#i love a man who pouts and he embodies that

[transprincecaspian]

A small collection of images featuring Naoise Cousland now that I've got my mods and Origins running the way I want them to. Here's a peek into the poor poor traumatic twists so far. RIP like basically his whole family. Also @hannahrama i know i promised you more mahariel and there will be more!! i just hope you like naoise too <3

#dragon age #dragon age origins #naoise cousland #cousland has unfortunately become my fave origins i think #maybe not my fave but like #its up there in interest #im really passionate about it as you can tell #NAOISE IS SO POUTY #i love a man who pouts and he embodies that #lore to come no doubt #he is not afraid to cross his arms and sulk #ugh what an icon #his mabari is named coinn. if u even care #cousland origin #cousland warden

[sthavoc]

hii can i request something from the previous stories where they meet at the oscars but reader wins an award, so he sees them hug their co star and going up the stage?

- love your work<3

࿐ ࿔ 💎 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x actress!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: enzo and you meet at the Oscars. he admires you as you go up the stage to receive your award.

·˚ ༘ warnings: fluff, mentions of nervousness?

·˚ ༘ note: yall I just made up a random movie name lmao. i’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to write one fic, this has been sitting in my draft for weeks now 😓. ps u can tell I love enzo in black. I'm sorry if there's any grammar mistakes. i’ll try to update soon!

Cameras flashed all around the carpet, you embodied every new pose for each camera and revealed a few smiles.

“Y/N look this way!”

“You look amazing!”

After ending a few shots you walked across the carpet trying to get into the venue, that was until you crossed paths with a group of men. One of them bumped into your body frame when you tried walking into the entry of the venue, your hands plopped from the front of your dress.

“Oh- I’m sorry.” You perked up to see a man in a black suit, somewhere between your age, if not older. And you swore you recognized him from somewhere. But you weren’t sure from where.

“I’m sorry, miss.” His accent was thick. You stood by thinking for a second until it hit you—

“¿Enzo?” The tone of your voice seemed with excitement that you couldn’t hold back.

“¿Sí?” He replied with a questionable style, but his lips showed a smile.

You extended your arms in a way of surprise. Meeting other celebrities that you were a fan of because of their work would always get you so hyped up. You still were not used to the fact of meeting other celebrities in person, not just through the screen. “¡No puedo creer que estés aquí! Soy T/N, gran fan tuya—” You shake your head placing your hand on your opened chest. “Excelente trabajo que hiciste en la Sociedad de la Nieve.”

His smile only grew with your praise. It was the hugest one you had ever seen, it almost made you wonder if it didn’t hurt his cheeks. “Ay, pero vos—” he copies your motion of putting his hand on his chest with a small pout of warmness. “Me fascina tu trabajo.”

The both of you kept on lauding each other with so many compliments, that at this moment everybody had seen the two of you together. But for both of it felt like you were just having a normal conversation as two friends, not even two people that had just met.

“Vi que estás nominada a mejor actriz.” He mentions.

Your head nodded with excitement, excitement that you couldn’t hold back. You were so happy to be here and thankful as well that all your hard work got you to where you once wanted to be.

“Estoy muy emocionada pero también muy nerviosa.”

“Ya verás que ganas, vos sos la mejor.” He gave you a side smile with a wink that didn’t seem flirtatious but more friendly. “Y si no, no pasa nada. Un premio no define tus logros y gran trabajo.”

“Ay gracias.” You blushed at his compliment.

The both of you walked into the venue of the Oscars. You had to part ways but you wished each other the best of luck before you went to your respective seats. The nerves inside you never stopped and continued to tremble through the night. Even more with how close they would get to the best actress.

You were trying to repeat the words Enzo had told you. Even if you didn’t win you were still proud and happy to be one of the nominees. That is something that shows how big of an accomplishment you’ve made and it makes you nothing but proud.

When the host got the envelope that revealed who was the winner of tonight’s best actress, your heart felt like it was running the mile.

“And the nominees for best actress are—”

Each of the actresses began to appear on the screen, including yourself, with scenes from the movies. Each of you had a round of applause that made you smile, from the nerves and happiness. This was it.

“And the Oscar goes to—” The screen lit up with all the nominees having a camera facing towards them.

From where Enzo sat he looked only at you through the screen. He smiled seeing how you couldn’t hide your shakiness and nervousness, but also excitement.

“YN. Later On Tonight.” Enzo watched the moment your face went into shock as you did a little jump before turning to look at your co-stars who had the same reaction as you.

The venue erupted into clapping, Enzo with them. He watched how you raised from your chair and walked over towards the stage, your dress slightly dragged on the shiny floor, but it wasn’t important at the moment. Enzo watched how you accepted your Oscar and how you stared at it with shock in the eyes, he was honestly proud.

He thought you looked beautiful, your dress was a light shade of green, your hair was half up and the intention was for it to look messy, for you had a couple of strands on your face. Your makeup wasn’t much, but you could still notice it. There was a little glittery eyeshadow on your eyes and your lips were a tinted strawberry red. You looked like a princess to him.

“Wow, This— I don’t know how to start.” You giggled out of shock. “Thank you so much to everyone in the crew, my parents, friends, and agent, I wouldn’t be here tonight accepting this award if it wasn’t for any of you. I am so grateful, and all of the nominees tonight you all are amazing in what you do, big fan of all of you.”

Your lips let out a sight trying to think, you were able to make contact with Enzo who only smiled and stared softly. You thought of how to finalize your speech.

“A wonderful person tonight told me, and I quote, “Un premio no define tus logros y gran esfuerzo” An award does not define your accomplishments and great effort, and they are right. So to anyone who doesn’t win tonight, or didn't, just know you are amazing at what you do, you are still the best and already winners. Thank you so much.” You raise the Oscar in the air. When you glanced towards Enzo once more you noticed his smile.

He watched you run towards your friends immediately embracing each other in a huge hug. He watched how you jumped up and down, to what he found cute. He watched how you snapped a picture with the award and a silly smile. He assumed your reasons were to show a loved one the award.

You looked pure, mesmerizing. He felt the necessity to snap a picture of your moment and send it to you. You needed this framed. Maybe his way of starting a conversation with you after the events. When he took the picture, he captured you smiling with the Oscar in one hand and covering your mouth in shock with the other.

He’ll see when he sends it.

After all, you'll answer. Will be surprised, but you'll answer.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic x you

[goldustwomun]

bite the hand (e.m.)

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x girlfriend!reader

summary: things come crashing down around you when you watch eddie from the sidelines of the stage. you know you shouldn't leave but you beg eddie for forgiveness anyway.

warnings: (unedited) more angst folks i think i'm going through something, established relationship, swearing, tears crying sobbing (for eddie but you too babes x), i use face and features too many times but we move

wc: 2.0k+

note: short and (not so?) sweet :) :( i'm really struggling to sustain my writing for very long but oh well xoxo

Here’s the best part distilled for you But you want what I can’t give to you Your hands are gravity while my hands are tied

He should’ve known it’d get to you eventually. The screams and cries of thousands for him and only him, because as much as he stood, awestruck, by the talent of the others, it was always his name the crowd went hysterical for: Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. They’d chant and sway and go all but rabid when his black mop of hair would peak from around the stage, teasing in that very ‘Eddie’ way that you were all too familiar with when he’d feel a little more playful in bed. His mischievous eyes and quirked lips, tattooed skin and leather-clad thighs. He was the embodiment of a devilish smile, dripping, oozing, even, with sex appeal and charisma.

But it wasn’t just you, now, who noticed those things about him. The two of you weren’t perched on a bench outside of Wayne’s trailer anymore, smirking into the other’s mouth after a particularly strong joint he had rolled from his stash, legs resting on top of him as you were all but sat in his lap. Neither were you the sole body in the crowd of the Hideout, the only one out of the tens of patrons to be hanging onto every rasp of Eddie’s voice, every strum of his long fingers against the guitar.

It wasn’t just you, now, who noticed those things about him, and you knew because of the hundreds of letters he got, every other week on mail day, from adoring fans and sycophants and a few stalkers. You knew because of the way the crowd stretched so far into the distance that you couldn’t see where it ended, the countless bodies moving like a singular mass of pure, unaltered adoration for the man who assured you it’s you, it’s only ever going to be you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” And his voice broke you from the road you were beginning to travel down. You tried your best to force the smile on your lips, and really, you think he knew you were faking it but the giddy energy from the show he was soon going to be playing had already begun to fizzle through his bones and so he ignored it. He took it, instead, for something genuine despite the way it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Only a penny, Munson?” you scoffed at an attempt of playfulness. “I know for a fact you could offer me a lot more than a penny.” He laughed and your belly dipped, even all these years later, when he pressed his lips to your cheek. Eddie Munson might have been a kind of lust personified but he was also the sweetest human being you’d ever known.

“Ah, you’re right. My girl deserves much, much more,” and his lips began their slow descent from your face to the crook of your neck, fixated on that one spot that would have you shivering in mere seconds. He stopped for a moment; face still buried into your flushed skin— “Two pennies then?”

You groaned – “Eddie” -- at his pitiful attempts of humour (but really you loved it), shoving him away even if you didn’t really mean it.

“I’m only kidding, sweets, I’m only kidding!” he cooed at you, soothing your pout until it melted into that smile of yours that he loved to be the cause of as his fingers traced meaningless patterns into the exposed skin at your hip. “Forgive me?” he begged, his turn to pout now.

And it was comical, really, the way you gave into him, whatever doubts you had crumbling at the very feel of him against you, his words forcing whatever walls you were beginning to build-up only moments before to crumble into nothing at your interlaced feet.

“Always, Eddie,” you promised, voice leaving you at barely a whisper. And when you continued, heart thrumming as you waited for his answer, your words wavered: “Do you forgive me, too?”

He watched, confused, as the question left your lips, head tilted like a puppy unsure of his surroundings. “What would I ever need to forgive you for?” he asked, soft.

“Just—do you? Would you? Forgive me?”

He stared into your eyes, a penetrating gaze, begging you for an answer and explanation for your behaviour, but when you remained quiet he acquiesced. “Like you said, sweetheart: always.”

You nodded, that same, tight smile appearing on your features. The sound of a knock on his dressing room door pulled the both of you out of whatever daze hung, limp, in the air, and Eddie moved past you to answer.

“Five minutes to go, Eddie. Need to get you mic-ed up.” You couldn’t hear his answer (probably something along the lines of ‘Be right there’) over the roaring in your ears. The door clicked close again as a warm hand traveled to your waist, turning you in-place. Eddie’s hand moved to cradle your face in his palms, touch cautious like he always was when it was just the two of you. Like you were splintered glass, on the verge of breaking.

“Going to come watch outside, yeah?” And how could you say no to him and his big, brown eyes. So you nodded, followed him through the corridor leading towards stage left. People rushed around, gathering wires, plugging amps and checking cables with the kind of frenzy you’d never get used to despite having been there for almost all his shows.

Gareth, Jeff and Doug were already huddled in a corner, cheeks split into nervous grins. They waved Eddie over who gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before joining them, face dipping as someone came in to swipe some powder over his face.

You don’t remember what happened after that because the next thing you knew, the band was rushing onto the stage, the arena blacked-out, and the moments the light switched on, a deafening roar erupted from the crowd, bright lights carving out their bodies from the darkness. You edged closer to the stage, only just visible from behind a curtain, when the crowd came into view.

And you hated it, the way your gut twisted, mind reeled. You know if you had just said something, anything, to Eddie when it had begun, weeks ago on the first night of the tour. Someone had slipped a note into your back pocket as you and Eddie pushed through a crowd, security walling you in. But you had felt it, and you just knew what it was going to say.

It wasn’t the first and it wasn’t the last, but you had to applaud its author for the precision with which their words sliced at your very core, holding a mirror up to every insecurity you had ever had (and more you hadn’t even considered) until your hands were shaking, fierce.

When you stared out into the crowd, when your gaze connected with someone right in the front, and a look of disgust overtook them, you felt that lest tether inside of you snap free. The air knocked from your lungs, that same cold feeling of fear dripping down your back.

Eddie must have seen it, he was watching you the entire time, having tuned into your every move since the two of you had left his dressing room. He knew you were acting odd, skittish, like a petrified cat getting ready to flee. So when you retreated, he motioned to Jeff to keep the crowd busy before running off on in search of you.

He called after you, having bulked up enough since high school to catch up with you with ease. When you moved faster at the sound of his voice, he did too, finding you pacing in the haven of his dressing room. He shut the door, locking it, before approaching you, slow, cautious, like the floor was uneven and you on a precipice.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked, unsure.

You weren’t facing him so when your shoulders began to shake, he wasn’t sure if you were crying or laughing. But when you turned, face splotchy and chest heaving, he rushed forward, gathering you in his arms.

“What is it, my sweet girl. What’s wrong?” he murmured into the top of your head, holding you tight so that the pressure of his embrace might calm you down enough to talk, to explain or clarify or at least quell the rapid thrum of his worried heartbeat.

“I can’t Eddie, I just—” you hiccupped, voice muffled by the sound of his t-shirt— “I can’t do it.”

“It’s alright, love, just try, yeah? Just—whatever comes to mind—”

“No—You don’t get it—” and you pulled away, the distance between the two of you growing with every moment in more ways than one. “I can’t do this. This thing—” you motioned between you, and he froze.

“You can’t do what?” his voice hardening, on the offensive, and his face contorted to prepare him for the worst.

“Eddie. It’s too much. It’s been too much for so long and I know I should’ve—” a sob ripped from your chest and all he wanted to do was reach for you, his body yearned for it, but he knew better. “—I should’ve said something ages ago. Not let it go so far but it’s too late and you can blame me for—”

“—for what! Us? This? Is that all we are? Some vague abstract of now? Just come out and say it.” he was exploding, erupting, Vesuvius and Pompeii. “Go on. Say it.”

And it was your turn to yell and shout and hurl until your lungs seized. “It’s killing me, Eddie! I feel like I’m fucking dying here. I can’t compete with them, not anymore. I’m exhausted and I feel—I feel fucking heavy.” You were panting from the force of your words, the weight they carried, and you had been carrying.

“There’s no competition, sweetheart. There will never be a competition,” he pleaded, stumbling a step closer but you pushed back.

“I know you feel that way, Eds. I know you do—” his heart squeezed at the nickname. “—I know this is irrational in so many ways. It shouldn’t matter that your fans fucking despise me,” and he flinched at the crudeness of your words. “But there’s one of me and millions—holy shit, there’s millions of them, Eddie. They’re suffocating me and I just—I want to breathe, again. I need to breathe.”

The walls were crashing and crumbling and nothing he said would help to rebuild them, not this time. And he must have sensed it because it was like the air was knocked out of his lungs, too, and he fell to his knees in front of you, clinging to you like maybe if he held on tight enough, he could stop you from leaving.

“Please. My love. My sweet girl. You’re it. You’re always it,” and it must have hit him, what you had meant earlier, because he couldn’t stop rambling, stop repeating: “I forgive you. I forgive you, always, my love. It doesn’t matter what you do, you’re mine and I forgive you.”

Your heart cracked open then, your hand cradling his tear-soaked face to where he was burrowing himself into the pillow of your stomach. You couldn’t bear it anymore, to hear him, see him, touch him, whilst you cut away the pieces of your love. You brushed the hair from his forehead, your own tears falling on him and he cursed himself for making you cry.

You still don’t know if what you did was from a place of strength or weakness, if the way you went about it, with thousands still waiting for him mere feet away, was cruel or kind. But you needed to do it, or at least, that’s what you kept repeating to yourself in your head.

That and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie -- your mind chanted.

You were the only audience he ever needed. If only you knew.

As always, reblog + comment if you enjoyed this or want more! Requests are opennnnn :D

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #bite the hand #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n

[aerahyasashi]

yandere satosugu x female reader? can you do jealousy headcanons (like what makes them jealous and/or what they do when they get jealous)? sorry if that wasn’t specific enough!

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Satosugu x Fem! Reader

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere behavior (duh) murder, possessiveness, gore. (Ooc maybe) satoru being an oa little shit. Poly relationship.

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: WHAHAHA i didn’t knew if you wanted it to be separate or not anon, you said satosugu so i immediately assumed that it was a threesome. But heree, some hc’s:33 sorry pookie, i got lazy on suguru’s part:< SJAKEKSKA i did this first cause hc’s are the easiest to write💀💀💀

Masterlist

🔪Satoru struggles with pervasive jealousy issues, particularly when it comes to you and Suguru.

🔪This dude is like the embodiment of jealousy. he’s so envious he’s practically green with it. Hell he’s even jealous of himself. There was this one time he bet he could pull off dressing up as a girl for a dare, and oh boy, did he go all out. But then he got all pouty when you gushed all over him and got all touchy, something that you don’t really do often. And his reason of getting jealous with himself? He thought that you prefer him as a girl, like hello? you were supposed to prefer the original satoru and not his genderbent!

🔪But seriously, this guy’s jealousy knows no bounds. If Suguru flashes a flirty grin at someone else, bam, jealousy strikes. And if you dare compliment another soul? Jealousy overload. You hugged another man that isn’t suguru? He’s trying to force himself not to throw hands. This dude craves all the attention, all the affection, like a toddler hoarding toys in a playgroup. He’s aware he’s selfish, probably knows it’s not the best look, but he’s powerless against the possessiveness that overtakes him when it comes to you and Suguru. You both have this unique power to bring out the best and worst in him, after all, you two were the only one who sees him as “Satoru” and not as the “Strongest.”

🔪Satoru’s neurotic tendencies and jealousy issues stemmed from his messed-up childhood. The poor guy got stripped of his carefree youth and was thrust into the adult world way before his time after all. the jealousy bug bit him hard when he saw other kids having the time of their lives, while he was stuck with grown-ups fawning over him and expecting way too much and pressuring him. That childhood envy stuck to him like glue, and it grew into a full-blown mess when you, him, and Suguru became an item.

🔪The thing that grinds Satoru’s gears the most and the absolute worst, is when you and Suguru says something about other people’s eyes like; “Their eyes is so pretty” Blah, blah, blah, bullshit like that. It kills him inside that you don’t shower the same love on his eyes. His eyes are prettier, more powerful, and literally very unique, and you hardly ever mention how beautiful it is.

🔪Satoru absolutely loathes it when you’re completely oblivious to someone flirting with you. He’ll shoot menacing glares at the culprit when you’re not paying attention, as if daring them to keep it up, and he would end up threatening them.

🔪Satoru doesn’t bother in hiding his emotions, he’ll whimper, pout, and stick to you and Suguru like glue. And would play the melodramatic card, guilt tripping you. Or he’ll just straight up threaten you or tell suguru about how naughty you are.

🔪🔪🔪

Satoru’s head rested delicately upon your lap as your dexterous fingers ran through his snow white tresses. He gazed at you upward, sky blue eyes peeking from beneath his snowy eyelashes.

“Can you give me your phone for a minute baby? I just wanna do something”

Without pause for consideration, you obliged his request and gave the phone into his outstretched hand.

“Yeah, sure, here.” You responded with a hum.

“What are you gonna do with it, anyways?” You questioned, before your eyes widened as you saw how satoru’s digits hastened across the interface, focused intently on blocking specific contacts from further reaching your line.

“Huh, ‘Toru, what the hell?”

“Wait—why are you blocking them? Those are my—” Your words faded as Satoru lifted his head from your lap and moves away from you, his piercing gaze fixed on yours as he gently grasped your chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“Why do you always insist on conversing with them, hmm? Do you like them?”

“What— no! It’s not like that, what the fuck?”

“If you really love me and Suguru, then you have to sever ties with that girl/guy and keep your distance, okay?”

🔪Suguru really isn’t the jealous type, because he’s all about trust and loyalty when it comes to you and Satoru—He trusts you two.

🔪But, every now and then, a feeling of jealousy creep up inside him when he sees you and Satoru hanging out and having fun without him. He tries to brush it off though, understanding that you two are really close. He just wants to see his pretty lovers smiling, or at least that’s what he tells himself.

🔪When Suguru starts feeling jealous, it’s not a pretty sight. Beneath that kind and laid-back exterior lies a man who doesn’t really forgive that much. Suguru doesn’t forgive, and he doesn’t forget.

🔪Suguru may be a master at concealing his jealousy, but when it does surface, it’s like a storm crashing down. Picture this: you innocently text someone he’s really jealous of, and before you know it, your phone is pulled from your hands and tossed across the room while he summons a cursed spirit to destroy it completely, only to be replaced with a brand-new one moments later. Oh, and that person you were casually chatting with? It’s either you can consider them ghosted or consider them dead.

🔪Mentioning your ex around him was a big no-no. Because it immediately triggers him. can’t you just keep the spotlight on him and Satoru? One tiny mention of your ex’s name or Satoru reminiscing about his past flings, and Suguru’s mood immediately becomes sour.

🔪In stark comparison to Satoru, Suguru remains nonchalant about compliments being thrown around. He’s all for lifting people up until those compliments take a flirtatious turn. If that line is crossed, however, his cursed spirits will have its new meal.

🔪If Suguru was jealous and it led to an argument between you two, he would turn on his ultimate weapon—the silent treatment. He’d nonchalantly start hanging out with other people, making sure you noticed just to annoy you and make you jealous. He was well aware of his petty tendencies, but deep down, he simply wished for you to drop the bratty act and apologize.

🔪If you don’t really apologize and just pushed him over the edge... Well, you’ll have to say goodbye to your sanity because suguru is brutal as fuck when it comes to giving punishment.

🔪Unlike Satoru, who would guilt trip and manipulate you, Suguru would take it up a notch on the intensity scale. He wouldn’t shy away from using violence after all. And that doesn’t only apply to the person that he’s envious of, that applies to you too, and satoru. But that’s the difference, Satoru is a good boy, and you’re not.

🔪Suguru would be more than glad to kill someone in front of you and force you to watch it after all. He’ll hurt you too if you thrash and scream instead of being a good girl.

And you can’t really escape the both of them, after all, their love is like a noose.♡

🔪🔪🔪

Suguru’s hand forcefully clamped over your quivering lips, stifling any cries that tried to escape. His breath was hot against your skin, his fingers digging into your flesh with an iron grip, rendering you immobile. The metallic tang of blood invaded your nostrils. Your eyes were wide with terror, pupils shrinking, and your pulse quickening. A sickening view of gore played out before your horrified gaze, crimson splattering the walls, each nauseating squelch echoing through the room.

“I told you to stay away from them and you didn’t listen...” Suguru whispers, his breath hot against your neck, his delicate mouth parting to suck hard upon your pulsing skin, his mouth works its way slowly along your skin. And you shudder involuntarily beneath his touch, fear coursing through you as his lips close around a patch of flesh, sucking hard.

“See...? This is what happens when you disobey.”

The sharp prick of his teeth sends bolts of pain ricocheting through your body. Your already unsettled stomach lurches violently at the sight that greets you as you raise your head, struggling against his grip.

Before you, bound fast to a wooden chair, was the friend you had jokingly flirted with. Tears stream unchecked down their pallid cheeks, mingling with traces of dried blood, as their cries continue to ring in your ears.

Every limb was callously severed, Their bones was protruding out—the metacarpal bones, the carpal bones, the humerus, the ulna, the fibula, and other bones,  Their arms and legs are covered in long, vivid scarlet lines that are three inches wide, intersecting each other in a crisscross pattern and the wounds appear to have breached the surface of their skin, While suguru’s cursed spirits feeds on their severed flesh.

With a low, self-satisfied hum, Satoru drags the tip of the scalpel upwards your friend’s cheek, cutting them and the skin opens, revealing their inner facial muscle. He then reaches out to grasp a fistful of your friend’s hair, yanking their head back sharply to force clouded eyes up to meet your own.

“Suguruuuu, what do i do next? Do we gouge their eyes out for looking at our pretty girl that way?” 

“Do it. She said that she likes their eyes anyways... She’s probably implying that she prefers their eyes over yours.” Suguru smirks, humming as he pressed his body against yours, enjoying the way satoru’s face suddenly fell.

“Haah... Looks like i’ll be enjoying gouging their eyes then.”

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[missmeinyourbones]

haikyuu boys as icks

because my favorite thing is humbling men and fictional men are no exception | aot version & jjk version

atsumu:

does that thing where he "forgets to know your name" so he doesn't look obsessed with you, but in reality he just looks like a douchebag LOL he's comes up to you all nonchalant like "y/n, right?" as if he doesn't follow you on ig and like all of ur pics....and he thinks it makes him look so cool and popular and mysterious and then u look him dead in the eye and ur like "yeah, you're osamu, right?" he's humbled very quickly

osamu:

when he’s really tired or clingy, he talks in a baby voice :/ sometimes even refers to himself in the third person :/ just typing this rn is making me frown with disappointment. like yeah atsumu may be the more dramatic twin, but thats only bc he’s shameless in public. behind closed doors, osamu is right there w/ him. you find him pouting on the couch after a long day like “osamu wants cuddles >:(” or “can we make dinner together i’m hungwy >:(” big offender of the “sowwy” and “pwease” agenda. arrest him

suna:

is the embodiment of that one trend where you tell guys they look like they can’t swim and they get so unnecessarily defensive about it LOL. you say he “gives off a vibe that he can’t swim that well” and hes DISTRAUGHT...immediately whipping out all of his cards to prove you wrong like “obviously i can swim, wtf let’s go find a public pool rn and i’ll show you how good i can swim” also gets you back in such a ruthless way like “okay, but i can. and you look like you don’t know how to read.” feelings end up hurt on both ends :/

hinata:

whenever you guys go to the store, he holds up the line because he’s like “oh, i have a coupon for that!!! :)” but it's never convenient at all. it could be for the most minuscule or absurd products too, like toilet paper or ballpoint pens, and he’s digging through his wallet once you guys reach the register. like baby AREN’T YOU A PRO ATHLETE???? i think you can afford the extra $1.42 for granola bars. you bring up the idea of him having the coupon ready before he gets in line and he’s like “idk i don't wanna hold it for that long 🥱”

kageyama:

LEAVES HIS BEARD HAIR IN THE SINK AFTER SHAVING. oh my god, i am making myself angry rn. you rinse it out every single time and when you ask him if he knows what happens to all of his little trimmings, he’s just like “idk....i guess they just evaporate or slide down over time” when you literally clean up after him like a maid :I he makes me sick (inspired by that one tiktok of the oblivious husband and knowing wife)

bokuto:

doesnt understand politics so he just labels himself as “non-political” which comes across as him just being douchey :/ it makes him look so ignorant when he first tells you :/ like a man who thinks he’s too good to be socially and politically aware bc it doesn't affect him / when in reality, politics just really isn't his forte academically and he’s never learned the basics of it :/ because he is really smart ok i stand by this!!!! he’s a scholar and a college grad...he just only focuses on his areas of interest. take a gov course baby expand ur horizons

akaashi:

if you ask him those silly hypothetical relationship questions (the ones where you just want him to say something sweet, something that proves he loves you) he is not having it in the slightest. you ask him “would you still love me if i was a worm?” and he’s deadly serious like “no? one, that's not even possible. two, if i’m ever attracted to a worm then i need to be constrained and arrested. three, i think that’s really wrong for you to expect me to seamlessly deal with that big of a transition in our relationship--” and you have to be like OH MY GODDD OKAYYYYY IT WAS A TEST!!!  AND YOU FAILED!!!

kuroo:

millennial core LOLLLLLLL im sorry. he posts a pic of him after he gets his hair cut and captions it “just did a thing! :P” EWWWW my toes are curling rn. he takes his selfies from the highest mom facebook angle and does the signature middle aged white man smirk. if he ever films a video of himself it’s so cringy bc he does the millennial zoom in and talks as if he’s a movie protagonist. attends a single work meeting and claims he’s “adulting 😂” at the ripe age of 27

oikawa:

when he really likes you, he does that thing where he's like "you're just not like other girls/people!!!! you're so different!!!!!!" you do basic human things like don't constantly wear makeup or eat whatever you please and he's like "i love how you can be so real around me, you're so quirky <3" you shave your legs or do your hair and he’s like “baby you don’t have to do all of this for me!!!!” he’s never touched a woman in his life. self unaware king 

iwaizumi: 

swears that period cramps are not that bad and that people who get periods over-exaggerate to make men (or people who don’t get periods in general) feel guilty about not dealing with them. believes with his entire chest that “getting kicked in the balls” is equivalent to the pain of childbirth. one day you jokingly buy one of those period cramp simulator machines and hook him up to it. he's all “i’m gonna be fine babe” and “it probably just feels like a stomach ache”.... he doesnt get past the 3rd setting and is holding back tears when you finally turn it off 

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu x reader #atsumu headcanons #osamu x reader #osamu headcanons #suna x reader #suna headcanons #hinata x reader #hinata headcanons #kageyama x reader #kageyama headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons #akaashi x reader #akaashi headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi headcanons

[writingoddess1125]

I’m now imagining Bee and Dee are the exploding distraction from Ali and Ari who steal everything in sight 🤭

Circus of Trouble

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• Buggy felt truly blessed- A famed pirate, a loyal crew,He had a beautiful partner, two healthy boys and now two healthy girls. What more can a man ask for!?

