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Let’s Go Watch Daddy Play • Kostas Tsimikas

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 4

“Can we go watch daddy play?”

“Can we go watch Daddy play?” Your daughter begged you and you were already planning on taking her to the game but her begging you melted your heart slightly. It was sweet to see how much she wanted to see her dad play. Kostas would 100% be playing this game too considering Andrew Robertson was currently injured and unable to play and therefore Kostas would be Liverpool’s left-back for the game. You do take your daughter to a lot of Liverpool games even though it’s not definite whether or not Kostas would be playing considering he is the second option to Andrew Robertson but still you make sure you turn up to the games with your child just in case. It’s nice for your daughter to see her father playing even if it isn’t for the full 90 minutes and it’s nice to support Kostas and the team even if Kostas isn’t playing. Never before has your child literally begged to go to a game though.

3 years you’ve been in Liverpool for now and never has your child ever begged to go to a game. Yes she wants to go and asks to go but never in this begging voice she has put on now. It’s blatantly clear that she knows that he was playing tonight and was now begging you to go to Anfield. It was sweet that she wanted to go so badly to watch and support Kostas. The thing was that you were already planning to go to the game before your daughter started begging you. It had been planned since Kostas told you about Andy’s injury and even before then and that’s why you and your child were wearing your ‘TSIMIKAS 21’ tops. Apparently your child hadn’t put any of that together yet considering they were nearly in tears all of this. If you weren’t going to the match why would you both be wearing those tops?

“Hey Sweetie. No tears, please. We are going to the game just look down at your top. See you’re wearing one of Daddy’s tops,” You explained trying to calm them down not wanting any tears from her. You saw her teary eyes look down at her top looking for the Liverpool badge before a huge smile came over her face when she seemed to realise that the both of you were going to the match. How can one simple thing change her mood drastically? It’s honestly magic but you were happy to see the smile come back over her face and not just the teary eyes.

“Can we go now?” She then started to beg obviously thinking the sooner you get there the quicker the game starts and the quicker she can see her daddy. Unfortunately it doesn’t work like that but in her child mind it does. Taking a glance at the clock you saw that you still have several hours until the game kicks off and you do want to be at the stadium early but not this earlier. Your daughter though was looking really eager to go now so you knew you had to find some reasons to pass the time before you leave. Anything to keep her entertained and distracted for an hour or so before leaving.

“We have to do your hair before we can go,” You told her hoping that would kill some time. Her hair usually takes a while and you can make it take longer so that is some time killed. Instantly your daughter ran off grabbing her hair brush and hair bands so you could do her hair so whilst she was grabbing them you took a seat on the sofa waiting for her. She came in with her big bag of hair bobbles and sat in front of you just waiting for you to start. You asked her what she wanted and she just shrugged so you had free reign over her hair. You decided to put it up so it is out of her face so it would be easier for her to watch the match especially if it’s windy. She won’t want her hair blowing in her face annoying her and distracting her from the game. Putting it up was just the best and easiest option (and it took more time).

“Can we go now,” Your daughter asked once again once her hair was done and out of her face. Taking another glance at the clock you noticed that it was still too early to be leaving but there was nothing else you could do.

“Go and get your shoes on,” You sighed giving in to her and deciding to leave early. Maybe you could even see Kostas before the game if you’re there early as you have managed to do that before a couple of times. Your daughter instantly ran to put her trainers on whilst you made sure that you had everything that you would need because once you leave you definitely aren’t coming back until the game has finished.

“Mummy. Hurry,” Your daughter said when you were taking too long. Rolling your eyes at her impatient antics you made your way over to her and put your own shoes on which did make her happy. Once your shoes were on the two of you left the house together and made your way to Anfield. It was busy out because it was a big game for Liverpool but the atmosphere around it was incredible. It’s one of the things that you love about home games and although it was still a couple of hours until kick-off and you were still a little bit away from the stadium yet the atmosphere was amazing and you were getting goosebumps thinking about what it would be like in the stadium during the game.

Arriving at Anfield you went to grab some food trying to kill some time before going into the actual stadium and your daughter can take a while to eat so that will definitely kill much-needed time. You had messaged Kostas on the way over here to let him know that you will be at the stadium early and if he is able to get away for a few minutes then your daughter would really love to see him before the match. As the two of you ate whatever food you had brought you kept your phone close and kept checking it. Whilst your daughter rambled on and ate you kept checking your phone to see if Kostas had messaged and also you were checking the time for when you could go into the stadium.

“Time to take our seats,” You told your daughter once she had finished her food. It wasn’t actually time to take your seats since it was still a little bit too early but you could take her to them now and let her get all of her excitable energy out without annoying any innocent people.

Once you got to your seats your daughter looked around in amazement. She was just pointing to everything in the stadium like she had never been here before or more like you had never been here before. Every little thing was exciting for her and she would only get more excited when more and more fans enter the stadium. She was bouncing off the walls trying to explain something to you, non-football related, when you got a text from Kostas. You knew that your daughter would be excited by seeing Kostas so although you try to say no phones when spending time with your daughter you got out and responded to Kostas’ message.

From Kostas: You can come on down briefly if you want. I’ll meet you by the stairs. xxx

To Kostas: See you in a minute or so. xxx

Putting your phone back in your pocket you asked if she wanted to see her daddy very briefly before the match and she enthusiastically nodded so the two of you made your way to the place where you would be meeting Kostas. You knew exactly where it was because you and your daughter had met Kostas here on a couple of occasions before when you were early. Both your daughter and Kostas enjoy this moment mainly because your daughter gets to see her daddy but at the same time Kostas loves it because it calms him down before the game. Seeing both you and your daughter calms him down and makes him focus more on the match so it’s not a distraction like some people would say it actually helps him concentrate on the game.

“Daddy,” She screamed as soon as she saw Kostas standing there at the bottom of the stairs. Kostas knelt down on the floor and opened his arms and once your daughter had carefully made her way down the stairs she ran into them. She giggled as Kostas spun her around and held her close in his arms. The three of you talked briefly, mainly allowing your daughter to just babble on about everything and anything whilst you and Kostas just listened to her. That’s all the meeting was until one of the members of the Liverpool team came saying that they need Kostas back.

“Good luck Daddy. See you after the game,” Your daughter told him when it was time for him to go out for the warm-up. She pressed a kiss against his nose, it’s their little tradition and she didn’t get to do it this morning, before giving him a quick high five.

“I’ll play well just for you,” Kostas said, kissing her nose causing your daughter to burst into giggles before putting her on the floor and turning his attention to you.

“Good luck,” You said before leaning in and pressing a brief kiss against Kostas’ lips since he really had to get going. The kiss was a bit too long for your daughter though who started to pull on your arm showing you that you should get moving and you really did have to get moving.

“Come on mummy we have to watch Daddy play,” She shouted when she realised her pulling your arm wasn’t doing anything. You and Kostas chuckled against each other's lips before actually pulling away. After one final wave Kostas went towards the pitch so you could warm up with the rest of the team and your daughter dragged you back to your seats so she could see her daddy on the pitch. (Every time Kostas had the ball or she caught sight of him she would scream ‘daddy’ and cheer. She adored watching him play so you’re always glad when he does play and you can bring your daughter. They are memories that she will be able to look back on happily.)

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Behind The Lens

Kostas Tsimikas x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the boys teasing kostas constantly, reader being slightly oblivious to it, sexual innuendos, it gets a little steamy towards the end, kos is lowkey bad at flirting, lots of swooning.

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: I don't really have an explanation of the Kostas kick I've been on lately but here we go. thank you to @curiousthyme for the idea, this ones for you!! <3

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Despite it being close to 8 in the evening, the humidity was killing all of you. 

Liverpool had journeyed to Singapore for the second half of their pre- season training and for a few friendly matches. 

You had joined the team as one of the photographers. You had worked with the team before, but never in the field. Most of the time, you hung around when they did photo shoots for their new home kits or LFC retail. 

They were comfortable around you, so there wasn't any awkwardness when you decided to join them on the pitch for their first training session.

Klopp was going over the drills for the session, you took a few photos as he spoke. The only two paying attention to you were Andy and Darwin, the two of them making silly faces at the camera. You looked away, holding back your giggling by pressing your lips together.  

“Alright,” the man in the glasses clapped, “you know what you’ve gotta do.” He announces, sending them on their way. 

You were taking photos of the session, watching the boys kick the ball around and do their drills. You were off to the side until they eventually split into groups to run drills. The boys separated themselves into groups of 5 and the one closest to you consisted of Virgil, Mo, Joe, Kostas and Cody. The 5 men kicked the ball back and forth, Kostas stuck in the middle to block it before it got to the next person. 

In this particular moment, you were looking away trying to adjust something on your camera whilst kneeling on the grass. You were all but a few feet away from the boys and the pass that Mo made from himself across to Cody, made it pass both Kostas in the middle and Cody on the other side. 

“Heads!” The younger Dutch player brings his hand up to his mouth to shout to you. 

The camera’s lifted at the last second, the ball bouncing off the thigh the camera was once on. Mo makes a face, “sorry y/n!” He shouts to you and you smile, waving him off. 

Before you know it, there’s a man in a grey shirt running to you to get the ball. “Are you okay?”

Kostas was knelt to your level, his soft brown eyes reflected under the flood lights; they reflected a kindness you’ve yet to see in other people. 

You smiled, nodding. “I’m okay.” 

“You’re sure? Mo has a foot of steel.” He chuckles at his own joke, earning him a smile.

