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tranquil-ivy · 6 months

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𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 ℝ𝕦𝕟 [ℙ𝕋𝟛]

DI!Leon Kennedy x (Fem) Reader

Summary: You find out good news about Leon's recovery after having a dream...

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Content Warning: Cliff hanger ending (: , Leon being a sweetheart of a human being???, talks of injuries and recovery process. And Reader gets smacked on the ass like... Once?

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Looking around, you see tons of boxes along the smooth granite countertops, a large white table, and chairs for four, and every dark oak cabinet open in what seems like a kitchen that you're standing in. Stepping away from the counter, you get a good look around the room.

This kitchen is beautiful. Something you've dreamed of having for years now.

Stepping out of the kitchen, quickly realizing you're in a house.

You wander around looking up at the beautiful crystal light fixtures and smooth white ceilings. Freshly painted dark gray walls make the room smell of pungent turpentine and plastic. Walking over, you open the living room window, next to a brick fireplace, looking out at a moving truck parked in the driveway.

Right behind your own car, and what looks like some kind of motorcycle you don't recognize.

"Hey, Sweetheart?" You hear footsteps coming from the hall next to the living room, whipping your head around. Leon comes walking around the corner patting his jean pockets.

Walking, talking, conscious Leon.

"Yeah Baby?" You greet him, walking over and planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Have you seen my box cutter? I swear if I sit something down, it just disappears. Like some kind of magical vortex opens up and grabs my shit..." You just stare at him, his eyebrows raising as he walks over, rubbing your arms gently.

His sweet caresses are so soft compared to how roughly he usually grabs you and pulls you out of harms way.

"You okay, Hun?" He looks concerned, you snap back, nodding your head vigorously.

"Yeah, yes. I'm fine Leon. Just aching."

"Oh, alright. Well, our bedroom is almost set up, so you can take a rest if you want." He smiles at you, sliding his hands down to your wrists, making you walk towards him. Pulling you into his chest, he hugs you tightly.

No wires or tubes getting in the way.

"Bedroom..." You repeat, hugging him tightly, probably a little too tight. He chuckles, petting your head, running his fingers through your hair.

"Yes, our bedroom? Where'll we be sleeping together? Every night." His eyes grew wide, pulling back and glancing down at you. And now looking worried, like he had done something stupid.

"Unless you wanna talk..."

"No, no!" You reassure, seeing him sigh in relief and look away for a second.

"Babe, I already got the heart condition, you tryna kill me?" Your eyes go wide, you'd never want him dead, you would be willing to fight for his life. Even if that meant risking your own.

"The last thing I want is for you to be dead."

"Good, I'd hope my wife wouldn't want me dead." He chuckles, you look down at his hands as he lets you go.

A dark black wedding band adorned his left ring finger. Lifting your own hand, you see a matching band of your own.

Wife, I'll never get tired of hearing that.

"Are you sure you're just aching?" He questions, looking at you funny. "Nothing else at all?"

"Yeah, just thinking. About everything." He smiles, squeezing your shoulder with reassurance.

"I'm fine, you're fine. We're both fine. This is exactly what we wanted. No going back." Leon pulls you back in, putting his arms around your waist.

It's so nice just being with him like this...

Lifting you up, he starts walking in the direction from where he came. Completely ignoring your protests about being carried, passing by his open office door filled with boxes and discarded furniture. Soon, he turns into your shared bedroom and drops you on the bed.

"Relax," he commands, pointing down at you, "I got the rest of the stuff. If I need help with the furniture, I'll call you." He turns, making it halfway through the doorway before you sit up.

"Leon."

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He turns, grabbing the frame with his hand, the other on his hip. You move back further on the very poorly made bed, looking up at your husband.

"You wanna lay down with me? Even just for a little bit." His eyes light up, not bothering to hide the childlike smile forming on his lips.

"Well, if you're gonna twist my arm." You laugh, seeing him almost launch himself next to you with a soft grunt.

"Jesus, Leon." You chuckle as he fidgets, laying himself in place on his side of the bed.

"I'm not young like I used to be, shut up."

"I'm twisting your arm?" You continue, playing along. You turn on your side, feeling his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"Absolutely, holding me hostage like this." He 'tsks' before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, making you giggle at his stubble against your sensitive skin. "Criminal, disgustingly criminal. I thought I had married a good woman."

"Keep it up and you won't be married at all." You joked, looking back at him over your shoulder. Suddenly, you feel a sharp sting on your butt as he smacks it. Pouting at you like some kind of petulant child.

"Ow!"

"Don't joke about that." He grumbles, forcing his face into your shoulder. You smile, twisting your body, eventually turning yourself to face him.

"You know I love you, right?" He nods, into your shoulder after settling back into his spot, rubbing the spot he smacked.

"I know. I love you too." His voice is muffled, your shoulder vibrating from his voice. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he pulls his face away from your shoulder, kissing your forehead.

I make him happy...

"I'm not gonna stop being your wife, Dumbass." He smiles, looking at your face, blue eyes glistening through brown hair.

"Keep it that way, Shithead." Smiling, you lean in, putting your head to his chest. Hearing his heart beat, strong and steady against your ear brings you a sense of serenity you haven't felt in quite a while.

"I wanna keep you around for a long, long, loooong time... Till I'm dead." You look up at him, knowing he's completely serious. He looks back down at you, admiring all your features. "You got that?"

"I got it." He huffs, looking into your eyes. His hand slides off your hip to the cheek, caressing it gently as he rubs his thumb across your cheek bone. Closing the space between the two of you, he kisses you so tenderly. Feeling all the love he has for you behind it.

Pulling away, he gets a mischievous smirk on his face, pushing forward and pressing you into the brown comforter on the bed. Leaning in, he kisses your neck, peppering kisses along your collar bone.

"Aren't I supposed to be resting my aching body?" You tease, looking back at you. He nods, looking down as he's perched over you.

"Oh, I have something that could fix your aches and pains real quick, Sweetheart."

"Leon!" You laugh, feeling him go for your neck again. Pushing him back and holding him by the shoulders, he stares at you. Still with that loving look.

"Sorry, I still find it hard to keep my hands to myself around you." He shrugs. "I just can't keep from touching you, Mrs. Kennedy."

Now your eyes light up, heart swelling at the declaration of love, smiling wider than you had before.

"Mrs. Kennedy." You repeat, Leon's face turning smug.

"I know how much you love it when I call you that. You just love being mine, don't you?" You don't even hesitate and just nod. Leaning back in he kisses your neck again. "How about we get a jump start on that family now then. What do you say, Mrs. Kennedy?"

That name rings in your ears in the best way possible.

Mrs. Kennedy

Mrs. Kennedy...

"Mrs. Kennedy?" Your eyes open, taking in a sharp breath, feeling someone touch your arm.

The familiar sounds of beeping, rain beating against the window and the music you've become accustomed to playing fills your ears once again.

The nurse who once gripped your arm stands over you holding out a few papers.

"Sorry to wake you. I just thought you'd like these as soon as possible." You looked at the papers seeing your schedule for physical therapy in 2 weeks, and a few forms you previously signed.

You groggily yawn with a polite smile and nod.

"No, it's okay. Thank you." He nodded, walking out of the room. You turn back, seeing Leon.

Unconscious, and unmoving Leon. Hooked up to a heart monitor, a feeding tube and IV drip still.

You grip his hand tighter, not even daring to let go while asleep.

"That dream is gonna be the death of me, I swear."

A reoccurring dream, just something more to add to your daily routine.

A routine lasting for a month now.

4 grueling weeks of sitting in a hospital room. From Miami to now back in DC.

Reading countless articles on stimulation for coma patients, you found music and talking was, allegedly, the most efficient way to help. Even if that isn't the case, it's worth a shot.

Not much has changed in the past month, but you're determined to get him back to his normal self. Already spending every day here for as long as you can, 8am to 8pm. Trying anything and everything to get him to be responsive.

Especially after finding out he had more damage than the doctors originally thought.

A brain injury... And with Leon's past alcoholism, it made sense why it was difficult for him to wake up.

Along with that, a heart murmur that he'd apparently had for some time. Which, compared to everything else going on, seems so miniscule.

But thinking back to all the times he made comments about being "out of shape" while working, it rubs you the wrong way now.

There was hope though. Doctors told you that once he woke up it's most likely he'd make a full recovery with a lot of work and time.

Work and time you were definitely willing to help him with. You have the time now, nearly a month after signing papers for your early retirement from the DSO. You'd have more than enough time for him and your own physical therapy.

You hear your phone beep, looking up at the clock on the wall, standing up and limping slightly in your walking boot as you go to your bag after setting his hand down. It's time for another scheduled moment. Shuffling through your stuff, you find the leg compression massager you're looking for and walk back over to him, pulling the blanket off him.

There's a knock on the door frame, a recognizable voice fills your ears as you look up from placing the compression massager on Leon, turning it on.

"Is that... Hootie and The Blowfish?"

It's one of the nurses who usually comes to take his vitals every few hours.

He chuckles, looking back at you as you hobble over, lowering the volume and looking back at him.

"I've been trying different stuff... Sunday was 90's R&B, yesterday was 50's Swing music. I even tried Pop music to see if he'd wake up to shut it off himself." You joke, the nurse shakes his head, looking back at Leon.

"Why don't you go get yourself a coffee? You look tired."

"Oh thanks, that's definitely not the first time I've had a man say that to me." He laughs at your joke before turning back to his work.

You leave him to do his thing. Nodding to him as you made your way out of the room and to the nurses' station, they were so kind to offer you their breakroom area to use while you came, so it wouldn't be too much of a trip for you.

Stepping into the break room, some of the floor nurses wave to you with smiles or a soft 'Hello'. You nod back to them, grabbing a Styrofoam cup and heading to the coffee pot, spotting the muddy liquid. You finally feel how tired you actually are.

Usually you don't feel like this until you get home from being here all day and your adrenaline crashes not long after eating whatever take out you bothered to get for dinner.

But you guessed your lack of sleep was finally starting to catch up with you after a month of handling everything you could for an unconscious man and your own needs which were barely being met.

"He'd be on my ass if he saw how much I'm running myself ragged over him." You mutter under your breath, pouring yourself that well deserved coffee.

You sigh, telling yourself to shut up mentally. Now wasn't the time to worry about that. You can catch up with sleep when he's awake.

"Mrs. Kennedy." One of the nurses approaches you as you add your cream and sugar to your coffee.

"Yes?" Your attention snaps to her, almost dropping your sugar packets in the process.

"I just thought I'd let you know we just got your partners brain scans back, the ones from this morning. The doctor can come into his room and explain everything."

Explain everything?

Worry sets into your bones, your body suddenly feeling heavy as you stare at her.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh no, no!" She corrects herself, reassuring you. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said it that way. My deepest apologies. Everything actually came back well. The doctor just needs to explain a few things is all."

"Oh thank God..." Sighing you go back to your coffee.

"Have you eaten today?" She questions, now you have a nurse concerned about your well being. You contemplate lying, but honestly, what's the point?

"No, but I'll be fine. I usually don't eat until I go home anyway." The nurse's nose crinkles with a frown as you look at her. She looks at you almost like a disappointed parent.

"Hun, you have to eat something."

She's so nice. I really don't deserve this treatment.

You know you could go hours without food if it meant not being distracted, doing your job for as long as you have. You're used to your body running this way. It probably thinks you've been working the past month anyway.

Reluctantly you agree, she nods, starting to walk away from you and towards a phone on the other side of the room. With that you made your escape, hobbling back to Leon's room.

Stepping inside, you sip your coffee and nearly choke, seeing Leon's doctor standing at the end of his bed holding a manila envelope in hand. He turns, holding his hand out to shake yours, his name tag shining from the overhead lighting.

"Mrs. Kennedy." He nods with a smile as you shake his hand before sitting down and setting your coffee on the table next to you.

"Hello Dr. Owens. I'm guessing this is about Leon's scans?" You nervously pawed at your jeans, taking his unconscious hand back into yours, absentmindedly playing with his fingers.

"So... I come baring fantastic news for you!"

