#if you don’t know what i’m talking about go play infamous if it’s good shit
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every time i see an ask that says seven is mad for no reason my eye twitches DJSJ no but like even if your mc doesn’t vote agaisnt them they still get fucking fucked the fuck over. like imagine all of your closest childhood friends join a band YOU made and you’re all super close and super passionate and SUPER serious about it. One of those friends could also possibly be like the love of your life and everything is going great and you’re happy and in love and all of a sudden they all go. “you know what looking at this from a business perspective your absolute best friend since middle school/partner is basically better than you. So we want you to basically stand off to the side of the band YOU TWO created and be useless and be cool with it.” and then even if mc DOESN’T vote against them they clearly didn’t leave the band and went along with it long enough for the fallout to happen at a party and not at the exact moment iirc. Even if seven agrees to it for even a second mc should know them well enough to know that’s a goddamn lie. And if they didn’t that’s is being at best naive and at worst deliberately obtuse to think seven can or should be satisfied with backing vocals in a band they founded.
TLDR; seven got absolutely shafted by all the people they loved and trusted the most in the worst way possible and is rightfully hurt and fucking pissed off about it. they lost everything in the divorce and has to start from scratch like :/
#infamous if#not to be a seven apologist bUT I MEAN#i’m not actually mad tho im mostly kidding as we all know seven is VERY well loved#and i can’t wait to see where this goes#but i feel like some ppl don’t understand just how DEEPLY they hurt seven and fucked them over#like that’s fucking brutal so i totally understand why they’re Like That even if mc may not ‘deserve it’#seven is FAR from completely unjustified#if you don’t know what i’m talking about go play infamous if it’s good shit#lyriumsings txt#long post#i hAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS aND CURRENTLY nO DISCORD TO POUR THEM INTO#🥺
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Got Me Thinking
Part 4: If Your Girl Only Knew (Slight NSFW)
Synopsis: Jack invites you to one of his shows, and everyone is excited to see you, especially him. However, he had to warn you that the time had finally come for meeting the infamous Kelsey face to face.
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader
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Ever since that lust filled night when Jack came to visit, you were longing to see him again and be in his presence. During different times of the day, your thoughts would go back to that moment and how much pleasure he had brought you. So much that in more times than you could count, you found yourself having a river form in between your thighs and often found yourself putting your vibrator to good use. That would have to do at least until you saw him again.
Luckily a few weeks later, an opportunity arose when he called you on Facetime and asked you if you would want to come to one of his shows. Surprisingly, you hadn’t seen him perform since the two of you called it quits and thought it was long overdue.
You had kept tabs on him throughout the years and still supported him, but you simply did it from a distance.
“You busy this Friday?” He asked and all you did was eye him.
“Depends on who’s asking.” You answered while eating your chocolate covered strawberries that was from an edible arrangement that Jack had sent to your house earlier.
“Well I’m asking because I have a show I’m performing at in L.A. and I want you there with me.”
“Hmm, I guess I can fit you in my schedule.”
“What do you mean you guess? Stop acting like you don’t want my face buried between your thighs again. And I definitely want to be one of those strawberries right now. Why are you eating it like that? Getting me bricked up and shit.”
“Jackman! Cut it out, he’s downstairs.” You exclaimed while getting up to close your bedroom door.
“Like I give a flying fuck about that. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. Don’t act shy now, or did you forget what happened last night when I called you?”
You instantly got a smirk on your face remembering how Jack asked you to get off in front of him and all you remember was the camera view becoming blurry as he hit his peak and his cum went flying everywhere as he watched you.
“I see your phone survived what you put it through.”
“Look, it was your fault and I’d do it again too with no hesitation.”
“I know you would.”
Jack then got quiet and you looked at him curiously wondering what was on his mind.
“Jackson, why are you so quiet all of a sudden?”
He simply sighed before answering you.
“Kelsey is going to be there too.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Jack, that’s your wife isn’t it? I would expect her to be with you sometimes.”
“Yes, but….”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll play nice and be on my best behavior and I might give you a private show once you’re done with your own.”
“Oh, do tell.”
“Nope, you just have to be patient and wait and see. But, why am I worried about someone that clearly can’t give you what you want or satisfy you? From what everyone says about her, she obviously doesn’t compare to me.”
“Doesn’t even come close.”
“Isn’t it almost two in the morning over there? And where is she now?”
“It is and I have no idea where the hell she is and I don’t care. Probably out spending all my got damn money.”
You stifled a laugh and he simply shook his head.
“Well Clay does call her the wicked witch of the west for a reason.”
“And now I’ve really started to see why over the last two months.”
“We’ll talk about it later, but for right now you need to go to sleep and get all the rest you can get for Friday.”
“Oh, and why is that?”
“Because you’ll have two performances to put on. One for your fans and the other one is for my eyes only. How do you think Kelsey would feel if we had a few minutes to ourselves after the show?”
“I can arrange it and make it happen and she can get the fuck over it.”
Friday was now here and you were on your way to the venue and made sure to leave a bit early so that being stuck in traffic wouldn’t become an issue. As you were driving, a facetime call came through and you saw it was Clay and quickly answered. You were now suddenly concerned and was hoping that everything was okay with Jack.
“Clay! Hi boo, what’s going on? Everything okay?”
“Please tell me you’re still coming, but hi to you too!”
“What the? What’s wrong?”
“Jack is in a mood again and you can guess why because there is literally only one answer at this point.”
“Oh, goodness.”
“I wish she would have stayed home but NOPE. So here we are and everyone is miserable so PLEASE tell me that you’re almost here. I don’t know how much more of her we can take.”
“Of course I’m still coming and I’m actually almost there. I left a little early because I knew traffic was going to be crazy.”
Just then Urban popped into the frame and was waving at you.
“Y/N!”
“URBANNN!”
“Hurry up and get your ass here. I’ll meet you outside and bring you to where everyone is. But uh, did he warn you about….?”
“Yes, I know.”
“Okay good. Didn’t want you walking into any surprises.”
“I’ll see you two in about ten minutes.” Without another word, you hung up and turned your attention back to the road ahead.
As promised, Urban met you outside and led you backstage where everyone was. As soon as you walked in the room, all attention was on you and Clay was the first one to capture you in a hug.
“We’re saved, we’re saved.” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh. When you looked over at Urban, he was laughing too so he obviously must have heard what Clay said.
“Y/N! Clay, move and stop hogging her!” Ace exclaimed while trying to get in between the two of you.
“Hiii Ace.”
“Hello, Y/N, and we need to talk business. As in business being your older sister.”
“ACE!! Leave the girl alone! She just got here! At least let her settle in before you start harassing her! Hi Y/N, I’m Neelam and I’ve heard such good things about you from Jack. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” So, this was the famous Neelam that everyone talked about.
“It’s so nice to meet you too!” You responded while returning the hug that she was giving you.
You scanned the room and didn’t see Jack or Kelsey so you assumed that they were together and sure enough right on cue, they both entered. Jack was walking in front of her and clearly pissed off about something as she was following behind him like a lost puppy and there was an obvious pout on her face.
“Babe!”
“Kelsey, drop it. I’m done talking about it.”
When Jack looked up and saw you, his grim mood turned the corner for the better and immediately ran over to you and picked you up as you began to laugh.
“Hiii boo. I see you’ve missed me.”
“You have NO idea.” He said loud enough so that only you could hear and squeezed you tighter.
“When you left, I lost a part of me. It’s still so hard to believe, come back baby please cause weeee belong togetherrrr.” Clay started to sing when the two of you embraced and it was giving everyone in the entire room the hardest time in order not to laugh.
“I just love Mariah Carey. One of my favorites. Yall think she’s going to do a Vegas residency soon?” Clay asked as he was scrolling through his phone.
“I’d definitely come with you if she does.” Urban responded while shrugging and Neelam was eyeing the two of them.
She quickly mouthed ‘Behave’ while trying not to laugh herself.
Once Jack had placed you back on your feet, you suddenly felt a presence next to you and turned around to be face to face with Kelsey herself.
“Babe, who’s this?” She asked Jack and he clearly looked annoyed at the fact that she was even talking to him.
“Y/N, this is Kelsey, Kelsey this is Y/N, we went to high school together. She lives here and I asked her to come.” He answered while not taking his eyes off of you and his left arm was still around your waist which she was quick to notice.
“It’s so nice to meet you.” You said as you held your hand out towards her, but she examined it before she took it.
“Oh, someone’s jealous.” Clay whispered to Urban and he immediately nodded.
“I didn’t realize you two were so close and had no idea you would be here tonight. I feel that is something important that you should tell your wife, don’t you think, Jackman?”
“Here she goes.” Clay quietly said while keeping his focus on his phone.
“They’ve been a lot closer than she thinks.” Urban muttered next to Clay and they both began to laugh.
“Kelsey, don’t start. So I have to tell you about every single person that I went to high school with and decided to reconnect with them?”
“I didn’t even mean it like that.”
“Well it sounds like you did.”
“Damn, 100 points to Gryffindor. He got her good with that one.” Ace said from behind you as you were simply standing there because it was now awkward.
Kelsey then turned back to you and gave you the fakest smile that she could muster. There was something about you that she couldn’t put her finger on, but she already knew for a fact she didn’t like you.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.”
“Okay, is she settled in now Neelam? Y/N! Let me at Janelle!” Ace said as he was now at the snack table and all you did was shake your head at him.
The time waiting for Jack’s set was spent with you goofing around with everyone backstage and getting to do a mini photoshoot in the hallway with Urban taking the pictures in order for you to be able to post them on your instagram later.
When you were across the room talking to 2fo with Jack right beside you, Kelsey went and sat next to Clay who had a confused look on his face when he noticed her.
“Uhh? Did you need something Kelsey?” He politely asked as he was silently cursing Urban for leaving him there by himself.
“How does Jack know her?”
“He told you earlier. They went to high school together. Didn’t you hear him?
“And they were just friends?” She asked, trying to find out more information about you.
“Don’t you think that this is a conversation for you and your husband to have?” Clay asked while finally turning to look at her.
“He doesn’t want to tell me anything anymore.”
“Hmm, I wonder why. Evil ass.” Clay muttered to himself so that she wouldn’t be able to hear.
“You still need to ask him and not me.”
“Is there…. Is there something I should be worried about?”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“Jack hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since he saw her when she got here.”
“Well.. they haven’t seen each other in a long time and they were really close.”
“How close?”
“Kelsey, ask my brother.”
“But obviously you know something, but aren’t telling me.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re a little jealous? You’re the wife, right? So you shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”
“I’m not jealous! It just seems like everyone adores her and all of the attention has been on her.”
“She’s an amazing person. Always has been. Our parents absolutely love her too.”
“Wait, she knows your parents, too?!”
“Like I said before, they were extremely close.”
Soon there was only about twenty more minutes until it was time for Jack to go on stage and you wanted to give him a small gift since you still hadn’t gotten him anything for his birthday. You knew deep down that he didn’t care and was simply excited to see you, but you still wanted to do something nice for him. As he was about to head to his dressing room, you grabbed his arm to stop him.
“Hey, I have something to give you, but I want it to be when we’re by ourselves.”
“Hmm, is it what I think it is?” He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows and you quickly smacked his arm.
“Behave! And no, but… if we can make our way to your dressing room now, I can give you a good luck kiss and maybe a little more?”
All he did was smirk and start to play with the ends of your hair which Kelsey was very quick to notice and was quick to interrupt.
“Babe, isn’t it time for your good luck kiss since you’re about to hit the stage?”
“Gag me with a spoon.” Quiiso said to 2fo who was trying not to laugh.
“Um, sure in a minute. Let me go get dressed first. And Y/N had something to show me so we’ll be back.”
He put his hand on the small of your back and guided you down the hallway to his dressing room as Kelsey was left sitting there fuming at what just happened.
Once the two of you got to his dressing room, he closed the door behind him and locked it then his lips were instantly on yours.
“Mm, I’ve missed that and this.” He said as his hand went to cup your ass in the skirt that you were wearing.
“You definitely made that clear on our facetime call earlier this week.”
“So, what did you want to give to me? Is it another purple thong? Because at this point I’m about to start collecting them like infinity stones.”
“I literally CANNOT with your ass.” You said while laughing and Jack pulled you closer to him so that he was able to kiss you once more.
“Look, I figured I’d ask and when I collected all of them it would unlock some type of bonus scene.”
“Jackson PLEASE stop talking.” You responded as you continued to laugh.
“What?! What’d I say?!”
“Anyway, for starters, it’s not a thong because I’m not wearing anything under my outfit at all.” You whispered against his lips and grabbed his hand to place it underneath your skirt.
His fingers grazed against your core and you were getting wetter by the second. He then inserted two of his fingers and slowly moved them before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them. Just like he did the last time the two of you saw each other.
“There’s definitely more where that came from, but we have to save it for later.” He quietly said, but all you did was get on your knees without breaking eye contact with him and started playing with the waistband of his sweatpants.
“You definitely don’t need a good luck kiss from Kelsey, but will good luck head be acceptable?”
All he did was nod his head as you pulled down his sweatpants and boxer briefs and immediately took him in your mouth.
“Ahh shit.”
Jack didn’t want to mess up your hair so he simply pushed it back out of your face as you continued to pleasure him.
“I’m definitely going to need you to sit on my face after this later. FUCK!”
Because you knew that he didn’t have a lot of time, you were trying to move as fast as possible in order to get him to cum and you could tell that it was working seeing as Jack’s eyes were now closed as he threw his head back in pleasure and was trying to lightly force you down on him.
“My girl looks so pretty taking all of me in her mouth. That’s it baby, that’s it. I’m close.”
You hearing him say that he was close made you move even quicker with a sense of urgency because the last thing you wanted was for him to be late for his set.
“Fuck!” Was the last thing you heard as he came in your mouth and you swallowed it without wasting a drop.
When he was finished coming down from his high, he looked down at you and smiled before helping you to your feet and kissing you.
“I want to return the favor.”
“But… we don’t have a lot of time.”
“We have as much time as I say we have. I’m the headliner and calling the damn shots.” Was all he said before leading you to the couch and immediately pulling your shirt down to expose your breasts that he began to play with them, lightly sucking and biting.
“Babe, that’s going to leave a mark.” You whined and he simply shrugged.
“I’m marking my territory.”
He didn’t waste a lot of time before pulling your skirt up to your hips, spreading your legs and diving in head first.
By the time that Jack had gotten dressed and you had given him his gift, which was an exclusive Rolex that was personalized and had his initials on the band inside, he was only a minute late.
“I’m definitely wearing this onstage. Thank you Buttercup.” He said as he leaned down to kiss you and you were simply admiring his outfit as you helped him put on the watch.
His outfit was your favorite color.
Green.
“Hmm, you wore this outfit on purpose, didn’t you?” You asked and all he did was smirk.
“What ever do you mean, baby?”
“Such a fucking tease.”
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As you were in the front and standing off to the side watching Jack perform, Neelam came up to you and smiled. You returned the smile and the two of you watched him in silence before she turned back to you to say something.
“Y/N, I just wanted to tell you how much the people around him see how much happier he’s been since you two reconnected.”
“Well you can thank Clay for that.” You said thinking about when he first asked you.
“I.. look.. Jack is not only my client, but someone who I consider my little brother. He has talked about you non-stop and all I want is for him to be happy and I know that his happiness is wherever you are. Kelsey isn’t good for him and we could all see it from the beginning. He just didn’t want to listen. ”She said, being completely honest.
“That seems to be the running theme of what everyone keeps telling me. He’s definitely important to me and I want the best for him. I just wish sometimes that we never broke up because I always think about how our life might have turned out differently.”
“Well the two of you reconnecting wasn’t by chance and it was definitely meant to happen. I just want you to know that whatever that you two have going on because I know that there is something there because my big sister radar is going off, I support it. I just want him to be happy again. That’s all we literally all want.”
“I wish it was that simple.” You replied while sighing.
“Well, why isn’t it?”
“You said Jack told you a lot about me, but did he mention my husband?”
Neelam looked at you dumbfounded before she responded.
“You act like the word divorce doesn’t exist?”
“And that’s my problem.”
“What is?”
“I love Jack like if he would have asked me to elope when we were eighteen, I would have without a second thought and that is still true as we speak, but I also love my husband as fucked up of a person that he is and I’m having second thoughts about divorcing him.”
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What You Deserve, Part 2
Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Toxic filth. Infidelity. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) , fingering (female receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play, dirty talk, praise kink, Daddy kink, all consensual.
Summary: Getting into an argument with your husband has you question several things about your relationship. You know you shouldn't, but you turn to Stunna anyway.
Word Count: 4,482k
Part 1
A/N: The brainrot is REAL. REAL I SAY!!!! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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“What the fuck is this?” You asked, following your husband around your room as he packed. He threw down a couple of socks on top of the neat pile he was making. He shook his head and you couldn’t help noticing how small it was in proportion to his body.
He worked out and kept himself fit but it wasn’t for your benefit. He just liked to look good. And you were feeling petty so everything now was small on him. His head, his beady little eyes, and his tiny ass hands.
“I can’t say no, babe,” he said. He looked at you briefly, like that was supposed to help, and went into the bathroom to collect his travel pouch. He unzipped it, diving through its contents, oblivious to the roller coaster of emotions shooting through you.
“You promised to attend the twins’ play this week. Not to mention, you promised to take them to the aquarium. You can’t do that to them and then make me the villain, having to tell them that you can’t make your promises,” you said.
You felt like screaming. How was it that he was the smartest man at his company, responsible for…whatever financial crap he’s into and he couldn’t see what an asshole he was being?
“I have this job so they have the chance to do these dumbass plays. Record it for me,” he said.
“Want to try that again?” You asked, crossing your arms.
Your husband rolled his neck and gave you the infamous grimace. The one that told you that he didn’t like this conversation or where it was headed. The one that usually told you to back off before he shut down completely and did some passive aggressive shit that only pissed you off. Now you were both mad and he was sleeping in the guest room. And you’d have to hide it from your incredibly smart twins.
“I appreciate all that you do, truly. But one day you’re going to wake up, they’re going to be older, and all they remember is that you were gone all the time,” you said.
Your husband sighed and stepped closer to you. He put his hands on your elbows and rubbed them, looking into your eyes. “I hear you. I had every intention of going to their plays and taking them to the aquarium. These things just keep coming up,” he said.
You pulled out of his embrace. After what you did with Stunna last week, you hadn’t felt like touching your husband. You had been in a weird headspace, caught between feeling guilty and liberated. Besides, you were mad at Baby Hands right now and didn’t feel like faking the funk today.