You assured him you were fine as he grabbed your hand to help you up. “I grew up with 4 brothers. A lil’ roughhousing doesn’t bother me, Kos.” 

The nickname caused his heart to flutter; despite hearing it a million times over, it was different coming from you. 

“Kos!” The tall man shouts, “are you coming back?!”

Virgil’s hands were on his hips, you could see the annoyance on his face - he wasn’t one for being in the heat; the Singaporean humidity was his worst enemy at the moment - as was Kostas for having him waiting. 

“Go on,” you reached out to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

Kostas tucks the ball under his arm, “sure you’re okay?” 

You smile, nodding once more. “I’m fine, Kos. I promise.” 

Joe seemed to notice the exchange between the defender and the photographer, looking over at his friend next to him. Virgil caught onto what Joe meant from the moment he looked at him, raising his eyebrows in response. The Dutchman earned a chuckle from his friend. 

Kostas watched you walk off in the direction of Andy and Trent’s group before snapping out of his y/n trance as the teammate called it. 

--

They had returned from their mini break, taking a few minutes to rehydrate and stretch out their sore muscles; a sight you enjoyed. Whether it was in a professional manner or an unprofessional one, that was a secret. 

The boys were all goofing around amongst themselves, getting the last of their energy out for the evening. You were sitting next to Jurgen on the bench, the man pointed out something that Joel was doing and you two shared a laugh; a common occurrence when you two were in each other’s presence.

“Alright,” you huffed as you stood, slipping your feet back into your slides. “Back to work.” 

The older gentleman shook his head as he looked down at your choice in footwear. “Aren’t you worried you’d fall? The grass is still damp.” 

“Not really, and if I do, there’s a ton of handsome footballers to catch me.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a wicked smile. 

“Y/n!” He laughed, wagging his finger at you. “You're trouble.” 

“You like trouble, boss man.” You clicked a photo of him laughing before walking back onto the pitch. 

Making the rounds, the boys pretend you aren’t there as they go about their evening. You already mentioned you get the best photos that way; candid. 

There were a handful of solo shots being taken and you finally made it towards the group at back of the pitch. 

The Greek defender straightens up, his hands on his hips as he watches Cody pass the ball to Andy, who passed it to him. 

Andy knew the boys well enough to know at this point and in this heat, they’re just going through the motions. Hence his shock when he watched his teammate start showing off his tricks, starting his set of kick ups for no apparent reason. 

The Scotsman noticed your presence, the click of your camera catching his attention. He laughed, head leaning back as his hand came up to his chest. Virgil looks over in concern, confused as to why Andy started laughing by himself but when he realizes who was lurking around, he too laughs. 

“Kostas, man!” Ibou groans, “are you gonna pass the ball or not ?” 

“He won’t,” Andy butts in before Kostas can even react. “Don’t you see who’s over there?” He nods towards the woman just two feet away. “He’s showing off for y/n.” 

You can’t help the laugh you let out, rolling your eyes. “Shut up Andy,” you snorted. “I don’t know how Rachel puts up with you.” 

“It’s my wits and charm that keep her in love.” He flashed you a smile, making you chuckle as you shook your head. 

At this point, Ibou had managed to finally get the ball away from Kostas but lost it as he tried to get past Virgil - they called him big Virg for a reason.

It rolls over to you, you stop it by placing your foot on top of it. You pass it back in the same way they’d expect one of their teammates to kick it back to them. 

Kostas’s jaw hung open, shocked at how well you did that. 

“In slides,” Joel nods to himself in approval. “Well done, y/n.” 

You smiled, doing a little pose as you lifted your shoulder. “Got skills for days.” 

“With a Z?” Virgil looks over at you, a smile on his face. 

“Skills and days with a Z, big man.” The two of you shared a laugh. 

After what felt like a million hours in the heat, the boys were wrapping up and the kit men were packing up. You take a few minutes to pack up your camera stuff, a few of the boys were doing interviews and currently, it was Kostas’ turn. 

A few of the players watched him, making him nervous for no reason. “We wanna go, Kos. Hurry up.” Ibou teased, shouting from the little balcony. Trent butts in to say, “come on Kostas, I wanna go bro.” 

Virgil was watching them when you walked over. You peeked over the man’s shoulder who moves when he notices you, putting his arm around you before whispering in your ear. 

Kostas looks over when he hears your laugh and you could swear that you saw a flint of jealousy in his eyes. Surely that’s not it, everyone was just tired and the boys were annoying him.

That must be it. 

Ibou laughs when you whisper what Virgil had said to you.

He starts teasing his teammate once again; “Kostas, are you afraid? On the plane, no one can sleep because you talk too much. Now when you can talk, you don’t wanna talk.” 

You watch from the little balcony as Virgil and Ibou head down one by one, staring down the man doing his interview. Cody joins in on the fun and Kostas is so over them, internally groaning at his irritating teammates. 

They wanted to leave so badly and yet they were the ones that were causing him to take longer than necessary.  

You felt a bit bad about all the teasing, calling to the three troublemakers. ”Come on boys, leave Kostas alone.” 

“Yeah,” the Greek nods, “listen to y/n.” 

Cody snickers, “I bet you’d love to listen to y/n, huh?” 

Kostas is red in the face as Cody falls into Ibou laughing, the two of them in a fit of giggles. Kostas hoped he could blame the redness on the heat and you were getting closer by the second, the man was begging for a breeze to cool himself down.

Thankfully, you had missed the comment with the cheesy sexual innuendo because you were coming down the stairs a few feet away.

Once you made it over, you grabbed both Cody and Ibou by the wrists like school boys, pulling them up from their seats. All you had to do was look in Virgil’s direction for him to follow suit. 

“Let’s leave Kostas to finish his interview in peace, yeah?” 

The man in front the camera smiles, his heart fluttering at the sight of you - as was something else when he noticed the grey leggings you had on but those were thoughts best saved for when he was alone. 

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The cold shower welcomed you back to the land of the living after the evening in the heat. You were getting ready to go over the photos from the session, your memory card plugged into your laptop to upload as you got ready after your shower. 

A knock on the door interrupts you as you brushed your hair. Setting the brush down, you made your way over to the door to see who it was. 

On the other side of the door stood Kostas, a green tube in his hand as he smiled at you. 

“Hey,” you smiled, confused as to why he was at your door. 

“Hey, I uh.. sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” 

“You’re never a bother, is everything okay?” 

“Oh, yeah.” He nods, holding out the green tube to you. “You forgot this on the bench, or I guess it fell from your pocket?” 

It’s your chapstick, mint flavoured. Your initials are scribbled on the cap in black sharpie because you and Andy use the same one; this way there’s no confusion. 

“Oh thank you,” you reached over and took it from him. “You didn’t have to do that, I have like four more in my makeup bag. I lose these all the time,” you laughed, tucked it into the pocket of your shorts. 

Kostas shrugs, a smile on his face. The laptop chimed from its spot on the bed, signalling that it’s done uploading the pictures. 

“Wanna see the pictures from the training session? I have to go through them anyway and I got a few good ones of you.” 

The man peeked over your shoulder, “I couldn’t intrude.” 

“You’re not, I’m inviting you in.” 

You stepped to the side, letting him come in. Kostas follows you to the bed, watching as you climb onto it and pull the laptop onto your lap. You’ve got on a pair of black shorts and a red tshirt with a little lfc logo on the top. 

As much as he enjoyed the view, he’d like the outfit much better if it was on the floor. 

“Are you coming?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, patting the empty spot next to you. “I don’t bite.”

Kostas slips off his shoes, climbing onto the bed. “What if I want you to ?” His eyes meet yours. 

You assumed he was joking but you answered him regardless. “I will.. but only if you ask nicely.”

His cheeks have a red hue and he clears his throat when he settles down next to you. The man sat so stiff, a statue seemed like jello in comparison. His eyes fixed on the screen as you clicked through the pictures. 

Kostas watched your manicured nails click along the keyboard, tapping the screen as you pointed out things to him. All he could focus on was how good they’d feel if they were being dragged down his back - the red of your nails matching the colour of the marks left behind. 

“Those are really good,” he finally says. “You’re so talented, y/n.” 

It’s your turn to blush, waving off the compliment with a smile. “It’s nothing, really.” 

You sent the photos off to the socials admin, letting them share out what needed to be when your laptop chimed once more, letting you know it was low on battery. The laptop was on the bed when you leaned off the side of the bed to grab the charger. Instinctively, Kostas reaches out to hold your hips, making sure you don’t fall off the bed. 

His touch burnt into your skin, you could feel everything but you ignored the feeling bubbling in your gut. You plugged your laptop in and set it on the nightstand to charge. 

There’s a comfortable silence in the room so you look over at Kostas. “Are you hungry?” 

“Uh.. I could eat.” 

Kostas didn’t get the heads up before you reached over his lap and over to the other night stand to grab the room service menu.

The man’s brows furrowed as you sat back up. “I could have grabbed it for you.” 

“Oh that’s okay,” you shrugged, flipping through the pages. “What are you feeling? I’m thinking a burger, maybe pasta?” 

“Those are two very different things, y/n.” 

“I’m aware of that, duh. I figured I could get both and we could split it unless you want something else?” 

Kostas shook his head, “that’s fine.” 

You called and ordered the food, settling into the pillows behind you as you looked for a movie to put on in the meantime. Kostas’s eyes were fixed on you, you could feel them burning into your skin with each passing glance. 

“What?” 

“I’m sorry,” Kostas blurts, causing your brows to furrow. “You know, if the guys overstepped today.” 

