds into you.
“are you gonna be good if I let your hands go?” he teases, looking at your puffy face in the mirror. “yes, baby I promise I’ll be good.” you moan. he lets go and you immediately grab onto the sides of the sink; needing extra support. both of his hands are now on your hips using them to help bounce you on him. “pussy so tight.” he grunts, sweat beading at his forehead. “c’mere, lemme see.” he places one hand in your hair and the other on your neck, pulling you up so your backs on his chest. you moan as he softly chokes you, shaking your head a bit as he pulls your hair before letting go of it, you watch in the mirror as he licks his finger, bringing it down to your left nipple, rubbing circles on it.
“play with yourself.” he demands, his hand holding your throat a bit tighter, still fondling your your tits. you lick two of your fingers before reaching between your legs, playing with you pussy for him, your other hand reaching and grabbing the back of his head, and turning your head, touching your foreheads together. you peck his lips before getting one in return; your sweet, soft kisses not matching the raunchy acts you guys are doing in your works bathroom.
“I’m gonna cum, baby.” you warn, as he pinches your nipple. “i am too, baby.” although you had been calling him baby all night, hearing it from his mouth sounded surreal. you feel it in the pit of you belly, “don’t stop, oh my god, I’m gonna cum again.” you throw your head back and let go. a loud moan erupting from your chest as wetness drips down your legs. “I’m gonna bust.” he groans, helping you ride out your high. you both moan, staring into each others eyes as you feel it his hot sticky honey filling you up, threatening to spill down your leg before he can even pull out. you both stand there for a minute, the only movement is him softly rubbing your nipple.
“that was the best ever.” you sigh; not wanting him out of you ever again. “we can do it again, whenever you’d like.” he offers, trying to slid out of you but your hips follow his dick that’s softening inside of you. “gotta let me out, sweetheart. you gotta finish closing.” he says, snapping you back to reality. shit, how long had you been gone for.
reluctantly you let him slide out, even though you’re empty you can still feel him inside you. you turn to face him as he’s pulling his pants up, you reach up, and he swears he’s never seen you more beautiful before as he looks at you. swollen lips, tired eyes, red cheeks, messy curls everywhere as you lean up to kiss him. his hands come down, rubbing and squeezing your bare ass, “wanna spend the night at my house?” he offers, making you smile and nod, putting your face in his neck; inhaling his scent like a dog who missed their owner. he pulls your bra up and shirt down before backing away from you for a second to grab some toilet paper, cleaning the cum that had dripped down your leg, and wiping your pussy off, making you whine due to being so sensitive.
“I’ll find you after closing and you can ride with me.” he plans, giving your ass a final pat before pulling your skirt down. “do you think anyone noticed we were gone?” you play with your hair in an attempt to fix it. “yes but they won’t care.” he simply states, “alamo won’t be mad I was gone for so long?” you worry, he had already chewed you out for being late last weekend. “don’t worry about him, okay?” he leans down; pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
when you both emerge from the bathroom, it was apparent the party was dying, about 15 patrons remained and two girls were left on the stage. you locked eyes with alamo and the other men at his table for a second smug looks on all their faces.
“pay them no mind, I’ll see you after your shift.” bishop reassures, nodding for you to go to the bar.
you both go your separate ways and you’re greeted with another annoyingly smug face; your co worker. “have fun?” she giggles. “whatever.” you shake your head, trying to hide your smile.
“was it big?” she whispers, “girl, do you work.” you laugh, looking up to see bishop already eyeing you again as the men around his table laugh about you can only guess what.
Summary: Wemby teaches you how to shoot a basketball.
Warnings: None except for my chopped writing, LOL.
Author's note: Ask and you shall receive. Again, thank you all for showing my first fic so much love <3. I feel so honored. Game 1 was AMAZING! I was so stressed at first because what do you mean we went into OT twice? Wemby hitting that deep three made my night. Game 2 today and it is my birthday?! I couldn’t imagine a better gift. Let me know if you would like a pt.2!
The sun’s warm rays heat up the basketball court as trees nearby dance in the chill summer breeze. The loud thud of the Spalding basketball hitting the pavement slices through the quiet morning air.
A few nights ago, you had jokingly asked Victor to teach you how to shoot a basketball. You both were on his couch at his place watching a recap of his previous game, and a particular shot of his caught your attention.
Your eyes widened, and you turned to face Victor. “Vic, how did you get so good at shooting?”