Dr. Owens turns to the lightboard across the room and slides a picture of old scans on, turning the light on. Looking at the yellow and orange reading in his brain brought back the dread you felt the week prior.

"As you can see, this was last week's activity. Orange and yellow mostly, which is usual for coma patients." Reaching into the envelope, he slid another scan next to the old one as he stepped to the side.

Yellow... And green. So much yellow and green.

"This... Is it a good sign?" You look over for the doctors' approval.

"A very good sign, ma'am! And you see around this area where it's very bright green here?" He takes a pen out of his pocket pointing to the sides of his brain. "This is the part of the brain that processes audio. So it's highly likely he could hear us."

"So, he's waking up? Or at least trying to?" Feeling your eyes start welling up, you quickly wipe them and sniffle, looking over at Leon.

"He's trying to. I don't want to give you false hope, because anything can happen at any moment. But, with most of my patients, they wake up within a few days of activity like this." You whimper, smiling at him, finally getting that shred of hope you've needed for so long now.

Anything is better than nothing at this point.

"I'll take it..."

"I recommend you keep up with the music and talking to him. And if he shows any kind of response, please call one of the nurses."

You nod, feeling so happy as the doctor leaves the room. Looking back at Leon, you lean in, getting closer to him.

You've said so much over the past 4 weeks. Speaking freely around him without thinking, but now...

Well, now you have no idea what to say.

"You know how much trouble you've caused me you idiot?"

It was the first thought that came to mind.

You sniff, rub your face on your sleeve and look at him.

Maybe I should play music I know he likes?

Thinking back, you try going through conversations you've had with Leon before. You knew a lot about him but usually it was stuff you just learned in passing. Then an old conversation popped into your head.

Sitting in the breakroom of the DSO, a few younger agents chatted about attending some kind of concert of a band you'd never heard of in your life.

Leon made a joke about kids not knowing "good music", in his normal grumpy fashion. It makes you laugh in the moment.

So one of the younger agents asked him what he liked, and you hardly payed attention to his response.

All you remember is one of the younger agents making a comment about his taste in music being one of a "divorced dad"? Whatever the hell that meant...

It was a start at least.

Standing up from your chair, you walk over, grab your laptop and move back over to him. Starting to look up exactly what that meant, you stare at your laptop screen.

Clicking a link called "Divorce Dad Rock", you start reading through the article.

"Nickelback, Shinedown and Creed are good examples... Huh?"

Sighing, you open the music app you use and start adding random songs to a playlist. Hitting play, you set the laptop down and lean back in. Taking his hand in yours, you lean your cheek on it, rubbing his forearm slowly. Wrist to elbow in a smooth fluid motion.

"You scared the shit out of me the past 4 weeks, you know..." Staring at him, you almost expect him to respond, but your lip just curls up getting no answer. You kiss the back of his hand and go back to leaning into it.

"Scared or not, I still stuck by you... You mean too much to me to not want to be here... Unconscious or awake cause..."

He can hear me... Who knows if he'll even remember what happened between us?

"I love you... So much. And not having you here to say whatever stupid bullshit jokes come to your mind when you're tense is driving me nuts." You chuckle, still rubbing his arm, starting to draw circles into his skin.

"And you know how I get when I'm losing it. You've seen me like that too many times."

Closing your eyes, you just listen to the music playing through your laptop speakers and the soft beep of his heart monitor. You feel at peace for the first time in a while.

"But knowing you could wake up kept me going."

And here you are now. Waiting again for him to wake up, but at least there are more clear signs of him doing better.

Doing what he can to come back to you.

Doing what he can to wake up.

#leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader

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onmyyan · 8 months

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GIVE US A SNEAK PEEK PLSSSSS BAE U LOVE US RIGHT 😩😩😩😪

A/N: Just for you babes, here's a snippet with our boy Gabe MDNI YANDERE THEMES AHEAD 18+ ONLY 🔪

"Can't sleep? C'mere." he scoots back against his gaming chair just enough for you to comfortably slide on his lap, he gives his muscular thigh a few pats as if to encourage you, "Wanna play? It's a first-person shooter, think you'll like it." His wide puppy-like smile was hard to resist, even after all this time. Without giving it much thought you nodded, making your way to his open arms, he pulls you closer by your hips, smoothly maneuvering you both to face his bright monitor, you sigh in comfort as his warmth encompasses you, his chin is on your shoulder as he hums happily, with the adorable way you were leaning back into his chest, his wide arms holding you snug against him, he couldn't hope to contain his happiness, the warmth from his skin seeped through his shirt, as it often did, and the grey sweatpants he wore felt soft against the bare skin of your legs.

The game was easy enough, point and shoot, but you still felt a heat spread in your chest at the sudden compliment he whispered into your right ear, "You're pretty good at this huh?" you could hear the smile in his voice, the goosebumps on your neck stood at attention, and your breath hitched ever so slightly, the action made you misfire in the game, he takes note of the cute little reaction, his hands, as if lead by a mind of their own, moved from the armrests to resting comfortably on your sides, gripping your waist in a warm hold, you tried hard to focus on the game before you, but the task seemed all the more impossible when he readjusted his hands, each thumb now rubbing slow, calculated circles into the small sliver of flesh showing there, he took a deep, breathy inhale, his nose rubbing up and down the slope of your throat, you could feel his lips linger as he spoke, "Y'smell so good Wifey." he says, his deep, warm-honey voice is almost whiny, it makes you twitch in his hold.

His tone had that certain timber to it, the same one that he'd used when he'd kissed you that first morning after you'd woken up in his arms, "Thank you.." you whisper back, unable to stop your breath from hitching as he nips just below your ear, a small huff of amusement leaves his lips, rolling over your heated skin, you suddenly find your throat dry in anticipation, of what exactly you didn't know, "It's Ricky's body wash." you add, hoping to gain back some control over yourself. He chuckled against you, the vibrations making your eyes flutter shut, Gabe began to toy with the hem of your shirt, as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, another deep breath against your nape had your hands clenching around the controller, "No, this is all you baby girl, you've always smelled so fuckin' good." he licked your earlobe just slightly, a wicked little grin on his face, the action caused your character to walk off a cliff, to which the not so gentle giant behind you snickered at.

"Trouble focusing?" his honey-dipped voice was now directly in your ear, you didn't need to look over to know he was smirking. "Now what would give you that idea?" you ask leaning forward, attempting to hone in on the game before you, only to be jolted in place when his hands fell from your shirt to your shorts, his fingers felt as if they were burning, dancing along the edges of the clothing, he made a noise as if deep in thought. "You're trynna' tell me nothin's wrong?" His tone was amused, but you could hear the heated desire behind them, you could feel it in the way his big, warm, hands flatten out over the tops of your soft thighs, his breathing begins to pick up as he squeezes the tender flesh between his fingertips, his throat drying as he felt you shudder at the rough touch.

"Mm mm." You shook your head no to which he hummed, he swallowed thickly before continuing, "Can I touch you? Pretty please." He ended his plea with a warm kiss, just below your ear, you nodded yes, not trusting your voice to work, and felt your breath begin to pick up, matching the now labored breath of the man behind you. To your disappointment and surprise, his fingers merely traveled around the meat of your thighs, gently rubbing and massaging the skin, occasionally he'd slip a little higher beneath the fabric of your shorts, only to retreat a moment later.

After a few more rounds in the game and the near-excruciating teasing motions of his hands, you felt him harden beneath you, his hips pressed against your own, Gabe took another labored breath before murmuring against your nape,

"God, you sure are the most beautiful thing to come outta this world you know that?" The sweet words almost seemed out of place with his raging hard-on pressing snugly in between your legs, every so often he'd buck upward, the near-electric feeling it caused made your next words come out as a whimper.

"You aren't even looking at me." you said nearly breathlessly, trying in vain not to react to his hypnotizing ministrations, one of his hands gently took the controller, tossing it haphazardly on his desk as if he could care less about the expensive thing, the other gently moved to hold your jaw in his hand, ever so softly turning you to meet his heated gaze, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards as he spoke, "Then let me say it again, and this time, I want you to keep those pretty eyes on me while I do." his tone left no room for disagreement, you felt yourself nodding as his thumb swiped against your bottom lip.

"You are the most stunning creature the gods put on this earth, and I could stare at you for hours."

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #delmont brothers #yandere oc x reader #gabe delmont x reader #yandere oc gabe #gabe delmont #gabe x reader

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sugar-omi · 10 months

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teasing cove when you have a crush on each other drives me So crazy

flirty eyes from across the counter, sliding your hand across his chest... or even worse (read as: better), putting your hand on the small of his back as you go around him to the refrigerator

and the idea of doing it before he's going out w his parents is even better

sat on top of his car, laughing and whispering to yourselves. you lean in to whisper something in his ear or lean closer to his face to say something smug, something flirty and he flushes

then his parents walk outside, all cheery then they pause a bit when they see the deer-in-headlights look on cove's face and the way you pause

kyra gives a cheery greeting and cliff laughs, realizing what a awkward situation he's walked in on but he greets you anyway.

"hi," you smile, abandoning your conversation with cove and talking with his parents while he fidgets beside you. "well i should get going.."

and you slide off the hood of cove's car, fixing your bottoms and you put a hand on cove's shoulder which makes him jump.

"i'll see you later cove." your hand drag down his arm as you walk away, slipping into your house.

its silence between them before cove jumps up and exclaims about how theyre gonna be late

or you have cove over one night, and you have the house to yourself. your moms and cove's parents are out, catching a movie and dinner and your sister is sleeping over a friends house in the city to catch up with her old group, so there's no one around to tease you or usher cove out for the next 4 hours at least.

taking the opportunity to be as loud as you want, you put on some music and its so... flirty

(i can see sabrina carpenter "nonsense" or sza "the weekend" or my favorite 50 cent "best friend")

maybe its not meant to be, maybe the beat isnt anything remotely sexy and more on the pop side, but either way you're mouthing/singing the lyrics back to him and you're obviously flirting with him

even though you're just moving throughout the kitchen without any rhythm and you just leaned forward across the counter but you did it with a smile and you're teasing him.

oh god even better, you're in the kitchen trying to make this box brownie you bought at the store and the radio is on low, and you're sitting on the counter and cove is mixing the batter

maybe its because he has the best arms between you two or maybe its because you wanna watch how his veins pop and his hands look wrapping around the spoon...

you like him way too much if you can find him stirring brownie batter together sexy, but thats not your problem

mmm imagine cove coming behind you to help you get the brownie pan out of the cabinet, helping you move the pots and pans in front of it and his body is against yours. and hes so chill about it, as if his groin is pressed again you....

and when its finally in the pan and its cooked, you're trying the brownies and cove finishes his so you pull him in by his belt loops...

he totally freezes up but youre in front of him, holding out a brownie for him to eat from your hand and he keeps eye contact as he bites down. hes watching you, and youre watching the way his lips part as he bites down and how he licks his lips...

and cove swallows, youre watching the way his throat bobs...

omg and if you bite the same spot he bit into, looking into cove's eyes the entire time and his hands move to your thigh, the other to the back of your neck..

and you both lean in and meet in the middle, and you're so lost in kissing each other that you drop the brownie. as much as you like, love, kissing cove you're glad that that was a smaller slice since these brownies are pretty damn good

but then cove slips his tongue in your mouth and suddenly the brownies taste so subpar to this...

oh man i need to stop typing n write this shit immediately 🙌🙌🙌😫

#olba #cove holden

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sethsclearwater · 1 year

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synopsis: human!reader is with paul and seth at emily’s while the boys talk about a new rogue vampire in the area. reader gets bored and decides she wants both of her boys. things get heated.

warnings: a lot of smut, dom!paul, dom!seth, sub!reader, size kink if you squint

word count: 2.9k

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the sun had just set and you were in emily’s kitchen getting a glass of water while the pack discussed the new rogue vampire scent they had picked up on in the area. from what you knew, they had been tracking the vampire’s scent for a while now and jacob claimed he almost caught the vampire while on patrol today but they ended up jumping off the cliff before he could get to them.

you weren’t particularly interested in any of it but had come because you didn’t really have anything better to do. you sat down on the kitchen counter as emily came over to you, “you alright?” she asked softly, offering your knee a quick squeeze as you took a sip of the water.