“How did they overstep?” 

“With what Cody said.” 

Now you were really confused. “What did Cody do? He’s a sweetheart, I can’t imagine him saying anything bad.” You chuckled.  

Kostas internally groans, you clearly didn’t hear what Cody had said but now he’s got to explain. “He uh- he said how I’d like to listen to you.” 

You make a face; “what does that even mean?” 

“Well,” Kostas started, clearly a bit uncomfortable explaining the context of said statement. “I guess he meant.. in bed.” 

“Oh.” You pulled your lips together, holding back a snicker. You often forget that despite all being grown ass men and professional footballers, they had the minds of 15 year old boys. 

There’s a moment of quietness before you speak; “and would you?” 

Kostas stops picking at his nail to look at you, “would I?” He trails off. 

“Would you listen to me.. in bed?” 

Your eyes finally met his; there’s a sense of urgency that flashed in his brown eyes, his cheeks flushed red despite the AC running and it’s like you can hear the gears turning in his head. He’s trying to think of the right way to say this without scaring you off.

“Yes.” 

There’s a slight smile playing on your lips, you can’t help but reach out and hold his chin, forcing him to focus solely on you. 

“Good.” 

Kostas isn’t exactly sure what flipped in him but he leans over and into you, chest pressed to yours as his lips meet yours. 

There’s an instant connection between the two of you as if you’d been a couple for years; Kostas’s hands find your hips, pulling you over and on top of him. You straddled the player under you, hands cupping his jaw in an attempt to pull him closer.

The two of you were as close as you could possibly get, his warm hands slipped under the red shirt you had on. 

Your own hands pulled on his shirt, the two of you separating for a second to pull it off completely - a second that felt like an eternity to him. 

Just as he does to pull your shirt up, there’s a knock on the door. The man groans, dropping his face into your chest. 

You grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head back. Kostas groans, a happy one but looks up at you. “It’s the room service.” 

“Tell them to take it back,” he pulls you against him for another kiss. 

You giggled, getting off of his lap. Kostas rolls over on the bed and grabs your wrist, pulling you back to the edge of the bed. “Kos,” you whine, trying to get your hand loose. 

“Whattttt?” He reaches over to give you one more kiss. 

“The food is gonna get cold, let me just grab it.” 

“Then you’ll come right back?” 

“Yes.” 

“Promise?” He held his pinky out to you. 

You laughed, interlocking your pinky with him. “Promise.” 

He lets you grab the food from outside, the hotel staff left the tray outside considering that you didn’t answer the door. You leant down to grab it off the trolley and you could feel Kostas’s eyes on your ass. 

“I can feel you staring.” 

He smiles, waiting for you to put the tray down. “Staring never hurt anyone.” 

“I mean, if you’re a stalker it probably would.” 

Kostas rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you back onto the bed with him. His lips find yours again, the two of you tangled together on top of the sheets. 

You’re on your sides, looking at each other. Your finger traced over his jaw, Kostas turns his head to press a kiss to it.  

“It wasn’t so hard for you to admit you liked me, hm?” 

“You say that as if you knew,” he laughed. 

“Of course I knew.” 

“You did?” He looked a bit shocked. You never give him any signals that you had a clue.

“I told you I got skills for days, with a Z.” 

Kostas laughs, pulling you into him. “Oh shut up.” 

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I'll be your hideaway

Pairing: Kostas Tsimikas x fem!reader Words: 2324 Warnings: Mentions of teammates leaving and the dreadful 22/23 season, talk of insecurities and worries, smut, porn w/feelings, public sex, outdoor sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cockwarming, Google translated Greek

In which Kostas takes you on holiday to get away from the abysmal 22/23 season

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It always takes him a few days to shake off the last dregs of a harrowing season. You don’t mind, the country he has whisked you away to is beautiful and after a gruelling six months at work, you are more than happy to let your boyfriend sort through his thoughts and emotions while you finally catch up on some reading. He spends most mornings in the gym on the resort and has met up with a few of the other Liverpool boys who are staying at the same place for some tennis. And while you’re meant to be on holiday together, you are so grateful for his friends to help him work through the tangles of grief and frustration, because slowly but surely you see the Kostas you fell in love with reemerge; you can tell by the change in his body language and the reappearance of that glimmer in his eye that your Kos, your sunshine boy, is slowly coming back to you. 

Kicking off your shoes, you walk outside as Kostas heads into the lounge to phone his family. The sun has already started setting and for a moment you feel like you’re the only person on the planet as you stare out over the Indian ocean. The water calmly laps against the pillars holding up the villa. You had planned to finish your book while Kostas was on the phone, but you can’t tear your eyes away from the way the sky is now tinged with different shades of pinks and purples. A stillness washes over you as you make yourself comfortable on the large daybed on the deck and watch the sunset. Right now, in this moment, life feels so good that it almost makes you choke up. Pulling your knees up, you rest your chin on them and take a deep breath, exhaling the last bits of stress about your shared future. 

This is how Kostas finds you when he joins you after his phone call. The feeling of his lips against the nape of your neck breaks you from the trance the view had put you under.

“You were miles away, agápi mou,” he murmurs against your hair as he settles behind you. You can’t help but smile at the term of endearment and lean back against him. 

“Was just thinking..” you say, lacing your fingers with his as they rest on your stomach. Kostas lifts your entwined hands and kisses the back of yours.

“About what?” 

You’re quiet for a moment, trying to sort through all the emotions filling your chest.

“About us. The future. How lucky we are to witness this,” you murmur, turning your face to look at him, “About how much I love you, how happy it makes me to see you smile again.” 

Kostas’ eyes search your face and for the faintest of moments you see a flicker of sadness in those stunning brown eyes that always tell you exactly how he’s feeling even if he might not have the words to tell you himself. Before Kostas can apologise, you kiss him.

“No need, my love. For better or worse, you have me –all of me.” 

“I know, but still… I shouldn’t take your support or your love for granted. I’ve been so in my head lately that I never stopped to think about how you must feel,” Kostas says, smiling wistfully as he brushes back a strand of your hair. You lean into his touch, kissing his wrist as he rests his hand against your cheek.

“I feel that this season has been brutal. I feel that you have every right to be upset about your teammates leaving. I feel that you will come to me when you’re ready to talk things through. I feel worried for you and your future, this limbo of uncertainty that always comes up at the end of a season is-... It’s hard seeing someone you love so much doubt their worth to a team and a city that loves them so unconditionally in return.” 

The words just tumble out, but perhaps it’s this honesty –this open dialogue– that the both of you need. Kostas is quiet for a moment as he mulls over what you said. He pulls you back against his chest as he lays down on the daybed, absentmindedly rubbing circles over your shoulder as he stares out over the ocean. 

“I know that I am loved by the city, and sometimes it worries me whether it’ll be enough… I knew when I signed I would never be first choice. And I just wonder if I will know, y’know? Like James, Bobby; will I know it’s time to move on or will my love for the city cloud that?” Kostas breaks the silence. You move to sit up slightly so you can look at him properly.

“I know you, my love, you will know. And I will be there every step of the way to help you make that call when the time comes.” Kostas smiles up at you, and you see flashes of the younger man you fell in love with appear in the way his eyes twinkle with adoration and an almost renewed zest for life. He pulls you on top of him, kissing you deeply.

“What did I ever do in all my past lives to deserve you?” he murmurs, more to himself really, but you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach and a lump in your throat.

“I wonder the same thing,” you reply and kiss him again while tears threaten to spill. You can’t even put into words really how incandescently happy he makes you, how full your heart is with love for him. 

“S'agapó,” he whispers as he rolls you onto your back. Your hands slide up his arms, to his broad shoulders. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper back, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him once more. Kostas hums into the kiss, you can feel him smile against your lips before his tongue seeks entrance. More than happy to oblige, you part your lips to allow him to explore your mouth, tasting the cocktails he’s had with dinner on his tongue. Kostas’ hand wanders up the flowy skirt of your dress, caressing the outside of your thigh. The kiss changes from slow and loving to urgent. A heat climbs up your spine as you feel him harden against your hip. 

“Wanna show you just how much, sweetheart,” he murmurs. Kostas sits back on his haunches and pulls at the bow at your waist. The fabric gives way easily to his eager hands and hungry eyes, leaving you in a mismatched set of cotton panties and a bralette. Had you been anywhere else, you would have been worried about people seeing you like this, but the deck of the villa is shielded from any prying eyes. It feels liberating, in a sense. 

You’re quick to pull the bralette over your head, dropping it next to you on the floor. Kostas slowly pulls your panties down, taking his time to kiss the skin of your hips and thighs, his lips following the path of his hands until you’re completely naked. He looks up at you from where he’s lying between your thighs, his gaze half rapture, half reverence, and it leaves you feeling so unbelievably adored, it has you choking up. Kostas presses a tender kiss to where you’re aching for him with need, his hands holding your thighs open for him. His tongue licks a stripe up your pussy before he flicks it over your clit, drawing a low moan from you. Kostas looks up at you, eyes dark and the look of equal parts love and lust in them leaves you breathless. He draws slow circles around your clit, enough to build you up but not enough to send you flying –not yet at least. 