Victor tore his gaze away from the TV, shifting his weight on the couch to look at you. “I practiced every day. It took time and discipline, but I got there.”
A moment passed.
“Can you teach me?”
Those four words are why you find yourself standing on top of the white-coated foul line at eight a.m. on a Saturday. Victor slowly comes up behind you, his height shielding you from the sun. You bite the inside of your cheek at the feel of his body pressed up against you.
“The key to scoring here is to not use too much force. If you use too much, the ball is going to hit the rim.” You nod, trying to ignore the heat of his breath caressing your neck.
“Bring the ball close to your core. Bend your knees, then lift your body and arms up. Now shoot.” Victor’s hand clouds yours over the ball as he guides you through each of his instructions. His hands make the ball feel smaller. As he guides your arms up, his chest presses deeper into your back.
“You got it?”
You swallow. “Yeah.”
Victor leans his head down from behind you, his soft curls tickling your temple, and places a kiss against your cheek. “Now try it for me.”
He backs up to give you some space. The warmth of his lips lingers on your cheek, making your chest rise and fall faster than normal. You stare blankly at the basketball goal in front of you. It was just a kiss on the cheek, but your head is spinning so fast you can barely remember why you're even out here.
The sound of Victor’s voice shakes you from your stupor. “You ready?”
“Mhm,” you barely manage to say, shifting your focus to the weight of the ball and how the ridges feel in your palm.
You dribble once. Twice. Then repeat what you could remember from Victor’s previous instructions.
You lower your knees, raise the ball up, and release it with a flick of your wrists. The ball slices through the air and lands with a harsh thud on the rim.
The sound scares away nearby birds. You wince.
Victor catches the rebound and walks over to you.
“Nice try, mon chéri. I have missed countless shots. It's a part of the learning process. Do you want to try again?" Victor asks, looking down at you with warm, reassuring eyes.
You nod.
Victor smiles, handing you the ball. "Okay. Make sure to put your knees into it.”
“I am putting my knees into it,” you bite back, dribbling the ball once, then getting into proper shooting form.
“Good. Now raise your arms and shoot. Flick your wrist when letting go—and jump if you need to.”
Taking in all of the information, you let the ball fly from your hands, jumping a bit to help with acceleration. The ball soars through the sky like a rainbow’s arch. Your heart skips a beat in anticipation.
The ball meets the net with a clean swish.
You hear Victor let out a loud cheer beside you. You take a step back, letting out a breath of disbelief. “D-did you see that?! I did it!”
You turn to Victor, who has a wide smile stretched across his face, displaying his dimples.
“Yeah, I did! See, I knew you could do it. Next time, I’ll teach you how to shoot from behind the three-point line.” Your eyebrows shot up.
Victor chuckled at the face you made. “I’m kidding—maybe…”
“Maybe?!”
Victor grins. He walks closer to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You look up at him, warmth forming inside you at the softness in his gaze. “I’m proud of you.”
Your lips turn up. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me?” You hold your chin up, signaling for a kiss. Victor shakes his head, letting out a soft laugh. You hear him mutter something under his breath before he plants his lips on yours, closing the distance between you two.
Your hands find the back of his head, playing with the short curly strands. His lips are soft against yours as he kisses you slowly, letting his hands trail down the curve of your body. You lean into his touch, feeling a fire ignite beneath your skin.
Wemby tilts his head a bit, deepening the kiss. You exhale a breath at the new angle. Victor absorbs the sigh as he presses another kiss against your mouth. The kiss started off gently, but quickly became desperate, like he couldn't get enough of you. The shift sent a shiver down your spine.
Eventually, Victor slows the pace, his kisses becoming shorter and shorter. He brushes his lips against yours and stays there for a while, as if he can't bring himself to pull away entirely. The desperation fades, leaving only a quiet need to stay close to you. You open your eyes to Victor’s. His gaze is heavy with longing and vulnerability, and he lets out a breathless, flushed laugh.
