Currently on Shift: Marcus, Carmen, Richie, Sydney, Fak, Mikey, Luca, Sweeps, Gn Reader
Marcus - Not doing it and rubs it in
Why would he ever agree to a challenge like that? How could he deprive himself of you for an entire month? You’re his whole world.
He might get teased for not taking part, but when you spend the entirety of November coming into The Bear, everyone soon shuts up. Some might call it rubbing it in their faces; Marcus calls it showering his partner in some well-deserved attention.
Fak pats him on the back because he gets it.
Carmen - Not doing it, regrets it
He thinks it's stupid and does not partake. Shakes his head when the bets start rolling in. He shares enough of his life with these idiots; he doesn’t want to start sharing his sex life, too. Then it’s halfway through November, the winner's money pile is looking pretty big, and when the winner is announced, he realises he would have won anyway because he had been so busy you hadn’t had sex that entire time.
Tries to make this argument when the winner is being crowned and the bet money is changing hands, but Fak and Richie will not let him join in. He then has to take so much shit about how every month is No-Nut November for him.
Decides to take part the next year, and he loses the first day.
Luca - You’re the one doing it (for about 3 days)
He thinks it’s so stupid and didn’t realise anyone actually did it. So when you announce you are taking part, he is such a little shit about it. He never wears a shirt if he can help it and makes sure his shirts are tight around his arms when he reluctantly does. Touches you often, a warm palm on your back to steady you when the boat rocks. A kiss to your neck for a job well done.
You fold embarrassingly quickly and hand your money over to your friends without looking them in the eye.
Richie - Starts the betting pool
He thinks it's stupid, until Fak questions his self-control and 30 minutes of yelling later, Richie is the one bragging about how he’s going to win, and none of the other chumps have the restraint he does. His argument with Fak is what starts the winner's prize fund, but he starts the betting pool all on his own. He has a folder in the back that he updates daily.
You make his life a living hell, you don’t even mean to, you’re just walking around with his shirt on, and he’s fighting for his life. It's like everything you do is suddenly dialled up to 12, the way you eat, the way you lean in to hear him talk, what kills him is when you laugh at one of his jokes.
Then he wears those damn sweat pants, and it’s over because you're on your knees and he’s white knuckling the kitchen counter.
Sydney - Almost makes it all the way
She is one of many people Richie riled up to increase the winner's prize fund. Starts as an argument about how gross it is, but suddenly her name is on the chalkboard. Tries at first, but when Richie lost, she stops caring so much. Everyone starts dropping like flies, and she really thinks she might make it, finds herself thinking about how she might spend the prize money.
Then she fumbles one morning when she's half-asleep. She only remembers when she's drinking her morning coffee on the L. She is fuming, and Richie does not let it go; all her talk about women having more control than men, thrown back in her face.
Wins next year and smiles all smug at Richie as she fans herself with the prize money.
Fak - It was his idea in the first place
No one remembers, because Richie had been so vocal, but it had been Faks' idea to do this from the start. He got Richie into it and knew he would rope everyone else in soon enough. Despite this, he gives in on day one, but lies to everyone about it the whole time. Only, he never actually mentioned anything about this to you, so when you visit and ask about the scoreboard in the office, Richie proudly tells you about the whole thing. You laugh and accidentally spill the beans that Fak has not attempted No Nut November. Fak is mad, you’re also mad, Richie is mad, and it ends in chaos.
If only he had told you from the start, you think you’re a great liar (you’re not).
Fak is barred next year.
Michael - Tries, fails, lies
He is goaded by Richie and Fak, but he doesn’t take it that seriously. In fact, as soon as he breaks, he just lies the whole time to make everyone keep going as long as possible. He tells you about it because he is not an idiot. Doesn’t actually want to take the prize money; he just thinks it’s funny watching Richie and everyone struggle while he’s having you anyway he wants you in the backroom. He ‘makes’ it almost all the way to the end, convinced he’s going to ‘win’ and piss Richie off by confessing he broke before Richie did.
Until Tina opens the fridge and finds you both going at it.
Does exactly the same thing next year.
Sweeps - Wins
He has the most amazing self-control. Starts meditating in the morning. This man will not break. He has your full support when you find out about the prize money. You both start to make plans on how you’re going to spend your prize money pretty early, because you kind of know you have this in the bag. You bet on yourselves, and the odds were very much in your favour. You cleaned Richie out.
Once you win, you spend the money on a weekend away and send pics in the work chat of you celebrating and spending the winnings. Maybe you accidentally sent some other celebratory photos as well. When he comes back to work after the weekend, poor Sweeps can barely stand
He gets shit for it for weeks, but he just shrugs it off. Why would he be embarrassed that his partner is great in bed?
In hindsight, maybe everyone was a bit too confident in themselves when putting money in the pot, because the prize pool was ridiculous.
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𝒮𝓃𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓉 (𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝐵𝒯𝒞!): Sunday. The one day a week that Noma is closed. The one day a week that your sweet, sunshiney boy got to stay home with you and ‘rot away in bed together all day’ as you called it which always gave him a good chuckle. But he loved these days, the relaxation and peace of waking up with you and having nothing on his plate felt like a taste of heaven every single week. This Sunday was no different. It was nearing 7 now, so you knew Luca would be up soon. Being the sweetheart you always were to him (since he of course deserved it) you padded quietly into the small kitchen of your shared house boat and clicked on the electric kettle.
♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It is you & Lucas favorite day of the week, Sunday, Noma is closed and you get to rot all day long in bed together <3
♡ 𝐖/𝐂: 2.6K+
♡ 𝐀/𝐍: Helloooooo!!! I am sorry to all those rotting away in my inbox Luca in S3 gave me insatiable brain worms im still working through forgive me!! I hope this Luca yumminess keeps you satiated while I continue working on requests! This man is a sweet fluffy golden retriever in my mind so thats how he's written! Hope you enjoy :D
♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐓𝐂: Fluff, Smut, Unprotected PV sex, Reader has a vagina & is referred to as 'sweet girl', No use of y/n, Size kink (Luca HAS to be hung. like theres no way he isnt.)
Sunday. The one day a week that Noma is closed. The one day a week that your sweet, sunshiney boy got to stay home with you and ‘rot away in bed together all day’ as you called it which always gave him a good chuckle. But he loved these days, the relaxation and peace of waking up with you and having nothing on his plate felt like a taste of heaven every single week. This Sunday was no different. It was nearing 7 now, so you knew Luca would be up soon. Being the sweetheart you always were to him (since he of course deserved it) you padded quietly into the small kitchen of your shared house boat and clicked on the electric kettle.
You plunked a chai bag in for yourself and an English breakfast tea bag into his mug and grabbed out the cream and honey. That was something he had started ever since you’d been dating. He thought it was strange at first, since his family always put little sugar cubes in his tea but he found it gave it a much more natural tasting sweetness when you added the honey for him. You were sure to get the kettle just before it screeched and heard the sounds of Luca turning over in bed, likely in search of you from where you left him on his side all curled into himself how you often found him after he’d fallen asleep holding you.
“Darling?” His husky voice called.
“Coming doll, just putting things away” you explained, putting the cream back in the fridge and cinnamon and honey back in the cupboard before grabbing both steaming mugs and heading back to bed. “Morning handsome” you said and he smiled a bit.
“Morning love, what do I do to deserve you, hm?” He took his cup, placing it on the nightstand. “I would love to extend my gratitude in a kiss, do you accept?” He asked in that silly way he always knew would make you giggle, and of course you did.
“I love you, c’mere dork” you set your tea down on your own bedside table and he swiftly pulls you into his lap, kissing all over your face and neck in sweet short pecks. “Oh my gosh! That tickles, Luc!” You laughed, shoulders curling up to save you from his tickle attack.
“You said you accepted so accept!” He teased, wrapping his strong arms around your middle and kissed your jaw with one dramatic final peck and a mmmuah! Before resting his forehead on your temple and giving you a sweet kunik kiss “love you” he said softly and you felt your cheeks heating, turning and resting your forehead on his.
“I love you, I think our tea should be drinkable now” you said and he gave you one more gentle peck before leaning against the headboard.
“Look at that, cinnamon and everything” he said and took a sip from the steaming cup, humming in satisfaction. “Thank you darling” he rested his head back and shut his eyes, and it was your turn now to shower his pretty face in gentle affection, kissing each and every little freckle of his, being sure to kiss along the trail of stubble that had grown since he’d not shaved since yesterday morning.
“Of course. Have I told you how gorgeous you are in the morning, Chef?” You mused, gently smoothing down his wild locks from the pillows during the night and sometimes nuzzled into your chest, since he was convinced that was the best pillow in the house.
“You’ve said so before I believe” he joked, peeking an eye open at you adorably as you gently stroked his cheeks with cupped hands. “If you keep stroking me like a pet I’m going to fall back asleep, angel” he took another sip of his tea and this time when he rested his head back you left supple kisses on his closed lids, causing him to smile and blush a bit at the tickle feeling.
“You deserve some more sleep sweets, nearly 14 hour days this week. My poor love, 80 hours is a killer workweek” you cooed, kissing his temple when he rested his face in the crook of your shoulder nuzzling you adorably and relishing in his well earned and much deserved attention.
“Thought about you multiple times an hour every one of the 80” he said sweetly, planting a kiss on your collarbone. “And just how bad I missed you” he kissed your neck “in more ways than one” he nibbled just below your pulse point, resting his tea back on the nightstand and soothing over the bite with his tongue, the sting and warmth causing you to let out a small gasp. You couldn’t help the smirk forming on your lips, hand trailing back and finding his hair as you leaned into him.
“Yeah? You wanna show how much you missed me baby?” You gently tug on his frizzy strands from the night and his warm hand trails over your abdomen, rucking up one of his t-shirts you’d stolen for bed and rubbing his flat warm hand over your belly.
“I do, may I take these off love?” He thumbs at the waistband of your panties and you smile slightly at his constant need to not waste any time.
“You can, baby” you lay back on your side of the bed and he swiftly tugs them off before laying between your plush thighs and ravaging them with kisses. You gently scratch his hair and his eyes fall shut as he nuzzled his face into your soft flesh, enjoying the warmth and comfort you offered after such a brutal week in the kitchen.
“Love you” he mumbled again, before kissing your thigh down, down, down to where you were aching for him most. “Love you more then anything, princess.” He kissed over your nether lips with a gentle movement, easing his tongue on the outside of your folds and smirking into you as he felt you shiver beneath him.
“Please” you breathe, tugging his hair.
“I’m gonna take care of you, love. I always do” he spread you out with one of his large tattooed hands, admiring the look of your cunt which always brought heat to your cheeks. “So pretty” he muttered before licking a gentle, flat stripe up your hole that was already dripping wet, over your folds that he flicked with his tongue, up to your clit where he attached his pretty lips and sucked in a way that made your hips twitch and back arch.