you giggled, nodding, “totally fine. jus’ bored.” you explained and she nodded, playfully rolling her eyes. the two of you had been friends prior to meeting seth and paul so you were happy to have her with you while the boys were out doing who knows what.

she offered you a small smile, “did you wanna come to port angeles with me tomorrow? i was thinking about going to pick up some new art supplies but we can go get lunch or something too if you wanted to come with.” she asked softly and you nodded, beaming up at her.

you loved shopping, especially with emily, “i’ve been dying to go to that new thai place over there so we definitely have to do that!” you exclaimed, both of you laughing. she nodded, happy to know that you’d be coming with her tomorrow.

before you could make any more plans, paul’s voice pulled both of you out of your conversation, “princess can you come here?” he called softly from his place at the table and you nodded, hopping off the counter and heading over to him.

he opened his arms for you, allowing you to sit in his lap, “do you have emmett’s number?” he asked as he wrapped your arms around your waist.

you nodded, grabbing your phone, “why do you need it?” you asked, peeking up at him and he just pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“jus’ wanted to call and see if he picked up the scent while he was out on patrol today.” seth explained from his spot next to you, running his hand over your thigh and you smiled, nodding as you sent emmett’s number to sam so he could call him.

while sam called emmett, you turned your attention back to paul, running your hand up his chest, “you okay?” he asked softly, content with letting you touch him while he waited for your response.

you nodded, glancing up at him, “jus’ bored.” you explained and he nodded, squeezing you a bit closer to his chest for a moment/

“you wanna take a walk with me pretty girl?” seth asked you and you nodded, taking his hand and allowing him to rest his hand on your lower back and guide you out the front door.

once you got outside, you instantly felt better, curling into seth’s side, “we can go get some shells down at the beach tomorrow morning before you go out with emily if you want.” he suggested, wrapping his arm around your waist, pressing his lips to your hair when you nodded.

“when are we going home?” you asked softly, peeking up at him as he led you over to the slightly overgrown path next to emily’s path.

he shrugged, sighing as he helped you step over a log that had fallen onto the path, “probably gonna be a little bit longer. they’ve gotta make the new patrol schedule still.” he explained and you huffed, not particularly happy about getting home so late, “you got big plans tonight or something pretty girl?” seth teased when he saw your frustration and you just rolled your eyes, giggling.

“wanted to cuddle with you and paul.” you explained, spinning in his arms so you were chest to chest, effectively stopping him from continuing your walk. he eyed you up, sliding his other arm around you so he held you close to him.

“oh yea?” he asked teasingly, already figuring out you wanted more than just cuddles. you nodded, sliding your hands under the thin fabric of his t-shirt, gently tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, “you’re something else pretty girl.” seth mused, squeezing your hips before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

he pulled away a little too quick for your liking, “have you said anything to paul about your little idea?” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours as he waited for your response.

you shook your head, “not yet.” you whispered, tugging seth’s hips a bit closer to you in an attempt to create any kind of friction.

“hm,” he hummed, smiling a bit, “i think you gotta let him know. i know he’s been thinkin’ about you all day.” he mused, pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

you looked up at him incredulously when he pulled away, “he’s been thinking about me?” you asked, shocked despite knowing both boys�� worlds quite literally revolved around you.

seth nodded, humming, “he has pretty girl.” he teased, chuckling when you released your grip on the band of his sweatpants and instead grabbed his hand, tugging him back towards the house.

once the two of you got back inside, you dropped seth’s hand in favor of finding your other boyfriend who was just walking out of the bathroom down the hall. you quickly walked over to him, pressing your hands to his lower abdomen as you gently pushed him back into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

paul furrowed his eyebrows together, clearly not having any idea what you were up to, “what’s wrong?” he asked softly, sliding his hands over your hips as he waited for you to respond.

“need you.” was all you said before you were wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.

paul quickly melted into it, pushing you up against the counter as he slid one of his hands up your back, knotting his fingers in your hair, “did seth just fuck you?” he asked softly as he pulled away, lifting you up to sit you on the counter before sliding his hands over your thighs.

you shook your head, “he said to talk to you.” you whimpered, spreading your thighs so he could step in between them, “i need help.” you whimpered, taking his pointer finger and guiding it over to your covered pussy, desperate for any kind of friction.

he exhaled a breathy laugh, “you’re ridiculous.” he murmured teasingly, pressing his finger down against the sensitive bundle of nerves in between your thighs, eliciting a low whine from you.

“we gotta be quick if you want me now, you know that?” he asked softly and you nodded, allowing him to lift your hips a bit so he could quickly tug your shorts and panties down, “fuck-” he groaned when he saw how wet you already were for him, “you weren’t kidding.” he chuckled, quickly sliding two of his fingers into you which had you whining at the stretch.

“you can take it,” paul murmured, scissoring his fingers against your tight walls in an attempt to get you stretched out for him, “there you go.” he cooed when he felt your walls relaxing a bit around him.

he pulled his fingers out of you, quickly tugging his sweatpants down enough to free his aching cock from its restraints and you watched as he spread his precum around the tip. he swiped his fingers through your folds again, eliciting another whine from you as he gathered some of your slick onto his fingers and spread it over his cock to help lubricate himself.

paul pressed the tip of his cock against your aching entrance, only pausing for a moment before pushing all the way into you. you whimpered loudly, throwing your head back as he sheathed himself inside of you, “look at that pretty pussy.” he mused as he allowed you a moment to adjust to him, “you gonna let seth have a turn with you when i’m done?” he asked teasingly, loving seeing how quickly you became a mess when his cock was buried in you.

you nodded, whimpering when you felt your walls flutter around him. paul just chuckled, pulling his hips back before plunging back into your heat, using one of his hands to anchor your hips close to him as he fucked you.

your breath caught in your throat when paul reached his finger down to rub slow circles against your clit, “‘m i making your pussy feel good?” he murmured, letting out a low groan when he felt the way your walls clenched around him at his question.

“makin’ me feel so good sir.” you whimpered, gripping his biceps to stabilize yourself as you started to feel your first orgasm of the night build up.

paul groaned, setting a faster pace as both of you chased your highs, “my little cock slut,” he groaned, rubbing tight, fast circles against your clit, “you gonna cum on my cock?” he asked and you nodded, breathing getting more and more shallow as your orgasm got closer and closer.

“fuck your pussy is so tight,” he gritted out, his grip on your hips getting to be bruisingly tight, “you want my cum in you? that gonna make you feel better?” he asked and you nodded, his figure blurring as your eyes filled with pleasurable tears.

paul chuckled lowly, “go on kitten,” he encouraged, knowing you were holding back from cumming until you got his permission, “wanna see you cum on my cock.” he added, groaning as you quickly came undone on him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him close to you as you met your orgasm on him.

the way your walls gripped him had him meeting his high right after you, his thrusts stuttering a bit as he emptied himself inside you. you took some deep breaths, breathing heavily as you came down from your high.

a soft knock at the door pulled both of you back from your thoughts, “‘s just seth.” paul reassured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before reaching over to unlock the door so seth could quickly step in and close the door behind him.

“pretty girl,” seth chuckled when he saw you disheveled figure sitting on the counter, “paul help you out?” he asked teasingly as paul slowly pulled himself out of you.

you nodded, a pout on your face as you grabbed seth’s hand, pulling him over to you, “want you too.” you whimpered, both men laughing softly at how desperate you were in your post-orgasmic haze.

“you got her?” paul asked as he pulled his sweatpants on and seth nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “okay i’ll be in the kitchen if you need me kitten.” paul reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, “promise you can sit with me when you come out, yea?” he suggested, knowing how clingy you were after sex with either of the boys.

you nodded, smiling a bit when he pressed another kiss to your temple before heading back out to the kitchen. turning your attention back to seth, you were excited to see that he had already freed his cock from his sweatpants and was pumping it to get himself ready for you, “you ready pretty girl?” he asked softly as he lined himself up with your weeping hole.

nodding, you whined as he pressed himself inside of you, your wetness and paul’s cum making it much easier for him to slide into you than normal, “so good for me.” seth praised, resting his hands on your hips, “you always take me so well.” he mused, looking down at where the two of you were connected, a small smile on his face when he saw the slight bulge in your belly from him.

after giving you a moment to adjust to his length, he slowly drew his hips back, setting a slow but steady pace with you that had you whining just as much as paul’s fast, rough pace had you just a few minutes prior, “good girl,” seth murmured as he reached his finger down to draw slow, intentional circles against your clit that had you clenching tightly around him.

he slid his free hand up your sweatshirt, cupping at your breast when he found you had decided not to wear a bra, and gently rolled your nipple between his finger, eliciting a soft whimper from you. “you gonna cum for me pretty girl?” seth asked, smiling at you as he continued to lazily thrust in and out of you, knowing how much you adored the slow pace right after paul finished being rough with you.

you nodded, “can i?” you whimpered, gripping his forearm to stabilize yourself, whining when you felt him press down a bit harder on your clit as he nodded.

“‘course you can cum pretty girl. you gonna let me cum inside you too? fill you up so you’re feeling better?” he asked, relatively soft with you considering how close he was to cumming himself.

you nodded, eyes filling with tears again as you teetered on the edge of your second orgasm of the night, “please seth-” you whimpered, letting out a soft moan when he pressed down on your clit, sending you right over the edge to your orgasm.

you whined, dropping your head back, eyes closed as you rode out your second orgasm of the night, seth following right behind you as your walls pulsed around him. he slowed his thrusts a bit more, groaning as he spilled into you, both of you taking a few moments to catch your breaths.

seth was the first to come back to his senses, running his hands up and down your thighs as he patiently waited for you to come down from your high, “such a good girl,” seth murmured, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

“let me get you cleaned up so you’re not sticky, yea?” he asked softly, knowing you’d probably be making a scene shortly if you were able to feel their mixed fluids leaking out of you for the rest of the night.

you nodded, whimpering softly when he pulled himself out of you, grabbing one of the rags from the cabinet before stepping back in between your legs, “sit still yea? promise i’ll be quick.” he reassured when he noticed the pout on your face.

nodding, you attempted to relax a bit as he swiped the rag through your now puffy and overstimulated folds, sighing when you whimpered, “doin’ so good for me.” he praised, taking a few more seconds to clean up as much of the leaking cum as he could before tossing the rag into the laundry hamper.

he pressed another kiss to the crown of your head before getting his sweatpants back on and helping you back into your panties and shorts, “you wanna sit with paul for a little bit?” he asked softly as he helped you off the counter and you nodded, allowing him to fix your hair before guiding you out of the bathroom.

quil was the first to notice the two of you, bursting into laughter when he saw the blush on your cheeks and the way you hid behind seth, “you guys are the worst. if she’s not pregnant after that-” he started but paul cut him off with a loud smack against the back of his head.

“don’t say that you clown - you’re gonna fuck with her head.” he grumbled, opening his arms for you when you quickly made your way over to him, smiling when he let you sit in his lap and wrapped his arms around you.

“in the bathroom? seriously?” sam groaned when he realized what the three of you were up to and you just giggled, burying your face in paul’s shoulder as the rest of the pack burst into laughter at the stupidity of the whole situation.

normally, you’d guessed sam would’ve been fuming with you three but seth had accidentally walked in on him railing emily in your bathroom not even 3 days prior so there wasn’t too much room for judgment there.

“now we’re even.” emily teased, sitting down at the chair next to you and offering you a mug of tea which you gladly took from her.

seth chuckled, sitting down in the chair on the other side of you, gently running his hand up and down your back, “you guys are foul.” sam grumbled, rolling his eyes before turning his attention back to the new patrol schedule which they still had not figured out.

feeling much less bored and more satisfied than you were this morning, you were able to relax into paul’s chest while you waited for the boys to finish finalizing the new patrol schedule.

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undercoverpena · 11 months

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"jealousy isn't a good look"

😏 so, instead of admitting that he’s jealous. javier rocks up to the bar—dragging Steve with him—to overlook you flirting-not-flirting with someone from the CIA. and cause I love what I have written, I’m gonna share some of it.

javier peña x f!reader • drabble 18+ themes.

dedicating to @swiftispunk because they loved this idea yesterday and now I wanna make their day spicy

He’s looking you up and down—dragging sharp glares up and down your skin. You can feel the storm in them, how it chokes you—the wave of anger which flows from him, shooting itself across the bar.

