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Kingston said he wanted to marry me and then gave me a ring 😭😭😭
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HI PRETTY !!! I'm completely enamored with your pregnant bombshell x reid and I wondering if you'd write a little drabble about the 'S' necklace she has?? like did spence give it to her or did she just surprise him by wearing his initial?
“Kiss,” you demand, pulling him by the hand.
“Too tired.”
“Gonna pretend you didn’t just say you’re too tired to kiss your perfect girlfriend,” you mumble, not even having raised your head for said kiss. You’re exhausted too, but not too tired for him. “Please? If you want to.”
“Too tired,” he says again, slouching across the bed to put his head on your pillow.
Spencer kisses you and sets all your nerves on fire, though it’s not the first time. It’s not the hundredth time. It’s not even a proper kiss, he’s just pressing his lips to yours as his arm wraps around your waist in a fuzzy-feeling hug.
“Love you,” he says, “sorry if I fall asleep on you.”
“No, don’t,” you whisper.
“I can’t stay awake.”
You caress his cheek. “I have something I want you to look at, first, please.”
“Weird mole?”
“I’m never weird. Look, you’ll like it, I think.”
You’ve been trying to show him since he got home, but he’d ricocheted between dinner and dishes and the shower, and you’d fallen into bed together having nearly forgotten. “What is it?” he asks finally, interest piqued. He kisses you quickly. “You know I like your face.”
“I’m not showing you my face, baby, it’s this.”
You pull the necklace hanging from your neck out of your sleep shirt, the little pendant twisting in circles. You press your pinky behind it and hold it at an angle for his viewing pleasure.
“See?”
“Is that an ‘S’?” he asks. “For me?”
“Who else, babe?”
You put it down on your chest. He watches it rise and fall, his hand sliding up your stomach, resting over your diaphragm. “Where’d you get that?”
“Do you like it?”
He turns your face to his. “I love you,” he says softly, leaning in, the tip of his nose pressing to the side of yours. “You don’t have to wear that.”
“I want to wear it, Spencer, that’s why I bought it. Gimme a good kiss. I deserve it.”
He laughs but manages a good, albeit sluggish kiss. “You really are tired, aren’t you?” you ask, curling around him protectively, his hair silken between your fingers as you scratch his scalp.
“No, let’s stay up forever,” he says.
His hand snakes between you. He pinches the ‘S’ between two fingers, even with his eyes closed and his face sinking into the pillow next to you.
“I’ll get one for you,” he says.
“That’s okay. I just wanted to feel like you’re with me when you’re not.”
“M’always with you.” He gets a second wind, if only for a few seconds, kiss kiss kissing the skin below your ear, his voice like warmed honey. “All the time. You can’t get rid of me, I’m like shingles, or chronic hives.”
“How romantic.” You make sure the blanket is up over his shoulders and give him a last goodnight kiss. “Love you.”
Spencer will make a much bigger deal of the necklace in the morning when he remembers what you’ve bought and why, but tonight he mumbles nonsense praise into your cheek and falls asleep with his hand on your collar.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction
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how they love you
(ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori)
author's note: requests are open <3 some lil' drabbles for our boys while i work on smau. also this is just my opinion so if you disagree then cope pls.
warnings: none, i think? maybe some suggestiveness
Satoru Gojo is a passionate lover. He loves you proudly and without reservation. Declarations made without fear, love expressed without hesitation. The type of man to stand outside of your house with a 70s boombox in the rain. Cheesy pickup lines despite being together for years. A new dress and matching jewelry on silk sheets for your weekly date night. No gift is too pricey, no public display of affection too crass to be bestowed upon the person he loves most.
"Did you see her? That's my wife!"
"Let's play titanic: you be the iceberg and I'll go down--ow! I'm sorry. Not really, though. Love you, pumpkin."
"We're going to Bora Bora for the weekend. No, you don't get to argue. Get your ass in the car."
Suguru Geto is a devoted lover. Heart-eyes from the moment you graced him with your presence. Adoring gazes from afar. Committing every inch of you into his memory. Studying the complex puzzle that is your mind, and solving it with every word out of your mouth. Your conversations are religious text, your body an altar at which he will always worship.
"What am I staring at? Just you."
"Tell me again. Yes, from the beginning. I want to hear it all."
"You're not boring me. I love hearing you talk."
Kento Nanami is an understanding lover. Knowing what you need before the words ever leave your mouth. Having your daily rituals memorized. Reminding you to drink water. A homecooked meal while you talk about your day. A fresh vase of flowers on the counter every Thursday. Rushed kisses shared in the morning before heading off to work. Comfortable silence. A beacon of stability in a world that is chaotic.
"Laundry is already done. Come sit with me."
"I bought more of that perfume you like. I saw you were running low."
"I love who you are now, and I will love the person that you become."
Megumi Fushiguro is a quiet lover. Pinkies intertwined as you walk to your favorite cafe. Sharing earbuds on the subway. Leaving his sweaters at your house, and loving the sight of you wearing them. Sharing his food with you. Holding your shopping bags. Halfhearted glares when you try to foot the bill. Shushing your rambling with a kiss. Telling you he loves you without directly saying the words.
"I bought this yesterday. It made me think of you."
"You mean everything to me, y'know?"
"I think you should keep it. It looks better on you."
Yuji Itadori is a doting lover. A golden retriever in human form. Hugs from behind, kisses on your shoulder. Holding things out of your reach, and a kiss being the ransom. Grinning whenever you enter the room. Talking about you even when you aren't around. Pictures taken in your sleep. Very cuddly. Could likely be compared to a koala hanging onto a tree. (You are his tree.)
"You look very pretty today."
"Have I ever told you how much I love you? Well I'm telling you again."
"She's perfect. Did you know she likes--oh. Sorry, Gojo-sensei."
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fluff#satoru gojo x reader#satoru x reader#gojo fluff#kento nanami x reader#nanami x reader#kento nanami fluff#jjk headcanons#suguru geto x reader#geto x reader#geto fluff#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi x reader#yuji itadori x reader#itadori x reader#yuji fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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pinkie promise kisses.
투바투 범큐 ༝ gn reader 374 high school au fluff bsf2lover ༯ cw. kissing
it was days like these where you didn't know why everyone had disliked choi beomgyu; notorious reserved quiet boy, always giving cold glares to whoever dared to look at him.
days like these where you sat in his lap, slowly stroking the makeup brush across his eyelids and smudging the pigmented spots. days like these where you sat in comfortable silence, the only noise being the melody of his spotify playlist. days like these where you failed to notice how he gazed up at you longingly when you smiled in approval, giggling as you finished applying tint to his perfect lips. days like these where you both enjoyed the comfort of each other, no need for conversation.
you were beomgyu's best friend. only friend? yes. but the best one either way. it was almost cliché the way you had met. bumping into him at a convenience store and accidentally spilling all of his iced coffee all over him. you were so cute, cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you scrambled to grab tissues before the stain could soak in. it was a shame he was wearing a white tshirt.
every day after that it was like you saw beomgyu everywhere. you hadn't even realized he was in your same class until you were forced to sit next to him, a bright smile creeping onto your face, you're from the convenience store, right? i'm still so sorry about the coffee. he only glared, lips parting as he worked up an answer before you spoke again. i can buy you another one after school if you don't mind, you offered shyly.
you truly grew on him. your bubbly (but fierce) personality, always defending him from rude remarks, closely following behind him wherever he went. hallway glances turned to eating every lunch together, small talk turned to meaningful conversations about your futures, swing sets at the park turned to laying side by side on his bed, an earbud each as you listened to acoustic instrumental.
even now, as you sat in his lap, staring at his lips for a bit too long before nervously looking back up, brushing stray hairs out of his face.
the day, today, where beomgyu had kissed you like he'd wanted to for so long. you were shocked to say the least but didn't think about pulling away for a second. it was like flowers bloomed, the dim lamp on his nightstand creating a glow around you. beomgyu kissed you again, no words enough to make you understand his longing.
arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer, soft hairs tickling your neck as he nuzzled into you, squeezing you tight.
beomgyu still had that white tshirt, tucked away in the corners of his closet. he cherished you more than you thought, a sunshine brought into his dull life. choi beomgyu loved you, and now he'll never let you forget it.
a/n i was a bit sleep deprived writing this so it might be a bit rushed lol. btw, english isn't my first language so i apologize for any errors. please enjoy!
#txt x reader#beomgyu x reader#txt fluff#txt soft thoughts#txt soft hours#txt scenarios#beomgyu scenarios#beomgyu soft thoughts#beomgyu soft hours#beomgyu fluff#📹 큐아 𐙚#prod. junsite
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BREAKING THE WEDDING NORMS
💍 ₊˚⊹♫ … Husband! Leo Valdez x Wife! reader
in which: Leo has always found a way to break the norms. And finally, at the right time.
authors note: this is based of this!! I said I would do it, so I am. Credits to my sister @sunnitheapollokid because it was her idea. I don't have much to say, so I hope you enjoy this <33.
warnings:
You were nervous.
Today was the day you were getting married to your fiancé ,lover and literally soulmate, Leo Valdez. You'd been planning the day since you two first started dating, the dress you wanted, the cake, the venue—everything you could think of was ready. Everything was going well, perfect, almost. There's nothing that could go wrong.
Expect for you randomly got cold feet and freaked out. You didn't know why you were so anxious, you'd been waiting for this day from the start, and yet you couldn't leave the room you were in. The ceremony was in a few minutes.
"Calm down, calm down, just calm down-" You paced around the room, your heels clicking onto the ground. You could barely walk in them, so you didn't know how all the sudden your legs could.
"You can totally do this. It's not going to be the end of the world. You've been planning for this. Just chill out, (name)!" Clearly, telling yourself to calm down wasn't helping.
You wished that your bridesmaids hadn't left out. You knew they had to, something about the order of when people were supposed to come out before the bride—but you couldn't call them back in. It was too late to do so. The time you had was starting to slowly and slowly get more and more small.
You finally sat down in a nearby chair,already ready to give up. What were you going to do?-
"Mi vida?" Leo's voice came from outside of the door. "you doing okay in there?"
"Huh? Uhm! yeah, sorta?" You question if you should open the door. "did the ceremony already start?"
"No,no. You still have like.. five, maybe six minutes?" Even he sounded unsure. "Can you open the door?"
"For what?" You let out a slight laugh.
"... Do you really need an answer to that question?" You rolled your eyes.
"Your not supposed to see me, though. It ruins the surprise and all that."
"Y'know, I could just take the screws out of the door. Then you wouldn't have to-" "Okay! nope, please don't do that." You got up and opened the door just enough that Leo could see you.
Seeing him made that nervous feeling go away. He looked a little silly with a suit on (and a rose behind his ear,) but even you could admit he looked fly. A goofy, Leo type of fly.
He looked you up and down multiple times. "You were going to make me wait to see all that? Mi amor, I think the fact you even thought-" he paused, looking up at your face. "Are you sure you're okay? you look like you're about to cry." The smirk on his face fell into a concerned look.
You blinked and slightly wiped your eyes. "Yeah, i'm fine. Just,uhm, a little nervous." You let out an uncomfortable laugh.
Leo slipped his hand into yours. "About what? you know you can tell me."
"I-I mean, t's nothing specifically. I'm just.. I don't know, Leo."
"Okay, well that's okay. You don't need to exactly tell me, then." He let out a laugh under his breath. "You're going to do great. We're going to do great. Nothing had blown up yet, and we finally got here. My love, I promise you have nothing to worry about. It's our day, and if something goes wrong, we can deal with it together."
You smiled. "You promise?"
He let go of your hand and held out his little finger. "Pinkie promise." Leo held that everlasting Mischievous, but adorable smirk on his face. You interlocked your pinkie with his.
"You think your ready?"
You nodded. "Yeah, I think so." You leaned down and gave him a kiss.
"Also, why are you wearing heels? I feel short."
"Which, you are?" You laughed.
"Girl, not too much. " He rolled his eyes sassly than laughed. "Alright. Now I gotta go. I have a very pretty girl to marry."
#𓂃 ✴: zuri’s fics!#LORD why did this take me so long to write about#probs because I know nothing about weddings#(or.. aleast not THAT much)#percy jackon and the olympians#leo valdez#leo valdez headcanons#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez pjo#pjo hoo toa#heroes of olympus
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girls' night
masterlist ko-fi ao3
Soft!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: your boyfriend is now really happy that you want to go to the club with your friends without him.
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: kinda +18? mentions of sex, drinking, reader is slightly drunk, Rafe's being needy and horny
Author's note: sooo, i'm happy to introduce you my new crush (idk how did i live without him tbh). I haven't even finished watching obx, but Rafe/Drew holds me in a chokehold. I had no choice but to write something because the voices in my head became too loud lmao. so yeah, I hope you enjoy my version of him💘
“I won’t be there for too long, baby. Don’t be so dramatic.” You softly laughed while you applied your lip gloss in front of the mirror. Through reflection, you saw your not-so-happy boyfriend sitting at the edge of the bed, eyeing your outfit with a pout.
“Do you have to wear that? Couldn’t you wear like sweatpants or something?” Rafe mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes looked up and down your body from the back, stopping at the edge of your pretty dress that barely covered your ass. “And why can’t I at least go with you? Give me a reason.”
“Because it’s a girls’ night. Boys are not allowed. We just want to go somewhere, talk, drink cocktails and dance. What are you gonna do there anyway?” You took a last look at yourself before grabbing a purse and coming closer to Rafe.
“Your point is weak as fuck, princess.” He rolled his eyes. “You know I hate it when you go somewhere alone. Especially looking like a fucking desert. Especially when there are tons of dumbasses who think they can hit on you.” Rafe’s voice was gruff but you knew that he wasn’t angry at you.
Despite the rumors about Rafe being a total asshole, he had never treated you even remotely badly. Well, you were the only person who was blessed with his soft and caring side. Rafe was the best boyfriend you could’ve possibly asked for, even with his mood swings. He was so overprotective and he got really panicked just at the thought that something might happen to you.
You stepped closer, now standing in between his legs, and put your hands on both sides of his face to make him look at you. Two large hands immediately flew to your hips as Rafe soothingly rubbed your skin through the material of the dress.
“You trust me, right? You know I don’t care about them. I want only you.” You smiled at him, leaning lower and touching his nose with yours. Rafe exhaled, bringing your body closer to his and lowering his head into your neck.
“Of course I trust you. I just don’t trust everyone else.” You smiled at his words, burying your right hand in his hair. “Fine, if you don’t wanna stay here tonight and ride my face for hours and then get fuc—“
“Rafe!” Your laughter filled the room as you pulled away and slightly slapped his shoulder. “You're disgusting, you know that, hm?”
“You didn’t mind me saying it this morning.” He shrugged, half serious.
“Fine, you big baby. I am going out with my girls right now, and you can do whatever you want with me afterwards. Deal?” You offered him a pinky. That man was ready to have sex 24/7 so you knew that you had no choice but to give him something, otherwise, he would bother you for hours.
Rafe curiously looked from your eyes to your finger, but then finally gave up, wrapping his pinky with yours.
“Deal. Just be safe, baby. Call me if something happens. Promise that you will.”
“I will.” A smile stretched across your face as your heart flattered inside your chest with love and warmth.
The night was amazing. You met with your friends who you hadn’t had a chance to hang out with for a few weeks and all of you were dancing and laughing for what felt like eternity.
It took you forever to climb the stairs to your and Rafe’s bedroom in the big ass house that you were living in. You hoped that he was already sleeping, but even your drunk brain understood how ridiculous this thought was. Your boyfriend would never go to bed without you by his side.
“You said that you wouldn’t be there for too long, Y/N.” Rafe said as soon as you stepped into the room, holding your heels in your hand. The clock showed that it was almost 1am, and you slightly shook your foggy head to figure out how long you spent in the bar.
“I’m sorry, baby. But it was sooo fun! We had such a great time.” You laughed, tossing your shoes on the floor and slipping out of your dress, standing only in your underwear.
As much as Rafe wanted to be mad or argue, he couldn’t. He felt ill just thinking about you alone in the club without him, but you were clearly happy. Drunk, with flushed cheeks and sparkly eyes. You looked so pretty, and now seeing you without that goddamn dress only in a blue lingerie set that he had bought you not so long ago made him hard within seconds.
You went to your vanity to take off your makeup with wet wipes, barely having any more power to stand. Rafe stood up from his place on the bed, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your body.
“You look so fucking hot, baby. I want you so bad.” You felt warm lips leaving light kisses on the side of your neck while hardness pressed against your lower back.