You let out a whiny moan, looking down at him to see his piercing blue eyes melting into yours, cheeks flush with lust as he gauged your every reaction. “Feels -ah- so- so good, Lu- I missed you so much this week fuck” your head dropped back to the pillow in bliss, eyes fluttering shut. He trailed his tongue down, lapping at your cunt while his adorable nose rubbed at your clit like a man starved. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” you gasped, tugging on his hair tighter “please- please fuck me, Lu. Wanna feel you I miss you”
“Can I make you finish on my mouth, then I’ll fuck you?” He asked in that sweet, innocent way. Like he wasn’t asking about fucking you raw on a Sunday morning and instead was telling someone how many grams of sugar they need in their frosting. A genuine question,with his nose wet from your arousal like a puppy, if you said no he would get right to work. That was something about Luca, he knew his job was overly demanding - so the fact that you wait at home for him to only get a few short hours together before bed every night and this one precious day a week together - he wanted to be sure to give you whatever you wanted.
“Please” you beg, pushing his face back where it was and moaning out when he continued tonguing your pussy as he rubbed your clit expertly with the bridge of his nose. “So perfect- god you’re so perfect Lu - so so strong, and- and smart- just like that baby” you gasped. He hummed at the praise and you knew his cheeks were gonna be bright pink by the time he finished with all this praise he was getting. “An- so pretty” you spread your thighs further “no one can get me off like you do, baby. I love you” you said and he gave you a wet kiss on your inner thigh in response and thanks for your praise before continuing.
It wasn’t long until you were whining his name and clenching around his fingers he used to get you ready for him, since neither of you wanted to take things slow this morning and with Luca unless you were going very slow you had to prepare or things could end badly. Safe to say your boyfriend was blessed in his pants many times over, but after 9 months of being together you thankfully had gotten used to the large stretch it gives. “That’s it. What a good girl, sound so pretty when you cum, you know that angel? So beautiful” he cooed in your ear as his fingers worked you through your high, jaw lacks in a silent scream and brows furrowed at the intense pleasure.
He kissed over your jaw and cheeks, stopping as soon as you whined it was too much. “What do you want darling” he cradled you, kissing your now sweaty forehead as you rested over him in post orgasmic bliss.
“Want another just- just give me a second” you kiss his jaw lazily and rest your face on his shoulder. Legs and core still twitching every so often from your comedown “felt so good Lu, so good” you mumble, kissing his warm skin.
“Yeah? I’m glad baby that’s what I’m here for” he rubbed your side lovingly and kissed the top of your warm head. “I’m ready for you whenever you are love, however you want mm?” He squeezed your hips gently.
“Wanna ride you, you look so pretty under me” you said, eyes still closed and nuzzled in his neck so you couldn’t see the way his cock twitched - more like jumped - in his boxerbriefs - or how his blush extended all the way down to his toned chest.
“Okay baby. But remember it’s ok if you can’t take it all, yeah?” He kissed your head gently and you look up at him through your lashes, nodding obediently.
“But I still wanna try” you said softly. He cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your jaw
“You’re always so good to me, Angel” he gave your nose a gentle kiss and you giggled shyly, taking his hand and kissing his palm.
“No that’s you. Cmon lay down pretty boy, it’s my turn to take over” you joked and sat up on your knees while he shuffled down getting comfortable on his back with a smile.
“There’s lubricant in the side draw” he told you, resting his hands behind his head comfortably and you laughed, shaking your head and he looks at you.
“What? What’s funny?” He asked and you giggle more.
“Lubricant. Its lube you British weirdo” you teased and he rolled his eyes with an amused smile, shaking his head
“If I made fun of your accent nearly as much as you made fun of mine I don’t think you’d be very happy” he joked and you pulled open his bedside table, taking out said lube and setting it on the tabletop.
“Cause I don’t have an accent. You're the one with an accent” you kissed his neck, gently nipping over bites that had healed from last Sunday as you trailed one of your hands into his boxers and tugged out his length, not caring to take them off since you were already straddling him.
“Actually you would be the only one I know here that has an accent darling - strangely we don’t get many tourists around Noma” he teased as you squirted some lube into your palm before stroking him in your hand and he grunted softly “shit” he muttered and you smiled teasingly
“From what I’ve been told, by you is that you love my accent and you think it’s sexy” you smiled, lining him up and sinking down just about half way, using his chest as leverage. “Fuckin hell Lu-“ you hissed at the stretch, and he grabbed one of your hands, bringing it to his lips.
“You don’t have to go all the way-“ he reminded you and you shook your head
“I can fucking take it” you breathed, giving yourself a moment before sinking down another inch and he let out a moan
“Ok- fuck- just- just don’t hurt yourself babe” he said, his breath coming out as warm comforting puffs over your intertwined fingers.
“Feels so good- I just- let me move a little” you said and squeezed his hand as you slowly and gently move up and down over what you already had inside and you both moan in tandem, heads falling back and your thighs shaking at the overwhelming pleasure. “So fucking big” you gasp as you sat on him fully, pelvis’ flush together and he looks down, the sight alone causing his cock to twitch inside of you.
“Jesus fuckin Christ” he looks up at you “how’s it feel?” He asked. You could barely even speak through the mind numbing pleasure that came with taking all of Luca. So instead you just take his palm and press it against your lower belly, beginning to ride him slow and careful and his mouth drops as he feels himself rutting in and out of you beneath his hand.