“I’ll be sure to tell our five year olds that these things keep coming up. I’m sure they’ll understand,” you said.
“Don’t use them to fight with me,” he said.
You took a deep breath, ready to launch into what an ungrateful bastard he was. Times like these only highlighted what a stark difference kids made to people’s lives. In the beginning, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Now, you wanted to scratch his eyes out more than you wanted to kiss him.
What was the point? Realizing that, you deflated. Why were you fighting so damn hard for this shit when he clearly couldn’t be bothered?
“Have a safe trip,” you finally said. Your husband’s nose flared and you turned around before he could read the disgust on your face. You hated when he did that shit. He was like a toddler sometimes. Only a toddler actually expressed themselves. You were exhausted and didn’t have the fucking energy.
You focused on getting the twins together. It was important that they learned to value their free time. That it was okay to have moments where things weren’t scheduled and they could choose what they wanted to do.
Noah usually chose reading, preferring to get lost in his Captain Underpants books. You were surprised they were still around but once he saw the books, Noah got all fired up. It was getting harder to find appropriate books for his age that he hadn’t already read.
Naomi, on the other hand, liked her baby dolls. You made it a point to buy her Black ones and teach her to love her skin. You popped your head in on her and watched as she was playing some rendition of a beauty salon. She was chattering away and you smiled at her creativity.
With all things said, your husband was an ass but he gave you your kids. You couldn’t hate him for that. You just wished he’d do better. Once they found out that their dad pulled out of plans, again, their little faces would eat you up.
That night, when everyone was fed and in bed, you were in the living room enjoying your little bit of free time. You were on your phone, scrolling through mindless shit on Facebook. You held a glass of red wine and sipped it, scrolling through someone’s vacation photos.
It’d been a while since your husband took you on a vacation. Not since…well, since before the kids were born. Had it really been that long?
No wonder you invited a total stranger into your home and in your pants. Your life was good, safe, but boring as hell. Your friends were all out living their lives and you weren’t always able to link up with them. They were childless so they didn’t want to hang around a house full of kids.
The mom friends you did make were not into the same shit you were. They wanted book clubs and wine hangouts. Anything that they didn’t have to stray too far from their homes, a call or hop away from their respective families. You were stuck and in need of some entertainment.
Your fingers seemed to move to your text messages of their own accord. Your fingers flew to a new message and typed in Stunna’s name. You were facing away from the staircase and no one should be up and creeping around, but you still looked up to make sure you were alone.
It was really late. You shouldn’t be entertaining this. Your husband’s words scrolled through your mind, mixed with the wine you consumed, and you were typing the message before you could truly think about it.
You sent the message and waited anxiously. You flipped your phone over and placed it on the arm of the couch like it was a bomb ready to explode. This was insane. He now had your number.
You picked your phone up and began a new message, telling him that you were tipsy and shouldn’t have sent that.
Stunna: Was wondering how long you were gonna take. Fingers ain’t working?
You: Shut up!
Stunna: Ain’t the same huh? 🤤
You put the phone down and rubbed your hands on your pants. You felt incredibly sensitive, out of body, or too aware. Something was off but you couldn’t pin down what. A flash of heat made you fan yourself. Nothing even happened and you were already hot and bothered. It’d been so long since you were horny that you didn’t recognize the signs right away.
Truth be told, you hadn’t had a chance to take care of yourself. Your days were scheduled around getting the twins ready for their play, running lines, making sure they did their homework, and getting food together. You didn’t have a chance to think about it all week.
Now you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop rubbing your thighs together and picturing Stunna’s face smiling down at you. Picture how he looked fucking you on the kitchen table. You hadn’t been able to look at it the same all week.
You topped off your wine and then went up to your bathroom, running a bath while you continued to text with Stunna. He had plenty of innuendos for you, but was a surprisingly great conversationalist. When he wasn’t being nasty, he was giving great tips on new foods to try. Like chicken fried steak with cheesy potatoes and broccoli.
The hot water was heaven on your body and your eucalyptus soap worked wonders for stress. Breathing in the earthy scent cleared your worries about your stupid husband and this unplanned trip. You texted back and forth with Stunna while you soaped up and continued to drink wine.
You did place the phone down at one point and took care of your needs, getting yourself off to flashbacks of what you shared with Stunna. It was an incredible orgasm, but the bastard was right, it wasn’t the same.
You finally signed off with Stunna and got ready for bed yourself. You looked over your husband’s travel bags. The idiot didn’t know it, but you always double checked to make sure he had everything. He had draped his suit jacket over the suitcase and you rolled your eyes. This man loved wrinkles apparently.
You lifted it and a piece of paper fell out. You picked it up, curiosity getting the best of you. The ticket was for Miami and you pouted. You would’ve loved to visit Miami. Just because he had to work, didn’t mean that you couldn’t have gone as well and had fun with him in his off hours. Punk.
You refolded the paper and hung up his jacket. Then you placed the paper in his jacket. Something solid knocked against your hand. Inside, there was a phone that you didn’t recognize. Did he have a work phone?
As long as you’d known him, he only used his regular cell phone for work. He was glued to it, constantly on it looking at financial reports, accounting discrepancies, and whatever else you zoned out about his work. So what the hell was he doing with a second phone?
You wanted to wake his ass up and demand answers. Maybe his job did give him a second phone and you had mentally checked out about it. You bit your cheek. You were just flirting with Stunna by phone, dodging his questions about coming over and helping some more. Plus, you cheated on him. Could you really be mad if he did the same?
Yes. Because that happened last week. If your husband had an extra phone, who knows how long he’d been entertaining that bitch while you were taking care of his kids. The disrespect was what got you. You placed the phone back in his pocket, unsure what else to think of it.
Heat roared in your chest. Too full of simmering anger. You needed more evidence. You needed something other than a new phone to confront him with. You slipped into bed, looking at his sleeping form, wondering who the fuck you married.
The next day, you sent your husband off to the airport while he hugged and kissed your crying kids. You kissed his cheek, but otherwise didn’t have two words to give him. Whether or not he noticed, he didn’t say anything as he climbed into the cab with his travel bags.
You wiped your kids’ tears and told them that you’d take them to the aquarium yourself and they could make pictures about what they saw, so they could tell their father when he came home. You drove them to school and when you came back, you had a few hours to kill before you had to get food started.
You were still feeling petty. And hurt. And horny. And there were too many thoughts running through your head. You pulled out your phone and called up Stunna, cursing yourself the whole way. You weren’t ready to snoop yet. You weren’t ready to face the notion that your marriage was likely over.
Stunna answered on the second ring. “Must be my lucky day to hear from an angel,” he said.
“You busy?” You asked. You needed your brain quiet. You needed your brains fucked right out of you. And the only one able to help you was Stunna. You realized that you were a hypocrite. You couldn’t be mad at your husband for cheating if you were willing to do the same. The difference was, you had still been trying to make it work with someone who’d checked out a long time ago.
“Never too busy for you,” he said. He sounded like he was in the middle of driving. You heard rushing wind and faint music playing.
“I need dick,” you said.
Stunna’s smooth chuckle sent a tingle right down to your pussy. It throbbed and you shifted your footing, already getting worked up. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be over in a few,” he said.
He hung up with a final goodbye and you smiled, biting your lip and thinking about getting fucked. You ran upstairs to put on something sexy. One of the forgotten lingerie sets that you bought in hopes of using it on your husband.
His loss. You should be upset. Angry. Pissed. Vengeful. Right now, you couldn’t think past Stunna’s magical dick and how you were using it as a cure-all. He said to use him right? That’s all this was. Something to clear out the pipes before you went into investigating your own husband like a criminal.
You shimmied into the red, lacy bra and panties set and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had stopped caring about your body after a while. You’d always been a big girl with a tummy and thick, jiggly thighs. You could use some turns around the gym. Nope. You weren’t going to do that.
You were a mother and your body was still banging. Just a little more fleshed out. You had a body that screamed that you were alive.
The doorbell rang, shaking you from your thoughts, and you slipped on a matching red robe with black trim. You stepped down the stairs and looked in the peephole. Stunna leaned against the door frame. A thrill shot through you. Even looking at him through the peephole got you excited. You had it bad for this man.
You opened it and Stunna lowered his glasses. He looked at your robe, mouth curving into a smile. “I have a dick delivery for uh–”
You howled with laughter as you let him in and closed the door behind him. He turned to you, taking off his glasses completely. He looked damn good, standing there in a Black polo shirt and dark jeans. Good enough to devour.
He grinned at you, stalking towards you and pushing you against the front door. “Missed Daddy?”
He leaned down and kissed you, moving on to your neck. His hands came around to grab your hips, squeezing them. Then his hands moved to your ass, cupping the globes in his big hands and jiggling them.
“Yes,” you moaned, holding onto his shoulders. Already you felt yourself climbing out of a numb hole you’d sunken into last night discovering the phone. You didn’t want your imagination to run wild, to immediately suspect him of cheating on you. But you couldn’t help the gnawing pit in your stomach.
You didn’t want to think about that right now anyway. You lifted your leg and rubbed yourself against Stunna like a cat. He moaned, lips vibrating against your neck. You wanted more. You wanted him to do more. No hesitation.
You grabbed his hand, giving him a wink, and then tugged him upstairs. You bypassed your room and headed into the guest room. Inside, you were guilt free. Inside, you were just a woman enjoying a man’s body.
You kissed Stunna, taking off his shirt while you did so. You separated briefly, to tug it over his head, and then went back to kissing. It was sloppy and messy. Teeth scraping against each other because you weren’t close enough.
You went to work on his pants, but Stunna chuckled and stopped you. “Hol’ on, hol’ on,” he said. He stilled your hands. “You really miss me or you trynna prove something?” He asked.
“I really missed you,” you said. You were not doing this in retaliation for your husband. You didn’t know if Baby Hands really was cheating. But you knew that Stunna could get you there. Could give you a wild experience like last time.
“Good. Get on them knees and show me then,” he said. He took off his jeans and briefs, freeing his long, glorious dick. You licked your lips at seeing it. Your memories were a poor substitute for the real thing.
Stunna pulled you towards the bed and sat down on the corner. He widened his legs, man spreading all over the bed and you eagerly dropped to your knees. You’d proudly suck his dick. Proudly. You had no shame whatsoever right now. You felt wanton and needy. And it felt fucking amazing.
You kissed up his dick and watched a feral gleam enter Stunna’s dark eyes. He smirked and you lowered your lips onto him, suckling him. He groaned and shifted, giving you a better angle to take him down as far as you could take him.
You sucked and slurped on his dick, drooling leaking down so you could rub him in the area your mouth couldn’t reach. He moaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, just like that,” he said. You loved the feedback.
It turned you on. Arousal dripped out of you knowing that he was enjoying himself. Enjoying sex with you. You bobbed your head faster, gluck-glucking your way into that nut you wanted from him.
His hands dug into your hair, palming your head and pulling you down faster on his dick. His moans increased, and you focused on trying to keep up and not gag. “Gahh damn. You ain’t tell me you had a throat like this,” he moaned. He tapped a free hand against your cheek and you moaned. He could do anything he fucking wanted with your body.
You slurped his thick head and he jerked his hips, cum splashing down your throat. You sucked him all down, licking up runaway drops on your lips. Stunna watched you clean your mouth and he smirked.
“Nasty ass. Get up on this bed and sit on my face,” he said. He went to lean down and you shook your head.
“No, no, no, no way,” you said. You’d never sat on a man’s face before. You couldn’t possibly. He’d die.
He leaned on his elbows and you had to take a moment to admire the Statue of David. He was chiseled in all the right places. Sculpted. You had to admire God’s handiwork, he took his time with this one.
“I want that fat pussy on my face. Now,” he said.
Your pussy throbbed at his command and you giggled nervously as you climbed onto the bed. Stunna leaned back and laid down. You straddled his face and he asked if you were comfortable. At your nod, he moved your panties to the side and began to lick you and you moaned, clutching his head and leaning forward onto the bed.
His tongue lapped up all of the essence that leaked out while you were giving him head. He moaned, digging in deeper. He alternated licking, flicking, and sucking until he found a nice rhythm and attacked your clit with a single-minded focus.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” you moaned. Your hips began to move, riding his face. Thoughts of him suffocating vanished as you rode him, fucking his tongue rather than him fucking you. His hands gripped your ass and he smacked it, the sound loud enough to echo.
Gasping heaps of breath escaped you as you came, shaking and twitching on top of him. He continued to eat you out, smacking your ass more for good measure. Your legs were noodles now. Too weak to hold yourself up.
Stunna helped you lean off of him, laying on your side on the bed. You gasped for breath as he rubbed your thighs and ass. His beard was shiny and wet, dripping with your essence. He wiped his mouth, cleaning off most of it. There was still a shiny drop on him. You wiped it away for him and he grabbed your hand, sucking off your thumb. He moaned, one more taste from you.
“Daddy missed you too, baby. I’m glad you called me,” he said.
“Me too,” you said.
He climbed to his knees, using your hips to steady him. He lifted your leg and you looked at him while he slapped his dick against your clothed pussy. “So fuckin’ wet, gorgeous. You know I had a dream of fucking you,” he said.
“You did?” You asked.
He nodded while he moved your panties and lined himself up. He began to push in, sinking his dick into you and watching your face. Your mouth rounded to a perfect ‘O’ and he smirked. You pushed at his stomach. You forgot. He was so damn big.
He grabbed your hand and pinned it to the bed. He continued to push into you and you moaned, throat going raw with the effort. You used your other hand to push against him, slapping at his chest. His skin was so smooth and delicious. Your hand slid against his sweat-slick skin and he pulled that hand away too. He joined it with your other hand and pinned both above your head.
“Oh fuck! Daddy, too big,” you moaned.
“Too big? I can’t help that, baby,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, distracting you from the feel of him stroking deep within you. At this angle, going from the side as he was, you were able to look at him while he fucked you.
And it was a dangerous thing. You loved watching the emotions play over his face. Your wet heat sucked him in more and more until he hit your sweet spot. You cried out, eyes widening. “That’s my spot!”
“That’s your spot right there?” He asked.
“Right there!” You looked at him like he really was a statue brought to life. Like someone from a bygone era that studied sex like a true connoisseur.
Most men would move or stop what they were doing. It was like once you pointed it out, they took it as a personal challenge to do anything but. Not Stunna. He didn’t deviate in the slightest, hitting your spot over and over. He increased his pace, wet sucking filling up the air between his grunts and your moans.
“Oh fuck yes,” he whispered. “Gonna cum, gonna cum,” he moaned.
“Ouuueee,” you whimpered. It felt too damn good. You were crying and whimpering, so fucking close. So close, so close, so clo–
You came with a loud cry, shivering on his dick and twitching out of control. Your mind emptied out while he continued to pound into you, hitting that spot that he found. He took a few more strokes before he grunted, releasing his cum inside. You twitched more, feeling stuffed.
Your teeth chattered as you came down. Stunna leaned over and kissed you. You breathed each other in as you panted and huffed. You were a filthy mix of sweat and juices between you. And fuck! You needed that!
“Beautiful, fuckin’ beautiful,” Stunna said and kissed you once more.
“How do I tip for dick deliveries?” You panted.
Stunna chuckled and slipped out of you. You groaned as some of his cum spilled out as well. “Tip him by using him more often,” he said. He pulled you into his arms, running his hand up and down your back.
His feverish skin was now a little cold, cooling off from the intense session. You threw your leg over him and he grinned. He was so long, that his hand was able to slip between your legs and play with his cum leaking out of you. You moaned, moving away from him but he held onto you.
He kissed your temple. “Can’t get enough,” he whispered against your head. He fingered you, playing with your clit and your entrance, fucking his fingers deeper and deeper.
“Stunna, Stunna…fuck!” You cried.
“That’s it. Let yourself go one more time for me,” he said.
You buried your face into his neck and moaned, moving your hips to fuck his fingers. “That’s it. Keep doing that,” he said. You whimpered, chasing that elusive feeling once more. You were just greedy at this point, fucking yourself with his fingers until you were crying out with another mind-numbing orgasm.
When you calmed down enough, Stunna withdrew his fingers. He painted your lips with a mix of your climaxes and you opened your mouth to the smell and taste of you combined. You moaned as you sucked on his fingers.
Stunna grinned, kissed you, and then finished cleaning off his fingers. You sighed, watching this amazing man that fell in your lap. Too bad you didn’t meet him first. There would never be a dull moment if Stunna was around.
“Thank you,” you said and kissed his chest.
“You ain’t gotta thank me for that. What’s on deck for tonight?” He asked.
“Spaghetti. The twins’ favorite. Their dad…” You trailed off. You didn’t know if you were crossing some kind of line here. The whole reason he was here was to take your mind off of your husband. Not bring up your problems to him.
“Hey, no pressure. But I’m not intimidated by hearing about your bitch ass husband,” he said. He grinned and you melted, leaning into him while you told him about their dad promising shit and canceling on them at the last minute. You left out the bit about the phone. You weren’t sure what you were going to do about it, but you didn’t need a second opinion just yet.
“Go get cleaned up and I’ll take care of it,” he said.
“No way! I can’t let you give me back to back orgasms and cook my babies some food,” you said.
“Sure you can. I said use me,” he said. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your wrist. “I’m a full service delivery boy.”
Your laugh was loud and off-kilter. You covered your mouth but you didn’t stop your wild laughing. He was so stupid and silly and just the type of man you always thought you’d marry.
“Take a break, clean up, and I’ll see your sexy ass in the kitchen where you’ll get spoiled for once,” he said.
You smiled, cheeks hurting from how good you felt right now. “Or…you could always join me in the shower,” you said. It definitely crossed some sort of line to have sex with him in the shower your husband used that morning. But the hallway bathroom had a shower.
Stunna grinned. “Lead the way, then,” he said.
If you need more Stunna, you know where to find him! The Secret Big Stunna Files
Part 1
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breaking the cycle, nh13
in which your inner child never truly healed.
me 🤝 finishing sad pieces with incredibly unserious dialogue (2.5k)
silence was unbearably loud in your car, your son sat next to you with a ball of kleenex shoved up each nostril, both red with blood.
you understood that he probably didn’t want to talk about whatever could have possibly given him the bright idea to start a fight with one of the most infamous assholes he went to school with, but it needed to happen
“felix..” his eyes moved over to you, your own focused on the road ahead of you, but they moved back out the passenger seat window in an instant.
“no,” you rolled your eyes, the definitive tone in felix’s voice giving you all the more reason to get the true story out of him
“you punched a boy in the face, felix, you can’t say no to this!”