“Kostas…” you sigh, back arching as you shamelessly grind against his face. He hums against your cunt, sucking that bundle of nerves into his mouth. The sensation has your body vibrating with want. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parted, as you melt into his touch. The last coherent thoughts seem to evaporate as you give in to the feeling of Kostas’ mouth on you. An ocean breeze caresses your skin, causing your nipples to harden. Quiet moans and sighs leave your open mouth as your fingers try desperately to hold onto something while Kostas plays you like a goddamn fiddle. He reaches a hand up, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

“Yes… Kos…” you all but whisper. A slow heat is dancing its way up your body, starting in the pit of your stomach and you feel like you might combust –with need, with love, with emotion; it’s all a mess, a delicious mess, swirling around in your body as Kostas flicks just the tip of his tongue over that already swollen bud in such a way that it has you crying out as your orgasm wrecks through you, leaving your body trembling with the aftershocks. 

Kostas takes his time, kissing his way up your body, as you come down from your high. Your body has melted into the cushions of the daybed, eyes half-lidded, and you swallow hard. Kostas smiles this boyish grin that sends your heart into a frenzy as you take in your slick smeared across his lips and chin. He pulls off his shirt before leaning down to kiss you. Tasting yourself on his tongue makes you moan, your fingers idly tracing the tattoo on the nape of his neck. Kostas rolls the both of you onto your side and makes quick work of his shorts and underwear. He slides a hand, palm up, between your legs and wraps it around the back of your thigh to pull you closer to him. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles up as he does so. Kostas grins back at you, wrapping your leg around his hip. You can feel his cock twitch where it is trapped between your bodies and it has you clenching around nothing. The breeze hits your skin and you can feel just how wet you are for him; it has you rolling your hips against him in anticipation and desperation. Kostas brushes his lips against yours, kissing you so tenderly as he guides his cock to where you need him most. He enters you so slowly, so agonisingly slow. The stretch has you panting, eyes closed as you almost lose yourself in the feeling of him. 

“So good.. Always so good..” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours as he stills his movements. The weight of him inside of you is a familiar one, offering a closeness you’ve craved. During the season the two of you had to make do with stolen moments, but right now Kostas takes all the time in the world. 

His hand follows the planes of your body, reacquainting himself with every curve and birthmark across your skin. You can’t help but gently rock your hips against him, needing something to alleviate the ache between your legs. Kostas groans, fingers digging into your hip. 

“Need you.. Need you to move.. Kos..” you whisper. You feel him smile against your skin as he lavishes your neck with kisses. He slowly begins to move, setting a languid pace that allows you to feel each drag of his cock against your walls. 

“Fuck…” he moans when when you squeeze around him. 

“More…” you all but whimper. Kostas holds you against his body as he rolls you onto your back, hiking up the leg already around his hip. The change in position allows him to enter you even deeper, and your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. You wrap your arms around him, gasping and moaning as Kostas fucks into you with a tenderness that has you tearing up. He supports his weight with one hand, resting the other against your cheek.

“Look at me,” he whispers. You lick your lips, opening your eyes and trying to focus on his face but the pleasure you feel coiling low in your stomach makes it harder to do so. You let out a noise that’s part whimper, part moan as that coil keeps tightening.

“Kos-..”

“I know sweetheart, fuck.. Me too. I need you to cum for me,” he murmurs. You gasp at his request; it has you shuddering underneath him, coming undone in the most glorious of ways. Throwing your head back, your spine arches and your lips part with a silent scream as your orgasm hits you with such force, it knocks the air from your lungs. Kostas’ thrusts begin to falter and he stills inside of you, burying his face in your shoulder as he follows you over the edge. 

Every muscle in your body has turned to jelly and you sigh contently. Kostas chuckles and gently rolls the two of you back onto your side. You can feel him soften inside of you but neither of you want to leave this bubble just yet. Kostas brushes your hair back, kissing your forehead, your cheekbones, the tip of your nose, before settling on your lips. 

“I love you so much, Kos,” you mumble, snuggling into him and tucking your head against his chest.

“I love you more,” he whispers back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You know you should probably get up, but you’re so sleepy and your Kostas is so warm. He keeps murmuring sweet nothings against your hair and you let yourself be lulled to sleep by it. In an hour or so, when you wake up, he will carry you inside and get you all cleaned up before cuddling you all night. And in the morning he will remind you just how much he loves and cherishes you. Whatever the future may hold, of this you are certain: you will face it together.

This was meant to be a flirty, sexy fic about Kostas reacquainting himself with his girl while on holiday, but apparently my brain decided to go down the heartbreak route. Why do I do this to myself?

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my mind finds peace (in the shade of you)

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 879 Warnings: Fluff Request: Falling asleep on them - Reader has cramps? A/N: I tweaked this slightly, hope that's okay! I couldn't figure out a way to include the prompt in your request

title's from Mumford & Sons' Rose Of Sharon

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She gratefully accepted the take away cup of coffee her colleague Freya handed her. 

“Thanks,” she mumbled, stifling a yawn. 

“You look like you need it. Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Maybe three hours?” she replied before taking a sip and nearly burning her tongue. 

“Lucky you, it must be nice to have a professional athlete as a boyfriend,” Freya joked. The slight dig at her relationship with one of the players made her laugh as she shook her head. 

“Babe, I wish it was because of him, but those videos don’t edit themselves.” 

“Fair enough,” Freya said with a grin. Both women gathered their bags and joined the rest of the team in boarding the bus to the airport. 

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Her stomach growled loudly in protest and the muscles in her neck were starting to ache from hunching over her laptop. The final edit of the inside training video was almost done and then she had a handful of graphics still to approve for social media. 

“I missed you at breakfast this morning,” someone to her left said. Straightening back up, she looked at the beautiful face of her boyfriend, concern etched between his brows. 

“I overslept,” she admitted, a pang of guilt in her chest at his concern knowing she could’ve easily texted him, “was up until 4 to edit the alternative commentary video and then got started on the training footage.” 

“Figured as much,” he said with a warm smile and placed two muffins wrapped in cling film on the keyboard of her laptop. “This is all I could smuggle on board, but they’re healthy-ish. One has fruit,” he added sheepishly as he sat down next to her. She chuckled, and unwrapped the blueberry muffin, taking a big bite. 

“Mmm, ‘s a good muffin,” she commented with her mouth still full and offered him a bite. Kostas grinned, and, never one to say no to baked goods, broke off a bite. 

“Thank you Kos,” she murmured, giving him a quick kiss before returning to her work. Kostas just hummed and busied himself on his iPad. 

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She had finished editing the video, but the lack of sleep was catching up with her. Just ten minutes, she told herself as she saved her work and made sure she had backed everything up to the external hard drive. Sighing as her muscles relaxed when she leant back in her seat, she allowed her eyes to close. 

Kostas saw her head loll forward, body slumping towards him. The angle had to be uncomfortable, but she was dead asleep. He smiled, moving the armrest up so he could move a tiny bit closer. She stirred in her sleep, but Kostas was quick to rest a hand on her knee, soothing her by rubbing small circles against her thigh with his thumb. Her full body weight now rested against his side, her head on his shoulder. She let out a content little sigh, snuggling further into him. Kostas pressed a brief kiss to her hair, before turning his focus back on his iPad, lips still tugged up in a smile. She had been working so hard lately, stepping up to take on more responsibilities when one of her colleagues fell ill, and he had hardly seen her not glued to a screen. Kostas had missed falling asleep with her hogging the duvet. 

 

“You need to wake up, latria mou,” he spoke softly as he gently nudged her. She groaned in response, still asleep. Calling her name he nudged a little harder. 

“What time is it?” she mumbled before stretching her arms above her head. 

“Almost 11, we’re expecting to land in about 30 minutes.” 

Her eyes snapped open at that. 

“I’ve been asleep for two hours?” Kostas nodded. 

“Oh god, I’m going to be even more behind now…” she started panicking as she moved to start her laptop back up. Kostas laid a hand on her forearm, making her look up at him. 

“Sweetheart, everyone will understand that you needed sleep more. You can’t keep running on empty,” he said. Her shoulders slumped as she closed her laptop again. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed back into the seat. He could see the gears turning in her head, trying to work out what needed to be prioritised. Kostas had learnt over time that she sometimes needed a nudge to slow down, to come up for air before diving back down. 

“You’re right. Ellie has been asking to be more involved with the editing side of things, maybe I can ask her to help out while I help Hannah with the pre-match Instagram content,” she started thinking out loud, rattling off who she could delegate a task to and what needed to be prioritised. 

“Sounds like you’re handling it,” Kostas mused, smiling lovingly. She smiled back and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks Kos.” Kostas just hummed, pulling her closer. They were quiet for a while, and Kostas almost thought she’d fallen back asleep until he felt her move in his arms to look up at him.

“Can I stay in your room tonight? I miss cuddling and I always sleep better with you next to me,” she asked shyly. 

“Always, latria mou,” Kostas all but whispered, kissing her lovingly. 

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in silent screams and wildest dreams (i never dreamt of this)

Player: Kostas Tsimikas (Thiago Alcantara) Words: 2551 Warnings: Smut, masturbation, oral (f & m receiving), threesome, dirty talk, unprotected sex A/N: listen, there's a reason they call Thiago 'the professor'. I usually don't write stuff like this, please let me know what you think

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Ever since they started dating, they had never really discussed this. Of course they had talked about what they liked, the things that turned them on, but that had all been relatively innocent Olivia thought. She had just never had  a reason to bring it up before. Until now that is. This wasn’t the first time a training or match day selfie had gotten Olivia riled up. Kostas knew this about her, and teased her mercilessly about it. She didn’t mind because the payback was always glorious and often left him speechless (oh, the power she held over him dressed in lilac silk and lace…). 