• The famed clown pirate was overjoyed to have his daughters, he'd always had wanted daughters and he finally got them.

• He had painted the nursery on the ship, decorated it fully in pastel circus themed and had custom cribs for each girl. {He also got the twins their own room and decorated it with them, He let's them share a room since they prefer it anyway but have custom separate beds}

• Spoils them rotten- Absolutely rotten from the very beginning

• You can already tell from a early age that the girls have more of Buggys personality then most would expect-

• Ari was the embodiment of Buggy's egotistical ways- She was loud, bossy and had his temper. While most of the time she was a sweet girl who loved to make those around her happy if you told her no-

Better prepared-

• Ali was his more Quiet side- A manipulative petty backbone that was quiet but prepared to strike. She was a adorable girl, shy beyond all belief and clung to her brothers and dad- However piss her off she knew how to use other people.

• However both twins had two things in common-

• One was a infinity for shiny things and stealing...

• And second was stealing..

• The discovery of this was then the twins were just 5 months old- their eyes focusing in anything that was shiny and immediately bolt for it- taking whatever it was and either chewing on it or stashing it away.

• In short anything was a fair game for the Twins.

• "I'm missing my medallion-" Buggy huffed as he searched His cabin room he shared with you. You also looking around "I can't find my earring-"

• You two look at each other blankly before going to the nursery on the ship- already knowing only two people could have stolen from you.

• Quickly you both find Ali chewing the medallion and Ari clenching several shiny things in an iron grip-

• "Sorry Cherry's but you can't have these" Buggy starts, Kneeling down to take them. Immediately being met with resistance by both girls-

• You look at Buggy amused as he kept an eye closed at to try and tune out Ari screaming bloody murder on his left side while Ali pouted and tears silently ran down her cheeks in his right.

• "Can't wait for those teenager years huh?" You mused and Buggy gave you a glare at daring to mention that-

• He wants them to stay his baby forever..

Bonus Story!-

• Buggy had done his best to keep his family away from his work- Especially when he joined the Cross Guild and accidently became their leaders.

• No one besides his crew who were all quiet about his family knew- not wanting to put you or the kids in danger.

• However it seemed some thing just didn't work out for Buggy-

• Both girls had gotten a cold when a important meeting with Crocodile and Mihaek was taking place-

• You had a cold as well worse then the girls so you were at the hospital and couldn't watch the girls- The twins who were 14 did try their best but 14 year Olds watching 2 year Olds didn't exactly mix.

• He couldn't have Cabaji watch the girls since he was watching the Twins and Alvida wasn't exactly a baby person- Mohji was out on a mission with Galbido

• Aka. He was fucked-

• So he had to improvise! With both girls in a stroller he snuck into his own building and quickly went up to the conference rooms

• So he got to the meeting room early and found a side room that connected to a secondary conference room-

Perfect.

• He set up the stroller so it was more comfortable for the girls and gave them their sappy cups of water and a timer for their medicine which they couldn't have yet. Changing their diapers he put them to bed. Rushing out of the side room to the Main conference room right ad Mihawk appeared-

• It didn't take long for the meeting aka bullying to start- Buggy of course doing his normal yelling antics, However every 10 minutes or so would stop whatever he was doing and drifting to the side room.

• At first it was ignored till the third time- "Buggy what are you doing?" Mihawk questioned. Buggy glaring at him- "NOTHING!"

• Annoyed at this point Crocodile stood and marched to the side room to see- Buggy screaming in surprise.

• "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING STAY AWAY FROM-" Crocodile cut off Buggys head and tossed it across the room before slamming open the door and seeing.. a stroller

• Both former Warlords looking surprised at the sight. Two toddlers bundled up well clearly with some form of sickness and a cool rag on their foreheads- The red noses cluing them both immediately.

• "Their mother has a too so I'm watching them.." He hissed angrily as he floated his head back to his body, clearly defensive of his children being found out.

• "I'm just surprised you have children at all- or that someone would sleep with you" Crocodile jest and Buggy glared at him as he picks up Ari who was starting to fuss and checks her forehead. Feeling her fever had indeed gone down.

• "I actually have 4 kids with the same women" He grumbled setting her back down with a sigh.

• For the first time the two other men actually felt some level of respect for Buggy- With all his flaws he seemed like a good dad.

• This ends with Mihawk holding Ali and Crocodile holding Ari while Buggy portioned out the children's cold medicine and talking over paperwork.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #dad buggy #dad!buggy

[gimmehyuck]

a series of (un)fortunate events | l.mk

summary. it’s been months since you've seen mark in person. when you have no choice but to be around him because of a wedding, you start to feel as if fate likes to see you suffer.

or, alternatively:

maybe fate just wants to see you happy.

pairing. rising actor!mark x fem!reader, feat. hyuck and ryujin

words. 9.4k

genre. exes to lovers; fluff with lots of angst sprinkled all over

warnings. reader has anxiety, honestly she’s a little bit miserable but i think we can forgive her for that, alcohol consumption, i asked my friend what the agents name should be and we both thought linda would be funny (sorry if your name is linda), cliche kdrama drunk scene bc i can

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you were frozen in time. mind completely empty. the literal embodiment of ‘not a thought behind those eyes’. it took a solid 45 seconds of ryujin calling your name before you snapped out of it and looked at her again through your phone screen. she was frowning at you and you couldn’t help but mutter under your breath a small, “shit.”

clearing your voice you apologized with a smile this time.

“i knew she’d react like this,” ryujin said to the other person sharing the space on the phone screen.

“i know… look,” donghyuck said to you after turning away from his now fiancé. “i told mark that he’s my best man because he’s my best friend, but i also told him to try and keep his distance. we both want the both of you there for us.” donghyuck was pouting a little, probably because he always got his way when he did that but you were mostly looking at ryujin. she was happy and you could tell, but her eyes were worried for you. and who were you to ruin this time for her?

“oh, of course babe. i can handle this, no worries at all!” you forced the smile to meet your eyes, hoping she’d buy it. she didn’t. but she admired your bravery in the moment and didn’t press you further.

“i’ll let you know the details, you’ll have to fly back home so don’t worry about the dresses or anything. i’ll take care of that for you!” she chirped.

“ryu, no! if i’m the maid of honor then i should help with this stuff!” but ryujin was already waving her hand dismissively.

“just focus on getting here, it’s going to be expensive enough to get plane tickets, let alone the back and forth. so we’ll make it one trip for the wedding and i’ll facetime you for everything.”

“at least let me plan the bachelorette party,” you argued. and ryujin smiled brightly at that.

“i wouldn’t dream of taking that away from you.”

after a few more minutes of honest congratulations and eye rolls for donghyuck, you hung up the phone and you sat back on the couch while you stared at the picture that was the home screen. running your hand through your hair, you sighed heavily. the picture of mark leaning against the short wall of the ice rink as he was laughing hysterically was staring back at you, the moment captured during your one year anniversary date. you had fallen while ice skating and he spent the first two minutes laughing before he pulled himself together to help you up. you had been recording at the time and it was your favorite picture.

even though it had been two months since you had left, you still didn’t have the heart to change it. just like you didn’t have the heart to fall out of love with him. this wedding would be the second hardest thing you’d have to do.

the first will always be the night you left.

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you took everything that you had originally thought back. this would absolutely be the second hardest thing you’d ever have to do.

when ryujin sent you the seating arrangement for the wedding and let it slip that you’d have to walk with mark down the aisle, you nearly cried.

you did cry, actually.

luckily you knew where the letters were on your keyboard so you were able to type out a ‘sounds good to me, babe :)’ without actually seeing since your watery eyes were making the keyboard all but disappear.

you angrily brushed them away, getting so frustrated with your emotions and scolding yourself because you would have to get this under control in three months time. you still didn’t understand the rush of the wedding but it wasn’t your wedding to plan therefore you had no say in the matter. shaking your head you went back to your laptop to search for plane tickets to korea when the late night show’s host saying mark’s name caught your attention and you quickly whipped your head up to watch the tv.

“tonight we have with us, the up and coming star whose debut movie will be releasing this friday, mark lee!” the audience clapped and the thought of reaching for the remote to turn off the tv did not cross your mind; the idea of getting to see him aside from the random magazine cover made your heart ache but in that moment you wanted to brave the ache if only to get to see a smile from him.

mark walked on the set and waved at everyone, a bright smile on his face that you had been waiting for. his blue blazer complementing his black hair, and you couldn’t help but think about how handsome he looked. you were far too entranced to tell yourself to turn it off now.

“so!” the host said, clapping his hands together as mark took his seat adjacent to him. “welcome to the show.”

mark nodded along, “thank you for having me.”

“the pleasure is all ours, isn’t that right?” the host said to the crowd and they began the applause all over again. you noticed mark’s ears turning a little pink and you knew he was getting a little overwhelmed with the love from strangers.

“your debut movie dive into you, your very first role as an actor nonetheless, was making waves,” the host paused with a raised eyebrow while the crowd - and mark - laughed at his pun; then continued, “of the sundance festival. how did it feel to win awards so soon after wrapping up production?”

mark smiled and nodded along in answer, “it feels like it’s not real honestly, but also like my hard work has finally paid off. i never really thought i’d be here. i never thought i’d get to see this part of my dream come to pass but here i am. i can’t help but feel nervous, but also excited, you know? the director, cast, and crew were all welcoming and amazing to work with. i’ll truly remember this moment forever, and be grateful for it.” the host nodded along with mark as he answered his question at length, and then as he spoke the hosts lips pursed and he began tapping his chin.

“you said something very interesting just then, mark,” the host commented and mark raised an eyebrow at him suddenly looking around trying to figure out what it was exactly that he had said, as if the audience could help him find it.

“what? did i accidentally cuss and not realize it?” mark gave a nervous laugh and you couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness. you were happy to see that although he had achieved his dream, he was still the same mark.

“oh no! and besides. it’s late night tv, you’re allowed to cuss here and there,” the host laughed a little before leaning forward on his desk and mark leaned closer as if they were going to share a secret.

“what i was curious about, and i’m sure what everyone else at home is curious about as well, is what you meant exactly by ‘this part of my dream’? what’s the other half… or whatever fraction of your dream that hasn’t come true yet?”

and mark’s eyebrows rose, “ahhh, that…” he hesitated while he scratched the back of his neck.

“i just meant… um, i just meant that the other part being that i wish that my- my friends were able to be here and celebrate this milestone with me.” mark was lying through his teeth, you could tell because as he said the word friends, his nose scrunched a little and that was always how you knew he was either lying or withholding something. but these people wouldn’t know that about him, and the shows host accepted the answer immediately. his face gave a look of understanding and almost concern.

“oh yeah, you came from korea for this movie, didn’t you?” and mark nodded in answer.

“yeah, they’re all back home supporting me but it’s okay. my best friend is getting married in a couple of months so i’ll be able to celebrate then with them in person!” and the host grinned widely at mark and then the camera.

“well that makes me happy for you, mark, truly! oh, and it looks like that’s all the time we have for tonight. everyone go watch dive into you when it releases in theatres this friday!”

the credits began to roll and mark was shot smiling and clapping, leaning over to say something to the host that the camera mic didn’t catch as the show ended. seeing his smile and being happy like that made the heart ache worsen, and you rubbed at your chest trying to ease the metaphorical pain. you weren’t sure if you were ready to see him. you weren’t sure if you’d be able to keep it together for this whole thing.

but for ryujin, you’d try.

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fuck this. you couldn’t do it.

you really really couldn’t do it.

after landing in korea you connected to the wifi of the airport only to receive one message from ryujin.

5:50 pm my baby 👭: mark will be picking u up from the airport, hyuck and i had last minute kinks to work out for the wedding but i’ll come and get u tonight for the bachelorette party! i’m so sorry 😞

she even had the nerve, the audacity to send the sad emoji but all you could do was feel your heart racing from anxiety. so you quickly typed back in a panic -

that’s ok! i can just take a taxi, no need for mark to come!

but she answered immediately as if she were waiting for your response, and her only message was, “he’s already there!”

and you were going to fucking kill her. you were absolutely going to murder her before she even got the chance to step one toe down the aisle. you didn’t even bother responding to the text, your anxiety and frustration making an uncomfortable mix in your chest and if you weren’t already thirty seconds from a panic attack, your phone buzzed again and with sweaty palms you checked it.

6:05 pm ml 🐯🥰: ryujin gave me your new number, sorry if this is weird. but i’m outside in the blue car, take your time though.

6:06 pm ml 🐯🥰: this is mark, btw

you internally screamed as you read the message over and over again, the contact name being another thing you also didn’t have the heart to change like your wallpaper, truly thinking you would never see it pop up again. you abruptly sat on the nearest bench as you waited for your checked luggage to arrive at the baggage carousel, the people who were standing around you edged further away from you. flashing you concerned looks at your apparent mental break down, but you could hardly even blink. you felt your heart rising in your throat and you tried to breathe through your nose and out through your mouth.

you tried slowly counting to five.

you tried breathing in for a few seconds and breathing out slower.

as you sat, you tried every calming technique you could think of.

it wasn’t until an elderly lady placed a gentle hand on your shoulder causing you to jump slightly and she gave you a kind look.

“everything is going to be okay,” she said as she gently rubbed your back and then just… walked away. the sudden appearance and disappearance of her making your panic halt in an instant in the distraction.

then the carousel whirred to life, and you had to rush over to haul your bag off of the moving belt before you had to wait for it to come around again. you really should have let it circle around a few times, but that idea came to you after you had already set the suitcase on the ground.

the kindness from the older woman, and the knowledge that you would be able to thoroughly murder your friend in a few short hours helped you to steel your nerves as you exited the airport and quickly found the blue car mark was driving.

it was easy to spot because he was literally leaning against it while he stared at his phone. you hesitated a moment, taking him in and god did he look good in those jeans and that sweater. the thoughts getting away from you before you could stop them but immediately scolded yourself.

steadying yourself with a quick breath, you rolled your suitcase up to the trunk and he jerked his head up at the sudden movement.

“oh, hi. i was waiting for a response from you- but, uh, um, here! let me get that.” he said quickly as he reached for your bag to help you heave it into the trunk but you put your hand up to stop him, taking a step back to create space.

“it’s okay,” you said, a little too curt with him. “i can do it myself.” and mark instantly deflated, your heart jumping at the need to fix that look.

no, you scolded yourself and internally forced your heart to still. he’s not yours anymore.

you made sure of that.

mark stepped back and let you lift up the heavy suitcase yourself, dropping it ever so gracefully in the trunk. you closed it and tried not to make eye contact as you moved around mark to get into the passenger seat. when you shut the door you couldn’t stop yourself from looking in the side mirror to see him frown and he shook his head at himself. you breathed a sigh of relief out. the ‘ripping off the bandaid’ part over and done with.

he got in to his side of the car smoothly, and you prepared yourself for an awkward silence the entire ride to the hotel.

“we’re staying at the same place, so that’s cool!” mark said casually, trying to create some form of conversation, of peace. you didn’t respond to what he said, instead opting for a different approach.

“you didn’t need to come and get me,” you said quietly as you stared at the passing cars on the road.

“i wanted to,” he said just as quietly, and you flinched internally at what sounded like sadness. he said your name, and then hesitated. after a few moments of silence, you saw his reflection in the window shake his head slightly as he decided against saying whatever it was.

“never mind.” was the last word uttered of the drive.

the tension weighed heavily on your already wounded heart.

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fate had it out for you. she must really enjoy screwing you over. because what you kept thinking would be the hardest part… kept continuously turning out to absolutely not be the hardest part, as if she were taunting you.

exhibit d:

“what do you mean my reservation was canceled?” you asked the hotel concierge for the third time in a row, causing her to sigh in frustration at you, finally cracking her happy persona she had to wear for her job.

“ma’am, i really don’t know how else to explain it to you. it says here it was canceled, and your room was already booked by someone else.”

“well unbook it!” you insisted, all but yelling out at that point, completely fed up. “i didn’t cancel my reservation, so it must have been a system error. isn’t there anything you can do to fix this?”

“i’m sorry,” the woman said again. “we’re fully booked for a wedding that’s taking place in a few days.”

“i-“ you paused pinching the bridge of your nose tightly, taking a moment to deeply inhale. you were going to have to google better calming techniques. “i. know. because i am in that wedding!” you hissed between clenched teeth and when the woman reached for the phone in fear, to call what you presumed was the security, mark stepped in suddenly. he leaned against the tall counter, and his sudden closeness made you jerk your head up to make eye contact with him.

“i booked a suite with an extra bed, it may be a little… um, awkward but the bed is yours if you want it.” his ears were turning red, but his voice sounded genuine. as if he truly meant his offer and god you wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and never come out. knowing your options were limited to this or staying with your parents who lived two hours outside of the city, you really didn’t have any other choice.

fate was absolutely fucking with you just because she could, was the only thought on replay as you were getting ready in the bathroom for the bachelorette party that night. considering you had slept on the plane, you weren’t tired yet and you figured you’d be able to sleep off the jetlag with a nice hangover before the rehearsal dinner the next evening. putting the final touches on your makeup, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

you could do this.

you could do this.

you could do this.

you repeated those three sentences like a mantra to yourself over and over, trying to give yourself the confidence to leave the room and be in the same space as mark again, but it seemed like the universe had different plans as your inner musings were interrupted.

“you look… really pretty.” he said in the entrance of the bathroom, his body blocking the only exit from the room. you looked down to avoid the eye contact in the mirror he was giving you, and muttered a quiet, “thank you.”

he paused a moment more before saying your name, for the second time since you had seen him, and hearing his voice saying your name in that way as opposed to the first time… it almost made tears spring to your eyes.

“i just wanted-“ he started, but for the first time since you had been told of this wedding, something (because it definitely wasn’t fate) decided to take pity on you and give you a break because at that moment you got a text from ryujin.

9:45 pm murder victim (1) 🔪: here babe!!

and you instantly sighed in relief. cutting mark off from what you were sure he had spent the last hour building up the courage to say, you turned on your heel and said, “ryu’s here! gotta go.”

you brushed past him to exit the hotel room, not even noticing that you had forgotten the door key on your way out.

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it was three am.

or maybe four.

you weren’t sure.

you spent the first twenty minutes of the night scolding the hell out of ryujin in the back of the uber and she just took it with a grin.

“and just what is so funny?” you huffed at her, crossing your arms and allowing your brows to stay furrowed.

“it’s almost like the universe is telling you to get back together.” she sang, and wiggled her eyebrows at you. you threw your hands up in exasperation, drawing eyes from the driver through the rearview mirror. giving a slight bow of apology to him you turned back to ryujin only to roll your eyes at her.

“no, the universe likes watching me hit a newly discovered rock bottom. we’re not getting back together and i’m sure he’ll be happy to have me gone once your wedding is over.” ryujin only shrugged and you didn’t hear it when she muttered, “i wouldn’t be so sure.”

when the uber dropped you off in front of the first club of the night, your sour mood dispersed in a second as you headed inside.

you and ryujin, along with her other bridesmaids in her party, heejin, yeji, and jimin had bounced from club to club and you had thoroughly drank your cares away. you were no longer thinking about how fate was a bitch. you were no longer thinking about the doom and gloom you were feeling.

you were no longer thinking about mark.

except that last one was a lie because he was the only thought that occupied your brain through the night, so much so that ryujin had to cover your mouth with her hand to stop your rambling about him.

but as the dawn crept closer and closer, all of you were calling it quits. yeji had lost a shoe somewhere along the way and jimin had left thirty minutes before, taking a whiny yeji with her; heejin was finally getting into her uber after ten minutes of drunkenly explaining that no, she wasn’t in the building the street over, and yes the gps was actually wrong. it just left you and ryujin as you waited for donghyuck to come pick you up, knowing he was on standby for the designated driver role of the morning. ryujin held your hand and affectionately laid her head on your shoulder. you copied the action and turned so you could hug each other and sway back and forth, the scene cute if not for the fact that anyone watching could tell that you were both heavily intoxicated if the giggles coming from you both after each dramatic sway were any indicator.

“you know everything is gonna be okay,” she slurred a little too loudly in your ear and the phrase made you think of something but you couldn’t quite remember what it was.

“i know,” you giggled at her, grinning brightly and you both squeezed each other tighter. you couldn’t remember in that moment what needed to be okay.

“hey, that’s my future wife! if you wanted her you should have proposed first!” you both turned to see donghyuck smiling widely, as he leaned across the center console to be able to tease you both out of the passenger window. you answered by sticking your tongue out childishly at him and ryujin answered by kissing your cheek with a loud, exaggerated smack, leaving a red stain on your cheek from what was left of her lipstick.

“i could have had her years before you even knew her, and i’ll have her years after you. remember that!” you said while pointing your fingers at your eyes and turning them on him. he rolled his eyes and sarcastically mimicked your response before motioning for you both to get in the car.

the drive back to the hotel was quiet and for the first time that night you checked your phone.

11:03 pm ml 🐯🥰: hey, i just noticed you left your keycard to get back in the hotel

12:00 am ml 🐯🥰: i’ll sleep with my phone off of silent, just call when you get back and i’ll let you in

2:15 am ml 🐯🥰: please be safe, let me know if i need to come get you

your heart fluttered at his messages and you drunkenly smiled at how he still cared. you covered your mouth to hide your smile but the sober one in the car didn’t miss the way your eyes lit up in a way that neither he nor ryujin had seen on you in five months. he could only smirk to himself as he drove, promising to himself to tell ryujin about what he saw the next morning.

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you stumbled your way down the hallway, stopping and taking off one shoe as it was rubbing your foot painfully. then after a few steps you realized how silly it was to walk with one heel on and you clumsily leaned against the wall to pull off the other shoe. arriving to the door, you giggled at the idea of getting to call and talk to mark.

mark was here, with you.

you were here, with mark.

something you’d never thought would happen again and it made your heart soar. giggling again at that thought you pulled out your phone. hitting the call button, he picked up after the third ring and you sighed as you leaned against the door frame, allowing it to hold you up.

“hello?” his voice was raspy from sleep and it made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“hi,” you giggled once more, and you internally smacked yourself this time.

play it cool or don’t talk yourself into sounding like an idiot, you told yourself.

“hi,” he parroted back to you. “are you okay? do i need to come get you?”

“yeah, can you please?” and you heard rustling through the phone.

“okay, i’m on my way. where are you?” he didn’t hesitate. he didn’t even sigh. he didn’t seem annoyed by having to help you. he seemed… almost happy in the way he said his words. as if you could audibly hear the smile. but maybe that was the alcohol letting you hear what you wanted to hear. you heard him walking around in the hotel room through the phone, and saw a light flick on from the little sliver of a gap under the door.

“on the other side of the door,” you smiled, laughing a little harder at your own joke and the door jerked open to reveal mark in all his sleepy glory. shirt wrinkled and hair sticking out at in odd directions. his relief, however, made way to his smile and he couldn’t help but stare down at you for a moment… but you, you were definitely still drunk. and who needs inhibitions to tell you not to do something anyways? not you, that’s for sure.

“my pretty maaaark!” you sang, as you threw yourself against him, or well, fell against him would be a better term for what happened.

he froze at the sudden affection from you, arms raised at awkward angles above your body before allowing his arms to lower and hug you back gently.

“i’m so sleepy, mark.” you slurred against his chest and you nuzzled your cheek against it, thinking about how soft this shirt was. he huffed a small laugh and pulled you further into the room so he could close the door.

“okay, let’s get you to bed then. c’mon.” and he helped you walk (in reality he half carried you) towards the shared bedroom.

“mark,” you called his name again softly. he glanced down at you and he noticed you were already looking up at him, arms still wrapped around his waist.

“mm?” he answered as he navigated you finally over to the bed.

“i’m so happy,” you said to him and somehow, fate again you assumed - that bitch - you simultaneously tripped over your own drunk feet and tumbled back onto the bed. your arms that were still wrapped around his waist gave him no choice but to fall with you, or well, on top of you. he caught himself instead of crushing you, an arm on each side of your head, caging you in.

he looked down at you and your body acting off it’s own accord by gripping his shirt tightly at his waist. you couldn’t help but stare at his face for a few long seconds, eyes going from his eyes, up to his hair, down to his lips, back to his eyes, and then back to his lips one last time.

“and why is that?” he asked, bringing you back to the moment before you tripped. and although your eyes had drifted back up to his eyes, he noticed that yours started to slowly flutter closed, as if you were fighting sleep but the alcohol was winning. your bright smile you gave him while you were thinking of the answer made his heart beat fast, but the words you said next made it stop entirely.

“because i get to be here with you, even if it’s just for a moment. i missed you so much, my mark, all marked in my heart.” you laughed softly again at your own joke, referencing back to a pickup line he had given you that made you say yes to his first request of a date. he couldn’t help the melancholy feeling that overcame him as he looked down at your sleeping form, the alcohol finally taking you from awake to asleep within seconds.

“i’m happy too,” he whispered though you didn’t hear it.

if only you knew how happy he actually was.

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the next day, you surprisingly slept well considering it was 3 o’clock in the afternoon and you were still in your clothes from last night. the curtains were drawn tightly as to not let any light in, and you groaned at the headache that pulsed behind your eyelids. you knew the room was empty based on the the silence and you were grateful for it as you felt embarrassed by your actions the night before. why the hell would you say that to mark? if you wanted him to hate you, well, you were doing a damn good job of solidifying that. you searched for your phone amongst the blankets and pillows to check your messages.

11:15 am murder victim (2) 🔫: mark said earlier that you forgot your key, hope you ‘got in’ okay ;)

11:30 am murder victim (1) 🔪: hi babe, how’s the hangover? the rehearsal is at 5. text me when u get up, ily 😘

11:47 am ml 🐯🥰: i put tylenol by the bed with some water, i would have ordered you food but didn’t know what time you’d be getting up. see you later

your heart gave way at the kind gesture as you flipped on a light switch and squinted at the brightness, quickly finding the medicine and downing it in one go to quickly turn off the light again.

maybe he wasn’t hating you like you thought.

you gave yourself thirty minutes to try and let the headache lose the battle with the medicine you took and finally rolled out of bed to take a shower, doing everything you could think of to keep mark and his never ending kindness off of your mind. you got ready in record time, and somehow made it to the rehearsal on time with five minutes to spare.

you ran through the wedding fairly quickly, and you most certainly did not blush as mark took your arms in his to walk you down the aisle for the practice run. besides that, you didn’t get a chance to look at mark until it came to dinner with the wedding party for the night.

fate, and you couldn’t say you were mad at her this time, had allowed mark to sit next to you during dinner.

“so mark,” yeji had said as she stuffed a piece of broccoli into her mouth. “what’s it like being famous now?”

he groaned in answer. his hand moved ever so slightly to the right and his pinky was suddenly touching yours. your eyes widened but you didn’t move your hand away, allowing his hand to rest next to yours. it felt like something from middle school when you would get excited over your crush, your eyes laser-focused on where you were connected.

“i mean, of course i’m happy to have found success in it.”

success.

that word alone sent you back to The Moment five months ago.

success was all that you wanted for mark, you were happy to watch him as he acted on set. with the way his schedule had been lining up, you hardly saw him. so when you suggested that maybe you could spend the day with him on set while he worked, he didn’t say no to you. it made you happy that he made you feel like he was fitting time in with you even if he was insanely busy.

you missed spending time with him, and you really… just… missed him. his absence making your worries and self doubts grow more eminent but you were both usually good at communicating so it wasn’t a constant worry, but the worry was there all the same.

mark had just left you to begin another scene, leaving you sitting in his chair that was off to the side and you couldn’t stop your eyes from following him around the room, watching his interactions with his cast mates.

a body landing into the chair next to yours caused you to jump and you turned to see his manager sitting next to you, leaning to the side to be just on the verge of invading your space. she was a stone faced woman, perfectly presented down to the red polish of her nails.

you had only met her a few times but she seemed… nice enough. you couldn’t deny that she worked hard to get mark solid chances and auditions so you appreciated her as mark did.

the situation at hand made you uncomfortable for some reason though, your gut telling you to move away from her.

you didn’t listen.

“so,” his manager began slowly, not making eye contact with you, instead her eyes were following mark as yours had been doing moments before.