“dad does it all the time!”
you almost slammed on the breaks, exasperated
“when you’re making millions of dollars to sock people in the jaw, you can have at her. until then, d’you think you can refrain?” you hate to admit that you’d raised your voice with the question, quickly bringing it down and taking a deep breath
it was dead silence for the rest of the drive, your grip on the steering wheel tight and your son’s eyes trained solely out the window
as you pulled into your driveway, nico’s car already in it’s spot, you sighed again.
“fe,” he glared over at you, already having set his boundary and being angry with the fact that you were so keen on crossing it
you talked a lot with him about boundaries - how it was good for him to have them in place and it was good for him to defend them.
how even if he didn’t understand other’s boundaries, didn’t get the full story, wanted to keep prying, he needed to respect what others asked of him just as he expected them to do for him.
this was different, though, because about a million boundaries were crossed before he had even stepped foot in the car. before he had told you no
felix tried to unlock the car door and step out, but you locked it and gave him a look before he could succeed
“you can either go inside and have your dad lecture the ever loving shit out of you, fe, or you can just tell me what happened. i can give you a minute if you need,” he slouched back into the passenger seat, crossing his arms and sniffling to adjust the tissue in his nose
it was a few minutes of silence before he looked over at you, clenching his phone in his hand out of nerves
“i was just sick of everyone comparing me to dad,” he looked you up and down, gauging for a reaction that he didn’t really get, before looking back down at his lap
you thought about it for a minute, opening your mouth to speak but being cut off but a teary eyed felix, ready to further explain
“i don’t- i don’t wanna play hockey, anymore, mom. the guys on my team are mean and it’s like they see dad drop me off and they’re expecting nico junior to walk into the rink and crush it, but i’m not good cause i’m not happy”
he hiccuped, pushing down his sobs so he could keep talking
“i can’t be good at something i hate, even if my dad is in the nhl, even if i’ve been on skates since i was a baby… n’ i know i told you i wanted to go back when the sign ups came out, s’ cause i know he likes to skate with me, and he likes to ask how practice was, and it’s, like, the only thing we have in common and i don’t want to lose that, i can’t-”
and then he broke, sobs wracking his body as he smooshed his face into your shoulder from over the centre console, your hand instinctively running through his hair and cupping his head to comfort him,
your heart ached in your chest thinking of how long he’d been hiding how he felt.
you thought of him asking to talk to jack so he could try and get better, you thought of him wanting to watch devils practices, you thought of him asking for jerseys and pucks and a subscription to watch prospects at michigan
you thought of how he always said he wanted to go to michigan
you thought of his room, decked out in memorabilia from players he claimed to look up to and the picture of him as a little kid wearing a massive team switzerland jersey surrounded by his dads teammates from home
you thought of the fact that all day every day, he wanted to be with nico, he wanted to learn and bond about what you thought was their sport, not just nico’s
you thought of the huge bookshelf he told you would look good in the guest room, all of the the books along with it
you thought of the few months where all of your art supplies would go missing, and when he looked down and shook his head when you asked if he wanted you to get him his own
you thought of the beginning of the school year, when you had to sign off his class schedule and the elective he chose, which had gym and art scratched and rewritten over and over until the box was full and the counsellor had to write ‘gym’ with an arrow
you thought about when he came home with an arm full of drawings and claimed his friend had done it in class
you thought about how his equipment seemed like it was weighing him down more and more every time you saw him walk to put it in your trunk
you thought of how you should have noticed, but you didn’t.
“your dad is gonna want to spend time with you no matter what, fe. he’s gonna love you, n’ be proud of you, and he’s gonna support whatever you want to do, okay? and if you want, i can tell him for you.. explain, how you’ve been feeling,” you moved his head back, having him look up at you
he looked conflicted, like he wasn’t sure he wanted nico to know at all
“i’ll hardly see him,”
you shook your head, tears brimming your eyes “if you asked him to sit with you and look at a rock, felix, he’d do that,” you chuckled, wiping the tears from his cheeks and kissing his forehead
“he wants to spend time with you no matter what you’re doing, hm?” he hummed in silent agreement, leaning back onto your shoulder, this time facing the windshield.
“can you still tell him for me?” you ruffled his hair, strikingly similar to nico’s in the way it fell in front of his face
“yeah, of course.” you squeezed him into a hug and he smiled sadly.
“and hey, since you got yourself suspended, why don’t you come to work with me tomorrow n’ pick new colours for your room” he furrowed his eyebrows, pulling back to look at you
“i can redo my room?” you grinned, wiping your nose from the tears that had fallen under it.
“yeah, we’re gonna make it more you. plus, it’ll give me something to do while im on maternity leave” his eyes widened in shock, legs suddenly making their way over the centre console so he could hug you properly
even though he was older now, you loved hugs like this. he’d almost been taller than you, but it felt just like old times when he decided he was so happy he was just gonna koala cling to you and squeeze as tight as he could.
“does dad know?” you shook your head, earning an extra squeeze from your son
“now go inside, i’m gonna talk to him, okay?” felix nodded and slowly moved from your arms, going out the car door and sprinting to the house, presumably up to his room to brainstorm it’s new layout.
you gave yourself a minute before going inside and greeting a confused nico.
before he could question why his son, who had apparently punched someone, was smiling and excited, you hugged tight onto him and buried your face into his neck
instinctively, he forgot any questions he had about felix and squeezed you back, supporting the back of your head and worry taking over his face
his eyebrows went from quirked upward to furrowed downward and he knew then that whatever his son had done had good reason
you broke down in his arms, body shaking from sobs and cries muffled into his neck for the sake of felix, who you didn’t want hearing the affect his confession had on you
you had felt like you failed your son, like as a mother you should have paid better attention to what he was feeling
you felt like you had done something to make him feel like he couldn’t talk to you - something you vowed you wouldn’t repeat from your childhood when you decided to have kids with nico
“what’s wrong, sunneschii?” nico mumbled, almost feeling dumb with the question he’d asked you
what was wrong should’ve been that your child hurt someone, but deep down he knew that wasn’t it, that you honestly couldn’t be bothered by the suspension
“i’m a horrible mom, ni,” you croaked, gripping his shirt in your fists to ground yourself while he shook his head
“kids get into fights, love, that’s not on you. but felix, he’s excited, i don’t-“ he stopped himself there, reminding himself that felix’s giddy attitude and your sombre one were probably not a result of the fight
“he’s being picked on, at school. n’ at practice, too. he told- he told me..” you paused, trying to catch your breath and clear the tears from your sight and your throat
“he hates hockey, ni. n’ he’s been sticking it out so he would be able to spend time with you,” you looked up at your husband after the confession, face beet red and soaked in tears
“.. oh, that’s-“ you cut him off with a shake of your head
“why wouldn’t he tell me, nico? i thought i was doing everything right, he has privacy and room to grow and when he says he wants to figure it out on his own i let him and we talk about everything cause i thought he was comfortable coming to me. i want him to be comfortable coming to me n’ he’s not, i don’t know what i did wrong”
nicos stomach dropped, finally understanding why you’d been so upset
you explained to him at the beginning of your relationship you hadn’t wanted kids, that your grandmother treated your mother a certain way, and that she claimed to have broken the cycle when she hadn’t
you felt judged in everything you did, and it was like you could never make her happy. you felt like it was illegal for you to grow up
you never told your mother about anything because she always assumed the worst of you and the best of everyone else
she’d even made it a point to tell you she thought you were using nico for his salary
she always told you she had it worse as a kid, though. that her mother was judgemental and strict, and that she’d been proud of herself for being better than that
you didn’t want kids because you didn’t want to be blind like she was. you didn’t want to treat a child that had done nothing wrong like they were garbage while under the impression that you were an amazing mother
you had to break the cycle.
and then you and nico got serious, and you decided that you wanted a family with him, that you would see a therapist and try for a baby when you were ready
felix keeping something so big from you had made you feel like you hadn’t broken the cycle after all.
the worst part was that you were pregnant.
nico rubbed your back soothingly, peppering kisses onto the top of your head while he thought, finding the right words to say what he felt
“you are the best momma, y/n. fe would tell you that himself. we raised the kindest, sweetest kid i’ve ever met. he’s thirteen and he’s open with you about so many things, and that’s rare,
for this, though, i think he was trying to protect you. it’s not that he didn’t trust you, or that he thought you’d be mad, it’s that he wanted you to feel that you’d done him right, cause you have.
he wanted to protect me, too. cause for so long hockey’s been our thing and he didn’t want to disappoint me. didn’t want to lose our time together
that’s how i know we raised him good, cause he was being unselfish.”
you sniffled, shaking your head into nicos chest
“it shouldn’t be his responsibility to protect our feelings, ni” you explained, slightly more calm after nicos words
“i know. but everyone does it, sunneschii. for the people they love,” you smiled sadly, rocking back and forth with nico until you could breathe through your nose again
your fingers were combing along his stubble, his own tracing shapes on your back
he placed a long kiss on your temple before pulling away, looking down at you
“now, can i ask why he’s glowing like a kid in a candy shop an hour after getting suspended?” you giggled to his question, pressing a kiss to his lips
“i think he might wanna tell you” you grinned, nodding to the stairs and following him up to felix’s door, kept wide open as he typed away on his laptop
when he saw nico he gave a guilty smile, and moved over so nico could sit.
“no more hockey, hm?” he ruffled his sons hair, smiling fondly as felix blushed and nodded
“sor-“ nico shook his head, bringing fe to a halt
“don’t apologize, fe. never apologize for not wanting to do something for someone else” felix nodded and moved his laptop from his legs, cracking his knuckles awkwardly
“you’re mapping your room?” nico asked, tapping the screen where a blueprint of felix’s room was, a lot of the furniture moved, the bookshelf returning.
your son grinned slightly, realizing you were going to let him announce to nico the pregnancy
“mom’s helping me redo it, coming to work with her tomorrow” nicos eyebrow quirked, and he looked over you
“when’s she gonna have time for that?” he redirected his attention to felix, earning a big smile
“while she’s on maternity leave” you watched as nico buffered, eyes widening then blinking shut a few times
“while she’s on who?” you giggled and nico looked back over at you, springing up to bring you back into a tight hug and attacking you with quick, sweet kisses.
you cupped his face and gave him one last smile before making room for felix to get in between the two of you, the three of you in a tight hug for what felt like hours
once you pulled away, you wiped more tears from your face, these ones of joy, and ruffled the hair on both of their heads
“i love you, my boys... oh, and fe? you’re still grounded, by the way”
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Not What It Looks Like Pt. 1
Request: Omg Lani, I’m so fucking high rn and I gots an idea. What about a ghostface Amber fic where she breaks into r’s house as ghostface. I kinda want it to be like in scream 1996 with Tatum where r goes: “don’t kill me Mr ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” But like ghostface/amber spares them for s*x in return. And then r finds out it’s Amber bc of the way ghostface is fucking them. ITS A LOT, I KNOW BUT I FEEL LIKE IM COOKING UP SOMETHING HERE- (anyway, I love your work ;3, keep doing yo shi bsf)
Pairing: Ghostface!Amber x fem!reader
Summary: Ghostface breaks into r’s apartment, fearing for her life, r would do anything to survive.
Warning: Ghostface, breaking in, red text color is ghostface talking, set in scream 5 but with certain characters added from scream 6🤓
A/n: okay Walter white, I see you cooking up something other than that weed :3 I love this request tho, istg I gotta get high more often to create ideas this good LMAO! No but seriously, this sounds amazing and thank you for asking me to write this! (Plus, I find it funny that you censored sex)
You were at your friend Tara’s dorm with the rest of your friend group, playing uno and getting drunk. You were sat down between Tara and your girlfriend Amber. She rested her hand on your thigh as she watched the game, sipping on her beer.
“Uno!” You raised your hands in the air as a sign in victory, the rest of the group groaning and slamming their cards down onto the wooden dining table.
As you cheered and gloated in front of everyone’s face, the news on the TV started blaring, the siren blaring in your ears.
“Breaking News: Blackmore University film student by the name of Jason Carvey was found brutally stabbed in his dorm. The mutilated body of his roommate, Gary Bruckner, has been found crammed inside the fridge. A bloody Ghostface mask was found on the scene, police ran a DNA test and concluded that the mask belonged to Billy Loomis,”
“The infamous Ghostface of Woodsboro,” You and the group finished the sentence in unison. After the Woodsboro attack, the group moved to New York to live a “normal life”
But it looks like the plans gone to shit.
Amber reached over for the remote and shut the TV off. When you looked at her, her expression was stone cold, her jaw clenched as she stared at the blank screen. You originally thought it was from shock, but there was something in the way her lips pursed too hard that made it seem odd.
“It’s probably not even Ghostface this time, just some random looking for a thrill.” Mindy said as she got up to grab another beer.
“I’m sorry, Catherine Obvious, but have you been here for the past year?” Chad waved his hand in front of Mindy’s face when she sat down. “It’s obviously him… they followed us.” He leaned back his chair, drumming his fingers on his arm.
The room was silent for a moment, everyone taking in the information that no one wanted to hear.
“We need to go.” Sam stared down in the middle of the table, her eyes burning holes into the colorful Uno cards.
“Psh, Sam, it’ll be fine. Don’t be dramatic.” Amber smirked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, her attitude completely different than what it was 10 seconds ago.
Sam threw a death-glance at Amber, about to cuss her out before Anika spoke up,
“Yeah, I think we’ll be fine. If anything, we have cute boy across the street to help us.” Anika smirked as Sam’s face grew a bright red, muttering something under her breath before beelining to her room.
“Well. I say we call it a night.” Chad said as he stretched his arms over his head.
Everyone agreed and collected their belongings while Mindy was (rightfully) the one to help clean up everything.
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Amber had her arm wrapped around your waist as she walked you back to your dorm. When you arrived, Amber softly kissed your cheek as her other hand traveled up your shoulder, her fingers digging into your skin.
“Be safe, y/n. I can’t handle another one of Sam’s hour-long speeches about sticking together.”
You softly chuckled as she swept a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll try. But if anything happens, I’ll call you. Goodnight, Amber.” You softly squeezed her arm before letting go, entering your dorm as you blew her a kiss.
You locked the door behind you, placing your phone and keys on the entryway table. You stretched your arms above your head, your muscles tense from the game and a pounding headache from the news and the amount of alcohol in your system.
You walked into your bedroom, taking off your shoes before grabbing a pair of pajamas and heading to the bathroom, your steps slow and relaxed.
The hot water of the shower rained down on you, your muscles relaxing from the aroma of the lavender bodywash that Amber bought for you. The soap suds ran down your curves, collecting at the foot of the shower before being washed away.
When you finished and wrapped yourself in a towel, you walked to the sink to brush your teeth. The spearmint toothpaste lingered in your mouth before being replaced with the strong taste of the cool mint mouthwash you spat out into the sink.
You put in a black bra and a pair of black panties before grabbing your pajamas. The blue cotton antic stuck to your damp body as you pulled the shirt over your head and stepped into the matching pants.
You threw your dirty clothes into the weaven laundry hamper, the bin rocking against the wall for a split second.
You sat down in front of your vanity, grabbing your brush and running it through the knots in your hair. The brush caught on one particularly big knot in your hair. As you struggled to brush it out, the landline that was sitting on your bedside table started ringing.
“Unknown Number”
The words flashed on the tiny screen as the ringing filled the room.
Once you brushed out the tangle, you reached over to press the “accept” button on the landline.
“Hello? Y/n speaking. ” You called out as you ran a hand through your hair.
“Hello? Is Maria there?” The voice on the other line was adenoidal and croaky.
Maria was your roommate who was currently out of town, visiting her parents.
“No, she’s not available. Might I ask who this is?”
“I’m Joey. I’m in her trig class” The caller cleared their throat.
“Oh yeah? Joey from trigonometry. How come I’ve never heard of you, Joey from trigonometry?” You smirked as you teased the poor person on the other line.
“You sound exactly like how she describes you.”
“She talks about me?
“I don’t think I can really talk about that.”
“What does she say about me?”
“She says that you’re creative. You love reading and TV and movies.”
“Lots of people love movies.”
“Yeah, but she says you love scary movies and that you guys have that in common.”
“She told me the other day, she wonders…” The voice trailed off for a moment before continuing.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?”
Your ear perked up as you faced the landline, the bright green color of the screen stared at you, blinking the numbers over and over again.
“Well, I really liked “X”. It’s great representation of the psycho-biddy genre.”
“Sounds kinda boring to me. Have you ever seen Stab?”
“Once, i think. At a sleepover when I was, like, 12.”
“You lived in Woodsboro when you were a kid and you don’t know Stab?”
Now that, caught your attention. No one exceopt for the rest of the group knew you were from Woodsboro. You picked up the phone, pulling it to your ear as you made your way back into the living room to grab your cell.
“How’d you know I lived in Woodsboro?”
The voice on the other line was replaced by heavy breathing and the sound of rummaging.
“This isn’t fucking funny, Amber.”
“I told you, this isn’t Amber. But you’re looking particularly fetching tonight. Those blue pajamas really fit you.”
“What do you want?” You grabbed your phone and pulled up the dial button, as you pressed in the 9 and 1, the voice boomed again.
“Stop right there, y/n. You call the cops, you die. You hang up the phone, you die. It’s not hard getting into your dorm. Especially when you leave your window unlocked.”
That’s when you felt the slight breeze behind you. As you turned around, you saw that the living room window was wide open, the wind flowing with the curtains.
You bolted to the window, slamming it shut and locking it. You ran into your room, locking the door behind you.
The voice came on the landline again, “Come on, y/n… Don’t be shy, come and find me…”
You searched every nook and cranny in your room, carefully making sure there was no sign of Ghostface here.
When you searched under your bed, you found a bloody Ghostface mask, more blood stuck to your hands the longer you held it… it was easy to recognize this one too…
Mickey Alteri
The 2nd Ghostface
“What the fu-,” was all you could manage to get out before you heard the doors of your closet adjacent to the bed, crashing open. A black-robed figure sprinting at you was the last thing you saw before being tackled to the ground by Ghostface. A knife was pressed against your throat from the person above you, the voice changer crackled with every heavy breath.
“Surprise, y/n.”
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a part two to this
This was inspired by a scene from the show New girl, I've recently been re watching it and I thought it was v cute so here we are. And yes I used two lines from the show, they were too good not to include them:')
The next part will have the smuuut
cw: it's supposed to be f!reader but it can be read as gn!, it's not mentioned but ghost and the reader are in a relationship if that wasn't obvious, mentions and thoughts about sex, fluffy fluff again, i might be overestimating soap's intelligence but it's okay LMFAOOO jk.. unless
If someone told you that the cup you bought for Ghost’s birthday would play such a huge role in your relationship’s sex life, you’d down right laugh at them. Still, here you were months after his birthday, spotting the mug on top of the microwave, feeling a surge of excitement run through your veins, so much so that you couldn’t stop shaking.