That the unbridled annoyance has chewed into the brown of his eyes, swallowing all colour—leaving only simmering darkness.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you think of how hard he’d fuck you in his current mood. How he’d likely press your cheek and chest against the wall, teasing you until you couldn’t speak.

Not letting you fall over the cliff until you were begging.

He’d most likely bend you over, uncomfortably so, before sliding into you in one smooth movement. How he’d make your thighs tremble, leave little teeth marks in hidden places—a reminder of how far you’d taken all of this. That the back of your head would meet the wall with each thrust, nails digging into your own calves as he makes you feel faint and good all at once.

Then, he turns his head away, and the defiance angers you more than his original glare. You think of pulling his chin, forcing him to look at you.

Instead, you plaster on a sweet smile. Sliding from beside him to the place between his thighs, spreading them with your hips as he grunts.

“Steve, you should go home…”

“On it,” the blond says, draining his glass, and patting Javi on the back as he leaves.

Feeling Javi shift on the stool, you let your fingers stroke his neck before forcing his eyes to yours.

“Javier.”

His silence speaks volumes.

So, you run your thumb against his jaw, coolly saying, “Javi.”

He rolls his eyes before meeting yours, sighing in response. Letting your palms rest on either side of his cheek.

If the shoe were on the other foot, you know he’d have thrown you over his shoulder. He’d have been pissed at you, beyond pissed, that you were ignoring him—and you’re being patient, kinder than he would be.

But it’s running out. Growing thin with each second, he says nothing—his annoyance, jealousy, and likely a whole host of emotions, swarming in his eyes.

The speckles of gold amongst the dark, pulling you in, likely desperate to not melt and let himself be angry.

“Your friend looks lonely,” he says coldly.

Smirking, you lick your lips, purposefully moving closer to him, leaving no room. “I think I’m okay here.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

He snorts, turning his eyes but not his face. “Yeah, seems it.”

“How about you just tell me you’re jealous, and you want me to stand here with you, and then we can pretend we’re not fucking—like we always do—and then later, when the sun has set, I’ll show up to your place and you’ll give me various reasons why sleep isn’t as good as you?”

Glaring, jaw rocking from side to side, considering your words before he shakes his head. “I’m not jealous.”

“You’re being childish.”

“And you’re being a brat.”

You smirk, coldly at that. “And, how are you going to fix that, Peña?”

AN: I think this one will smut close to the sun.

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metallicaislife · 7 months

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Afternoon Delight

Requested by : Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 845

Warnings: drug use, protected sex, P in V sex, m x f pairing, fingering, post sex cockwarming

“What do you want to listen to?” I asked as I looked through Cliff’s cassette collection.

“Anything there is good.” He replied.

“You’re no help.” I murmured. Granted he was focused on rolling us a joint to share so I shouldn’t give him too much shit. I continued to look through his music, then settled on a Peter Gabriel cassette.

“Good choice.” He looked up as he finished prepping the joint. I sat on his bed with my back against the wall.

Cliff sat next to me near the end of his bed.

“Open.” He took my chin in his fingers to part my lips and placed the joint between them.

“You rolled it, you get the first hit.” I said, trying to take it out of my mouth. He swatted my hand away and flicked the lighter.

“I want you to take the first hit.” He said. I didn’t argue further and inhaled. I took the joint and passed it to Cliff. I exhaled and coughed a little.

Cliff and I passed it back and forth for a while before putting it out.

“That’s good shit.” I said, smiling at him. He chuckled and rubbed my thigh.

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow lifted.

“Mmm. I mean you always have the best green.” I giggle.

“Yeah, I do.” He grinned at me. His hand stayed on my thigh as we continued chatting about everything yet nothing. That is one of the things I love about Cliff, we can talk for hours, about silly stuff, deep things, and most of all he’s the person I can sit in silence with. Just being with him makes me happy.

It hadn’t slipped my notice that his hand occasionally moved higher, alternating between soft squeezes and rubbing little circles with his fingers. I was however caught off guard mid sentence as he maneuvered and pinned me to his bed.

“Is this okay?” He asked as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. Any recollection of what I was in the middle of saying had vanished.

“Yeah.” I smiled up at him. He grinned back at me then leaned down to meet my lips in a tender kiss. The kiss grew more and more needy as he ground his hips into mine. I could feel his erection through his jeans.

“I just wanna be inside you.” He mumbled against my lips. I didn’t respond verbally. I played with the hem of his shirt, he sat up and took it off then helped sit me up enough to get my shirt and bra off. He kissed my shoulder, laying me back down. He impressively shimmied himself down so he could undo my pants button and zipper. I instinctively raised my hips, he took my pants and panties in one go. After flinging them into his room he began running his fingers through my folds. He let his fingers collect enough slick before sliding them inside of me.

“I don’t want your fingers.” I whined.

“I know, love. I have to make sure you’re ready to take me.” He reassured me and kissed my thigh. My whine turned into a moan as he curled his fingers. Just when I was about to go over the edge he pulled them out. I whined again and he chuckled softly. He stood up removing his jeans and boxers letting his erection free. He opened the drawer to his bedside table and pulled out a condom. I watched intently as he put in on, he got back on top of me and didn’t waste any time aligning himself with my entrance. I widened my legs, he sunk in and leaned down resting his forehead on mine. I wrapped my legs around him as he found a steady pace. His lips met mine in a passionate kiss.

Cliff intertwined our fingers with one hand, as his other found my sensitive clit. It wasn’t long before I came, the pleasure hitting me so hard I swear I could see stars.

“Oh god. You feel so good, squeezing me so hard.” He groaned. Cliff didn’t last much longer. His hips stuttered as he came. He continued to rut into me stretching both of our highs until he came to stop fully sheathed inside me. He took a minute with his head buried in my shoulder, his body weight like a comforting weighted blanket. I rubbed his back softly.

I squealed as he rolled us over, he was still inside of me and I was now on top. He patted his chest and I laid flushed against him. He snagged his blanket pulling it over us as we cuddled.

“I love you.” He murmured as he tickled my back, I could hear the sleepiness in his voice.

“I love you more.” I smiled softly, running my fingers over his chest.

“Uh-huh.” He protested.

“Most definitely.” I teased.

“I’m too tired to prove otherwise right now… but just you wait.” He teased back, kissing my forehead.

“Already looking forward to it.” I yawned and quickly fell into a peaceful slumber.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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k111lemall · 3 months

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Listening Stars ⚝ Cliff Burton x Fem!Reader

ignore how embarrassing long this took me to post

word count: 1,117

warnings: fingering, almost caught, smut, making out 😝

I liked going to parties - sometimes. I liked going to parties when I was with Cliff. We always had so much fun together, even if we were just standing in the kitchen talking, we always managed to find a way to make each other laugh.

tonight was different though, Cliff had played a show that night and I couldn’t come because I had to work but I promised I would meet up with him at the after-party at our mutual friend’s house. when I walked in the door I did what I always did, look for Cliff, but I couldn’t find him. I looked upstairs, downstairs, on the front porch, and the back porch, but I couldn’t find him anywhere.

I decided to take a break from my search and grab a beer, so I waltzed into the kitchen and made my way to the cooler, and reached my hand in to grab a bottle. while I was bent over I felt someone tap my back and I quickly rose and turned around.

Cliff stood in front of me with a smirk on his face. “Cliff! Where the hell were you I was looking everywhere for you?” I said to him “Jeez, the guys decided to play a couple extra songs so I just got here.” Cliff replied and looked at me with his eyebrows raised. “Oh…my bad. Want a beer?” I asked, hoping to get rid of some of the awkward tension. “Sure, I’ll take one,” Cliff said and I turned around to grab him and bottle and handed it to him.

“Wanna go sit in the backyard? It’s too crowded in here.” Cliff asked and I nodded. We made our way to the glass sliding door and stepped out onto the grass. We made our way to the side of the house and sat down against the outer walls. I took a sip of my beer and looked over at Cliff, “How was the show?” I asked and Cliff sighed “Shit. We played the couple of extra songs to make up for how shit we played.” he said and rubbed his forehead “Oh, I’m sorry.” I said and looked down at my legs “It’s fine, the crowd was chill and just kept cheering us on - thank god they didn’t throw tomatoes at us or anything.” he said and we both laughed.

I leaned my head against the wall and looked up at the sky, looking at the stars. “Woah,” I said and Cliff looked over at me before looking up at the sky as well. “That’s a lot of stars.” Cliff said and I nodded “How many do you think there are?” I asked him “At least twenty.” he replied and I chuckled. Cliff’s head turned and I noticed him looking at me from the corner of my eye.

I looked over at him “What?” I asked and he shook his head “Nothing…” he said and smiled “Just look at your stars.” he said and turned his head back to the sky. I did the same but scooted a little closer to Cliff so our arms were touching and so were the sides of our hands. Cliff took notice of this and in seconds he placed his hand on top of mine. I felt my face get hot from Cliff’s touch.

Cliff looked at me once again, but this time brought his hand up and placed his finger on the side of my chin - and turned my face towards his. I looked down at his lips and bit my own. Cliff leaned in and kissed me. I brought my free hand up and interlinked it with the one Cliff had on my chin. Cliff’s hand, still intertwined with mine, brought it down so it sat in between my upper thighs. Slowly, he let go of my hand and moved his higher up my leg till he was right by my underwear.

He removed his lips from mine for a moment and looked at me. “Is this okay?” he asked and I nodded, he placed his lips back on mine and suddenly the familiar touch from his hand on my mind was now rubbing circles over my clothed clit. The circles stopped, as Cliff moved from my lips down to my neck and his fingers slid my underwear to the side giving him full access.

I placed my hand on his chest, “Cliff…what if someone walks out?” I asked and Cliff shushed me “Don’t jinx it - the stars are listening.” he said and laughed silently. He focused his attention back on my neck, kissing and lightly sucking on it. His finger focused back on the area I had longed for him to touch the most. I could feel Cliff push his middle and ring finger together and slide down from the top of my clit down to my hole, and just as Cliff started to slide his fingers in - the sound of the backdoor opening flooded my ears.

I quickly looked at Cliff with wide eyes and tried to bring my hand down to move his from where it was now pushing in and out of me. I held back a moan as Cliff brought his free hand to grab mine and place it over my mouth. My wetness combined with Cliff’s rapid pace caused a wet slapping sound to begin to quietly ring out into the nighttime air. The person who came out must’ve come to smoke - because his lighter was clearly out of fluid with the amount of times and Cliff heard him try to spark it.

I could feel myself coming close, so I looked over at Cliff and he understood. Cliff came close to my ear and whispered “Don’t cum yet - let Sparky go inside. I wanna hear you.” he said quietly and I nodded. Cliff somehow quickened his trained fingers more than I thought he could and I tried with everything in me to hold back my moans and sobs.

Finally, after what seemed like forever ‘Sparky’ let out a “Fuck it.” and opened the door to go back into the party. As soon as the door closed again Cliff took my hand off my mouth brought his to the side of my face and lightly pushed my head onto his shoulder. “Now you can do it, pretty,” he said with a smirk. I threw my head back slightly and choked up a moan as my release finally came all over Cliff’s fingers. I breathed heavily as I came down from my high, Cliff looked down at me and kissed my forehead.

“I told you the stars would hear you.” he said and laughed.

#hell444you #hell444youwrites!!#metallica #metallica smut #cliff burton #cliff burton smut

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lovebillyhargrove · 1 year

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Conversations. A follow up to this

"Okay, I'll go first. Or you start. I don't know, do you wanna go first?"

Steve is putting pasta on a plate

"Not too much, Steve. I still can't eat a lot, gotta go easy."

Steve's putting half of it back and seasons the rest with the sauce. Billy's digging in. It's even nice. Having company, for starters. Seeing Billy alive is nice too. Who would've thought. Who would've fucking thought. Steve's excited and a little nervous, he doesn't know how to behave around Hargrove. The guy used to .. be a bit of an asshole to him, god, when .. ?? It seems like it was in a different lifetime. So much has happened.