“Noo, Rafe. I’m so tired and drunk right now. I want to go to sleep. Let’s do it tomorrow, please?” You whined, still moving your head to give him more free space on your neck.
“My dick is going to explode. I haven’t touched you since morning.” He grumbled, brows furrowed, as you quickly slipped out of his arms and dove under the blanket on the abnormally large bed.
Your eyes trailed back to your boyfriend, who was obviously annoyed and tired but still had a visible boner. This thought made you giggle again while Rafe muttered something under his nose, running a hand through his hair. If you weren’t in such a state of mind, you would’ve definitely found it hot.
Yeah, annoyed Rafe was your guilty pleasure.
“Can you, like, do it while I’m sleeping? Just don’t wake me up.” You lazily asked, almost drifting to sleep.
“Excuse me? Who do you think I am?” Rafe’s brows shot up, genuinely shocked that you really suggested that. “I’m not fucking you while you’re unconscious, babe! What the fuck?”
“Then wait for tomorrow and come cuddle with me.”
He looked at you for a few seconds in silence. You were almost asleep, snuggling into the pillow and Rafe had no power in him to not find you adorable. He threw his head back in defeat, then removed his clothes and winced as he realized how long it would take for his dick to calm down.
He slipped beside you into the bed, turning off the light. On instinct, you moved closer to him, your head on his naked chest and your hands wrapped around his torso.
“‘m sorry, Rafey.” You mumbled against his skin. “I promise that tomorrow I'll be all yours.”
Rafe sighed, kissing the top of your head and hugging you back. A soft smile crept onto his face when he heard you almost purring under his touch. “Mhm, you’re lucky that I love you, princess. So, so much. You know that, right?”
“Yeah. I love you too. So, so much.”
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron imagine#obx fic#obx fanfiction#obx x reader
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After Coachella
Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader
Word count- 2.1k
Includes- Coachella Hongjoong, rough and wild sex, wall sex, cock riding, table sex, missionary, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff
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Hongjoong POV
Getting off the stage, I grab my girlfriend's hand, pulling her with me as we're ushered back towards our trailers
It was such a rush being on stage and performing at Coachella and that high hasn't worn off yet
Neither has the desire to fuck my girlfriend
I wasn't able to fuck her before we went on stage
I could tell she liked the outfit I was put in by the way she kept touching my chest, kissing my neck, saying how hot I looked
Unfortunately we had to go on stage and I was horny the whole performance
While performing, I went from being excited, to honored, to awed to horny and back over and over
I was able to keep thoughts of her naked and on my dick out of my head for most of this performance
But the second I was walking off stage, it's all that's been in my mind
Seeing the trailers coming up, I turn to Seonghwa
"Keep everyone out of that trailer for now", I tell him, pointing to the right one that's a bit away from the others
He raises his eyebrow but nods, "Yeah"
Veering off from the group, I lead my jagi to the trailer
"Joongie, everyone is going that way", she says, looking behind her at the group
"Yeah but we're going this way", I tell her
Opening the trailer door, I pull her inside and up the stairs
"Joongie-", she starts but I stop her, pulling her right to me, my lips crashing into hers, heat and fire flooding my body, my head becoming dizzy
Fuck, I love kissing her
She immediately responds, kissing me back, my tongue already down her throat
I pull down her pants and panties as she shoves down my jacket
I let it fall to the floor while she kicks her bottom clothes off
She grabs my belt, undoing it, getting my pants open
I take over throwing my shoes off then getting out of my pants and boxers
"Someone's horny", she teases
"You're damn fucking right", I growl, picking her up and pushing her against the wall, "You got me all riled up right before performing and I had to wait to fuck your sweet pussy"
I pull her shirt off, her bra following, needed her naked, needing to see her perfect body
"It's not my fault, they put you in such a fucking hot outfit", she whines, grabbing onto my shirt
Taking my chin in her hands she moves my head to the side, pressing kisses to my neck, sending shivers up my spine
Her fingers trail down, slowly moving along my chest, lighting a fire in each cell of my skin
"It's not my fault my boyfriend is the sexiest man on this fucking planet", she murmurs
I groan hearing her
It blows my mind she thinks that about me
Honestly San, Seonghwa and Mingi are the members most ATINYs think are sexy
They love their muscles and abs
I don't have that but she doesn't care
From the moment I met her, she's only ever seen me
She doesn't pay attention to San when he's walking around without a shirt
She doesn't pay attention to Seonghwa or Mingi when they're put in sexy outfits
It's only me
No matter what I'm wearing she always says I'm the hottest, is always on me, always kissing me, fucking me, always telling me she loves me
She only pays attention to me
And I'm grateful for that because she is the only girl I ever pay attention to
I don't notice girls like that anymore because no one holds a candle to my jagi
I don't want anyone but her
"It's not my fault my boyfriend makes me horny every second of every day", she whispers in my ear
"Yeah well my girlfriend does the same to me", I growl, turning my head back to her, "And right now, I'm gonna make you scream louder than ATINYs did"
With that I move my aching cock to her hole and sink into her tight pussy
"Joongie", she moans, her head leaning back against the wall, her hands gripping my shirt hard as my cock opens her so widely, so pleasurably around me
She moans louder at every inch that goes in, her pussy drenching, leaking and pulling me into her
"Hongjoong yes", she cries, her legs tightening around my waist, fingers twisting in my shirt, "Fuck baby, oh my god"
When I only have a little bit left of me, I thrust hard, slamming my cock into her spot, her body shaking, her pretty scream reverberating in the room
I stay inside her warm, tight wet pussy for a minute, just reveling in how she feels, how she throbs around my cock
I swear she was made just for me
My dick is big but it fits inside her perfectly
Snugly
I was made to be inside her, she was made to be around me
"Please Joongie", she whines
I give her what she wants, pulling out then thrusting back in
Moving faster, I get a harsh pace going, fucking her cunt wide open, her pussy swallowing my cock and latching on each stroke, intense pleasure exploding in my body
"So good jagi", I moan, pumping my dick into her, smashing her spot over and over
Her pussy waters my cock like a waterfall, leaking all over my cock and my pelvis
Her hand slides up my neck, into the back of my hair, pulling so hard, my head tilts back
She crashes her lips to my neck, kissing everywhere, making me groan as shivers of pleasure run down my back straight to my cock
"Baby, fuck", I moan, banging her hard against the wall
Her other hand pulls my shirt, exposing one of my shoulders, her lips kissing all over, fire racing all over my skin
Her tongue licks my sweat from my shoulder to my neck, moaning as she does, her fingers twisting in my hair
Her pussy throbs hard, so close
"C'mon baby. Cum for me", I urge her, wanting nothing than to feel that pleasure
I crave her orgasms
"Please jagi, gimme", I whine, burying my face in her neck, kissing her skin as I increase the speed of my hips, sliding one hand down between us, rubbing her clit rapidly
Her pussy tightens up right away, feeling unbelievably good
"Hongjoong!", she screams, climaxing, her body shaking as pleasure slams right into me
"Ffff...", I whimper, pulling her away from the wall and sitting down on the bench seat so I don't fall down from how intense it feels
"Good girl", I praise her, "Fuck you're so tight, so good"
As soon as she finishes, I lift my head from her neck and shoves me down on the seat
Her hand leans back on my thighs, her hips moving as she starts bouncing on my cock
"Fuck Joongie", she murmurs, tilting her head back as she moves, "Fuck, your cock is always so good baby"
I watch the gorgeous sight of my girlfriend moving on me, sweat filling her hair, beads of it rolling down between her wiggling boobs
She moans loudly, the sound of her utterly soaked cunt squelching so loudly each time she takes me in
That sound is so erotic and I could listen to it forever
My eyes move down to her gorgeous pussy, her swollen lips spreading open for my cock, her hole straining and leaving a huge mess of cream all over me
Fuck, I live for this, live for her creaming me like a fountain
Her legs move faster, hopping up and down my cock like a sex crazed bunny, my head smashing her spot with each drop down, tears falling down her face from how much pleasure she's in
It turns me on so fucking much that she feels this good because of me
That she wants me this way over and over, every day
I've never had a girl match my desire for her the way she does
She's my everything and I love her with all my heart
She moves faster, her cunt spasming quickly around me, becoming so tight that bliss runs up my spine from pushing through her pussy
"Joongie", she whines
"Mmm baby", I moan, gripping her thighs hard, lifting my hips up, making sure I'm buried deep inside her every time she takes me back inside her, "Fall apart for me jagi. Right on my cock baby"
"Yes Hongjoong", she whimpers, her body shaking as she squirts all over me
I move her up and my cock as she squirts, fucking her through it, her squirt flying everywhere, soaking my lap, my shirt, some hitting my chest
She screams my name over and over, the sight of her coming unbelievably beautiful
"So pretty baby", I praise her, "Fuck, you're always so beautiful"
She slumps against me when she finishes but I'm not done with her yet
Sitting up, I tilt her head up, kissing her hard and passionately, her reciprocating
Her fingers dig in my hair, her tongue down my throat, her body pressed against mine
Standing, I lay her on the little attracted to the wall table, moving quickly, slamming my cock into her tight pussy
God, I just fucked her open and she's still so fucking tight for me
Her hands pull my shirt up and I move my arms through the sleeves, tossing it behind me once it's off
Standing up, I look down at her, watching her boobs move, her cunt cream my cock more as I thrust into her again and again
"Hongjoong, oh god, Hongjoong!", she cries, her body arching for me
"Yes baby", I grunt, moving my hips fast, the feeling of her pussy opening around me so good, the feeling of her cunt clenching, choking my cock phenomenal, chills running up my back
I slide my hands up her body, touching her sweaty skin, savoring the way her skin shivers under my touch
There's red all over her neck and her fingers and I realize that it's the dye from my hair
I sweated it onto her skin and it looks so fucking hot, making me feral
"Louder jagi", I demand, mercilessly fucking her, "I want to hear you louder"
"Hongjoong!", she screams, her body wiggling from how hard she's taking my cock, her little hole completely wrecked
"Louder!", I shout, lost the pleasure, "Scream for me jagi"
She does, getting louder and louder with each hit to her spot, her hands squeezing the edge of the table
The sounds of her screams are so fucking beautiful, I wish I was recording them
I will, another time
Her pussy locks around my cock in a death grip, squeezing tighter with each stroke, bringing both of us closer
She grips my wrists, pulling me down on top of her, my face burying in her neck, her legs moving higher up around my waist
I pound into her, growling, "Scream my name"
She takes me so deep, coming around my cock hard, my name the only thing breaking the quiet
"Hongjoong! Hongjoong!"
She's so tight, spasming so hard throwing me into ecstacy
I sheath my cock in her blissful pussy, coming so hard, my mind blanks and I can't tell which way is up
And I'm screaming her name too
She holds me against her as we both ride the pleasure, our names so loud in the trailer
The pleasure starts fading and exhaustion hits me hard, my body slumping into her
Her fingers run up and down my back, my skin shivering as I smile into her neck, then give her a soft kiss
"I love you", I tell her
"I love you Joongie"
Moving my arms around her, I pick her up, her arms and legs wrapping around me, her head laying on my shoulder
I start heading to the small bedroom at the back to trailer, bending down and grabbing my pants along the way
Sitting on the bed with her, I take my phone out of my pants then drop them on the floor
I send Seonghwa a quick text
"Short nap. Call and wake us in a hour"
I move us on the bed, laying down with her, pulling a blanket over us
I shift her so she's half on top of me, her head still nestled against my neck
She's already asleep, her breathing soft and even
I must have worn her out
She definitely wore me out
My phone rings, the text from Seonghwa a thumbs up emoji
Dropping the phone on the bed next to me, I wrap my arms securely around my jagi and close my eyes for a much needed nap
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A LITTLE SUN PART 7 (part II) Dieter Bravo x f!Reader
rating: 18+
tags: SMUT. Penetration, Oral (m and f receiving), use of 'daddy' (but you ain't into it), use of 'baby', Dieter being Dieter, fluff, like such tooth-rotting sweetness its almost gross, idiots in love, pregnancy, talk of pregnancy body changes/self esteem, love love love, family issues, mentions of parental death.
a/n: Tumblr is dumb and won't let me post the entire chapter in one post. ARGH. So below is part two.
HERE IS PART ONE OF THIS CHAPTER.
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Your mother is pacing around the kitchen when the doorbell rings. With a muttered grumble she strides to the front door, tugging it open with a flourish. She expects to see her pregnant daughter there, what she doesn’t expect is a six foot movie star she hates to be flinching at her.
He’s wearing a short sleeved linen shirt, freshly pressed slacks and his usually unruly hair has been combed neatly. He even got Magda to trim his beard for him. He wants to make a good impression.
"Hi," Dieter says, his stomach churning anxiously as your mother stares him down. "I'm Dieter-"
"I know exactly who you are," the woman snaps, arms crossing over her front. "What do you want? I’m afraid I don't have any more daughters for you to buy babies from."
She tries to look around his broad shoulders. "Where is my daughter by the way?"
Dieter shuffles back and forth, his expensive dress shoes scraping the ground. Suddenly all his bravado has left him and he feels much like a chastised child.
"I wanted to talk to you," Dieter explains. "Just you and me if that’s okay?"
Your mother's brows knit angrily. "So she couldn't even be bothered-"
"She doesn't know I'm here," Dieter interjects.
He goes to say something more when he thinks he notices a car slowing down up the block. Paparazzi. Your mother notices as well because she ushers Dieter into the house, closing the door behind him sharply.
"You have five minutes."
Dieter slips off his shoes and follows her to the couch, about to launch into his speech when he sniffs the air.
"Are you baking?"
"Cinnamon bread. My daughters favorite," your mother says, eyes misting. She regards Dieter a moment, softening. "Would you like a piece?"
"I'd love one."
He takes a seat on the couch as ordered, watching as your mother brings out a tray holding several slices of cinnamon bread, a tea pot and two mugs.
“This is so fuc- darn delicious,” Dieter corrects himself, wiping the crumbs from his fingers on his pants, much to your mother’s dismay. “I love it.”
Your mother offers a small grunt by way of reply, watching him eat and taking small sips of her tea. Dieter notices you both hold your cups the same way, forefinger and pinky slightly out. It makes him long for you, wishing you were here with him as he attempts this conversation.
But you can’t be, he knows you’re too stubborn for it. Judging by how your mother is looking at him now, it’s a familial trait.
“I wanted to come over and try to explain things.”
“There’s nothing to explain,” your mother snaps, her teacup placed on the coffee table. “You and my daughter made a baby, she’s selling it to you and she never told me.”
"I'm sorry it was a secret for so long,” Dieter says. “It's just because of my notoriety that we had to keep it under wraps.”
“From the world, I understand, but from her own mother?” She shakes her head. “Do you know how hurtful that is? To find out your only child is pregnant because of the tabloids? To think you’re going to be a grandmother and then find out she’s selling the baby off?”
“She signed an NDA," Dieter explains with a wince, knowing how awful it sounds. "I'm so sorry. She hated to do it. It was my fault."
"And your mother?" Your mom huffs. "I bet she knew she was going to be a grandma before the tabloids di-"
She breaks off, irritated when she sees the hollow look in Dieters eyes.
"My uh, my mom isn't alive," Dieter says, fingers tapping anxiously at his side. "She died when I was in my twenties."
"Your father?"
Dieter shakes his head, wincing. Your fierce mother immediately softens her tone, her shoulders lowering.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“You shouldn’t be sorry to me about anything,” Dieter says in a soft rasp. “I’m the one who you should be mad at. Not your daughter.”
Your mother wraps her arms around herself. "How is she?"
"Hurt. She misses you."
"Must not miss me much. She's made no attempt to call."
"She's worried about what you'll say. Your opinion matters so much to her, you know that. Especially with her dad gone."
Your mother swallows. "They were so similar. So stubborn and..."
Suddenly the dam behind the woman's eyes breaks and Dieter watches her face crumple.
"I just wish he was here," she says, shoulders shaking. Dieter feels his own eyes filling with tears, his heart aching in tandem. He can't help but reach out and cover her hand with his.
"I’m so sorry."
"If he was here he would know exactly what to say," your mother continues, allowing his hand to remain over hers. "Michael could always get through to her when I couldn't."
“My mom knew me in a way my dad never did,” Dieter offers after a moment. “Knew exactly the right thing to say at the right time. It’s hard not having that. But you still have time with your daughter. Time that’s wasting with you two being mad at each other.”
Your mother blinks up at Dieter, a slow understanding reflected in her swimming eyes. As if she’s seeing him properly for the first time. He continues on, encouraged that it’s been over five minutes and she hasn’t kicked him out yet.