“See how big you are, Lu? I can feel you in my stomach” you said hotly in his ear and he groans, grabbing the flesh of your ass and helping you move
“I’m gonna cum- fuck you’re so warm darling I can’t-“ he moaned out and you giggled, kissing his jaw gently
“So let go baby” you move yourself a bit quicker and harder with his help, squeaking when you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix lightly, jolting at the sharp sensation and clenching around him
“Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, slowing his movements and you shook your head bracing yourself on his shoulders and throwing your ass back on him harder - being sure to angle him up more so that wouldn’t happen
“No- just happens sometimes when you’re big” you assured him and rolled your hips in a way that made his stomach clench and hand tighten around your wrist
“Wow” he said, eyes nearly rolling back. You smiled at your newfound move and continued the action, alternating between quick and slow circles and he was sounding so pretty beneath you, whimpering “I’m- I’m gonna cum- fuck - Angel- can’t- i can’t” his breath becoming more ragged and tense.
“Yeah? You wanna cum inside me. You gonna fill me up sweet boy?” You coo, kissing his neck and nipping gently. With a hot moan and a snap of his hips he was spilling inside of you, whispering the dirtiest filth in your ear of how no other girl has been able to take him how you do, and how your body was made for him and him only. Which of course brought you to the crux of your next orgasm and he just had to lightly play with your clit for a moment before you were crying out for him once again.
Safe to say this activity was quickly added to the weekly Sunday roster.
| cw; 18+ smut btc, smut if u squint but it’s not very detailed, afab gn reader <3
| wc; 303
“That’s incredible, Luca.” The slight blush on his cheeks told you everything you already knew, savoring the pumpkin cheesecake on your spoon that really was compliment worthy.
“Yeah? Changed the recipe up a bit.”
“It’s perfect.” You praised, content with the sweet smile on his face in response.
That certainly wasn’t the first time you’d noticed the nervousness that would follow any compliments you threw at him, but it was the first time it sparked an idea.
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He couldn’t get enough of how it sounded; the smooth, soft breath of his name from your mouth, and how could you do anything else? His warm breath fanning against the skin of your thighs as his hands lay firm on your hips.
He felt like himself here, better even, coaxing out the sweetest praises from your mouth — and just as he’d grown bashful at your compliments aimed at his craftsmanship earlier, he basks in it.
You inspire him to be better, improve new recipes he’d forgotten about because he found the faintest note of it in your perfume, bring home something new he’d been trying out just because you saw a picture of it on Pinterest because you deserve it.
The soft reassurance that he was good, that he made something that invoked enough positive emotion that you could only look up at him and smile before saying anything at all, it was all so captivating.
He couldn’t explain it if he tried, but he didn’t have to. You were happy to tell him how great it was and it never felt forced or exaggerated because it wasn’t.
Whether his hands were dutifully between your thighs, adamant on drawing out soft moans of his name or simply rolling out a pie dough you’d been dreaming about, he was always happy to help.
Mostly ooey gooey fluff but a smidge of NSFW material below 🤭
You grow to love Carmy and Marcus
Because how couldn’t you? You spent many long nights in your kitchen with Carmy and Luca, both of them meticulously perfecting whatever they were working on for class. You’d be their chief taste-tester, and a welcomed distraction when they got too far in their own heads. You nearly cried you guys dropped him off at the airport, already telling him to call soon.
After Marcus left, you almost had Luca convinced you wanted to move to Chicago. You were constantly remarking about how funny Marcus was, how you hoped Carmy was being nice to Marcus. Luca liked to joke you just wanted to leave him for Marcus.
He’s good, baby, but not as good as you.
Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it, my love.
You take walks around Copenhagen everyday
You take morning walks by yourself, headphones in and the cool Danish air revitalizing your senses, filling the day while Luca is at work. You’d listen to Danish lessons and quietly practice as you walked, or hum along to music while you enjoyed the weather. Sometimes you still don’t believe you get to live in a place this beautiful.
When he finishes up his day, though, Luca is beside you with his strong fingers tangled lovingly in yours. Whether he’s taking you to try a new spot that just opened up, or just to enjoy some time together, Luca loves seeing your face light up at all the pretty views throughout the city.
Plus you love having your friends and family visit and taking them around to all the coolest new pop-ups or the oldest buildings in the Historic District.
He always wants to have his hands on you
A hand resting on your thigh when you’re sitting together at a restaurant, or on your lower back while you work in the kitchen. Sometimes he just wraps his strong arms around you and tucks his head into your neck, regardless of where you are or what you’re doing. Luca’s always touching you in some way.
A lot of the touches are innocent, a soft tap to your nose to punctuate a sentence or a gentle squeeze on your bicep before he leaves the room. Not all, though, are so sweetly motivated.
He knows just how to get you worked up. A kiss to your neck turns into a bite to your earlobe and dirty words whispered into your ear.
You’re so pretty, you know that, sweet girl?
Luca…
Let’s get you home, hm? Can’t keep my hands off you, my love.
THE SEX
Luca works with his hands and that translates to all areas of his life.
His fingers dance down your body, stopping at all his favorite places. Squeezing your nipples or a pinching your inner thighs is how he starts off most of the time — his ultimate goal to drive you wild.
When he decides he’s teased enough, though, oof. This man knows exactly how to make you writhe beneath him, whines of ecstasy filling his ears and spurring him on.
He’ll make you cum at least twice before he even thinks about fucking you. Luca is convinced he’s in heaven when cries of his name fall from your pink lips, swollen from literally biting back moans.