But this was different. Because this time it wasn’t a selfie of just Kostas, but a selfie of him and his best friend. Thiago. Of course Olivia knew Thiago was handsome, she would have had to be blind not to see that. She just had never thought of him that way –the way that made her swallow hard as an ache settled between her thighs. As she shifted in the chair she was sitting in, the lace of her bra rubbed over her hardening nipples. Still holding her phone, Olivia dipped her other hand under the waistband of her bike shorts and underwear. She gasped as she brushed against her clit, dragging a finger across her folds, feeling how wet she was just imagining-...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the front door. There was no point in hiding what she’d been up to, Kostas knew her too well for that. Instead Olivia pushed her nerves down and slid a finger into her soaking core. “What a sight to come home to,” Kostas said with a smirk when he spotted her in the living room. She could feel her cheeks heat up under his watchful gaze and bit her lip. Kostas made his way over to her and knelt in front of her chair. He took a hold of her shorts and looked up with a raised eyebrow –his way of asking Olivia for permission. She quickly nodded, lifting her hips. He made quick work of undressing her lower half and gently spread her thighs. “Fuck baby, you’re absolutely soaking,” he said, eyes landing on the phone in her hand, thumb still pressing against the screen to stop the photo from disappearing. “Oh I see,” Kostas chuckled, “lusting after my shirtless selfies again, are we?”  “Y-yes,” Olivia managed to say, her finger still sliding in and out, “but not just you..” It came out more like a question. Kostas pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, looking up at her. “My dirty girl, you were thinking about having one of my teammates go down on you? Tell me love, would you like to be alone with him or for him to join us?” he murmured against her thigh, “I’m pretty sure it’s the latter, isn’t it? Thinking about getting absolutely ruined by two men, weren’t you?” He gave her thigh a squeeze when she didn’t respond at first. “Yes,” Olivia moaned, throwing her head back and rubbing her clit now. She was so close. “That’s it babe, fuck you’re so beautiful…” Kostas praised her, which was all she needed to fall over the edge. She pulled him up for a kiss, gasping as his still clothed erection pressed against her centre. “I’m pretty sure he’d say yes if I asked him. If you really want to,” Kostas said, before moving his lips to her neck. Olivia didn’t know how to respond to that so she didn’t, until a few hours later Kostas repeated himself as they were lying in bed both still recovering. “I was serious about asking him, if that is what you want.”  “And you’re okay with that?”  Kostas turned on his side to look at her. “Only if it’s truly what you want.” Olivia nodded, trying to hide her face from him, cheeks burning. “Babe, look at me. There is nothing more attractive to me than a woman owning her sexuality and knowing what she wants. I’ll ask him,” Kostas said, brushing a strand of her hair from her face.

Which is how Olivia found herself picking at a loose thread on her dress as she waited for Kostas to return from training. He had texted her ten minutes ago that he was on his way and that Thiago was joining him. She could only imagine how that conversation might have gone, what Thiago’s wife Liesa might think or say. Luckily for her, she had very little time to think about it because she heard Kostas’ key in the door. 

“Kostas tells me you’d like for me to give you a hand with living out a fantasy?” Thiago asked as he sat down next to her on their bed.  “Are you sure you won’t get in trouble? What is Liesa-…” “Liesa already knows and can’t wait to hear all about it. Our marriage is built on trust and communication, she won’t be angry at you. Jealous maybe, but not angry,” Thiago interrupted her. Olivia blinked rapidly.  “O-okay..”  Thiago chuckled. “So, what’s this fantasy Kos keeps telling me about?” “I’ve always kind of wondered what it would be like t-to-.. To have two… uhm..” she tried to explain, blushing at the knowledge that Kostas has been talking about what happened the other day when he caught her literally red-handed. Thiago smiled gently at her. “You want to experience having sex with two men at once?” He filled in the blanks. Olivia nodded. “Okay, what else?”

“I’d like you to go down on me while-.. While Kos takes my mouth,” she said, closing her eyes. 

“I’m sure that can be arranged. If at any point you need to stop or slow down, say stop or squeeze our thigh and we’ll stop,” Thiago said. Olivia nodded, letting them both know she understood. Kostas pulled her up from the bed and against his chest. He kissed her gently first, whispering how proud he was of her, before deepening the kiss. She could feel Thiago stand behind her, moving closer until she was sandwiched between them, kissing her shoulder. She could feel Kostas hardening against her stomach and Thiago against her lower back and the thought alone that they were turned on because of her was enough for her to forget the embarrassment she’d felt earlier. Kostas’ hand rested gently against her cheek as Thiago pushed the strap of her dress and bra down to kiss more of her shoulder. Olivia rocked her hips against both of them, desperately seeking friction. 

“Can I take this off?” Thiago murmured in her ear as he grabbed hold of the hem of her dress. Olivia nodded, raising her arms to help him. Kostas’ attention shifted from her lips to her throat and chest. Olivia arched her back, giving Kostas better access. He nipped gently at the swell of her breast.

“My gorgeous girl..” he whispered. Thiago’s hand came to rest on the closure of her bra and Olivia nodded again without him having to ask. As soon as her bra fell down, Kostas was all over her breasts. She ran a hand through his hair, pulling gently as he took a nipple into his mouth, eliciting a moan from him. Olivia felt Thiago’s hands land on her hips, grinding against her as he looked over her shoulder at what Kostas was doing. Olivia let her head fall back against his shoulder and moaned softly. Kostas lowered to his knees in front of her and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. “Can I take these off?” he asked. 

“Please,” Olivia breathed. Kostas helped her step out of them. 

“You might want to take your shirt off Kos, give Liv some more grip,” Thiago murmured. Kostas nodded and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He then took her ankle and lifted up her leg, placing her foot on his shoulder.

“Lean against me, nena. Let us take care of you,” Thiago whispered in her ear. He still had an arm around her waist and Olivia wrapped her fingers around his wrist as she did what he said, looking down at her boyfriend. 

“So beautiful, baby…” Kostas said, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh. His breath ghosted over her now exposed core, sending shivers down her spine.

“Kos…” she whimpered. Kostas smirked, dipping his head into the apex of her thighs, his hands lightly gripping her. He ran his tongue along her slit, licking her clean.

“Taste so good baby, always so sweet for me..” he said before running his tongue over her clit. Olivia threw her head back with a moan. While Kostas worshipped her on his knees, Thiago used his free hand to play with her breasts, rolling her nipples to stiff peaks as he whispered praise and absolutely filthy things in her ear, his erection pressing firmly against her back. Olivia tightened her grip on Thiago’s wrist and buried her other hand in Kostas’ hair as her climax crashed through her. Kostas gently put her foot back down on the floor and sat back on his haunches, looking up at her, chin and lips glistening with her arousal while his cock was straining against his jeans. Olivia helped him back up and kissed him, tasting herself. 

The three of them moved to the bed, Thiago lying down first. Olivia climbed onto the bed. “Sit on my face, nena. Need to taste you,” Thiago said. She could feel her blush spread from her cheeks to her neck but did as he asked. Kostas came to stand by the side of the bed, helping her position herself over Thiago’s face.

“You’re absolutely sopping wet,” Thiago murmured before pulling her down onto his mouth. “Oh fuck,” Olivia moaned as his tongue entered her. She ground her hips against his face and tried to unbutton Kostas’ jeans.

“Please Kos.. need to suck your cock…” she begged. 

“Fuck, Liv…” he groaned, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his thighs together with his underwear. Olivia took the head of his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Use me Kos, fuck my mouth…” she whispered, looking up at him. Kostas groaned, burying a hand in her hair. Olivia opened her mouth and moaned as Kostas slid his cock in while Thiago sucked on her clit. She braced herself on Kostas’ hips as he did as she asked and fucked her mouth, one hand pulling her hair, the other resting over her hand on his hip. 

“So good.. Liv.. Always so good…” Kostas gasped. 

She could feel her second orgasm building, moaning around Kostas as Thiago slid two fingers into her, stretching  her. 

“Fuck, nena… Taking him so well…” he murmured, adding a third finger. She closed her eyes and let pleasure wash over her as her second orgasm wrecked through her, moaning around Kostas’ cock still in her mouth. Kostas threw his head back with a strangled moan and spilled down her throat before pulling out. Olivia could feel how every single muscle in her body trembled with the intensity of her orgasm and if it weren’t for both Kostas and Thiago holding her up, she would’ve collapsed on the bed. Both of them helped her down onto the mattress. Kostas shed his jeans and underwear and laid down next to her. Thiago was quick to follow suit.

“Are you still sure you want this baby?” Kostas asked her, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead. 

“Yes, just need a minute or two” Olivia murmured. Thiago kissed her shoulder as he pressed himself against her back. “Take all the time you need, nena,” he said softly. Olivia closed her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of the two of them showering her in praise and gentle kisses. 

“How are we going to… do this?” she asked after waking from her catnap. 

“Start by riding Kos,” Thiago instructed. Olivia swung her leg over Kostas’ hips and lowered herself onto him, the both of them moaning as he entered her. Thiago reached over to grab the bottle of lube. “Lie down on me baby,” Kostas murmured. Olivia could feel Thiago move closer, a hand on her ass, squeezing her cheek. For a moment she felt self-conscious, knowing what was about to happen, but all of that was drowned out by the feeling of Thiago slowly pushing his cock into her. Olivia panted, the feeling of the two of them stretching her almost overwhelming. 

“Move your knees a little, just like that baby. Now, you’re in control here. Move as gently or as fast as you need to..” Kostas said, taking hold of her hand.