“And I know you think this whole thing with the baby is a spontaneous decision and that I’m massively immature and yeah, I can be. But you need to know that when your daughter told me she was pregnant it was the best day of my life," Dieter says, his voice thick with emotion.
He takes a moment, swallowing and blinking furiously. His hand tightens around your mothers’.
“But I’m not that guy anymore. I’ve changed. She’s changed me, my son has changed me. I’m not perfect, but I also don’t think there’s anyone in the world that will love your da—grandson more than me.”
Your mother blinks rapidly, her weathered face softening further. “My grandson?”
“If you want him to be,” Dieter explains, suddenly unsure. “If your daughter is okay with it. I don’t have any parents in my life. It would be nice for him to have a grandmother.”
Any lingering distaste your mother may have held for Dieter is wiped away in that moment. The sincerity in his wide dark eyes and the nervous way he twists the rings on his fingers endears her further.
“And I know you’re upset with her about all of this but I promise I’ll take care of her for the rest of her life,” Dieter finishes, his eyes glassy. “Even if she’s in Sacramento doing school. Even if she never wants to see me or our son. I want to make her happy and that means taking care of you too. The house is paid for; your daughter will be taken care of.”
Your mother’s hands move from under Dieter’s to over, clasping his wide hands tightly. She has a gentle smile on her face now, the anger gone from her voice.
“I thank you Dieter. That is a kindness that touches my heart. Knowing I can remain in the same house I raised my family in means more to me than you realize. But it wasn’t your place to do it.”
“I know.”
“I can’t accept it.”
“Please,” Dieter begs with his big brown eyes so round and sorrowful your mother has to blink back a new onslaught of tears. “She’s giving me the world. The rest of your mortgage is nothing in comparison to that.”
Your mother can’t help but laugh out loud at the earnestness in his expression. He grins crookedly as she laughs, wiping tears from her lash line. He waits until she sobers, shaking her head with a small smile on her face.
“Alright, I accept it. But only if you’ll let me cook you dinner every once in a while.”
“And cinnamon bread?”
“And cinnamon bread,” your mother says laughing again. “As for taking care of my daughter? That is something you’ll have to take up with her. But be warned she’s even more stubborn than me.”
“Don’t I know it,” Dieter grins shyly, causing the two of them to chuckle between themselves softly.
“I’ll call her,” your mother says resolutely. “I need to apologize and tell her she can move back home if she wants.”
Dieter immediately stiffens. He hadn’t thought about this part.
"Actually if its okay I want her to stay with me until the baby is born," Dieter explains, curls falling into his eyes, his mannerisms anxious. "I like having my son nearby."
"And perhaps having my daughter nearby too?" Your mother peers into his face with a small curl of her lips. “You care for her. More than a boss for an employee. Or a father for a surrogate.”
Dieter looks overcome for the moment, his dark eyes on the floor. He doesn’t know how to respond.
“That’s between you two,” your mother acknowledges. “It’s not my place to say anything.”
Before Dieter can say anything in reply he hears the sound of a frantic key turning in the lock and the front door is thrust open.
The two of them whip their heads in the direction of the front door to see you stumbling into the house, slamming the door behind you. Your hair is wild, your face flushed and you look extremely pissed off. You look at the two of them on the couch and your brows knit.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
"How did-"
"Magda," you answer before Dieter can finish the question. "Why the fuck are you here at my house with my mom?"
You watch as your mom rises from the couch next to Dieter. Her eyes are wet and when she gazes at your very full stomach she gives a soft little gasp.
"Honey-"
"Don't honey me," you snap, feeling angry tears welling in your eyes as you glare over at Dieter. "Let's go, Dieter."
"Baby, wait-" Dieter starts, pausing only when you whip back around to fix him with a leveling glare.
He looks so sorrowful standing there between you and your equally broken-looking mother that you find yourself relenting. You have an idea on why he’s here and even if it wasn’t his place you can’t deny that it was kind of him to try.
"Go wait in the kitchen, please."
Dieter opens his mouth to suggest something else but the glint to your eyes has him slamming it shut and nodding. You wait until he's shuffled into the next room before looking back at your mother.
"Baby?" Your mom ventures gently.
"He calls everyone that," you lie.
She nods slowly but you know she doesn't believe you. Your mother also knows you well enough that she doesn’t attempt to sway you.
"Here, come take a seat," she offers motioning to the couch. "Your ankles must be swollen."
You lift a surprised brow but you waddle over to her, settling into the seat with an exhale. You look at Dieter’s leftover cinnamon bread crumbs and frown. How long was he here for? You look back to your mother, shocked at her gentle countenance. You’d expected anger or frustration, instead you see only regret.
"How did you know about the ankles?"
"I was the same when I was pregnant with you," she says coming to sit on the other end of the couch. "I carried high like you as well."
"Really?" You absently drape your fingers over the curve of your stomach.
"Oh yes," your mother smiles, eyeing your bump.
As you sit there discussing this with shy smiles you wish that this pregnancy was normal. That you had a husband and excited family that threw you a baby shower for a child you'd be able to bring home and care for at the end of it all.
You wish your mom felt comfortable to place her hands on your stomach and to care for this little boy you carry. But she’s holding back her emotions, not wanting to get attached.
After several moments your mom shuffles closer to you on the couch, her hand coming to cup not your stomach, but your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” your mom says, and you’re shocked at the tears pooling in her eyes. “I never wanted… I just… I acted shamefully.”
“I don’t understand why,” you explain, chin wobbling. “We’ve always had a great relationship. Or I thought we did.”
“I thought we did too,” your Mom acknowledges. “But considering you kept this a secret I think I might have done something wrong along the way. You never should have been afraid to come to me with this.”
You don’t know how to answer that.
“You won’t understand until you’re a -” you mom catches herself. “A parent provides for their children, not the other way around. I felt ashamed that you felt you needed to take care of me.”
For a moment you look at her not as your mother, but as a woman. A tired woman who sacrificed so much to see you taken care of and your heart cracks.
“I like taking care of you Mom,” you explain, swallowing the tears there. “I love you. You’re all I have left. Fighting with you these past few weeks has been awful.”
“I know honey,” your mom says and now she pulls you into her arms, rocking you as if you were still that child who ran to her with a scraped knee or boy troubles. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”
“Of course I do,” you say, burying your face in her shoulder as you let the tears flow. For the first time since your father died the two of you cry together, arms wrapped around one another, your son nestled between the two of you. Finally sniffling you pull back, wiping at your eyes.
“Were you mean to Dieter?”
“Tried to be,” your mother replies with a grin. “Impossible to be though. He’s very sweet.”
“He’s been amazing through this whole thing,” you answer honestly, feeling the need to sing his praises to the woman who usually derides him. “He’s been the most supportive, caring version of himself I’ve ever seen. Sober, sweet and I love being around him.”
Your mother’s eyes search yours intensely, so much that you blink wondering what she’s looking for. Her gaze breaks when a shy Dieter knocks on the wall separating the two rooms.
“Uh, is it okay if I come in?”
Your mother laughs. “We’ll come to you. My daughter needs some cinnamon bread.”
The two of you stand, your mom helping you before letting her hand fall briefly to your swollen belly. You watch her face beaming as she does before her eyes go to yours.
“My baby having a baby,” she murmurs.
The two of you enter into the kitchen hand in hand. Dieter is standing by the sink, his hair even more wild than usual. He was obviously running his hands through it anxiously.
Dieter approaches you both slowly, as if he’s concerned one of you will be furious. When he sees the easy smile in both of your faces and your clasped hands he feels the tightness in his chest release.
“Thank you, Dieter,” you tell him gently as he approaches. He doesn’t push it, doesn’t ask you to elaborate. He just nods his head, smiling and coming to stand next to you. Your mother releases your hand, coming to stand in front of you both.
“Now you can retire,” Dieter offers with a hopeful look in your mother’s direction.
“No,” your mom says shortly, drawing both sets of eyes her way. You feel yourself deflate, closing your eyes for a steadying moment. You can’t stand the cruelty she’s still holding in her heart for Dieter after everything.
“Mom-“
“No, I like my job,” your mother tells Dieter, ignoring you. She comes to stand in front of him, having to look up due to her short stature. “I enjoy it. So I won’t retire. But I will work less and try to enjoy more of my life.”
You both break into easy grins.
“Yes ma’am.”
Your mother’s smile dims a fraction as she gazes between the two of you.
“Dieter has offered me a chance to be the baby’s grandmother,” your mother says quietly. “But that will be your decision my love. I won’t do anything that you’re uncomfortable with.”
You swallow. “Do you want to be his grandmother? Even if I’m not in the picture? Even if we have no legal right?”
“I would,” your mother replies without hesitation. You turn your head to face the taller man to your left.
“And you’re really okay with it, Dieter?”
“More than okay.”
Dieter’s eyes are on the ground, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. He wishes his own mother was here, wishes she could have met you. He knows that she would have loved you.
“Then I’m okay with it,” you murmur.
He’s so grateful that his baby will have a grandmother. Even if you want nothing to do with him he’ll forever have this tie to you.
Your mother glances over at Dieter before stepping towards him.
"Let me see your face," your mother demands cupping Dieter's stubbled cheeks in her hands and forcing his eyes to hers. A few quiet minutes pass, their eyes in silent communion before you see both sets watering.
You watch in shock as your mother leans forward and in an act so naturally maternal kisses Dieter's forehead gently.
"You're a good man," she tells him gently. "A good man who acts silly sometimes."
When tears slip down Dieter’s cheeks you feel your jaw drop. Your mother pulls him into a tight hug, rocking him as they stand, murmuring something into his wild hair. You breathe unsteadily when his own arms go to wrap around her waist, clinging to her. He looks like a lost boy finding harbor in the embrace of his mother, his shoulders shaking gently as she soothes him in her arms.
She looks over at you, smiling gently. She tugs you over into her arms as well and before long the three of you are embracing standing in the middle of your mom's messy kitchen.
"Will you two stay for dinner?" Your mother asks eyes hopeful when the three of you break apart, all sets of eyes glassy.
"That would be so great," Dieter says excitedly before you can answer, rubbing at his wet eyes. He wants to take advantage of being in your home. He wants to see where you grew up, where you exist when you're not with him.
"You're Chilean right?"
"Part, yeah."
"Right, I'm going to pop out to the market," your mom says with a wide grin as she picks up her car keys. "I'll be back in a flash."
Your mother is gone excitedly out the door before you can even process what’s happening. That you’re having dinner with your boss and your mom and your unborn child. It’s all a bit much. And yet the thought warms you.
“So do I get a tour?”
“Sure,” you say grinning. Without thought you take his hand, guiding him through the hall pointing out the rooms, giving small synopsis like “this is where I was standing when my first boyfriend called and broke up with me” and “this is where I fell in the tub and cracked my tooth”
“And you know my bedroom,” you tell him with a smirk. “Very acquainted with the closet, I believe.”
He grins before taking his time looking around your room. Last time he’d been in a rush, but today he looks at everything. He sees the framed photo of you on horseback, the science ribbons for first and second place. He notices a trophy for high school tennis. He grins at the poster of Cillian Murphy behind your door. He sees the Polaroid’s of you and your friends stuck to your mirror.
“You never mention your friends,” Dieter observes pointing at the photo. “How come?”
“I never see them,” you shrug coming over to peer at them. “They all got married, had kids. I was in school and then I was working and we kind of just lost touch.”
“Do you miss them?”
“Honestly? Sometimes. But school and my career just always seemed more important.”
“You don’t think you could have both? A career and a family?”
“Not really,” you shake your head. “Can’t have it all.”
“Why not?”
“I dunno,” you shrug again. “Something has to give.”
“Only if you have a shit partner,” Dieter offers.
Before you can say anything more he’s gone to your bookshelf, looking at the tomes that reside there and muttering their titles under his breath. You watch him just existing in this room, before your reason for rushing over here affronts you.
“Did you pay off my Mom’s mortgage?”
“Yeah,” Dieter replies after a beat, twisting to face you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
You stare at Dieter as he says this, the passion in his voice overwhelming you. Since when was this his plan? You’re supposed to take the three hundred grand and go.
“Why do that? You knew I was going to do it.”
“I wanted that money to be for you,” Dieter explains. “Not taking care of the mortgage and everything else. I’d pay for your school too but something tells me you’d refuse that.”
“Correct.”
“Your mother was right, you are stubborn.”
This gets a shocked laugh out of you. “What else did you two talk about?”
“That’s between her and me,” he says with a supercilious look on his face. “I think she might like me better than you at this point.”
Affection swims through your limbs and it carries you to him. Without warning your hands go to his shoulders, mouth pressing gently to his. He accepts this eagerly, his wet tongue dabbing against yours gently.
"Thank you," you whisper against his full mouth. "But you don't have to take care of me."
"I like taking care of you," Dieter murmurs, his nose tracing yours. "You spent so long taking care of me and everyone else; let me take care of you now."
You nod; kissing him again and feeling him slowly back you towards your bed.
“Mia,” you remind him.
“Its fine,” he assures you, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt.
“I’m not going to sleep with you when you’re in a relationship, Dieter.”
“I’m not,” he promises you, “I swear.”
You want to press him for more information. But more than that, you just want Dieter. You need to be as close to him as possible. You need to feel his bare skin on yours, inhale the crook of his neck, taste his lips.
And when he gently urges you onto your back in your childhood bed you don't fight him. You allow him to bring down your shorts and panties and even though you can't see anything other than his hair over your belly you can't stop the gasp that escapes you when his mouth begins to work over your core.
Moments later after you've come spectacularly for him, groaning out his name with your thighs quivering against his ears and your hands fisting through his hair, he crawls up next to you on the bed.
He traces over your abdomen, his dark eyes ever widened in wonder as he feels his son underneath his palm. Sunlight filters in through your bedroom window, giving him a haloed effect as he gazes down at you, his mouth swollen and damp.
"I don't know how I'm going to go back to normal life," you smile sleepily as you run a finger along his lower lip. "After being spoiled by Dieter Bravo school is sure going to pale in comparison."
Dieter keeps the smile frozen on his face but inside his stomach drops. Your schooling is going to start soon. He’s going to be separated from you. He feels his sons foot kick him and you both giggle. At least he’ll have this part of you.
He helps you into your panties and shorts before your mother returns shortly after. If she notices your flushed cheeks and Dieters extra mussed hair she doesn't comment on it.
"I cheated," your mom says with a mischievous little smile that Dieter thinks looks identical to yours as she hands you both your plates when you come to sit at the dining table. "There's a wonderful Latin restaurant in town. They make the best palta."
The food is just as good as she made it seem. Between the palta and the Estofado and variety of empanadas you’re quickly overwhelmed with taste. You take your time savoring it though, making a note to try more Chilean food in the future.
“So I guess I’ll move back tomorrow,” you say after a hot bite of your stew. “I only have the two suitcases.”
Nothing about moving back appeals to you, aside from seeing your mother on a regular basis. You know for a fact that being away from Dieter will hurt, but perhaps that’s for the best. You need to separate yourself from this silly fantasy.
"You can move back here at any time my love," your mom enthuses before casting a quick look at Dieter's downturned face. "But I think it would be best if you stayed at Dieter's. He has all that space and a pool and that chef-"
"But I don't like to think of you here all by yourself," you insist.
"Honey, don't worry about me. I lived with your father and then you for over thirty five years. I need a break."
You sputter a surprised laugh at this. This whole time you had been painting your mother as this sad tragic figure, when really she's a woman coming into her own just as much as you are. You swallow your mouthful, eyes darting to the man at your left.
"Is it okay if I stay at your place a little longer, Dieter?"
"Of course," Dieter enthuses through a mouthful of avocado. "I told you, stay as long as you like. And now your Mom can come visit whenever she likes."
You smile at this, holding in the urge to kiss him.
When Dieter rests his arm on the back of your chair during the rest of dinner you don't even register it happening. When his fingertips absently trace your upper arm as he listens to your mom talking about her job you don't notice.
But your mom notices. She notices it all.
On the drive back home your mind is a muddle of things. But mostly your heart swells with the knowledge that Dieter, a man you always thought was chronically selfish did this for you at no gain for himself.
"You didn't have to do that for me," you tell him as you walk back into Dieter’s home a short while later. He’s quiet with a faraway look in his eyes.
"I know. I just wanted to help."
The two of you are heading to the kitchen, about to put away the leftovers your mother insisted on sending home with you. Dieter takes them from your hands with a soft “I got it” before popping them in the fridge.
Dieter had always struck you as self-centered, the entire time you worked for him. From the flippant way he spoke to people in the industry he disliked, to the cavalier attitude towards other PA’s.
