#braxton pierce

[inter-somniac]

Are You...Drunk?

Braxton X Reader

Fandom: CS

“Braxton? Brax? Hey, come on-“

Braxton stumbled out of the bedroom, going face first into the wall.

“Ow.”

“Are you...drunk?”

“Hungover, actually.”

You rubbed your temples, not really in the mood to deal with him being hungover. You’d planned on having a nice chill day, filled with lounging around the office and playing random Steam games.

“Can you turn the lights off?”

“Braxton, the lights aren’t even on. That’s the sun. You slept until noon.”

“The sun?”

“You know? Giant fiery gas ball in the center of the solar system.”

“Your sarcastic-“

“You’re gonna show up at my house drunk, I’ll be as sarcastic as I want.”

“I...”

“You should eat if you’re hungover.”

You padded down to the kitchen, digging pain killers out of the cabinet. Braxton got to the kitchen much slower. His hair was everywhere, and there was a pink lipstick smear on his neck.

“You reek. Did you do vodka shots?”

“Yes...sadly.”

“Let me guess, it was some blonde’s poison of choice?”

“How did you-“

“Lipstick on your neck. And you go for blondes. Now sit down so you aren’t in my way.”

You went about fixing brunch while Braxton sat down at the table. He had his head down and was running his fingers over the surface of the wood.

“You look like you’re about to spout some Socratic notion. Don’t do that.”

“A what?”

“Never mind.”

You slapped the plate down in front of him. Oatmeal and toaster waffles. You hadn’t exactly been grocery shopping lately. He dug in, not even whining about the lack of bacon or other items.

“Can I have something to drink?”

“Like?”

“Milk? Juice?”

“I have milk and I have some orange juice.”

“I’ll take milk.”

You were scrolling through your phone as he ate, looking at all the rambunctious nights most of the CS players had the night before. Therefore you didn’t register Braxton leaning towards you until he was pushing your phone out of the way and attaching his mouth to yours.

“What the hell, Braxton?”

“Just thank you for breakfast and letting me crash here,” he said with a wink.

[inter-somniac]

Attention

Braxton X Reader X Stewie Fandom: C9/CS:GO Requested(?): Yes Song Suggestion: Attention by Charlie Puth

Braxton Pierce drove you insane. Utterly insane. And he had since the day you joined Cloud9 to stream alongside CS:GO players and streamers. He’d made your life hell some days. Then there was Jake Yip. Always trying to soothe whatever irritation Braxton had caused. Which was almost a full time job outside of the game. Today was no different. Braxton had something that he knew would get under your skin and you’d dumped an entire gallon of water over his head. “What the hell?!” “You deserved it! You never leave me alone!” “Hey, break it up. Brax, you go dry yourself off and get some different clothes. And you clean up the water on the floor.” It wasn’t entirely true, what you’d said about Braxton. You often provoked Braxton, and deep down you knew why. You were attracted to Braxton, but not in the same way you were attracted to Jake. Jake usually took care of your emotional needs, but what you wanted from Braxton was simply physical. You wanted tangled sheets and panting in a night darkened room. When Braxton came back downstairs, you were just finishing up with the water. He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you against his chest and whispered something in your ear that you would never repeat. You let out a snarl of a laugh before turning, body still against his. “I’m not a little toy to be played with, Braxton.” “No, you just want attention. You want me in your bed and Stew at your beck and call. Naughty, if you ask me.” “I didn’t ask you.” “And you didn’t deny wanting me to f-” “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” “Why not? Scared of admitting it?” “So what if I do want you warming my bed? That will never change the fact that I can barely stand you most of the time. It doesn’t change anything about how I feel about you if I take you to bed.” “You sure about that? If you take me to bed, you might get ideas. Might want me for other things.” “You’re nothing to me, Braxton. Not from the day you first started making my life hell.” “What the hell is going on?” Jake was watching, eyes narrowed at the way your body touched Braxton’s. You gave Braxton a sickeningly sweet smile before turning to look at Jake. “Oh, nothing. Just a little talk...right, Braxton?” Braxton gave a simple yes and thankfully Jake left. The second you heard his door close, you grabbed Braxton’s face roughly and kissed him. He pulled away, breathing heavy. Your breathy gasp was like a caressing slap when you whispered to him. “Have fun, Braxton.”

[inter-somniac]

Calls for Celebration

Braxton X Reader Fandom: Cloud9/CS:GO Requested(?): Yes **Warning(s)**: cursing, sexual themes

“Braxton Pierce.” “You’re using my full name what did I do?” “Got unbanned from ESL events.” “Yeah. It’s pretty fucking great.” “Maybe we should…celebrate.” “And how should we do that?” “Well we could start with taking our clothes off.” “I like where this is going.” First was your shirt, then his. Before long you were both undressed and in bed. He’d made a grab at something by the bed, but you hadn’t seen what. Then you felt something around one of your wrists. Next around the other. Braxton had put a pair of leather handcuffs on you. “Braxton, what the fuck?” “You said celebrate. Celebrate, I will.” Braxton’s hands slid between your legs, teasing you. You’d never been able to stand Braxton’s teasing. His touch drove you insane. His hands always moved slow. He knew it could make you go mad. “Braxton Pierce, stop it.” “Nothing you can do about it, baby doll.” Braxton’s tongue soon joined the equation and he nearly had you finished right then. You let out a particularly loud and Braxton finally seemed to be giving in. “How bad do you want those off, baby doll?” “Take them off and I’ll show you, Brax.” Braxton let you loose and he seemed a bit startled. You rolled him over so that you were on top, your hands quickly finding the zipper on his jeans. Braxton simply watched as you lowered your head. It was one of his favorite views.