A mischievous smile spreads across your face. “Does this mean I can join the Spurs now?”
| bishop x f!reader | notes: I’ve never seen From Dusk Till Dawn so do what you will with that, highly inspired by the wardrobe of Salma Hayek and the backstory of the python of episode 6! | warnings: not proofread, this is set pre-rue, reader is a stripper, reader is nicknamed ‘Lola Bunny’, Alamo overall, strip club atmosphere, snakes, guns, no smut..for now.., Bishop and his lurking, tension, Bishop’s acts of kindness, etc. | mdni18+ | wc: 2k |
You had been working at Silver Slippers for three months after being hired by Alamo Brown. Funny meetup the two of you, he had seen you in another strip club and saw how depressed you looked giving a lap dance. When he walked up to you, all he mentioned was a way better salary, an apartment complex and most importantly getting you the fuck out of this place.
You walked out of that lap dance and left with Alamo that night.
You noticed many things about Silver Slippers, but the one you noticed the most was that Alamo and Big Eddy never made you do private dances. Let me rephrase it better, they wouldn’t whore you out like they would do with the other girls, and honestly that left you curious.
You couldn’t understand why, in the first two months you clicked well with all the girls, there was Tish and Angel who were an inseparable duo, there was Magick who sometimes scared the shit out of you with a crazy story every other week.
You got to meet Alamo’s work men, of course Big Eddy was your boss second to Alamo, and there was G who was very kind and always brought you and the other girls little gifts, and Kidd who would only go to the strip club in the morning time but was at every party thrown at Alamo’s.
And then there was Bishop, Alamo’s henchman. Truth is he scared the fuck out of you. I mean, why are you wearing a trench coat 24/7 in California? He had zero emotion all the time, and always kept his hands to himself, if he wasn’t with Alamo or G, then he was simply not there ever.
For anxiety reasons, you kept your distance, but that wouldn’t stop him from always looking at you, sure he did the same with the other girls and other workers, but it just felt like he always had his eyes on you.
“You enjoying working here, huh?” Alamo had you take a break and head to Big Eddy’s office. You were on the couch, Alamo sitting in Eddy’s chair, Bishop and G standing by the door. “It’s been nice,” You smiled, “You work me like a dog but the money is really good.” That earned a laugh from Alamo.
“Bunny, the moment I met you, I knew there was something about you that was more special for all the other bitches you was working on that shit show down in Los Angeles, and even here,” Alamo laughed, smoking on his big cigar. “Even here, you are more special than these bitches!” He started to cackle really loud, G following with a giggle, Bishop not moving a muscle.
All you did was smile, you always believed he was fucking crazy and you didn’t want to over step anything. “I’m just doing me. Lola Bunny.” You never picked your strip name, it was given to you by the first strip club you worked at and you just sticked with it.
“Bun, did we ever tell you about Sweet?” Alamo asked settling down. You quickly glanced over at G and Bishop, who were both looking at you, the door was half open, you could see some of the girls going across the makeup room. “No… I don’t think I’ve heard of Sweet.” You adjusted yourself on the couch, a little uncomfortable since you were in a baby blue g-string that covered nothing but your crotch, and a matching bra that was so small, but still made your boobs look amazing.
“Come.” Alamo stood up, offering his free hand to walk you somewhere. And a boss is a boss, you took his hand and let him lead you out the office, G and Bishop following behind you.
In the private rooms there was a white-yellow python who had its own glass terrarium. Alamo broke it down for you. There was a dancer named Sweet who had a whole act with the snake, she loved it so much she slept with it at night. Long story short, that python wanted to eat Sweet, and Alamo thought it was the funniest thing he ever heard, he bought it for 10k, and placed it right here as a message that you never know a person’s true intentions.
“Sweet made millions with this snake, ain’t that right Bishop?” Alamo looked over at Bishop who was staring at the snake, he then lifted his gaze towards your petrified face and teary eyes after hearing the story of the snake, you had visible goosebumps on your body. “Millions.” Was all that Bishop replied.
“Bunny, you told me you would hunt with your grandad in Tampa, right?” Alamo had his hand on your neck, slowly massaging it. “Yes..” You mumbled, not being able to look away from the python. “You familiar with reptiles?” “Yes.” You replied again. You're starting to understand why they never placed you in the private rooms.
A loud smack landed on your left butt cheek making you close your eyes and hold your posture. “Well then, let's get to work! I wanna see you dancing with this snake like if you were Baby from Dirty Dancing.” Alamo said as he walked away laughing hearing him call for Eddy afterwards.
“Lola..don’t break a sweat. Me and B, we’ll help you. And I’ll make sure this dragon don’t choke you.” G chuckled, but you still couldn’t look away from the python. Horrified with the story it had and knowing it wasn’t something that happened years ago. You finally looked at Bishop, who was also staring towards the python. “Money talks.” He said looking at your figure before connecting your eyes with his. You nodded, holding back the tears.