But right now all you can think of is the way he's continually showed up for you. The way he supports you in not only this pregnancy but your schooling, your family, your goals. You see a change in him, one that takes your breath away.
“Dieter?”
“Yeah?”
He sees your eyes and the way they go dark the longer you stare at him. The desire is so clear in your expression.
He crosses the room and his mouth comes to yours, petal soft. He sighs, hands coming to either side of your neck, thumbs propped against your jaw. You lean into the kiss, your belly sandwiched between the two of you.
"Take me to bed, Dieter."
Dieter doesn't hesitate, his arm bands around your waist guiding you to the bedroom.
He takes his time undressing you, kissing every part of your flesh he uncovers. He kisses the stretch marks on your belly, and he caresses the extra flesh that pads your body with a reverence that makes you teary.
Your stomach is getting too large for missionary so he sweetly urges you to roll onto your side, not doing anything until you’re comfortable. Only then does he makes sweet and gentle love to you, your head on his arm as he fills you slowly, watching the way your body responds to him.
He holds you delicately at first, not wanting to be too rough. But you’re eager, so fucking eager, and your hand goes to his hip, urging him to go harder, to go faster.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, your thigh over his, your body slowly being pumped into by him. You’re arching, whimpering his name as he holds you against him. Every stroke feels like adoration, every graze of his fingers against your clit feels like more than just desire.
“I need to hear you come, baby,” he murmurs, his nose running along your temple. You turn your face to him, kissing him gently as his thrusts deepen, his lips hot and needy.
“Wanna come for you,” you gasp, your body starting to clench around him tighter and tighter before your head is tilted back against his throat as you cry his name. Your body spasms as arousal coats his cock still buried within you.
“So good for me, so fucking good,” Dieter groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. Before long his eyes roll back and he’s emptying himself into you, hands gripping your chest and cunt, needing you as close as possible.
Slowly your breathing slows and you both grow drowsy. But before you fall asleep you roll until you’re facing him. He looks so beautiful staring back at you with sleepy eyes and his curls spread out on his pillow.
You kiss him gently, hand at his collar before pulling back.
"Dieter, I think you're gonna make an amazing father."
Something about the sincerity in your voice moves him to tears that he has to blink back. He draws you closer to him under the duvet, needing the warmth of your skin, the closeness of your body.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Every word."
Dieter is on a unicorn floaty, half dozing in the late morning sunshine when you ask him.
"Dieter, will you tell me about your mom?"
It comes out of nowhere one day in the pool. You're half stretched out on a purple pool noodle, your lower half submerged in the clear water as you kick lazily. Dieter turns his head when you ask him.
"What about her?"
You shift on your pool noodle, getting comfortable. "What was she like?"
Dieter takes a moment to compose his thoughts. His lower lip tends to stick out when he does it.
"Funny. Smart. Dramatic like me." Dieter grins. "She died when I was in my early twenties and sometimes I wanna be furious about all the time I didn't get to spend with her. But then I count myself lucky I had two decades."
You don't say much to that. You don't know why but you crave more knowledge about Dieter that isn't surface level. You crave more from him, almost like you need to know him better than anyone.
"She's the one who encouraged me to go into acting," Dieter continues. "She worked two jobs so she could pay for my acting classes."
"Really?"
"Yeah. She was so excited when I got the scholarship to RADA," Dieter says dragging his hand through the water.
"She sounds amazing."
"She would have loved you," Dieter says before he can stop himself. For some reason this comment causes your heart to flip.
He looks momentarily lost in thought before turning his gaze to you. His eyes scan the freckles starting on your shoulders, the light that shines in your hair. He's dazzled for a moment before he remembers that he wanted to ask you something.
"What about you? What was your dad like?"
A little smile breaks out over your features. You rarely talk about your father but right now all that comes to you are good memories.
"Smart. Scary smart actually. Like, every time we played wheel of Fortune he'd guess it within like the first two letters," you laugh gently. "He was the first person I told about my Masters program. The first person I told about a lot of stuff. He was always my cheerleader."
"Sounds like a great dad."
"He loved your movies," you say, kicking your feet in the water gently. "He made me sit through a Cliff Beasts marathon one year for his birthday."
Dieter almost falls off his floaty in shock.
"No shit. Really?"
"Yeah," you give a giggle before turning a bit reserved. "He and your mom would have gotten along, I think.”
"Bet they would have been the most amazing grandparents," Dieter says in a faraway voice.
"Definitely."
Dieter shifts in the unicorn, causing it to squeak. His sunglasses are slid back up his nose and he grows somber.
"You must be excited about starting school again," Dieter says tightly hoping the disapproval in his voice isn't obvious.
He looks over at you when you don't reply right away. You look conflicted, almost guilty as you glide a hand through the water in front of you.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm continuing on with school and everything because that's what I was doing when my dad died," you offer solemnly.
"Are you?"
"Not sure. When he died I thought it was such a natural next step to use my biology background and go into research." A niggle of doubt is there at the back of your head. "But I'm not sure that's what I want anymore."
"So you might not go back?"
Dieter hopes the eagerness in his voice isn't too obvious.
"I don't know," you answer honestly before sliding off the pool noodle and paddling in place. "I'm tired. I think I'm gonna have a nap."
Dieter watches you walk up the steps of the pool, ass twitching as you grab a towel and head into the main house. But that's not what causes the grin to start on his face.
You're not sure about going back to school.
There's hope.
"Just this once," Dieter murmurs, his teeth skating along your pulse point. "C'mon baby."
You’re on all fours, your stomach supported by a variety of pillows. Dieter is behind you, hands on your hips, his body tilting over yours. It’s a Saturday night and he’s just got back from a particularly boring table read.
His hands found yours without question when he got home not long ago, pulling you along with him to bed and whispering into your ear the one thing he’s wanted to hear since he got you pregnant.
You sigh heavily, eyes closed as he sinks into you.
"Please make me come… Daddy.”
Dieter groans lowly in his throat, his cock driving into you deeply. You're too overwhelmed by the sensation to be turned off by the honorific. And if he’d just left it at that, you could have continued without further distraction.
But Dieter is completely turned on by the expression, his hands coming to hold yours to the mattress as he tilts his mouth to your temple.
"Yeah, you made me a Daddy," Dieter breathes against your ear as he thrusts. "You like that? Huh? Daddy fucking you?"
“Not at all,” you cringe, unable to help yourself from laughing. The entire ‘Daddy’/‘Mommy’ thing has never turned you on. “I hate it worse than baby mama.”
Dieter sighs, his motions slowing. "C'mon."
"It's creepy," you tell him. "I don't like the Daddy thing."
"Fine," Dieter grumbles as his motions slow further. "Just wanted a little dirty talk is all."
Dieter’s thrusting has gone from staccato-ed to completely still. You glance over your shoulder at him with your brows raised. His cheeks are red, he’s embarrassed. Dieter rarely gets embarrassed like this and you find it completely endearing.
“I was just trying to have a little fun,” Dieter pouts, about to pull out of you.
“Hey hey, I like fun,” you tell him, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck so he can’t leave in a huff. You start to push back against his length, gratified when you hear him give a muffled whimper into your shoulder.
“Like maybe you tie me up sometime?”
“You’d let me do that?” Dieter asks in awe, his cock slipping further into you. You groan at the sensation, arm dropping as you gain purchase on the mattress once more. His thrusting is increasing in tempo again, stoking that pleasured spot within you.
“Yeah,” you breathe softly. “Yeah, I would.”
And you mean it. You’ve never done it with anyone else, but you would with Dieter. He doesn’t do things harsh and cruel. He touches you reverently. You trust him.
“I’d let you tie my wrists and ankles,” you tell him, body arching as he continues to thrust. “Let you have your way with me.”
Dieter gives a guttural choke at the very thought of it. You tied up, spread eagle on his bed so he could go down on you for hours. Pulling delicious fucking noises from you as you writhe for him.
“Would you want that?” you tease, knowing very well he would. “Having me at your mercy, Dieter? Fucking me exactly how you want?”
“Yes,” Dieter almost shouts, “fuck yes I would. Please…. Fuck I…”
His forehead dips to your shoulder blade as he pulls you back and forth against his length, jutting his hips forward. You feel so good, so silken and tight and perfect and he can’t believe this is happening. That you’ve fallen into this comfortably rhythm of give and take. That you can be vulnerable with him like this.
“How would you fuck me?” you ask, feeling your climax approaching. “Tell me, Dieter, I’m so close.”
“Would eat you out for hours. Wouldn’t…. wouldn’t be able to help myself,” Dieter grunts, his cock quickly pressing into you over and over. “Then I’d turn you over...a-and I’d tie your wrists together, mmmph…. And I’d…I’d-“
Dieter doesn’t get to finish that thought because he feels you hit your peak, whining out his name as you climax. Dieter feels your cunt milking his cock and his voice croaks out some garbled gibberish as he empties himself into you.
You fall asleep not long after that, your naked body glowing in the moonlight like some goddess of myth. He realizes he would do anything to keep you like this. Happy and sated and with him.
But mostly, he wants you to want him.
"You said you got into RADA right?"
"Yeah, but I didn't go," Dieter says as he goes over his latest script suggestion from his agent. "Got a reoccurring part in a soap opera a few weeks before I was starting and then the first Cliff Beasts and then, well, you know the rest."
"Do you still have your audition tape?"
"It's on YouTube. Some asshole uploaded it when I got nominated for my Oscar."
"Really? Can we watch it?"
"Knock yourself out."
Dieter watches you waddle to the tv room, excitedly bringing YouTube up on the television and typing Dieter Bravo RADA audition.
You sit on the couch, looking eagerly up at the screen. A very fresh-faced Dieter pops up.
"Oh my gosh you're so young!" You say with a girlish giggle. "So weird to see you without a beard."
Dieter can't help but casually make his way over to the couch, plopping down next to you and watching his younger self.
"Hi my name is Dieter Bravo and I would like to submit myself for acceptance into your program," the young Dieter says, eyes bright and smile big. "Today I'll be performing Gloumov’s monologue from The Diary of a Scoundrel” by Alexander Ostrovsky."
"Your voice is so different."
The young Dieter positions himself slightly to the left of the screen.
"Barely out of puberty." Dieter casts a critical eye over his formerly svelte frame. "And about fifty pounds lighter."
"I like how you look now," you answer honestly. "More manly."
Before Dieter can accept that compliment his younger self is starting the scene.
"Look into my eyes. Can’t you see there that I’d rather die than cause you a moment’s pain?"
Young Dieter takes a moment, his dark eyes beguiling as he stares into the camera, overcome, before continuing. And there on the screen You see the same transformation that you saw back on set in Ireland. Where Dieter becomes the character.
"Oh, if you only knew how many times your sweet, gentle smile has stopped me on the very brink of impropriety," the young Dieter pauses, his eyes shiny.
"But even that day when I forgot myself, you didn’t turn me from the house! Oh, my God, what happiness you’ve given me. What happiness, what happiness!"
A tear is shining on young Dieter's cheek as he gives a soft smile into the camera, a look of relief on his face.
"Holy shit," you breathe, eyes wide. "Dieter that was ... Really good."
"You sound surprised."
"Well I guess ... I've only really seen you in the Cliff Beasts movies. I didn't know you could, you know, act-act."
"You thought I won an Oscar for having a great personality?"
You give him a playful shove as Dieter's younger self comes back to the screen.
"Thank you for your time. Hope I see you in the fall."
Dieter plucks the remote from the coffee table about to change it to something less him. He tires of seeing his face on televisions and phones and sides of buses.
Something captures his attention though, one of the suggested videos on the right.
"Hmmm, there's a video on home births," Dieter says as he navigates the screen. "Wanna watch? Might prep us."
"Sure."
Thirty minutes later Dieter pauses the television, both of you sitting shell-shocked next to one another.
"That was a terrible idea."
"I agree."
The camera had captured everything. In HD detail. Up close. Including a very vivid image of a baby crowning.
"That's what's gonna happen to me?" You say in a high pitched voice, struggling to your feet. "I can't do that!"
You've been reading books ever since the strip turned pink, but actually seeing it is totally different.
"A little late for that," Dieter says from the couch watching you begin to pace back and forth in front of the television.
"That was disgusting," you say with a particularly aggressive jab of your finger towards the television. "Did you know about the placenta? It's like I have to give birth twice!"
"At least it's not twins," Dieter offers weakly. He doesn't miss the irritation that flashes in your eyes.
"Should we watch the rest?"
"Your call," Dieter shrugs. You take a moment, looking at the television paused on a serious looking doctor.
You take your seat next to Dieter once more. "Okay. I'm ready."
Twelve minutes later the movie is shut off indefinitely.
"An episiotomy?" You practically shriek before leaving the room. "If that happens I'm charging you extra, Bravo!"
Your mother starts to come over weekly for coffee. The first time she does you show her the nursery. She's all smiles and wet eyes as she walks around the space. You know she's marveling at the high-end designer items, the impossibly soft sheets and ornately carved crib. You never grew up with expensive things like that.
When the two of you make your way into the kitchen and you make her a coffee she smiles up at you.
"Dieter told me about the charity he's thinking of creating."
You almost drop the espresso cup that you're holding. "You talk with Dieter?"
"Of course," she nods. "He calls me to update me on the baby and texts the odd photo every now and again."
"What?!"
You're struck dumb by this. Your mother barely texts you, and now she's best friends with your boss? She smiles at your discomfiture. But you’re blown away, and a little irritated since you also send your mom updates via email almost daily when she’s not here for her weekly (decaf) coffee checkups and snuggles.
"You fit right in here."
"I'm just part of the scenery until the baby gets here" you smile pouring her the coffee and sliding the mug towards her across the counter. "Then it's back to school and on my way to a PhD for research."
You slice up the carrot cake that Petra made for your visit (along with your help), sliding a plate to your mother and taking one for yourself.
"I wanted to talk to you about that," your mom says, gaze curious. "Why are you doing the PhD thing?"
You sit across from her, brows raised. "You know why, Mom."
"It’s just you never wanted one before your father passed," she says lightly. "You said your Masters was enough."
You don't know why but you feel defensive.
"Well when he died I wanted to do something to honor him I guess. What better way to do that than by helping with the research?"
"Your father was a smart man, he was amazing at his job and so proud of you, you know that," your mother tells you before placing a dry hand over yours. "But his biggest joy in life was being a father."
"What are you getting at?"
"I'm saying I don't want you to dedicate your life to something because you feel like you should. This is your life, my love. You only get one."
"I know."
"There are plenty of ways to give back, to honor your father and still be around to watch your son grow up."
Your hackles immediately rise and she can tell the second they do.
"I'm sorry," she says quickly when she sees the expression on your face. "Never mind. Let's talk about something else."
The rest of the visit flows smoothly, but you can’t ignore the way your mother looks at you whenever you mention Dieter.
"Taco Bell."
Dieter is woken out of a deep sleep by your lips at his ear. You're curled up together in his bed, your belly prodding his lower back.
"A Burrito supreme and a large Baja blast… And Cinnamon Twists…And four fire sauce packets."
You're warm against his spine, voice a soft whisper huffed along his earlobe. He’s dazed, his eyes blurry as he attempts to understand what’s happening.
"Huh?"
"I need Taco Bell," you urge. "Please?"
A quick glance at his phone tells him that it's nearing 2:00 a.m.
"S'too late for the delivery apps, baby," he murmurs, patting your thigh companionably as if the conversation is now over.
For the most part, Dieter can anticipate and appease your cravings. Usually through Petra or food delivery apps. But at almost two in the morning he has access to neither.
You don't care.
You've been tossing and turning for hours because all you can think about is the beans and tomato and beef... You're practically drooling already. You pat his bottom politely, trying to signal he needs to get out of bed.
"The drive thru is open."
"It's late."
"But I need it," you whine.
You have no interest in attempting to drive one of Dieter's fancy foreign cars he keeps in the large garage. And it's too late to call a town car so you're stuck.
"No one ever needs Taco Bell. Bringing that shit in here is offensive," he mutters into his pillow. "S'full of filler and chemicals."
You give a soft exhale through your nose, about to flop onto your back in defeat when something occurs to you. Something else that you're craving as well.
Dieter is drifting back to sleep when he feels the light graze of your hand sliding over his hip. He thinks he's imagining it, but as the sensation continues his cock begins to stir. He goes rigid as your hand slides under his boxers, fingertips teasing his warm length as he groans.
"You do this for me and I'll do something for you when you get back," you purr, tongue coming to trace his lobe. "Daddy."
Dieter jumps out of the bed and nearly trips in his pursuit to grab his car keys as he simultaneously tugs on his sweatpants.
"You want cheesy potatoes too?"