He’ll pound you into the mattress or make love to you like it’s the last time depending on what you two were vibing with that day. He never tries anything new without first discussing it with you, but sometimes you just want him to fuck you like you’re his own personal whore and he is happy to oblige.
Luca can be so sickeningly sweet, too, that you can’t help questioning how you got so lucky. He’ll hold your face with his strong hands, cradling your head and pressing soft kisses into your lips. He whispers in your ear how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how he can’t wait to spend his life with you while he grinds his hips into you, his thick cock reaching all the delicious spots you love. Swoon.
Luca is just so fucking in love with you it hurts
He can’t help but talk about you at work and brag about how fire your cooking is or how good you are at Scrabble. Literally any excuse he can use to just dote on you is good enough for him.
He leaves you love letters by the bed, picks up a bouquet of wildflowers on his way home, loads the laundry so you don’t have to, literally anything to make you smile. It’s his favorite sight in the whole world.
You’d have the prettiest Copenhagen wedding
When Luca finally proposes — he kept you guessing for months after going to a jeweler to look at rings — He presents you with the most perfectly delicate and elegant ring. You wear it proudly, beaming to anyone who will listen how much you love it.
It’s a simple fall wedding, complete with handmade pastries and desserts that Marcus insisted on making for free. Short and sweet, your vows are so mushy and loving that they leave everyone in attendance blubbering, even Carmy.
Luca promises to give you a beautiful life and spend all of his days making you laugh. You promise to support his every dream and be his place to land when he needs to rest. Swoon again.
Basically Luca is just the sweetest, most thoughtful partner ever and you happily spend all your days making sure he knows how much you love him for it
SUMMARY: Sometimes Luca wished he chose rivalry over admiration. But even if he had, you wouldn’t allow it. You would never go back to that world. It was far too demanding; you couldn’t thrive where you didn’t belong.
PAIRING: Chef!Luca x f!reader
WORD COUNT: 1.4K
WARNINGS: mentions of eating/food, straight fluff, mutual pining, smidge of angst, Luca trying to poach reader for his restaurant, self indulgent, **I am not a chef nor a good cook** etc.
A/N: I wrote this in one sitting on my phone, so mind the typos and lack of cohesion. I didn’t think I would finish this, so also mind the rushed ending. Inspired some by things in Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential (he’s my idol). I’m interested in writing more, send some thoughts my way about Chef Luca. Enjoy.
The fog seemed idyllic. It was dense with humidity and carried the dawn light over the horizon better than the days prior; the rain was starting to get to you. It punctured your routine with puddles that were unavoidable and time that allowed your items to go stale because of a slow-trafficked day.
What had gone unnoticed during those days, and frankly underappreciated, was the space the weather provided. You had moved so quickly, your keys almost slipping from your hands as you bustled into the bakery, trying to keep dry. Yet, now your steps were paced by your exhaustion, only stopped by him.
Luca.
He knew better than to bring you coffee, the gesture acting more as an insult to your sleep schedule than a remedy to your dark circles. Instead, he was early, leaning against the brick wall of the bakery, waiting for you. Punctuality was just shy of being an aphrodisiac.
The cooking life was like a long love affair, with moments both sublime and ridiculous. Yet, like any love affair, looking back, you seemed to cling to the happy times the best—the things that drew you in in the first place, the things that kept you coming back for more.
Luca understood this well. Conscious or not, it hadn’t mattered; he indulged just the same. It was why he set on the stoop, day after day, only skipping out when the weather begged him to. Regardless he returned to you, waited for you, and deferred to you, even when his purpose was to poach you.
“I’m starting to lose count—” You refused a greeting. He blocked your journey to becoming a morning person. “—how many days does it take to be qualified as a stalker?”
Luca tutted teasingly, pushing through to find your humor. “Not quite eligible yet.”
“Shame.” You hummed, your key cracking open the rusted door. The click was becoming too screechy to ignore. The rain only proved further repercussions.
Noted. Fingers crossed, a handyman would be looking for something delectable on their break. Just as Luca came to expect your dry humor, you learned his body language just as well. Holding open the door you just unlocked, he held back the offer to repair it.
“Rumor has it you found your sous.” Your voice carried well through the echoing building. It was a small place, barely worth what you pay to keep it open.
Your fingers were stiff from the cold. You cursed the winter and how it made you physically fumble for the months it endured. It was as though your body rejected how it influenced you. Yet, once your fingers found the light switches, you retracted your afflictions.
“He’s temporary.” Always a man of few words. Pointed and punctual.
“And he knows that?” You scoffed, scarf still muffling your words ever so slightly.
Your back was to him as your question lingered. Luca’s gaze admired your routine, the one he memorized as if each layer of clothing was a recipe in itself. You always saved your scarf for last as if it the way it twirled was an old-fashioned caramel drizzle on a forbidden apple.
“Everyone knows I want you.” He said deftly. Even with your back to him, you were sure he could picture your flattered, flustered features. “...He’s good. Young.”
“Mmm…” You mused, facing him. A part of you was convinced Luca would stop coming by once he’d found his counterpart. But his dissatisfaction still radiated off of him. “How long do you think he’ll last?”
“Depends.” Luca matched your tone. Young meant talent, but it also meant naive. “When do you plan to join me?”
Your laugh was let out as a breath—its presence small but worth it. “Luca—
“I’ll give it a rest.” His promise wouldn’t last very long, but it would do.