“Money talks.”
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For two weeks, you started a relationship with this snake, having no clue of it’s name, you started calling it Kramer. On your lunch and dinner breaks you’d sit beside Kramer, you even insisted to feed it its dead mice with the help of Bishop.
After 4 days, you took the courage to get it off the cage, with help of both G and Bishop of course, you would then just hold it and pet it for some time, practice your dance and then put it back on its house. Next thing you know, you and Kramer started to get along just fine, you did make sure that it kept eating the dead mice, you and Alamo came to an agreement that it was for special occasions to perform with the snake.
“You know who you can look like with that snake?” You and Angel were walking back to the strip club after grabbing lunch. Both your hairs in rollers and wearing sweats and comfy shirts. Today was the big night that Alamo told you and the girls about. More security was going to come in and it was going to be packed with reserved rooms with the best solo dances for the night. You and Kramer being placed for last.
“All I’ve been consuming for the last weeks have been snake videos so, no. Who will I look like?” Angel laughed at the tiredness of your words. “You sounding like Bishop.” “Am not! That guy is scary.” You defended yourself quickly while the two of you headed inside and onto the makeup room. “You’d look like Salma Hayek in that movie, que se trepa en el escenario y está con George Clooney—” Angel started explaining the movie the best she could, even if it included talking in Spanish.
“From Dusk Till Dawn.” Magick interrupted beside the two of you, doing her makeup. “Esa misma, she does the same thing dancing with a snake and looking so sexy.” “Never seen it.” You replied, still feeling scared about your performance with Kramer. “Doesn’t matter, let me pick your set for the night.” Magick stood up and wrapped your arms around you, looking at you through the mirror.
“Sabes estos hombres que vienen—they’re Hollywood, they’re big names. We all have to make a good impression, vale?” Magick was right, Alamo had all of you wax and have your hair and nails done, he even made sure the whole place was extra clean and checked the DJ’s booth. “Let me pick your outfit for tonight.” Magick repeated, this time happier and going over to the closet talking away about how pretty you were gonna look.
“Lola Bunny.” Big Eddy walked in, Bishop behind him, something that wasn’t exactly usual. “Tonight is yours, no pressure but—” He had stopped in his tracks, opened the door to his office letting Bishop walk in. Before Bishop entered the office he looked at you, as always a longing stare to your face and figure, after a quick nod towards you, he walked in, out of your sight.
“Don’t fuck it up.” Eddy finished with a quick laugh. “Angel go get G and I don’t want none of you ladies bothering me for the next 30 minutes, I need all of you to look like pageant queens tonight.” Eddy spoke before closing the door. “What could they be doing in there.” Tish muttered walking in sitting on her chair. “Sucking each other’s dicks.” Magick replied earning giggles from all the girls, including you.
The night was going great, a big turnout of both men and women with good money some old friends of both Alamo and Eddy. You were already in your outfit of the night, a brown push up bra that was bedazzled with dark brown gemstones that matched your thong that had a little black bow in the back. Your heels were this open toe with a shiny black color, six inches of platform.
The club was colder than usual for tonight, which sucked for all the dancers for not being able to carry a coat or a jacket, as Magick says the club was so cold that you were all ‘enfriándose los huevos’. You were the last to perform on the main stage, after retouching your makeup you decided to feed Kramer beforehand.
Making your way through the private rooms, greeting some of the girls and getting whistles from the clients, even two guys putting hundred dollar bills on the string of your thong. You froze in your tracks when you saw Bishop by the glass terrarium, his arm resting on top of it. With no reason..of course, you quickly adjust your boobs and fixed your hair before walking up to him.
“You fed Kramer.” You spoke softly, hands clasped behind you. Bishop looked at you, seeing your outfit for the night. “I didn’t want you to stress.” “Thank you, Bishop.” You responded a little too quick, almost as if you were a soldier. “Why Kramer? Because of Seinfeld?” Bishop asked taking a sit beside the cage. You giggle, “Kidd asked me the same thing the other day.” You sat beside him, “Kramer vs. Kramer, Hoffman and Streep?” Bishop was looking through the room, paying mind to the clients and the dancers that led them to the multiple rooms. “Never seen it.” He answered.