When you wake up at seven months pregnant and see your reflection one morning you almost burst into tears.
You’re standing in front of the dresser mirror in your bikini, the only one left that fits. Your tits are practically bursting out of the cups, the bottoms tie at your hips dig into your flesh. You feel huge, you feel ugly and you feel not yourself.
There’s a knock at the bedroom door. Dieter peeks around, already dressed for the pool, a pink towel slung over his freckled shoulder.
“Swim time?”
Usually you swim by yourself, but Dieter has a rare free morning this week and he wants to take advantage. It had seemed like such a nice suggestion at breakfast, but now you balk, wishing you had anything else to wear but your fucking bikini.
Before it hadn’t mattered, but today you feel gross. You want to cover up as much as possible and you reach for your towel. But Dieter’s eyes are already drifting over your body, his cock stirring.
Dieter takes in the way your stomach protrudes out in the bikini, a beacon of fertility; his son nestled there safe within your body. He moves into the room, the towel dropping without thought onto the floor behind him.
"You're exquisite," Dieter breathes, his hand coming to rest on your belly. You feel his thumb gently rub, his eyes sparkling as he continues to stare at you.
"I look disgusting," you say cringing away from him. Dieter won't let go of your wrist as you try to flee.
"Are you fucking insane?"
“Dieter stop,” you say, wincing away from him and trying to pull your wrist out of his warm grip.
"You don't believe me," Dieter states flatly.
"No I don't," you reply sharply. "It's what everyone tells pregnant women so they don't feel shitty about looking like a house."
Dieter blinks at you as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing before he’s shaking his head. His hands slide to your plush hips, turning you back to face the dresser. His eyes have blown pitch black, and his hands can’t stop from running along your body.
"Look at her," Dieter groans into your ear. "Look at that sexy thing in the mirror."
"Dieter-"
"Keep looking," he urges you, hand gently forcing your face in the direction of the mirror before his hands slide up your bikini top over your breasts, pebbling the nipples. You swallow at the sensation, not even protesting when he unties it at the back, letting the colorful fabric drop to the ground.
You stand there in nothing but your bikini bottoms, cheeks flushed as Dieter groans deliciously behind you. His hands come to cup your tits, thumbs grazing the protruding nipples.
“See her gorgeous fucking tits?”
You cringe away from the mirror, hating how you look. But if Dieter is lying about how turned on he is, he’s a better actor than you ever gave him credit for because his cock is swelling against your lower back, stiff and pulsing.
You let him untie your bikini bottoms, finding yourself already slick between your legs when they drop to the ground along with everything else. You watch in the mirror as Dieter sheds his swim shorts before gently urging you to place your forearms on the dresser.
You can only watch his face as he notches his cock at the entrance to your pussy, rubbing the head there and gathering the copious amounts of slick. His eyes flick from your face to your cunt as if he can’t decide which he needs to see more.
“Keep watching yourself, beautiful,” He rasps as he sinks into you, cock thick and full as you gasp. You’ll never tire of that sensation, the first thrust of his cock inside you. Your head falls forward but Dieter’s hand is there, gently making a fist in your hair and urging your face to the mirror.
"See how beautiful she looks when she's taking my cock?"
You can't see shit. Your belly is ballooned so far out you can barely handle it. But you look at your face and you see the heavy eyes and parted lips. You see the way you arch into Dieter’s body and how he towers over you and yeah... It's hot.
"Cock drunk," Dieter tells you with a swell of pride. "All sexy and sleepy looking."
His hands come to brace yours on the dresser, his dark eyes fixed on yours in the mirror.
"You see her?" Dieter pants, teeth gritting. "You see her tits bouncing? Feel her sweet pussy taking my cock? She's fucking magnificent. How can you say she’s not the sexiest thing alive?"
The way he talks about your reflection makes you almost jealous until you remember that it's you he's talking about.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," Dieter babbles as he nears his orgasm. “Never been more turned on in my fucking life.”
And he means it. He means every fucking word. He can’t stop touching you, kissing your shoulder, your cheek, your mouth when you tilt back to face him. You whimper his name when he starts to fuck into you harder and harder.
“Come deep, Dieter,” you grunt. “Fuck me full.”
He does with one final thrust, painting your insides as he cries out your name.
Despite this interlude you still suffer with crisis of confidence at times in the coming weeks. Your back is in constant pain. You waddle when you walk. You've never felt less attractive.
Dieter is obsessed. He can't stop finding reasons to touch you, brushing your lower back when he passes you in the hall.
All pretenses of employer and employee are gone. You’re basically in his bed every night, fucking him whenever you get the chance. Neither of you observe it outright, but it’s there lingering under the surface every time he asks if you’re ready to go to bed. It’s there when you shower together, washing each other’s hair. It’s there when you both murmur good morning and let him kiss you languidly over coffee.
When he catches you napping in the sunshine on his couch he's so taken with you that you wake up to find his curly head between your legs and his mouth bringing you to a gentle orgasm. You keen against his lips, hands going to card through his hair as you come.
You know why he's like this. It's because things are coming rapidly to an end. Once the baby is here this all ends. This ready access to sex, you lounging around his house. He'll have a newborn and you'll have a new life. You won't see him. You'll have your money, you'll be going back to school, and your mom's mortgage is paid off.
Dieter knows how you feel about snuggling and he goes to pull away.
"Don't," you say, arms outstretched, mouth twisted into a pout. Dieter stares at you in surprise, big puppy dog eyes wide. It makes you melt. He wraps himself around you, face nuzzling into your neck. The two of you snuggle there as you flick on the television to a Christmas special.
Just when you think Dieter is becoming a mature and sensible adult you feel him sigh heavily behind you.
“I'm not watching that depressing Christmas movie!" Dieter insists when It’s a Wonderful Life starts up. "I wanna watch the Muppet Christmas Carol!"
He can’t understand why you can’t stop laughing.
One quiet morning with Dieter filming audio reshoots for the Rogue Duchess you sit at the kitchen table, pensive. You stare at the pro and con list you've made sitting in front of you.
Ever since the conversation with your mother you've been second guessing your next steps post birth. Are you just doing it because you think you should be? Are you doing it because that's what you were doing when your dad died? Are you doing it because of misplaced guilt?
Your dad had been so proud of you, telling everyone about your Masters problem and how you were well on your way to a PhD like him.
He talked fondly about having two doctors and a nurse in the house, joking that your home would become like Grey's Anatomy.
Even then you'd felt a bit of the pressure to perform. To pursue a PhD to make him proud. In all your focus and pursuit you'd never really stopped to ask yourself... Is this what you want?
Pros
- honor dad
- get to be called doctor at the end
Cons
- no social life
- have to move to Sacramento for several years
- not guaranteed a job I like when I graduate
- away from mom
- STRESS
- possible burnout
- job market is competitive
- won't necessarily make me happy
You need to add something else. Something that's been in the back of your head screaming for your attention. You raise your pen to the paper, adding your final item to the con list.
- Too far away from Dieter and Bubble.
And then a sentence you write and then immediately erase before crumpling the entire paper up in a ball.
- I'm in love with Dieter.
[8:43am] D: It hasn't even started and I'm bored out of my fucking mind
[8:44am]: Dieter it'll be fun.
[8:44am] D: no it won't. I HATE these fucking marathon interview days
Hours and hours of sitting with Mia and the rest of the crew talking about the upcoming film being released in a few months. He's covered in concealer and powder, his stylist has him in some absurdly patterned shirt that itches and he desperately needs a cigarette.
[8:45am] D: I wanna be at home with you---
He hesitates before deleting that last message. He can't send you messages like that. You're not dating, no matter how much it feels like you are. He feels twitchy now, all out of sorts as he thinks about you home and waiting for him.
He sneaks off to the corner of the hotel, hoping he can get off a few puffs before Diane wrangles him back inside.
He lights his cigarette, puffing away. He scans the space to make sure it's just hotel employees before he brings out his phone, going through his photos. He lands on the one from the other night, you mid laugh as the Jenga tower falls. You look so happy, so at ease.
He’s so ridiculously in love with you.
How can he let you go? How can he go from seeing you every day to you becoming a stranger? You've got one foot out the door at all times and he doesn’t want to hold you back from your dreams.
It was so easy to play house these past few months. To pretend like you were his. He was such a fool.
"Spare one?"
Dieter fumbles the phone, shoving it a hastily back into his jacket pocket. Its Mia dressed in a sleek black number, her makeup and hair perfect. She motions to the cigarette between his long fingers.
"My last one," he says ruefully.
Mia holds out her manicured fingers in his direction. "A quick puff then."
Dieter relents, handing it off to her. She takes a long drag, enjoying the curl of the smoke as the two of them stand shoulder to shoulder in silence. It feels awkward being together alone, the two of them haven't spoken since Prague. Dieter feels the need to fill the silence.
"How's Sam?"
"He's good," Mia nods. "He's not secretly in love with his assistant so it's already much better than my last relationship."
Dieter can't help but let out a small chuckle at that. Mia has been seen all over the tabloids in recent weeks with her hunky new Scottish co-star. Mia looks at Dieter with a small tilt of her head, squinting up at him.
"You tell her yet?"
"Tell who what?"
Mia takes another drag off the cigarette, giving him a leveling look. "You know who and you know what."
Dieter says nothing, watching as Mia holds the cigarette aloft. She gives a dramatic sign when she sees. He's going to make her have to say it.
"Have you told your PA that you're fucking crazy about her," Mia says flatly. "That you want to marry her and have tons of little Bravo's running around."
"I do not."
"Maybe just the one little Bravo then," Mia smiles, handing him his cigarette. He feels her heavy gaze on him and he knows that she deserves answers. He put her through a lot and she has been gracious as hell about it.
He sighs heavily before twisting to face her head-on. "No, I haven't."
"Why not?"
"It’s…complicated."
"What's complicated about love?"
"She told me she doesn't want to be a part of the baby's life."
"Back when she thought you only wanted to be together because you got her pregnant."
"She doesn't want me."
"Dieter I see how she looks at you. The girl is utterly besotted."
"Might want to tell her that," Dieter huffs in forced amusement.
Despite all the time you’ve spent together, you’ve really never made it clear how you feel about Dieter. Yes, you like the sex and you laugh with him. But you’ve never actually made overtures, talked about the future. You think of a future that doesn’t include him or your son.
Mia pauses for a moment, thinking about something. Her eyes scan the vicinity and before Dieter can do anything Mia grips him by the collar and plants a chaste kiss to his lips. Dieter pulls back immediately, his face cloudy.
"What the fuck-"
"You'll thank me," Mia promises.
He goes to say something to her about how uncool that was but a text from you sails in, almost as if fate is giving him the prompt he needs.
[8:58am]: If I wanted to postpone school for a little bit, do you think I could still stay with you? I could pay rent and everything. I think I just want to reconsider some things. Dunno if school is where I want to be right now.
“Fuck yes,” Dieter breathes, re-reading the message several times to make sure he’s not reading it wrong. You want to stay. You want to stay longer with him. He's still staring at your text with a goofy smile on his face when Mia’s voice sounds out beside him.
“Dieter, c'mon! Interviews are starting.”
He shoves his phone into his pocket, his grin bright as he follows Mia back inside the hotel for the marathon of interviews.
You want to stay.
The alert comes through on your phone, the setting still stuck on sending you Dieter Bravo related news items.
You're relaxing on one of the chairs in the backyard, one hand gently rubbing your belly, the other holding your latest crime thriller novel.
When the alert goes off its instinct to shut the book and retrieve the phone from the table beside you. Normal to scan the links that show up.
BRAV-ROWE ROMANCE BACK ON?
You sit up slowly, holding your expansive belly and grunting angrily. You continue reading as you walk inside, pacing around the kitchen.
Bravo, 40, and Rowe, 25, were spotted earlier today stealing kisses between interviews for their upcoming release The Rogue Heiress. What’s setting tongues wagging is that Rowe has also been recently seen getting cozy with Sam Heughen, 43, back in her native England only last week. Was Sam just a distraction from her real feelings for Bravo? Or is this just a cleverly executed publicity stunt for their upcoming film?
You slam your phone down onto the counter, irritation flooding you all over.
What the fuck?
Here you are pining over this guy and he's off kissing his ex?
Even their couple name is adorable. It fits. Your cheeks are flaming red at the realization that you fell for it. You fell for his lines, for his sweet eyes and sweeter mouth. You let yourself get swept up in a romance that isn't even real.
Dieter is an actor. He knows how to fake anything.
"I'm so fucking stupid," you say shaking your head. Bubble gives a gentle kick, drawing your attention back to the present.
“Sorry honey. Mom’s not stupid. Just fucking naive.”
It's dark when Dieter finally makes it home, shrugging of his jacket and toeing off his shoes. He wants to go to bed, to hold you after this long and boring day.
But you're not in bed. You're seated on the couch with the TV off. Your crossword book is beside you but you don't look like you've been working on it. Dieter feels a smile break out over his features at the sight of you in his home.
"Hi baby," he murmurs as he approaches, confused when you slowly turn to face him with a furious look on your face. "What’s wrong?"
“Have anything to tell me?”
“Uh…no?”
He watches you throw your head back and give an obviously false laugh. “No?”
“No.”
“Kiss any old girlfriends lately, Dieter?”
Dieter is stunned. How the hell did you find out about that? "How-"
"It's all over TMZ and now all the other news outlets," you say, teeth clenching. Dieter thinks about the way Mia checked around them before kissing him. You take a seat on the couch, arms crossed over your chest.
"I didn't just go kiss her," Dieter defends, coming to sit next to you. "She kissed me."
"Didn't really seem like you were fighting her on it."
You hold up your phone where the picture of Mia kissing Dieter is blown up. It's clear you've been studying the picture. Mia’s hand is on his collar, Dieter’s hand is on hers, but only so that he could pull it off. But to the outside viewer this looks very intimate.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
“No? Because what it looks like is you kissing your ex girlfriend.”
Dieter takes in the red of your cheeks and the way you’re clenching your jaw and despite everything a little thrill goes through him.
"Why are you so upset?" Dieter purrs.
"I'm not," you insist.
You feel furious and out of sorts and you can't tell him why because you'll sound like a jealous girlfriend which you absolutely aren't.
"You sound upset."
"Well I'm not." You chew at your bottom lip angrily. "It's just rude you know? Sleeping with me and seeing Mia. Does she-"
"I'm not seeing Mia," Dieter interjects.
"I have eyes Dieter," you scoff.
"She gave me a quick peck after we talked about Sam Heughan, her boyfriend, who she is in a committed relationship with."
"Yeah right."
Dieter stops a moment to take in your flushed cheeks, bright eyes and the arms that cross in front of you. You don’t want him to be seeing Mia and that can only mean one thing and that makes Dieter feel warm all over. His arm is on the back of the couch, almost behind your shoulders.
"You're jealous."
"I'm not," you insist, face heating.
"Then why are you acting like this?" He probes, shifting closer to you on the couch. "Tell me the truth."
He’s so close and he smells so good and you just fucking… you just…
"Because you're mine."
It comes spilling out of you like a dam, a rush, a torrent of words that once said cannot be taken back. But for once you don’t want them taken back. You want him to know exactly what you mean, especially as you launch yourself towards him, your arms going around his neck, your stomach plump between the two of you. Dieter is grinning so widely his face might crack as he gazes at you on his lap.
"I'm yours?"
"Yes," you all but growl, pushing him backwards until his broad shoulders hit the seat cushions of the couch and you begin straddling his prone body. His cock is rock hard through his pants, pressing into your core through your panties.
You tug them to the side, not even bothering to take them off. Dieter is already sliding off his pants and boxers, smiling up at you eagerly. He's pulsing between your thighs, hissing with pleasure as you notch him at your soaked entrance.
"Not hers," you grunt, sliding down his length with an aching groan escaping both of you. "No one else's. Just mine. You understand me, Bravo?"
You're staking your claim and Dieter is turned on out of his mind. You've never been possessive over him before, never been so commanding. Never been so clear in your desire for him.
"Yes!"
He wishes he could hold you in his arms, but being laid out flat on his couch while you ride him isn't exactly torture. Your pussy milks his cock, a vice -like grip around his thick length.
"I'm yours," Dieter repeats, thrusting up into your wet heat. "Just yours, baby."
"You only fuck me," you command, starting to bounce up and down in his lap the best you can with your swollen belly. His expression is pure delight, his wide palm on your hips.
"Yes."
"Only I make you c-come," you try to sound authoritative but your hips are rolling over his and he feels so good. You're barrelling towards an orgasm with every husky assurance from him.