It was rare for you two to find some alone time, let alone under everyone’s noses, since your relationship was still a secret to anyone except Soap. Oh, he knew alright.
His assumptions began when Ghost started looking at him funny each time he noticed him using something new or unfamiliar to him, from something as small as a ring to a sweater, he’d always ask if you got it for him. The first time, Soap downright laughed. “What? I’ve had this for years” and Simon would just hum, ignoring the pride pulling at his belly knowing he was the only one you've gotten a gift for. The third time the question slipped Simon’s mouth, Soap didn’t reply and instead stared at him with a shit eating grin and Ghost really wanted to break his jaw.
Nevertheless, you couldn’t exactly be affectionate in front of Johnny either, knowing full well Simon was a closed-off person and preferred to keep that private. Sure, his nicknames for you were a common occurance now, and it did get Price to raise his eyebrow once or twice, but Ghost was so nonchalant about it that it didn’t raise any more questions.
So, a little over a month after you guys started dating, you quickly devised a plan to let the other know that you were aroused, without arousing suspicion*. The code was, if Ghost’s infamous ‘#1 Asshole’ mug was placed on top of the microwave, and the holder was facing north, that meant one of you was in the mood for some action.
In truth, you were the one that put the mug out the most, who could blame you? Desperate times called for Simon Riley*2. Not that Ghost minded, each time he saw the mug out, he’d have a stupid grin on his face for the rest of the day, his mood suddenly ten times better than it was before.
He was more blunt than that though. He didn’t mind sneaking a pinch on your ass as he passed by, or resting his hand on your thigh if you were sitting next to him. But that was riskier because most of the time you’d get flustered and lose focus quickly, already thinking of the things he’d do to you later. That’s why he reluctantly agreed to this sex mug thing.
That was why you did a double take when you saw that he put it out. He put it out, and that was a god damn rare sight to see. “You’re not even listenin’, lass,” Soap’s sigh brought you back, and you snapped your head to him, lips parting. “I was.” He chuckled “Really? What was I sayin’ then?” You paused. Fuck.
“Something about a waitress you liked?”
“A nurse, actually.”
“That’s what I said.”
“Right..M just gonna go since I’m borin’ you to death” you pulled him back down by his arm with a tired hiss “Sit your ass down, Mactavish.”
He chuckled again and shoved your shoulder lightly. “I know where your little head’s at but at least don’t be so obvious about it.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in mock ignorance “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His smile turned sinister, as he pointed his thumb behind him, towards the counter, towards the microwave, towards the mug. “Your freaky lil’ sex mug, right? Oh, I know aaall about that, lass.” Your mouth dropped open despite yourself “I don’t-”
“Ghost washes and puts the mugs back in the cupboard the minute he finishes his drink, and you want me to believe that what, he places the cup there for quicker usage?Oh, come on.” he said your name with a pointed look and you just gawked at him. Fuck, why was he so good at this?
“What’s going on?” Thank God he was here. If you were going to be humiliated for this he should suffer along with you.
Johnny stood up and patted Ghost on the shoulder, “You go get some, Lt. Just remember to use protection, ay?” Simon’s eyes widened a fraction, his eyes dancing from Soap to the mug back to you in a manner of seconds. “That’s right,” Soap sounded more smug than you’ve ever heard him and you couldn’t look away as he moonwalked out the room, mimicking an explosion with his hands as he whispered his final words “Code broken.”
When Simon turned to look at you, you could still see how open and stunned his eyes were, resembling a puppy about to be scolded and you couldn’t help laughing at the whole situation. He shook his head and walked towards you, “That bloody bastard.” Ghost huffed out a chuckle of his own, placing his hands on your shoulders to massage them lightly as your laughter died down slowly, instead letting out hums of appreciation at the small act of affection from him.
“M sorry, love. I ruined our secret plan.” you tilted your head back to look at him and smiled softly, placing your hand above his, and squeezed. “Don’t be silly, no one can escape the wit of that man.” he gave another chuckle and bent down to press his forehead against yours, breathing in your scent through his mask. When he raised his head a bit to look at you, you couldn’t help the sigh that left you when he ran the back of his fingers over your cheek, and you were quick to catch his gloved hand and press a kiss to his pinky making him inhale sharply.
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“I'm still game if you are.”
“Oh it’s on Lt.”
<3
*Stole this line from Nick Miller’s free writing lesson, I learn from the best (HE'S A CHARACTER FROM NEW GIRL GO WATCH IT NOWOWOWOOW) i'm SO IN LOVE WITH HIM GOD
*2 Schmidt, my beloved
2023 © l13 | Do not steal, copy, edit, translate or re-post any of my works.
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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
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“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.
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“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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Poker Face🃏|| 7.5k
Joel Miller (no breakout! au) x F! Genius Reader
1980’s Vegas Strip, late night in the Bellagio Hotel, smoking and waiting on some poker with your friend Margaret, infamous Corporate Litigators walk in for a game to play, sitting at your table comes Joel Miller, little do any of them know that you have a photographic memory.
warnings: gambling, mentions of bullying, women’s life in the 80’s, asshole men, p in v sex (wrapped!), clit stimulation, doggy style, squirting (but she doesn’t know), f oral receiving, fingering v, alcohol consumption, smoking, RICH JOEL, etc etc
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Rush- Troye Sivan
Million Dollar Man- Lana Del Ray
In My Feelings- Lana Del Ray
Family Tree- Ethel Cain
Vegas strip, Bellagio. 1982.
Late at night, the bottom floor of the bellagio hotel was usually filled to the brim. The massive room is predominantly packed with businessmen , hookers, CEOS, average folk and tourists. You weren’t any of the above but you were special. Nobody knew your secret, nobody knew that the girl at the corner of the Poker table would always win, and this made you a gem. Not a tourist. Not an old rich white man. Not a hooker. Out of all the possibilities from the Vegas stript you were a fucking winner.
On multiple occasions, men from every block of the room would try to buy you a drink, lure you to the top floors of the hotel, bring you into private rooms, intrigue you with money and sex parties. But they always failed, mens tactics could never work on you.
You had to take it, accept that this was how you would always be viewed, not a woman but a body. After this, nothing felt better than taking their fucking money on the casino floor untouched.
Starting from this, Every weekend you would follow your friend Margaret to her job at the Bellagio, she was a dealer for poker, and got called in on very busy weekends. You didn’t mind tagging along all these years, she knew you would have fun too.
Margaret always wanted more for you, she would show you guys that she thought would be good for you. Slightly talking to them to make her happy. But never being satisfied with their answers.
Single and rich in vegas? Shit.
Were you average? Not particularly.
You were sitting back at the corner of the table on a hot summer night, studying the cards. It was earlyish in the evening, a live jazz band playing in the corner of the room. Welcoming people to stay in their hotel and stay a while for a game. Maragaret was setting up her table and drinking wine.
You understood the game of poker, it intrigued you, cards considering your future fortune. Poker was the game all the men wanted to play. Night after night of studying the game and the cards, you would eventually study the men, profile them and figure all the money they had to give from their pockets.
“What’s your plan tonight, you smart bitch?” She asks, moving around her chips and taking a sip from her glass. She opened her cigarette container, handing you one and giving you a light. She would always buy a carton for the both of you to smoke through.
She was dressed in a tight long black skirt with a backless wine red top. She was limitlessly beautiful and you couldn’t understand why she wasn’t taken, but then again you were best friends for a reason. You were wearing a black slip on silk dress, in the 80’s on the vegas trip, nobody would have cared how much clothes you wore.
“Hmmm, I’m thinking of making enough money for the both of us to go away for a while… I was thinking about New York.” You wink, “I hear it’s an up and coming city, c’mon we stay for a while and see what happens.”
“Maybe, depending on how much you make.” She laughs.
“1,000? 2? Maybe 3?”
“Don’t test your luck hot shot, you don’t even have a thousand to give, and then the moment you lose how would you pay them?”
“I’d find a way.” You grin, you point at your head.
“Mhm photographic memory will always beat the penis owners in here.” She giggles.
“I’ll drink to that Marg.”
Your ‘gift’ was the reason why you would win, after visiting Marg at her job and participating in some games, luck wasn’t your factor in winning every game. It was your memory.
You could see the cards the way Margaret would shuffle them, you would remember where they were placed in the deck, slightly peeking at the cards from your opponents.
When you would leave the strip with cash spilling out of your purse, it was a rush you couldn’t describe, a euphoria you never wanted to share with any other man. It was all for you, you did this all on your own, you were your own person and you never had to make a man happy.
You tried to act dumb, you tried to shade it off everytime you won, everytime you knew what cards the men around you had you had to play it off with a nice smile.
Growing up, you used this to your advantage, you flew through school and college. Growing up in the 60s-70s and being smarter than all the boys in your class was practically unheard of. But this, this was a challenge for you. Practically gambling your life away, just on your memory was a thrill you thought you would never experience. Using your looks and your brain to use men made you feel powerful.
You thought of this as your night job, but you worked for a place that invented math. It was quiet and secluded, but in the 80s, something was always being invented. Margaret always asked you questions, always wondered how you had the storage for this in your brain. You couldn’t believe it yourself, but you studied the philosophical part of math, why more things needed to be invented. This was never important to you, but it did pay well.
“There’s supposed to be a group of men from a bigger company coming in tonight.” She nudges at you.
“And…” You drag.
“Who knows…they come over here, play a game with you. You find a man that will sweep you off your feet and marry you!”
“Hell nooo, no marrying.” You shriek, “No long term commitments please, I owe myself at least that. But if they’re rich then maybe some rounds.” You smile.
New York was smelling real rich right now.
“Of fuck… look they’re coming in now, look, look!”
You flip your body around the chair, looking down the pathway from where the concierge meets the casino, a group of men cascading down the carpet.
It was a group of 5 men, all dressed in suits, hair tassel elegantly, black dress shoes shined with not one smear. You could practically smell them from a mile away. You could tell they were talking under their breath, laughing.
You and Margaret practically ogle them, you haven’t seen men like this before.
They had a style of fashion, you could tell they had money, and you could tell they weren’t from here.
You whisper, “Do you have any idea of what company?”
“No, I was just told there were important men coming in tonight and be prepared to see lots of cash tonight.”
Fucking hell.
They come closer to your side of the room, they pass the jazz band, pass all the food and side sushi restaurants, they weave through all the smaller gambling games coming over to the poker and black jack side.
You knew it.
“Look away, look away, if you look at them they’ll wanna come sit here.” You blow smoke out.
“That's the point!.” Marg whispers under her breath.
Not many tables were full, but there wasn’t an almost completely empty table for all of the men to fill. You knew they would sit with you, it was as if this night was planned.
They walk closer to you, feeling the breeze of all of them brush past you, standing at the game, observing the two girls in front of them.
“Is this table taken?”
You turn around again, drawing in your breath as you do so. The men standing in front of you were beautiful, but one in particular, you had to double take to make sure he wasn’t Burt Renolds. The man you suppose that asked, was the most godly creature you’ve seen.
“Not as long as you all would like to play some rounds with me.” You smirk.
They chuckle and eye you, taking a draw out of your cigarette. You move your jacket and purse from the table beside you, Marg moves her things from the table and reap through the cards.
“Mind if I sit next to you?” The man asks.
“No, please. I’m delighted.” You don’t miss your opportunity to realize how tall he is.
“Ready for some Texas Hold’em?” Marg asks.
“Giddy up horsey!” One of the men opposite from you chuckle, they all seem keen with each other, delighted that they could play together. He waivers down a server for alcohol, getting a bottle and glasses for the group.
“Darlin, would you like some?”
“If you wouldn’t mind,” You mumble. Prim and proper was all you had to be. At this very minute you were mindlessly going through the combinations of cards when Margaret was shuffling the cards. You could hear the stifling of the suits falling in place within her hands.
The man next to you hands over a glass, “What’s your name sugar?”
“So we’re on a first name basis now?” You tease, “What’s yours handsome?”
“Mhm I’m handsome now?” He shakes your hand, “ I’m Joel.” You see his skin, you scan his hand. His fingers are really fucking big. He had massive rings on a couple of his fingers, but noy any on his ring fingers. Your hand slips through his, not going unnoticed, the veins starting at his palm, his finger nails trimmed, cuticles cut perfectly.
You give him your name, looking the other way to get the last drag out of your cigarette.
He whispers your name to himself, like a soft prayer.
“Next to me is my brother Tommy, that's James, Tyler, and William.”
“Nice to meet you all.” You say, grabbing another cigarette out of Margs carton, cupping the light with your hands.
“Where you from?” He asks in a southern drawl. You can tell he’s not from here.
“I’m from Reno, grew up in Nevada my whole life. What about you Joel?”
“My brother and I are from Texas, I don’t ‘bout those yayhoos but we just recently moved to New York a couple years ago for our jobs. We’re all corporate litigators.”
“Corporate Litigators, impressive.” You chuckle.
He pauses, “ What do you do for a livin?”
What did you do for a living? You couldn't tell him.
“Well Margret and here, we're best friends, we work for each other.”
“You work for each other, in what way?” Tommy asks, Joel studies you.
“This one here can get you in trouble, watch out guys.” Margaret fills in, you roll your eyes laughing, you have to be careful how you start the night off with them, you can’t immediately believe you’ll win.
“Who wants the small blind and big blind?” Marg asks.
“No worries Joel and I will take it, wouldn’t want the lady and you hooligans having to pay immediately.” Tommy bellows.
You smirk, how kind of you.
“I’ll bet 20, what about you Joel?”
“100.” He blurts.
“Slow down, cowboy, don’t wanna scare off beautiful over there.”
“You’re not scaring me off, the night just started Tommy.”
Joel gets a wad of cash out, handing Marg a 100$ bill and her eyes avert to his cash, looking at you and winking. She passes out your 2 cards for the preflop round.
“What are you boys doing here in Vegas?” You ask.
“We’re just in town on a court case, profiling who we’ll be dealing with next week.” William replies.
“And to get some nice nights out.” James adds, his pupils were blown practically blown looking at you but there was no interest. He looked greasy and grimy. He looked like he was your age but he looked small and puny, begging for pussy without doing anything to earn it. Pathetic.
“Sugar, mind passing me a cigarette?” Joel asks.
You don’t falter giving him one, obediently doing as you're told. Fuck, this is not how you wanted this to go, but this was so much fun you couldn’t help it.
Your hand skids his again, begging for more. You give him a light and his Disneyland eyes thank yours.
Checking your cards, Queen of Diamonds, 10 of Diamonds you’re lucky you got the same suit. Not too bad, that means there’s a ⅖ probability someone would fold, would it be Joel?
“K sweets, you’re next to the big blind, what do you pick?”
You ponder, “I’ll call.” You shove in 100$ worth of chips, this is a test to see if anyone will twitch. If someone did you’d know they’d fold.
“I like that pretty girl.” Joel rasps.
Fucking hell.
William immediately folded, he looked embarrassed with the cards he got. Tyler calls with another 100$, James puts in 100$, and Tommy puts in 80$ to make it even.
600$ dollars itching to be touched.
“When you’d learn how to play poker darlin '?” Joel sits up.
“Well this until 3 years ago but I loved playing card games in college, an easy way of entertainment.”
“Entertainment huh? What’s entertainin’ to you?”
“Lots of things Joel. People, money, men, dreams, Vegas.” You trail off.
Marg giggles, “She’s a gem if you didn’t know.”
You smirk.
“That’s okay, gems make it big in this world, I’m here to experience one.” He shifts his hands to slightly touch yours.
You studied his face, his scruff looked enticing, his mustache making your mouth water. You haven’t felt anything this pungent for a man in years. You couldn’t control yourself. He looked years older than you, he wouldn’t want a girl your age? He could have anyone in this room, Margaret for fucks sake, not you.
But his hands, his arms bulged in his suit, his thighs expanding on the seat below him, his black shoes against the red of the carpet, the glow of the dark room coinciding with his skin, you needed to drink him.
“Princess we’ve been wavin to you, it’s your turn.”
Marg put down the 3 community cards.
King of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, Ace of Diamonds.
What were the fucking odds.
Tommy bet 100, Joel bet 100, not it was your turn to match or fold.
“100 in.” You murmur. Tyler folds.
“I’ll put in 150$.” James swindled more chips. You, Joel and Tommy did the same. Fucking arrogant asshole.
With Tyler and William out, 4 cards discarded that must have been bad, you, Joel and Tommy must have somewhat reasonable hands, you’d put that they’d both have some royalty after seeing the community being shown. James probably thinks he has the best hand. You wouldn’t walk away without a fight tonight.
“What’s it like in New York City, I’ve never been.” You slip on your drink, letting the warmth of the alcohol spread across your body. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of Joel's body, you would do anything to be alone with him.
“It’s fun, it's a big city, so much to do, so many different cultures, definitely better than farm field Texas.” He replies. “The night life there is a whole different world.”
“Better than here?”
“Darlin, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” He says.
You shuddered in your seat, rearranging your legs to burn the heat in your lower abdomen.
“We got some strippers last night, best night of my life.” James stammers.
Of course you did.
“You did dipshit, not us you fuckin pig.” Tommy reprimands.
It’s the turn round, Marg flips the fourth community card, 7 of Clubs.
Half the deck is still left, 4 on the table, 4 discarded with William and Tyler, 8 between the rest of you 4. All the 2’s must have been in the deck, a chance of Tommy having a 7, Tyler or William could’ve had 8s, leaving James and Joel with Kings.
Tommy keeps James busy, as Tyler and William are talking to Marg.
“How old are you honey?” Joel pips up, letting the smoke fog away from his mouth.
“I’m 24.”
He hums, “Just turned 40 this past month, feels weird but I guess it’s the prime age.”
“40’s perfect for a man, emotionally mature, physically at his best, life already put together. Don’t you agree?” You stare.
He ticks his jaw, peering into your soul, “I agree with you sugar, you can already read me like an open book.”
“Married?” Please say no.
He gets closer to you, “Divorced, but don’t tell the town I’m a divorced old fox.” He smiles.
“Why?”
“We both weren’t happy, it was a mistake to start with, our parents liked us for each other but our first night after being married we both knew it wasn’t going to work. After a year we separated and secretly got divorced. Parents freaked out but they’re dead now.” He shrugged.