"Yeah, so .. what did you actually eat there? What did you drink? I mean, how did you survive?? How did you .. what happened to your .. you had literal holes in your body, man!"

Steve's opening a drawer and taking out a fork for himself but then he sees that he's already got one, so he's sliding the drawer open again to put it back and then nearly drops the strainer.

Why is he so nervous?

"Will you stop fidgeting, Harrington? Just sit down, Jesus."

Billy is chewing his food slowly.

"Fuuck, that's so good. I uh .. I don't remember much at first. I was passed out cold, and I actually never expected to open my eyes again. It was just .. too much pain, pain everywhere. And light, and darkness. I remember laying on the cold ground. Have no idea for how long. Can't really count the time in that place, you know like .. it's just the never-ending night. But then .. the places where the mindflayer had got me, they closed up, started healing .. by themselves. I don't know, weird shit was happening to my body ever since ugh .. since the Brimborn."

"Brimborn?"

"That's when it happened first. At the end of June." - Hargrove's sighing. - "It's such a fucking long story, you sure you wanna listen?"

Steve's looking at him as though the boy is out of his mind.

"Of course I want to."

So Billy tells him about the abandoned Brimborn steelworks mill, about trying to run away from the monster, the excruciating pain and helpless fear. About having absolutely no-one to turn to and ask for help or at least an explanation. About Heather and her family, as well as other families. About the newly-acquired ability of his body to heal, what has probably saved him from bleeding out and dying on the floor of Starcourt.

"Apparently, the motherfucker wanted to teach me a lesson, I don't know. Or make me its puppet, again. It just didn't let me die .. there was a little stream of water going down the cliff down into the lake, and the vines let me walk to that stream. They actually let me walk around sometimes, but not far. The moment I got too far they'd pull me back. The worst was when .. when the bats came. They just .."

Billy is motioning at the hundreds of scratches and actual deep wounds that covered his body.

"But the bats also brought something like food. They would drop it near me, and .."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but don't ask me what it was, Harrington. I really don't know what it was, and I don't wanna think about it .. all I know, it was edible. At least it saved me from starving to death."

"So uh .. that day was the day when I decided to stop.. stop all of it. Not drink, not eat what they gave me. I kinda lost all my hope. Not that I had much of it to begin with but .. I just fucking got tired of it. I really thought you were a hallucination first, Harrington. It seemed like leaving for a better place already."

Billy's is chuckling quietly

And Steve's palms start sweating for no reason.

"So that's .. that's basically it, I guess."

Steve's staring at the other boy with wide open eyes

"Shit, that's uh .. one hell of a story, Billy."

"Your turn, Harrington. How did you get my car back?"

"You want a beer?"

"A beer? Maybe just uh .. a little. Not sure it's a good idea for me to drink a whole bottle, just now."

"No more records to break, keg king ??" - Steve couldn't help himself.

Billy's grinning.

"Yeah right. We should definitely do it sometime though."

"I'll hold you to it, Hargrove."

Billy's face is getting clouded over, like he's having memories of his other life, before being introduced to the horrors of Hawkins and taken around its most peculiar places of interest.

Steve snaps him out of it by telling Billy how he went to the junkyard to find the camaro because he couldn't get rid of the guilt. How he almost died being tied up by the seatbelt and trapped inside, because the car was out for revenge. How he couldn't believe what was happening, but he had to.

Steve tells Billy about the long months of fixing it up, and then about that evening when he went outside and found "Help me" written on the dewy glass. How he asked Eleven to try to locate Billy and find a portal, and then made the decision to go to the upside down, basically on a hunch.

"Are you fucking serious, Harrington? You went there all alone with no back up?"

"Yeah, kinda .."

"You're crazy, dude."

Dude? What happened to pretty boy? You used to call me that, remember? - flashes through Steve's mind.

No more than you are. Steve wants to say but keeps it to himself as well.

Instead he says

"We gotta .. I think we have to call El, let her know you're alive and back. And .. she should probably close that portal. Before the nasties spread all over Hawkins again."

"Actually .. there's no need to call her. I can do it."

Steve's looking at Billy in disbelief.

"What??"

"I think I got like .. powers now, Harrington? I feel it in my .. in my blood, in my bones. In me. Be a good chance to test it."

Steve's kinda choking on his own spit.

"Powers? You've got powers now?? You think??"

"Look, I don't know man. But I kinda feel it, like .. while I was possessed I could do this stuff like I had all this strength. I used it for the evil, but now .. I still have something, and now that I didn't actually break, didn't give in, I could try using it for the good. I guess."

Steve's looking at Billy in awe. Is Hargrove a superhero now?

Well, shit.

"When do you want to do this thing?"

"A couple of days later. I'm still kinda weak."

"Yeah okay .."

Steve has already finished his bottle of beer, but Billy has barely sipped his.

"Any idea on how to get a fake id here? Or revoke a death certificate? I need .. I think I still need a fucking document with my name on it."

Revoking a death certificate would certainly be fun.

"I know who to call. Owens will be able to help with that."

"Who's Owens?"

"The government guy who helped clean up all that mess after Starcourt."

"Government ..?"

"He's alright. He's actually one of the good ones."

Billy's shrugging his shoulders.

"If you say so."

"And hey, tomorrow we're bringing your car to that place I know."

"You free tomorrow?"

Steve's actually very happy to finally have a full day-off.

"Yep."

"Sounds like a plan, Harrington. Thanks for the food. Didn't know you can cook."

Like you know anything about me, Hargrove .. - Steve's thinking and before he can say anything

"I'm beat."

"Yeah, uhm .. maybe the guest room tonight?"

"Sure."

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#billy's camaro fic #harringrove #billy x steve #billy's camaro #harringrove fic

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haywire-hetfield · 2 months

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I have a MIGHTY NEED for Cliff/Lars breeding, Cliff topping ofc

Sure thing! Sorry this took so long to get finished <3

Kiss The Back Of Your Teeth

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Lars was comfortable as he laid on top of Cliff. The curtains were partially drawn, leaving the bedroom basked in dim lighting. It was just enough to be able to see each other without being too bright and Lars thought there wasn’t anywhere he’d rather be. They were both naked now, neither had gotten dressed the previous night when they went to bed and hadn’t bothered to get dressed this morning either.

He was settled down on him, Cliff’s arm wrapped around his waist to hold onto him. They’d been kissing for what seemed like hours now, both hard against the other, but there was no rush. They weren’t desperate yet, comfortable to just keep cuddling and kissing one another. Lars finally pulled away and smiled down at him for a minute, brushing brown hair away from Cliff’s face gently.

“I’ll get the condom,” Lars murmured, deciding to take the next step now. He pressed a soft kiss to Cliff’s lips and moved to slide off of him, but his arm tightened around him. “What? You wanna keep making out?” He teased with a small laugh in his voice, grinning at Cliff as he looked at him. Cliff smiled back and shook his head, hand rubbing over the small of Lars’ back.

“Why don’t we skip the condom this time?” Cliff propositioned, obviously leaving room for Lars to say no and insist they use one if he wanted. Lars was certainly surprised, they’d never skipped one before, but he wasn’t opposed. He considered it for a minute before nodding. “Let me on top,” Cliff told him, patting his ass before letting go of his waist. Lars grinned and followed the instruction.

Lars settled down onto the pillows and watched as Cliff grabbed the lube. He settled in between his spread thighs afterward, slicking up one finger first. When he pressed it inside, he found what he’d suspected to be true. Lars was still mostly slick and open from last night, not really needing to be stretched open first.

“Do you want me to finger you?” Cliff asked him anyway. He never minded doing it, but Lars usually preferred just getting to it whenever they could. As he expected, Lars shook his head and he complied as soon as he had the answer. He focused on lubing himself up instead, stroking lube along himself until he was satisfied that he was wet enough. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his partner.

Already, this felt different from every other time they’d done it. The knowledge that he was about to fuck Lars without a condom made his cock twitch in his hand, stroking himself harder. He knew it wasn’t actually too much different, but he felt like Lars was so much hotter inside as he lined himself up. Pushing inside was easy, Lars’ body opening up to him as Cliff pressed into him. It was hot and tight around him, almost impossibly so.

“You feel so much better without a condom,” Cliff told him, feeling like his voice was shaking as he spoke. The pleasure was intense and the knowledge that he was going to get to come inside of Lars only made this feel even better. He worried how quickly he might finish, but he held on.

“You do too,” Lars murmured and smiled when Cliff paused his movements, letting Lars adjust to him. They’d done this not even twelve hours ago, but he still wanted to make sure Lars was as comfortable as he could be. “This is perfect. You feel so much better without a condom,” Lars told him and Cliff had to smile, glad they were on the same page and that he wasn’t the only one who thought this was worlds different.

Lars pressed a few soft kisses along his face as they waited, nodding for him to continue once he was finally ready. Cliff built his pace steadily, knowing better than to just start quickly. Lars always preferred more of a build-up and he was more than happy to give him that. Nails dug into his back as Lars let out a quiet moan, feeling Cliff rubbing against every sensitive spot in him.

It had always felt like they were perfectly made for each other. Cliff rocked harder into him, groaning at the way Lars clenched around him. It was so much better without the condom, completely able to feel one another. Each ridge, the heat radiating off of each other, how much Cliff was leaking already. One hand slipped down to wrap around Lars’ cock, beginning to stroke him evenly. Cliff knew he wasn’t going to last very long and he wanted to push Lars over the edge before he got there.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” Lars told him, voice breaking the silence between them suddenly. Cliff nodded his acknowledgment, although he wasn’t sure what Lars was grateful for. Fucking him, fucking him raw, touching him? Cliff wasn’t sure, but he knew that he’d do this for the rest of his life if he could. Lars never needed to thank him. “You feel so fucking good. Are you gonna breed me?” He asked and Cliff choked out a noise.

“Yeah,” He said dumbly, fighting to form words. The question had broken his brain in the best possible ways. Lars was grinning up at him, knowing exactly what he was doing. Cliff rocked into him faster, chasing both of their releases. He stroked tighter along Lars’ cock, earning a soft groan and he hoped he could make Lars feel as crazy as he did. “I’m going to breed you so fucking good. Gonna fill you up until it hurts,” He assured.

Lars whined at those words, head tipping back against the pillows a bit. It was obvious the pleasure was overtaking any words that might form in his mind. It went on like that for a while, Lars letting out noises easily. He never had any shame and it seemed amplified now. He didn’t even give a warning before he came over Cliff’s fingers.

Cliff stroked him through it, knowing exactly when to let go of Lars to avoid overstimulating him. He continued fucking into him, knowing Lars could take it. Not only could he take it, but he wanted it. He wanted Cliff to keep fucking him until he finally came, filling him up just like he’d wanted and Cliff was willing to give him anything he could ever want. Especially something he wanted just as bad.

“You better not pull out,” Lars told him, voice quiet and close to his face. Those words hit Cliff like a brick wall, making him snap. He’d never gotten off as if on cue before, but the words seemed to cause a chain reaction. He pressed as deeply inside as he could, a subconscious need to finish all the way inside.

“You feel me, babe?” Cliff rambled out to him, surprised he could even form thoughts and sentences while he came. “Feel how deep I am? Breeding you full?” He asked and Lars’ breath hitched, nodding sharply. Cliff couldn’t help but notice how quickly Lars had shifted from being demanding to staring up at him with wide eyes. It made him proud that he was able to reduce Lars to this.

“Feels good,” Lars managed to get out and Cliff leaned down to kiss him, smiling a bit against his lips. He knew he’d have to do this again. His mind was hit with images of fucking Lars full more than once, leaving him wet and open until he was ready to fill him up again. Maybe even plugging him up to keep him full. He felt his cock twitching a bit and he had a feeling they weren’t only going one round this time.