Luca reached for the apron that he had donned as his own. He reached the shelves you struggled with, learning within days through observation where to place that for when you finally mosied over. He was envious of your movements, how you found joy in moving slowly, so unrushed and unbothered to the point of pleasure.
It was strange the routine formed. It was just as unorthodox as the relationship. But within the culinary world, nothing was off-limits. There was a vague beginning to the friendship, another fitting mark. You were a friend of a friend that knew a guy. And you were the one that’s rumors claimed you were better than him.
Sometimes Luca wished he chose rivalry over admiration. But even if he had, you wouldn’t allow it. You would never go back to that world. It was far too demanding; you couldn’t thrive where you didn’t belong. You liked when your hands were layered with flour to lay out your dough. To stir a glaze in just the right way so that there was enough for an extra taste. It was you and the stillness without the adrenaline-filled demands.
The quiet of working side by side, the soft clinking of metal sheets and ceramics, was the perfect white noise. The simple patter of packed flour being muddled with oil was far better than the tourists that invaded your senses. You couldn’t decide if it was a welcomed distraction.
“What do you think?” He respected hierarchy. It was perfect. But you valued the imperfections of each unique item.
“Hmm?” You looked to your side. Luca was close; the small layout allowed for it.
“Try it.” He slid the plate to you.
Routines were hard to break. Every morning you skipped breakfast, it wasn’t until your stomach rumbled would you realize you were hungry. Luca learned you loved things sickly sweet, just shy of making your mouth pucker.
You worked alone often; you hadn’t needed the company nor the help. However, the pair of hands that steadied themselves on your hips to pass by made you question your need. It made you question if the warmth that spread through your body was from him or from the oven pre-heating near your knees. It would have been easy to doubt it all if there hadn’t been a ghost print of flour on your black apron.
“Go on…” Luca returned, pushing a found spoon into your hands. “Give me your worst.”
You rolled your eyes. He knew it was good. You knew it was good. The first spoonful was annoyingly satisfying. You maintained your breath through the second bite. If you went for a third, you knew Luca’s ego would soar.
The extra hands were helpful, but you refused to let the aid blind his purpose. So, you deflected, pointing the spoon to him.“I’m sure it’ll sell.”
Luca’s lips played with a frown. You were good at reminding him that his so-called sweetness could cross over into becoming a chore. His thick skin was scarred, burned, and continually tested. You had the skill to crawl under it and almost get to him.
Accepting the utensil, he tasted his own creation. “It’s missing something.”
“Yeah?” You weren’t shy about plucking your finger into the cream filling for another taste. “What are you thinking?”
There it was, his earlier promise broken. With just a look, you knew what he was thinking; you. It was a tacky way to beg again for you to work with him; it was why he only gave you a look. One that was brief and gone before you could say anything before returning steely.
“Increase the fat content.” You advised, breaking your gaze. It was a test, and you were well aware you passed. It was textbook. Again, you’d proven your mind was in tune with his. “Cut it with acidity.”
He nodded, inked arms crossed against his chest. Luca lacked the asinine chef bravado. A welcome reprieve. Self-assured, steady, and strong. Your eyebrows pinched when he stumbled slightly, drawing in a breath to say something just to let the words die. It was out of character, a side to him you didn’t believe existed. He seemed nervous.
“It’ll be ready in a few weeks.” His words seemed to settle finally.
“Ah…” You wiped your hands on your chest, reaching for the next thing. The beauty in baking was constantly moving. Even when your patience was being tested while things rose, there was always another something to work on. “...I forgot how much modernist cuisine attracts attention.”
New items meant new clients. New reviews and new criticism. You continued to assure him, chatting softly of what snobs people could be when they were filled with only ignorance. You meant to ease his apprehension, but you realized it had nothing to do with hosting an event.
It had to do with the invitation that flew from his lips. “Think you’re free that night?”
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Hellooo I’d like to request a how the bear staff treats you on your first day of your period pls thanks!!!
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How The Bear staff look after their partner on their period? (Gn)
Currently on shift: Carmen, Marcus, Sydney, Richie, Fak, Luca
18+
TW: This piece talks about reader having a period, which is not solely a female experience so I have tried to keep this piece gn. While I haven't explicitly written anything suggesting reader deals with gender dysmorphia or trauma relating to getting their period because I don’t feel at all qualified to write about that, I also have tried not to include anything that denotes the reader as presenting as female. Please reach out if there is anything I’ve missed
Carmen
He’s… confused, but he’s got the spirit.
You’re his first proper partner so it takes a while for it to click
Doesn’t understand why you keep going to the bathroom all day? Was it something he cooked?
Doesn’t understand why you suddenly want to sleep with clothes on?
Why do you constantly want to suck him off for nothing in return?
Why do you keep getting so upset over something insignificant?
Why are you taking so many painkillers?
How come you’re constantly talking to Marcus about chocolate?
As soon as he works up the nerve to ask you about it, you’re back to ‘normal’
It’s like clockwork, every single month
Then one day he’s talking to Richie….a day that will live down in infamy and Richie tells him what's up.
Carmen never mentions it, but soon enough he’s cooking up food with high iron content.
Bringing home Marcus’ ‘leftover’ desserts (he asked Marcus to make them just for you)
He’s offering you his nicest sweats and buys a soft blanket for his apartment.
You think nothing of it until he asks you to check his phone for him and you see the webpage he’d had open about period side effects and how to treat them.
Suddenly all the peppermint tea in his cupboard made sense.
He’s such a secret sweetheart and he’ll deny it if you mention it, but he would do anything to make you feel better.