You move sideways in your chair, moving your head to the side to study him, “I’m sorry, that must’ve been hard. Love is hard, finding people is hard. But I’m glad you’re out of it.”
“Ah darlin, long time ago but thank you.” He shucks a smile and his teeth were pearly white, he was perfect. No fault about him yet, and you hoped you wouldn’t find one. “Are you busy after this?” His eyes glare at you.
You glare at him, “No…I can be.”
“Good.” He hums.
“Ok 150$” James puts in his chips.
“I gotta fold man, can’t risk this.” Tommy holds up his wallet.
“150$.” Joel shoves in his chips.
Your turn.
“150$.” You follow.
“River round everyone.” Marg cheers. She eyes you, can you do this?
Yes. You blink.
She flips the last community card, 8 of Clubs.
“What about you? Married? Relationships?” Joel shifts.
“Single, I’m not the dating type. Never have been. She is though.” You point at Margret.
She puts her hands up in shock, playing along with you. “In High School I wasn't really the boys type. I wouldn’t do anything for them if you catch my drift.”
“Well sugar those are high school boys, boys then are always mean. Some still are now.” He hums looking toward James. “They’re cruel, and demeaning, fathers never teachin them right.” With his free hand he dances it around yours, delicately touching your fingers.
“Were you taught right?”
“I don’t think so, but I learned.” He clears his throat.
“Our dad was in the war when we were growin up, so we had our Ma and each other.” Tommy informs.
Now it makes sense.
“I’m gonna raise it to 200$.” James riggles his eyebrows, staring at you.
“I’ll fold, it’s been a good game.” Joel slumps back into his chair.
Just you and James now.
“200$, all in.” You grin, your breath slows.
All you can think about is Joel, he’s in your peripheral vision. All you can think about is how he looked walking down the hallway. How meticulous he’s been with his questions and answers. What his life has been like. His hands. His hair, his umber hair. You race your mind trying to think if you’ve ever seen him before, where has this man come from?
You swore off men from the hotel, only money. But he must be an exception, you have to let yourself have him. Your brain could turn off for one night.
“You think you can do this pretty girl?” Joel whispers, pretty girl.
You nod your head, putting out your cigarette and leaning closer to the table.
Joel places his hand on your thigh, giving you a squeeze of reassurance.
Fuck, if you stood up you could see a ring of wetness with your black dress, you knew it.
“Ok flip your cards.”
James goes first, he has 10 Hearts and 9 Spades.
“7 club, 8 club, 9 spades, 10 hearts and Jack hearts… there's a straight honey.”
You chuckle, you couldn’t believe he thought that was good enough. You thought he had cards like you but…
“10 of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, Queen of Diamonds, King of Diamonds, and Ace of Diamonds,” You pause, “Royal flush.” You pop.
His face loses all color, and Joel gets out of his seat cheering for you. Marg starts yelling and Joel picks you up, not believing what his eyes had seen. His hands lay above your ass, holding your waist in the most comfortable position.
“That’s my girl, “Joel whispers in your ear.
“A girl beat you James, what are you gonna do about it? Whimper you little cry baby.” Tommy teases.
Joel sets you down and you take a snapshot with your head, how tall he really is against you, you beating this whole group of men, Margaret screaming of joy for you. She pushes all the chips towards you, way over 1000$.
“Well boys, that was a good game,” You seductively smile, “How ‘bout another?”
They groan, sitting there in defeat.
“I’m gonna go to the club, if you boys wanna join. Don’t bring the bitch with you.” James huffs.
You look at him with disgust and Joel grabs his suit jacket, pulling him back.
“What’d you call her?”
“A fuckin bit-.”
“Okay guys break it up, James fuckin leave man. You’re too drunk for a club.” Tommy gets up with William and Tyler, hauling James with them. Joel stays back looking at the table with you and Marg.
“I’ll go uh cash this in for you, call me later?” Marg asks.
You nod your head, mentally thanking her that she’s leaving you with him, you have the feeling he couldn’t be much worse than James, but much better.
“I’m sorry Darlin for him, he’s always been a pain in the ass. M’boss thinks he’s a great addition to the team but he’s gonna get locked up one day.” He growls.
You grab your things, “It’s okay Joel, I’m used to it. Happens a lot around here, told you I was trouble.” You smile.
“You’re gorgeous, but you could never be in trouble.” He holds his breath, not knowing how to continue with you, but you for sure would be busy with him all night.
“Walk with me?” You give him your hand. He follows you like a lost puppy.
“I barely know you Joel but I trust you, what do you do with a woman's trust?”
He laughs, “You harbor it, caress it. Take care of her trust. You listen to her, do as you're told.”
“Hm, good.” You walk ahead of him, hand in hand, praying he’s looking at your ass. Swaying your hips in your dress. A male's gaze never feeling this good before. You’re in a quieter area of the Casino, jazz band farther away, out of the poker room near the concierge.
“What does Joel do in his free time?”
“Well, study on cases, he works out, he eats well, travels.”
“Typical.” You giggle,
“What do you do in your free time?” He asks.
“You won't laugh?”
“I invent math.”
“What?”
“Well earlier I was playing with you with my friend, we do kinda work for each other, but I invent theoretical math.” You confirm. “I guess in my free time.”
He stops in his tracks, holding onto you, staring.
“What?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t know that was a thing.” He huffs.
“Who do you work for? Mr Corporate Litigator?”
“Miller law firm.”
You stop in your tracks, “That’s right,” You tut, “I knew it, you’re Joel Miller. I’ve seen you in a newspaper before.”
“You have?”
“I have, I recall you win a lot.” You play with him.
“I do, I win everything darlin.” He hums.
You’re near the elevators of the hotel, practically begging him to bring you up, risking every moral you have in your bones.
“How long are you in town, Joel Miller?” You groan into his chest, your boobs press up against him, his hand slips over your ass.
“Only for tonight, I leave late afternoon tomorrow.”
The elevator dings, he walks in leaving you there, his eyes are dark. He looks helpless and his hair is distressed, every instinct in your body pushes you forward into the car. The door closes, and you practically hear colors.
He turns you around smashing his lips on yours.
You can’t breathe, he's moving so fast, his mouth is intoxicating, your mind is not able to comprehend that his hands are wrapping around your face, pulling for more. The cold of his rings cause goosebumps to crinkle on your back.
“Fuck, floor 36.” He pushes it and resumes, your lipstick is all over his face, but he doesn’t care. His tongue dances with yours, he’s spilling into you.
You break from him, “You’re not scared that I’m younger?” He holds you.
“No, you’re not scared that I’m ancient?”
“You’re not ancient, you’re fucking hot.” You moan into him, kissing his face, moving to his neck. His breathing changes, you have him backed against the elevator, he’s holding onto the railing for support.
You pray no one has to walk in, you only want this moment with him. The elevator dings and needs a card activation before opening, he slips it out of his wallet, and the doors open to a whole suite.
You continue to kiss, he pulls you into the room, illuminating every part of the room. You drop your coat and purse, he chucks his suit jacket on the floor. You stumble to the couch, you both sit, eating eachother alive. His hands lay atop your hips and the weight of his rings are making you shiver.
He drops to your neck and collar bone, exploring your chest. Your dress was cut low enough that he could kiss and suck every part that he wanted.
You weave your hands through his hair, lowering yourself on the fabric.
“Wait, wait. Pretty girl, I wanna go slow. I don’t want this to be a sleazy one night stand.” He pulls back.
“I mean it technically is,” You groan.
“It doesn’t have to be,“ He leans on his couch, shifting to kiss you, “I don’t want this to be my first and only time with you.”
Your heart palpitates, you’ve never had anyone truly want to be with you. He was lustful right now, but you could tell he meant it.
“If you don’t want that then I respect that but I just met you and I-”
You shut him up by kissing him, shifting your tongue to fill every crevice of his face. You pull him on top of you, squeezing him to your body so he can squish you. You want his weight on you, you want his body to be warm and free.
“If you fuck me tonight Joel… I may just have to follow you to New York tomorrow.” You moan.
“First class tickets bought immediately in the morning then.” He rasps.
You flip and immediately switch him to go under you so you’re free straddling his lap. He laughs, holding on to your hips and your dress folds up to your stomach, showing your red underwear.
You grab his hand, slipping his fingers into your mouth, he watches darkly.You moan around his hand, feeling the weight of it all in you, praising his body.
You soak his rings, saliva coating them and you slip them off with your teeth, letting them drop on his chest. His eyes switch everytime you move. You manage to keep eye contact with him until you start grinding on him. The moment you lose all sense of self-control and let spit fall out of the sides of your mouth, not caring if it slides down your face.
You can feel him growing against you, his dress pants becoming tighter as you move your hips. The last ring comes off and his fingers are bare, you wipe your mouth and move your dress higher so his hands can go under the fabric.
He breathes, “You’re beautiful, most beautiful human I’ve seen. Most beautiful woman I’ve met.”
Your heart swells, tears almost at hand. But it’s the first night, he can’t really mean it.
Sex haze fills your brain and you grab the bottom of your dress to pull it off of you, leaving you only in your underwear. You didn’t wear a bra due to the low back, and you couldn’t have cared less.
His jaw drops, and the cold air of his breath hits your nipples, willowing them into peaks. He brushes his fingers past them, gently grabbing them. He almost tickles them, but his touch. Only his touch has made you this hard, this warm.
“Joel, feels so good… so soft.”
“Melt with me baby, so soft and beautiful. I could have you for years.”
The more he talked, the more heaven made sense to you. Strings of music played in your head welcoming you to the land of being complete.
“Fuck me Joel, fuck me like we’ve known eachother for years, don’t hold back. Please.” You stammer.
“Are you sure?” He pushes your hair behind your ear, “We go on your terms, baby.”
“I’m sure.” You confirm, “I want nothing more than this Joel, I want you. I want more in life. You.”
You softly unbutton his shirt, revealing his body, revealing every scar, every hair, every stretch mark. You were going to cherish him like you’ve known him you’re entire life. You shove his shirt down his arms, he admires you with no words, only hums. He sits up.
“Here? Or bed? Or anywhere?”
“Take me to bed.” You plead.
He picks you up, hoisting you to his chest, grabbing your ass to keep you next to him. You get to capture the whole room with your head, and it's the most expensive and nice place you’ve been. He opens the door to the bedroom, the drapes open, the bed frame designed as with wispy pillars. Decor reminding your of Italia Bohemia, he’s really fucking rich. He goes to close the curtains.
“Don’t.” You whisper. “Fuck me here for the world to watch.”
He sets you down, continuously making eye contact with you. He drops to his knees letting you lean against the glass of the window, the stars behind you and the lights of Vegas getting the best view of your ass.
“First,” He kisses your leg, “I want to do something.”
You were scared, usually when you had sex you’d go straight into fucking, and you had enjoyed it. But this, this was different.
He parts your legs, using the backs of his hands to part your legs, you know the ring of your juices have soaked the fabric covering you. He brushes his fingers over your covered entrance, over your throbbing clit. You shudder at his boldness, at his bravery for touching you before you touched him.
“Feel’s good?”
You nod your head, at a loss for words.
“Can I take these off?”
You nod, his fingers pull at the sides of your underwear leaving you bare in front of him, your heart rate pounding, scared he won’t like what he has in front of him. This was always the scariest part. You hold your breath, if he left right now you wouldn’t even cry, it felt too good to be real. You had hair, it was a thing to shave but you decided to keep what you were given. You didn’t care about being bald since you never were fucked anyways. Who cared, because you didn’t? Men were never the object to attract, if they didn’t like what you had, then they don’t deserve what you can offer.
He drops your underwear, helping you step out of them and you can only see his eyes as he stares at your pussy, eyeline with your bottom half. He observes you, refreshens you.
“A real true, beautiful fuckin woman baby.” He slurs, “This fucking pussy is perfect… look at ya.” His hands wander your lower abdomen, following up to your boobs again. You picture his hair, the exact shade of brown to remember. Your favorite color, the ruffles on his scalp. He could’ve never guessed about your memory, but this would be with you forever.
“Can I taste?” He asks.
You nod again, he shoves his tongue into you, licking a long wide stripe on your pussy lips, lingering to gather your slick. He takes a second to soak it in.
“And that was all for me darlin? I’m a fucking lucky man.” He growls.
He shoves his tongue back inside you, moaning at the sensation of this. He’s eating you out and he’s okay with it? It feels so good you can’t control your arms, you grab onto his head, relishing in the newness of it all.
“Joel…what is this… why does it feel.. So… so fucking good?”
“Good.” He pops off from your cunt, “When it feels too good pull harder.”
He instantly shoves his face again in your cunt, lapping at your pussy. The more he sucks on you, inside and out, the more liquid keeps oozing outside of you. Your stomach almost giving out from the heat your body is radiating.
“So fucking wet, so sweet, sweetest thing alive. Crafted just f’me.” He mutters into you. “You’re just human to me, the most perfect one alive.”
You’re practically moaning uncontrollably, his words mixed with his devil tongue has the world crashing down on you, the world from below able to slightly see him tongue fucking you into oblivion.
“Can I touch you..” He pulls his hand to your nub, exactly where you would rub. Another place you’ve had to show a man, never knowing the exact pressure point that would make you scream. “Here?”
“God… how did you… already feels…feels like… fire.”
He kisses your mound, moving slightly above your stomach, “Because… I’m quite older than you…” He kisses, “And I’ve learned….” His index finger lays on your clit, then fastens his pace drawing circles.
Never in your life has a man done this to you, never have you had this light of intimacy. As he circles your clit, he places his tongue back at your entrance. Your pussy is practically coaxing his tongue to breach you.
“Fuck!” You scream, tightening your hold on his hair, you can feel sweat accumulating between your back and the window.
“Louder, be fucking lounder.” He gasps for air.
“Joel… keep going please…. Pleaspleaspleas…” You mewl. And he switches to sucking your clit and shoving his fingers inside you. It was a new sensation, your gasps sound animalistic, begging for air to relieve your lungs. His fingers are reaching depths you haven’t felt in years. Being stimulated in two areas made your stomach fluctuate.
“You like that pretty girl, soaking my fingers, dripping all down my arm… look at you.” He mutters.
You look down, and see him. The glow of the moonlight reflecting on his sweaty hairline, the smile spread across Joel's face, the slightest of dimples. He’s bent on the floor to make sure you cum first, your back arched.
You could feel yourself leaking out on him and it made you give out, not able to stand anymore but his weight keeps you up.
Your atomic brain couldn’t keep up, couldn’t take enough mental shots, but you knew this would be with your forever. He kept going faster, and finally a peak was hit, eventually getting higher and higher until the mountain itself avalanches into beautiful boulders.
“I’m fucking cumming… fuck. Joel your fucking fingers!” You scream.
“See those eyes, pretty girl, cummin all over me like such a good girl, keep going.”
Eventually you had to slide down the window, Joel not able to keep up your dead weight. No atom in your body is able to process what happened.
“Joel…” You huff, “If that was… fuck… then how will I handle your-”
“We go slow, and build up to the pace of your liking.” He answers.
“I told you,” You breathe against his chest, “I don’t want slow. I want to be fucked.”
He looks into your eyes, he cups your pussy. Rubbing off the remnants of your orgasm. Extremely fresh.
“Then get on the fucking bed. Go.” He growls.
You do as you’re told. Excited with his change of tone. You lay back on the fresh bed, the sheets made and you spread your legs for him. You can hear your leaking pussy make a sound and he smirks.
He unties his dress shoes, throwing them into an abyss, unbuttons his dress pants. Leaving him in his boxers. This was the moment.
He pulls his hands at the hem, and you choke on your breath.
He drops them, and fuck. At least 7 inches drops in weight. You could feel him the entire time, but fuck he was wide. He was hairy too. His whole body made you feel comfortable. His veins. His beading tip with pre-cum. His cock was your most prized possession at this moment. Your eyes already felt heavy, you knew his cock would reach a world inside you, that no one could explain.
“Like what you see, smart girl?”
“Do I like what I see?” You repeat.
“Yeah, I see those eyes. Remembering everything. Analyzing. Very, very smart girl. You don’t have to tell me now, but you’re something.”
“So you know?” You whisper. He comes closer to you, fitting himself between your legs.
“Knew once you won the game, I watched your eyes. Invents math. Too smart for your own good. That head of yours is gonna kill me darlin.” He grabs his dick, tapping it on your clit. You seethe through your teeth, then he slides his cock down to your lips. Teasing you, but not giving in just yet.
“You don't know anything about me Joel.” You tease.
“I know enough, pretty girl.” He grunts. He leaves you, a cold draft hitting your lips. He rumages for a condom in his wallet.
“Always this prepared?” You nod your head.
“Wouldn’t be smart to cum in this sweet pussy the first night now would it?”
“Maybe… maybe not.” You drag.
He chuckles, slipping the condom onto himself. He’s purely oozing pre-cum. You wish you could lick it all up, drink every last drop of him. Watching every move, he comes closer to you rubbing his ick at your entrance again and slipping himself inside you, hefting his big thumb to your clit, rubbing your nub into insanity.
“Gonna cum on my cock baby? Gonna get cock crazy? Get obsessed with my fillin you up? Fuckin tell me how it feels.”
He reaches the end of you and pulls out, stretching to the brink of space in your cunt. He was so big you thought he wouldn’t fit. Then he goes over and over again, hitting you at a different angle every time.
“Joel, you’re… so fuckin…. Feels so good.” You squeal. “Biggest cock I’ve ever felt.”
“Fuckkk baby girl, pussy so warm. Gonna kill me.” He groans. His weight on top of you felt heart shattering, he leaned down to kiss you, his mustache still wet from eating you out alive.
You cry, the pressure of his dick so new, your stomach completely full. “It’s fuckin your cock now.”
You mewl, your cock. Yours. “Faster Joel… fuck my pussy, ruin me.” You plead. The faster he goes, the better your pussy will bottom out. He rubs your clit faster, his hand feeling like the sentence of god.
“I saw you across the casino, and instantly knew.” He thrusts, placing his hands on your nipples. Pinching them harder, “Magnetized to you. Such a fuckin pretty girl, knowin how to win poker.”
“And when I won?” You groan, peering into his hooded eyes. You place your hands on top of his knuckles. “Did that turn you on?”
“When you won,” He slows, “I fell in love sweetheart.” He cusps your dropped jaw with a deep kiss and he quickens. Your legs wrap around his back and he fucks into again, and again.
You scream at his pace, unable to reprimand his cock dividing you into two. He hits a spot, a spongy spot inside you.
“Joel… fuckfucfuck I’m gonna cum Joel… it’s too much!” You scream.