Olivia tried to move her hips back, but the angle made it hard for her to set the pace she needed.

“‘S not enough,” she whined, “harder… Kos… Please…” She heard Thiago chuckle behind her, hands on her hips. “I’m sure we can help with that, nena,” he said as he pulled out slightly before slamming back into her. The two of them were quick to figure out a rhythm where when one pulled back, the other would enter her again.

“Yes… Oh, fuck,” Olivia moaned. Kostas took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the already sensitive bud. Thiago took hold over the other breast, playing with her nipple.

“So wet for us, nena, taking us so well. Kos was right, wasn’t he? You are such a dirty girl…” Thiago whispered in her ear. Olivia couldn’t respond to him, even if she wanted to. The feeling of being so full, both men pulling and sucking on her nipples, Thiago whispering filthy nothings in her ear and Kostas praising her made her brain short circuit. She hung her head, hair sticking to her forehead, as she moaned and gasped at the sensation of being well and truly fucked by them both. 

“Mmm… Clo-... So.. close.. Please, Kos…” she mumbled.

“Please what, baby?” Kos said, resting his hand around her ribcage just under her breast,.

“Please can I come?” she begged as Thiago sucked on the skin between shoulder and collar bone, groaning as he thrust into her. 

“Come for us baby,” Kostas said, kissing the column of her throat as she arched back into Thiago. Her thighs trembled and she felt that familiar feeling rise in the pit of her stomach, like a coil tightening until it would snap. 

“That’s it, nena, let go…”

Olivia sobbed as her orgasm tore through her, her whole body trembling. She dug her nails into Kostas’ chest, desperate to hold on to something. Her orgasm triggered both of theirs and they spilled deep inside of her. Thiago pulled out and collapsed onto the bed while Kostas gently rolled both of them onto their side before pulling out. Olivia whimpered at the loss.

“You okay baby?” Kostas asked her.

“Mmhmm… so good Kos.. Sore, but so good..” she mumbled, snuggling into his chest, “and absolutely knackered, but so fucking good…” 

Both Kostas and Thiago laughed at that. Olivia tried to keep her eyes open, but failed. She fell asleep listening to Kostas murmur sweet nothings into her hair and them talking in hushed tones, feeling loved and safe in her boyfriend’s arms.

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decorating the house

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 982  Requested: - Warnings: None, fluff, suggestive ending A/N: I wrote this one towards the end of last month, but didn't get around to posting it until now. The idea was kind of inspired by @footballerimaginess blurb on Kos decorating the house

Please let me know what you think! 🧡

Autumn masterlist

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“Hey babe?” came Kostas’ voice from the corridor as he walked into her home office. 

“Mm?” she responded, still focussed on making sense of the numbers on her screen. 

“Oh, you’re working,” he observed when he laid eyes on her.

“Gimme a minute..” she said, mumbling something under her breath about men named Greg and their inability to organise. Kostas smiled as he watched her work. She sighed and rolled her shoulders, pushing her blue light glasses up into her hair as she spun around.

“Okay, you had a question?” 

“Yeah, where do we keep the Halloween stuff? I tried the garage but it’s not there,” Kostas said.

“It’s up in the loft with the Christmas decorations. Why?”

“Oh, just thought I could decorate while you worked. The lads made it into a competition to see who could decorate the best. I have a feeling some of them will cheat by asking their partners to do it and then taking the credit,” Kostas explained, a child-like glint in his eyes. 

“Sounds like fun. What’s the prize?” 

“Pep said he’d get the winner a bottle of wine. Second and third both get Halloween sweets.” 

“So everyone’s a winner?” Kostas shrugged. “All right, well I’d say do your best– or worst since it’s Halloween,” she continued. She wondered if she should be concerned about the grin that broke on her boyfriend’s face when she gave him free rein like that, but decided it would probably be fine. What was the worst that could happen?

Kostas hadn’t been lying when he said he wanted to decorate. When she emerged from her office three hours later to get coffee, he had already decorated the staircase and hallway. She stopped in her tracks to take it all in. He’d strung cobwebs through the balusters of the staircase, adorning them with tiny black plastic spiders. The wall of the entryway was decorated with paper bats. She had a feeling he’d spent a good amount of time making those because she’d never seen them before. Her pumpkin-shaped glass jar had been filled with battery operated fairy lights, and placed on the entryway table. It looked really good, she had to admit.

As she moved into the living room, she stopped again. Their dining room table was covered in decorations and art supplies. Kostas was focussed on something that involved a glue gun and some candles. She dug her phone out of her back pocket and snapped a quick photo of him. Placing her mug down on the kitchen island, she moved to stand behind him.

“How’s it going?” she asked softly as to not startle him.

“So far so good. Did you see the staircase? And the wall?” Kostas said, looking up from his work. Now that she was closer, she saw he was using old crayons to add a drip-effect to some of the left over candles from last year. 

“Mmhmm. Where did the bats come from? I don’t remember them from last year?” 

He looked at her with a grin.

“That’s because I made them. Found a tutorial on Pinterest, it was easy enough to follow. I made too many so I used some for the wall behind the TV as well,” he said, pointing towards the fireplace. She followed with her eyes, taking in the paper bats and the cobwebs draped over the mantle. He’d put her skull candle holders down already and the two fake dog skeletons.

“And I saw someone use these things to make dripping candles,” he continued, holding up the crayons.

“Is that what the glue gun is for?” she asked, picking strings of fake cobwebs out of his hair. 

“Uhu, you put the thing in there,” he said, loading another crayon into the opening where the glue stick would normally go, “and then the heat will melt the wax. It’s easier than the blow dryer.” He nodded to her discarded blow dryer as if to prove his point. 

She smiled, watching him move the glue gun around the pillar candle until it looked like blood was dripping down it. Pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, she moved back to the kitchen to make herself another coffee. While the Nespresso machine spluttered away, she rested against the counter. 

“I think you might win this Kos,” she said as she took another look at what he had done so far.

“Really?” 

She nodded in reply and retrieved her mug. Taking a sip, she sat down opposite him at the table. 

“Can you film me making these candles so Pep knows I did it?” 

She smiled at how eager he was to get this right but got her phone out and started filming him crafting away. Turning around, she zoomed in on the fireplace.

“Just so you know Pep, Kos is in charge of decorating from now on. Couldn’t have done it better myself,” she said before turning back around. Kostas laughed and finished his final candle. He unplugged the glue gun, and gathered the candles. She kept filming him as he placed them down on the mantle. 

“Babe, if football somehow doesn’t work out for you, you have a future in interior design,” she commented as she put her phone down. Kostas beamed at her from across the room, admiring his own work. She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him. 

“My beautiful Kos, a man of many talents..” she murmured and kissed him briefly. Kostas tightened his arms around her, chasing her lips when she pulled back. 

“Mm, follow me upstairs and I’ll demonstrate something else I’m really good at,” he pretty much purred in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. 

“Gotta clean up first babe, you made a mess.” 

“Give me five minutes and I’ll show you just how much of a mess I can make,” he replied, moving his lips down to her neck. 

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Paper bats The mantel

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let it snowman

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 1152 Warnings: None, fluff Request: making snowmen For @lfc21, merry Christmas babe! I hope you like it <3

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She had just put the capsule in the Nespresso machine when she heard someone storming down the stairs. She hid a yawn behind her hand and turned around to see her boyfriend pulling on his shoes somehow while still walking.

“It’s still dark out, why are you fully dressed?” she mumbled.

“Didn’t you see?” Kostas asked excitedly, pointing at the windows in the living room. She followed his finger and was about to ask him what he was on about when she noticed the grass was no longer green. The entire garden had been blanketed in white during the night. She stifled another yawn and shook her head.

“No, I hadn’t noticed yet. Doesn’t answer why you’re fully dressed tho,” she said, picking up her mug. She blew on it, before taking a careful sip of her coffee. 

“Because I’m gonna build a snowman,” Kostas replied, pulling his bobble hat over his ears. The duh was very much implied. 

“Kos, it’s half past seven in the morning. The sun isn’t even up yet,” she said, leaning against the kitchen counter, “let’s eat first okay?” 

Kostas heaved a sigh so dramatic it put many three-year-olds to shame, but toed off his shoes and pulled the beanie off his head. She shook her head and tried to keep her lips from curling up in a smile. As Kostas put his shoes and winter gear back in the hallway, she took a pot down from the shelf and got started on making them both porridge. 

“Do you have work today?” Kostas asked as he came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her. The Nespresso machine was spluttering away to make another coffee for him. 

“I’ll have to check, but if it snowed as much as I think it did, I doubt it,” she replied as she stirred. “How cross will the club’s nutritionist be if I add some of these?” she asked, holding up the jar of chocolate chips.

Kostas chuckled. “I won’t tell her if you won’t.” She quickly added more than a healthy amount of chocolate chips to the porridge and watched them melt. Kostas handed her two bowls and carried her coffee to their breakfast nook. She turned the hob off and joined him at the table. She quickly checked her phone between two mouthfuls of breakfast to see that her office had shut down due to the weather. 

“Looks like you’ll have a helping hand in building a snowman today,” she commented as she put her phone down. Kostas silently cheered before taking a sip of his own coffee. 

While she got dressed, Kostas cleared down and loaded the bowls and pot into the dishwasher. By the time she got downstairs, Kostas was already waiting by the door. She chuckled and wrapped a thick woolly scarf around herself. 