“so…?” you prompted when she didn’t begin speaking right away.

“we need to talk… and i’m taking the initiative because mark’s too kind and won’t do it.” this caught you off guard entirely. mark was keeping something from you? you were both good terrible secret keepers with each other and this seemed so unlike him.

but, you thought, his manager was with him when you weren’t so maybe…

“oh…” you said, and finally his manager made eye contact with you. the cold stare she was giving you sent shivers down your spine.

“look, sweetie. this… this relationship you have with mark. it isn’t working.” and she patted you on the shoulder as if this were good news. “it isn’t going to work for his image or his future. you know you’re holding him back from the future he could have. the future he deserves. why do you want to burden him any further than you already have?” she asked, voice dripping with a sense of sweetness that screamed condescension.

you stilled at that instantly. the thought that you may have been the problem the entire time you were together… that you were the reason as to why he couldn’t get auditions… you would be lying if you said it hadn’t crossed your mind.

“but mark never said…” you argued weakly, playing with your fingers all while trying not to make eye contact with the woman sitting next to you.

“of course he wouldn’t, dear. he knows you’re too… fragile.” she sneered at the last word, her disdain for you being glaringly obvious as the conversation carried on. your anxiety made you fragile? mark had talked about you to her?

when you didn’t respond right away, mind racing, mark’s manager stood up.

“if you want to be selfish, and ruin his chances at success then that’s fine. just know any future failures would be on you. if you truly loved him, you’d do this for him. you’d leave.” her voice changed sharply within that sentence, the word selfish becoming a thicker blanket on top of burden in your mind and it was like you couldn’t breathe.

the anxiety stemming from the words she had just said - the fears you had been harboring for months, the thoughts that you had been smothering like a fire in the back of your mind suddenly roared to life, and the sudden heat was too hot for you to handle in the moment.

the idea of mark possibly resenting you in the future for things you knew were out of your control, it shook you… and it was minutes of spiraling into yourself before you realized that his manger had been long gone and the director had called cut.

mark stopped by where you sat for a brief moment to tell you that he had to go to the the hair and makeup trailer and he would be back soon. the fact that he didn’t tell you that he loved you with a quick kiss like he usually would being the final nail in the coffin for you in believing every word.

you got up and left the set that day, going to your shared home with mark and realized there wasn’t much that you wanted to take anyway. your heart was shattered and everything you’d take would only remind you of him.

you had packed a suitcase, and sat for a long time contemplating if you wanted to leave a letter but then ultimately decided that if he was already feeling burdened by you, you’d be doing him a favor by not making it hard on him. or well, any harder.

allowing that memory to play all the way through for the first time since seeing him made you feel as if reality had punched you in the stomach, and it sobered you up quickly. the heavy weight of your anxiety was back and it settled on your chest. the bubble of happiness you felt at the slightest touch, at the first sight of him after being apart from him for so long… all gone in an instant.

remember you’re the burden, you did this for him, you chided yourself sadly in your head. you were the reason why you both were estranged.

you gently moved your hand away to rest it in your lap. mark cut his eyes to you suddenly but you missed the glance and you missed the way he was still looking at you as he said, “but i’m just happy to be here with you… with all of you again.”

he tore his eyes away from your face to look at yeji and she smiled knowingly, eyes darting from mark to you. the room felt small to you then, almost suffocating. the sudden appearance of someone to the table brought you to the present.

“dessert will be coming out soon,” the waitress said to ryujin.

your appetite was gone entirely, and you had to get out of there. you leaned over and whispered in ryujin’s ear that you loved her but you were heading up to the room. you felt the tears were coming, because reality was the bitch this time instead of fate.

the kindness mark was showing you during all of this was making your heart ache and it was bringing up the pain that you desperately fought off for five months. excusing yourself from the table, you told everyone goodnight and made a beeline for the elevator that would take you up to the room.

stepping inside and punching the floor number, you hit the close door button frantically and bit your lip to try and keep the tears from coming as long as possible. the doors were almost closed when a hand suddenly blocked it and it opened again, revealing mark and he stepped inside, awkwardly coughing at the dramatics of it all.

you stepped to the side of the elevator and didn’t look up from your fingernails that you played with to avoid eye contact at all costs. the awkward tension filled the elevator thickly and you could feel mark’s stare boring holes into the side of your head. when the elevator finally dinged with the arrival of your floor, you’d never felt more grateful for the annoying sound.

all but running from the elevator, you headed to the room only to realize that, fuck, yes you were actually staying in mark’s room and no, he wasn’t riding the elevator for fun. his steps sounded behind yours and you pointedly didn’t say a word to him as you both entered the room. his presence didn’t deter your tears that had been threatening to spill, in fact it only made them more prevalent and it was taking all that you could do to not let them fall. the click of the door being shut made you flinch a little in anticipation of what came next, and mark cleared his throat.

“so, um…” he began, hesitating while trying to find the right words on how to approach this before continuing. “i think - i think we should talk. you said something’s last night and it… it really has me confused and i just need, no, i deserve an explanation.” when he finished his sentence his words sounded pained.

you did guess that you owed him an explanation.

but you didn’t want to give it to him.

the same way you felt you deserved one as well, but you didn’t want the confirmation.

“i’m sorry, mark.” you said, voice barely above a whisper. and it was the only thing you had to say in that moment, anything over three words and your voice would have cracked. you kept your back to him as you walked over to the bathroom and shut the door, not wanting to see his face during this.

you really were a coward, you thought.

you heard mark approach the other side of the door and stop.

“you’re- you’re sorry?” he asked, and then with a hint of sarcasm, he finally decided to bring up the biggest and obvious elephant in the room. “you’re sorry for what? leaving or are you sorry for what you said last night? are you going to tell me you didn’t mean it now?” and you could only shake your head even though he couldn’t see.

“all of it.” you choked out.

“all- ha, all of it?” his laugh was dry. your silence was answer enough.

“you left me. you left me without an explanation. without a single note and then you changed your number! i thought you had just left the set but i came home to find you gone. what could i have possibly done that would have deserved that? what did i do?”

“it’s…” you started from the other side of the door, tears falling at the desperation in his voice. but mark was on a roll, months of pent up frustration and sadness finally boiling over.

“you were there with me and then you weren’t and you hurt me, y/n. you absolutely broke my heart, you know that? i almost quit the movie entirely.”

“if you had, then it would have been for nothing.” you cried from the other side of the door.

“what are you even talking about?”

you flung open the door suddenly, mark taking in your tear stained face, your eyes red and bloodshot.

“i left you for you, mark.”

“i don’t-.”

“you said i broke your heart, but i broke my own first. i left you for you!”

“i never asked you to do that!”

“you didn’t have to! she did it for you. i left so i wouldn’t hold you back anymore. i was holding you back, i was burdening you, i was keeping you from the successful career you worked so hard to achieve.” you placed your hand on your chest and took a deep breath, “i admit that i was a coward in not waiting, but i couldn’t handle hearing the confirmation of it all from you. so i did it for you, i left so i wouldn’t be selfish.” you spat out the last word like it was poison, the word that had been torturing you these past five months, all while pointing your finger at mark as if to drive home your point.

“she-? you… selfish? what the hell are you even talking about?” he asked, eyebrows fully drawn together in confusion. you scoffed.

“don’t act as if you hadn’t talked to her about me. about how you couldn’t tell me any of this because i was fragile.” your mouth twisted with that sentence, and your emotions didn’t know whether to be angry or sad. so you continued to cry because, yeah, that would cover all the bases.

marks mouth clicked shut as things started to come together in his mind. pieces falling into place and then he was suddenly livid.

mark was silent for a moment, his lips pursed and his eyes thunderous - you could only assume that fury was directed at you considering his eyes never left yours, and you swallowed nervously.

“y/n…” mark started slowly, his voice dropping dangerously low in his anger, “who exactly do you mean when you say the word ‘she’?”

you hesitated a little, never knowing mark to get this angry.

“your… manager.” you murmured and mark’s jaw clenched, and you felt your anger dissipate entirely as his took over. as the seconds ticked on, you watched as mark reached into his back pocket and withdrew his phone, he only broke eye contact for a second to click the name he was searching for and he brought his eyes back to yours. your eyebrows drew together in confusion.

who would he be calling during the middle of the argument - and finally you heard it when the other person answered the phone and you could recognize that sickly sweet voice anywhere. your jaw dropped and you made to stomp away when mark used his other hand to gently hold onto your arm, pulling you a bit closer than you were before to stand in front of him.

“mark, honey, i’ve been waiting for you to call! how’s korea? you just have to tell me all about it.” she asked loudly through the phone and you frowned at the way she spoke to mark.

“korea’s fine,” he chirped politely as if his eyes weren’t telling you otherwise. “my family is well, the wedding is going as planned, and linda, you’ll never guess who i ran into!”

“oh do tell, you know i love the gossip.” she laughed through the phone and you saw mark’s eyes darken.

“y/n.” the anger in which he said your name, but it not being directed at you, was both a relief and worried you at the same time.

the deafening silence from her end was answer enough for mark.

“and she told me the funniest story,” snark dripping from every word, “hilarious actually. but i think i’d rather hear it from the horses mouth, you know?”

“look, mark, sweetie, i’m sure she misunderstood or she must have been confused by our conversation that day, i only meant to tell her-“

“what?” mark interjected. “tell her that she was burdening me? holding me back? that i called her fragile? i think that’s exactly what you meant.”

she hesitated before answering, but her answering tone was the same as she used with you that day.

sweet condescension.

“well, yes. she was bad for you,” she said shortly.

“oh no, i disagree entirely. i think the one bad for me, was in fact, you.” and she sputtered on the other end of the phone and you couldn’t help the small upturn of your lips to hear her at a loss for words, the smile not going unnoticed by mark if the softening of his eyes were any indicator.

you realized in that moment how you let your anxiety and self doubts ruin something that was perfectly fine to begin with.

linda scoffed, the haughty sound coming in loud through the phone’s speaker.

“oh, please. you’ll thank me someday when you’re big and famous, dating some supermodel. someone at your level of fame.”

mark was silent, his eyes taking in your face and he knew how hard hearing things like this must have been for you. he knew of your insecurities, and he thought he did his best to reassure you but he realized the one time it mattered most, he let it slip through the cracks.

he realized his lack of presence in that moment ruined what you both had.

linda took his extended pause as agreement with what she was saying.

“see? you know that i’m right. anyway, mark, honey, let’s-!” mark cut her off mid-sentence.

“no, what i know… is that you’re fired.” he said calmly, and your eyebrows raised and your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to argue - yes, you hated the woman but she had helped him with his career. mark lifted the hand that had been gently holding your arm to place a finger on your lips, effectively shutting you up with a smile on his face.

linda screeched through the phone, an abrasive noise that sounded awfully like a dying cat.

“you can’t fire me, you ungrateful d-.” and mark hung up the phone, tossing it onto the counter of the kitchenette behind him.

you swallowed thickly now at the sudden silence that fell over the room. mark moved his hand from your lips to wipe the tears that had ran down your face earlier and you avoided eye contact with him then at the gentleness of his hands.

“mark, i…”

“you said you loved me, so you left. did you stay away because you loved me too? change your number for the same reason?”

you nodded, “i thought i would be making it easier for you…”

“do you still love me now?” your eyes snapped back up to his. you decided to be truthful.

“i can’t do anything but love you.” mark’s smile at your answer ignited butterflies in your stomach.

“and i…” he said stepping closer into your space, reaching down to hold your hand in his as he brought it to his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm that you could feel. “i have no choice but to love you.”

you felt tears well up again in your eyes at his admission, and you bit your lip to try to keep them from spilling over.

“you still… are you still in love with me?” your voice quivered, and you cleared your throat trying to tame the burning sensation that came with holding back your tears.

“without a doubt.”

“well, if you really do love me… if you love me like i love you then…” you looked between his eyes to his lips, and as you blinked the tears you had been holding back fell. and mark tilted his head, his playful smile making you smile with him through the tears.

“then kiss me.”

mark didn’t waste any more time, one hand tangling itself in your hair and the other cupping your jaw tenderly and you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling his body flush against yours. five months of anger and sadness and longing pouring out in the movement of your lips. you were crying still but the tears were more out of happiness this time and mark continued to kiss you through it. he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, lips centimeters from yours, his breath hitting your lips and you closed your eyes, both of you breathing heavily. his voice was soft when he spoke.

“five months spent wasted because i didn’t reassure you enough, i’m… i’m so sorry, y/n.”

“and five months gone because i was too afraid to talk to you… i’m sorry, too.” and you opened your eyes to see he had tears in his eyes this time and you let out a small laugh.

“did you miss me that much?” you joked softly, eyes shining with the happiness that you had pushed down finally seeping through.

“shut up,” he groaned and swept in to kiss you again.

that night, neither of you slept alone in your separate beds.

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the next day found you and mark, surprisingly (to everyone else) friendly, almost flirty, with each other and it didn’t go unnoticed by everyone else in the wedding party. ryujin walked down the aisle to an overjoyed donghyuck and the proceedings went on without a hitch.

the reception was loud, and a bit wild as after the first dance, no other slow song was played. ryujin and donghyuck made it feel like you were clubbing, and if you danced with mark a tiny bit provocatively, no one seemed to notice or care.

during one of your breaks from dancing while you stood near one of the tables, you felt a hand tap on your shoulder and you turned to face them. once you saw their face, your jaw dropped.

“it’s you!” you couldn’t help the gratitude that laced your voice.

the old lady from the airport stood there, the wrinkles from years of smiling showing proudly on her face.

“see, i told you everything would be okay, didn’t i?”

you nodded, smiling and you couldn’t help yourself when you leaned in and gave the woman a hug.

“grandma? you know y/n?” it was mark’s confused voice that came from over your shoulder, coming behind you to rest his hand on the small of your back.

“oh, not really…” she gave you a secret smile, and continued, “but mark, dear. do tell ryujin and donghyuck it was a beautiful wedding for me, i’m sorry but i’m too old to stay up with the younger crowd nowadays.” she patted mark on the arm and said goodnight to you both, leaving you with a wink. mark looked back and forth between you and her and you only shrugged in answer, and you pulled him back out to the dance floor with a smile.

eventually, the night had to come to an end though, but not before the traditional throwing of the bouquet. you were pulled onto the floor with the other bridesmaids and the second ryujin tossed the flowers over her head, the other girls dispersed leaving you to be the only one standing to catch it. you were confused at first but when ryujin gave you a knowing smile, you couldn’t help but laugh at their group effort. and so you turned around to find mark smiling at you and clapping at the edge of the crowd, and you smiled brightly at him as if he hung the stars himself, newfound confidence in every step as you walked up to him.

you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him fully in front of the guests who remained, mostly the small group of friends who all knew each other well. mark wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you slightly off the ground, while your friends cheered dramatically behind you.

breaking the kiss you smiled at mark before he set you down, and both you and mark turned and caught sight of ryujin and donghyuck sharing a highly triumphant high five.

it all clicked then, every step had been planned by your cunning best friend… and you couldn’t even be mad anymore.

how could you be, when it all turned out to be okay?

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epilogue:

you sat at the table of celebrities like you belonged there, no longer feeling as if you were the misfit amongst them.

a year and a half had passed since ryujin and donghyuck’s wedding and with it came changes.

all of them, you could say, were good.

you battled your anxiety and won… well mostly won, you still had your moments but the second you called mark for reassurance, he was there in an instant with gentle words of affirmation, which you discovered was your love language.

you and mark got married six months after donghyuck and ryujin did, and mark’s reasoning was sound in his opinion.

“i spent five months apart from you, and i think i’ll die if i have to do it again. so i’m locking you down, babe.”

you couldn’t argue with him on that.

and now this moment, the moment where upon hearing mark’s name being called you stood up and cheered, clapping a little louder than the famous people next to you. mark kissed you quickly before running up on stage to receive his award.

it wasn’t an oscar… yet.

but the golden globe would do.

his speech went as he rehearsed with you in your bedroom in the off chance he won. being nominated was enough for him, he had said but you encouraged him to have a speech prepared, just in case.

you had no doubts he would win tonight.

you were right.

his speech was coming to an end, something you could quote with him word for word, until you heard him derail from what he practiced beforehand.

“and i just wanna say the biggest thanks of all to my wife. who, without her, only half of my dream would have been achieved,” he gestured the award to you and the smile he wore was lighting up his entire face. “without you, this wouldn’t matter at all to me. so this one’s all for you, babe. thank you.”

you stood and clapped again, accepting mark back to his seat with an excited hug.

fate - well, ryujin - may have had it out for you, but it was okay in the end.

and you could honestly live with that.

#gimmehyuck #masterlist #nct 127 #nct 127 au #nct #nct dream #nct dream au #mark au #mark lee #mark lee au #mark lee fic #mark lee x you #mark lee x reader #mark lee x y/n #mark lee fluff #mark lee angst #technically? #this made me fall for mark so hard ngl #he’s so precious

[jadeee]

Halluu ✨ since you asked to drop some scenarios about Nanami, mind if I start off with a fluff? I was thinking that reader could just spoil Nanami for the whole day like, breakfast in bed before work, flowers, sweets, cook his favorite meal, take him out on a date or somewhere he wanted to go to, etc.(honestly, this man needs a break) and just shower him with lots of love, making him flustered by the end of the day (hmmm...maybe some spice at the end?👀✨)

this was really cute 💗 i feel like this treatment would make him spoil you more. i also think he'd try and reassure you that you don't have to do all that {even though he really does love it}. he wants to shower you so just let him "take care of you" {i can see him saying those words tbh} thanks for the request!

wc: 1.1k

dividers by @jaysdividers & @attxnt ©

Something didn't feel right. Nanami opened his eyes then noticed the empty space where you should've been.

"Morning," you walked in carrying a tray of food. 

"What's this?" he sat up in bed as you made your way toward him.

"What's it look like?" you carefully set the tray in front of him and he glanced up at you with rosy cheeks. 

"Are you gonna eat or just stare at me all day?" the bed dipped as you sat on the edge of it. 

The sunlight beamed through the windows and highlighted your features. It was impossible to pick his favorite one. His eyes scanned your own, then your nose and lips. In a matter of seconds, he committed your face to memory. 

"Who said I can't do both?" 

He wanted to kiss you but he knew where that would lead; and he shouldn't be late for work, not if he could avoid it. Instead, he offered you some of the food you made for him and you obliged. You spent the next few minutes making small talk but he was taking mental photographs of you all the while.

Although you told him not to, he washed his own dishes. It gave him something to do other than you. He tried not to glance at you when you were watching him get dressed. A blush blossomed on his cheeks as soon as his eyes landed on your face.

"What?"

"Nothing." 

You grinned and shook your head before walking off. The truth is, it was everything. The way he avoided your gaze like a boy with a crush. How his fingers quickly worked at his tie. The slow but steady blush that crept onto his face. Your effect on him only increased when you walked in holding his jacket. It nearly doubled when you pulled it back as he reached for it. Part of him wanted to roll his eyes at your antics but the rest of him melted a bit.

He slid his arms into the sleeves, "What's gotten into you?"

His face turned cherry red when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

"I just love you ... a lot."

The sudden kiss on his shoulder made him go stiff and his heart felt like it was going to explode. Your lips started to pout when you didn't hear him respond or feel him react. So you rested your chin on his shoulder and held his gaze in the mirror to see why he was silent. The small smile on his face paired with the look of love in his eyes was the embodiment of light itself. 

"I love you too," he slid his hands over yours "the most."

"Oh really?! Care to prove it?"

He turned to cup your cheeks in his hands then pressed his lips against yours. 

"How's that?"

Within moments, his jacket fell to the floor.

It was a miracle he showed up to work on time, but he still wished for more. As Yuuji trailed behind him, he slid his hand into his pocket then felt a small piece of paper. The skin between his brows creased at the thought of Gojo playing some prank on him. He opened it to see:

I love you; always and forever.

His thumb lingered over your words.

Yuuji repeated himself and Nanami finally answered. He would've apologized but he wasn't sorry for having a soft spot for you. 

As soon as his workday ended, he dialed your number.

"Hey, handsome."

His lips parted to speak but you caught him off guard. All he could do was smile to himself but the sound of clanking in the background interrupted the moment.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just cleaning."

"I would've done that. I'm on my w -"

"No, let me do it!" you protested playfully "Let me spoil you."

"So that's what this morning was about."

"Well," the defense you built up weakened "are you mad at me?"

The corners of his mouth turned up at the ridiculous thought, " Why would I be upset?"

"Because I don't spoil you enough." you confessed quietly.

The line went quiet while he meditated on your words. Suddenly, he said your name and it pulled you out of your trance.

"Hm?"

"All I need is you and nothing else."

"... okay."

"What's wrong? You don't believe me?"

"I do, it's just -" there was another clank in the background and the low swear of your voice.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I gotta go. Love you, bye!"

He stared at his phone after you hung up and counted down the minutes.

He opened the door and immediately looked for you. Each muscle softened when he saw you lighting the last candle at the dinner table.

"Hi."

His eyes glazed over the carefully planned dinner you prepared then focused on you in your dress.

You set the lighter aside then faced him ,"I know what you said on the phone but I was already cooking. The food was almost done and -"

Nanami kissed you for the first time since that morning. When he pulled back, there was a hint of a smile on his face.

"You can be so stubborn."

As always, he insisted on doing the dishes; but tonight he especially persisted since you went out of your way for him.

"But what am I gonna do?"

"Just stand there and look pretty."

His response surprised you and how he loved the look on your face.

"What? You don't want to do that for me?"

You leaned against the counter, "I didn't say I wouldn't."

He cleaned the last dish, "You're incredibly defiant today. We should fix that."

Your eyes widened as he walked over and picked you up. He tasted your giggles with each long, slow kiss. When he sat you on the bed, he basked in the feeling of seeing you in that dress, posing for him so perfectly. Waiting, teasing, silently pleading. He bent down to kiss your neck then let out a soft moan when you clutched a fistful of his hair. 

His lips kissed your collarbone, "You have no idea how much I love you."

"So show me."

"Don't be a brat about it." 

He slipped his hand under your dress and you gasped at the familiar touch of his fingers. You reached for his wrists and he held your hands above your head. When you moaned, he kissed you on your open mouth. His tongue melted against yours along with the rest of him. You felt like air after holding a breath for too long or like tea with honey. A good night's sleep after a horrible day. You were relief and comfort and so much more. Although he couldn't put it in words, he could show you and that's exactly what he planned to do.

Author's Note: No words, just Nanami Kento being himself. I actually really like how this came out. I even tried new formatting too, so thanks again, Mariah!!

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[pearlywritings]

Only if I were to write them down

synopsis: the only way these loving words would end up in a book

prompt: 25

requested by: my dear @nerdyladyrebel

pairing: Kaeya, Kaveh x fem!reader (separarely)

tw: fluff, established relationship, tipsy Kaeya, Kaveh brought those three foxes home

word count: 2k+ words in total

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 4 more requests to write.

Kaeya

“Did you know that Kaeya is most creative with his compliments when he is tipsy or borderline drunk?” You chuckle, one arm wrapped around your lover’s waist, to keep him leaning into your side and walk somewhat straight, the other motioning towards Rosaria, who made a decision to accompany you two home just to be sure that nothing happens. To you or to the citizens she didn’t clarify, but you could bet it was the latter. Reasons? Those very compliments you’ve just mentioned. And maybe a couple of instances of kissing in the middle of the street late in the evening.

“Let me assure you I could’ve lived without that information just as merrily as a moment ago,” the sister of the church deadpans and you roll your eyes. Here goes your attempt to try and strike up a conversation. Well, maybe, just maybe you’ve been infected with Kaeya’s talkativeness tonight and walking half the city with two companions and staying silent? Not happening.

“Come on, Rosa,” oh, look at that, someone’s decided to join your cute little chit chat. The shape or star in his eye shines just as bright as the ones in the sky when he lifts his head from the side of yours to direct his attention to the fellow cryo user. “Don’t be a party pooper.”

“Never said I was a part of your ’party’,” at that the male whines and it’s hard to contain your amused laugh.

“Hey, handsome, don’t be sad. After all, isn’t it best that this party is just for the two of us?”

Your words make your lover perk up immediately, attention fully on you, the sister of the church completely forgotten.

“Ooooh, you are absolutely right! You are so smart, it’s sexy~”

The corner of your lips ticks in attempts to fight a smile when Rosaria makes a gagging noise. Kaeya, however, ignores her as if she doesn’t exist. And that’s the truth - because right now, tonight, on your way back to your shared apartment, nothing exists for the Cavalry Captain - only his loveliest, dearest girlfriend.

“Y’know I was soooo jealous,” he drawls, words confusing you - if you recall the evening correctly, no one approached you even once, and the conversations you had with Rosaria were pretty brief.

“Who were you jealous of, baby?”

“The glass.”

“The glass?” You cock an eyebrow, meeting Rosaria’s eyes for a second, then immediately looking back at the man. “You mean, the one I drank from?”

“Mhm,” a pout forms on his lips and he leans even more into you, to nuzzle against your cheek. “Because you were making out with it.”

The nun at his other side chokes and it’s unclear if it’s from her friend’s audacity or amusement. You only see her reaching into her pocket for a cigarette, as if saying ‘I am not dealing with you two right now’.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love, for making you think that was the case. I assure you that once home we’ll be making out for real.”

“Nice,” a smile against your neck is victorious. “No one is stealing my girl from me.”

“No one was trying to,” the woman huffs out a puff of smoke, flicking ash. “Everyone is too fed up with your lovesick aura when Y/n is nearby.”

“I can’t help it Rosa!” He whines again, clutching your body closer to his. “Look at her!” Saying those words he himself glances at you with eyes full of adoration and undying devotion. “She is like the embodiment of beauty itself. If asked, I won’t be able to choose what I like most about her. Her hair is like glass, shining marvelously in the sun, so captivating. Her hands are like flowers, so delicate like petals, palms holding me like uncurling buds in the bloom…”

As he goes on and on, Rosaria’s face gets more and more alike to a person who ate something sour. You lift an eyebrow. See? That’s what I was talking about.

At your teasing smirk, she just rolls her eyes, and waving a hand with a smoldering cigarette held between fingers, the woman bids her goodbye, turning left to the next street.

You, on the other hand, finally get you and your rambling lover home. Only passing the threshold of your apartment does Kaeya take a break, bending to pull his boots off.

“So…” you hum, remembering his very first couple of compliments, that sounded exceptionally lyrical not to end up imprinted in your memory, “saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers… how romantic you are,” the Cavalry Captain straightens up with a satisfied look on his face, which quickly turns offended by your next question. “Or are they just words from the book?”

He gasps, clasping his chest. He looks much sober now. Which could've been so since much earlier - it wasn’t uncommon for Kaeya to pretend to be more delirious than he actually was for his personal gain.

“A book! My, are you doubting my ability to speak the truth of you? These could have ended up in a book only if I were to write them down!”

“Alright, alright, I believe you,” with a smile you take a step closer, lifting your hands, but stopping right before touching his cheeks. “Let’s then get your face into my palms and your fingers in my hair, shall we?”

Kaeya Alberich has never been more eager to act on someone’s words.

Kaveh

“Beautiful?” You hear your boyfriend shout from his study, calling for your attention. Startled, one of the desert foxes Kaveh brought home years ago, jumps in its spot under the dining table and dashes out of the kitchen. You hear two more sets of running paws rushing to the blonde’s room.

“Yeah? What’s up, love?” Shouting back you reach for a towel to wipe your hands - you were about to start working on dinner.

“Can you come here for a sec?” Another question echoes in the house, followed by a quick yelp - looks like one of your friends reached the inviting lap of the architect first. Chuckling, you hang a towel and exit to the hall.

And just as you anticipated all three fennecs were squirming on top of the Light of Kshahrevar, while the said Light held them firmly against himself, not letting them jump onto the table. Noticing you, Kaveh’s face turns desperate.

“Please, remove the blueprints!” Too used to this, you simply walk to the desk and carefully lift his sketches, putting them away and safe from the animals’ sight. Assured that his work won’t be destroyed, the architect loosens his embraces, giving the trio freedom to go nuts all around his work space.

“It’s your fault they are like this,” you chuckle, removing a pencil from behind his ear. “Every time you call for someone they assume it’s time for treats.”

“I know, I know,” your lover sighs, leaning back into his chair and watching the two foxes about to scream at each other sitting on top of the table, while the last one is tugging on a trinket of his shirt. “I should’ve been more responsible.”

“Mhm. Now, what were you calling me for?” Grabbing the back of another chair in the room, you bring it closer to Kaveh’s, sitting down and catching one of the little troublemakers from the desk, bringing it to your lap. The blonde stares blankly at his hands for a moment and then his eyes flash with recognition.