"Only you," Dieter assures you, hands tightening around your gyrating hips. "And I only wanna make you come, baby. Only want you in my bed. Only you."
He's rambling and your eyes are cheating to the back of your head. You crest so fast, hands flying to the back of the couch so you can steady yourself. His hands slide up under your shirt and go to your breasts, pinching your pebbled nipples as you keen.
"C'mon baby," Dieter encourages as he watches your head tilt back. "Take what's yours."
"Mine," you pant as you start to come, head lolling forward. Your body starts to give small little twitches as you groan. "Mine, mine, mine."
"Yours," Dieter breathes, gazing up at you. "Only yours."
He feels you come, soaking his cock with your release. He groans at the sight of your fucked out expression, your hips still undulating.
"Now you," you command in a soft mewl. "Come for me, Dieter. Give my what's mine."
Your hands go to brace yourself on his chest, your hips lifting only to slide harshly back down, taking him as deep as possible. He feels a pleasurable stripe go up his spine.
"It's all yours," he offers before his own pleasure overtakes him at the sight of your heavy-lidded expression. He comes deep, deeper than he ever has and he does so whimpering your name.
You're both panting and you groan slightly as you pull yourself off of him, sitting back against the couch. Dieter rests there a few moments, his softened cock resting against his belly. He's smiling up at the ceiling like a madman.
Then he's stripping off all his clothes and standing before urging you to do the same.
"I'm fucking you in the shower," Dieter tells you as he pulls your t-shirt up over your head. "I want you to give me another one."
But you don't just give just him another one because it doesn't end in the shower. Or on the kitchen counter after a midnight snack. But in his bed where he urges you to the end of the bed and fucks you slowly standing next to the mattress, your thighs spread beautifully for him as his cock lazily saws in and out of you.
His hands grip your thighs tightly, urging you to bounce against his hips. Your bodies move together, the pleasure increasing.
“So good,” you croon, your forehead dotted with sweat. “You feel so perfect, Dieter.”
You’re babbling, high on the pleasure of his cock and his nearness. Dieter revels in it, the way you’re unabashedly giving him praise, the way you don’t stop him or shy away from him whispering sweet nothings into your neck.
“And I’m all yours,” he promises. You almost think you can read love in his eyes as they gaze down at you.
“I’m all yours,” you tell him back without thought.
His thrusts increase, his hands holding you tightly, fingers splayed over your clit. He teases and rubs until you’re on the brink of another orgasm and you finally come in tandem, both of you trembling.
“That’s my girl,” he groans, kissing behind your ear as you shiver.
You don’t tell him you’re not his girl because right now you feel like you could be.
You wake up the next morning in Dieter’s bed with one of his legs wedged in between yours, his arm draped over your middle and his forehead against your neck. It feels right and it feels perfect and as your sleep clears…A mixture of shame and disbelief overtakes your body.
What the fuck was that last night?
You'd been almost mad with rage at the sight of that TMZ pic. And when he'd come onto the couch you'd just felt this strange possessiveness overtake you.
Just want you in my bed. Only you.
Those words were so nice to hear. So gratifying. And you believed him about Mia and the photo. It had been all too easy to move past it, to allow him to lick into your mouth as he fucked you. You glance over your shoulder to see him sleeping, his hair falling into his closed eyes.
Mine.
No. Not mine.
He's not yours. He can't be.
He's Dieter Bravo and you're you. Thinking that somehow you could be together is a delusion. Dieter just hates being alone. And he knows that being a father is a huge deal. He knows that it's all going to rest on his shoulders and he's looking for a lifeline as your due date grows rapidly closer.
He doesn't actually have feelings for you.
It's just that Mia might be out of the picture and he's clinging to whatever is in the vicinity - today it happens to be you. Tomorrow it'll be whatever model he's paired with at the next photo shoot.
You've known him long enough to know his moods and his ever changing interests. In a couple of months when the baby is here and you're in Sacramento he'll probably have forgotten your name.
The thought hurts if you linger on it. He's just clinging to a lifeline and you can't be around when he does inevitably move onto the next woman because it'll break your heart.
You need to get the apartment now. You need to find out where you're going to be staying next semester. You need to be planning your life post birth.
He didn’t even write back to your text yesterday even though it said he’d read it. The one asking if you could stay longer, that you were considering postponing school. And you know why – because this wasn’t the plan. Because Dieter’s interest is waning and you know it.
You pull yourself from the bed, out of Dieter’s warm arms and you try your best not to look back at his still sleeping form as you tiptoe out of the room.
You return sometime in the afternoon to Dieter storming around the kitchen, looking frantic. He barrels towards you, tugging your hands that you quickly slide out of his grip.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?"
“I had it on silent.”
"Where were you?"
"I was at the library," you say as if it were the most obvious answer. Dieter looks like he’s been fisting his hands through his hair all day.
"You're not supposed-"
"I know I’m not supposed to leave, but I wore sunglasses and no one recognized me." You put your purse down on the ground. "I just needed somewhere quiet to organize my thoughts. I needed to research apartments without distractions."
"Apartments," Dieter repeats slowly.
"Yeah, for next semester," You say breezily as you push past him and make your way into the kitchen. He follows hot on your heels like a desperate puppy all big eyes and furrowed brows.
"Next semester? I thought you were thinking of postponing?"
He watches you glance around in the fridge before pulling out a bowl of blueberries that Petra has left for you.
"No point," you say, popping one in your mouth. "I decided I need to get focused and start as soon as possible. That reminds me though; I don't think I can really stay long after the baby is born. I'll want to get to Sacramento as soon as possible."
Dieter looks as if you've punched him. He's gone pale, his large eyes luminous. He's sagging against the counter as if his own body can't support him anymore.
"What? Why?"
"I told you, I need to focus," you tell him, popping the blueberries back into the fridge. "And I know that I don't get paid until the Bubble is born but I'm wondering if I can get half now? I need to put a down payment on an apartment out there."
"You're buying an apartment in Sacramento?"
"Of course," you say, taking a deep breath. "I'll be in school for a few years; the rest of my Masters then the PhD, then my residency out there. Makes sense."
"But ... You weren’t even sure about it," Dieter says weakly.
"That was before I really thought about it," You say, shrugging. "I can't sit around my boss's house all day organizing his next manicure and making sure his latest fuck buddies sign NDA's."
Dieter straightens immediately, his jaw clenching.
Too far.
As soon as you say it you wish you could take it back. It's an ugly, unfair thing to say and you both know it. But you feel exposed, like a raw nerve.
Dieter feels everything inside him twisting hideously. He was so fucking deluded to think you'd stay, to think you'd fallen for him the same way he has for you. He wants to scream at his idiocy.
How are you just so okay with this? How can you walk away like the last several months have meant nothing?
Dieter can only stare at you, his eyes going from wide to narrowed. His hand curls into a loose fist at his side, the other still braced on the counter.
“There's a contract," Dieter all but growls. "You get your money once the baby is born."
"I know,” you say quickly. “It's just that the tuition is due this month to hold my spot for next semester."
"That's not my problem."
You take a step back, brows knitted. You weren’t expecting that.
“But-“
"You signed a contract stipulating that you wouldn't get the money until the baby is born," Dieter croaks. "So there's your answer."
He turns from you, heading down the hallway to his art studio. You follow close behind, waddling quickly to keep up.
"Dieter I can't afford the place without that money."
"Read the contract," he snaps. "You signed it."
He quickly moves into the studio, slamming the door behind him.
He hears you on the other side of the door, breathing heavily. He’s worried you’re crying.
Finally he hears you shuffle away and he moves to the window, sitting in the chair he reserved for you when you return home with your son. He imagined painting both of you, the light bathing you both in a dreamy glow.
Dieter is devastated, his head resting heavily in his hands as he fights back the urge to sob.
What the fuck happened? One minute you were insisting he was yours, your bodies working together beautifully. The next second you're telling him you're halfway out the door.
You don’t want to be a mother. You never did. You always made that perfectly clear. He was just too besotted to understand. He looks around his art room, feeling a fury building within him. What the fuck has this all been for? Why the fuck is he so fucking stupid? Why did he have to go and fall in love with you?
He needs drugs. He needs alcohol. He needs something to take this stabbing pain away. And just as his trembling hand goes to his phone to call up Corey Brigham he glances up at the painting he's been currently working on.
It's an oil painting image from a dream he had recently. One where he stands in the ocean up to his knees, the wind gentle and the day mild. Dieter is holding you back against him, his head over your shoulder, both of you gazing down at the tiny infant in your arms.
And there's his son, eyes closed, a soft smile on his face. The image of what Dieter things he’ll look like.
My son.
The cell phone is pushed back into his pocket. He's not living just for himself anymore. He's got a son he will put before himself in all ways. His son will not grow up with an absent father like Dieter did.
All of a sudden his studio door bursts open. You look harried as you stride in, fixing him with a glare. He knows you want to tell him off and he wishes you didn't look so beautiful when you’re angry.
"You're not supposed to be in here," Dieter insists, feeling a stab of anxiety go through him as you walk towards him. He leaps up from the chair, almost tripping over himself in his desire to usher you out of the room.
“We were in the middle of a conversation,” you snap. “You can’t just-“
Your cutting remarks die before they can be completely formed because as you glance around the room your eyes widen in shock.
Dieter’s art room has always been a mix of canvas, paint spills, old coffee cups and grotesque sculptures. But right now all of the painted canvases are positioned around the room, sketches lining the drafting table under the window.
And they are all of you.
Ones of you with your belly swollen, sleeping on the couch. Others of you cross legged at the table hunched over your laptop. There's one of you with your face serene as you lay the bathtub, that night Dieter and you talked for hours. Snapshots of time, your belly at different stages.
"Are these..." You go over to a stack of sketches. “Are these all me?”
Dieter is silent, his eyes drifting to your face when you take in the portrait he did of the three of you. Your hand goes to your belly instinctively as you take in the image.
“I always imagined he’d look like that,” you say with a soft little huff.
Your eyes go to the drafting table, sketches in charcoal sticking out to you. Some are dated as far back as Ireland, some even before that. Your fingers linger on one in particular of you chewing your bottom lip in thought, a pencil raised between your fingers. You glance at the date.
“This was before I was pregnant.” You trail off, gaze moving back to his face. "How long have you been sketching me?"
Dieter shrugs and for the first time since you've known him he looks truly embarrassed.
"A while."
You move slowly towards him. "Why?"
He sighs, only steps away from you now.
"Isn't it obvious?"
You swallow, feeling your heart pound a devastating rhythm. No, this can’t be real. He can’t be suggesting what you think he is. And yet as he stands there, dark eyes wet you can’t help but wish for it to be real.
“I'm crazy about you,” Dieter confesses.
No, not confesses. That would suggest he wanted to keep it hidden, when it’s anything but.
“I just want to be with you all the time. I want to share everything with you. My life, my home, my everything. I want you here in this house with our son. I want to support you going back to school. I want to make you happy in any way I can but I want you to do it as mine.”
You want to say something, to say anything to this grand romantic speech, but your throat has tightened and your mouth gone dry. All you can do is stand there, staring at him like a pregnant idiot.
“And I know that’s selfish to say and I know it’s useless because you don’t love me back but I-I just needed you to know before you left,” Dieter continues, tears wetting the side of his cheek.
“You don’t need to love me back. Our son is a piece of you and if that’s all I can have of your love, that’s enough for me. He’s more than enough. I just. . . I needed you to know the truth, all of it. I fell for you way before you got pregnant, but after this time together I just, I’m...I love you.”
And now his tears are brushed away by the back of his hand and he looks as if he’s going to turn away from you, overcome with everything that he’s just admitted.
You can barely see through the tears in your eyes. All the feelings that have been swirling within you compel you to pitch forward, your hands outstretched, his name on your lips.
You’re about to cross the room, desperate for his touch when a stab of pain goes through you sharply, causing you to almost come to your knees. You begin doubling over with a cry as Dieter runs to close the distance between you, his hand immediately on your back.
“What is it, baby?”
Dieter is confused when he sees an overwhelming amount of clear liquid running down your legs. Your eyes are round, wide and terrified when you look up to him.
"Dieter, I think I'm going into labor."
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— NI-KI AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭
➙ boyfriend ni-ki thoughts
pairing: nishimura riki x gn!reader
genre: fluff
warning: not proofread (may be minor typos)
request: " Heyy!! Could i request a Ni-ki as your bf ? "
a/n: thank you so much anon for requesting it, I hope you liked this <3
the best friend sort of boyfriend
you and riki are that comfortable with one another that he feel more like your friend alot of the time, sometimes it slips your mind you're actually dating him
super playful boyfriend, he's always teasing you or play fighting you because he loves to hear the sound of your laughter
will either be sending you a bunch of memes and tiktoks or he could actually not text you for the entire day because he was gaming, there's no in between with him
you're his gaming partner by default now (I hope you're good because you've got yourself quite the competitive boyfriend) but if you're not the best gamer out there then he's definitely gonna teach you
he's always telling you stories about his family or the other members because those are the most important people in his life
you get riki's lover wardrobe privileges
I'm talking full access to his closet, he gives you free reign to pick whatever of his you want and you get to wear it, the bonus is that it smells like him too :)
arcade dates >>>
and just fun and active dates in general like amusement parks, go karting and etc are guaranteed to be the best time spent with riki
he may have a whole bunch of beautiful pictures of you but that's just about 30% of it, the rest of the 70% is unfortunately crack, 'unflattering' candid photos he's taken of you when you weren't paying attention
he will use those meme photos of you to post on your birthday but you also have a bunch of embarrassing photos to use against him too
best believe if you aren't pranking other people together then he's probably planning to prank you
not sure whether he loves you or your bed more because he's always sleeping there
sometimes he calls you on video call just to see your face and say nothing at all after that, you both probably end up falling asleep on that call but he also took a few screenshots too because you sleeping was just too adorable
late night walks with him and then proceeding to take a whole bunch of pictures together because you're a photogenic couple
not necessarily the best at comforting you with warm words but is better at making you laugh until you feel better
most likely has your name saved as something humorous instead of cute and romantic but honestly speaking, you probably do too
would have this little habit of holding onto your pinky or linking your pinkies together
makes sure to call you every day or send you videos of his adventures while he's on tour
you had once hand made a little bracelet for him and he has never taken it off since then because it holds alot of sentiment for him
has a whole playlist dedicated to you too specially curated with songs you both enjoy or remind him of you
calling each other "bro", "dude" and "bruh" affectionately is normalised in your relationship
doesn't like to admit it but it's pretty clear he's quite clingy with you, he's always around you because even a second away he forgets how to breathe, not my words but his
he is OBSESSED with kissing you, he is always showering you with kisses and hugs in a passive aggressive way
going shopping together has become a form of a date between you both too
having similar styles, you're both able to help each other pick outfits and accessories that compliment one another
"Riki, would you love me if I was a worm?"
"Bisco might end up accidentally eating you, I can't let you suffer that way... let's just be boneless and limbless together. Then have a worm wedding :)"
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what are ur thoughts on girl dad!gojo?🎤
how much time u got
i have so many thoughts about girl dad!satoru that they actually plague my mind so i wanted to make this a proper hc post hehe enjoy <3 thank you for indulging me, sweetest rose !!!
𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨
⤷ no matter how many girls he has, they're ALL going to be daddy's girl.
⤷ and what would a daddy's girl be without a little bit of spoiling? satoru is taking her out on daddy/daughter dates, buying her anything her little heart desires, and setting her expectations so high for how anyone, let alone a man, should treat her.
⤷ can't say no to her. has the weakest resolve for his little girl. once she looks at him with your features and his eyes, it's over. he folds at every single request. she's got her wrapped around her tiny pinky! and she knows it too!
⤷ always a present father. goes to every extracurricular, school event, birthday party, play date, recital .. you name it! satoru is there and he's cheering the loudest.
⤷ perpetually has traces of glitter on him. has a horrible manicure and pedicure at all times. will sometimes leave the house with a few bows in his hair because his sweet baby girl wanted dad to match with her for the day
⤷ nothing is off limits when he's spending time with her. if he ends up getting his makeup done, or his nails painted, that's fair game! he's gonna love it no matter what! he's gonna dress up like a pretty princess or wear a tiara or fairy wings if it means his baby girl is happy!