#cliff burton x lars ulrich #lars ulrich x cliff burton #cliff burton #lars ulrich #metallica #metallica smut #metallica nsft #lars ulrich smut #lars ulrich nsft #cliff burton smut #cliff burton nsft #nsft #smut #rpf #asks

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cannedbeefaroni · 9 months

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Sorry for the torture of an ask but could you write something about reader getting rejected by burt? Like some maybe they're close friends n neighbours and one day reader is just drunk and accidentally confesses BSDHVSB im so sorry

(Imma just write a drabble about this because if I put too much effort into it I’ll explode like squidward falling off a cliff on a bike 💀)

You’d be at his place one night, having dinner and a few drinks. Well, he’s the one having a few drinks, you end up taking the bottle for yourself and drinking straight from it. It was Friday night, and you both had excruciatingly long weeks. Work was hell, you’ve had issues with your family, and the person you’ve been dating for a few weeks decided to dump you on a whim.

Burt felt for you, he really did. He hated seeing you so upset, and he wanted to help you feel better. He enjoyed having dinner with you, so it wasn’t anything new for you two to hang out like this. Both you and him were overworked and lonely, and it was nice to have each other.

It was difficult trying to act like nothing was bothering you that night, but the drunker you got, the easier it was to forget. You grew tired and loopy, but giggly all at the same time. As Burt spoke to you about his day, you dozed off, not registering a work he said. You just stared at him as you held your face in you hand, slumped over the table. Your face, ears, throat, and chest were all burning at once. Your head was sliding down your arm as you failed to stay awake, causing it to slam into the table, waking you back up.

"Are you okay?" Burt asks, horrified as his hands jolt forward, ready to help you up. Clumsily, you sit up, laughing at yourself incoherently. "Maybe you should head back to your place and get some sleep?"

"Mmh, you're kicking me out?" you whine, pinching your eyebrows together in annoyance.

"No, I just think you're due for some sleep. You're exhausted."

"Lemme stay here, please?"

"Why? You're right next door. I'll walk you if you want," he walks around the table, offering his hand to help you up from your seat. Instead, you throw yourself at him, hugging him tight, sitll in your seat with your face pressed against his stomach.

"Burt, please don't make me leave," you cry, gripping his back. Gently, he hugs you back, caressing your head as he sighs. You stand so you can rest your head on his shoulder, and his arms rest around your upper back. A massive lump in your throat forms, and your heart beats rapidly.

"Please don't leave me, I love you," you sob, and you feel his arms start to shake.

"Please, no. Not like this," his voice trembles, making you cry harder.

"Why can't you like me back?" you grip his shirt tightly, keeping your face buried against his shoulder, not looking at him.

"You're not in your right mind right now, and you know I'm still not over her. I just can't be with you, or anyone for that matter," he states sternly, trying to set the record straight without hurting you any further, and failing.

"It's not fair," you weep, sniffling hard.

"I know. I'm sorry," he pets your head, letting you cry as much as you need.

"Don't make me go, I don't wanna be alone," you choke on your sobs, then hiccup in your drunkenness.

"You can sleep on the couch if you need," he sighs, and you nod, head still pressed against him.

He takes you by both hands, slowly leading you to the sofa so you won't fall over. Once you reach it's edge, you flop over onto it, and Burt sits next to you. Shuffling, you move yourself up to lay your head on his lap, and he lets you, resting his hand on your head. You want to thank him, but you just can't find the words. You lay in silence, feeling his hand caressing your head. It's difficult to think of anything besides how nice his body heat feels against you, and how you want to stay like this forever.

"I'm so stupid," you mumble, sleepily.

"You're not. You're amazing," he whispers, and it's the last thing you remember before dozing off.

#cries for 100 years #burt fabelman x reader #burt fabelman #danonation #danocel

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wardenparker · 2 years

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You’re So Vain - Chapter 11

Dieter Bravo x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Oscar winning star Dieter Bravo’s reputation is suffering after the debacle of “Cliff Beasts 6″ and “Beasts of the Bubble”, so his management team has signed him on to a publicity stunt to find his soulmate and show the world a softer side of the erratic and unpredictable star. The plan quickly go awry, though, when Dieter’s soulmate wants nothing to do with him.

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+! Word Count: 12.9k Warnings: *Blanket warning for chronic illness, cursing, and deceased family members. This is a Dieter fic, folks, so there absolutely will be discussions of drugs, drug use, and addiction.* Enemies to lovers, food/alcohol consumption, the YEARNING, mutual pining, sex toys in public, so much teasing, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, sex toy sex, mention of age gap, dash of a praise kink (use of ‘good boy’), SO MANY good things! Summary: There are more birthday shenanigans in store, both in Basel and in Geneva - and it’s getting harder every second not to tell Dieter how you feel. Notes: I have a *lot* of feelings about these two, okay? Don’t look at me like that 👀👀

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There's a little cafe across the street from the tattoo shop where Dieter made your appointment, and you're amused to see that the place is owned and operated by American ex-pats when you walk in the door. The woman out front is around your age, and she starts to greet you in German automatically but halts when she recognizes Dieter.

"Oh my God, Dieter Bravo!" She flutters, immediately looking around when she realizes she was so loud. "I mean, uh, I— hi! Welcome! Would you like a table?"

Dieter smiles, nodding at the enthusiastic woman. "We would." He acknowledges, keeping his hand firmly in yours.

The place is cozy and full of nooks and crannies where tables have been tucked for privacy, and the woman sits you at a nicely secluded table before handing off two menus and blushing all over again about how unbelievable it is that Dieter Bravo is in her restaurant. After another moment she’s gone again, off to grab your drinks and leaving you to settle into the plush chairs at your little table.

Looking around, Dieter spots the signs for the bathroom and looks back over at you with a grin. "So, uh, you wanna go first?" He asks, waggling his brows playfully. "Go slip your little toy inside you?"

The bag from the toy shop is discreet and plain, and more importantly it’s still in your hand under the table. “I’ll be right back,” you promise him, leaning over to quickly kiss his cheek before disappearing around the corner toward the bathrooms.

Dieter grins, barely able to look at the menu as he keeps sneaking glances at the little hallway leading to the bathrooms. Eager to see how you react to a toy inside you.\

The bathroom here is clean and small, just big enough for you to spread out all the instructions for your new toy and give it a wash before making sure it’s set comfortably inside you. Nerves over the upcoming appointment might have made that part difficult but all you can think about is how much fun Dee is going to have – literally – toying with you while you eat and it’s made you plenty ready. When you walk back out to the table you’re trying to smother a splitting grin and shifting ever so slightly when you walk, adjusting to the item nestled inside you.

The drinks have been deposited and Dieter is watching you closely as you walk back, grinning wildly. “I guess it’s my turn now, right?” He asks, nodding to the bag and the remaining toy still inside.

“Go for it.” You hand him the bag with a grin and settle down in your seat. “Do you want me to order for you?” The app that will control his ring is already downloaded to your phone, and you plan on glancing through the settings while he’s putting it on.

Dieter smirks and winks at you. “You choose what I’m having.” He challenges as he slides out of the chair and heads off to the bathroom.

“Me,” you mumble, watching him go with a fond shake of your head. When the owner comes back you order bratwurst and rösti for Dieter and something called a tartiflette for yourself, figuring that it will likely be late tonight by the time you eat dinner and a filling lunch is a good idea.

In the bathroom, Dieter is quickly stripping down his pants and boxers, wrapping his hand around his cock to start stroking it. Needing to be fully hard to get a tight fit around his cock and balls when he puts it on. “Fuck.” He hisses, knowing he’s going to enjoy the ache and it will make it better when he fucks you tonight. He carefully fits the device over his cock after he washes it, groaning as he pulls his clothes back up.

It would be a massive understatement to say you've never done anything like this before. You've never dated anyone like Dieter before, and on your own you probably never would have thought of doing something like playing with remote control sex toys at lunch. You shift in your seat as you wait for him to come back, texting Steph for the couple of minutes that you're alone. It's early in LA and Nora just woke her up, but she had sent you a birthday text right away.

From Stephy: Hey Birthday girl! Is Dieter treating you right for your day?

Steph sends as soon as she gets your text. She hopes that Dieter is making it special even though she knows you will think the trip to the museum is enough.

To Stephy: HE HAD THE ENTIRE MUSEUM CLOSED FOR THE WHOLE MORNING SO WE COULD HAVE A PRIVATE TOUR WITH THE CURATOR

You write back immediately, grinning at the screen like an idiot while you open your camera to take a selfie wearing the flower crown that he had made for you that morning.

To Stephy: And I have a flower crown. Which is going to become a mandatory birthday element from now on.

From Stephy: Oh my Godddddd😍😍😍😍 He is being such a sweetheart. How romantic! 💘💘💘

Her heart is melting and she owes Dieter a huge hug for making this a special day for you in a way that is meaningful. Hopefully he knows how much that means to you.

To Stephy: He’s been super sweet today. And…adventurous 😇

From Stephy: REALLY? 👀👀 How so?

She is practically giggling to herself over how happy you sound through the texts.

To Stephy: Let’s just say we took advantage of having a private car on the train on the way here…and we just stopped by a very special kind of toy store before lunch…

Giving her the fun and gossipy news before you get to the much more serious item on your mind is definitely a good thing. Today is just about having fun, and you have had that in spades today.

From Stephy: Oh my God! That’s amazing! It sounds like a VERY happy birthday indeed!

She wants to ask how you are feeling about everything, but she doesn’t want to upset you. Wanting to be your cheerleader above all while you are gone.

To Stephy: I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been grinning like an idiot all day.

When it comes to it, your fingers hover over the keyboard for an extra minute before you hit send, finding that it’s just too soon to be admitting it to anyone beside yourself. And maybe it’s even too early for that, too.

From Stephy: I would be grinning like an idiot too. A private train car with sex, a private museum tour of your favorite piece and a sex toy adventure? Yeah I would be on cloud nine.

When Dieter reappears around the corner you can practically feel yourself light up, and it’s one more tick on the checklist of evidence for yourself that you can deal with later. Right now, you’re just going to accept that it’s okay to be happy to see your soulmate.

To Stephy: I love you, and I miss you, and I love/miss Nora too. We’re going to have lunch and go get my tattoo Text you a picture later!!

“Hey.” Dieter is grinning with the secret of what he is wearing. “How’s it going?” He waggles his eyebrows and glances pointedly at your lap under the table.

"Oh, ya know," you give his grin right back to him and shift at the table, feeling the toy move only slightly inside you. "Just sitting around totally normal like nothing at all is special about today whatsoever."

“Yeah.” He winks and reaches to hand you the paper to connect the app to the toy. “We might have to change that.”

With your phone already in front of you, you start putzing with the app that controls his toy and shove the paper away in your purse as soon as you're done. "Are you..."Glancing across the table at him, you end up biting your lip on the question. Having no familiarity with men's toys, you don't really know what he's feeling right now. "Comfortable? Like...does it feel good even before it's turned on?"

“It’s like your hand is around me and applying just the right amount of pressure.” He tells you, opening up his own phone and selecting the app for your toy.

"Oh, so you're really feeling good." There are so many settings on your phone screen right now that you almost don't know where to start, so you select the lowest possible vibration to begin with and toss him a smirk before hitting the On button.

Dieter jumps his eyes widening and nearly crossing, clamping his lips together so he doesn’t moan like the whore he is right now. “Fuuuuuuuck.”

"Oh...do you like that?" You nearly cackle with delight, barely managing to keep your glee to yourself because you know that eye roll. That's the way his eye roll back slightly and his eyelids flutter when you put your mouth on him.

He manages to push the button on the app to activate your own toy. Wanting to see your own reaction to the toy inside your cunt.

For a second, right when the buzzing inside your body begins, you completely freeze. It’s not like you’ve never had a vibrator inside you before but you’ve never had one in in public and you clap one hand over your mouth as soon as you can move again to stifle any noise threatening to break through. Fuck, it’s like heaven and this is only the lowest setting.

He groans quietly, seeing the way your entire body lights up. It makes his cock throb even more and he shoots you a grin. “You like it?”

“Yes.” There’s no use in being shy about it, especially when he’s the one with the control.

Dieter smirks and slides down in his own seat slightly, feeling the way that the toy vibrates around him. “This is— it’ll keep me from cumming.” He tells you with a pant. “Edging me.”