“Are you cold?” Bishop asked after 7 solid minutes of silence, music blasting from the main floor. “Well, yeah..” You scoffed at his question, “Eddy always puts the club cold on nights like these.” You continued rubbing you manicured nails through the goosebumps of your thighs. “At least it’s Friday.” You rolled your eyes at his response. This is exactly what you meant about how weird this man was, you could never figure out what his point of conversation was.
Your thoughts were all over the place, you hadn’t realize Bishop had stood up to take off his brown leather trench coat. You caught a glimpse of the gun he kept behind his back, before he turned towards you, coat in hand. That’s when you realized.
He was giving you his coat.
“Thank you.” You replied, taking it and putting it on, shuddering with the new warmth your body received. “I have to go look for Alamo.” Bishop talked fixing his blue shirt. You couldn’t deny he looked amazingly good right now. “You can give me the coat once we close.” You nodded, giving a small thumbs up. Before heading out he looked at you again.
“You look beautiful, bunny. Best of luck.”
Your heart started to flutter, why was the scariest man you had ever met in your life making you feel like you were a teenager with big feelings again? “Thank you, Bishop.” You smiled, seeing him walk away.
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Your performance with Kramer was outstanding. You had never seen so many people gathered around you, roaring, whistling and throwing 100 dollar bills all over the place. Going backstage you were met with nothing but praise by the other girls, many of Alamo’s old friends beside him, dying to meet you or to simply give you more cash. “Take the weekend off, you made me real proud, bunny.” Alamo whispered in your ear, placing a roll of money on your hands, another light smack on your butt while you made your way to the makeup room.
You couldn’t deny it you felt like you were on Cloud 9.
The night didn’t end until 2:30am on the dot. There was an after party at Alamo’s, you weren’t exactly planning to go, wanting to rest peacefully back at your place. “Night Lola, you the real motherfuckin’ g.” You heard G from across the room, quickly looking up from your phone, “G— can’t you take me home?” G groaned rubbing the back of his head. “Not today baby, order a uber I’ll pay it for you, get home safe.” He replied before heading out. 10 minutes later, Tish and Angel had also said goodbye to head over at Alamo’s leaving you alone in the makeup room, wearing hot pink shorts that matched your zip up hoodie and a white tank top underneath, you then decided to use your phone to call an uber.
“You were extraordinary.”
You jumped looking up to see Bishop’s tall figure standing in the doorway. A quick smile appeared on you, “Thank you Bishop..oh! Your coat.” You quickly stood up, reaching for his coat that you placed on top of your bag. “Are you going to Alamo’s?” Bishop had approached you, almost cornering you. “No, just gonna call an uber, eat and sleep. He gave me the weekend off.” You shared very happily while you saw him put on his coat.
“Let me take you home.” Again your heart fluttered, I mean, how can a ride home from a man like Bishop not make your heart sink a little. “You don’t have to do that.” You said coyly, it had to be that Alamo told him to do so, “If you don’t want me to take you home it’s fine,” Bishop looked down for a moment before making eye contact with you again. “I just wanted to do you a favor.” You giggled, feeling your cheeks get red and hot out of the sudden. Oh my god what is wrong with you? Before you could speak again, Bishop stepped even more closer, was he always this tall? He smells really good, he has a really nice tie—
“You don’t think you deserve it?” Ok..turned on. You just stared slight up at him, still not being able to study any emotion behind those dark eyes of his. But then it hit you, oh my god did it hit you. Bishop was practically your coworker, what was he doing? What was his intention? But, he was offering you a ride, and this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to him, and it was close to 3am..
You smiled, taking your bag and moving your hand to fix his coat, “I’ll use the ladies and then you can take me home.” You answered softly, dragging your fingers to his tie. “I’ll warm up the car.” Was the last thing Bishop said before heading his way out.
Stepping outside of the strip club, you saw Bishop looking from afar, his car being the last one in the parking lot. “I’m ready.” You said, catching his attention. All Bishop did was take your bag and offer his hand. Gladly you took it. Didn’t last long for him to move his hand to the small of your back, walking you to the passenger seat.
“Are you hungry?” He asked once he entered his side, quickly putting the car on drive and leaving the club. “I am.” “What do you want?” He asked again only to receive a shrug from you. “I’m yours right now, take me where you please.” You mumbled looking out the window feeling a little bit tired, not noticing how he glanced over to you.
Of course, he didn’t say it out loud, but Bishop knew deep in his heart, he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