⤷ protective dad satoru makes my heart melt. i fear when his girls are older he'll be like ok so men ain't shit 🤨 you can date when you're 40 and i'm in a casket 6 feet under 🤨 and then would fold immediately
⤷ learns how to do her hair to spend time with her in the morning <3 always tells her how beautiful she looks on the inside and out. just raises the most confident, glowing little angel around
⤷ satoru is seemingly allergic to calling her by her name. it's always "princess" or "love" or "munchkin" or "my angel." he just melts hearing her little giggle when he calls her anything but her actual name
⤷ did i mention protective dad satoru? when she's still a newborn, he'd be so worried about her, he'd just stay up all night in her nursery while she slept. you never understood why people didn't sleep with newborns, because frankly, satoru offered to be up with her as often as possible while you got your beauty rest
⤷ all in all, it brings him closer to you. he adores your patience and strength as a partner and parent to your little girl, and seeing you play with her and hold her and just be an amazing parent makes him melt inside !!! you're gonna make this man want to create an entire basketball team roster of kids runnin' around
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Relationship headcanons
Characters included: Adam, Husk, Sir Pentious
Genre: fluff
Reader gender: Gender neutral
Warnings: profanity
Word count: 780
✦Adam✦
╺ Calls you something along the lines of bitch and– if you have breasts– sugartits.
╺ Clingy. Very clingy. Is always touching you in some kind of way; holding your hand, his arm around your shoulders or waist, ect.
╺ Talks a lot. A. Lot. But sometimes worries that you get annoyed at his constant talking– not that he'd ever admit that.
╺ Does not hesitate to brag about you every chance he gets.
╺ While he can groom his wings on his own, he likes when you do it for him.
╺ He loves to cuddle. While spooning he'll put his wings around you, sort of like a makeshift blanket. He, however, prefers to have his face buried in your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.
╺ Gets really pissy when you ignore him, but will annoy you constantly until you pay attention to him again.
╺ Steals food off of your plate right in front of your eyes, then acts like he didn't do anything.
╺ "What? I didn't do shit."
╺ Every time he spots you talking to another man, he gets really jealous– and low-key pretty worried that you'll leave him for someone else, but keeps that to himself.
╺ This jealousy and worry is doubled if the man you're talking to is flirting with you, which is when Adam will step in– kissing you right then and there or wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
╺ Isn't too keen on jewelry like bracelets, much less wearing matching ones with his partner. But if you ever personally made a pair for the both of you, he would REFUSE to take it off merely because of the fact that you made them.
╺ "No, I'm wearing it."
╺ "But didn't you say you didn't like–"
╺ "I know what I said! But fuck you, I'm gonna wear it."
╺ He is definitely the type of guy to check you out when you're doing mundane things and isn't discreet about it either, he even whistles– or makes a comment– just to make it even more obvious.
╺ Can't help to pick on you at times– makes sure he doesn't go too far however. But if someone else does so, he will not stand for it. If you don't stop him, he'd most likely start a fight.
╺ Very protective, and can get really possessive as well.
✦Husk✦
╺ Calls you by your name, but occasionally calls you baby or babe.
╺ Not very keen on physical display of affection or kisses, especially not when the two of you are in public. Yet if you really want to, he'll hold your hand or hook your pinky fingers together.
╺ However, when he is especially tired and/or stressed, he can't lie that it's nice to be in your arms, your hands lightly running over his fur.
╺ He just can't help but smile when you smile.
╺ Really good at giving advice. Yet doesn't take his own advice, no matter how many times you tell him that he should.
╺ He shows affection through quality time.
╺ Doesn't mind when you touch his ears or scratch behind them, just as long as it isn't in public.
╺ He definitely puts his wing around you when someone gets too comfortable around you.
╺ Can be caught staring lovingly at you at times with a small smile– which Alastor teases him relentlessly about.
╺ Does not like to, and will not, wear jewelry– not even if it's matching with his partner.
✦Sir Pentious✦
╺ Calls you something like dear and my love.
╺ Gets shy when you show him affection in public. And in the beginning of your relationship he got shy just from you showing him affection in general.
╺ He definitely shows affection through acts of service and gifts– that he made himself, by the way.
╺ Loves to tell you about his inventions, and goes to tell you first when he makes new ones.
╺ He gets really giddy when he manages to make you laugh, even if it's by accident. He adores your laugh.
╺ Wraps his tail around you when cuddling. Also traces patterns on your back lightly.
╺ While he isn't one to wear jewelry much he isn't against wearing matching bracelets or necklaces– hell, he'll make sure to find the perfect ones if you just as much as mention the idea.
╺ Gets a bit panicky when you're crying about something, not really sure what to do to comfort you. But he tries his best.
╺ ”[Name], my love, what's wrong? What happened? What do I do?"
╺ Trusts you wholeheartedly to keep an eye on his egg bois when he's not there.
╺ He just cannot stay mad or annoyed at you. His heart just melts at the sight of you.
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BLACK CAT
Leon X Fem! reader
P in V, smut
[ no tw, vanillaish idk ]
1.2k wrd
”Woah, woah, slow down” Leon chuckled as you started explaining another cool story to him.
Your relationship was like the definition of a black cat and a golden retriever. You always have so much energy and are nice to almost everyone. Leon on the other hand is a tough agent who doesn’t really enjoy showing much emotion. He’s pretty stern towards others— but his softspot for you is clear.
”Okay, i’m listening. Tell me” He said while you were walking together with your fingers interlocked.
"okay okay! So THEN after Fluttershy wrote an entire song, rainbow dash just decides to throw it out? Ugh she's such a bitch. Don't you agree? I mean her friend went through all the trouble to try and get them to win the battle of the bands but she's so selfish.." you said, going on about a children's movie. You loved cute things, hello kitty, my little pony, really anything a 12 year old girl would be obsessed with, wearing cute little outfits and rambling about pointless stuff. But hey it made you happy and Leon thought it was adorable
"Mhm, yeah, so selfish" Leon couldn’t help but chuckle a little about how into the movie she was. by now he knew EVERYTHING about these stupid colourful horses, rainbowdash, fluttershy, twilight, pinkie, apple jack, list goes on. Honestly from what he knew rarity seemed like the best- I mean she was a boss bitch.
He found the whole thing pretty amusing, you were just so excited about it and he’s glad you have stuff you're so.. passionate about
"I mean, it would probably get annoying if her friend just wasted all that effort right? " He said trying to show his interest in her story.
"exactly! Ugh finally you get it" you said smiling up to him, leaning closer into his side as you two walked down back home, it was a long day. Like REALLY long, you took Leon shopping, got your nails done, bought some new skirts, and a new album. All that sort of stuff, but y'know dragging Leon aside you cause someone had to carry the shit, you were gettin really close to the outside of your house, skipping beside Leon holding hands. Life was like a dream.
But the long day out had Leon pretty tired— he had to drag a lot of your stuff around and you insisted they go to multiple stores (you tried to be nice and let him pick something out but he was too tired and grumpy, I know right such a dick head?)
When you were about to arrive home, he looked at you as you skipped around excitedly and smiled softly. Despite what he’s put through, he can’t deny that he finds your behavior adorable.
He squeezed your hand and chuckled a little before you guys got in front of your door.
"Oo Leon tomorrow we should watch rainbow rocks, then you'll understand what I'm talking about better" you say giggling as you step into your house, taking off your little boots and walking away from Leon plopping your ass on the leather sofa, even if you were like if you gave a six year old crack mixed with sour gummy worms even you could get kinda tired. Right, ain't that surprising? Little princess bitch face getting tired, after crawling over Leon like a little kid and skipping everywhere, runnin, jumping, god doing everything known to fucken man kind
“don’t know if we’ll have the time because of..” Leon muttered under his breath, he didn’t want to upset you and ruin your mood when you’re so excited.
He walked over to the couch and sat beside you silently and just observed you as you started talking about the movie. He placed a hand over your thigh, brushing up and down just silently smiling hearing you decribe your weird ass fictional horse people argue with other creatures from mythology, honestly sometimes he wondered if you needed to be checked into a mental hospital. Little grippy sock princess
“Wellll, maybe we can watch it tomorrow..” He shrugged. “I mean, i’ll do anything you want” Leon chuckled looking over at you.
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, his body was pretty warm given how hot the day was and his arm was pretty comfortable.
He kissed you forehead before wrapping his other arm around you, squeezing you a little. You loved when he was affectionate, but not in a creepy way, a cute way. But after a long day a girl can get a bit needy, like sue me but when you have a hot ass man cradling you and taking you everywhere, GOD it's like an angel is sent from heaven to fuck you. But fuck you in a good homemade porno way, not one of thoes shitty ones with a whole plotline. Just straight raw fucking
You turn around, breaking his grip on you before climbing onto his lap, placing yourself onto his thigh "Woah Woah, calm down- y'know I'm tire-" he was trying to speak, silly men. You land a big fat kiss on his lips to shut him up, slowly moving yourself on his thigh, pulling away from him getting a breath, saliva dripping down your face like an animal, staring at him in the eyes, his face slightly shocked you made the first move. But you felt something perk up, bingo. Always know what can make your man want ya
"God I can't just stare at your handsome face and do nothing-" you mutter under your breath, pushing yourself closer into him, kissing his face like a big ol' dog, your free hand finding its way to his jean zipper, undoing it his fat dick springing up, he grabs you by your hips, pulling your panties aside, slapping you onto his cock, a groan coming from his lips, honestly didn't expect the day to end like this, went from talkin ponies to getting your brains fucked out. Like a good girl you ride him, his hands are placed on your hips moving you at a decent pase, bit fast but he did do A LOT of work today, guess he deserves it. Nothing else in the world matters right now, euphoric feeling, he thrusted up into you, taking one hand off your hip and grabbing your face, making you look at him, god his eyes make you MELT. He could take care of you, he was real nice with it. He groped your tits sometimes in public, but just made you love him more.
You're at your high, he knows that. Few more thrusts and you whine, feeling your body melt like butter, your weight collapses onto him, but he's not done practically druling on him, limp body he keeps fucken like a doll, if you still have a tight pussy thats all that matters, few moments and he finishes, pressing you down onto him, filling your cervix, still collapsed on him both of you breathen all heavy. "So babydoll, what happened next?" He groaned, a sly ass smirk on his face. "Mm that cunt rainbow got put in her place and they play fluttershys song" you mutter, pushing on his fat chest, rollin off him like a little kid, pussy dripping. His pants stained with you, and a heavy chest.
"I wanna-"
"No"
"Pleaseee"
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I love bombshell reader. Would she ever get jealous?
Your eye is most definitely twitching. The pull and cinch of your lashes and the delicate skin of your eyelid distracts you mildly from the sight in front of you, but not for long.
You rub at your eye with a perfectly filed nail, smudging intricate makeup all over the place. You remember your mascara only after you've mussed it and groan in annoyance. "Fucking fuck," you murmur, slipping a hand into your jacket pocket.
"You okay?" Emily asks.
Using your phone screen as a substandard mirror, you clean up the smudge you'd made of your make up with your pinky finger carefully. "I'm great," you say breezily.
"You sure? You sound stressed."
"She's jealous," Morgan says. Smugness lines his face and the otherwise handsome set of his mouth.
You roll your eyes at him, to his bemusement, and sit back in your cold, leather-backed chair. "Sure, Morgan, I'm very jealous. Of what?"
"Of our baby boy's new friend, obviously," he says.
You don't give him the satisfaction of looking back at Spencer where he stands at the bar, nor do you let the practised smile you're wearing falter. Your guts an aching wound and your skin flushed with heat, you reach for the cherry coasting along the surface of your drink and pull it out by the stem, twisting it between your fingers. Unbothered on the outside, and an insecure, hurt mess on the inside.
It really looked like Spencer was flirting with her.
You chew your cherry for much longer than you need to for want of something to do, hot tears begging to well behind your eyes. Spencer isn't your boyfriend, you've held hands a couple times and that's that. He's allowed to want someone else. Someone prettier, smaller, she'd had a head of perfect braids and a dewy, do eyed smile. Cherry swallowed, you knock back your drink.
"Sorry," Spencer starts, sliding into the booth next to you with another cherry sour for you and what looks like an ice cold glass of coke for himself.
You hadn't asked him for a drink and he hadn't mentioned getting you one. For a moment, the ugly weight of envy lifts from your shoulders. "Oh, thank you."
"I just met this girl at the bar and she had something very interesting to ask me," Spencer says.
You don't want to hear it. Morgan absolutely does, and with Emily to encourage him, they're happy happy torture you both. "Why's Penelope taking so long?" you ask, trying to change the subject too late.
"What did she want, loverboy?" Morgan asks.
"Did you think she was pretty?" Spencer asks you.
Mortified, you stare at him. Plainly hurt, to his surprise, you clasp your hands together tightly in your lap. "Why would you ask me that?"
"Because she wants to ask you out?" Spencer's knee bumps yours. "She thinks you're, quote, intimidatingly pretty."
Emily and Morgan laugh together gleefully. You're glad this is entertaining for them, but mostly you're relieved. You pick up your drink and take a sip, looking over Spencer's shoulder into the bar for the girl he'd been speaking with. She smiles shyly.
"I'm assuming this is from her?"
"What? No, that's from me."
Your gaze flickers back to him. "Really?"
"That's my boy," Morgan jokes, swinging his arm behind Emily's seat. She laughs approvingly.
Firmly back on stable footing, you give Spencer your stickiest grin, looking over his pretty face greedily. He's looking at your drinks rather than you but his torso is turned your way, the backs of his fingers brushing your stocking clad thigh. "Maybe I should go let her down gently?" you murmur, shifting in your seat to turn his way too, flirting with the idea of touching his cheek.
"You might not need to," he says.
"How come?" you ask.
"Well, I… I sort of implied you were taken. You know. With the drink. And I also might've said you weren't interested."
"Yeah?" You put your hand on his shoulder, tracing a whisper of a path up the slope of it to the base of his throat. "Well, it's a good thing I'm not."
Emily shakes the small bowl of roasted peanuts, a deviousness about her as she says, "Good for all of us. I've never seen Y/N that jealous before. For once, I thought we'd have to protect her from you."
You could kill her. Flustered, you tilt your head to one side and look out over nothing, mumbling, "I wouldn't say I was that jealous."
"No?" Spencer asks. "I can go tell her you've changed your mind."
"Don't push your luck, Reid."
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Hi what about some fluff with eddie and reader where reader goes away to visit family for Christmas and while she's gone eddie is a mess he's wearing her sweater bc it smells like her and when she's finally back uncle wayne runs to her saying finally you're back and when eddie sees her at his door he tackle hugs her and won't let her go
This is adorable
A tiny fluff blurb
Eddie has spent the last two weeks pouting in his bedroom. His girlfriend had to visit family in California for Christmas, leaving him alone during the holidays. Well not alone, he had Wayne and hellfire. But it wasn't the same. He misses his girlfriend. He misses her warmth, her kiss, and her voice.
She calls every night, refusing to sleep without talking to him. Asking about every detail about his day and he gladly answers all the questions. Happily talking with his girlfriend for hours.
He went to bed every night with her pillow, spraying extra perfume when the scent faded. Switching between the three sweaters she left behind. Refusing to go a day without wearing one. His arms covered in the bracelets she left on his dresser. Kissing the ink on his finger before bed, a small initial on his pinky, one that matches her pinky finger.
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"two more hours Eddie" Wayne said patting his back, watching as Eddie crossed off another day on the calendar
A big red circle around the date labeled "BABY IS HOME"
"I'm going to take a nap so it goes faster. Wake me up when she's here!"
Wayne nodded, laughing as Eddie raced to his bedroom. The familiar sweater of hers covering his body
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"look who it is" Wayne smiled, throwing his arms around Y/N as she hugged him back
"I missed you Wayne" she squealed, hugging him harder as she refused to let go
"missed you too kid. Glad to finally have you back" Wayne admitted. He loved having her around and he missed her presence
"he's waiting for you. Dead asleep" Wayne said quietly pulling away from the hug
"should we pull a mean prank?" She giggled, an evil smirk
"fuck yes" Wayne laughed
~~
Eddie groaned as he woke up
Jumping out of bed as he raced to open his bedroom door
"YOU DIDN'T WAKE ME UP" he screamed as Wayne sat on the couch
"She hasn't come home yet. The plane is delayed" Wayne said shrugging his shoulders. Trying to hold back his smile as Y/N hid behind the couch
"wait what?" Eddie sighed sadly. Shoulders dropping in disappointment
"she called while you were asleep. I'm sorry bud. Doesn't seem like she's back until tomorrow"
"damnit" Eddie groaned. Throwing himself on the couch
"it's just another day"
"no it's not Wayne. It's 24 hours of her still not being with me. I understand two weeks isn't that long but I hate being away from her" Eddie sniffled, coughing away the tightness in his throat
"you love her that much huh?" Wayne smiled
"absolutely" Eddie said with no hesitation
Y/N felt her heart warming at the moment
Smirking evilly as she stood up silently
Throwing her hands over Eddie's eyes
"guess who?"