“Oh, right! It’s nothing serious, don’t worry. It was just a… sudden thought and I wanted to know your answer.”

“So, it’s a question?” Fingers run through the sandy fur of your floofbaby, making it squint happily.

“Yeah, a question,” rosy eyes meet yours and you simultaneously smile - for no particular reason.

“Go ahead, songbird.”

“Alright... A client of mine came with a peculiar request… He wants to build a house in the image of his wife.”

“Oh? That’s interesting and actually so sweet! But I hope the wife is in good health, yes?”

“Yes, don’t worry. It’s just his way of expressing his love for her. We spent quite a few days discussing the designs, determining how I can integrate his feelings and her traits into the structure… But that’s not actually the point right now.”

Already having prepared to engage in a discussion regarding his new blueprint, you are surprised to hear that his question might not have anything to do with work. But the intrigue has been planted and you can’t wait to hear what possibly your boyfriend could be wondering about.

“Since you are the person who knows me better than anyone else I wanted to ask you - if you had to choose a building or any kind of structure to describe me... What would you choose?”

A building or a structure to describe Kaveh? The Kaveh? The architect who rebuilt half of Sumeru, made a name in history and is held in high regard by the Dendro Archon herself? There is probably no piece of architectural art to be as grand as this man is.

However, you know that he asks you as your lover, as the person who you cherish the most and who loves you as passionately and selflessly in return. Who makes you smile without a fail, who lets you curl in his lap while he works, rarely complaining if the pose is uncomfortable (which you lightly scold him for), who takes your hand and dances in the rain with you, jumping when the first clap of thunder booms and rushing you back home with a boyish laughter. The man who makes you feel the safest, most adored and beautiful woman in the world. And for this man you have a definite answer.

“Promise me you won’t be offended if don’t say ‘a temple’ or something alike,” the blonde shakes his head, releasing the fennec that was clinging to his shoulder, and reaching out for your hand. Your own fox is set free too, and the two of them jump back onto the table, startling the third one, and the crazy running around starts again. But neither of you pay attention to it anymore.

“Of course I won’t take it to heart. I am asking for your sincere opinion.”

“In that case,” intertwining your fingers and firmly holding his hand in a lock, you lean forward, as if it was a secret, “I think you remind me of a greenhouse.”

“A greenhouse?” he hums, scooting even closer, sitting on the edge of his chair. “What is motivating this idea?”

“It’s quite simple actually. Your hair are as pretty as glass, so sunny and bright, perfect for the flowers that grow. Oh, but the flowers are your hands, despite being rough from hardships and sometimes dirty from the smudged pencil, they are still as tender as delicate as the petals. But most importantly inside you grow the most marvelous thing that is ever to bloom - love. I am a lucky girl to be taking care of it.”

With soft expression you witness blush creeping onto his cheeks and readily move closer to let your foreheads touch in a tender gesture.

“Saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers…” Kaveh muses, a warm smile playing on his lips, eyes staring right into yours with such deep emotion, “how romantic you are. Or are they just words from the book?”

“Only if I were to write them down.”

“Oh, my muse… I love it.”

You don’t deny your lover when he tugs you forward, sliding himself back into his chair and leading you onto his lap, into his embrace. With arms loosely wrapped around his neck and his palms resting on the small of your back, you indeed feel like you are surrounded by wonderful flora.

“Are you going to let me stay in your greenhouse?”

Kaveh chuckles, reaching up, searching for your lips.

“Only if you promise to stay in it forever.”

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[haruchuiyo]

tokyo revengers men being cute and clingy : rindou haitani, kokonoi hajime, kakucho.

content: lots, lots and lots of fluff, slight funny at rindou’s and kakucho’s part.

gn!reader

NOT PROOFREAD

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Rindou would get so needy and clingy for you when drunk. He needs at you there with him. Ran always makes sure to call you when he realizes Rindou is to out of it. Cause when he is, he cannot function properly and the only thing on his mind is you. So when you get there, when he sees you a big smile breaks out on his face and he have the sudden urge to kiss you all over the face. Before he was about to approach you, he covers his crotch and says he’s gotta piss. After he finishes, he finds you, approached you and he hugs you in his embrace. He loves you, in his drunken words, “I love you much more than much more from what I usually tell you.” He doesn’t make any sense of what he says before he gives you a sloppy lingering kiss on your lips and pulls away. Big grin plastered on his face and a amused on at yours. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck. “Did you almost pee yourself at the sight of me?” You ask, on the verge of laughing when you feel Rindou nod his head. “I think so, I don’t know.” You muffle your laughter by burrowing your own face on him.

Kokonoi absolutely hates to forget giving you a quick kiss before he leaves for work. And when he is at work, he swears he is hallucinating small numbers on the papers he is checking, he traces his index finger on the walls in the headquarters, he subtly pouts and gets quieter and even more polite than usual. He misses you so much and he resents himself a lot for not giving you a kiss before he left. You’re his good luck charm. You got a text from Mikey telling you to come to the headquarters immediately. Thinking it’s an serious emergency where Koko got hurt, you dropped everything you did and got to the headquarters. Arriving there, you identify yourself for security measures, then got to finding Mikey’s office. He tells you where to find his executive that manages the money of the syndicate. “He has been acting weird, I assume it’s got something to do with you. Help him.” Mikey says, his voice monotone as he is attentive on his work. You nod your head and say thank you before leaving. Finding your man in his office, slouching on his chair and his lips formed into a slight frown and a pout. You chuckle at the sight. You know just what’s up with him. “Koko.” You call him out as you close the door. Said man looks up and immediately stands up from his chair and approaches you. And he never stopped placing kisses all over your face the moment he got to you.

Kakucho is the embodiment of good. Literally good. He isn’t clingy or needy. He wants you and he shows it in so many different ways. Cooks for you, when he hears the slightest rumble from your stomach, he doesn’t hesitate to get up and cook something small up for you. He is so attentive of you. He knows just exactly what you need that you probably didn’t know yourself. As much as he cares for you, he does have his take as well. He absolutely loves the cuddles you have, he loves to be the small spoon in cuddles, he gets to place his head on your chest, have your arms around him and he is just content. Sometimes he even burrows his face in your chest and hugs you. He loves to feel your warmth and having you there is just enough for him. When he is the one who is spooning you, he loves to touch your skin, it doesn’t lead to anything. He just wants to feel the touch of you, he caresses your body, strokes your back, rubs circles on your hips, massages your shoulders. “You feel good.” He slightly grins as he playfully pinches your waist and you almost jolt to the side. Slapping him on his chest, you huff and puff dramatically. “Yeah, and you feel good too.” You say as you slide your hands down his hips and find his ass and give it a tight squeeze making Kakucho almost jolt to the side himself. Laughing at his reaction, he kisses your lips while shaking his head. “Payback next time, sweetheart.” He whispers into your ears and you giggle at his words.

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I love my boyfriends💔

check out masterlist for the same one with dif guys

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[lunarw0rks]

hey, love your writing!!! i was wondering if you would do a drabble of kyle garrick x y/n where y/n is a member of the 141 and they are trying to keep their relationship a secret, and just kind of fluffy shenanigans sneaking around lol

༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴ secretrelationship!gaz // hcs

A/N: gaz brainrot hours (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) i love him :)

『♡』 masterlist ♡ rules ♡ ask box Warning(s): sfw, slightly suggestive, co-workers to lovers, mild injury mention, fluff, 141!reader, gn!reader // Word Count: 984

SYNOPSIS; trying (sometimes failing) to conceal your less-than-platonic relationship with Sergeant Garrick :3

THE FIRST LOOK;

─── the definition of a meet-cute... or as cute as it can be on an active base. It was impossible to not be drawn to him; the youngest member there, sitting in the corner of the briefing room with Soap talking his ear off. After minutes of shifting awkwardly and finding solace in eye contact with Gaz, the chatty Sergeant finally walked away.

♦ His eyes finally raised from his desk, locking his gaze with yours. Despite his off-putting scowl, his umber eyes glued to you, and only you. At the very least, he knew he would have a good friend, though he was already picturing more.

♦ For a man so collected, he felt his chest tighten. "Sergeant... Garrick, is it?" You sat in the chair beside him, giving a look of warmness and disquiet combined. He remembered that feeling; the overwhelming atmosphere of a crowded compound, the tireless workload, and all the new faces and titles to memorize.

『 "Kyle, unofficially. And you?" 』

ON-DUTY TOGETHER;

─── more of them should've caught on. requesting the same hours for guard duty as an excuse to stand beside each other. the odds were in your favor, for the most part, because most of them thought nothing of it. you two were just... close "co-workers" who never ran out of things to talk about or tease each other over.

♦ "Aren't you supposed to be watching that hill, Sergeant?" You huffed, lowering your binoculars. He was watching the hill — but only when you caught him staring at you. It had only been a few weeks and the endless chatter had turned more into borderline flirting, if not full-on pursuit of the other.

♦ He shook his head, now refusing to give you the satisfaction of catching him again. "I am watching the hill, mate, since you're so concerned." He replied, pressing his lips into a slight pout. The blazing sun engulfed his tan complexion, somehow looking more fetching than ever before.

♦ You couldn't handle walking on eggshells much longer, otherwise you'd begin to think he had a violent distaste for your personality. Perhaps it was sleep-deprivation, or the fact that you had spent so many hours with him, but you finally addressed the elephant in the watch tower;

『 "Hm, is that all I am? Your mate?" 』

LATE NIGHTS;

─── taking into account the unrelenting humorlessness of your profession, lights out became the golden hours between you and gaz. besides, there were fewer prying eyes, therefore less concern about getting caught.

♦ Kyle made a habit of entering your quarters abruptly, usually with a mound of snacks in hand. "It's only nine and you're in bed? Swear you're an eighty-year-old at heart, love." One of your favorite candies had been chucked at your head, shattering any semblance of relaxation you had. By now, you had gotten used to this.

♦ He was the embodiment of a snack dispenser in the disguise of a co-worker. Even worse when you would attempt cutting back on the junk food. Ironic, considering how fit he was — though you could attribute that Gaz hitting the genetic lottery (looks and health-wise, no matter how much food he packed away).

♦ Hours of talking could pass, and you wouldn't notice until you glanced at the digital clock. In your defense, you were getting several hours of gossip out in one sitting. It's not easy to work with the one person you want to talk to, yet, be unable to speak to them until after-hours.

『 "I think Soap's onto us. Keeps starin' at me whenever you're around, trying to make me slip up and mention you." 』

IN TOO DEEP;

─── even after several months of secrecy, of petty arguments, of varying conversations — you had never been so upset at him. Until now, when he knew the risks and proceeded regardless. Entering hostile territory after evac, purely to sweep for innocents once more, and disobeying orders while doing it.

♦ Before Price could get a word in, you were in his face. For the first time, you had stunned your co-workers into silence. "What the hell is wrong with you? Look at yourself, Gaz." You motioned toward the gash on his forehead. Then, your attention turned toward the bullet absorbed by his vest, one that could've been the end of him if the hostile had been more accurate.

♦ "You could've been killed." No matter how hard you tried to contain the tremble in your voice, you couldn't. It was evident, practically palpable to the rest of them.

♦ His self-righteousness would be the death of you. Endearing, but made your heart stop every time. "Just a couple bruises. And this?" He pointed toward the scrapes on his face. "I've gotten worse from you." Kyle gave you a subtle wink, one the others wouldn't have seen.

♦ You collected yourself and turned on your heels, still under the watchful eye of the rest of them. At the sudden realization of how much they had seen, you stepped out of Price's way, "Sir." The captain sighed, giving you a nod to ease your anxieties. He knew something was up, but never had solid proof until now.

♦ And Soap? He barely contained his smirk — shifting his gaze from you to Kyle, who only returned the favor by sneering at the Scot. Had you blown the secret entirely? That was up for debate. But they were certainly suspicious.

♦ After he exited the med bay, now with a few bandages and a bruised ego courtesy of your wrath, you caught up to him. To keep appearances, you walked parallel to him while keeping your eyes ahead.

♦ But this wasn't done. Your boyfriend doesn't just almost die and go without penance. At least... your way of penance ;)

『 "This isn't over, Sergeant. You'll see, tonight." 』

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[toji-girl]

So I saw your new prompt list and WOOOO i can tell this is gonna be good. But may I please request Denki w/ #11 (revenge sex in someone else’s car?)

I hope you have a lovely one!

18+ only content - mdni

I have not written anything for Denki in such a long time! thank you! I hope you're doing well <3 - prompts

tags: fem reader + explicit smut + car sex + quirk play + alcohol but no one is under the influence + all characters are over twenty-one

The Hero Gala's you attended with your husband were always fun, he made it bearable with his corny jokes and his hands groping your ass telling you how beautiful you looked and how lucky he really is.

When you married Denki you were well aware of what came with it.

Flashes from multiple cameras blinded you each time you both stepped out as he climbed the hero ranks, each time he passed up someone the media wanted to know more about him.

You never minded the parties, it was a good excuse to get up and get out dressed to the nines, and with Denki, you really couldn't be happier to spend your life with someone who makes it better.

All throughout the evening when he wasn't able to stand next to you, golden eyes were laser-focused on you which prompted people to repeat themselves several times when people spoke to Denki.

Everything was going fine and you had enjoyed several flutes of champagne that made you giggly so when Kirishima leaned in to tell you a joke you threw your head back to laugh which caught Denki's attention from the other side of the room, your laugh was his lullaby.

He watched as one of his oldest friends stepped closer to you, your sweet scent wafted around him and for a moment Kirishima forgot you were married, something about you put the bigger man at ease.

You radiated this light that made people want to lean into it to feel the warmth of it. Before Kirishima could say anything else Denki appeared next to you, his hand grabbing a hold of yours pulling you away from a very confused Kirishima who watched as you waved.

"Is everything okay baby?" You asked with a soft pout as you clung to him, your fingers reaching out to trace the lightning bolt-shaped streak of dark hair with a smile feeling your lips curve into a smile.

Denki embodied the word handsome and you couldn't help but admire him until you stood next to Kirishima's brand-new car. "What are you doing?" You asked with furrowed eyebrows as he opened the back door ushering you into the backseat, his hand grabbing your ass.

He followed suit and shut the door thankful that Kirishima kept his doors unlocked. Your husband turned to you and leaned in seeking your mouth in a warm kiss, his tongue parted your lips stroking against yours feeling you become putty.

His hands followed your curves bunching your dress up around your waist while helping you straddle him exposing your panties when you leaned back to unbutton his shirt slowly as he stared at you with low-lidded eyes that shifted between your pillowy thighs.

You watched him smirk and grab your knees gently before sliding them up your thighs hearing your breath hitch in your throat when his finger finally came in contact with your clit pressing in gently.

A soft electrical zap came from the tip of his finger jolting your clit, your legs jerked as he continued a pattern watching as you rutted your hips as you grabbed his tie whining his name so sweetly.

Denki was always a little scared that you'd leave him, his own insecurities came to the surface when he saw a man flirting or being a bit too nice to you. There didn't need to be any words as you ground against him letting your hand fall down to his belt.

His usual fun and playful side melted away turning him into a man who wanted to lay claim to his wife. "Denki!" Your voice was high-pitched as you cried out his name when he slid two fingers into you.

Just as his fingertips grazed your g-spot he zapped your clit with his thumb while you pulled his cock free jerking him off feeling him throb in the palm of your head as you rested your forehead on his gently.

Your breaths mingled together as you rode his fingers trying to chase that high. "I wanna cum on your cock, please baby." You begged removing your hand, Denki groaned when he pulled his fingers out.

One hand gripped your hip as the other held the base of his dick while he watched you sit down slowly taking each inch of him until he bottomed out. Breathing hard your panting fogged the windows as you rode Denki with your arms wrapped around his neck.

You forgot this wasn't even your car as soon as he started kissing you tasting the sweet champagne and he smelt so good, it was a deadly combination that got you every time.

Denki moved his hands to your ass grabbing both globes as he thrust up into you, the wet squelching of your cunt echoed in the cabin as you rocked back and forth now mewing his name and praises softly.

With another shocking jolt to your clit and his mouth wrapped around your nipple your body jerked as your orgasm washed over you like a warm wave, your pussy pulsed around Denki as you grunted.

You could feel each warm stream of semen as he twitched inside you as his hands roamed your body opening his mouth to say something when Kirishima's car beeped and the front door opened.

#💌incoming #denki smut #denki kaminari smut #mha smut #Denki x reader smut #Denki x you smut #denki x you smut #my hero smut #kaminari smut #maybe not really revenge I suppose sdkjfbstrbrt #but this is what came to my mind when I read this

[chuuyascumsock]

My Sin Against Humanity: Electric Boogaloo, Second Coming (Cumming) Of A Bottom Man || Minors DNI

Summary: Welcome back to my personal turmoil of bottom-izing men who are the embodiment of red flags.

Tags: Dazai Osamu/Reader, Afab reader, Femdom, Bottom Dazai, Pegging, Riding, Hair Pulling, Multiple Positions, Praise, Degradation, Breath Play, Overstimulation, Pet names, Beware Of My Deviously Lecherous Descriptions, No beta we die like Chuuya.

Dazai had always been a tease, enjoying every second he pushed someone’s buttons and watched their patience fade away by the second. But when it came to you, you were simply unfazed, even going as far as to turn the table on him and play him at his own game. And by god were you good at playing him.

“What’s the matter, pretty boy? Having second thoughts? I thought you said you could take me,” You mocked with a small pout gracing your swollen lips, unable to keep them from twisting into a smug grin after. With manicured nails biting into his hips, you watched as the silicone phallic disappeared inch-by-inch further into his tight, sopping entrance. Dazai let out a bated breath as you bottomed out of him, his own blunt nails digging into the skin of your shoulders.

“What do you take me for, Belladonna, a coward?” Dazai attempted to bite back, a weak smile presented on his flushed face.

You hummed, your fingers thrumming against his hip bones lightly as a shiver crawled up his spine from your delicate touch, “You try so hard to keep that mask on, but it’s slipping.” You conceited with a taunt, “But continue, I’m going to love seeing how hard you fall apart.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that,” Dazai spoke like he hadn’t a clue in the world about the words coming out of your mouth. Like you didn’t just subtly hint that you were going to revel in his unraveling.

“In due time then,” Your eyelids fell into a lidded stare, “Pretty boy.”

A faint moan slipped past Dazai’s lips, his hips jerking upwards for a moment to feel something, anything. Feeling the strap-on nudge at his prostate, he pressed his lips together tightly to muffle another whine. The desperation he felt was evident by the way his hard cock weeped with precum, smearing against his lower abdomen as it slapped against his stomach from his faltering hips.

You amusedly chuckled, “That gets you off? A simple little pet name? How pathetic, you really are a feeble man, Osamu.”

“You’re one to talk, darling, you must be dripping knowing that you’re the only one who does this to me,” He huffed out with a gleam in his dark brown eyes that matched yours.

“How could I not? It’s a sight to behold, you look so lovely crumbling under my touch, like a delicacy,” Your hands gilded just above his hips to grip at his lithe waist as you snap your own hips into his.

The jolt sent Dazai forward slumping into you with a strangled mix of a moan and yelp, his loosely bandaged arms wrapping around your shoulders for support. “You’re so cruel to me, Belladonna,” He groaned as his forehead dug into the crook of your neck.

You tilted your head as his messy brown tresses caressed the skin of your cheek, your lips pressing into his wild bed hair against his head, “I have my reasons, now be a good boy and ride my cock,” You murmured faintly.

Lifting his hips, Dazai began to bounce himself at a consistent pace along your strap-on, biting back whimpers every time he fell to the hilt. It didn’t help when your hands fell to grab the fat of his ass and force him down harshly into your shallow yet brutal thrusts. He nuzzled his face deeper into your neck as he busied his mouth against your skin, nipping and grazing his tongue over blooming hickeys.

“Being quiet only irritates me, you know that, ‘Samu,” You sigh through your nose, your dominant hand coming up to intertwine within his hair, the latter hand squeezing his ass with warning.

You felt his lips shape into a small smile against your bruising skin, his hips now rolling into the toy, “I do,” He confirms knowingly, the slightest tone of eagerness spilling through.

“So you’re doing it on purpose,” You acknowledge, your dominant hand clenching tufts of hair near the nape of his neck and yanking his head away from your neck until you're faced with the long expanse of his throat, his adam’s apple bobbing under the wrapping of his bandages.

He strains out a broken groan, his hips slowing to a halt, “And if I was? Are you going to punish me?”

You didn’t miss the way how hopeful he sounded in his last sentence, his cock twitching in excitement as you continued to manhandle him, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that it sounds like you want that.”

“Maybe,” He whimpers out, your grasp tightening in his locks of hair, prickling pain washing over the back of his scalp.

“Oh?” You shift your legs to fold into themselves until you’re able to push off the bed and roll over to hover above Dazai, “You want me to be rough with you?” You bowed over him, a hand still tangled in his hair and the other now treading over the side of his thigh, surprisingly untouched by bandages. “Want me to fuck you hard until you’re drooling and stupid, baby?” You coo perversely, pulling at his knotting tresses once again, “Til’ there’s nothing left in that pretty little head of yours?”

His lips parted to answer weakly, “Please, please fuck me,” He begged, long legs wrapping around your waist to pull your hips closer into him as he bucked his own urgently, looking for any kind of friction.

A noticeable, satisfied expression fell over your face as your hand untangled from his hair, falling over to the pillow lying just aside from the other that his head lay on. Leaning back on the soles of your feet, Dazai whined at the way you pulled back, the strap-on slipping out of his clenching walls. You were quick to lift his hips and place the pillow beneath him, his posture shifting into a small arch.

“Want you so bad, please,” He mumbled, barely coherent as his voice pitched in and out shakily.

“I know, I know,” You hum, curving your back until you hover over him again, the false cock in hand as you align it against his entrance. “M’ gonna take care of you, pretty boy,” You peck the corner of his lips.

There’s a short, breathless gasp as you stretch him back open, fingers twisting into the bed sheets under him as his legs wrapped to constrict around you, “F—Fuck, Belladonna, I can’t, I’m—“ He whimpered, his eyes flickering to the back of his skull, speech slurred and jumbled as cum spurted out across his lower stomach, the rest flowing in thick rivulets from his tip and collecting at his v-line.

“You came already, how cute,” You coo, “Just from entering back in too, you really are a slut. I wonder if you can handle another.”

With his chest jouncing in heavy breaths, Dazai panted out, “Please…”

You sigh out a short laugh as your hips gyrate into his. “You’ve just come too and you want more? You just want it all, huh?” You trailed off into a mumble near the end, admiring how the apple of his cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over.

“Want you to…” Dazai stumbled over words, barely comprehensible, but you heard clearly.

“Choke you?” You tilted your head slightly, hips now snapping in and out at a steady pace, “You want my hand around your neck?”

Nodding eagerly, Dazai visibly shuttered at your touch, your thumb on one side of his throat, the other four wrapping around the other side. You thrusted harder into him, Dazai letting out a salacious moan that was quickly choked out by your fingers pressing up and into his throat, blocking his airway. The sheen of sweat that enveloped your bodies made it difficult to keep a grip, so you curled your fingers as tightly as possible.

You focused on the debauched, pitchy whimpers that managed to escape Dazai and the slapping of skin against each other as you loomed closer to his face, your eyes meeting his. Dazed with glassy, tear-filled, and nearly blown-black eyes, a line of drool spilled from the corner of his open mouth. “I think I was right,” You huffed, your hips starting to feel stiff with each thrust, but you ignored it. “I’m loving how hard you’re falling apart,” A strained grin curled its way across your lips.

You jolted your hips brutally against him, sure to leave a bruise or two from the force as he continued to struggle finding air, his mind growing fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. His eyes began to roll back again soon after, back arching towards you as yet another orgasm crashed over him. More cum oozed from his dripping cock and over the crevices of his lower half onto the sheets.

When you pull your hand away from Dazai’s neck, he’s gasping for air and still cumming, not bothering to wipe the drool from his cheek that now seeped into parts of his damp hair. Treading your fingers into his hair, you push his bangs away from his sweaty forehead and lean over to press your lips against his forehead, “Did so good for me, pretty boy.”

A hand slips behind your head and slim fingers tangle into your own hair, Dazai pulling you towards him, but this time to his lips. You melt against the slow and sloppy kiss, a heavy sigh leaving your nose before you pull away.

“You’re such a tease, you know that?” You utter, your lips molding against his again in a quicker kiss before you slide out of him, “Turn over.”

Almost as if he was disoriented, Dazai’s face twisted into confusion, “Belladonna… What? I—“

“I’m not done fucking you dumb, now turn over,” You cut him off, demanding.

Dazai whimpered as he weakly pushed himself up and shifted onto his hands and knees. The cum that painted his stomach now dripped onto the sheets, neither of you caring as you slid right back into his sloppy hole. You watched as Dazai’s arms shook before giving out under him, a small groan falling from his spittle-covered lips as his arms stretched in front of him to wrap around the pillow he had just been laying his head on.

As he buried his face into the pillow, one of your hands found its place on his hip as the other gripped at his tense shoulder. You wasted no time as you began to slip in and out of him with ease, each thrust met with the harsh jerk back of your hands for intensity to increase tenfold. You were sure the backside of his thighs and ass were bright pink, nearly— if not, bruising from the abuse of skin colliding against each other.

“T—Too much, too—“ Dazai babbled incessantly, a slew of mewls and whimpers tumbling from his lips as one of his hands flew back on top of your hand on his shoulder.

His short nails clip into your skin as you huff out, “Just one more? C’mon, pretty boy, I know you’ve got one more in you, yeah?” You glance where your strap-on and his ass meet, moaning quietly at the obscene view before you. Watching him clench around the silicone toy with a ring of his own cum mixed with lube coating the base only spurred you to pull him into you harder, your thrusts deeper at a medium pace, “Wanna cum all over my cock and make a mess for me?”

Dazai let out a merge of a sob and a long, pitchy moan, “Yes, yes, yes—“ He repeated, his own hips falling back into yours as his legs trembled.

“Go on, cum all over my cock, pretty boy,” You groan, your hand falling away from his shoulder with his still on yours to entangle into his knotted, damp locks and yank his head up.

His back collapsed to your chest as you vigorously thrusted into him, his jaw unhinging into a silent scream as he came for a third time. It hardly made a difference from the amount of cum and sweat he had already been covered in, the thick fluid cascading from the tip, down his shaft and dripping over his balls onto the sheets.

You both were left stiff with heaving chests as you caught your breath, Dazai’s body leaning on you for support. You were the first to recover, your hands uncurling from Dazai’s hair and skin before they softly encircled him from behind and locked together into a back hug. Sitting on the soles of your feet again, you pressed your face into Dazai’s bandaged back and inhaled deeply.

“You fall apart so well for me, Osamu.”

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Moral of the story: No man with a slutty waist is safe from me.

#dazai smut #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dogs #sub dazai #devious dambi smuts

[jaylaxies]

crying at the thought of clingy hyuck who just wants to love you ☹️ you already made it quite obvious that were a little busy handling whatever that required your attention, but hyuck doesn’t let up, insisting on following you everywhere and everywhere inside of your home. It’s cute, you think, that he’s determined to keep this up and he even promised to “be good,” in the softest of tones as he tries not to pout (he ultimately fails when you laughed, said ‘okay’, and went back to work)

Surprisingly, Hyuck was very patient. His tendencies of being the biggest distraction know to man were non-existent, and his compliance was immediately rewarded when you smiled, took his hand and lead him to your bedroom.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbles, but still buries his face into the crook of your neck and letting out a sigh of relief when your arms wrap around his torso, pulling him close. “You’re not allowed to leave this bed until I say so.”

“Fine by me,” you giggle, peering up at him through your lashes to find him gazing down at you with the softest of eyes. It fills you with warmth knowing that you’re adored by this very man who embodies love itself. So warm, so inviting and those plush lips sure look inviting enough that you didn’t hesitate to kiss him.