Sydney
She really, truly, gets it.
I feel like your cycles align
It’s great because she always has what you need.
Pain-killers, pads, tampons, cups, period underwear, pills, whatever method you use you have each other covered.
Who knew boiling each other's menstrual cups could be so romantic?
Matching little period pouches, that Syndey probably embellished especially for you
You both make little cocoons on the sofa out of blankets and cuddle
She’ll make you packed lunches for work with iron-rich foods
You both kind of know when the other is approaching, emotions are a little stronger than they would normally be, so you’re always supporting each other through it
Candle-lit baths together with no over-head lights and soft music
Fak
He’s a giant teddy bear and a human space heater
He is an essential part of your period survival strategy
If he even dares to leave the apartment on the first day of your period, he gets the silent treatment for the rest of it.
He will happily have you wrapped around him like a koala, and if he needs to move and get something he just carries you and your blanket with him.
Luca
Prince/ss Treatment ™
Sweet nicknames
Backrubs
Never makes you stand up to get anything if he can help it
Copious amounts of chocolate
Brushes your teeth for you, after eating copious amounts of chocolates
Kneads your stomach like dough
Kisses you until you're sick of it
Cries with you at the sad movies you insist you can watch
Sways you in his arms
Will happily hold your lower body in place when you need to stick your head outside the window to get some fresh air to stop the nausea.
Marcus
Ultimate Prince/ss Treatment ™
Anything you want, you will get and he will make it from scratch
Fluffy socks warmed up in the tumble dryer
Heating pad
Massages
Kisses
Cuddles
You pick what to watch all day, no complaints
He will run you a bath, get your pyjamas ready for you and let you cry into his shoulder when you’re overwhelmed by how sweet he is.
Styles your hair for you (if applicable) to keep it away from your face
Richie
A possible controversial take, but will bring it up before you if he sees you suffering
He just does not care, he had a wife and has a kid, he will not be grossed out
If you feel embarrassed about it, you get over it quickly with how casually he talks about it
If anything aches his fingers are massaging it before you can even ask
He will buy you pads, tampons, whatever you need, he’s proud of it because it proves he has a partner.
If he sees you boiling your mensural cup in a pan, he’ll take it upon himself to do it for you.
He’ll just boil it while cooking up his scrambled eggs in the morning
He probably even just put it in the dishwasher…and promptly bought you a new one.
It’s the colour of his eyes because he’s romantic like that, kind of wanted to get it personalised too, just for shits and giggles.
You bleed on his sheets? Who gives a shit, c’mon give him a cuddle
You bleed through in public? No problem, he is standing behind you with his hands on your hips so no one can see, or giving you his hoodie to tie around your waist.
Will give you shit for how emotional you get, but he gives you shit for everything so if he didn’t it would feel even weirder.
He has it marked on his calendar, his wall calendar because he’s old school.
He’s not always one for words, but the way he gently rubs his thumb over the bump of your tummy for hours without even mentioning it, eyes glued to the TV, but lips pressed to the top of your head? Words couldn’t do justice to how precious that makes you feel.
Currently on Shift: Marcus, Carmen, Luca, Richie, Fak, Mikey, Sydney, Sugar, Tiff
Marcus
“You mean the best day of my life?"
Carmen
"You were...fuck. My mind..it just...just shut up. ”
Luca
“You couldn’t wipe the drool off your chin sweetheart, it was so fucking cute”
Richie
“I knew you were gonna be trouble when you walked in, but fuck, I couldn’t have predicted how much”
Fak
“I’d have pretended to work at that hardware store all day just to keep you talking to me”
Mikey
“I just knew you were mine. All i could think was what the hell took you so long?”
Sydney
“How could I forget, I cut my finger chopping because I couldn’t get my mind off you. Carmen went ballistic, I hadn’t even noticed, just kept thinking about your smile”
Sugar
“I was having the worst day of my life, till I fell right into your lap. Literally”
Tiff
“I love you, but that was the worst date of my life. It’s pretty impressive actually because I’ve had some awful dates”
𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): You were roused from your slumber with sweet wet kisses on your thighs from your beautiful husband, gently humming into your skin when he felt you gently scratching his scalp as a way to tell him you were up.
“Sorry…couldn’t sleep.” He muttered, gently nosing at your cotton panties. “These are wet” he said softly causing a sleepy giggle to leave your throat.
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, Dirty talk, Pre-established relationship, No use of y/n
𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚-𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬
You were roused from your slumber with sweet wet kisses on your thighs from your beautiful husband, gently humming into your skin when he felt you gently scratching his scalp as a way to tell him you were up.
“Sorry…couldn’t sleep.” He muttered, gently nosing at your cotton panties. “These are wet” he said softly causing a sleepy giggle to leave your throat.
“Lu- it’s Sunday baby, what got you up?” You asked and he rested his chin gently on your mound as he looks up at you, his features barely being made out in the dark room.
“I just love you. Was thinkin’ about it, couldn’t fall back asleep.” He said, resting his cheek on your thigh cutely, drawing patterns on your other leg with gentle fingers.
“Yeah? Why don’t you and I have some fun mm? Burn some of that energy? Maybe we can sleep until the sun comes up?” You asked, softly stroking his cheekbone with the back of your finger.
He hummed softly, eyes fluttering shut. “That would help. Can I take these off then?” He asked sweetly, tugging at your panties waistband with his forefingers and you nodded, lifting up your hips for him. He tugged them off easily, guiding them down your thighs and your shins, tossing them to the floor before guiding your thighs over his shoulders.