Eddie jumped in seconds, turning around fast to see his girlfriend standing there
"OH MY GOD" he screamed. Easily grabbing her into his arms, yanking her over the couch as he shoved his face in her neck
She giggled as he dug himself in her neck
"I missed you" he whispered into her neck
"missed you too baby"
Wayne excused himself. Leaving the two in the living room
"do you want to like go lay down?" She laughed
"just want to hold you a little longer" he said. Refusing to let her go
"okay. Let's hold each other a little longer"
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txt reactions- they called you clingy pt.2 hyung line
Warnings: fluff,angst, comforting words, comfort zone,
Choi Soobin
You were at the street. Wandering around to ease your memory when you heard his words. You sighed as you feel the light rain is making you wet. You were shivering with the cold and cursing at yourself why didn't you wear more wooly clothes. Your hands are trembling and your fingertips are getting pink with the cold air. You blew some hot air from your lips to them. You called your best friend. She immediately picked up the phone and you asked for a night to stay at her house. She accepted it instantly and you made your way towards at her house while putting your phone to vibrate. You didn't want to hear any kind of comment or request from Soobin now. As you reached at her house, you throw your shoes and bag to the corner and sit on the couch. Your friend can easily say you're upset. You didn't say anything except ' I'm fine ' towards her. Already her phone filled with Soobin's textes. He was curious and anxious where you are and what are you doing. Your friend texted back as 'She is fine. Just need some space and a conversation which is going to soothe her.' Soobin felt ease a bit with her text. You were safe. But he couldn't stay at your dorm without your sunshine voice and cuddles. He takes his coat and leaves the dorm. He immediately reached at your friend's house and knocked the door. Your friend opened the door with shocked and wide eyes. In the middle of the night, he came this place with heavy rain and cold air for you. He reached her livingroom and saw you. You were sitting on the couch. You wrre wearing his hoodie which is always on the counter or your first shelf. Your cheeks are stained with mascara. He turns towards you and hold your hands. "I know this time, I messed up, but I can guarantee that I will make this up to you honey. You are not clingy. I was just furious and stressed with comeback events. I will make it up to you. I am sorry." He wiped your cheeks with his sweatshirt's sleeves. He put a big smile on his face like he always did. You smiled also. "Please talk with me when you feel low. I don't want you to distract yourself from the things Soob. I love you." Soobin smiled at your encouraging words and also at your lovely words. "I love you too. Let's go. We should continue our movie night,right?" He smiled at you while taking your coat from the couch.
Choi Yeonjun
You were at the park. Sitting on the bench and thinking about how did you end it like this. You were tired and confused like how you couldn't manage your works and your relationship. You sighs with the feeling of heartbroken. You sniffed while hiding your sobs. You stared at the floor and hide your face between your cold hands. Your eyes are burning with tears which are threating you to fall. You sniffed again and you felt a touch on your shoulder. You fliched and looked over. Yeonjun was there. "Jun?" "I know I don't have any right to blame you about this. You were also too busy with your actions and I am proud of you how can you manage them without draining energy or being depressive. I am sorry hun. I messed up this time. Please forgive me. I shouldn't yell at you like that and I won't do it again. Promise." You smiled at his voice and words. You wiped your tears while nodding at him. He slowly hugged you and kissed the top of your head. You both started walking towards your dorm. "I am also sorry Jun. I couldn't find out that you are under pressure and also stressed. I was busy with my works and I totally forget about your mood. I made fault also. So if we are clear about our things, can we promise that we will talk how we will feel about? Pinky promise?" Yeonjun smiles at your words and pulls you for a big hug. "Promise honey. Now we should go to home. I will make it up how much we lose time without each other's comfort and big hugs. I can't say no to your cupcakes also." You both giggled while walking towards at your dorm. Now all the things are clear.
Choi Beomgyu
You were out of your dorm and wandering around with your broken tears and little sobs. You rushed with your belongings to your best friend's cafe. You arrived with minutes. The weather was cold and windy. Your hair is all messed up. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is kinda pink with cheeks which are stained with tear and mascara. You sat on a chair and ordered a hot chocolate. You gulped with your broken heart and tangled thoughts. You tried to ease a bit but you were too stressed with the feeling of him breaking up with you. You felt humilated because of he insulted your job and your status. Yes, he was an idol but it couldn't bring a fact your job is not important. You both have too much responsibilities that your job is requesting. But you always respected them and gave him enough space. But he got tired from your actions and called you clingy. You were trembling while crying and sipping your hot chocolate. Your thoughs are all over the place and making your mood down. And your phone is already turned off. You didn't mind to be alone. But you couldn't understand still how did he tell you this. He should be aware how you are caring your job. But he wasn't aware of it. You sighed and wiped your tears. Your friend saw you from away and got near you. You sniffed and looked at her. She smiled upsetly and leaned a hand for you. You smiled softly at her. You both went to her house. You were still crying with uncomfortable feelings how make he felt you. You sniffed and cried and sobbed all night until You got too tired and fell asleep. Your friend texted at Beomgyu to tell him you are at her place and being safe. Beomgyu couldn't manage how to feel. He grabs his wallet and coat. He runs her dorm and knocks the door. She slowly opens the door for him. He looks at the inside of the house. You were laying down on the couch and sleeping softly. Your best friend covered you with a blanket and gave you a soft pillow to sleep. He can feel how much tired you are. He sat near of you and stroked your hair. He pulled out some hair on your forehead which is making you uncomfortable. He smiled at you and started whispering. "Sorry princess. I couldn't find out how much I hurt you. It won't happen again. I know how much your work is important and also how much you love it. I am sorry. I was a jerk to speak at you like this. I will make it up to you when you are all awake again. But now my princess is sleeping. I love you honey." He put a soft kiss on your forehead while lefting your friend's dorm with relief.
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Hey!! I was just finish reading George weasley "Mum?" That you write, I think its awesome and I hope you can make a part 2 if you like! Thank you :D
DO YOU?
Pairings: Single-dad!George weasley x Fem!reader
Summary: you go on a date with George, and he's nervous
Warnings: mention of the war and death
PART 1
you knocked on the door, waiting for George to answer it
you had stayed for dinner that night with George and Chelsea and ate the cookies that you had made and you still took the opportunity to go on a date with him, so here you were, dressed in your best casual wear, you didn't expect the date to be anything fancy.
you heard rushing from the other side of the door, into their flat
the door opened and you were met with nothing, until you looked down the see Chelsea smiling widely up at you
"he's still getting ready" she giggled, reaching for your hand and pulling you into the flat, closing the door behind you
George came out, holding two jackets in his hands, looking down at them with a frown
"hey, Chelsea, what jacket should I-" he looked up, finding you there
"oh- hi, sorry just give me a minute" he blinked, not expecting you here so early
but when he looked at his watch he noticed that you weren't early at all, in fact, you were a few minutes late, and he still didn't even have his shoes on
"it's ok, take all the time you need" you smiled, letting him walk back into his room, Chelsea trailing after him.
you stood there for a while, looking at the mantle that was decorated with a vase of flowers and photos in frames
you walked closer and took a closer look
the picture on the far left was a picture of the Weasley family before the war, the movement showed them all laughing and George next to Fred, nudging him and hitting his arm
the one to the far right was a picture of Fred and George in front of the Shop, the date written in black ink at the bottom, to remember the day they opened.
Fred was smiling proudly as George had his arm around Fred, trying not to laugh
and in the middle stood a picture of George and Chelsea when she was a baby.
he was cradling softly, crying with a big smile on his face as he held out his finger for her hand that grasped the tip of his pinky
you admired all the pictures before you heard the door open again
"ok, I'm ready, shall we go?" you heard George say
you turned and looked at him, smiling
you were about to nod your head to say yes but realised that no one was there to mind Chelsea
"who's looking after Chels?" you asked
"oh, merlin! crap, I forgot to ask my mum if she could mind her" he smacked his head, cursing at himself for his mistake
"it's fine. she can come along or we can do this another night if you want?" you reassured him, walking up to them
"no, that's not fair to you. merlin, I'm such an idiot" he sighed to himself
"it's ok, really, I don't mind. we can just do this another time" you insisted but he he shook his head
"no, let's go, c'mon, Chels" he said, taking Chelsea's hand
"am I going?" she asked.
"no, we're going to take you to go see Linda" he replied with a smile
he looked at you and waited for you to come along
you smiled awkwardly and walked with them
you exited the shop and began walking to a small little cottage that was where the alley ended
he knocked on the door and took a deep breath when it eventually opened
a middle aged woman stood there, she didn't seem to be related to him at all but they seemed familiar with each other
"oh, hello dear, what can I help you with?" she beamed at George
"would you mind Chelsea? I have something to do and I forgot to get someone to look after her because I'm an absolute Git" he huffed
she looked down at Chelsea and smiled
she looked back at George and noticed you, who stood behind his tall figure, she tilted her head to get a better look and smirked at George
"you go on then, my little girl loves spending time with Chelsea, go get out of here and have fun" she ushered you away
Chelsea ran in the house after kissing George on the cheek as he bent down
Linda turned to you both and grinned
"go on then, get out of here" she rolled her eyes sarcastically, waiting for you both to leave before shutting the door
you and George walked side by side, him leading the way to your destination
you arrived at a restaurant, not a fancy want but a casual one, perfect for the both of you
he let you walk in first and led you to the front desk
the man looked up at him from his computer, a small smile on his face
"I'm sorry but we have no space, we're completely booked out
"oh, uh, I have a reservation" George responded
"what is it under?" the man questioned, looking back at the computer
"uh- Weasley" George fixed his shirt, seeming nervous
the man typed the name up and frowned
"you're twenty minutes late, we gave your table away" the man informed
George quickly looked down at his watch and cursed under his breath
George stayed silent, seeming mad at himself and the man left to help out somewhere else
George walked you both out and stood outside for a while, him still cursing at himself
"George, it's fine, Please don't beat yourself up about it" you tried comforting him
"I'm really sorry, I was so nervous because- well I haven't been out on a date for so long, I was trying to make it nice but I've completely ruined it, I'm sorry, I can't do this, I just- I'm sorry" he rambled, his breathing was getting heavy and he was tugging at his hair
"it's ok, we can take you home and just forget this happened if you want, I understand, it must be hard" you rested a hand on his arm, furrowing your eyebrows
"no, we're not leaving, I'll figure something out, Just give me a second" he stepped away from you, turning around and you heard his deep breathes and hitches in his throat as you waited for him
"George, let's just get you home, if you're not ready you shouldn't push yourself to be" you spoke gently
"I am ready! I am so ready, ok? so let's go" he defended himself
"where are we going to go?" you asked, watching as he took your hand at led your through the alleys
you got to a small little diner and he got you both settled in a booth
you looked around, it looked like those places you'd see in the muggle world, and you didn't entirely mind it
"it's not how I pictured it, but it's not nothing" he gulped, sitting across from you
it wasn't crowded but there were quite a bit of people there
"it's perfect" you smiled
he picked up one of the menu's and gave it to you before getting his own
"I think I'll just get spaghetti Bolognese, you?" he looked up from the laminated paper to you
"I reckon the cheeseburger will do" you answered, putting your menu down, looking at him before looking around again
the waitress came up and asked what you wanted, George ordered your food and asked for milkshakes for your drink
you told him what flavour you wanted and he got the same one
you both talked about your interests and he told you more about himself.
he started asking a lot about you and you opened up to him
and eventually, the topic of the war came up all of a sudden, he told you it was a dark time for him and the struggles he went through. you told him that you couldn't imagine doing the things he did as you didn't fight in the war
he wanted to share his experience more but you told him that it could wait, that instead of saying it all, that he should tell you another time, that he's opened up enough and that he didn't have to tell you everything just yet
the waitress brought out your food and you began eating
George stabbed his fork into his food and took the little black ovals on the side.
you tilted your head at him and he went on eating, still picking them out when he found another
he noticed that you were looking at them and smiled
"do you like olives?" he questioned
"yeah, why don't you?" you frowned with a chuckle
"the taste is gross, do you want them?" he picked them up with his fork and held them out for you
"sure" you shrugged, letting him drop them onto your plate
you grinned and you picked one up and put it in your mouth
usually when he had olives in his meals, Chelsea would take them because for some reason, unlike her own father, she loved them.
so for some reason, it made his heart flutter when you happily ate them
he opened the door for you and let you walk out the diner, the both of you laughing at something he had told you
he slowly held your hand and smiled at the warmth of your palm, it calmed him down
to George, it seemed like forever since he's been with someone, to have a woman in his arms, to love and care for.
even if he had Chelsea to care for, he wished he had someone to help him, comfort him, love him
George believed that you could be that woman, because not only did he have to love you, but Chelsea had to too.
he would never get with anybody if them and Chelsea didn't get along, because he would choose his daughter every time.
but if Chelsea loved her too than it would be ok, if she treated his little girl like her own, then he'd make it work
the only thing George wanted growing up other than the shop was to start a family, and he was almost complete.
even if they were a family on their own, George still felt like there was something missing, that Chelsea deserved to grow up with a mother.
and he wanted more than anything for it to be you
as you both walked down the alley, hand in hand, George stopped in front of an ice cream shop
"want ice cream?" he turned to you
you giggled at his question
"we literally had a milkshake 10 minutes ago, that's like, half ice cream" you squeezed his hand gently
"yeah but when did a little more hurt anybody?" he raised his eyebrows, pulling you in the shop
he turned to you "what do you want?"
"what are you getting?" you questioned
"the pistachio" he answered happily
"who the hell likes that flavour?!" you fake gagged
"me" he whispered awkwardly
"you're weird" you grimaced
"what are you getting?" he frowned at you
"probably cookies and cream" you answered him
"that's so basic!" he argued playfully
"it's popular because it's good" you smiled
"it's so boring" he scoffed
"you're boring" you smirked
"oh am I?" he tilted his head
you hummed in response, crossing your shoulders
"yeah, you are" you teased
"I'll show you boring" he glared you
he ordered you your ice creams and brought you to the shop, he ran upstairs telling you to stay out there and wait for him
it was a pretty cold night and you wish you would've brought a jacket
a few minutes later, he came back, a jacket in one hand and his other hand stuffed in his pocket
"it's pretty cold, though you could use a jumper" he held it out for you.
you smiled at him, taking at and put it on, feeling warm
you started walking again, side by side
you began to smell the sweater as you brought the sleeve up to your face, scratching your nose, you got dizzy with the smell of George
you dropped your hand to your side and lightly swung your hand to reach for George's hand, lightly grazing it
he looked down at your hands and reached to take it.
he held your hands and interlocked your fingers
he brought you to a grass field and made you sat down as he went a little away from you. he ran back as something flew into the sky
he sat down next to you and looked at you as the thing exploded in the sky, the bright colours cascading across the dark void that surrounded the earth.
"fireworks?" you turned to him, noticing his gaze was directed to your lips
"that's a little boring for you, isn't it? seen as though you do it so often" you joked.
"fireworks never get boring," he replied softly, looking at the fireworks that never seemed to stop "they get more and more beautiful each time"
you chuckled at his response before looking back at them
"I guess they do"
he looked back at you again, seeming nervous
"so do you" he spoke quietly
you scrunched your nose as the cooment
"now you've just gotten cheesy" you laughed
"I'd rather be cheesy than boring" he shrugged
silence grew between the two of you, comfortable silence as you both stared off to the explosions of colour
after a while you decided to speak up
you turned to George, who was laid down on the grass, his hands behind his head
"I admire you, George" you began.
your words made him confused
"how? why?" he asked
"I admire the way you take care of Chelsea, I can't imagine it would be anything but hard or you, to do that by yourself. I really respect the way you work to provide for her, I know how much it would've been hard to open up the shop after...you know. I just want you to know that I admire you" you answered
he sat up and looked at you carefully
George had never heard something like that from anyone, it made him feel appreciated, like he was loved and valued.
"you do?" he raised his eyebrows
"yeah, and you should know I'm here if you need anything, if you need someone to talk to, help you, anything" you blinked
George felt himself go hot in the cheeks
he knew that he was going to love you for the rest of his life, even if you aren't together, he knew you would have a special place in his heart
but he knew he didn't want you to leave, he knew he wanted you in his life, in Chelsea's
he leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips.
the kiss was gentle but passionate, like he didn't know how to do it but he has been longing to for so long
you broke apart to breath as he still had his eyes closed, like he was still in the moment
you reached up and cupped his cheek, rubbing his pale skin with your thumb.
he had a lazy smile planted on his face
you leaned in and kissed his shortly, making him chase your lips for more
"i guess you're not that boring" you teased
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