THOSE SELCAS DID SOMETHING TO ME 🫠

the kiss got needier by second, hyuck isn’t one to stay away for too long, it’s as if his body doesn’t function when you’re not with him, he wants you, he loves you so much and he pours it all into the kiss, his soft lips pressed against yours as he mumbles into your lips, “i love you so much,” making you smile and kiss him even more.

your lips make sure to pay attention to all his beauty marks, kissing them softly just to make him giggle and hide his face in your neck, but he’s not gonna stop there, he’d trail his lips down your neck, and soon, he’s gonna get rid of all your clothes just to kiss the expanse of your body, making you shiver and whine at how gentle he’s being, his eyes shine and he can’t stop telling you how pretty you look.

no one understands the concept of love better than hyuck, and he makes sure you feel loved as his cock enters your hole, making you moan ever so softly, he’s gentle with you, he wants every moment to last longer, he doesn’t wish to let go, he loves it when you both are close, so close, “hyuckie,” you call out, “i love you,” you whisper and that’s enough for him to lose his sanity and reach his state of euphoria right with you.

he’s even more clingy after sex so he won’t let you get away at all, hiding his face in your neck as he holds you to sleep 🥺🫶🏼

#god can you see how gone i am #🥟 — nics #haechan smut #nct smut #🧸 — hyuckie my love!

[absurdthirst]

Daddy Dieter {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 23.1k

Warnings: Drug use, pregnancy mention, surrogacy talk, oral sex (female receiving), sex toys, unprotected sex, cream pie, pregnancy angst, doctors, breast play, talk of anal play, oral sex (male receiving), lactation kink, cum play, food cravings, angst, Dieter being Dieter, labor, childbirth. 

Comments: Your boss, Dieter Bravo is the embodiment of an adult child. You are shocked when he decides on day that he wants a baby. Even more shocked when he wants you to be his surrogate and have it for him. 

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

“I’ve decided I want a baby.” Dieter announces this just as easily as he’s decided to get a puppy. In his mind there’s not a whole hell of a lot of difference between the two. Both are small, need to be fed and will shit everywhere, both would love him unconditionally. He’s thought about it longer than anything else he’s decided in his life, almost two days. That article with Sandra Bullock about her kids making him yearn and wonder if it was ever going to happen for him. He wasn’t getting any younger and like most things he wanted, he wanted it now. 

Your eyes widen, shocked and in disbelief, until you burst out laughing. Dieter looks offended which makes you laugh even more. The man can barely remember to shower without you telling him he has to, how the fuck is he going to look after a baby?!? “You’re joking, right?” You ask him, raising your eyebrows. 

He pouts, looking at you with annoyance. “Why would I be joking?” He asks, tilting his head, “I’m perfectly capable of being a daddy.” 

You snort, “a daddy but not a daddy.” You emphasize and he smirks a little before he shakes his head. 

“It’s time I grew up and became a father.” It’s his turn to emphasize the word.

Your eyes narrow, thinking of something that might have prompted all of this. “Did you knock someone up and this is your way of pretending it’s your idea?” You ask, making him huff and purse his lips at you. 

“What? No! At least- I don’t think- no, I haven’t.” Dieter’s face runs through a myriad of emotions, surprise and hurt the most obvious ones, like you offend him for thinking so little of him. “I think it’s a great idea.” He tells you. 

You don’t. He’s irresponsible at best. Always taking drugs, drinking, staying up all night long and sleeping all day. Well…maybe that would be a good aspect to having a baby, he’s used to being up all night. “Are you planning on doing this alone? Who - poor woman she is - are you planning on asking to be the mother?” You ask him. He stops biting his thumb nail to look at you. “Me? Oh no. No no no.” You shake your head. You do not plan to have your crazy bosses offspring. “Absolutely not.” You scoff, crossing your arms.

“Come on.” He whines, giving you a pout. “It’s perfect if you think about it. You work for me, so it’s not like I would have to go interview a woman to carry a baby for me. You’re already under an NDA.” He pats himself on the back for remembering that. “Plus, I would be able to be around for the pregnancy.” He tilts his head and considers something else to sweeten the deal. “I’ll pay you.”

“Pay me? Fucking hell Dieter. I- what - I don’t even know what to say. I just -and you want to- to what? Be a single parent? Or, knowing my luck, you’d get bored and I’d have to raise your kid all by myself while looking after you too.” You are so confused about this. You also know he’ll forget the idea in a few days. 

“Pleaseeeee.” He pouts, thinking that his infamous puppy face will win you over. 

“No. No. It’s- it’s insane. And you want to pay me? God.” You rub your forehead, unsure of what to even say at this point.

“I would pay one of those women - what do they call them? Surrogates, right?” He nods. “Or god forbid, someone did get pregnant and I’m fighting to see the kid two weeks a year and paying through the nose.” He wants a kid and the more he thinks about it, it makes perfect sense for it to be you. It’s honestly brilliant.

“But- but you’ll just get bored. That’s what you do. Everything is a five minute wonder. And how much money would you even pay? How - how would I even get pregnant?” You ask, wrinkling your nose at the idea of some mechanical sex with Dieter who wears five day old clothes.

Dieter huffs, annoyed that the idea of sex with him is repugnant. Women and men throw themselves at him but you seem to think it’s the worst idea on the planet. “Fine.” He snaps. “I’ll figure it out myself.” He tells you, giving you an annoyed look. “Just forget about it.”

You watch him leave, acting like a petulant child as he stomps out of your room. “Fuck me.” You groan, rubbing your head and wondering what he’s gonna do next. The next few days, he doesn’t mention it so you figure you were right. It was a five minute wonder likely brought on by drugs. Then you see them. “Um. Why are there women lining up in the hall? You didn’t call a brothel again did you?” You accuse him.

Dieter peers over the rim of his sunglasses, lifting his brows and smirking at you. “No, not a brothel this time, although…” He thinks about it for a second and shakes his head. He wouldn’t want the mother of his child to be fucking strange men while she was pregnant with his baby. “They’re here to audition.” He explains, grinning at the women before looking back over at you. 

“Audition? Dieter..” you groan and roll your eyes. “You cannot promise these women parts in the movie if they sleep with you.” 

The eccentric actor scoffs and pulls his robe around his body, shoving his hand in a pocket and searching  for the candy bars he had hidden in there earlier. Someone on set had a bag of mini KitKats and he had stolen a handful to put in his pocket. “No, they are auditioning to be my surrogate.” He tells you proudly. “Told you I would figure it out myself.” 

“Auditioning? God, you’re still on about that? You need - you can’t just audition random women.” You shake your head at him, reaching for the clipboard to see what he’s written and you frown when you see just doodles of tits and penises. “What? None of them worthy of being your baby mama?” You scoff, handing him back the clipboard.

“Not yet.” Dieter shrugs and looks unconcerned but he was starting to worry about it. He had looked up a service that placed surrogates but they wouldn’t take a single man. Hypocrites. Single women and gay couples  were allowed to be placed with surrogates, but he couldn’t just hire someone to have his baby. He ought to sue because it kind of feels like discrimation. “But I will. My baby momma is here.” He winks at you. “I feel it.” 

You roll your eyes, “sure daddy.” You mock, walking over to his phone to check his messages. He hates texting and hates holding a cell phone for longer than necessary due to the radio waves. “I’ll send the next girl in then for you.” You huff, going outside to get the next girl for him.

Dieter rejects each woman, one by one. Each one having something wrong with them or god forbid, they thought he wanted a relationship with them. The door closes on the last woman and he huffs, flopping down on the sofa and leaning back to close his eyes. “Fuck.” He hisses, hating that he hasn’t found anyone that he would want to carry his child. It couldn’t be this hard. He’s had plenty of ‘oh shit’ moments with lovers over the years but now he can’t find someone he wants to get pregnant? 

You come back in the room with his herbal tea, seeing the crosses on the clipboard. “No luck?” You ask, trying not to chuckle at the fact that his silly idea has fallen flat. “What are you gonna do now?” You ask, tilting your head as you hand him the tea. 

He huffs, annoyed at your smug tone. “You.” He responds, “I will pay you whatever you want.” 

You shake your head, “you don’t know how much it would take.”

“It can’t be that much.” Dieter grumbles, taking the tea and he sighs. “I don’t know.” He sighs. “I was turned down by legitimate surrogate services. Said that they wouldn’t entertain the idea without a partner. Apparently I look like a human trafficker or some shit.” He looks at you, bewildered that someone would think that. “I just don’t want to be too fucking old to enjoy having a kid.” He admits softly. 

You chuckle at his comment about being a human trafficker. They aren’t wrong. He needs to smarten up. “I know Dieter, it’s just - do you not think it’s a five minute wonder? I know you think you want a baby, but are you sure?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa opposite him.

“Maybe I’ll get back together with Gabrella.” Dieter murmurs, ignoring your question. The entire reason she dumped him was because he didn’t want kids. At least he didn’t at the time. Maybe she still would want to have a kid with him if he gave her a call. “She wanted a kid.” 

You shake your head, “you can’t go back to her. She made your life a living hell. You hated yourself because she put you down constantly. You can’t get back together with her.” You shake your head, again, reaching for his free hand. “You weren’t happy with her. Not really. Look…I don’t - why do you want to be a father so bad? Tell me.” You order, letting go of his hand.

“Who doesn’t want a kid?” Dieter shrugs, huffing at you. “They're cute, they worship you and will love you no matter how many scandals you cause or who you manage to piss off in the Screen Actors Guild.” He hadn’t meant to mix uppers with downers at the after party two years ago. His regular guy had fucking screwed up. That was why he had passed in the water fountain. 

You remember that night. Having had to get him out of the fountain. “Yeah but they are a lot of work. A lifetime commitment. You can’t just give them up after you get bored. They are forever. A child is a lot of work and I- you can’t be taking drugs and messing around with whoever you want. They need stability and security. Can you provide that?”

“I have a house.” Dieter states, like a place to live is all that a child would need. “I have money and can hire a nanny or whatever they would need.” He hasn’t really thought of everything that comes with raising a child, but he wants one. He wants a little mini him that he can give everything he wanted when he was growing up and couldn’t have. “I haven’t gotten laid in months anyway.” 

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. “So it wasn’t you I walked in on eating out the assistant directors ass?” You snort, “she was shocked when I walked in with your food but you carried on while I awkwardly shuffled out of the door.” You cross your arms. “I know everything about you, Dieter. The bad and the ugly.” 

He frowns, “what about the good?” 

You tilt your head, “still waiting to see it.”

Dieter grumbles under his breath and looks away from you in annoyance. He hates that you seem to find him so fucking unlikeable. “Yeah, and I didn’t get laid after that. She fucking went back to her room and I had to jerk off.” He complains. “I wouldn’t be yelling at my kid or treating them like shit. They could be who they want and would be well traveled by the time they are grown.” 

“Jumping from city to city while you film. It’s - it’s no life for a child. Dieter. You need to seriously think about this. And who you ultimately decide to do it with. It’s a big deal. A kid isn’t something you can get rid of when you get bored or when it gets hard. You just - you need to think about it for a couple more weeks.” You sigh, not wanting him to just jump into this.

“You think I’m that much of a fuck up?” He asks quietly, hurt that you would feel that way. “I’m unique, sure.” He won’t say that he’s immature, but that’s because he’s eccentric, not immature. “But I’m not a fucking asshole.” 

“I just don’t think your life is conducive to a child. You’re an adult and I’ve never judged how you live your life but if it was my baby? I wouldn’t want them around the drugs and shit. You need to figure out what’s more important to you and then we can talk about me being your surrogate. I won’t carry your baby though until I think you are being realistic.”

Dieter’s eyes brighten, only hearing that you would consider being his surrogate. “What if- what if I sober up?” He asks excitedly. “I won’t do anything but weed.” He furrows his brow when you frown at him. “It’s a fucking plant! You can’t get huffy about a plant.”

You sigh, knowing he’d have months to get properly sober. “Show me you can be sober for two weeks. Two. Weeks. Then we can talk about me being your surrogate.” You reason, giving him a reason to be sober, you just want him to be more responsible and as much as you aren’t certain about him being a good dad, you know you’d be a good mother with already looking after Dieter who is like a child.

“Fine.” Dieter holds out his hand for you to shake. “Two weeks.” He grins. “Starting tomorrow.” He adds, shrugging slightly. “I already took some ‘shrooms after the last girl left.” He admits. “But I’m being honest and acknowledging that, like a good father would.”

You refrain from snorting, knowing he won’t be able to handle this. He’s gonna fold before the end of the week, let alone two. You shake his hand, “two weeks, Bravo. Two weeks of sobriety to prove to me that you can be a responsible father.”

****

“So you’re gonna do it, right?” Dieter grins at you, tapping the calendar that is taped to his wall and humming. “Says right here it’s been fourteen days. Two weeks and I’ve not taken one drug.” He says smugly.

You notice the smugness and you shake your head. “Not so fast. You are going to take a drug test. I know you and you probably snuck some weed or something in there.” You reach into your purse for the drug test. “Go pee in this.” You order after unwrapping the test. He pouts, snatching the cup away from you before he heads into the bathroom. “Ah ah ah. I want to watch you.” You tell him, not wanting him to somehow have some stashed urine for those random drug tests some sets will enforce.

He turns around, staring at you for a moment. “Are you serious?” He huffs. “I can’t even fucking piss without you watching?” You don’t say anything and he smirks. “You just want to stare at my dick. See what you’ll be working with.”

You wrinkle your nose, “no way in hell I’m fucking you, Bravo. You are gonna get me pregnant with insemination. Now, go pee.” You order, following him into the bathroom. He makes a show of pulling his flaccid cock out to piss into the cup and you can’t deny he’s impressive, even soft. He looks at you with a smug smirk, finishing his urine sample. 

“You like what you see?” He waggles his eyebrows. 

“I’ve seen bigger.” You lie, shrugging one shoulder as you work on the testing kit.

That deflates his ego, making him frown as he watches you, tucking himself away. What kind of fucking horse cocked men have you been fucking? Shuffling over, he looks over your shoulder, watching you read the directions and he bites his lip. “Insemination?” He asks. “You want to get pregnant with a glorified turkey baster?” 

You quickly work on getting the test kit together before setting the timer. “You really think we are going to have sex?” You raise your eyebrows at him. 

“How else can you get pregnant?” He scoffs, crossing his arms as he leans against the bathroom counter. 

“Turkey baster. I’m your employee. We can’t have sex. It would be…weird. It’s only $1000 for insemination. You get to jerk off and they just -” You motion upwards, “into me and we can avoid the unpleasant sex.”

“Unpleasant sex?” Now he’s insulted. He pushes off the counter and glowers at you. “Now I don't know if I want you to be my baby momma.” He huffs. “Apparently I can’t do anything right, including fuck.” He turns around and walks out the door, this entire situation nowhere near what he had imagined and he honestly has his feelings hurt to learn that you think so little of him. 

Your plan is working. Maybe if you can offend him, he will shift his focus onto you and away from a baby. Also doesn't hurt that you are making yourself a bad option for a surrogate mother. His cock though, fuck, it's huge and that was soft. You've heard the satisfied moans of pleasure echoing down the hall from his lovers so you know he knows what he is doing. It's just - he's your boss. You see everything. It's hard to picture the man who snorts coke for breakfast being a good father. The timer goes off and you check the results. Negative. Your eyes widen. He hasn't taken drugs for two weeks. Something you have never ever known. Biting your lip, you look towards the door he left through...maybe he isn't so hopeless after all.

Dieter grumbles to himself, hungry and itching in his own skin. Picking up the menu and looking at something to eat, something to do. He tosses it down a second later when nothing looks appealing. “Fuck it.” He huffs, making his way back to his bedroom. He’ll get dressed and see if Anika will talk to him again. She had been pissed when he had blown off meeting her father and basically ghosting her, but he wanted a baby and she wanted a life with him. He honestly doesn’t know why this has become such a thing for him, but it has and he won’t let his judgemental fucking assistant stop him. 

While Dieter is sulking, you run your errands, and when you get back to his house, you are ready to work on finalizing his schedule. However, you’re shocked at what you find when you walk into his living room. He’s sobbing, holding what looks to be a baby onesie. You’re confused as you step closer. “Dieter. Is- is everything okay?” You ask hesitantly. Wondering what the hell happened with Anika to make him react like this.

It takes a moment for him to calm down. Taking deep, shuddering breaths. “S-she’s married.” He manages before he sobs again. “M-moved on and she- she- she-” His voice cracks and he clutches the onesie even tighter. “She’s pregnant!” He wails and buries his face in the little onesie he had seen and bought on a whim. ‘World’s Coolest Dad’ proudly printed on the front of the baby romper. 

Your eyes widen, “married? Pregnant? You only broke up with her two months ago! How the fuck did she move on so fast? I – I am so sorry. I know you had feelings for her… Kind of.“ You frown and watch him continue to wail. You realize now that he is serious about this. “I’ll do it.“ You declare.

“You will?” Dieter’s head pops up and his tear filled eyes widen dramatically. Panting still from the crying, his mood changes instantly. “You’ll have a baby for me?” He demands, needing to make sure you aren’t talking about something else. When you nod, he pushes up off the couch and starts to pace. “I’ll call my lawyer. Have the agreement sent over.” He rambles, having already talked to his legal council about all of this weeks ago. They had their doubts but they hadn’t voiced them as loudly as you had. “You sign over parental rights to the child, I will have sole custody. I’ll pay for all medical expenses, of course.” He tells you. “And pay you.”

You swallow, unsure of giving your baby to him completely, signing over parental rights to him. “Am I- am I still going to be your assistant after this? Or your babysitter?” You ask, knowing you need to come to terms with seeing your child every day and not being known as their mother. “Would they know I’m their mother?” You bite your lip. It feels…strange. Being paid for having his baby.

“Would you want that?” He stops pacing and turns towards you, a curious expression on his face. He hadn’t really thought about that. About you wanting to be involved beyond giving birth. Although now that he thinks about it, he can see that. “You could keep your job, if you want. I want you to, but you don’t have to.” He promises. “What do you want out of this?” 

“I - I’m not sure. I guess- I guess I want you to be happy. I would like to still be involved. I want the child to know I’m their mother.” You tell him, knowing you need to think more about this. “Besides, I’m sure you’d want the baby breastfed instead of formula.” You say, knowing he hates anything manufactured.

“Oh yeah.” He makes a face, nose scrunched and nods quickly. “I - I guess I just expected to buy milk.” He admits, biting his lip. He doesn’t tell you how he knows that breastmilk is available to purchase, sure that you would be grossed out by one of the few secrets that he had managed to keep from you. He didn’t view it as any different from cow’s milk if you really thought about it and it was designed for the human body. 

You raise your eyebrows before you shake your head, not surprised that he has contacts for breast milk. He has contacts for everything. “I mean, I could pump. I just - I don’t know how I’d feel just handing the baby over and acting like they aren’t mine. Is that something we need to decide now? How involved I am?” You ask.

Dieter shakes his head, not wanting to try to chisel everything into stone right away. It’s very different from his very free spirited lifestyle but there is one thing that he wants to make certain of. “I just- I want to make sure that you don’t take the baby and I never see my kid.” He tells you. “My mom did that and I never- my dad died before I got to know him.” He sighs, regretting that he never knew that side of himself. 

You shake your head, sitting down on his sofa. “I would never do that Dieter. Even if you fucked up beyond all comparison, I would still let you see your child if I had to take custody, but that would be if you aren’t capable. If I see you are caring for our child, making sure they are fed and looked after, then I would never question it.” You promise, knowing you need to think of this logically and not emotionally.

He nods, understanding what you are saying even if he doesn’t like it. “Do you really want to get pregnant by a turkey baster?” He asks, wrinkling his nose. “Carrying a baby for nine months and pushing it out without even the satisfaction of having an orgasm?” He shivers slightly, unable to imagine not having the pleasure of sex. 

You bite your lip, unable to deny that you’ve always wondered what he’d be like in bed. Would he be submissive? Or more dominant? Is he selfish or is he a giver? You’ve heard the moans of pleasure from men and women alike so you are certain he knows what he’s doing. “It wouldn’t be weird? You having sex with me? I- I didn’t think- I know you aren’t exactly interested in me.” You rub your hands on your jeans, stomach twisting. He’s so sexual and he’s never even made a saucy comment to you. Nothing.

He cocks his head, confused by your comment until he laughs. “Not interested in you?” He shakes his head and holds up his hands. “Where did you get a stupid idea like that? Because I don’t hit on you?” He sighs. “My agent threatened to have me chemically castrated if I hit on you and ran you off.” His hands come down and cup his cock and balls defensively, cringing at the thought of never being able to fuck again. “He said you could handle my shit and I wasn’t going to fuck it up.” 

You chuckle, knowing his agent would have threatened that. Dieter is a handful on a good day so he knows that you were the exception to the long line of assistants that Dieter has run off. You look up at him, eyes red from his prior sobs, and his stupid earring he got on a whim with the best piercer in L.A. It had to be the best. Then you look at his ragged t-shirt with a stain on it from his breakfast and down to his sweatpants that do little to conceal the impressive girth he has been blessed with. “So…uh, I know I’m not Anika but…you want to make a baby with me?” You ask, a little awkwardly.

“Really?” His expression turns hopeful, brows lifting and he breaks out into a happy grin when  you nod. “Yeah…fuck yeah!” He laughs and rushes over towards you, stopping just short of touching you. “I- can I- can I kiss you?” He feels awkward asking but he has never touched you beyond your role as his assistant. “Please?” 

You swallow, throat dry as butterflies flutter in your belly. It’s strange, seeing Dieter in this kind of situation instead of the man slurring down the phone that he wants McDonalds…not that he’d ever confess that when he’s sober. He always forgets about his high induced indulgences. You nod, exhaling shakily as he steps closer to you. You tilt your head and close your eyes as his hand cups your cheek. When his lips press against yours, you relax against him.

He’s fucking nervous. Butterflies dancing in his stomach wildly and for a second, he wishes that he has help from a little chemical calming. Taking his time and slowly deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue into your mouth. You were important to him, always standing beside him no matter what mess he found himself in. Even if it was because you were paid for it. You are still the person that knows him best and he groans into your mouth before he pulls back and kisses your lips softly one more time. “Bedroom?” He asks breathlessly. “The baby should be conceived in a bed, right?” He asks before another question comes to his mind. “Are- are you on birth control?” 

You can’t help but giggle, “yeah Bravo. I figured we could have a baby with me on birth control.” You roll your eyes playfully, reaching for his hand. “I’m not on anything. It’s uh, it’s been a while.” You confess, biting your lip as you fluster. Between running around after him and traveling constantly, you haven’t been able to speak to anyone, let alone sleep with anyone.

“Really?” He’s shocked at that. You are gorgeous and the only thing that has kept him from trying to hit on  you is that he likes the fact that his dick functions. He licks his lips and his breath catches in his throat at the idea of making you cum. “I, uh, I’d like to change that.” He admits. “Let me take you to bed? Make you cum?” He asks, even though you asked him to make a baby. He still believes in that age-old rule of consent. While he’s not particular about who he fucks, he wants everyone to have a good time and want it. 

Your cunt clenches at the idea. Sick of using your hands or your vibrator to cum. The poor toy is nearly worn out. Especially after that role Dieter had when he played a 1950s gangster and had to wear jeans and a leather jacket on set every day. He looked so hot, it wasn’t fair. You squeeze his hand, “I’d like that.” You chuckle at his eager grin as he practically drags you to his bedroom. The large round bed in the middle was a bitch to make but you admit it looks sexy in the middle of the room. “Nice to be making a mess of the bed instead of making it.” You quip once you’re in his room.

He chuckles and turns towards you, sliding his eyes up and down your body. He’s always pushed this idea of you and him out of his mind but he’s eager. Hands reaching up to grip your waist. Stepping closer, he hums as he catches a whiff of your perfume and he groans. “I want to strip you down.” He murmurs, voice deepening as his cock twitches in his pants. “I want to taste you first. Bury my tongue in your pussy, or ass, whichever you want.” He adds with a grin. “Make sure you realize you won’t have horrible sex with me.” 

You are a little breathless, unused to seeing the sexual side of Dieter. You seen every other side of him, but not this seductive side. You swallow harshly, “I - I’ve heard the screams of pleasure from the people you fuck…I highly doubt that.” You admit, your panties dampening at the fact that he wants to pleasure you. To make you cum. “I lied.” You admit, reaching for the hem of your blouse, “I- I don’t think it would be horrible to have sex with you. I just - I didn’t- I was lashing out.”

Huffing out a laugh, he reaches up and starts sliding his hands up your bare stomach as you pull your shirt up, cupping your tits over the fabric of your bra. “Which one turned you on more?” He asks huskily. “Me fucking a woman, or when there was a man in my bed?” He asks. “Did you want to watch? Join in?” He groans and pinches your nipples. “I wouldn’t have minded at all.” 

Your moan is breathy, his words soaking your panties. "God. I- the women turned me on, imagining me in your bed instead of them. The men...it's hot to think of you with another man. I imagined me in the middle, filled - filled up with two cocks. Or the women, having them lick my pussy while - while you fucked them." You confess your deepest fantasies, composure lost when he pinches your nipples through your bra.

He chuckles, delighted to learn that you have a dirty side. “Naughty.” He hums, rolling your nipples through the lace and tugs on them before he lets go and slides his hands around to unhook your bra and pull it off of you. His cock is half hard, growing steadily and he loves this feeling. Taking the place of his drug addiction and he moans when he sees your nipples, ducking his head down to suck on them eagerly. 

You gasp, tangling your fingers in his hair, “oh God. Dieter.” You arch your back, pushing your chest into his mouth. You caress his covered back, tugging on the material where you want the shirt off.

He pulls back reluctantly, groaning as he quickly pulls his shirt over his head and exposes his bare chest before he dives back into your chest again, burrowing his face between your tits like he has always imagined. Kissing one and then turning his head and kissing the other while he pushes them together. Pushing you back towards the bed even as he is crouched down. 

You fall back onto his bed, his body shifting to hover over you as he doesn’t pull away from your tits. “Fuck. They- they are gonna be full of milk for your baby in nine months time. Gonna - shit - gonna have to watch them feed from my tits.” You moan, suddenly discovering a slight breeding kink now that you are lost in a haze of lust. You caress his shoulders and back, shifting to open your legs for him to kneel between.

His cock twitches hard and he moans into your tits. “Fuck yes.” He muffles the words out, imagining your tits full of hot, fresh milk. He would fucking happily sample it, squeezing your tit and shoot a squirt of milk into his latte. He wiggles between your hips and presses you down into the mattress, letting go of one of your tits so he can slide it between your legs. 

You gasp when his fingers press against your clit, making you moan when he rubs through your thin leggings. “Dieter. God. I- I want you to make me cum.” You murmur, kissing along his jaw as he shifts to grind against your thigh.

He smirks and pulls his fingers away, making you whine. Rocking back onto his heels, his cock tents the fabric of his pants while he leans in to hook his fingers under the waistband of your pants and drag them down. “Always wanted to see what your pussy looks like, tastes like.” He confesses, spreading your legs wide and groaning at the sight of your wet folds. “Fuck baby, look at you.” He breathes out, lunging forward and burying his tongue in your cunt with a loud moan. 

The cry of combined shock/pleasure you let out is incredible and echoes in his bedroom. You've never had anyone eat you out with such...vigor. "Shit. Dieter. I- fuck. This is - God." You grip his stupid silk sheets as you rock into his face. "Yes! Oh God." You pant as he sucks on your clit.

He’s not thinking of anything but you. Loving the tanginess of your cunt and how responsive you are. It strokes his ego and despite you saying that you were lying, he has something to prove to you. Wanting to show off his skills and leave you amazed. He grips your hips and drags you closer to his mouth while his tongue pushes deeper inside you. 

You rock into his mouth, unable to believe how good his tongue feels inside of you while his nose nudges your clit. “Fuck baby. So - so good.” You gasp, lifting your leg over his shoulder so he can get deeper .

Dieter is eager to hear you cum. To see you twist in pleasure and taste you flood his mouth with your release. His cock throbs but he ignores it, a true artist doesn’t stop until his muse is crying out in bliss and coming apart. Dark eyes fixed on you while he moans into your cunt, pulling his tongue out and rasping out “cum” before he sucks your clit into his mouth and sucks on it like it was a dissolvable ecstasy tab. 

You hiss at the intense sensation, your back arching as you give in and cum. Flooding his tongue with your release, you gasp out for air as your cunt clamps down on his tongue. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck!” You cry, rocking your hips to work you through it.

Groaning, he continues to suck on your clit for a few more moments before he lets go of it and pushes his tongue back inside you. Eager to lap up all of your juices and slurp them down while you rock against his face and ride out your orgasm. 

“Fuck.” You hiss, unable to believe he made you cum that hard. You whine and push his head away after a few moments. “Baby. Baby, stop. I need - I need you to - to get undressed. I want to see you.” You plead, wanting to see his cock hard and throbbing for you.

He sits up, nodding dumbly, pussy drunk off your cunt and climbs off the bed so he can kick off his crocs and push his pants down. He’s not wearing any underwear so the wet spot on the front of them shows how he had been leaking pre-cum. Kicking them off his legs and standing tall, hands on his hips and looking down at you. “Still seen bigger?” He huffs at you. 