He kissed your mound lightly, gently nosing at you like he did before, moaning hotly at your scent before diving in with his tongue, eyes fluttering shut at your taste and gently stroking your thighs with his hands as he began to run over your clit with a flat wide tongue. You whined, spreading your legs for him further and tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him in closer.
Slurping and sucking sounds were like music to your ears, mixed with his moans as he fully lost himself in your flavor.
Your spine arched off the bed as he flicked his expert tongue over your clit, swirling around it in tight circles as he teased your entrance with the tip of his broad middle finger. He smirked slightly as he felt you clench around nothing.
“You want me to fingerfuck you pretty girl?” He mumbled into you before continuing and you nodded fervently, your grip on his hair tightening as you grind your hips onto his tongue.
“That’s it - fuck just like that- don’t fucking stop” you whined hotly, other hand grabbing your breast and playing with your sensitive peaked bud. He hums in agreement, thrusting his finger inside half way and pumping it softly. Your jaw fell slack at the pleasure it brought, your walls tightening around him in ecstasy.
Your manicured toes curled, and he lightly stroked your bare leg with his free hand. He curled his finger right on that spongy spot once he felt it, pressing and swiping it with a mind numbing rhythm.
“Good girl, that’s my good girl” he praised, licking kissing and sucking your clit in a pattern that had your thighs threatening to close around his face, but you forced them to stay open with all your might since the feeling was just too good.
“Luca I’m gonna fucking cum” you wined out and he hummed, flicking his tongue over your clit faster with his expert tongue. Adding another finger only brought you to the brink faster, allowing yourself to let go and head fall back to the pillow as your orgasm came over you before you could stop it.
“That’s it, thaaaats it” he praised, curling his finger faster in such a way that made you have to let go of his hair and grip the sheets as your back arched in white hot pleasure. “C’mon- c’mon Angel, open those pretty eyes doll” he said, his voice husky with lust and he continued to lap at your clit with a flat tongue in the way that drove you mad
“S-so good- need you inside” you begged, pulling him up and kissing him deeply. He hummed softly into your mouth, resting his knee next to your hips and tugging himself out. One thing about him, was he was never one to deny you anything you wanted- especially in the bedroom, you usually only asked for something unless he literally didn’t hear you.
He lined up with you, all 8 inches of him - and kissed your lips again, and again. It made you smile, the way he couldn’t get enough of your lips no matter where you were. You both moaned out when he pushed inside of you, only a good 3 inches inside as he started to thrust which already had you gripping his hand that you were now holding.
“So fuckin tight doll” he panted into your mouth before kissing you harder as he pushed in 2 more inches and started thrusting so you could get used to him you whine out hotly, tightening your thigh around his waist and he grunted in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.
His other hand that wasn’t holding yours rubbed down your abdomen in a slow sensual stroke so he could rub your clit.
“More- please-“ you gasp, tightening your fingers around his and chasing his lips for another kiss. He rubbed you in tight circles, pulling away once he thrusted in fully and groaning at the sight of stretching you out.
“You love that yeah?” He thrusts slowly, watching the way you opened to accommodate him, grunting hotly at the Schlick, schlick, schlick noise that came with each mind numbingly long thrust. It wasn’t that he was going achingly slow, he was just that big.
“Love it- Hnmh- yes- yes- Lucaluca-Lu-“ you pull him to you as he buries himself to the hilt, your hips flush together.
“Look at you princess, sound so pretty when I have you like this” he rubs you in up and down strokes as you wrapped your arm around the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. The kind where you barely breathed, and you were in a competition of sucking each others tongues and nipping lips, whimpers and whines coming from you both.
“Cum in me- cum inside me I wanna fuckin’ feel it” you begged desperately, cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips to yours once more. He moaned into your mouth, wrapping your other leg around him and using both of his hands to hold your hips so he could have the perfect angle to pound in and out of you. The pace was frantic, you weren’t sure how you managed to handle it- let alone how he managed to keep it up.
“Say that again- say it” he said against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as you felt him fucking into the deepest parts of you, even in your fucking stomach. You let out an array of whimpers and whines with each snap of his hips, toes curling and heels digging into his spine as you felt yourself getting closer to another orgasm.
“I- I want you-“ you gasp as he buries himself into the hilt and grinds into you, putting the most brain melting pressure on your g-spot and your jaw falls slack, eyes rolling slightly as they flutter shut and he chuckled a bit, kissing your chin and cheeks all over as he repeats the motion.
“Mmm? What was that darling?” He rubs his thumb over your clit back and forth stimulating you on both ends of your most sensitive spot and you completely come undone beneath him, legs shaking, hips jolting, nails scratching down his back. He moaned hotly, picking up his pace again and you whine out at the sensitivity you felt as he pounded you through your orgasm, but it felt so good you couldn’t tell him to stop.
“Almost there- fuck- just- shiiiit baby” his hips stutter for a moment, breath panting and quivering as he fucked himself to his high. You moan in ecstasy feeling the warmth of him paint your walls as he slowly continued to thrust, resting his knee on the bed because his knees and thighs were shaking at the way you quivered around him.
You decided to just pull him to lay with you, being sure he didn’t pull out and kissing his chest while you grabbed his hand and guided it to your lower abdomen, where the swell of his hard cock made a bump just below your navel and he groaned as you push your hand over it and he felt the pressure inside of you
“Shit- gimme a few I can go again just need to catch my breath”