[inter-somniac]

I Don't Want Better

Braxton X Reader Fandom: Cloud9/CS:GO Requested(?): Yes

Stewie had been moping around for days. He’d just gone through a breakup and was not handling it well. He hadn’t been out of his room in two days and you were starting to worry. “Jake? Jake, come on, I know you’re upset but you have to eat.” He was sat in bed, surrounded by tissues and with bloodshot eyes. You sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Jake, it hurts but you still have to take care of yourself.” “I know…I just can’t find the energy to…” “If I bring some food up will you eat?” “I might.” You went downstairs to the kitchen. Your boyfriend, Braxton, was making…you actually had no clue. You busied yourself making food that you thought Jake would find comforting and didn’t even notice the looks Braxton was giving you. “What are you doing?” “It’s for Stewie.” “Can’t he get it for himself?” “He hasn’t left his room in two days, Brax.” “He can-” But you’d already left the kitchen and were headed upstairs. You were pretty sure Jake didn’t want to eat, but he did. When he’d eaten, you took the dirty dishes downstairs. Braxton was sitting in the kitchen on his laptop and he did not look happy. “Brax, are you going to throw a hissy fit over this? Really?” “I’m not throwing a hissy fit.” “Then why do you look so mad?” “Because you’re my girlfriend, not his!” “Yes, I’m well aware, Braxton. Jake hasn’t been eating because he and his girlfriend broke up. I was concerned for him.” “I know…I’m just scared that one of these days you’re going to figure out that one of those players could do so much more for you than I ever can.” You sighed and sat down next to him, tilting his head until he was looking at you. “Braxton Pierce, I know there are guys out there who could give me everything I ever wanted on a silver platter, but I wouldn’t be happy.” “Why not?” You smiled and shook your head. “Because they aren’t you. You’re the love of my life, Braxton. Always and forever.” “But what if-” “No, Brax, no what ifs. I love you and that’s all I need to know.”

[inter-somniac]

Hell to Pay

Braxton X Reader Fandom: Cloud9/CS:GO Requested(?): Yes

“Y/N, this is Braxton. Braxton, our new manager, Y/N.” He looked at your hand with disdain. You’d simply gone to shake his hand, yet he already seemed to have found a problem with you. Jake tried to settle things, he really did. “It’s fine, Stewie. If he’s going to be egotistical, let him. It’ll catch up with him at some point.” Braxton made several rude comments throughout the day and it was getting on your nerves. Dinner was tense. Usually you joked and laughed at dinner with the team, but your mood was nothing but hostile as you glared at Braxton. “Finally realizing you don’t belong, princess? Maybe you should leave the CS to the boys.” “I belong, and I can actually get into all the events.” Braxton almost jumped right across the table at you. Mike and Jake both held him back, but they couldn’t stop the string of curses and comments that came out of his mouth. Those kinda of conversations went on for several weeks. It was nearly a month later and you were all headed to the Video Game Awards. You were going as Jake’s date, which meant you had to get all dressed up. Your dress was tight, hugging your body in all the right places. You knew all of the Cloud9 guys were watching you. The most dressed up they’d ever seen you was a jersey and skinny jeans. It seemed that you caught Braxton’s attention the most though. He was distant from the group, watching from a place of his own against the wall as everyone mingled. The afterparty was in full swing by this point. You’d spent most of the evening with Jake, since he was your date. His body was pressed close as you danced, and Braxton felt the anger rising in him, burning at the back of his throat. He almost came and gave the both of you a piece of his mind when he watched Jake kiss your cheek. In the morning, everyone was dragging a bit. Well, everyone that was downstairs. Braxton was nowhere to be seen still. You and Jake were sitting together, laughing about the stupid things some people had done last night after a little too much alcohol. But everyone shut up when Braxton came storming in. He grabbed Jake by the front of the shirt and pulled him up, only inches from his face. “What game are you playing, Stew? You think you’re funny?” “What do you mean, Brax? I’m not doing-” “And you,” his eyes snapped to you, “Thinking you’re so cute, prancing around in that dress last night. I could’ve killed you both if there weren’t so many witnesses.” “Wait. I get it. Braxton’s jealous.” “Why the hell would I be jealous, Stewie?” “Because you want her. You’re mad I had her to myself last night.” “And if I am?” “You get to take that up with her.” Nothing was said on the subject for the next few days. Not that it hadn’t consumed your thoughts. No, there was no way Braxton was jealous that Jake had been close to you. Braxton hated you. A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts. You went and opened it, coming face to face to Braxton. “Can we talk?” “About?” “You, me, us-” “There is no us, Braxton. You snubbed me the very first time you met me. You didn’t know me, you just made assumptions.” “And I was wrong. I shouldn’t have. You’re a great person, Y/N. You’re feisty and beautiful an-” “Braxton, just say what you came to say.” “Can you give me a chance? One chance. If I’m still a jerk, then that’s your call to make.” “I don’t-” You were cut off by his warm lips pressing against yours, his hands gently cupping your face. Your first reaction was shock, then you slowly closed your eyes and kissed back. Your hands found their way to his wrists. He pulled away and your eyes fluttered a bit as you opened them. “You kissed me back.” “It was a nice kiss.” “Can I kiss you again.” “Buy me dinner and then just maybe.”