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” Kostas sang as he helped her in her coat, making her laugh. She dug a pair of mittens out of the basket with winter stuff and pushed him out the door. A shiver ran through them both when the wind blew in their faces. 

“Come on!” Kostas called, making his way to the end of their driveway. She noticed they weren’t the only ones outside. A handful of the neighbourhood children were already working on building snowmen in their own gardens. She waved at one of their elderly neighbours stood in the window before shifting focus to Kostas. She laughed as she saw him try and roll a snowball over the ground to pick up more snow. 

“Babe, have you ever built a snowman before?” she asked as she walked over to him. 

“Once,” Kostas confessed with a chuckle. She shook her head and took over, showing him it was easier to build up first before rolling to get more snow. 

How it happened, she wasn’t sure, but they had somehow ended up with a group of children in their front garden. She and Kostas had abandoned their own snowman to help the children build theirs. 

“Do you have carrots? Dad says we don’t have any,” one of the little boys asked her. 

“I don’t think we do. I also don’t think we have enough scarves for all these snowpeople,” she said. Kostas looked up at them, eyes twinkling. 

“No, but I do have something else. George, how many snowpeople are there?”

“Uhm,” the boy said before counting them, “six I think.” 

“Perfect,” Kostas said as he made his way to the door with the promise to be right back. She had no idea what her boyfriend was up to and told the children as much. It didn’t take long for Kostas to return with an arm full of clothes. 

“I remembered I have a closet full of jerseys,” he explained as he started handing them out. With a little help, all six snowpeople got dressed in various Liverpool shirts. She had even managed to dig up a baseball cap for one of them per request of one of the girls who lived across the street. By the time they were finished, the sun had started to peak over the rooftops, throwing long shadows on the snow covered ground. Kostas wrapped an arm around her as they admired the snowpeople. 

“A snowy five-a-side team complete with a manager,” he said. 

“You should send a photo to the lads, I’m sure Jordan and Milly will be thrilled they’ve been replicated in snow,” she added with a chuckle. Kostas laughed softly but dug his phone out of his pocket. As he put his gloves back on, one of the parents came outside with a tray of mugs. She could see the steam rising off them. 

“Who wants tea?” he called. She recognised him as one of George’s dads and gladly accepted one of the mugs. 

“Thank you for keeping an eye on them. George was so excited when he saw it had snowed. Daniel barely managed to get breakfast in him,” Martin said. 

“I know the feeling,” she said with a chuckle, nodding at Kostas, who in turn stuck his tongue out at her. 

“Dad! Look! We made a snow-Hendo!” George beamed at his dad. 

“I see, darling! Looks good! Did you say thank you to Kostas?” George nodded and handed the empty mug back to his dad. 

“Alright, your far is waiting for you. He made some food for grandma and grandpa,” Martin said and planted a kiss on the boy’s woolly hat. George waved goodbye and ran back to his house. She returned the now empty mug to Martin, thanking him for the tea. 

“What else is on your snow day to do list?” she asked him when Kostas pulled her in for a kiss. 

“Snuggle up under loads of blankets and watch Christmas films,” he replied, rubbing his nose against hers. 

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” she murmured, kissing him once more.

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Prompts

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Decorating the tree

Dancing in the snow

Present shopping

Gift giving

Making a gingerbread house

Snowball fight

Mistletoe

Christmas baking

Christmas market

Making snowmen

Watching Christmas movies

Dancing to Christmas music

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Marcos Llorente

Fernando Torres

John Stones

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Going for walks in the woods

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 1330 Requested: no, but dedicated to @kostasstsimikass for writing A+ Kos fanfics (and to celebrate two wins in a row, who would've thought that would happen based on our performance so far? Not me 😅) Warnings: None, pure fluff A/N: This idea wouldn't leave me alone when I read the prompt. Please let me know what you think 🧡

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He pulled his scarf tighter around his face. It was a lovely autumn morning; the air was crisp and a fog danced low over the ground. The still rising sun cast long shadows over the trails leading deeper into the woods. Kostas was still getting used to the cold. He had managed when he lived in the Netherlands, and he was sure he’d get used to it in Liverpool as well. He turned his face up when a ray of sun filtered through the canopy of the trees, taking a deep breath. A smile tugged on his lips as he felt the warmth on his cheeks. It was still early, there were hardly any people on the trails this morning so he took his time soaking up the sun. His two dogs were waiting for their owner to continue walking, one more patiently than the other. Before it really registered, Kostas felt Fuerte tug on the leash, pulling it out of his hand. Kostas tried to get a better grip, but Fuerte had already run off. The Liverpool defender let out a string of curses. He called after his dog, picking up the pace with Maui.

She was enjoying the silence of the woods. Normally, she didn’t have time to go on a run before work but today was her day off. She looked at her watch to check her heart rate and distance, but looked up when she heard barking. The dog was running straight towards her, tongue hanging out. He seemed to be enjoying himself, letting out another bark before jumping up against her. She let out a laugh, not moving quick enough. She lost her balance and fell on her bum, letting out a shriek as she went down. The dog was quick to come lick her face.

“Hey bud, okay, alright. Thank you for the kisses,” she cooed, moving to sit up and pulling the dog away from her face. She scratched him behind the ears as she looked for a tag on his collar. The dog plopped on his hind legs, letting her pet him.

“Where’s your owner, bud? Hmm? What are you doing all by yourself?” she murmured, still petting the dog. They both looked up when they heard someone calling out. The dog barked once, but made no attempt to leave.

“That your owner, bud?” she asked him, getting a lick in return making her laugh once more. 

“I am so sorry!” Kostas said when he spotted Fuerte licking a stranger’s face, “Fuerte, come here boy!” 

Fuerte looked at him, tilting his head, but made no attempt to listen. Instead he planted his front paws on the woman’s thighs, giving her another lick. The woman let out a laugh, scratching him behind the ears. She pushed the dog off her lap and rose from the ground.

“Here,” she said, handing him the leash, “I think this belongs to you?” Her eyes twinkled with the laughter still evident in her voice. Kostas muttered a thank you, taking in the mud on her olive green running leggings.

“I’m sorry for ruining your clothes. He normally behaves very well,” Kostas apologised. The woman shrugged, looking at her leggings as if to assess the damage. “That’s what they invented washing machines for.” She threw him a smile when she looked back up. Kostas was struck by her beauty; her coppery blond hair was pulled up in a ponytail, she had a gorgeous smile that reached her hazel brown eyes. The sunlight filtering through the trees highlighted a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Kostas was aware that he was staring. He cleared his throat, looking away from her to his two dogs. 

“Let me- can I make it up to you? Can I buy you a coffee? Or- or tea?” he rambled. She chuckled, pulling the sleeves of her top over her hands.

“I’ll never say no to tea. There’s a café near the car park which also has a to go window. I was heading that direction anyway,” she said, pointing behind Kostas. 

“So, how long have you been in England?” she asked, breaking the initial silence on their walk back to the car park.

“Since August. I moved here for work. My dogs came over last month,” he answered. 

“What do you do for work, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Ah, I’m a footballer. For Liverpool. You’re not an Everton fan, are you?” he replied jokingly.

She chuckled. “No, I’m from London originally, don’t worry. If anything, I’m a Gunner.” 

“As my teammate would say, at least not a Manc,” Kostas grinned, causing her to laugh. 

They reached the café and Kostas ordered them both a hot drink. She directed them to an empty bench and they sat down. Fuerte and Maui laid down at Kostas’s feet, more than happy to stay there for a bit. 

“So,” Kostas said, breaking the silence, “do you often go to the woods?” She nodded and took another sip.

“I try to go for a run every day after work. Helps clear the cobwebs after a day stuck behind a screen.” They were quiet for a moment. Kostas fidgeted with the carton sleeve of his to go mug, wanting to ask her for at least her number, but not knowing how without seeming like a total creep. She took her final sip, throwing the empty cup in the bin as she got up.

“Thanks for the tea Kostas. And thank you for the kisses Fuerte,” she said, crouching down to give both dogs a final head scratch. 

“You’re welcome. See you around maybe?” Kostas said. She smiled at him and nodded.

“I hope so.” And off she went, leaving Kostas behind with his thoughts. Fuerte looked at him, head slightly tilted as if to say really? After all I did for you? 

“I know, I know…” he muttered, rising to stand as well. “Come one, let’s go home.” 

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“For fuck’s sake, not again,” Kostas groaned when Fuerte tugged his leash loose again. He normally prided himself on how well-behaved his dogs were, but Fuerte had figured out to strike when he was distracted –which he was seeing as he had been deep in thought, mind on the games coming up. Fuerte let out a happy bark and ran off. Kostas was quick to follow him, breaking out into a jog, pulling Maui along with him. He was a defender for crying out loud; he should be able to catch his dog, but Fuerte had other ideas. Kostas heard the person finding his dog before he could see them. Hearing them laugh set off butterflies in his stomach. 

“Did you run off again Fuerte? Maybe we need to talk to Kos and see if we can go running together, hm?” she whispered to the dog, petting his head. She chuckled when Fuerte licked her cheek in agreement.

“Sorry, I swear I trained him better than this,” Kostas said, rubbing his neck. She looked up, meeting his eyes and smiled at him. 

“It’s okay. Fuerte and I are best buds, aren’t we?” she cooed. Fuerte let out a bark in reply. 

Kostas laughed at that. After Fuerte’s first run in with her, they’d met up a couple of times to walk his dogs together which evolved into them falling head over heels for each other. She had moved into his apartment last week and their one year anniversary was coming up next month. 