You eye his cock, shifting onto your knees so you can reach out to wrap your fingers around his cock. “Fuck baby. I- I was being a bitch. This - I don’t know if you’re gonna fit.” You tell him honestly, your fingers not even touching when you pump him. You know he doesn’t need an ego stroke but damn, he’s impressive.

Dieter groans and bats your hand away from his cock. “Then let’s open you up so you can fit me.” He grins and pushes you back on the bed. “Fingers or toys?” He asks, lifting a brow. “I have a new one that has never been used.” 

“Toy.” You tell him, wondering what he has in his collection. You have brought in several sex toys over the months so you’re curious. “Fuck, Dieter. I need something.” You whimper, shuffling to press your thighs together as he gets off of the bed.

He rubs his hands together and chuckles happily. “You stay right there.” He tells you before he speeds off to the closet to get the toy that he hasn’t opened yet. It’s one that he had been saving for a partner and not himself so he is curious to see what you think about it. He pulls it out of the package and walks through to the bathroom to wash it. Again, something most wouldn’t think he would know about but infections from dirty toys were nasty and he didn’t want that for you. 

You sit up, watching him come back into the bedroom, and you are surprised at the dildo he is carrying and proudly displays to you. “Is that - Fuck. You bought that?” You ask, sitting up to examine the toy.

“Cool isn’t it?” He holds it up and winks at you. “It’s tapered so we can work you open as you take more of it.” He chuckles, holding up the bottle of lube that he would use with it. “No? You want me to pull out a different one? They are clean but…” He trails off and waits for your reaction. 

“It’s…different.” You giggle, “let’s try it. I’ve never used anything like it.” You confess, shifting to kneel on the bed. “Come on, handsome. Use your toy on my pussy. Work it out.” You look over your shoulder, shifting to lean forward on your forearms as you wiggle your ass.

He hadn’t expected you to get onto your knees, grinning as he looks down at the purple tentacle vibrator in his hands. “You want this in your pussy, pretty girl?” He coos as he kneels on the bed again. Flipping open the cap of the lube and smearing a generous amount of it on the toy. “Want me to break you open to fit my cock inside you and fill you up?” 

“Mmm. Yes baby. Please.” You pant, your cunt clenching around nothing. You whimper when he presses the tip of the toy against your entrance. “Oh fuck.” You moan, loving the feeling of being filled up.

Dieter can’t help but wrap his free hand around his cock while the toy slowly breaks you open. Giving him a view that he honestly thought he would never see except for in his wildest imagination. Slowly pumping his length while he pulls the toy back just to press it forward another half and inch more. Watching the lips of your cunt stretch around it. “Fuck, you are taking it well.” He groans, twitching in his hand as he imagines pushing inside you. “You want to cum again?” He switches on the vibrator of the toy and angles it down. 

“Oh God. I- shit - didn’t know it vibrated. Fuck. Baby, I- yes. I want to cum again. Please baby. Make me cum.” You plead, rocking back onto the toy, gasping when it stretches you out and pushes against something incredible inside of you. “Yes. That feels good. So good.”

Dieter hums, steadily working the toy in and out of your cunt, each push just a little easier every time, going just a bit deeper. Working you open expertly. His hand works his cock, giving him some relief and he can’t wait to push inside you himself. Feel how tight you are around him. “Good”. He groans. “Cum for me. Wanna see it.”

You rock back onto the toy, moaning his name as you tilt your hips and the toy hits that spot inside of you. “Oh shit. Yes. Right there.” You choke, rocking back onto the toy to hit that same spot and after a few rocks of your hips, you cum. Clamping down on the toy and soaking it as you cry out, echoing off of the walls of his bedroom.

He grins, loving how your back arches and your thighs tremble. Letting go of his cock and he starts rubbing your puckered hole while thrusting the toy into you faster. Wanting you to cum again and take all of the toy down to the base. “Fuck.” He hisses, high off of hearing your cries of pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” You squeal when his thumb rubs your puckered hole, the toy moving faster inside of you. “Fuck. Dieter. Oh shit.” You grip the sheets, thrusting back onto the toy until you can’t do anything but struggle to keep your ass in the air. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna - oh shit!” You scream, clamping down on the toy again.

A dribble of precum falls off the tip of his cock, leaking heavily while you cum. The base of the toy pressed against your lips and he knows that you can take him now. He slowly slips the toy out of your cunt and admires how it flutters, the hole a hell of a lot bigger than it was when he first started using the toy on you. “Are you ready?” He asks, running his hand over your ass.

You swallow, looking over your shoulder at him. The air suddenly feels heavy with what you’re about to do. This isn’t just sex. This is babymaking sex, and the weight of it makes you shudder with nerves. You nod, certain of your decision, and you shift to kneel. “How do you want me?” You ask, wondering what position he wants you in to conceive.

“I-“ He stops and rubs the back of his neck, suddenly wondering why he is nervous for what he is about to ask for. “Is missionary okay?” He asks quietly. “I want- is it okay to kiss you- while we?” He breaks off, looking away and blushing.

You smile, nodding. “Yeah. We can do that.” You shift to lay down, thinking it’s sweet that he wants to be able to kiss you. He’s blushing as well. You were certain that he wanted to fuck you hard and fast, get this over with. You exhale shakily as you watch him shift to kneel between your thighs, his cock leaking pre-cum and twitching. “You ready to make a baby, Bravo?” You tease to lighten the mood.

“Fuck yes.” He groans, pausing and tilting his head down at you. “This is the first time I’ve done this.” He tells you. “Fucked to make a baby, that is.” He clarifies, like you would have ever thought of him a virgin. His hand slides up your thigh, pulling it up over his hip before he braces his weight over you. Looking down and guiding himself to press at your entrance. “Ready?” He asks, pushing inside you slowly when you nod, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours while his cock slides in. 

Your gasp is smothered by his mouth as his tongue slides in to caress yours while he pushes into you. You grip his shoulders, ignoring the slight sting from his girth stretching you out despite opening you up with the toy. You've had sex many times in your life but this feels different. It's not like making love with a boyfriend, this feels weighted. This sex is to create a baby and it makes your heart pound in your chest.

Dieter groans when he bottoms out, pausing for a moment and closing his eyes. Savoring the feel of you around him. It’s been awhile, and he doesn’t want to just pump you full of his cum and be done. There’s a few things he wants to do with you and if you enjoy this, maybe you won’t say no. “Feels good.” He pants, kissing the side of your mouth and twitching inside you. “Fuck - really good.”

You wrap your legs around him, pushing him impossibly deeper, and when he begins to rock his hips, you tilt your head back and sigh in bliss. He takes the opportunity to kiss along your neck, his body barely moving as he just moves his hips, almost reluctant to pull out of you more than a few inches. "Dieter. Fuck. I just - didn't know you were this good."

“You weren’t listening closely then.” He grunts, teasing you and hissing when you clench down around him. “Fuck.” He kisses down your jaw and nuzzles your ear steadily rocking into you. “So that means we can do this again?” He ventures, shifting so that he can lower himself down more, moving to his elbows instead of his hands.

You chuckle, pressing your heels into his lower back. “Depends on how hard you make me cum, Bravo. Perhaps it will only be this - this time. Besides, it only takes one time to get pregnant. Mind you, your - your fucking sperm are probably high too. Slows them down.” You chuckle breathlessly.

He huffs and bites you playfully. “May-maybe I need to take speed then.” He jokes, fingers curling around your shoulder and he gives another deep thrust of his hips. “Or just keep myself buried deep.” He groans, pulling back an inch and rocking forward again.

You cry out when he hits deep inside of you, his cock stretching you with each thrust. “Or just stop drugs altogether.” You suggest breathily, knowing he won’t do it but it would be best for the child. 

He chuckles, “we’ll see.” He offers, despite knowing it’s his only pleasure in life. However, your tight cunt could quickly take second place. 

“Faster. I want - I want you to make me cum. Apparently it helps with conception.” You tell him, half joking as you reach between you to rub your clit.

Once you give him the go ahead to start moving faster, Dieter loses control. Starting to frantically thrust into you, moaning and biting his lip while he tries to keep from cumming too soon. “Cum.” He begs, keeping his thrusts hard and deep inside you. “Cum for me, cum and I’ll get you pregnant.” He promises. 

You rub your clit frantically as he pushes into you. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Diet- I’m gonna - I’m gonna - oh shit!” You shriek beneath him as you clamp down on his cock, making him feel impossibly bigger as he moves inside of you. You pant, unable to believe how hard he is making you orgasm.

Groaning, Dieter turns his head, dark eyes on you and he presses his lips to yours while you cling to him. Rocking you through your high, he chases his own. Grunts bubbling out of his chest and he had planned to make you cum again but you are too fucking tight. “I’m sorry.” He gasps out, thrusting deep and his body jerks as hot ropes of cum spurt out of his cock to paint your womb. 

You exhale shakily, knowing how poignant this moment is. This could be the moment you conceive his child. You kiss his jaw, seeing the heavy look on his face, and you know he knows how precious this moment could be.

Closing his eyes, he leans in and presses his forehead to yours, gently rocking his hips and trying to keep as much of his cum inside you as he can. Finally not moving, buried deep inside of you as he opens his eyes and gives you a slightly bashful smile. “Hey.” He murmurs softly, feeling better than any bump of coke could give him. He’s hopeful, eager to see if he’s succeeded in getting you pregnant.

You can’t help but cup his cheek, seeing the softness in those beautiful dark brown eyes. There’s a reason he’s a major movie star. “Hey.” You smile, unable to believe you just fucked your boss. Something you never imagined would happen. “So, uh, I guess we see what happens.” You murmur, lowering your hand.

Dieter lifts his brows, glancing down your body and nodding. “Yeah.” He agrees breathlessly, shifting back and pulling out of you as easily as he can. When his cock pulls out with a plop, his cum starts sliding out of you and his eyes widen. “Fuck.” He curses, grabbing a pillow to shove under your hips. “Keep it in, keep it in!” 

You shift quickly, keeping your hips up. “You know, I don’t think that actually makes any difference.” You raise your eyebrows at him. 

“Maybe not but I don’t want to risk anything. You need to stay there for thirty minutes.” He says and you huff, “can you at least get my phone and get me a snack?”

“Snack, uh yeah, snack.” He snaps his fingers and hops off the bed to pull on his pants again despite the nearly dry precum stain. “I’ll get you a snack, something healthy right? I think I’ve got something. And some water.” He rushes out of the room to figure out what he can get you, slightly panicking because he didn’t look up foods pregnant women couldn’t eat. 

You relax into his soft, stupidly round, bed, and look up when he walks back in with a plate of celery. “Um…I appreciate you getting that but…I’m - I meant an actual snack. Not just celery. You didn’t even get a dip.” You chuckle at how hopeless he is sometimes. 

“I didn’t know - I didn’t Google what you can and can’t eat while pregnant.” 

You shake your head, “I’m not pregnant yet.”

“Oh yeah, uh- I have the leftovers from that charcuterie board you ordered for me the other day.” He offers, setting down the plate and a bottle of water before he digs your phone out of his pocket. “I’ll go get that.” He tells you, turning around and rushing out again. 

You sigh, leaning back against the sheets while your ass is elevated. You are firm on your decision to do this for him but you don’t know how you’re going to handle him hovering over you constantly. Maybe he will get distracted once the novelty has worn off. He comes back in with the charcuterie and you smile at him, “thank you. Gotta eat this while I still can.”

“Yeah.” He is a little conflicted, unsure of what to do now. “Well-” He claps his hands together, and blows out a breath. “I’ll let you enjoy it. I’m gonna -” He falters for a second, not really having anything planned but he doesn’t want to creep you out by staring. “Gonna go shower.” He tells you before he picks up the toy and disappears into the bathroom. 

**** 

You sigh, staring down at the pregnancy test. Number who the fuck knows. It’s been four months since Dieter first tried to knock you up and you are wondering what is wrong with you. Maybe it’s him. You don’t know. All you know is that he is starting to get impatient, leaning against the bathroom door while you wait for the timer to go off. “You know, maybe it’s not me that’s the problem.” You say, crossing your arms as you lean against the bathroom counter.

He scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s not me.” He promises, staring at the test and wonders if insemination might have honestly been the best option. He didn’t mind the sex, fucking loved it, but as the months passed he was worried you might just throw in the towel. “I sold my sperm to a bank back in college.” He admits with a shrug. “Needed the money.” 

You sigh, “maybe it’s me. Maybe I was a bad choice for this.” You cover your face when the timer goes off. “I can’t look at it. You look at it.” You tell him, blindly grabbing the test and shoving it towards him.

Dieter takes the test, wanting to reassure you that it is okay, but he can’t. You two aren’t in a relationship. You are only sleeping with him so you can get pregnant. He takes a deep breath and turns it over, choking out a gasp as he stares at the two lines. “I- fuck.” He whispers. “You’re pregnant.” 

You lower your hand from your widened eyes. “What?” You gasp, stepping towards him. “I’m - the test. It’s positive. I’m pregnant?” You ask in disbelief. Grabbing the test, you start at it in shock. “I’m - I’m pregnant.” You grin, staring at the test.

He grins, wanting to lean in and kiss you, but he doesn’t. You are pregnant and you hadn’t agreed to anything beyond conception. Leaning over and staring at the test in awe. “You’re pregnant. I’m going to be a dad.” He murmurs, eyes widening with glee. “I’m going to be a dad!” He cries out happy, breaking out into a silly dance. 

You giggle, watching him dance for joy before it hits you that he’s gonna be a dad, but you can’t say you’re going to be a mother. You place your hand on your lower stomach, reminding yourself that you agreed to this arrangement. You signed the paperwork. You know this is his child. “Congratulations.” You tell him, lowering your hand, and you bite your lip as you set the pregnant test down on the counter.

Dieter looks over at you. “We need to make you an appointment.” He hums. “Get you on prenatal vitamins and make sure you and the baby are okay.” He can’t help himself, lunging forward and pressing his lips to yours while he hugs you desperately. “Oh my god. You’re carrying my baby!” He grins at you and turns around the race out of the bathroom to make the calls. 

You watch him leave, sitting down on the toilet seat as you grip the test, continuing to stare at it. It’s strange, knowing this isn’t your baby, not really. You always imagined this moment to be with your husband or boyfriend, excited to be parents. Still, you agreed to this. You’re getting paid for this.

****

“We’re gonna get an ultrasound today right? I was promised we could look at the baby.” Dieter taps on the receptionist desk nervously, bouncing one leg as the woman types on a keyboard, checking the two of you in. 

“Yes, Mr. Bravo.” She isn’t star struck, this practice took care of all manner of Hollywood elite. 

“Amazing.” He breathes out, grinning before he turns back to where you are seated, filling out the paperwork. He sits down and looks around. “You know, they delivered Chris Helmsworth’s last baby.” He tells you with a nod. “He gave me the name of the OB.”

You hum, filling out the paperwork and he takes it to hand it back to the receptionist. This place doesn’t take insurance. It’s insanely expensive and you told Dieter you’d go to your regular OBGYN but he refused, insisting on this place. As you wait for your appointment, you waste time scrolling through your emails on your phone and you gasp in protest when he grabs it from your hand. 

“Stop using your phone so much. The frequency waves are bad for the baby.” He shoves the phone in your purse. 

“And who will be managing your schedule if I can’t access my phone?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“I’ll just-“ he stops and thinks about it. He had been about to say that he would hire an assistant for you but he doesn’t. Instead he rolls his eyes. “Just keep it away from your stomach.” He asks, biting his lip and looking down at where his child is resting. He wants to touch it, to touch you, but you haven’t offered and he doesn’t want to push. It’s still your body.

You huff, “fine.” He’s already taken away your coffee, thrown every bottle of booze out of your apartment despite you telling him that you wouldn’t drink it. The nurse opens the door and calls your name. You stand up, looking at Dieter. “Come on then.” You tell him, grabbing your purse. You can’t deny you’re nervous.

His hand rests on your back, guiding you into the exam room and he looks around, eyes wide. There are diagrams of a pregnant mother, even a life sized display of a head crowning in a vagina. “Holy shit, it gets that big?” He demands, looking over at the nurse for confirmation before he looks over at you in amazement. “You see this?”

You chuckle at his wide eyes, “yeah. It gets to 10cm. Plus if your baby’s head is as big as yours, I’m gonna need stitches.” You snort. The nurse takes your vitals and then asks you a few questions about when your last period was before she tells you to get undressed and put on the gown so they can do an examination. 

“You want me to step out?” Dieter asks. 

You chuckle, “you’ve seen it all already.” You quickly strip off and shrug on the gown.

He tries not to stare but you are so gorgeous, even more so now that you are pregnant with his child. Biting his lip as he looks around, reading one of the posters on light spotting during pregnancy. He didn’t know women could bleed while they are pregnant. He frowns and looks over at you. “Are you spotting at all? Have you been?” You’ve been having sex regularly, at least once a day until you took that last test.

“A little but it’s normal. I thought it was my period until we took the test. It’s just - it’s normal. Nothing to worry about.” You promise, sitting down on the edge of the medical bed. 

There’s a knock at the door and the doctor comes in, a smile on her face. “Hey. How are you?” She says, shaking your hand before she looks at Dieter, “are you our daddy?” She asks and he nods, a proud look on his face.

Dieter listens intently while the doctor explains what she is going to be doing, a serious look on his face. Using his ability to memorize lines in minutes to commit what she’s saying to memory. “I want to examine you, the test says you are indeed pregnant, so this is just a check to make sure everything is okay.” The doctor says with a smile.

You nod, shifting to lay down as the doctor examines you. You’re used to it with Pap smears but this feels different, knowing you have a baby inside of you. “Everything looks good.” The doctor smiles, “let’s take a look at baby shall we?” She suggests, lifting up your gown after the nurse grabs a sheet to keep you covered before they squirt the gel onto your lower stomach.

Dieter hovers eagerly, springing up from his chair and coming to stand beside you. Heart pounding in his chest and he looks at you before back at the ultrasound. The doctor presses the wand and he hears that sound of the fluid rushing around and squints, trying to make out the gray mass. “I don’t see it.” He worries, reaching for your hand.

The doctor chuckles, “your baby is very small right now. There they are.” She points to the blob on the screen and you inhale sharply, the entire thing suddenly very real. You feel Dieter squeeze your hand as the doctor points at the screen and you would never tell him, but you’re certain you fall in love with the tiny baby inside of you at that moment.

Dieter cries. Zero shame in it, blubbering like a baby right there in the exam room while looking at the baby in your stomach. “It’s a bean. Baby bean.” He sobs. Squeezing your hand and squeezing his eyes tight to try to control his emotions. “God, I love it already.” He promises, making the doctor smile. 

“Do you want pictures to take with you?” She asks, making him nod eagerly. “Yes, yes we need pictures.”

You aren’t surprised at how emotional outburst, knowing he was excited and sad with every pregnancy test, tears in his eyes when it was negative. You swallow the lump in your throat, nodding at the doctor. You’d like a picture for your purse. You want to get everything you can during this pregnancy, knowing it will be the only time in this child’s life that they would be yours. The doctor cleans up your stomach, grabs the prenatal vitamins and tells you to schedule your next appointment with the receptionist after giving you the do’s and don’t’s of being pregnant. “See, I told you I can have decaf coffee in moderation.” You tell Dieter as you stand up from the bed to redress.

Dieter frowns, looking at the list and shakes his head. “I guess.” He huffs, unconvinced before he looks up at you. “You need to move in with me.” He announces, dropping the idea that had been in his head since that positive test on you like a ton of bricks.

Your eyes widen as you pull up your jeans, determined to wear them while you still can. “Excuse me? Move in with you? That- that wasn’t part of the deal.” You tell him, shaking your head. You’re not sure you could handle Dieter twenty-four hours a day. “You couldn’t pay me enough to live with you.” You snort, pulling on your blouse.

He pouts at that, huffing and folding his arms over his chest. “A few months ago you also said I couldn’t pay you enough to have my baby.” He reminds you before he drops his arms and reaches for your hand. “Please?” He begs. “You don’t have to- you’d get your own room and all. I just- I want to be there for everything. Help you when you get bigger.”

You bite your lip, considering it. You know you’re going to struggle with groceries and just getting your shoes on as your process through this pregnancy. Plus it would be fun to make Dieter run around after you for a change. “Fine. Fine. My own room.” You tell him, knowing how he gets when he feels lonely. Slipping on your shoes, he nods and you make your way out to get the prints of the ultrasound. God knows what awaits you living with Dieter.

****

“Come on.” Dieter huffs and frowns at you, giving you a pleading look before he slides his gaze down to your stomach. “It’ll just be around the house. I promise I won’t touch you in public.” He is slightly insulted, you insisting that he act like it was before the baby. You are pregnant with his child, he wants to touch your stomach all the time. “You get to touch the baby all the time.” He whines, hating that he hasn’t touched you in weeks, since the last doctor’s appointment and you’ve been right under his nose the entire time, moving in and sliding seamlessly into his routine. 

You sigh, knowing you should let him touch your belly but you want this to be your time with the baby before they are born and you end up as their nanny and nothing more. Still, he will keep bugging you if you don’t let him touch you. “Fine. Come on then.” You gently pat your stomach, before you sit down on the sofa and wait for him.

He lights up, grinning from ear to ear and he rushes over to the sofa. Settling down beside you and when you grab his hand to put it on top of your shirt and jeans, he shakes his head. “Skin to skin touch.” He insists, pulling away and unbuttoning the top of your jeans and sliding down the zipper. Eager to caress your stomach, your skin again. He knows you don’t want to sleep with him anymore, you’ve not once asked him to fuck you since you found out and he understands it, the agreement was for making a baby, not pleasure. Still, he ends up jerking off in the shower nearly every night, thinking about how he filled you up, your tight cunt filled with his seed and now his baby planted inside you. 

You huff but pull your shirt up, letting him caress the bump. The baby has started kicking but you haven’t told him yet, knowing he’d be like a kid in a candy shop and would never leave you alone until he felt the baby kick. “Better?” You ask, half teasing his eagerness to be involved in every aspect of this baby. If you’re being truthful, you’ve missed his touch. Having to rub your clit or use your vibrator at night while thinking of how he felt when he was inside of you. You know he will seek out lovers soon. Not one to go without sex for too long, you know he will find someone to fuck, possibly while you’re in the room next to his.

He groans, hands rubbing your stomach and he loves it. The small bump is perfect and he wishes that he could get closer. Shifting to the floor in front of you, he pushes his shoulders between your thighs, moving them apart and presses his nose to your stomach. “Hey little bean.” He coos, closing his eyes with a smile and his hands hold each side of your belly tenderly. “It’s daddy.” 

You swallow down the lump in your throat, tears in your eyes at how tender he is. You can’t help but reach down to run your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles your belly. You gasp when the baby kicks, right against his hand.

“Fuck.” Dieter exhales shakily, eyes wide and darting up to meet yours. “Did you- they kicked!” He bubbles happily. “Woah. Do it again.” He orders your stomach nuzzling into you more and practically giggling when the baby kicks him again. “Oh my fucking God.” He murmurs. “This is amazing. Does it feel weird?”

You nod, “a little. It’s strange.” You smile, amazed at his awed reaction. It’s different to see this side of him instead of the drug induced demanding Oscar winning actor that you are employed by. You run your fingers through his hair again, biting your lip as you imagine him lower on your body.

Dieter nods, “you have a little alien inside you.” He jokes, nuzzling your stomach again and his mouth catches on the waistband of your panties. It’s weird but he’s fucking throbbing right now. Your scent is so close and he swears he can feel the heat from your cunt on his neck. “Smells so good.” He murmurs, closing his eyes and humming. His tongue darts out to taste your skin.

You whimper at the feel of his tongue on your skin. You’ve been so horny because of the hormones but you haven’t asked him to touch you, figuring he only had sex with you to get you pregnant. “Dieter.” You murmur, tugging on his hair a little. “I- I want you to touch me.” You plead softly, wanting to feel him somehow.

His cock twitches and he looks up at you. Eyes darting back and forth across your face before he nods. “Can I eat you out?” He asks, wanting to see if you taste different now that you are pregnant. He read that some women’s taste changes and he is curious. “Suck on your clit?”

You moan at his dirty words, nodding, and you push at your jeans, lifting your hips so he can pull them down your legs to leave you in your lace panties. “I need something. Need your mouth on me. I- it’s been too long.” You confess, reaching up to cup your own tender breast.

Dieter moans pressing his mouth to your panties. “Fuck I’ve wanted to.” He confesses. “Didn’t want- didn’t want to push you.” He pushes the material to the side and flicks his tongue over your clit. “You are so sexy like this.” He moans and seals his lips over your cunt.

You cry out, overly sensitive and he knows your body like his own after months of trying for a baby. He had prepped you with his mouth nearly every time and wouldn’t let you suck his cock, not wanting an cum to go to waste. You lean back into the sofa, a ragged moan escaping your lips when he sucks on your clit before dipping his tongue down to your entrance, pushing inside. “Shit, Dieter. That - that feels so good.”

Dieter groans, looking up at you, even as he puts his hands back on your belly. He loved eating you out while you were trying and he’s missed it. Those breathy moans and cries of his name stroking his ego and making him harder than a rock. He curls his tongue up, pressing against your wall and makes sure his nose is right up against your bundle of nerves.

You whine, arching your back as his nose nudges your clit, and it sends you over the edge. You cry out, a moan escaping your lips as you cum. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes!” You choke, feeling like your entire body is shaking as you orgasm quicker than you ever have in your life.

He honestly hates that you’ve cum so quickly. Easing up on the pressure of his mouth to softly carry you through it, he wishes it had lasted longer. That you had twisted and bucked up under his mouth more. Watching you until you whine again and then he pulls away, covering your pussy with your panties again and kissing your belly once more before he rocks back on his heels, his mouth soaked in your juices.

Your chest heaves as you look down at him, knowing his cock must be hard. You reach down to grip his slicked up chin. “I need you to fuck me.” You order, looking into his nearly black eyes. 

“Yes ma’am.” He nods, scrambling to stand up and he pulls his ragged t-shirt over his hand before shoving down his sweatpants. You moan at the sight of his hard cock, reaching out to wrap your fingers around him. 

“You horny, baby?” You coo, twisting your wrist as you pump him before swiping your thumb over the leaking head.

“Fuck yes.” His chin drops down to his chest and he moans loudly when you squeeze him tight. “Oh fuck, fuck.” He hisses, pulling his hips back and diving for your waist to strip your panties off. “Need to fuck you.” He pants, pulling them off and tossing them on the coffee table. “Wanted to for so long.” He shuffles forward again and bites his lip. “How?”

You shuffle to stand up from the sofa, admiring the way his cock bobs as he shifts to let you position yourself how you want. “Sit down.” You order and he nods, quickly moving to sit down on the sofa. You turn your back and shift to hover over him. Reaching between you to grip his cock, you position him at your entrance before you sink down, shifting to lean back against him so your bump isn’t pressed against his torso. “Fuck.” You groan when he is fully seated, turning your head to kiss his jaw as you stretch around his girth, still feeling the pinch despite taking him many times.

“Fuck.” Dieter hisses, digging his fingers into your thighs and twitching inside you. “Fuck, you’re always so tight. How are you so tight?” He murmurs, kissing along your shoulder. “Want to paint you.” He murmurs, sliding his hands up to caress the belly that is housing his child. “You are gorgeous like this. Be my muse. Let me paint you.”

“Okay.” You reply breathily, imagining him painting you when you’re pregnant with his child. Perhaps it will be something you can convince him to give you as a momento when you hand your baby over to him. You grip his knees as you work yourself on his cock, slow and steady as you rock on him. “Shit. It’s - because you’re so fucking thick. That’s why.” You answer his prior question. “Just got used to it.” You confess, resting your head on his shoulder.

“So let me keep fucking you.” The words slip out before he can stop himself. Caught up in the tightness of your cunt and the elation of you agreeing to let him paint you. “I-I’ll take care of you.” He promises. “Whenever your little pussy needs my thick cock in it.” He groans and twitches again, sliding one hand down to rub your clit. Wanting you to cum again.

You moan at his words, “yes. Yes. It’s yours. All yours.” You vow, lost in the haze of pleasure to really think about what you’re saying. His fingers expertly rubbing your clit. “Want you to - to make me cum every day. Please.” You beg, rocking on his cock despite the way your thighs burn.

Dieter groans, loving the way you are squeezing him. “Oh fuck.” He reaches up and palms your tits, gentling his touch when you hiss. “Are they sore, baby?” He coos. “Need Dieter to suck on them for you?”