Immediately he pulls out and unwraps your legs, flipping you over on all fours and pussy sprayed out for him clear as day. He fucks into you again, doggy style. He pushes his hand down on your back to make your stomach flat with the bed.
“Your pussy’s so pretty and open for me. My perfect girl. Whole life I’ve needed you.” He whimpers. You could feel his growing harder and harder inside of you, draining the life out of him.
You grab a hold of the sheets, your brain plummeting, “Just a Vegas pussy, just a… fuck.. A whore… for you Joel.” You cry.
“Not a Vegas whore y’hear?” He growls, “Could never be a fuckin whore… but this pussy will always be fuckin mine. Are we clear?”
You nod your head for him to know you understand, he grabs whatever his hands could hold, ass bouncing on his dick. His fingers slipped to your love handles, feeling your pussy lips sliding on and off him like a glove. His cock was fucking into you for an ecstasy you couldn’t fathom.
You never thought sex could feel this good with a man, but here you are… about to explode from Joel’s dick. You don’t care if he didn’t see you as a whore. You were beyond greatfil he saw you beyond that, but you would be his fucking Vegas whore a million times over.
“Gonna cum baby? Gonna cum if I play with your fuckin clit and fuck you?” He mewls.
He slithers his hand under you both, rubbing your clit, and that’s when it hits you. Not only the double stimulation, but being full and being played with killed your insides, you were tightening up and you couldn't tell how much longer you could last, for real this time. You were always oozing, and globs of liquid were flowing out of you.
“Joel… my stomach…I’m gonna pee.” You wail, but he doesn’t stop, he’s not scared to see what comes outside of you.
“C’mon pretty girl give it to me… show me how good I make you feel. Make it fuckin rain.” He slams harder.
“Mmhm Joel… I can’t… fuck..”
In almost a miracle you had time to pull off of him and let a stream fall from your cunt, exploding of water onto the bed and all over his stomach, he bent down to drink it. He collected it in his mouth, then spit it back at your pussy, continuing to lick you off. You were so tired, moaning like a tired athlete, screaming to get your breath back.
“If you do that again… you’ll kill me Joel.” You crouch on the bed like a cockroach. He moans in confirmation to your pussy, squirming from the aftershocks and his soft tongue… licking you to normalcy. Cleaning what’s his. He peers up your back to kiss you, laying on top, finding his way to your lips.
“Have you ever done that before?” He asks.
“No, I can’t describe it but it felt like I couldn’t control it. My stomach was imploding on itself. I’m sorry I got you wet” You whisper.
He kisses your neck, “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen, and I did that to you? I would watch you soak my cock over and over again if I could… takes a lot of power from what I can tell.” He says.
“I know,” You wriggle your ass, “I told you… I like it fuckin rough and fast, and here you are. Giving me exactly what I want.” You could feel his covered cock laying on your back, still hard.
“What about you, we didn’t-”
“Shhh baby girl.. Tonight wasn’t about me… this was your prize for winning.” He chuckles. “For that brain of your’s for being so smart.”
“Fuck Joel.” You shiver, “Don’t let it end.”
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9:46
You wake up, looking at the slide cock, you were still in his bed, he was getting dressed again. When he sees you’re awake he rushes to you, giving a kiss.
“When you fell asleep, I booked your ticket. Hope you’re still okay with that.”
Now you’re fully awake, reliving the whole night and realizing what you’ve committed to. Not only a commitment but something you’ve been searching for your entire life, a man that has made you feel more than what it’s like to be a woman in the 80’s. Last night, you were his equal. He cared after you, cared more about you feeling the interlinked connection of your orgasm than his. His words coaxing your orgasm first. He was the only man you needed.
“Do you have any clothes I could possibly wear for the flight?” You smile, looking into his honey abyss.
“I’ll call my assistant and have a closet ready for you when we get there.” He replies.
You scurry from the bedsheets, letting the duvet fall from your tits.
“Well Joel… then New York, here we come.” And he captured your lips, not only that but your heart and life in a sum of 12 hours.
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so i don’t know how to play poker, tried my best to watch video and figure out basic logistics of a game but like this royal flush would probably be one a mil to get, but it’s a one shot so like…… this is the longest thing i’ve written and i’m pretty fuckin proud of it. BE LOUD TELL ALL THOUGHTS!! love you all🎀🎀
barbenheimer weekend was amazing. i’ve seen them both 3 times in theatres. worth every damn penny.
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“He gets to touch you before me?”
Based on this bra I saw ^
A/N this is my first FA fiction I’ve written ever so constructive criticism is welcome also requests if you have any hit me up. :)
Warnings: smut MDNI cock teasing creampie unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) and sub!peter the use of a vibrator and a blowjob (m)
It was a Saturday night and as per usual Peter was out on patrol. You were at home cuddled into the couch with some dumb reality tv playing in the background.
It was common for this to be how you spent your days. Alone that is. Peter was caring and nurturing but being a hero to many was quite the job. You didn’t mind though because as long as you got him home at some point to cuddle and care for you it was worth it. (And how good his butt looks in latex)
It was around 11:30 and you were dozing off when you heard the door open, and Peter walking in. Of course the first thing he did was heat up whatever was on the stove, kiss you on your forehead and ask about your day. “How was your day bug?” “Fine thanks for asking, how was yours?” You always replied knowing he would always have the same answer. “Insane!!” It was cute how excited he always was to tell you about all of the things he did during the day. Today he was talking about an elderly lady. He walked over to you with his broccoli and chicken in hand expressing how cute and little she was.
After indulging in a little too much reality tv he wanted to tease you. He was laying on top of you and he stuck his hand underneath your shirt, hand snaking up your stomach and to your right boob. He was playing with your nipple and he could tell you were enjoying based on your shallow breaths
“I’ve missed you so much love.” “Aw I missed you too.” He unbuttoned your shirt to see a lovely bra with the infamous hero printed all over it “he gets to touch you before me?” “Jealous pretty boy?” He shook his head and you sunk down to the floor I front of him and slowly unbuckled his belt. When you pulled down the pants attached to the underwear his gorgeous cock sprung free, leaking pre cum from the light pink tip. “So gorgeous for me love.” You slowly started pumping his cock edging him on slowly. “Fu-fuck baby” and “just like that shit.” Coming out of his whiny little mouth
“Please fuck me.” “Not so fast pretty boy.” He was always so eager for you. But you wanted this to last as long as possible. You pumped his cock at a furious pace and licked the tip with tiny kitten licks. He was bucking his hips into your mouth at this point. “Fuck your so gorgeous.” “Taking me so well.” “Please I’m so close.” The words only made you want him to beg more. His cock was angry a bright red and he was so hard it was probably painful. You sprung your tits out of the bra for extra help bringing him pummeling to the finish line. “Fuckk if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” So just like that you stopped.
You stood up and walked to the bedroom. “Baby pleaseee where are you going??” “You’ll see!!” You yelled back with a smirk apparent on your lips. A few moments later you returned with a magic wand vibrator in hand. You heard Peter swear under his breath. Knowing what he was in for. You walked over pushing your panties down and off your legs. You straddled him on the couch hovering over his dick. “Fuck your such a tease.” You smiled knowing it fucking pissed him off when you teased.
Slowly you suck down on his cock squeezing and forcing out your name along with many cuss words. “Your so gorgeous you know that right” Peter looked up at you with lust covered eyes. You kissed him and turned on the vibrator. You pressed it to where you two met Peter felt it in his core knowing he was wasn’t going to last. “I’m so close please let me cum.” He fucked you at a furious pace hitting your cervix causing you to squeal all high pitched. “Im gonna fuck my cum right Into you and make you so full.” You squeezed him tight. “Are you close sweet girl?” “Yes, love” he fucked you harder pushing the vibrator hard to your clit. Causing extreme waves of pleasure to go through you.
“Im cumming!!” You squeezed around him a final time creaming all over his cock watching it pool around his shaft as he pumped in and out of you. “Shit me too f-fuck.” Shooting white stings of his load straight to your womb. “Fuck i really should wear Spider-Man undergarments more often as you winked at him pulling his soft dick out of you as you both hissed at the feeling of contact. Peter got a washcloth and cleaned you up. You thought the night was over when all of a sudden.. “hey babe” “yeah Pete?” “I wanna try something.” You just giggled and replied with yeah I’m down. He grabbed the vibrator and pressed it to your clit, you weren’t expecting the sensitivity you had from your post orgasm haze. It felt like pure bliss. He started pumping two fingers into you and hitting your g spot. “Fuck Peter” “making me feel so good” you were close to coming. Like so close and it was coming at a rapid pace all of sudden you view went white from pleasure overwhelmed feeling everything release. You squirted on Peter. Like all over him. “Holy. Shit.” His grey short sleeve was soaked in your juices he cooed you coming down with “that’s my girl.” “Taste so good sweet girl.” He said while licking up and down your slits cleaning up your past orgasms. “Fuck that was intense. Where did you see that?” “ I might’ve googled some things he winked at you.” “And I wanted spidey over there he pointed to the discarded bra on the floor, to know who exactly you belonged to. “You always you Peter.”
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Songbird || TWENTY-TWO
Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2.6k
Part Summary: The beginning of the infamous Chicago show and Y/N and Eddie go through a rough patch.
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TRACK TWENTY-TWO;
THE THINGS YOU LOVE YOU LOSE
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On October 4th, 1977
Daisy Jones & The Six performed
To a sold out crowd at Soldier Field
In Chicago, Illinois.
…
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” The announcer says, “Daisy Jones and The Six!”
Cheers erupted around the arena as the band made their way onto the stage. Each member of the band’s behaviour was different to normal. Y/N picked up her guitar as Eddie looked at her from across the stage, silently begging her to look at him but she didn’t spare him a single glance.
…
It would be their final performance.
…
The band started with ‘Regret Me’ and Y/N didn’t even fake her emotions. Typically she would move around in her small area on the stage, really get into the music, but she remained still, unmoving. She played on autopilot, she didn’t want to be on the stage at all.
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GRAHAM DUNNE: If you had told me that morning that it would be our last show… I mean, I would’ve laughed.
…
From across the stage, Eddie’s gaze was fixated on Y/N, his left eye surrounded by bruising. He desperately needed Y/N to look at him. For once, Eddie wasn’t focused on performing, he didn’t care about that, he didn’t care about the band or Billy. The only thing he cared about was Y/N.
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EDDIE ROUNDTREE: [looks down with regret]
WARREN ROJAS: I was just having such a good time, man. I-I didn’t want to see it.
KAREN SIRKO: [tears up]
Y/N L/N: I wanted to walk away from everything.
…
The band finished the song and Y/N remained still, she didn’t take in the applause, she didn’t even look at the audience. All she did was stand and stare at the ground in front of her.
Eddie’s gaze fixated on Y/N once again. As she finally looked up, there was no emotion on her face, there was nothing, it was like she was a shell of the person she was.
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BILLY DUNNE: There’s still a lot you don’t know.
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11:54am
10 Hours Earlier
“I saw your fucking grandma, dude, she was having a great time, all right?” Warren exclaimed.
Eddie took his and Y/N’s room key and Warren took his as the three walked off. Y/N and Warren had continuously heard Eddie complain about what Billy did at the show at Pittsburgh. Knowing how he felt, Y/N could sympathise with him, although it was all he talked about and it was beginning to get on Y/N's nerves, it was as if he forgot she went through the exact same things months ago.
The three walked to their rooms in silence, Warren immediately went into his, leaving Eddie and Y/N alone. With Warren gone, Y/N thought that Eddie would talk but he didn’t, he just opened the room and walked in with Y/N following. Sighing, Y/N sat on the bed. She was slowly regretting her plan to leave the band at the end of the week, she wanted to leave now.
Eddie sat on the sofa in the room as he stared forward, “I still can’t believe he pulled that shit.” He muttered.
Y/N sat up from the bed, “What?”
“That shit that Billy pulled-”
“Right, I’m going to stop you there,” Y/N interrupted, “You need to stop.”
“What?” Eddie questioned.
“All this with Billy,” Y/N says, “Look, I know what he did to you was shitty. I get you don’t like Billy, neither do I. He took your one moment at your hometown show, I get that you are upset about it but you keep replying it in your mind, it’s not going to change anything Eddie.”
“You don’t get it, Y/N.” Eddie remarked.
“I don’t get it?” Y/N questioned, “Eddie I went though the same fucking thing, even though I reminded you of that last night, you still seem to keep fucking forgetting.”
“Y/N-”
“No, Eddie, let me talk,” Y/N says, “He did a shitty thing but talking shit and thinking about it isn’t going to change anything. You have plenty of other opportunities to perform on a huge stage in your hometown for your family,” Y/N paused, taking a breath, “I don’t have that opportunity, Eddie. My mother is dead and I know now that she was proud of me. But I will never get that opportunity to see that, you do,” Y/N sighed, “So please stop sitting there and acting like it’s the end of the world for you because it isn’t.”
Slowly Eddie stands from the sofa and walks over to Y/N and pulls her into a hug, “I’m sorry, Y/N,” He whispered into her hair.
Y/N hugged back but she didn’t melt into the hug like she usually did. They stood there for a while, Eddie holding onto her tight but Y/N wanting to slip away.
***
Present time
On Stage
“How you feeling, Chicago?” Billy says into the microphone, “I’d tell you how I was feeling, but I always end up saying the wrong thing. This is ‘No Words’.”
Y/N wasn’t needed for this song so she watched from the side of the stage. Her arms were folded across her chest. Rod stood next to her, nodding his head slowly along to the music.
“I’m leaving the band.” Y/N says.
Rod’s head snapped in her direction, “What?”
“I’m leaving the band.” Y/N repeated, “At the end of the week.”
Rod chuckled, “You’re pulling my leg.”
Y/N shook her head, “I’m not. Billy can easily play my part. I’m done with the band Rod.”
Before Rod could respond, Y/N walked out onto the stage, taking a seat next to Karen. While watching the performance, Y/N had seen her mood gradually decline the longer she played. She continuously made glances to Graham and Y/N could tell that Karen told Graham what had happened.
Pressing a kiss to Karen’s cheek, Y/N rested her head on her shoulder as Karen continued to play.
“I love you.” Y/N says as Daisy sits on the other side of Karen.
As the song ends, Karen wraps both Y/N and Daisy in a hug as the crowd cheers. None of the trio cared as they blocked it out, both Y/N and Daisy focused on making Karen feel a little better.
***
1:48pm
8 Hours Earlier
Y/N and Eddie lay in the bed, her head resting on his chest as he strokes her hair. Y/N’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the feeling. The two remained silent, neither of them having much to say. However, they both had a lot to say.
Everything that had happened over the past day had made Y/N want to leave the band as soon as possible. She didn’t even want to do the show in the evening, she even thought of an intricate lie to get out of doing it and getting on a plane to god knows where.
Eddie’s hand stilled in Y/N’s hair and she looked up at him, “Why did you stop?”
“I need to tell him.” Eddie says.
“What?”
“Tell Billy that I’m leaving the band.” Eddie says, manoeuvring out from under Y/N.
Y/N sighed, “Is that really necessary, you don’t plan to leave for months.”
“I need to do this, Y/N,” Eddie says, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, “Then I’ll promise I’ll shut up about it.”
Y/N only nodded and watched Eddie leave the room.
Staring up at the ceiling, Y/N sighed before looking at her bag across the room. She slid off the bed and walked over to it. It was filled with her everyday clothes and a couple of other things but there was one important thing at the top. A plane ticket for that night.
Y/N looked at it before putting it back in the envelope. She bought it without the intention to use it, it was completely on impulse. But the more she looked at it, the more tempting it got. Sliding the ticket back into the envelope, Y/N sighed.
The door of the room opened and Y/N diverted her attention. Eddie walks in with a black eye forming.
Rushing over to him, Y/N gently grabbed his face and tilted it towards her, “What happened?”
“What does it look like happened?” Eddie snapped before sighing, “I’m sorry, I just…”
“Eddie, it’s okay.” Y/N says, “Now tell me what happened?”
“He fucking punched me in the face!” Eddie exclaimed.
“All because you said you didn’t want to be in the band?” Y/N questioned.
Eddie opened his mouth to answer but no words came out which caused Y/N to sigh, “What did you say to him, Eddie?”
“I-” Eddie says and he begins avoiding eye contact, “I didn’t say anything to him.”
Y/N scoffs, “You clearly did, if you didn’t say anything to provoke him, why the fuck would be punch you in the face?”
“Y/N I-”
“What did you say, Eddie?” Y/N questioned, lowering her voice.
Sighing Eddie answered, “He told me about not being able to deliver and that I like being slighted, and…”
“And what, Eddie?” Y/N questioned, folding her arms across her chest.
“I said that I was able to deliver,” Eddie paused, “With Camila.”
“Excuse me?” Y/N exclaimed.
Eddie sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that, I meant-”
“So you fucking spoke about Camila to get a one up on Billy, that’s what you fucking did?” Y/N asks, growing angry.
“Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that-”
“Then tell me what you fucking meant Eddie and it better be a good excuse or God help you.” Y/N says.
Eddie stuttered over his words, unable to get any out.
Y/N shook her head, “Am I not enough for you Eddie, that you have to think about that night with Camila?”
“Y/N, no-”
“All those times when you said you loved me, was that just all bullshit and lies?” Y/N says.
“I swear to you, Y/N that I didn’t mean to say that,” Eddie says frantically, “It was the only thing I could think of to prove a point to Billy.”
“This is all you care about isn’t it?” Y/N says, “Getting one up on Billy? Well that’s childish Eddie, you are twenty-seven years old, start fucking acting like it.”
Eddie tried to reach out to Y/N but she harshly pushed him away, “Don’t fucking touch me, Eddie.”
“Y/N, please let me explain.”
“You’ve done your explaining,” She says, “You’ve proven your point that the only thing that matters to you is getting a one up on Billy and you don’t even care about my feelings at all. The fact that you even thought about that night with Camila says a lot.”
Y/N stepped away from Eddie and began walking towards the door.
“Where are you going, Y/N?” Eddie asked, his voice cracking.
“Away from you.” Y/N says and leaves without another word.
As soon as the door shuts, Eddie lets the tears flow, yelling out.
Y/N heard this on the other side of the door as the tears finally slipped down her cheeks. She turned to face the door before walking away completely.
***
3:28pm
6 Hours Earlier
Y/N finished off her third drink and let out a long sigh. Her first instinct when she felt this was would be to turn to Eddie and he would make her feel better, but since the cause of the problem was Eddie, Y/N didn’t know who to turn to. Knowing that everyone was going through problems of their own, Y/N didn’t want to bother anyone.