“So we just bought you your new best friend?” One hand across the table reaches for his just to have a little bit of contact, but with the other you tap the controls on your phone, selecting a slightly less predictable pattern of vibration.

He grunts, biting his lip and smirking at you when he increases the intensity and puts it on a burst pattern. “How’s your friend.”

“G—good.” Barely managing to paint on a perfectly convincing normal smile when your food arrives at the table, you relax again in your chair the second the owner has gone again. “Fuck,” you groan softly and grin.

Dieter chuckles softly. “Yep, this is going to be fun.” He tells you after his own toy falls still for a moment.

“Add it to the list of things I didn’t know I liked until I tried them.” You can fully admit that, as the thrill of possibly being caught is making the whole thing that m much more fun.

His smirk is dirty, and he leans in and sends you a small wink. “Kind of like you didn’t know you would like my cock until you took a ride on it?” He smirks again before he adjusts the intensity of your toy.

“Kind of.” Each time he ramps up the speed or changes the pattern of your vibrator you have to swallow a moan and you can feel how hot your cheeks are getting just from being turned on. “How was I supposed to know?”

“Hmmmm.” Dieter pretends to think about it. “Good question.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes at him, though now the words and the action are full of affection that you hadn’t even dreamt of two weeks ago.

He smirks at you before the next jolt of vibration hits him and his eyes flutter closed. “Hnnnnnnngh.”

“Eat your lunch, babe.” The idea of doing terribly mundane things while being simultaneously doing something adventurous has far more appeal for you than you thought it would, and you pick up your fork with a grin.

Dieter huffs, finding it harder than he imagined since he is doing this with you. “Have a bite of mine.” He insists, forking up a bite and holding it out to you.

There’s no way you’re going to make this easy on him, especially not when he’s chosen a very…energetic pattern of vibrations on your toy. Leaning forward, you wrap your lips around the bite of food and let your eyelids flutter shut, humming a soft moan that is only thirty percent about the food and seventy percent about the vibrator currently playing your clit like an expert musician. “Delicious.”

“Savor it baby.” He coos, giving you a shit-eating grin. He sees the riot of expressions on your face and he loves it. Loves knowing that you are being so dirty with him.

“So bossy today.” It’s as surprising to you admit is to him that you like it so much, but it’s really just that you see now that it’s a different way of prioritizing your pleasure. Different from his usual submission, where he’ll do nearly anything you ask.

He smirks and shoots you a look that asks if you’re surprised. “What? You think I can’t be bossy?” He challenges playfully.

“More like I’m surprised that I like it,” you laugh, shifting and squeezing your thighs together in your seat while you pick up another fork full of food. “I’m not…I don’t usually like taking orders. I guess there’s always exceptions that prove the rule, right?”

“A secret switch.” Dieter hums, happy that he could help you discover things about yourself. It was always fun.

“Something like that.” Maybe it’s just that you have never been with anyone long enough for them to care about trying different things together. Maybe it’s the fact that you actually have feelings for him - which is a whole other can of worms - that makes time with him fun and exciting. Who knows?

“Well, we’ll see how well you take orders later tonight.” He winks at you with a grin.

“Oh really?” While the confidence of that comment would normally have you clenching down around nothing, this time your eager cunt squeezes the toy buried inside you and you barely manage to stifle a whimper at how amazing it feels. You’re not going to last much longer at all with how good the vibrator feels and a new set of sexy daydreams in your mind.

“Mhm.” Dieter takes a bite of his food and moans quietly, both from the taste and the way that the toy is making him ache just a bit more from stimulation. “The birthday girl needs spankings after all.”

“It’s true. I do.” Tossing him a wink, you practically giggle. “I’ve been a very good birthday girl. I earned them.” Temporarily, the vibrating deep in your pussy stops and you’re able to breath. “God, the other people in our floor are going to be so glad when I leave.” You snort, smothering a giggle with one hand as it turns into a moan when the vibration pattern on your toy kicks in again. Some other hotel guests on your floor had walked into the elevator just in time to see Dee’s hand down your pants two days ago and they had immediately scuttled away to take the stairs - leaving you and Dieter laughing hysterically in their wake.

“I’m going to pout when you leave.” It’s true, he will pout. He’s enjoyed this time with you, not even having one argument with you. Maybe it was the sex or maybe it was that word that keeps bouncing around in his brain. “Have to FaceTime you when I’ve got my hand wrapped around my cock.” He will stick with sex for now, not wanting to scare you off or make things between you go back to the way they were.

“Never gonna be able to answer a call from you with Nora in the room, am I?” Rolling your eyes at him like it’s some huge deal, you end up laughing again. “Small price to pay for getting to watch you jerk off, I guess.”

“You could always watch me tonight on the train ride back to Geneva.” He teases.

“Interesting…” Actually the suggestion is surprisingly appealing and you squirm a little in your seat. “You wanna give me a little show?”

“Wanna give you a lot of things.” Dieter grunts, cock twitching in the ring and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to leer at you.

There’s no explaining away the way that such an obviously dirty thought - intended to be dirty - makes your heart and stomach flip. You can’t excuse it or wave it off. You are feeling that thing and you just need to tell your heart to shut the hell up and let your cunt run the show. That’s the part of you that you know for certain that he likes - the rest of it is only marginally less than a question mark. “Like what?” You prompt, tapping your fingers against your phone screen on the tabletop and grinning when the intensity on his cock ring ramps up by another degree.

“Shit.” He hisses softly, squirming in his own seat for a moment and it’s on the tip of his tongue to blurt out something that is way too heavy for this flirty banter. “Like this load of cum that’s building up.”

“I could let you cum down my throat before we go to my appointment.” If these toys were ever intended to help keep your hands off of each other, then you were both lying to yourselves. If anything, you just want him more at this point.

Dieter practically keens at the idea, his eyes bright with lust. “After we eat.” He pants out.

Your lips curl up in a smirk, watching him apply himself to his lunch with as much dedication as he possibly can. You only have a few more bites left and they’re gone quickly enough – already deciding you’re going to want him to fuck you in that bathroom. He can still cum down your throat, but you’re craving having him inside you again.

His own food is quickly bolted down, barely even tasting it in his eagerness to get you alone again. Biting his lip when the owner brings the check, and he hums as hands her his card. “It was great.” He tells her. “Best lunch.”

“Meet you in there?” After giving your compliments to the owner - the food really was good, you’re just distracted as hell - you slip away to the bathroom to wait for him. It gives you an extra second to take out the vibrator and clean it, wanting to save that incredible feeling of fullness for tonight in the hotel room when you can savor it. This? This is the definition of a quickie and it’s all you can do not to shove two fingers up your pussy and play with yourself while you wait.

“Would you need anything else?”

Dieter practically flies through his signature, leaving a 100% tip and biting his lip as he looks up at the woman who owns the restaurant. “Yeah.” Dieter pants. “Just, uh, don’t blast us online.” He tells her cryptically before he bolts from the table and hurries to the bathroom without even waiting for her answer.

“Took you long enough.” The second he’s through the door, you’re reaching for him. Crushing your lips against his and fumbling with the lock behind his back like some kind of sex-starved maniac. Sex-starved. That’s laughable. You’ve never had this much sex in your life and yet you’re still completely insatiable when it comes to him.

“Fuck.” Dieter loves sex, fucking loves it, but there’s something about you that just has him eager every fucking time you crook your finger. His lips trail down your throat. “Th-that eager to s-suck my c-cock?” He stutters out when the toy goes off again and makes him whine when your hand moves to cup him.

“Want you to f—fuck me.” He’s learned every sensitive spot on your body better than even you know them, and you shudder at the way he nips your skin. “Still gonna have you cum down my throat though. Fuck.”

“Love it.” Dieter is immediately agreeing, pushing you back against the bathroom sink and thanking God that there is plenty of room for you to sit on it. His fingers fumble with the button of his jeans and he pulls them down quickly, not even bothering to try to take off the cock ring. “I— fuck, I’ll cum if I try to fuck you without it.” He’s too needy right now, and he wants to see how he can make you cum with this on.

“Took mine out already.” Shifting backward on the edge of the broad sink counter, you mentally congratulate yourself for the excellent decision to wear both a dress and open panties today. “We can play with it again tonight,” you promise him, even as your fingers dig into his sides and your thighs spread wide for him. “Need you right the fuck now.”

It’s all he needs to hear and those words from your lips makes his cock throb even more. Desperate to feel your silken walls around him, Dieter quickly shuffles forward and lines up. It’s not slow, the way that the toy roars to life again has him stabbing his hips forward in a choked cry, filling you to the hilt.

The only way you manage not to scream is by muting the sound against his lips, pouring his name into a kiss instead of letting the whole restaurant know what you’re getting up to behind a locked door. The extra sensation from the pulsing and vibrating toy has you nearly sobbing, clinging to him as he fucks you into the counter even harder than when he’d wrecked you that first time in his dressing room at the studio.

He groans filthily into your neck, feeling like his entire body is on fire as he grinds into you. Knowing that he will have to make this quick, surely the owner has figured out what he was talking about. “I’m sorry.” He pants, pulling back to start rolling his hips in a frantic, unhinged beat.

“Fuck, I’m not.” Shifting a little to keep your balance, the slight change in angle hits something magical inside you and the room goes completely black for a second when you start to cum. There’s not even enough time to warn him, just your jaw hanging open in a silent scream of pleasure while your cunt clamps down on him like a vice.

Nearly biting through his lip, Dieter hisses, trying to work you through it, but he can’t fucking move for how tight your pussy is gripping him. Making him lightheaded and digging his fingers into your hips. “Fuuuuuuuuck, g-good g-girl.” He pants into your ear while your body pulses around hun.

You could have melted to the floor in a puddle for how pliant you feel, but as soon as Dieter is able to move again, you’re nudging him back to drop to your knees on the tile in front of him. If you didn’t know he was enjoying it, the clock ring almost looks painful - squeezing him as tight as your pussy just was which is obvious from how slick with your juices his cock is.

Groaning at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, his hand cups your jaw. “Fuck, let me - let me get it off.” He knows he won’t last thirty seconds with the toy no longer squeezing him and your lips wrapped around his dick. Especially when you seemed to fucking love sucking his cock.

Next time you’re going to keep a stopwatch handy, because you swear it takes well under a minute once his cock is down your throat for that strangled cry of your name and his fingertips digging into the back of your head to be joined by the deliriously hedonistic feeling of cum pouring down your throat. You hum around his length, encouraging him to bury himself to the hilt in your mouth and throat like you’ve learned he loves. Someday you swear he’s going to hit your stomach with the way you both love it when he’s buried deep, and you don’t even care.

You could fucking suck start an engine, Dieter’s thought that since the second you ever wrapped your lips around him. Whining when you continue gulping him down, his stomach twists and clenches with over stimulation that you know he adores. Making him gasp out your name one last time before he’s jerking his hips back.

Grinning up at him, you lick a few errant drops of cum and spit from the corners of your mouth before pushing up to be on your feet again. A few pieces of paper towel later and you’re fairly confident that you won’t drip your own cum down your thighs in the tattooist’s chair, and you giggle darkly as Dieter wraps you up in his arms. “Fuck we’re good at that,” you sigh in his ear.

“Yes we are.” He breathes into your neck, kissing it softly, tenderly. As much as he loves fucking you, he’s happy just like this too. But… “We need to go.” He huffs, reluctantly letting you go.

“Lame,” you complain, giving him a pout even though you know he’s right. As it stands, it’s a good thing that your appointment is right across the street otherwise you would be late.

“I know.” He takes your hand and opens the door, stepping out nonchalantly as if you hadn’t just been fucking like rabbits in the bathroom.

The tattoo parlour that Dieter picked out for you is clean, well lit, and covered in displays of previous customers’ art. There are half a dozen employees going about various duties inside, and a man around your own age with long hair and a bright smile greets you both as you walk inside. You’re precisely on time so he has a decent guess who you are and switches over to English after greeting you. Dieter beams beside you, eager to share another experience with you while you listen to the artist’s spiel.

“This is your first?” The man is very aware of who the two of you are, being a particular fan of Dieter’s, but doesn’t say anything on the topic as he pulls out a series of forms for you to fill out a sign.