You nod, "yes. Yes. Need - need your mouth." You shift off of his cock, ignoring his whine of protest as you straddle his lap so you are facing him, your bump between you as you reach down to grip his cock again. Sliding it between your folds before notching him and sinking back down onto his length. "Shit." You hiss in pleasure, the head of his cock hitting just right.

Dieter lunges forward, pushing your tit up gently and wraps his lips around the nipple. Loving how you cry out and tug on his hair with every suck of his mouth. “Good.” He moans around your skin. Closing his eyes and feeling you squeeze him as you ride his cock.

You are gasping his name as he switches breasts, his cock hitting that same spot over and over again. You cry out, coming to a stop as you cum, soaking his cock and his name is on your lips as you shake against his body. You’re so sensitive now, it’s incredible how fast you can cum. “Yes! Oh shit.” You moan, slumping against him.

Dieter hums, feeling you cum and leans back. Pulling off your tit with a pop and looking up at you. “Feel better baby?” He hums, rubbing your back. He’s not going to keep fucking you unless you want him to.

“Yes. Yes. I- I want you to cum too. How do you want to cum?” You ask him, kissing up his neck. You’re lost in the aftermath of your orgasm as you hum against his skin. “Want to cum inside of me? Fuck me from behind or just thrust up into me. Or do you want to jerk off and cum all over my ass? Or on my face? Or do you want to cum down my throat?” You offer him the options, nipping the skin of the tattoo he has behind his ear.

“Oh shit.” Dieter’s eyes widen in surprise and he looks at you. “I- you want to suck me off?” He asks, slightly breathless at the prospect of feeling your mouth around him. You had never done that the entire time you were having sex before. “I- uh, you choose. I don’t want to push you into something.”

You have your answer at how breathless he sounds. "You could never push me into anything, Bravo. We both know that." You scoff, shifting off of his cock and kneeling in front of him. You grip his throbbing length, slick with your cum, and you lean forward to wrap your lips around the head.

“Oh shit, oh shit.” He hisses at how good your mouth feels around him. He barely keeps his ass on the sofa, almost chasing your mouth with you pulling back. There have been plenty of fantasies involving your mouth over the years and he’s in heaven with your lips wrapped around his dick.

You moan around his cock, jaw stretched wide, and you choke slightly when he presses forward. You persist, desperate to watch him cum, and you pump what you can't fit into your mouth with your hand.

“God.” He keeps his eyes on you, watching you swallow his dick down. “Don’t choke yourself, it’s bad for the baby.” He huffs, cupping your cheek and stroking your jaw. “Didn’t think you could do it.” He admits, groaning when you slide your hand down to fondle his balls. “Oh fuck, gonna cum.” He gasps out.

You need him to cum, wanting to see him fall apart and feel him spurt down your throat. You moan around him, hoping the vibrations send him over the edge and they do. He growls, eyes closing as he cums, his seed spilling down your throat and you swallow to make sure none of it escapes.

He practically melts into the sofa, stroking your cheek while he throbs in your mouth. Sighing when the last ropes of cum are swallowed down and he finally opens his eyes. “Holy shit.” He pants. “That was- fuck.” He chuckles. “I needed that.”

You smile as you pull off of his cock, licking the tip playfully before you lean back on your haunches. “I did not expect that to happen today.” You confess, reaching down to caress your bump. You offer him a smile before you groan, shifting to stand up. You know he will rush off now to study a script or get high or whatever it is he does during his time alone.

“Shit.” Dieter’s eyes widen and he looks at you. “You haven’t eaten.” He huffs, shaking his head. “We need to order something.” He pulls out his phone and opens up the app. “What do you want? No sushi, no deli meats or soft cheeses.”

You roll your eyes at him. He’s been trying to feed you constantly, make sure you eat enough for the baby despite you telling him you’re fine. “Oooo, you know what I am craving right now?” You ask and he tilts his head. “McDonalds. A Quarter Pounder with fries and a milkshake sounds delicious.” You groan, suddenly ravenous.

Dieter makes a face and immediately shakes his head. “Do you know how many preservatives are in that shit?” He grumbles, swiping through the restaurants and trying to find something that is a better option for you. “You need to eat healthy. The baby will be better off.” He tells you. “How about In & Out? It’s better. Or there’s a new all natural burger place that opened up?”

You stare at him, wondering why he won’t just let you have something you are craving when you’re carrying his damn baby. Your lower lip trembles as he rattles off some organic health cafe that does this boring salads that taste like shit and a sob escapes your lips. He looks up at you, eyes wide, and you break into tears. Sobbing, you shake your head at him. “You- you - you can’t just - just let me have - a - a fucking McDonalds. You - you asshole.” You cry, shifting to stand up and you reach for your clothes.

“Oh shit, don’t cry.” Dieter drops his phone and reaches for you. “Shhhh shhhh I’m an idiot.” He tells you, panic stricken by your tears. “You can have McDonalds. You can have all the McDonalds you want.” He promises, willing to do anything to make you stop crying. “Want me to go get it?” It doesn’t matter that he’s naked, he will be out the door in seconds. “I’ll go get it. What kind of milkshake?”

You hiccup, sobs softening as he tries to placate you. “Cho-chocolate.” You whimper, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You are a little calmer now that he’s agreed to get it. You have been having every vitamin he gets you plus eating healthy. Sometimes though, a pregnant woman just needs a damn burger and fries. “Tha-thank you.” You sniff, rubbing your cheeks.

“You just relax.” Dieter tells you, grabbing his pants and shirt, quickly throwing them on. “I’ll be right back with your McDonalds.” He promises, rushing towards the front door without shoes on and grabbing the keys to his car as he slams the front door open dramatically.

You walk to your bedroom, grabbing your pajamas and you settle on the sofa to watch tv after you wash up and wash your face. You feel a little guilty for your emotional outburst and when he comes back with your McDonalds, you tell him to sit next to you. “I’m sorry I freaked out.  I just-  I have such a craving.” You confess, grabbing some fries out of the bag and shoving them into your mouth with a groan.

“Don’t worry about it.” Dieter shakes his head. “Lord knows I’m dramatic.” He jokes, watching you start to scarf down the food. It smells good, not that he would ever admit it. He never remembers all the times he called you begging for McDonalds when he was stoned out of his mind. “I’m gonna go paint the nursery.” He tells you, having gotten new paints earlier. “Do you need anything else?”

You shake your head, ignoring the pang of sadness that you aren’t picking out the nursery together. Reminded once again of your lack of paternity bar carrying and birthing this baby. You sigh, shoving more fries into your mouth as you change the channel, trying to distract yourself from thinking about the future.

Painting for hours, Dieter grins and he stands back and looks at the room. It’s finished. He tosses his brushes in the varnish and nearly trips over the drop cloth he had put down. Flecks of paint speckle his arms and are in his hair, but he doesn’t care, eager to see what you think. “It’s done!” He tells you as he comes into the living room. “Come see what you think!”

You sigh as you follow him down the hall, stomach twisting to know that this is his baby’s nursery. He covers your eyes as you walk towards the room, guiding you inside and lowers his hands. Your eyes widen, jaw on the floor as you look at the walls of the nursery. You can’t believe it. Mind you, it’s Dieter Bravo so you’re not sure what you expected. “Absolutely not.” You shake your head. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.” You turn to look at him. 

“What?” He frowns, “what’s wrong?” 

You gesture to the walls. “Dieter. Are you serious? You cannot have cherubs…fucking on your child’s nursery walls.”

There are scenes of debauchery everywhere. Every conceivable position and act is painted out across the walls. A veritable orgy of cherubs engaging in sexual congress. “It’s not like kiddie porn or anything.” Dieter huffs, crossing his arms and looking at the walls. “They’re youthful, spirited. Lustful.” He waggles his brows slightly and tosses you a grin. “They’re doing what we were to make the baby.” He coos, reaching out and caressing your belly again.

You step away from him, walking further into the nursery to examine the cherubs. “They gotta go. There’s no way this baby will be looking at that every night and day. It’s - it’s obscene. I’m not a prude - obviously, I work for you - but this is too much. Dieter, a baby’s nursery should have animals or - or cartoons or flowers. Something sweet and cute. Not this. It’s incredible, you’re an incredible artist but you can’t have this in your baby’s nursery. It’s gotta go.”

His grin falls and he looks around the room, huffing as he examines it. Maybe it was a little too much. “Fine.” He grumbles after a minute. “I’ll repaint it.” He concedes begrudgingly before he looks over at you in horror. “Get out! The fumes are bad for the baby!” He tells you, rushing over and grabbing your arm to hurry you out of the room and to fresh air.

You shuffle out of the room, rolling your eyes at his overzealous nature. You swear he’d wrap you in bubble wrap if he could. After cleaning up the kitchen with the natural, plant based cleaners Dieter had bought, you make your way to your room to get ready for bed. You and Dieter sleep separately. Sometimes, you think it would be nice to have him spoon you, caress your bump, whisper sweet nothings to you, but you are glad he doesn’t. It would be cruel to do that nightly for months only to cast you aside when he’s gotten what he wants from you.

He groans, setting the roller down. Of course he’d snapped photos of the cherubs before he painted over them. Turning off the light, he knows he has to let it dry before he can paint baby appropriate scenes and he walks to your room. Knocking on the door lightly and poking his head inside. “Do you need anything before I go to sleep?” He asks, yawning and shaking his head in his exhaustion.

Your heart wants to ask him to stay but your mind shakes your head, telling him no. “I’m fine. Thanks, boss.” You smile at him, looking up from the baby book you’re reading. You guess you’d better know how to look after a baby if you will essentially be a nanny. A baby can’t be any harder than Dieter. He nods, about to close the door. “Maybe…maybe tomorrow we could go shopping for some baby things?” You suggest.

Dieter grins, nodding quickly. “I’d like that.” He agrees, wishing he could crawl into the bed with you. Now that he’s touched you outside of making a baby, he wants more. “Let me know if you need anything.” He murmurs. “I’m right next door.”

You nod. Offering him a small smile before he disappears after shutting the door. You huff, throwing yourself back onto the pillows and caressing your bump. “Don’t do it, you idiot. Don’t fall for that weirdo. He’s just gonna hurt you.” You tell yourself softly, shifting to look down at your bump. “Your daddy is insane but he’s gonna be great. I know he is going to fiercely protect you and he will never ever let you be anything but yourself. Whatever you want to be, he will be behind you. I just wish I could be there too.” You choke, tears in your eyes.

****

“Hold still.” Dieter’s eyes flicker back up to yours, slightly annoyed at the way you kept wiggling. Moving his canvas.

“This isn’t what I thought you meant, Bravo.” You look down where he swirls the bright yellow of the skin safe paint across your side.

“Muses don’t grumble.” He huffs at you, quirking his lips playfully. He might have gotten an itch, an idea while he was doing some amazing mushrooms. He’s tried to keep away from coke and other harder drugs. Knowing that he needs to be mostly lucid if something happens to you, even if he’s more or less functioned while high for years. “It’s going to be beautiful.” He promises, sliding his brush against your skin again as he paints your baby belly.

“It tickles.” You giggle, watching him as he kneels between your thighs so he can paint his masterpiece. “I thought you meant you were going to paint me. As in, a painting of me. Not on me.” You watch him as he bites his lip in concentration. He looks so fucking sexy it’s unfair, even with that stupid piercing and his stupid tattoos and his stupid scruffy hair. Shit, why is he so hot? You exhale shakily, reminding yourself that this is temporary. You’ll go back to being annoyed by his every move after the baby is born.

“I am going to paint you.” He promises, smirking at you and winking. “But I wanted to do this first.” He looks back down at the scene he is painting on your stomach and dabs at another spot. “One sweet and motherly.” He hums, cock twitching. “Another dirty and sexy. For my personal collections.” He’s going to miss this intimacy with you. “Naked, tits leaking, pussy wet.” He groans and has to reach down and adjust himself slightly as he hardens.

You watch him reach down to adjust himself and you bite your lip, wanting to have as much sex as possible before the baby is born. Who knows when you’ll cum again after you give birth. You’ll be too busy running around after Dieter’s child. You smirk, reaching down to shove his sweats down before you wrap your fingers around his hardening cock, pumping him slowly as he continues painting your stomach.

“Fuck.” Dieter’s hand trembles slightly and he tries to shake it off. “You’re mean.” He pouts at you. “You keep it up and I’ll paint you with something even more natural.” He warns, hissing slightly when you twist your wrist and smear his precum over the head.

You smirk, “maybe that’s the plan. A more…natural palette. Definitely non-toxic and won’t harm the baby.” You pump his cock, tightening your grip as you twist your wrist a little faster. “Or maybe I just like distracting you. One of the few ways to get you to shut up.”

“Y-you like it.” He argues, letting the paintbrush fall to his side and he moans. “When I-I talk.” He starts to slowly roll his hips into your grip, amazed at how tight of a hold you have on him. All he can fucking think about is you. Touching you, tasting you, fucking you. Every goddamn morning he comes into your bedroom to watch you wake up, when months ago you were dragging him out of the bed like a petulant child. “Fuck.”

You smirk at his reaction, loving how well you know his body and how you can expertly make him cum. “Feel good?” You tease, and his jaw is slack as he nods. “Want you to cum for me.” You murmur, watching those dark eyes as you work his cock with your hand.

It doesn’t take long, not the way that you stroke him. Firm and steady strokes, twisting your wrist and he moans at how good you work him. “Oh fuck, baby.” He pants out, seconds before he starts to cum. His scrotum pulls tight to his body and cock pulsing. Spitting out his seed to paint your chest with hot ropes.

You are grateful you’re naked as he doesn’t ruin yet another shirt of yours. His chest heaves as he cums and you work him for every drop, some spurting into his masterpiece while the rest covers your tits. After he slumps, you let go of his cock once it stops twitching in your grip, and you bring your hand to your mouth, licking up the drop that dripped onto your hand. “I think I made your masterpiece better.” You tease, looking down at your body.

“I’ve got to take a picture of this.” He groans, dropping the paint brush down onto the coffee table and leaning in to press his lips to yours. “Make sure we preserve this art.” He leans back and winks. “Before you ride my face.”

You whimper at the idea, watching him shuffle off after tucking his cock away to grab his Polaroid. He has taken several photos of you throughout your pregnancy with the Polaroid. Not trusting a phone in case someone hacks it. You wince slightly at the flash, watching him shake the square before setting it down.

He notices your wince and immediately frowns. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Cramp? Gas?” He asks, instantly on alerts for anything that could be wrong.

“The fucking flash. You idiot.” You roll your eyes, “it’s blinding. 

He huffs, shaking his head at how dramatic you can be. “And I’m supposed to be the actor.” He chuckles, admiring the way his cum dries on your skin. 

“Plus I’m horny. Watching you cum always gets me going. I want - I want you to make me cum too. Then I want Chinese food.” You admit, suddenly craving two things at one.

Dieter snorts. “You would probably eat while I was eating you out.” He jokes, lifting his brows at you playfully. “Should we give food play a try?” He hums. “Or should I order the Chinese and see how long it takes to make you cum before it gets here?” Since the outburst over McDonalds he didn’t fight you on cravings but he did ask you to eat healthy.

You grin, a giggle escaping your lips. “I want to see how quickly you can make me cum before it gets here. Don’t forget, The Golden Dragon pride themselves on a quick delivery.” You smirk, “maybe you should go work for them since you have a quick delivery too.” You joke, reminding him of this morning when he came within three thrusts inside of you.

Pouting at you, he frowns, even as he reaches for the phone to order food. “Hey…you’re like a fucking vice.” He defends. “And I woke up horny. It would be easier if you just slept in my bed.” He huffs, looking down at the app to order your favorites. He hadn’t wanted to push, but he likes the idea of curling up around you and the baby at night.

You bite your lip, you've been considering it, but then you say no because you don't want to cross that line. He works on ordering your food before he tosses the phone aside. "Time to ride baby." He waggles his eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood. 

"I can't ride your face. I'm too big."

“No you aren’t.” He rolls his eyes and looks down at you, his cum dying on your skin with the paint and he thinks you look gorgeous. “You just won’t be able to see my eyes. Belly is big.” He coos, grinning happily. “But I want you to be comfortable. So if you don’t want to….”

You bite your lip, “what about…what about eating me out from behind?” You suggest, not wanting to ruin his artwork but you want to cum. The urge to rub your clit is intense but you don’t want to take away his desire to pleasure you.

Waggling his eyebrows, Dieter tosses the phone down and smirks. “Fuck yes.” He moans, having no problem with eating you out from behind. “Get on your knees, show me that pretty pussy and ass.” He demands, soft cock twitching despite the fact that he had just cum.

You whimper, shifting awkwardly onto your hands and knees, his cum now dry on your chest and the paint still on your stomach. You’re careful not to smudge it as you kneel, arching your back slightly as you wait for him to make his move.

“Fuck.” Dieter grabs your ass, massaging the cheeks and spreading them wide. Enjoying the view of both holes, fluttering under his attention. “One day I’m going to fill both of these holes.” He mutters to himself, leaning forward and lapping at your cunt, nose buried in your ass.

You cry out, both from his mouth and his words. "Shit. That - that sounds good." You confess, clenching your fists to remain upright as his tongue delves into your cunt. "Oh. It's so good." You moan, eyes closing as his nose is pressed against your puckered hole.

There’s one thing that you will never be able to say about him. You will never say that he doesn’t fucking love eating you out. Enjoys it almost as much as fucking you. Especially because he gets to see you soft and sweet after you cum. Making sure you are happy and satisfied while you are carrying his baby is top priority on his list. He’s even turned down a movie right now so he can be with you through every step of this and you won’t be overworked. He moans, dipping his tongue inside you before pushing his jaw down to flick it over your clit.

The shriek that escapes you makes him pause, pulling back slightly, until you reach back and shove his face back into your cunt. “No. No. It’s good. Keep going.” You gasp, rocking back onto his face. His tongue is fucking magic. Able to make you cum hard and fast, you’ve never had a lover be such a giver. Your head drops between your shoulders, wishing you could see him but the bump blocks your view. “Di- Dieter.” You choke, feeling so close to orgasm.

Your moan of his name just makes him go harder. Wanting to feel you cum again. Gripping your ass tight and repeating the flicks of his tongue over and over again, willing you to go over the edge and fall apart for him.

It’s crazy how fast he makes you cum nowadays. Your thighs shake as you keep yourself upright for the baby bump and you clamp down around nothing as his tongue flicks over your clit. “Oh fuck!” You pant, eyes closed as you keep your fingers tangled in his hair.

Pulling back, he hums with a pleased grin, right as the doorbell peels out. “You stay here.” He orders, slapping your ass playfully. “I’ll go get the chinese and a bottle of mineral water for you.”

You shift, still covered in paint and cum to settle back on the sofa. Uncaring that you’re naked as you look down at the bump. You’ve only got a few months left and it brings tears to your eyes. You’ve fallen in love with this baby and you won’t get to be their mama. You don’t know the gender, Dieter had insisted it be a surprise at birth so he’s been buying yellow and green onesies plus some weird organic cotton outfit he found on Etsy. You look up when he walks back in with the takeout, sniffing to conceal your upset, and you smile when he hands you the bottle of water.

“Have you thought about my idea?” Dieter asks, digging through the bag and starting to set cartons of food out. You tended to like a bit of everything so he just ordered all your favorites and there were leftovers even after he eats. Perfect for those 11pm cravings you have been getting. “I’ve found the perfect Doula and she can come sit down with you and explain everything.”

You grab the plate, groaning as you rest it in your stomach and use the chopsticks he hands you. “I, uh, I’m not sure. What if something goes wrong? I was born in a hospital. So were my parents. I'm just- I’m not sure.” You bite your lip as you look at him.

“She knows what to do.” You aren’t saying no, so Dieter crosses his legs under him and plops down beside you with his own plate. “We could do it in the living room or have a water birth.” He says excitedly. “Play music, get the vibe right.” He also wants to film it, but he will save that idea for later. “Just us and ou- my baby with the doula. No one coming in and out and harassing you.” He almost slipped up, almost said ‘our baby’ because he’s started to view it that way. Hates the idea of you not being the baby’s official mother.

When he says “his baby” your heart sinks. You know it’s true but hearing it out loud has you swallowing down the Singapore noodles. Suddenly no longer hungry, you set the plate down. “I’ll think about it.” You almost whisper, looking down at your bump. “I’m gonna - I gotta pee.” You tell him, grunting as you stand up and make your way to your room to wash off the paint and his cum while you cry.

Dieter frowns, watching you walk away, still naked and wonders what’s wrong. Lately you’ve gotten this sad expression on your face whenever you think he’s not paying attention. Worried that you are regretting agreeing to be his surrogate, he picks up his phone and starts looking into spas that cater to pregnant women. Maybe you are just uncomfortable and need a massage and some pampering beyond what he can give you.

****

“You cannot call your child, Panda.” You shake your head at him. He looks up from his phone, scrolling through the baby names. A rare sight for him to be on the device. You look down at your magazine, the one Dieter now gets delivered so you spend less time on your phone, and frown. Hating that you don’t have any say in what the baby in your belly is named.

Dieter huffs and looks over at you. “So what name do you want for the baby? One for a boy and one for a girl or a gender neutral name?” He asks, closing his screen and setting it down. Maybe you have a special name you want to use. He’s not picky, he just wants something to go with Bravo.

“It’s not my choice, is it?” You say, lowering your magazine into your lap. You bite your lip before you look at him again. “I- It’s your decision. Not mine.” You tell him, trying to not act like that bothers you. It kills you inside, knowing you won’t get to be involved with this child outside of an employment role.

Dieter sighs, shifting and bouncing on the sofa as he turns to face you. He’s stopped using the term ‘my baby’ and just saying ‘the baby’ because he’s come to realize that he doesn’t want to do this without you. You are eight months pregnant with his child, it’s been a year since you started sleeping together. He’s not sure, but he thinks that he’s in love with you, never having actually been in that staying kind of love before. “Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something-“ The doorbell peels out through the house and he groans, rolling his eyes and pushing off the couch. “Did you order potstickers or something?”

You shake your head, “no. No. I ate recently.” You don’t stand up as he rushes to open the door. Your eyes widen when you see the two folding beds being brought into the living room. “Uh, what is this?” You ask, eyebrows raised when two women stand there, setting up the equipment. 

“A massage. I figured your back must be hurting, I know mine is, so I ordered us a, uh, couple’s massage.” He flusters slightly and you are taken back by the kind gesture. 

“Really? Dieter. Thank you.” You smile, seeing the folding bed has a space for your bump so you can lay on your stomach.

Dieter grins and looks over at the women. “I’m sure they won’t mind you stripping down, baby. You want me to help you undress?” It’s not like he’s not seen you naked hundreds of times, you practically walk around the house naked now, but he wants you to be comfortable. “They have massage oils and everything.”

You groan at the thought, excited to relax after your body aches from carrying his baby. You nod, watching him step over to you and he reaches for the hem of your t-shirt. You watch him as he tenderly undresses you, kneeling down as he takes off your leggings. The women watch, both touched by his caring nature with you. Both had signed NDAs since no one knows about your pregnancy. “Thank you.” You smile at Dieter once you’re naked and he guides you over to the bed and helps you up onto it.

“It’s not too tight around your belly?” Dieter worries but you just moan happily, feeling your entire body relax from being able to be on your stomach for the first time in months. Chuckling, he kisses your forehead and quickly strips down himself, laying on the table and the two women drape towels over your asses and start to get to work.

You are moaning and groaning as the woman works your sore back muscles with the oil - no doubt it’s organic something or other if Dieter organized this. You relax properly, ignoring the fact that you’re going to be giving birth soon and giving away your baby. Your baby with the man you love. You would never admit it to him, knowing he doesn’t feel the same way, but living with Dieter during this pregnancy has made you see a different side of him. He’s caring, considerate, annoying as hell, but somewhere in between all the moments you’ve shared, you’ve fallen for him.

Through his own groans, Dieter watches you. Happy that you are enjoying the pampering. Wanting you to relax as much as possible. You’ve grown huge over the past weeks and the bathtub is where you feel most comfortable at night before bed. “We should - like, do this once a month.” He groans, hissing when the woman working on him finds a particularly tender spot and works on it. “Sound good?”

You are too lost in the haze of relaxation to retort that you won’t be in his house for that to be a thing but you just groan, letting him think you’re agreeing as the woman massages your lower back. “This is so good. So good. Thank you for this, boss.” You say, unable to stop the nickname/title for him from slipping from your lips.

Frowning, he huffs and he wants to tell you to never call him that again, but he doesn’t. Instead he lets out another moan when they dig into his lower back muscles. “Y-you’re welcome.” He grunts, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

The massage is over too soon and you groan when you have to shuffle off of the table, taking Dieter’s hand as he helps you stand up, placing the robe around your shoulders after he ties his own to conceal his hardening cock. Seeing you all slicked up in oil, has him ready to touch you. You thank the women as they pack up and Dieter tracks down his wallet to tip them. “Did you just use cash?” Your eyes widen. He hates handling cash. Says it makes him feel dirty.

“Yeah.” Dieter bites his lip and nods. “They preferred cash over Venmo.” He explains and and leads them to the door to let them out so he can fuck you. Once the door is closed, he turns and smirks. “So how are you feeling? Good? Mellow? Horny?” He asks, waggling his brows playfully and opening his robe to show you his hard cock. “You turned me on baby, all nice and oiled up.

You snort, hating the way your cunt clenches at his hard cock. “Please. It was you getting felt up that made you hard. You should’ve asked them for a happy ending.” You tease, trailing your eyes along his oiled up body. “I feel good. Relaxed and not sore for the first time in…forever. “I’m huge. You don’t want to fuck me.” You roll your eyes at him, “let’s just watch a movie or something.” You’re soaking wet, listening to his groans have turned you on but you know your body isn’t sexy right now.

“Not want to fuck you?” He shakes his head, that being the stupidest thing he’s ever heard in his life. “Oh I know!” His eyes light up and he smirks at you. “We’ll watch a movie, and you can sit on my cock and we’ll see how many times you can cum.” He suggest. “Let me massage your pretty pussy, it was neglected during their massage and I did promise you ‘full body’.” He jokes.

You bite your lip, knowing you should be putting some distance between you since the baby is due in a few weeks, but another part of you wants to squeeze as much time out of him before he sends you packing after you’ve given him what he wants. You nod, stepping towards him as you shrug off your robe, feeling self conscious about your body, your bump.

Groaning, his cock twitches at the sight of you naked. Undressing you had been for the massage and he had focused on the mechanics of helping you. But this….you standing there naked and full of his baby? He’s never seen anything sexier in his fucking life. “God, you look better every fucking day.” He praises, walking over to you and reaching out to caress your stomach. “So fucking good.”

You look into his eyes, only seeing the truth. Dieter may be an Oscar winning actor but you know when he’s faking it. You smile, feeling reassured and you tilt your head so you can press your lips to his softly. “What movie do you want to watch, baby? One of yours?” You tease and he wrinkles his nose. 

“Absolutely not. You pick.” He tells you, caressing your bump still. You pull away from him, making him whine in protest and you grab the tv remote, scrolling through Netflix until you settle on some mindless comedy so you can focus on Dieter instead. Turning back towards him, you reach for him and press your lips back to his after tossing the remote on the coffee table.

He groans into your mouth, wondering how he ever went a day without kissing you. Addicted to it and completely in love with you, his sole focus is on making you feel good. Reaching up and gently massaging your tits, he slides his tongue into your mouth while the intro to the movie plays. “These are….” He starts kissing along your jaw. “Gonna be full soon.” He hums, licking along your pulse and slowly tweaking your nipples. “Can’t wait to see it.”

You gasp against his hair as he pinches your sensitive nipples, making you whimper when he kisses down your chest to take one into his mouth. “Fuck, Dieter. I think- I think you could make me cum just from that.” You confess, tangling your fingers in his hair as you arch your back.

He hums, knowing that has just been added to the list of things he wants to do.  Sucking lightly and pushing his nose into your breast gently, as if he was actually trying to nurse. Feeling like he’s about to cum right now, half afraid he would if you produced milk. He moves you back slowly to the sofa, not wanting you to fall while he suckles.

You shift, him sitting down on the sofa and you groan as you slowly straddle him, your bump between you making you lean away from him as you sink down onto his cock. “You’re so far away. We gotta try something else.” You chuckle, noticing the way he’s clenching his jaw like he always does when he is about to cum.

“Turn around baby” He loves your tits but he can’t reach them comfortably with your stomach between the two of you. “Lean back against me so I can rub your clit and kiss you.” He begs, knowing he won’t last long. Sex with you is overwhelming, especially as sexy as he finds you.