There was one person Y/N thought of that she could call and it was someone she hadn’t spoken to in years. Finding a payphone quick, Y/N dialled the number she looked up months ago.
The phone rang and rang and rang but finally there was an answer.
“Hello?” The voice on the other end spoke.
Y/N smiled at the voice, “Miss Reyne?”
There was a pause at the other end, “Y/N L/N?”
“Yeah,” Y/N says, smiling, “It’s me.”
“Remember, I told you to call me Alice.”
Y/N chuckled, “I know, it just feels wrong.”
“Now, I’m not saying that this isn’t a nice surprise, you calling, but may I ask why?” Alice asks.
Y/N paused, “I had no one else to call.”
“Are you okay, Y/N?”
That was the moment when Y/N let everything out. Everything she had been feeling, all her thoughts about leaving, all about her mother and the letter, everything about Eddie. All of it came crashing out like a waterfall.
As Y/N spoke, Alice didn’t interrupt her once, only giving her occasional hums to say to her that she was still listening. Y/N finally felt relief to get everything off her chest.
“Now would you like to tell you what I think?” Alice asked.
“Please…”
“Leave,” Alice says, “Y/N ever since you were a child you would be so excited to perform for everyone but now that you are doing it, it’s doing you more harm than good. The best thing you can do for yourself is to leave.”
“But I don't want to let anyone down.” Y/N says.
“You planned to leave at the end of the week anyway,” Alice says, “What’s the difference in leaving a few days earlier?”
Y/N sighs, “Nothing, they’re just my friends and I don’t want to ruin that.”
“From what you described to me about them, they understand.” Alice says, “And another thing I need to tell you is to do this for yourself, not for anyone else. You’ve been through a lot and you need a chance to find yourself again.”
“But I feel like myself with Eddie.” Y/N says.
“Are you saying that because you mean it or are you trying to convince yourself of it?” Alice questions.
Y/N was quiet as she took in the question.
“There’s your answer, Y/N.” Alice says.
“Well I did at first, but lately-”
“You’ve been feeling different,” Alice says, “Y/N, this doesn’t mean that you’re not in love with him because from what you’ve told me, you are. But you need some time for yourself, figure out who you are.”
Y/N sighs, “I hate that you are right.”
“You always did,” Alice says, “Now I need to get going, but remember, you can call me anytime, okay?”
Y/N nodded, even though she couldn’t see, “Thank you, for listening.”
“I told you I’m here anytime.” Alice says before hanging up.
Y/N continued to hold the phone to her ear for a moment longer. The longer she stayed in the phone booth, the longer she could delay the inevitable. Placing the phone down, Y/N stepped out of the phone booth and walked up to the bar, she ordered a shot taking it with ease, before she walked out of the bar.
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ohhhhh “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.” with jealous eddie would be so good
thank you for requesting my love! gn!reader & 754 words. fluffy with a lil tension!
Eddie always did his best campaign writing when you were around. He can't explain it... Something about your presence boosted his creativity. That’s how you often got roped into sitting at the infamous D&D table while Eddie furiously scribbles down ideas, crossing some out almost instantly, and talking himself through the scenarios.
You grab a hold of his hand, pulling his wrist towards your face so you can check his watch. “Shit, I gotta go.” Eddie is offended. Snapping his arm back towards his body and holding it protectively against his chest. “Already? Woah, woah, woah... You can’t just gimme another hour? We’re onto some really great shit right now and I don’t wanna lose this energy.”
In all honesty you didn’t have any pressing plans. You’d been putting off cleaning and doing laundry and made a promise to yourself that you’d get it all done tonight. Your self imposed curfew passed a half an hour ago and you knew you’d be here all night if you weren’t careful.
But where’s the fun in that?
So, as you’re collecting your things, you decide to play a game. “I’ve got a date, Eddie. Won’t look good if I’m late, will it?” Giggling to yourself while Eddie goes stiff in his chair. Eyes squinting almost as if he can smell the bullshit. “No fuckin’ way. With who? You woulda told me by now.” Your laughter’s cut off by an offended scoff. What, he thinks you couldn’t get a date? Now you’re committed.
“Maybe I’m trying to keep it a secret - Ever thought of that? Big, bad Eddie Munson has a history of scaring people away from dating me.” He’s always unimpressed with whoever you show interest in. No one’s ever quite good enough it seems. “Yeah, well maybe I’m doing you a favorite by scaring them away. Ever thought about it that way, Sweetheart?” Words laced with some emotion you couldn’t quite place.
If you weren’t careful this joke was on the fast pace to becoming an actual fight. Maybe you were a little stubborn for your own good. “Guess we’ll see what happens, huh?” Great, now you’ve gotta create some backstory for this fake date tonight. Eddie’s staying silent while you throw your book bag on your shoulders.
You extend an arm out to filp him off as a joke, making it all the way until you’re standing behind his back when suddenly there’s a firm grip on your wrist that’s keeping you from leaving. Silent, thick tension in the air as you’re now frozen in place.
It’s Eddie that speaks first. “Don’t go on that date.”
Oh.
You’re biting down on your lip, not trying to pull yourself from his grasp. “Why?” He’s not missing a beat, “You know why.”
You’re taking a step back now to face him. Eddie’s eyes on trained on the papers littering the table, refusing to meet your glance but keeping the tight grip on your arm. The two of you had danced around this for awhile now. Late nights spent at each other’s houses, inside jokes that could send the both of you into tears, always looking for each other in a crowded room. Emotions always bubbling beneath the surface but both of you too worried to mess up your friendship.
All of that quickly going out the window.
“Say it.” Which makes Eddie inhale sharply, finally looking up at you. “Because I wanna be the only one you go out with. Okay? And if that feeling is mutual? Cancel your plans with whatever loser thinks they’re good enough for you, give me a second to pack my shit, and I’ll take you on any date you want. Just-... Give me a chance, yeah?” Your heart’s giving a tug of emotion you can’t quite place as you break out into a wide grin. Pulling his hand towards you once again except this time you’re pressing a kiss against one of his rings.
“Can I tell you something?” Eddie’s nervous for your reply, taking a second before giving you a tentative nod and stealing his spine for whatever comes next. “I had a hot date with my bed, Munson. Not exactly steep competition. But even if it were? I’d pick you.”
He’s playfully shoving you away, bright laughter filling the room as he starts picking up the table. “You’re a real ass, you know that?” Which leads you to flip him off as you make your way towards the door. “Your ass now. Better get used to it.”
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The Third Musketeer
Chapter 6
A/N sorry this has taken me so long, I’m going to try and get another chapter out before the end of the month because teen wolf is being removed from netflix and I don’t know how long it could take me to get access to the show again. Sorry guys this is entirely out of my control
Stiles is upset with Scott. I can’t say I blame him, I’m upset too. Neither of us are talking to him.
Or at least I thought we weren’t. After our first class they seemed to be okay again. Well I’m still mad. Stiles spots me while they’re talking and comes over to me, leaving Scott. “Did you know he went to Derek for help?” He asks.
“What?! No! Jesus.” I sigh. He nods in agreement.
“Look I know you don’t think he’s all that bad because… you know, but do you think it’s a good idea?” He asks.
“Probably not. Derek’s… different to how he used to be. I mean who wouldn’t be after that but, he seems less kind. It’s, a little intimidating to be honest.” Stiles nods, thinking.
“I’ve decided I need to teach Scott how to control it myself, could you help?” I chuckle.
“Of course I’ll help. But right now, I need to go eat with Lydia and Allison. You want to come with?” He shakes his head, still in thought. I smile, he’s cute like this. “See you later then.” I reach up on the tips of my toes and kiss his cheek quickly, before running towards the cafeteria.
“The what of who?” Lydia asks Allison while I sit down with them.
“The beast of Gevaudan.” Allison says, though I’m not sure what’s happening. “Listen. A quadruped wolf-like monster prowling the Auvergne and South Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La bete killed over 100 people, becoming so infamous that King Louis XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it.”
“Boring.” Lydia interrupts, making me laugh.
“Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan.”
“Hmmm, still boring.”
“Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of a hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid.”
“Slipping into a coma bored.”
“While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shapeshift into a man-eating monster.”
“Any of this have anything to do with your family?”
“This,” Allison continues, “It is believed that La Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter, who claimed his wife and 4 children, were the first to fall prey to the creature. His name was Argent.”
Shit. That was a werewolf wasn’t it? Is her family telling her about this? Does this mean they’re going to involve her soon?
In all my overthinking I miss part of the conversation so I’m not quite sure why Lydia walks off, but she seem to be doing better.
Allison reads her book some more while I eat, I see Stiles and Scott on the table over talking about something. It’s not long before I see Stiles get up, seemingly a little mad at Scott. So I quickly say goodbye to Allison before running after Stiles. Butttt Allison follows me, trying to chase down Scott while I follow Stiles.
The three of us head out to the lacrosse field during our free period. “Okay.” Stiles starts, setting his bag down and sitting on the bench, I sit next to him. “Now, put this on.” He says, handing Scott a heart monitor band.
“Isn’t this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?” He asks.
“Yeah, I borrowed it.” I chuckle a little, it’s not technically borrowing it if you didn’t ask.
“Stole it.” Scott responds.
“Temporarily misappropriated.” Stiles says, seemingly already tired of Scott.
“Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you’re gonna wear it for the rest of the day.”
“Isn’t that coach’s phone?” Scott asks.
“That I stole.” I actually laugh at that. “Your heart rate goes up when you go wolf right? When you’re playing lacrosse, when you’re with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate.” I love it when he talks smart like this.
“Like the incredible hulk!” And then there’s Scott, I roll my eyes.
“Kind of like the incredible hulk yes.”
“No I’m like the incredible hulk.”
“Just shut up and put the strap on.”
I love Stiles’ plan. Stiles is going to try and get Scott mad and Scott has to not react. Stiles starts by duct taping Scott’s wrists together, then gets his bag and lacrosse stick and steps away. I stay on the bench and watch.
Then, Stiles picks up a ball with the stick and throws it at Scott, making him curl over a little. He repeats this a few times, hitting Scott almost every time. “You know what? I think my aim is actually improving.” He looks over at me and winks jokingly.
“Yeah I wonder why!” Scott says, clearly get angry, but Stiles quickly continues hid assault. I can’t help but grin as I watch.
Suddenly though Scott starts groaning and kneeling down, and the monitor starts beeping rapidly. “Shit.” I say, running over. Scott pulls apart the duct tape in his frustration and I stay slightly away. The heart rate monitors beeping slows down as does Scott’s heavy breathing. Stiles starts to get in closer and talks to him gently.
“Scott? You started to change.” I come in closer and kneel on the ground next to him.
“From anger.” Scott starts. “But it was more than that.” He looks at both of us. “The angrier I got, the stronger I felt.”
“So it is anger then, Derek was right.”
“I can’t be around Allison.”
“Just because she makes you happy?” Stiles asks.
“No, because she makes me weak.”
I sigh, he’s made a decision, there’s nothing I can do to change that. But, I can see that that’s pretty crappy. “Okay.” I whisper, making them look at me. “Jesus, Scott. Come here.” Scott seems hesitant but inches closer to me.
I run my fingers through his hair, which I know helps him relax. He quickly does relax and lies his head on my lap, closing his eyes. He needs peace for a little bit. Poor guy’s had a tough start to this year.
I look up at Stiles and he seems shocked to say the least. I shrug a little and smile, looking down at Scott. I think it’s safe to say he’s fallen asleep. “I didn’t realise you guys…” Stiles starts but trails off. I shrug again.
“He hasn’t needed me for a while. But he’s been quite stressed.” I chuckle slightly. Stiles still looks confused. “When we were younger, whenever he got upset by anything he used to come to me. We were close, in a way. Guess I got used to being depended on. Then, high school happened and he stopped wanting me near him. Guess it’s the puberty.”
“That’s so wrong.” Stiles mutters. I look at him, the confused one now. He sighs and takes one of my hands, and looks down at Scott to see if he’s still sleeping. “Have you ever been able to depend on him?” He asks. I look away and shrug again. Stiles has always had an opinion about how Scott treats me. “So, what? He gets to depend on you whenever he needs it, but you have to hide in your room alone when you need help?”
“Stiles.” I squeeze his hand. “It’s just the way things are.”
“He’s your big brother! He’s supposed to protect you! Instead, he’s the one causing you to be upset half the time.” I bring my hand up to his cheek.
“You’re so sweet. And I love how protective you are, but I’m okay, this is just how he deals with things. He’ll grow up one day.” I give him a look that I hope tells him that I want to leave this discussion here. He nods and leans his head against my shoulder, grabbing my hand again and holding tight.
Next we have coach’s class. Stiles tries to sit behind Scott so Allison can’t but she makes it there first. Scott seems annoyed but I’m pretty happy because it means Stiles is sitting behind me.
I feel sorry for Allison immediately. Scott tried to avoid her but she clearly wants to talk to him. Luckily coach starts before it gets too painful to watch. Coach asks to start by going through last nights reading. Unfortunately, coach calls on Scott, and I’m almost 100% sure that he hasn’t done it.
Coach quickly starts teasing him as it’s obvious Scott hasn’t done it. It doesn’t take long for Scott’s heartbeat to increase. I sit as close to Stiles’ desk as possible and he leans forward over my shoulder and shows me the phone. It’s quickly increases as Coach’s attack on Scott gets more and more humiliating.
All I want to do is help him, but I think that would just make it worse. Suddenly, just as Coach threatens Scott with suicide runs, his heart beat slows down. Fast. Me and Stiles look at each other confused before we look over at Scott to try and figure out what’s happening.
Then we see it. Allison and Scott holding hands. It makes me smile a little. “He’s such an idiot.” I whisper to Stiles, chuckling.
“So are we.” Stiles responds, and I look at him to see him smiling sadly at the sight. I quickly kiss his cheek before telling him to sit back, which he does.
As soon as we walk out of class me and Stiles are ready to make sure Scott understands what just happened. “It’s her.” Stiles starts. “It’s Allison. Remember what you told me the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her. Remember the night of the lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field.”
“Yeah I did!” Scott responds.
“Right so that’s what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn’t kill her. At least not how you were trying to kill us. She brings you back is what I’m saying.”
“No no no! It’s not always true. Because literally every time I’m kissing her or touching her-“
“No, that’s not the same. Because when you’re doing that you’re another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?” Scott starts smiling, and Stiles looks disappointed. “You’re thinking about sex right now aren’t you?” Scott glances at me and nods apologising. I wave it off, not important right now. “Look, back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different okay? I don’t think she makes you weak, I think actually gives you control. She’s kind of like an anchor.”
“Because I love her.” Scott responds, way too casually.
“Exactly, that’s what it’s like when you love somebody.” Stiles doesn’t seem to care that he said it either. Me? I’m excited.
“Wait Scott did you just say…?”
“Did I just say that?”
“Yes, you just said that.” Stiles responds, seeming bored. Scott chuckles.
“I love her.”
“That’s great! Now moving on-“
“No no no, really, I think I’m totally in love with her.”
“And that’s beautiful, but before you run off and write a sonnet can we figure this out please?” I can’t stop myself from grinning. “Because you obviously can’t be around her all the time.”
“Yeah, sorry. So what do I do?”
“I don’t know, yet.” Stiles sighs and then turns to me. “You got any ideas or are you just gonna keep grinning like that.”
“I don’t think I can stop now, I’m stuck like this.” I say giggling, making Stiles roll his eyes playfully. Then he suddenly puts his idea face on. “Oh no you’re getting an idea aren’t you?”
“Yeah!” He responds
“Is this idea going to get me in trouble?” Scott asks.
“Maybe.”
“Is this idea going to cause me physical pain?”
“Yeah definitely, come on.” Stiles says and leads us out of the school building.
He takes us to the car park and stops us near a random car. “What are we doing?” Scott asks and Stiles tells him to stay still, tells me to stand back, and makes Scott stand with his car key pointed up.
“Now, whatever happens, try to think about Allison, okay?” Stiles says before walking over to the car, scratching the paint job with his keys, and then he runs over next to me and starts shouting out. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing to that truck bro?” In Scott’s direction.
This gets the attention of who I assume is the owner of the car. The car owner and his friends walk over to Scott and swing a punch at him, Scott tries to fight back but he quickly gets over powered and they start beating him up.
I hear Stiles wince and I quickly look away from the fight, watching the heart monitor rise.
Eventually a teacher comes over and breaks up the fight, giving Scott a relief. But by the time he’s come, Scott’s heart rate has already gone down. Thank god.
Later, Scott calls me and Stiles to tell us that we need to get to the school. He explains that he got to work and found Derek having tied his boss up and interrogating him about the alpha. We meet Derek and Scott’s boss (though he’s unconscious in Derek’s car) at the school.
Scott tells us that he’s somehow going to see if he really is linked with the alpha, I’m not entirely sure of the plan, I don’t think it’s smart, but I don’t think I should say that in front of Derek.
We walk into the school to the reception. Stiles starts asking more questions about Scott’s plan (specifically the flaws in it) and Scott doesn’t seem to have anything beyond what we’re about to do.
We give him the microphone that will allow him to speak into the speakers around the school. A howl is meant to signal a wolfs position to the rest of the pack, we’ve just got to hope that this doesn’t make him a part of the pack.
When Scott tries to howl, he let’s out a shrill, pathetic noise that makes me cringe, Stiles looks disappointed. Scott starts getting frustrated and unsure of himself so Stiles walks around to him, starts rubbing his shoulders and tries to encourage him.
This time when Scott tries, he lets out a loud, deep howl that has the whole school shaking. I have to admit I’m impressed.
When we walk back out to the cars and Derek, he does not seem happy. “I’m gonna kill both of you.” He says pointing at Stiles and Scott. Always lovely to be ignored. “What are you trying to do attract the entire state to the school?”
“Sorry, I didn’t know it would be that loud.” Scott replies somehow both sheepishly and cocky all at once.
“Yeah! It was loud.” Stiles starts, clearly proud. “And it was awesome!”
“Shut up.” Derek says to him. I want to say something but honestly? Derek intimidated me.
“Don’t be such a sour wolf!” Stiles replies, clearly not bothered.
“What’d you do with him?” Scott questions, indicating to the car.
“What?” Derek turns to look in the car and we realise that Scott’s boss is no longer there. “I didn’t do anything!”
Suddenly, Derek jolts forward and a thick dark liquid (presumably blood) starts coming out of his mouth. He gets lifted into the air and we see the alpha. Oh my god. Stiles and Scott start flailing around in fear, but I freeze.