“How was your run?” he asked her, taking her hand in his as they walked to the car park. Fuerte had decided that she was the only one to hold his leash, so they each had a dog.

“It was good. Love this time of year,” she replied with a smile, squeezing his hand.

“Mm, me too. Love you more though,” Kostas said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She chuckled, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. 

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a cold and lonely christmas

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 1514  Warnings: None Request: Making a gingerbread house For @kostasstsimikass, merry Christmas babe!

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Ever since joining Liverpool, Kostas hadn’t felt this alone. All his teammates were talking about their plans for the holidays and the AXA training centre was fully decorated with trees in almost every corner. But Kostas didn’t feel festive –he felt sad. Not even his favourite Christmas jumper managed to cheer him up because he knew that once training was done, he’d be alone for the holidays. Kostas sighed and pushed his lunch around on his plate.

“You okay Kos?” Curtis asked him as he sat down next to him. Kostas shrugged in response. “Not in the Christmas spirit?” Thiago tried to joke. Kostas shook his head, shoulders slumped. 

“I love Christmas… Just not this year…” Kostas said quietly before getting up to return his tray. Without saying anything else, he left the building to go home. 

He did love this time of year. When he still lived at home, his mamá would start decorating the house on December first and there would always be festive treats waiting for him when he got back from school. Later, when he broke through to the first team at Olympiakos, the winter break would always fall in such a way he’d be home for Christmas. Even when he was on loan at Willem II, he could be home for Christmas. Come to think of it, Kostas had never –or at least very rarely– not been home for Christmas. 

This came to an end when he signed for Liverpool. Kostas knew going in that the Premier League had a long-standing tradition of having fixtures on either Christmas Eve or Boxing Day. The silver lining for him had been the fact that his girlfriend had come with him to England and that, because of the pandemic, neither of them could go home for the holidays. It was that year that they had started their own Christmas tradition and Kostas couldn’t wait to hopefully one day share it with their children. 

Kostas smiled sadly as he thought about that first year in England. It had been a cold winter, and he had hoped for snow. He loved snow, in some ways that little kid had never grown up. His girlfriend didn’t mind the cold; she was used to it having grown up in the Netherlands, but she wasn’t a fan of snow. They were sat where he was now sitting, at the kitchen island, steaming mugs of hot chocolate in front of them, when Liselotte had pulled out a gingerbread house kit out of a cupboard. Her eyes had lit up when she smiled as she explained that this could become their own little Christmas tradition: hot chocolate and gingerbread house building. 

And it had been, for two years, but this year would be different. While he was stuck in Liverpool during the holidays because of a match on Boxing Day, Liselotte would travel to visit her family. He was kicking himself for telling her to go after she’d offered to stay in England with him. The house felt too big and cold without her here and there was no amount of holiday films or music he could play to fill the emptiness. Not even the twinkling lights in the tree could lift his spirits. Sighing, he stirred the already melted whipped cream into his cooling hot chocolate. It was going to be a lonely Christmas, and Kostas was not looking forward to it.

The sound of the key in the door pulled him from his self-pity filled thoughts. At first he didn’t think too much of it, figuring one of his teammates came by to check on him. So to say he was a little shocked to look up and right into Liselotte’s sparkling blue eyes as she walked into the kitchen, would be an understatement.

“Lotte? W-what are you-... I thought-...” Kostas couldn’t finish his sentences. His thoughts were a jumbled mess. He heard her chuckle as she closed the door to the hallway. 

“B-but your train? You’ll miss your connecting train to Amsterdam!” 

Lotte brushed her hair away from her face and made her way over to him.

“I cancelled my trip,” she said. 

“Why? I thought you were going home for Christmas? You were so excited to see your family,” Kostas replied, brows knitting together in confusion. His eyes followed her as she opened the kitchen cupboard to get a mug. 

“Well,” she said, pouring the remaining hot chocolate in her mug, “I couldn’t leave you all alone.” Lotte turned around and sat down next to him. “What kind of girlfriend would that make me?” 

Kostas felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth and leaned against her. Lotte smiled back, running a hand through his hair. “Besides, we have a tradition to uphold. S’not Christmas without a gingerbread house,” she added, planting a soft kiss on his temple. 

They were still sitting at the kitchen table. Lotte had made a pot of mulled wine and had left it simmering while they finished dinner. The smell of cinnamon filled the entire house and Kostas inhaled the scent mixed with orange as he took a sip of the hot drink, sighing contently. Lotte looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“I’m just really happy… I felt kinda lonely today, and sad. Christmas is my favourite time of year and not being able to spend it with family sucks…” 

“Oh baby, I know,” Lotte said, her voice soft, rubbing a hand down his arm, “I phoned my parents when I got to the office. You looked so deflated when I left this morning and I just couldn’t leave you. Mum was more than understanding and instead offered to come over just after Christmas.” 

Kostas moved his face closer to hers, careful not to spill his mulled wine. 

“I love you,” he murmured in the space between their lips, before leaning down to kiss her. 

“Love you too, Kos,” Lotte whispered as she kissed him back. “Shall we build that gingerbread house now?” 

He nodded and helped her up from the chair. Lotte had already pulled out all the sprinkles and decorations they could possibly need and had laid them out on the kitchen island. Kostas pushed the sleeves of his jumper up and opened the box.

“We should be pros at this by now,” Lotte said as she massaged the bag of pre-made icing. Kostas laughed. She was right, this was their third gingerbread house so in theory they should know exactly how to put it together. 

“I swear, it’s like building IKEA furniture; you always end up with a somewhat assembled chair and three left-over screws,” Kostas said, chuckling. Lotte laughed and picked up the first wall. 

“Let’s see if this year’ll be any different.” 

Lotte was pretty sure she had icing in her hair, but at least the structure was somewhat stable. As always, they had needed way more icing than the kit provided so she had quickly made an extra batch. Kostas was still holding the spoon he had used to dollop it onto the walls of the house. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Kos, what are you-...” She couldn’t even finish her sentence before he booped her on the nose with it, leaving a dollop of icing. Lotte stared at him, mouth open in shock as Kostas laughed, head thrown back. She quickly grabbed the other spoon and swiped it at his cheek. He grinned and pulled her closer to him, kissing the icing off her nose.

“I surrender,” he murmured against her cheek, rubbing the icing from his face onto hers.

“Weird way of showing it,” she retorted in mock annoyance and felt him chuckle as a reply.  

“I’ll let you pick all the decorations to make up for it,” he said.

“And you won’t complain about not using the green gumdrops?”

Kostas raised his fist, pinky finger raised. “Promise.” 

He loved watching her decorate the gingerbread house. Lotte always stuck the tip of her tongue out when she had to focus on something and now was no different as she piped the shingles of the roof. 

“Could you pass me the white pearlie-looking things?” she asked, pointing in the general direction. Kostas handed her the bowl in question and nicked another green gumdrop. He felt so much lighter than he did this morning. Knowing he wouldn’t be alone this year had lifted the heaviness he’d been feeling for a few days.

“Alright, I think I’m done,” Lotte pulled him back from his thoughts. He came to stand next to her, an arm wrapped around her waist as she spun the house around so they could look at all the angles.

“It looks great babe, excellent job,” he said. Lotte turned to look at him, a smile on her lips. He kissed her softly, a hand resting on her jaw, thumb caressing her cheek. 

“Thanks Kos,” Lotte replied in the space between their lips. She raised her fist, mirroring what he had done earlier. “Promise we’ll never spend Christmas alone,” she said. Kostas wrapped his pinky around hers. 

“Promised.” 

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Autumn oneshots

Getting caught in the rain - Antoine Griezman

Going for walks in the woods - Kostas Tsimikas

Bonfires - Marcos Llorente

Deciding on Halloween costumes

Watching scary films - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Cuddling - Mats Hummels

Going trick or treating - Jordan Henderson

Cosy nights in  - Virgil van Dijk

Pumpkin spice lattes - Jan Oblak

Muddy puddles

Bookstores & coffees - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Decorating the house - Kostas Tsimikas

Blackberry picking - Mats Hummels

Baking

Weekend getaway - Fernando Torres

Full masterlist

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Kostas Tsimikas masterlist

Oneshots

Going for walks in the woods Decorating the house a cold and lonely Christmas let it snowman my mind finds peace (in the shade of you)

Smut

in silent screams and wildest dreams (i never dreamt of this) I'll be your hideaway

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For Christmas this year I want to challenge myself. I've absolutely loved writing all the autumn fics, so I want to try something similar for December: 12 days of fluffmas -a fluffy oneshot/drabble in the days leading up to Christmas starting on 2/12

Some of you might read this and think, "hey, didn't you post this before?" and you'd be correct, I did. Like back in September 🙈 However, I did make a slight alteration to the original form. I decided to remove the dialogue prompts because I realised that including both a scenario and a dialogue prompt would be asking too much of my writing ability. I'll be reaching out to the two lovely people who've already requested theirs about this.

If you want to request a Christmas or winter themed oneshot, you can go here

I already have two requests for this, so there's 10 left 😊

If you have any questions, feel free to reach out!

12 Days of Fluffmas prompts

Decorating the tree

Dancing in the snow

Present shopping

Gift giving

Making a gingerbread house (taken)

Snowball fight

Mistletoe

Christmas baking

Christmas market

Making snowmen

Watching Christmas movies

Dancing to Christmas music (taken)

Requested so far*

Kostas Tsimikas

Aramis/Queen Anne

*I'll be updating this list as time goes on

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