You nod, shifting off of him, and you hate the loss of his cock inside of you. You turn around and grip his thighs as you lower yourself back onto his cock, your back pressed against his chest as the movie plays in the background, long forgotten.

“Look so beautiful.” He groans in your ear, pressing his lips against it. His hands wrap around you and hold you gently against him before one slides down under your belly to find your clit. “You are sexy, don’t ever doubt it. A goddess.” He huffs. “Nearly can make me cum just looking at you.”

You cry out, his other hand squeezing your breast, and you swear he could make you cum just from his voice alone. The honeyed words you know will fade once you’ve given birth, but you’re going to absorb every syllable you can for now. “God baby. You feel so good. Can - can make me cum just by talking to me. Love hearing your voice. So does the baby.” You admit, knowing the baby kicks like crazy when Dieter speaks to them. His fingers work your clit expertly and you try to rock your hips on his cock.

“Yeah?” He likes that. “Smirking against your skin and closing his eyes. “We’ll have to test that out.” He hums happily, rubbing slow, wide circles on your puffy lips and clit. Your slick skin sliding against his and making him shudder. “We’ll see if you can do it. I’ll read the filthiest smut to you while you sit on my cock.”

You moan at the idea, wanting to hear him say the dirtiest things to you. You love how experimental he is, always looking for new ways to pleasure you. You cry out, his cock twitching inside of you and you reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, turning your head to look at him. “Make me feel so good. Always. Always.” You murmur, pressing your lips to his as you get closer to cumming.

“Yeah?” He’s proud of that, always wanting you to feel good with him. He’s learned a lot about himself, so much less selfish with you than with others. “Always want to make you feel good. Feel incredible.” He murmurs. “Love this.”

You want to say “I love you.” It’s on the tip of your tongue. Yet you swallow it down along with the cry of pleasure when you shift your hips and his cock pushes against something incredible. You pant, getting closer with every run of his thick digits, and when he nips your shoulder, you cum. “Oh shit!” You squeal, thighs shaking as you clamp down on his cock. He hasn’t even moved inside of you but the sensitivity just makes you feel like he’s fucked you hard and fast.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” Dieter moans, loving how sensitive you are. How quickly you cum for him. Nuzzling against your neck, his cock twitches deep inside you. “Want to, fuck- want to drink from you when your producing.” He confesses, his body lighting up at the idea. “Fuck you while I’m drinking your milk.”

You know he’s just talking dirty. You won’t be around for him to do that, most likely pumping to give him the milk for bottles. You still whine at the idea, squeezing your breast with your hand over him. “Want you to cum for me.” You murmur, trying to rock your hips.

Dieter grunts, thrusting up into you slightly. Rocking his hips up and groaning in your ear, imagining you sitting on his lap while the baby is sleeping, having a small taste of your milk while he’s buried inside you. Maybe trying to get you pregnant again. That thought throws him over the edge, gasping out your name as he spills inside you again.

You close your eyes as the way it feels to have him cum inside of you. Tears sting in your eyes when you know you don’t have many times like this left. You know he won’t want you after you’ve given birth. You stroke his cheek as he pants his way through his orgasm, and you lean closer to peck his lips. “That was fast.” You tease, “massage really worked you up, huh?”

Dieter hums, wanting to tell you that it wasn’t the massage. It’s you. Instead he squeezes your thick waist and kisses you again. “I- uh, will you let me do one more thing tonight?” He asks, thinking about what he’s imagined. “I, uh, I found the last little baggie I have in the house earlier…..”

You raise your eyebrows at that. Surprised he hasn’t snuck more into the house. You know he’s been doing it. You appreciate that he hasn’t done it around you, but you hope he gives it up when the baby comes. “And you want to…?” You question back, shifting off of his cock and grabbing the robe to clean yourself up before his cum drips out of you onto the floor.

Flushing slightly, he looks at your belly and then back up at your eyes. “I want to snort it off your belly.” He admits, knowing it’s irresponsible but he’s always imagined doing a line off your body, especially since you’ve been pregnant. “Or your tits.” He offers, smirking.

You bite your lip, looking down at him as he sits on the sofa, cock softening against his thigh. “I, uh, I guess we can do that. Just this once.” You tell him, wanting to indulge him while you can. Besides, some dark, secret part of you thinks it would be hot to see him snort coke off of your skin.

Grinning, he bounds up off the couch and leans over to kiss you. “You’re the best.” He gushes, rushing off to grab the small amount of coke that he has squirreled away. He’s eager, knowing that he will have to seriously cut back after the baby is born. Even more than he has been.

You clean up while he’s getting the baggie, not bothering to get re-dressed as you settle back down on the sofa. Inhaling deeply when your back aches, you close your eyes and focus on your breathing. “Everything okay?” He asks as he walks back in. “Yeah. Just back pain from carrying your massive baby.” You tease, rubbing your bump.

“Poor baby.” Dieter coos playfully, leaning down and kissing you and then your stomach before he sits down on the couch. “I’ll run you a bath after this, lay next to you while you soak and we’ll talk about those baby names.” He promises.

You smile, nodding and trying to stave off the sadness that it’s ultimately his choice. You watch him as he shifts to pour some of the baggie contents onto your stomach, grabbing his credit card to carefully, so carefully, create a couple of lines of coke. You watch him with intrigue. He’s so methodical.

He’s nearly giddy to do this, having your skin against his nose while he snorts the drugs up. The high of the cocaine mixed with the natural high he gets from being around you. You gasp, moving slightly and disturbing his line, making him frown up at you. “Are you okay?” He asks, wondering why you are grimacing slightly.

You nod, “yeah. Just the baby using my bladder as a bounce house.” You chuckle, wincing as you gently shift to alleviate the pain. He offers you a reassuring smile before he re-rolls up a dollar bill, using it to snort the remainder of the line of coke. Shaking his head as he presses his fingers to his nose, a wide grin on his face.

“Fuck.” The thing about cocaine is that the euphoria is instantaneous. He relaxes and gives you a soft look, reaching up and cupping your face. “So pretty.” He hums, leaning back down and licking your stomach, cleaning up all residue from the powder. “Let’s get my girl into a bath, huh?” He says dreamily.

You try not to react to him calling you “his girl” but your heart thumps anyway. You know, groaning as he takes your hands and helps you off of the sofa. You sway slightly as you balance when you feel it. Eyes wide, you look down as a clear liquid trickles onto the floor beneath you. “Oh shit. I- Dieter. My water just broke.” You tell him in shock.

“What?” His eyes widen and he looks down at the floor dumbly. “You aren’t due yet.” He mumbles, looking back up at your panic stricken eyes. “I- you’re in labor? You’re in labor!” His own panic settles on him and makes him jittery. “I- I- shit, I just snorted coke!”

You start to panic, knowing it's not time. You wanted a few more weeks before you had to give birth to his child and move forward without Dieter or the baby. It's going to destroy you. You begin to cry, "it's - it's not time." You choke, shaking your head. You make your way towards your bedroom. "I need my hospital bag and - and you can't drive so we need to get an Uber. I'll order an Uber." You murmur to yourself, tears streaming down your cheeks. You aren't ready.

“Shit, yeah.” Dieter shakes his head and slaps himself across the face, trying to sober himself up, although he knows that won’t work. “Bag, bag, bag, I’ll grab your bag.” He promises, rushing out of the room before he turns around and looks back at you. “Are you sure that wasn’t just my cum?”

You stare at him, “are you fucking serious? It gushed. You don’t cum that much. Plus I cleaned myself up. Thank - oh shit!” You hiss, bending forward as the pain in your back gets stronger. “Def-definitely labor.” You choke out, panting as you try to order an Uber.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Dieter whirls around and races to your bedroom, grabbing the bag you had set up for when you were ready to go to the hospital. He hadn’t gotten his way about the Doula, but he also knew that it was your decision. He wasn’t ‘pushing the baby out of his asshole’ like you had so graciously invited him to do. “I’ve got it!�� He pants, running back to you and his eyes widen again. You’re naked. “Clothes! I’ll get you some of mine!”

You sigh in relief when an Uber is only three minutes away and you wince as you pull on Dieter's t-shirt plus some ragged sweats. You shove your feet in some sneakers and hiss in pain just before you open the door. "It 's getting - you gotta time the contractions." You tell him, unsure of how long you've been in labor when you've been feeling the back pain since before the massage.

“Right!” Dieter scrambles for his phone and fumbles with the apps until he figures out how to time them. “Okay, breathe in and out.” He had gone with you to all the classes, surprising you with how serious he took everything. “We’re gonna have a baby!”

You don’t retort, too busy trying to get yourself out of his front door and down the driveway to where the Uber is waiting. Dieter rushes forward to open the door and you get in the backseat, holding your belly. “Oh my God, you’re Dieter Bravo!” The Uber driver says, looking back once Dieter is seated beside you and the door is closed

“What? Yeah.” He nods and motions towards the road. “Cedars-Sinai.” He tells him. “We need to get there quick!” He huffs out right as you start groaning in pain as another contraction hits you. “Oh shit, oh shit.” He pulls out his phone and sees that you are about eight minutes apart. “Come on man! We’re having a baby!”

The driver’s eyes widen, “oh shit. You’re having a baby? Fuck, none of my friends are gonna believe this. I loved you in Hunger Strike.” He says, pulling back onto the road. 

“Can you please just drive?” You growl, “unless you want me to have this baby in your car.”

Dieter texts the OB and tells them to meet you both at the hospital. “Shit, shit.” He takes your hand, hating how you are already in labor. He wanted a few more weeks of you pregnant. “It’s okay.” He assures you, brushing your hair back from your face and kissing your forehead before he leans down. “You couldn’t wait a few more weeks, huh?” He coos. “Want to come out and meet mommy and daddy?”

Hearing him call you mommy makes you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks and you feel so overwhelmed when another contraction hits you. You don’t know what to do, knowing that these are the last moments of spending time with your child before Dieter claims sole custody. You guess he’s just calling you that in front of the driver, who is frantically driving through traffic to get you to the hospital.

“Hey…hey.” Dieter waves his free hand around your face and wipes your tears. “It’s okay. They’re gonna give you the gooood drugs.” He had been skeptical about it when going into the birthing classes, but after they explained it, he had been all for you being high while pushing out his kid. “It’s okay. You’ll feel better. You’re doing so good, baby.”

You shake your head, “it’s not okay. It’s not gonna be okay.” You choke, feeling helpless as the car pulls up outside the hospital. 

“Good luck Mrs. Bravo!” The driver says and you sob even harder, wobbling while getting out of the car until the nurses rush out with a wheelchair for you. Dieter grabs your bags, following you and wishing you could calm down and talk to him.

The great thing about having a private doctor is the suite they immediately escort you too. Making Dieter have to do nothing other than hold your hand while the elevator takes you up to the private birthing rooms. “It’s gonna be okay.” He promises, still not understanding why you say it’s not, but he figures it’s just the pain and hormones talking. “You’re going to be good, the baby is going to be perfect.” He grunts. “And we’ll pick out a name after they’re here, in our arms.”

The nurse tells you to calm down, your blood pressure is too high, and you inhale deeply, trying to calm yourself down. When you arrive at your suite, you are changed into a gown and they check your vitals before the nurse examines you. "Moving along nicely." She declares as she pulls off her gloves. "Just try and breathe through it and we will get the epidural going for you ASAP. Okay, mama?" She smiles and you nod, desperate for the drugs to take away the pain. Now you kind of understand Dieter's drug addiction.

Mama. Hearing you be called mama makes Dieter’s heart swell and he rushes over to your side again, taking your hand and kissing it. “You’re doing good, baby, so good. So proud of my girl.” He murmurs, sliding his free hand down to feel the way your stomach contracts under his palm. “Holy fuck.” He murmurs, eyes wide as the gravity of the moment hits him. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

You chuckle breathlessly, “really? I thought it was too much takeout.” Your heart flutters at his breathless chuckle and the way he grins at you. He kisses your hand again as you cry through another contraction. “Where’s the fucking drugs?” You hiss, closing your eyes as you try to breathe through it.

Dieter wishes he could give you something, mushrooms, weed, something to help. But all that would affect the baby. “It’ll be here soon.” He murmurs, wiping your brow. “Just crush my hand so I can’t jerk off for a while.” He jokes, hoping to take your mind off the pain.

“That’s all you’re gonna be doing for the foreseeable.” You hiss, the pain making you moody. Eventually, the anaesthesiologist comes in, making you sigh in relief that finally you can have something to take the pain away.  “Thank God.” You moan once the line is in place as you can relax a little.

He nods seriously, understanding that you will take awhile to heal and watches in fascination when they put your epidural in. “How do you feel now?” He asks you, now that you're relaxing, he can relax. “You need anything, water? Need to pee? Another orgasm real quick?” He jokes, grinning at you and winking.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Actually, I wouldn't mind calling my mom. She knows I am due soon." You tell him. He knows you told your mother, unable to withhold your pregnancy from her but she's across the country and you had explained that you're being paid by your boss to have his baby. She was shocked but understood it was your decision. She was still upset about you having her grandchild and not being in it's life, but it is your choice. Not hers.

He nods and pulls out his phone. He had programmed her number into it after you had told her, just in case there was some sort of emergency. “Hello?” Your mom’s voice comes over the line and Dieter grins, putting the phone on speaker so he can hold it out to you. “Hey mom! Guess who’s in labor?” He giggles happily.

Your mom gasps, "really? Oh honey. I wish I could be there. Is Dieter taking good care of you?" She asks, knowing he can be a bit zainy. 

"Yes. Yes. He's been great." You answer truthfully despite the fact that he's still high from the line of coke he did off of your belly. 

"Good. You take care of my baby." She orders, "I wish I could be there." She sniffs. 

"It's okay, mom. I'll Facetime you once the baby has been born so you can see I'm okay." You promise, not wanting to tell her you will show her the baby because you know it will only make the situation worse

The words pop out of his mouth before he can even think about it. “We’ll fly you in next time!” He tells her, right before she hangs up the phone. “Shit. Hopefully she heard that.” He huffs, shoving the phone in his pocket and looking over at you.

You don’t answer, unable to understand why he is torturing you by acting like you’re going to be together as a family. You yawn, suddenly exhausted now that the pain has mostly subsided. You close your eyes, not realizing it as you fall asleep, needing the rest before you give birth.

You sleep for hours, nurses coming in and out of the room to check on you, offering him something to eat or drink. Dieter just shakes his head, watching the monitor as your contractions get closer and closer together. Deciding that when you wake up, he’s going to tell you what he wants. He doesn’t just want the baby, he wants you. He wants all of it.

You wake up with a gasp, the urge to push suddenly overwhelming you, and your heart monitor beeps frantically as you try to sit up. The nurses rush into the room, “you’re awake.” She says as she checks you over. 

“I feel like I need to push.” You confess, turning to look at Dieter who is by your bedside again.

“You’re ready baby?” Dieter is immediately grasping your hand, kissing the back of it and smiling at you. “You can do it baby, I know you can.” He hums, reaching out to caress your stomach again. “Such a good mommy.”

You are too busy concentrating on your body to really hear his words, and the doctor comes into the room. “I hear we are ready to push?” She asks, and you nod, breathing heavily. “Okay mama. It’s time. Push when you’re ready.” The doctor orders after getting gowned up and examining you. You grip Dieter’s hand, squeezing hard when you begin to push.

His own gown and gloves on, Dieter watches. Holding your leg back like the doctor told him and letting you crush his other hand in the tightest grip he’s ever experienced. “Come on baby, you can do it. Love you so much.” He babbles, looking between your face and your vagina, currently crowning with his baby.

You ignore his words, knowing he’s just reassuring you because you’re giving birth. You cry out, breathing heavily as you pause from pushing. “It’s - I can’t do it. I’m too- it’s too much.” You sob, shaking your head. You don’t want to push this baby out. It’s gonna be your last moments with the baby before they are taken from you.

“Yes, you can baby.” He hums, looking into your eyes and smiling at you. 

“One more big push and the head will be out.” The doctor says and Dieter gasps. 

“You hear that? Give me a big push.” He pleads, leaning in and kissing your forehead.

You hiss through your teeth, screaming as you push, feeling exhausted despite the nap you took. “Shit.” You pant, tilting your head back against the pillows. 

The doctor looks up at you, “the head is out. You want to feel?” She asks. You nod and she guides your hand to feel the head between your legs. You choke, tears stinging your eyes at the feel of your baby.

“Daddy, we are going to have you cut the umbilical cord.” The doctor tells him, making him nod eagerly, he had been wanting to do that. “Mom, we need you to give one more big push, so we can get the shoulders out.” She encourages you. 

“Whenever you are ready.” Dieter squeezes your hand and kisses you again. “Whenever you are ready, baby. Push our baby out.”

You nod, sweat beading on your forehead and you scream as you push, bearing down as the baby’s shoulders are out and you sob when you hear the baby’s first cry. “You have a beautiful baby boy.” The doctor announces and you watch Dieter as he takes the scissors with shaking hand to cut the cord.

The doctor transfers the baby into his arms and he’s sobbing, unable to believe that this is real. He’s a father. Looking up at you with a huge grin, he brings the baby over to you, surprising you when he gently lays the baby on your chest after pulling down your gown so he has skin to skin contact. “There’s mommy.” Dieter coos, sliding his hand over the baby’s head, still covered in fluids from birth.

You look down at the baby, lifting your hand to caress his back as he cries in protest of being born and you stare at him in awe. You truly fall in love with the baby in that moment, having tried to hold yourself back for the entire pregnancy. When you realize you want your baby but you can’t have him, you continue crying. You can’t spend any more time with the baby. It will destroy you to give yourself a moment to pretend to be a mother to the baby you agreed to give up. “Take - take him away. I can’t - I can’t do this. Take him.” You plead with Dieter, closing your eyes.

“Baby-what?“ At that moment, the nurse comes back over to take the baby in order to weigh him and take measurements. “Baby, I- I need to tell you something.” He breathes out urgently, swiping at your tears. “Please stop crying, listen to me.” He begs, seeing your tears stream down your face.

You shake your head, “no. No. I- I can’t do this Dieter. If you want the baby, you need to go in another room with him and let me recover. I can’t - I don’t think I can see him every day. I can’t do it. I know you don’t want a relationship or a mother so I know my stupid feelings for you aren’t reciprocated. I am such an idiot. I fell- I’m in love with you and I- I know you don’t - just please. Dieter, don’t make this harder on me.” You beg, hiccuping as you look up at him.

He surges forward, pressing his lips to yours, groaning happily that you feel the same way. That you want this. “I love you.” He breathes against your lips. “I’m tearing up our agreement. I don’t want it.” He confesses. “I want this with you. I want you to stay, move in with me permanently and we raise our son together. Mommy and daddy.” He bites his lip and waits for you to answer him.

You cup his cheeks, looking into those dark eyes. “Really? You- you want to be a family? You love me?” You’re in shock, unable to believe he wants you like that. That he wants you to be a mother to his son. It’s your turn to surge forward to press your lips to his, “I love you too. I want that. I want our family.” The nurse smiles as she carries the baby over to you, settling him back on your chest. You lower your hands from Dieter’s cheeks to finally get a good look at your son.

“I want all this.” Dieter promises. “As soon as you want another baby, I want to get you pregnant again.” He murmurs softly. He watches you snuggle the baby and he smiles. Even though you still need to pick out a name together, he is completely in love. Unable to completely believe that because of his want of a baby, he had gained a complete family. You are the worst surrogate ever and he loves it.

You chuckle, “I just pushed this one out. One thing at a time, Bravo.” You tease, nudging your nose against his as he leans closer before he kisses the baby’s head. “Let’s start with this one and go from there.” You smile, looking down at the baby who is suckling on your breast, already trying to root. “Just like his daddy.” You joke, not even noticing the nurses moving around you to clean you up. 

Dieter chuckles, “remember what I said about your milk.” He waggles his eyebrows and the nurse bites her lip to smother her giggle. 

“Just as long as you leave enough for our boy.” You tell him. 

“Our boy. I like that. Our boy, our family.” Dieter smiles, giddy with joy. Finally, he feels like he has a purpose in life after losing interest in acting. His new role: father. Hopefully, he will win the role of husband too one day soon.

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txt’s love languages // giving and receiving

req — an irl friend wanted my opinion on this, so i thought why not make it a post lol

nana’s notes — just my opinion ofc!! feel free to leave your thoughts below ^^

warning(s) — none!

unedited.

choi yeonjun

giving: acts of service, gift giving

alright, i feel like this is kinda self explanatory tbh

jun is the embodiment of acts of service!! just look the todo ep 13, remember when kai fell? (i mean how could you forget-) and jun was laughing his ass off with everyone, and them immediately goes into hyung mode and says, “be careful”, cause there was a table behind him?

yeonjun teases people, a. LOT. but, he also cares equally as much! he may not verbalize it often, but he’ll definitely show you his love through his lil actions!

its the hand on your back to make sure you don’t bump yourself anywhere, or the non-sexual dominance like holding your hand when you cross the street, standing in front of you always, regardless of your height:<

gift giving is also quite clear! remember when he was buying perfume for gyu, and gyu had no idea? he’s the type of casually stroll buy and drop a gift into your lap, and say: “this reminded me of you”, or “bought this on my way here”, regardless of how expensive it might be

once again, he cares, but he doesn’t want to have to say it, so you gotta read between the lines a lil bit~

receiving: words of affirmation, physical affection

yeonjun is clearly a fan of words of affirmation, i mean come on~ have you see this man when he gets complimented on vlive? or when a member is complimenting someone he’s like??uh?? what about me??? hello?????

he may be super flirty, but he can tell genuine and fake compliments apart really well, so your words, provided you’re being truthful, really so mean a lot to him!

“who’s pretty? hmm? me? awww my baby thinks i’m handsome? cute~”, meanwhile he’s losing his shit on the inside-

same with physical affection, he wants love, but he doesn’t want to ask for it!! the amount of time be randomly hugs the members or cuddles with them? not a coincidence;)

back hug him a bit, or pinch his cheeks every once in a while! and if you’re feeling adventurous, kiss his neck or cheek and just dip;)) he’ll be like?? huh? “뭐야…”

now sit back and watch blush for a solid second before he fixes his composure to get you back:))…

choi soobin

giving: words of affirmation, quality time

words of affirmation is a big thing for soobs! soobin is a leader, when he talks, people listen. though he is quite shy, he often cheers on the members when they’re nervous and consoles them when they’re upset.

binnie also knows when to ask, and when not to; if your relationship is a bit new, it may take some time for him to pick up on your habits, but he becomes a pro sooner rather than later!

this means he is super aware! the second he sees you looking a little glum, he’d know something is up, instantly. “bun, is something up?”, he’d pout slightly, wondering who or what in this world would want to piss you off so badly!! “aww… c’mere bunny, let me compliment you a bit, hmm?”

soobin also enjoys spending quality time together with you! he’s obviously busy being an idol, but if anything, it makes the moments you share even more precious to him

like he said, he’ll take the back seat in a relationship and go along with whatever his s/o would want to do!

best believe that if you want to text? he’ll giggle into his pillow and rant to kai about how cute you are. you wanna call? okay, let him grab his headphones for ‘privacy’ (he’s goons share everything with kai anyways but yk-). you wanna meet up or cuddle? just lay down and listen to him slow breaths and soft little giggles!

receiving: words of affirmation

remember that idol house episode i referenced in my meet the members post? where soobin gets pouty cause no one was complimenting him? yeah okay case closed.

words of affirmation, mean a loooot to mr choi! the members have mentioned him reading fan comments in his free time, so i think enough said!

just grab his lil face, give him a lil kiss, and list all the things you love about him! “mhmm m-munny you’re maging me mlush!”, he’d stutter out, but like?? don’t stop obviously? duh????

soobin will light up when someone praises him, verbally expressing their feelings or thoughts truly foes mean a lot to him! he wouldn’t mind getting physical affection as a token of love, but saying to him? that’s a whole new level…

choi beomgyu

giving: quality time

beomgyu is surprisingly reserved, but he mainly shows his love through quality time.

watch any todo episode, any vlive, literally anything! gyu is always cracking jokes, trying to make sure everyone enjoyes themselves, truly the mood maker:))

he is super receptive, and though he may not always be able to express it in words, he will find a joke or funny remark to make anyone cheer up when they’re feeling down!

“hey! y/n!! look at me!!! heyyyy god gave you eyes so you could marvel at my face, so look at me already!”

during these times, he’ll do anything with you! you always get to hear his new releases first, you get to help him with his lyrics, or just lay in his arms and hear him ramble or sing

“y/n… if i was a worm-”, “gyu nO”, “Y/N WHAT IF”

receiving: words of affirmation

beomgyu loves to hear words of affirmation! just telling him “well done!” or “good job!” makes him go soft </3

beomgyu foes super quite if he sees that someone, especially members aren’t listening to him… don’t get me wrong! beomgyu knows damn well that he’s a catch, but… hewoudln’tmindhearingitfromtimetotime-

when he realizes just how much he likes you, he’s fucked. but then, when you tell him verbally how fucked you are for him? he’s gone. i’m taking tapioka eyes and all!!! wide eyed and so pure n soft

finally someone can reassure him in the right way! someone who will stick with him through thick and thin!

“do you like it?”, “it sounds wonderful gyu, thank you! nice to know i’ve got someone who’ll compose songs about me~ i’m so lucky to have you pretty boy”, cue eyes lighting up:(((

please do make sure you reassure him from time to time though… or else you’ll see him randomly pouting in the corner, crossing his arms slightly, thinking he had annoyed you or worse, upset you some how!!

“angel, is something up?”, “…you haven’t spoken to me today…….”, “gyu…….. i just aRRIVED”, “I DONT CARE DAMN IT”

kang taehyun

giving/receiving: acts of service

taehyun’s love language is the same, whether he’s giving or receiving! taehyun is a straightforward person, but he shows his love subtly!

after being together, even if its only for a short while! he picks up on the smallest details! how you like your coffee/tea, what time you shower, when you wake up/go sleep, mans a y/n-lexicon

he’ll cook for you, clean your desk, anything to help you out a bit! and his heart will flutter if you do the same!!

“oh? coffee? two sugars, no cream? you remembered!!”

also has a slight thing for gift giving, but in a service type of way? like, he’ll buy you certain items to life just a lil easier for you:)) “here’s the portable fan you wanted! and a cup that will keep your tea warm for extra long!”

huening kai

giving: physical touch, gift giving

hue. ning. kaiiiiii. the tummy patter, the cuddle bug, the most likely to hug you more than your own mother!!!!!! ofc his love language is gonna be physical touch, no duh???

we all know hyuka loves to rub and pat the members’ tummies and you’re no different! like soobin always says, you cant hate kai! you can’t ever say no to him!!

literally, you could be sitting down, tummy pats. drinking boba? tummy pats. menstrual pain/general aches? tummy pats. its fool proof okay??

he’ll also randomly grab your hand when he can’t pat your stomach! he’ll play with your fingers, hold them to his face, cuddle into you like he does with soob! the boys a walking fluff ball with so so much love to give!!

kai takes his skinship se!! ri!! ous!! ly!!!!! he’ll find the dumbest excuses at first, cause he’s sacred he’ll come off too clingy:(( “you smell nice…”, or “odi is looking at you funny, i think he’s gonna bite…”, “kai he’s in a cAGE-”

def a spoon. not a small spoon, or a bug spoon, just a spoon. cuz as long as he’s touching you, he’s okay!!

plz just pat his head, and listen n try not to go deaf to his laugh n soft giggles n aegyo:((((

hyuka would buy gifts from time to time, like plushies at crane games at the arcade/carnivals/etc, but really, he just wants them to make cuddling more enjoyable dkshsj- so gift giving ig? but not really~

receiving: physical touch

i feel like kai would love someone who can match his energy in terms of affection, hands down. physical touch = love in his eyes

HOWEVER!! i have an inclination that he would adore a tsundere partner even more! not necessarily in terms of personality, but more so someone who’s inexperienced or just too shy to admit they wanna cuddle n touch 24/7!!!

making them blush is the only thing on his mind, all hours of the day istg- and he’d such a tease too!!!: “oh? you wanna cuddle? no? then why are you leaning against me, hmm? huh, what’s that, could you speak up please? aww~~, since you asked so nicely!!”

he’d get such a kick put of watching them open up, and crave his touch slowly!!

but i do think he’d seriously struggle with someone who doesn’t like being touched fr. maybe if he likes them enough, he’ll stick around, but the chances are rather slim!

just please hug him, and kiss him, and call him ning ning!! this big boi will literally melt in your arms!!!

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