I feel them leave my side, running off but I can’t stop staring at Derek. I feel someone tugging on my shoulders and I’m brought back to reality. Stiles. “Y/n come on! We need to go!” He keeps pulling on my shoulders and I turn around. He grabs my hand at starts running.
We run straight into school, shutting the door and holding it shut, leaning down and hoping the alpha can’t see us through the windows.
What do we do now?
#teen wolf rewrite#teen wolf fic#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#stiles fanfiction#stiles stilinksi x reader
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you catch up with eddie munson at a hawkins diner. [wc; 1.2k]
pairing; eddie munson x gn!eader
content; 90’s kinda sorta (never explicitly mentioned) swearing, smoking, kinda friends to (almost) lovers, fluff
a/n; i honestly have no idea what this is but i wanted to write :) written on my phone so mistakes will be fixed later, i also don’t know how radios play music in the 90’s whoops hope u enjoy nonetheless
“no fucking way, do my eyes deceive me?” a familar booming voice calls.
you turn, expecting to see a jock you went to school with, looking to torture you again. instead, the infamous metalhead of hawkins high.
“do my eyes deceive me?” you laugh, walking closer. “thought you would’ve wanted to get outta this shithole?”
you’d walked into a diner, different and the same at the same time. it was the only place that was open in hawkins at nine pm. you were just looking for a place to get some coffee and get back on the road, not looking for anyone in particular.
eddie leans back in the booth, his hands linking behind his head. “s’what i’m working towards. thought you’d be in some prestigious college, what happened?”
you allow yourself to sit down in front of him, his face softening. you looked so good in the neon lights.
“dunno, didn’t really get accepted into any good ones. i wouldn’t survive college anyway.” you shrug.
“maybe you didn’t apply to the right ones.” eddie suggests, sipping a mysterious liquid. concealed mainly by the coffee mug, you could only see that it was definitely not coffee or tea. did diners have alcohol?
“maybe.” you agree, calling over the waitress to ask for coffee.
eddie notices the way your eyes droop like you’re going to pass out any moment. “i can get you something a little stronger, mo always hooks me up.” he holds up his mug, confirming the mystery.
you shake your head, waving him off. “can’t drink, driving.”
“you on a trip or something?”
you shrug. “sorta, just got back from chicago.”
“the fucks in chicago?”
you laugh loudly, then cover your mouth like anyone else was in the diner. “that’s what i was trying to figure out. turns out, nothing that interests me.”
eddie smiles. “got it - avoid chicago.”
you shake your head, sipping your scalding hot coffee, wincing at your burnt tongue. “i can picture you there, though. you and your band.”
“you remember my band?”
you scoff playfully. “‘course i do! i was corroded coffin’s like, number one fan!”
eddie’s eyes light up, and his face softens even more. he never knew you were there, never knew you liked metal, never knew you liked his music. “you were?” his voice is quiet, like he’s not supposed to be asking.
“for sure! i really like the metallica covers.”
“those were my favorite too.” he smiles at you, the way the neon lights make your eyes look unreal and how they highlight your cheekbones is stunning. eddie munson was stunned. you stunned eddie munson.
“so,” you clear your throat. “why’re you still here? it’s been fucking forever.”
he shrugs. “i think wayne’ll get lonely if i leave, plus i’ve got a gang of young teens on my tail, always gotta keep them in check.”
you nod as you know about the kids, hellfire. “how’s wayne?”
“he’s good. your folks?”
you snort and shrug. “wouldn’t know, haven’t spoken to them after i left.”
eddie stands up, looking to see if you follow him. you do. he pays as he continues the conversation.
“why’d you leave?”
the air outside is cold, whipping at your hair and biting your cheeks. “i think if i stayed in hawkins any longer my brain would explode. or, y’know, i’d get cursed or something.”
“hawkin’s is cursed.” eddie agrees, pulling out a cigarette. he holds it to you after he takes a drag.
you gladly take it from him. “shit.” you sigh.
“uh, you said you were driving more for a trip, what’s that about?”
you light up, because finally you get to talk about your plans. “i,” you hold a hand to your heart, closing your eyes. “am going to be the best radio host this world’s ever seen.”
“no shit?”
you nod. “gonna go back to chicago, catch up with a friend, then go to california alone. route 66.”
eddie thinks for a second, trying to figure out how long that would take, chicago to california. he gives up. “scenic route, huh?”
“yeah, gonna see if any state calls to me. like, i might really enjoy fucking, i don’t know, new mexico!”
“what’s in new mexico?”
you think for a second, then sigh. “i don’t know. aliens and tumbleweeds i think.”
“georgia o’keefe, that artist. you like art, no?”
you nod. you had decided to look for her work while in new mexico, a new piece for a future collection. “i do. i like georgia o’keefe.”
you fall into silence, the sound of eddie coughing every once in a while.
“i better go, it’s real late.” you feel bad, leaving him. eddie’s not like he was in high school, he’s calmer, but he’s still got that edge. you like him.
“right. safe travels.” he smiles, putting out his hand.
you take it, giving it a sturdy shake. “i promise i won’t die in the desolate new mexican desert.”
“or the arizona desert!” eddie calls as you walk back to your car.
you laugh loudly and wave behind you. the inside of your car isn’t much better than the outside, the seat freezing on your legs. huffing as the heater was heating yet, you let the car idle.
it’s perfect, cause eddie can catch up.
he taps on your window, indicating for it to be rolled down. you roll it down. “wanna give you something, wait here.” he runs to his van, digging through something in the passenger that you can’t see.
once he reappears, his hair is messy and he’s got a pen in one hand, a cassette in the other.
he leans on the hood of your car, glancing at you every so often as he scribbles down whatever on the slip of paper. when he finishes, he stuffs it back in the case and hands it to you.
“for the radio. if you want, i mean it’s fine if you don’t want to-“
“yeah, i’ll do that. i’ll play it at every goddamn radio station i work at. i promise you, eddie munson.”
he laughs, but it’s sad - the thought of you leaving and being in another state and thinking about him. “you’re already the best radio host i’ve ever seen.”
you smile and he smiles and it feels like the world stops.
“i’ll let you go now, but i’m serious don’t die in the desert. if i see a shriveled up you on the news i’m going insane.” he points a finger at you as he walks away.
“you can count on it, munson!”
eddie climbs back into his van and you roll up the window. once he’s pulled out of the parking lot, saluting you, and finally out of sight, you inspect the cassette tape. a hand drawn corroded coffin slip on one side, and;
eddie munson, call me at every payphone you find and update me on your journey. or don’t if you died, but don’t, cause that’d suck. :)
and his phone number on the backside.
you can’t stop the feeling that’s rising in your stomach. you turn the cassette over and over again in your hand until you’re confident you can recite his whole message and number from memory. you place it in the glove compartment and shut it loudly, listening for the click.
hawkins sucked, but it was good for one thing, that thing being eddie munson and his band.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson#stranger things blurb#stranger things fluff#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things
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A thief. A friend, And a brother
Chapter 1
Summery: due to a fun interruption to a night with your best friend you end up becoming an trusted acquaintance of one of 2 very well known brothers in your small home town, what could come of knowing and being seen with a nam with such a bad reputation
Daryl Dixon x reader
Word count :1,165
A/N: hey! This first chapter doesn’t have any Daryl in it as it’s setting up the relationship between reader and Merle, this is a Daryl x reader but I wanted there to be more of a dynamic between everyone. enjoy!
Chapter 2 is out!
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The cold air of a brisk snowy winter kissed your skin as you walk to your friend’s house. A long day of working at the liquor store and dealing with rude old perverted men and underage teens with fake IDs had you beat. Whenever you had a bad day you went to Jack’s house. He was the best at making you feel better. The familiar feeling of crashing on his couch and eating junk while yelling obscenities at each other when playing games, or even just sleeping or talking till the sun came up. You’d known the guy since middle school. You still remember the day you met him as if it only happened minutes ago.
You were being bullied by older boys calling you names you’d never heard before. One of the boys had put his hand on your shoulder. You hit his arm away as hard as you could. As the boy clocked his arm back to get ready to hit you a mysterious flash went by your closed eyes and you heard a thump. When you opened your eyes a boy from your class was standing with his back toward you. The bully was on the ground, unconscious. Since that day he walked you to and from classes. Back then Jack’s hair was short and his skin pale. Now his dark black hair is long, falling below his ears and his middle part causing the curtains to fan over his eyes, and as of recent his skin is a darker tan, achieved from the farm he works at during the summer season.
You kick yourself out of your daydream to ring the door bell of his house. You hear a scramble and a loud crash- which you assume is Jack tripping over his dog again. He opens the door looking disheveled.
“Hey” he says in a mock sexy voice.
“Sup. I brought food” you reply.
The words make him perk up and he lets you into his home.
The two of you get settled and eat while Jack lights a joint. The 2 of you have smoked since high school. You only do it when you feel like you really need it, but for Jack it’s a daily ritual for a stressed out life.
A few hour pass, after a good smoke and some shitty movies your talk is interrupted by a loud knock and holler from the front door.
“Hey sister! I’m finally out and I need somma the good shit!!!” A booming voice yells on the other side of the door.
“Fuck” Jack looks at you. “You need to leave through the back door, now” he tells you with is eyes wide and brows furrowed.
“Why?” You ask.
He looks down, “this guy…he’s not safe and in case there is trouble I don’t need you here”.
“How is he trouble?”
“Don’t worry about it just go”
“No. Not until you tell me”
“Fuck..fine. He just got out of prison, and while I know he would never put his hands on you he is very willing to kick a guys ass, not to mention he has a reputation for making women..uncomfortable”
“I’m sure I can handle myself. Now open the door before he knocks it off the hinges”
Jack looks down and walks to the door. He reaches for the handle and gives you one last “sorry” look before opening the door.
In the doorway there you saw the tall looming man that is Merle Dixon. The Dixons were infamous in your town and not in a good way. Everyone knew the story of the parents, how the mom died, how the dad beat the kids, and how Merle “flirted” with his women. Merle had a younger brother but You never heard much about Daryl around town unless he was in a physical altercation, then everyone in town talked about him. You also only ever saw the younger of the 2 brothers when you worked, but he never spoke much to you or anyone for that matter.
“Damn sister! Took you long enough I was freezing my balls out there.” Merle invited himself in and looks at you splayed across the couch watching the tv. He tapped at your leg as you drew them closer to you making room for him to sit. “Sorry to interrupt your date..” he trails, giving your friend a smirk.
“Uhhh no dude it’s not like that…she’s like family.”
You rise from your very comfortable place on the couch and extend a hand to the large man. “Pleasure. The name’s —————“.
The man takes your hand in a firm handshake before responding with a quick “Merle” then looks at Jack who’s still standing uncomfortably by the door. “What do you want, man?”
“Just got out, need some stuff I’m crawling outta my skin”
“I’m not selling to you in front of someone”
As the conversation escalated you start to think back a little, you always kinda knew jack sold that kinda stuff to people but you also knew that he specifically never sold in front of or to you as a means of keeping you safe and separate from his work. You snap out of it and come back to hear a bit of a commotion.
“You’re my only seller, asshole, who else am I supposed to go to?!?”
“Someone else. I’m not selling anymore”
You could tell Merle was getting more and more frustrated so you came up behind him and tapped his shoulder.
He quickly turned and looked at you with anger. You smiled up at him and handed him a small container, when he opened it he saw 3 large blunts.
“Holy shit girl, thanks but do you got anything harder?”
You snort at his question “Sorry man but I’m not a seller or a user-that’s all we got here. Come back later or find a new seller”.
The tall man looked down at you and smiles widely. “No problem miss” he places a hand on your shoulder before turning around and shooting Jack a smirk before slipping out the front door and driving away.
“Holy shit that almost went so bad” Jack looks down and scoffs a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair. “Thanks man you saved my ass”
“No problem”
“That guy is bad news, we should keep our distance”
“I don’t think so….” You look of, the wheels in your head turning
“What do you mean”
“I mean he doesn’t seem like a bad guy, a druggie maybe, and a little volatile but he don’t seem terrible”
“Whatever- let’s get back to the movie”
#daryl dixion imagine#daryl dixon fanfiction#twd daryl#daryl x you#daryl dixion x reader#daryl dixon#norman reedus#twd#the walking dead
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okay obscure blaseball ships lets gooooo:
bevan wise/annie roland: based on my specific interpretations of them where bevan was a human who ended up becoming a wizard for the fae court and annie was her knight. lots of classic chivalric pining but sapphic.
cantus hojo/mindy kugel: wivesssss. very comfortable weve been together 30 years and know each other well vibes. mindy is poly and also has a husband named bertrand and they’re cute together too.
kichiro guerra/parker meng: DISASTER COUPLE. DO NOT KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE. been together on and off since highschool. both alternated from the same universe and then both ended up on the worms but only together for about a season bc they both kept going elsewhere (and then kichiro STAYED elsewhere)
jenna maldonado/raúl leal: what if we were non human immortals who gave up our immortality to play blaseball together because we loved humanity and music and then one of us ended up dying and the other later gained a way to protect other players from dying.
winnie mccall/chorby short: this is a ship that my partner got me into and i love them sooooo much. they have the kinda relationship where it feels like they’ve known each other their whole lives. also winnie later getting like demon sound powers plus chorbys whole soul scream makes me go aaaaaaa
winnie mccall/patty fox: ALSO GOOD. love when there is a tiny grumpy butch and a big chill femme. patty doesnt do her own make up or nails but has learned how to so she can pamper winnie and do it for her.
also tillmikejay who i dont talk about much bc i am afraid to get ejected from a salmon cannon but i am an annoying bisexual who loves to make up other annoying bisexuals to think about. also they all have a lot of parallels in lore and sim events. slaps this polycule they can fit so much guilt and only one braincell into them.
I SEE MILLS ON THIS LIST OH BOY
Bevan and Annie - oh that’s such a cool interp!!! Before ur art I only saw the drip wizard interp so I am eating this up gimme more I wan. Moar.
Cantus and Mindy - idk much about these two but that’s so cute I love that
Kichiro and Parker - this is just me. Don’t date me I’m awful at communicating JABDKWNWKNWWK anyways I am rotating it. Maybe both the common Kichi/Allison ship could factor in where on those “off” times Kichi got into this serious relationship with Allison and then Allison died and Kichi. Does not know how to cope with that so she goes back to what she knows and Parker hates it. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaates it.
Jenna and Raúl - Raul does it all in the name of Jenna and then fucking Explodes, lol, and then they kiss in the hall the end
Winnie and Chorby - did you know that the Cas Commute (where Chorby Short and Castillo Turner were routinely EE’d for each other over the course of 5 seasons) happened during the s17 elections, a season after Winnie died? Did you know that Winnie died the SAME SEASON as Chorby joining the mills as an attractor, literally. 59 days after she was on the team. Chorby, dissociating and confused and in a new city clings to the one thing she knows (Winnie) and then that thing DIES, and she’s not even there because she’s in the shadows. This is so tragic and I’m so in love with it omg
WAIT ELI I THINK YOU MEANT SOUL INSTEAD OF SHORT. IVE SEEN THAT SHIP BEFORE I am half and half on it, because I see Chorby Soul as gay, but also in the context of how that season played out it is SO tragic and I eat that shit up. Basically I like both ships
Winnie and Patty - oh that’s cute! See I ship Patty with Hatfield Suzuki in the infamous Patty/Hatty/Ana polycule but I can so get behind this. Sometimes you are a slightly workaholic chef and your chill demon gf has to tell you to get some fucking sleep oh my god. But then she dies and you join the lineup in her memory (I can’t remember if Patty took Winnie’s spot in the lineup but it would absolutely hit if that turns out to be true).
Tillman and Mike and Jaylen - I like to think of this disaster trio as “Mike Townsend Has Two Hands” because while Till and Jay are friends, Till is straight up a gay man who wants to kiss him some baker lips, and Jaylen does not find Tillman attractive in the slightest. Mike Townsend’s bisexual ass, however, finds both of them hot and will gladly give them both his baker lips to smooch. Theyre cute as hell.
#woosh answers#unionizedcrabbucket#bevan wise#annie roland#cantus hojo#mindy kugel#jenna maldonado#raúl leal#winnie mccall#chorby short#chorby soul#patty fox#tillman henderson#mike townsend#jaylen hotdogfingers#kichiro guerra#parker meng
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It's really not about liking. It's about figuring stuff out. So I came across this post: https://www.tumblr.com/discluded/719203262312611840/what-do-you-think-about-bocs-decision-not-to
And I don't know what to think of it. It's true i only heard about the settlement but I was very surprised by what is written in the last paragraph here. Because I didn't ever know this. I didn't know that he admitted to hitting her during the official publication of the settlement statements. I know Poi has done shit to him but idk somehow within the fandom space, post settlement, I thought the narrative that got fleshed out was that none of what Poi said is true.
I know Poi said a lot of lies and harassed him as well. I don't remember if there was a physical harassment too, though I do remember people talking about something like a casting couch situation. So the whole thing is once again going all haywire for me inside my head.
I also don't know what the post is talking about regarding the other partners he had. Are those true to?
Please scratch out the link if you can. I do not want to make the link public.
Oh god, not that user again. Like, I get everything istg, but that person spread a thread made of a bunch of rumors that 1. were never confirmed and 2. were actually proven fake, and the post is still going around, so it is what it is. As for your question, he never admitted to anything. What he said was that there was some sort of rough play involved in their relationship, but the context of that translation changes according to the source you’re going to. The only thing he actually admitted to was having a relationship with her and being the one to record the infamous phone call and that’s it.
Yes, there were allegations of her beating him (more than allegations actually, in that awful audio clip of their phone conversation she basically says “i hit you so you won’t do the same mistake again”) and the harassment he went through was public and continuous.
As for his previous partners:
- his former girlfriend is still on good terms with him, so much that his family used to invite her to hang out with them;
- the r*pe allegations were fabrications from netizens who came out and admitted they lied the moment his lawyer started to call them out;
- i think that at some point there was talk of another girl who used to be involved with him and i think while in the beginning she was like “oh yeah, he hit me too”, once again, the moment his lawyer got involved, she backed down and stated she was talking about somebody else (also: if i’m not mistaken, this wasn’t the first time this woman was caught lying about something like that).
I’ve been working for 20h straight so i don’t really feel like digging receipts, but they’re all over twitter if you’re interested.
I said it once and I’ll repeat it again, nobody won in this situation, neither build (whose life was destroyed) nor poi (that girl needs serious help and to stay off the internet for a while).
Hope this was helpful for you nonnie!
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