“Yes.” And you’re grateful for the solid wall of Dieter’s presence beside you, holding your hand in his until the man behind the counter holds out a pen to you. “Everything I have is from my soulmate.” Just saying it makes you turn to him and smile, a flush of warmth running through you. “This is the first one I’m getting myself.”

His eyes widen slightly as he looks over at Dieter. “I cannot believe that you didn’t get some ink for yourself. But we’ll fix that.” He tells you with a wink.

“He set everything up for me.” Squeezing Dieter’s hand gently, you let go to pick up the pen and start filling things out. “Including emailing over the design. But I brought the original with me just in case. It’s, uh…it’s important to me. I did it myself, and it’s not something I chose lightly.” It’s something to honour those closest to you, and that does include Dieter. You’re glad you made that decision a week ago, because it has only increased since then.

“It’s exquisite work.” He praises, smiling at you. “When I was looking it over, others were asking about it.”

“Maybe I should be taking commission to design tattoos.” It’s a complete joke, of course, but that’s really only because you’ve never been able to take a compliment well. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop and the criticism to kick in, like it has always been with your parents. “I’m a little nervous.” You can admit that easily. “But I made sure I wore something that exposed my shoulder blade so you won’t have to deal with my clothing, and I didn’t use any lotions or anything this morning like your instructions said.”

He nods with a smile. “That sounds perfect. I’ve transferred the image to paper that will ink the design on your skin. That way you can see the outline and we can adjust it to your liking.”

Getting you settled into the chair and the design transferred to your skin is nerve-racking, but Dieter has your fingers laced through his as he walks you through it, randomly making comments to the artist about technicalities that you don’t quite understand. When the needle comes out is when you squeeze his hand tightly - this time with excitement creeping in amongst the other feelings. “I’m ready.” You’re not sure if you’re reassuring Dieter or yourself more when you answer the artist’s question about whether or not you’re ready to begin, but it’s your soulmate that you’re nodding to.

“Remember…” Dieter leans in and presses his lips to yours. “If it’s too much, they can stop at any time. I’ll sit for the rest of it if you need.”

“I know.” Never in your adult life would you have thought that kissing this man would be grounding, but you swear it’s the thing that helps you breathe. “I need to do this myself. This is…it’s got my brother in it. I know you understand.”

“Absolutely.” Dieter breathes against your lips. That is something he completely understands. He just knows that if the tables were turned, you would volunteer to take the pain of anyone you love. “You’ve got this.”

“Thank you.” It almost slips out – that word you’re definitely not saying – but you just smile against his lips as he kisses you one more time, and sit forward in the massage-therapist-esque chair that you’ll be occupying for the next few hours. It doesn’t hurt at first. Almost at all. And that’s so surprising that you manage to relax again. The pain will come with repetition, you’re sure, but not starting out in extreme pain is a better beginning than you figured on.

******

For his part, Dieter makes sure you know he’s there. His hand never leaves yours, thumb rubbing your palm or the back of your hand soothingly. Squeezing when you hiss at a particularly sensitive part. Offering you the option of water as he picks up the bottle and holds it out to you. “You want some baby?” Even putting a straw in it so you don’t have to move.

“God yes.” Water is exactly what you need right now, after an hour of sitting, and the addition of the straw to the bottle makes you grin. Despite not being able to take care of himself worth a damn, he’s pretty good with the little things when it comes to you. “How does it look so far?”

There's something about being able to give you what you need that fills Dieter with.an enormous sense of pride. His chest puffs up slightly and his eyes move from where you are drinking down the water to your shoulder where the artist is carefully inking out the outline of the art before he starts changing colors and shading. "It's going to be amazing. You will be sad that you don't get to see it on your body all the time."

“I’ll be staring at your back all the time.” You grin, nose wrinkling with the way the smile lights up your face. It hurts, of course, but not as badly as you feared it would. And that is definitely a relief.

He swears you do it on purpose now, not that he minds at all. Bending down as he pulls the water bottle back; he drops a tiny kiss on your lips. “Stare away.” He murmurs.

“Do you want to take a quick break before we start the shading and colouring?” The artist asks, looking between the two of you and wondering how the fuck you got here from that broadcast footage of you slamming the door in his face or him screaming at you at that restaurant. It’s mind boggling to him. “Maybe just ten minutes?” You ask, feeling like stretching your legs might be nice. The colour is going to take the longest and you’ve already been in the chair over an hour.

“You need anything?“ Dieter asks softly. “I can go get you something.” He wants this experience to be good for you. Especially since he’s sharing it with you. All his own tattoos had been solo adventures - and he’d been high.

“Will you take a picture of it?” Your phone is in your purse beside his feet, and you want to be able to post a few photos to your Instagram now that you’re enjoying using the app to document your trip. Mostly you just want him beside you, savoring the fact that he’s being extra sweet today. “I just need to stretch my legs, really.”

“Sure.” He picks up your purse and hands it to you. “Hand me your phone babe.”

"You know, I don't mind if you go into my purse for something." You've noticed that it's something he never, ever does – even hesitating this morning on the train when you asked him to grab a condom. While you appreciate the respect of your privacy, you also have nothing to hide. Still, you pull out your phone and open the camera to hand it over to him. "If I ask you to, or you like...need Tylenol or a tissue or something and I have it? You can always just go ahead."

“Thanks.” Dieter flushes slightly and gives you a small shrug. “It’s – I appreciate that you trust me.” You are probably the first person to tell him something like that since Danica and it makes him feel almost shy.

"Trust is earned." The words are quiet, but you reach over and squeeze his knee gently. "You earned it." Through the way he is with Nora before anything else, really, Dieter has proven that he's not the careless lay-about that you had once assumed he was. Does he have his days? Sure. But so does everybody else. Since the two of you have started working shit out, he has never given you a reason not to trust him.

He can’t help but try to lighten the mood. Flashing you a playful grin and winking at you. “Bet you never thought you’d say those words to me. Did ya?”

"Oh, shut up." It's so often your reply for when he teases you, but you do have to admit that you don't mean it anymore. Teasing over snark is a trade you'll take any day of the week. "Bet you never thought you'd be planning out my birthday like you're competing in the Boyfriend Olympics, but here we are."

“Am I in completion for first?” He asks, sending you a hopeful grin. “Gold medal?”

Honestly, if you weren’t positively certain that it would scare him off and ruin the day, this would be a very sweet time for that word. “Yeah, honey.” You nod a little as you stand up, stretching straight into his arms. “Gold medal all the way.”

“Yessssss.” Dieter pumps his fist in the air like an overly excited child, laughing when you roll your eyes at him.

“Will you take the picture?” It’s important for you to see what it looks like on your skin, even if the image is technically the same on his. He hasn’t said a word about pain or discomfort, so it really must be true that he won’t feel that hit of sharp pain until the very end.

“Of course.” He smirks as he takes the phone from you, watching as you turn around and present your back and shoulder blade to him. Snapping a couple of photos to make sure the lighting is right; he leans in and kisses your shoulder above the tattoo. Not wanting to spread germs to the sensitive area, but he just needs to touch you.

“You’re a sap.” Not that you mind, obviously. Those little shows of affection from him are everything to you now. When he hands you back your phone you immediately send off the picture to Steph, wanting her to see the progress and be as much a part of the moment as she can be at a half a world away.

“No one has ever accused me of that.” Dieter huffs. “An asshole, a jerk, a narcissist, but never a sap.” He taps his chin. “Unless you are just substituting it for one of those, I don’t even know what sap means.”

“It means you’re showing your emotions.” You tell him, putting both arms around his waist and carefully making sure the the strap of your dress stays out of the way when you hug him. “You’re mushy.” And the fact that he’s like this with you? It’s…sort of miraculous.

“Shut up.” He grumbles even as his lips curve up and he kisses the tip of your nose. “Bad for my image.”

“Pretty sure Libby would disagree.” You point out, sticking out your tongue at him for that same level of maturity in your banter. “Pretty sure this is exactly what she was hoping for when she made you do this whole contract shenanigan.”

Dieter sighs, knowing that you’re right. But he’s also a little - hurt isn’t the exact word - upset that the only reason that you are here with him now is because of that contract. “Yeah, because I have ‘leading man’ written all over me.” He rolls his eyes and his arm tightens around your lower back slightly before he lets you go. “Better pee if you need to.”

“You do to me.” It’s just a mumble, since you can tell his mood has changed on a dime. As much as you’re now inclined to thank Libby for the stunt these days, it’s clearly still a sore subject for him. “Be right back,” you murmur, shuffling in the direction of the bathroom while you mentally kick yourself for bringing it up.

“Great job asshole.” Dieter hisses to himself after you disappear down the small hallway that has a discreet sign for the bathroom. “Way to ruin her birthday because you went and fell in love with her.” He shakes his head and turns around to look at the art selection on the wall, thinking about getting another tattoo himself.

A few minutes later both you and the artist are returning to the chair, and the work begins anew. He predicted in the original quote that shading and colouring would take about two hours, so he has your chair facing a big screen tv with a cabinet of dvds at the ready if you would prefer watching something to making small talk or sitting in silence. He's not the kind of artist that chats away while he works, preferring to give the piece his entire attention – especially in this case where his client has done the design themselves. He wants it to be perfect. When you're situated again you reach for Dieter's hand, hoping that he won't flinch away. After sternly lecturing yourself in the bathroom, you've decided to strike the word 'contract' from your vocabulary all together when it comes to him, just in case. To you, it was a blessing in a very big disguise. But he clearly doesn't see it that way.

His fingers thread through yours, sternly telling himself that he cannot fuck up your birthday. It would be unforgivable. “After this, do you want to eat or catch an earlier train back?” He asks, wanting to leave it up to you. “Have dinner at the hotel? Or wherever you want.” He adds quickly.

"The hotel restaurants are fancy..." Although you're not sure if that is an argument for it or against, to be honest. But in the week you've been staying there you still haven't eaten in any of them yet. "We'd have to change when we got back...would that be okay with you?" There's no way in hell you're going to push him, but it sounds nice. "Maybe we could walk around the lake after if we have the energy?"

“It sounds perfect.” Dieter agrees, grinning when he imagines walking back into the room after dinner. He doubts you’ll want to go for a walk once you see what he has in store for you. “Let me call the hotel and make the reservation.” He also needs to adjust the time for the surprise he set up.

"Pick whatever restaurant you want," you tell him as he shifts backward to step away. There's three of them and they're all nice, so what do you care as long as you get to sit and share a meal with him?

Dieter steps outside the tattoo shop in order to make sure you don’t find out his surprise. It’s silly, but he wants to make sure that no one spoils the fact that he’s ordered a cake and balloons to the room after getting back to the hotel. Not to mention the other thing. Now he wants them to put it in the room while the two of you are at dinner.

“Hôtel Mètropole Genève.” The concierge who answers the phone does so with all the brightness and manners that the prestigious hotel demands. “Comment puis-je vous aider?” How may I help you?

Dieter grins as he announces himself and gives his room number. “I need to make a dinner reservation for tonight and push back the special request I have.”

“Of course, monsieur.” The concierge switches over to English for Dieter’s convenience. “Will you be joining us in the bar, on the rooftop, or in the formal restaurant?”

“The formal.” You had mentioned dressing up and he wants to give you an exquisite sit-down experience, a far cry from your first date.

“Oui, monsieur.” There is a pause and the gentle sound of clicking for a moment. “For the two of you?” Everyone in the hotel is aware of the couple staying in one of their largest suites, especially given the length of the reservation and the surprise scheduled for tonight. “Is there anything we can do to make your evening more memorable?”

Dieter looks back towards the door. “Can we have the cake and balloons brought to the room while we are eating?” He asks. “Oh, and I want to add flowers. Roses.” They aren’t your favorite flower, but every beautiful woman deserves roses on special occasions. He tells the concierge a number. “One for every year.”

“Of course, monsieur.” Another moment of silence follows, but this one carries a hum, like the man is smiling. “If there is anything else we can do, please do not hesitate to call.”

“Thanks.” Ending the call, he pockets his phone and enters the shop again with a smug grin. “Bet you didn’t know I could make my own reservations.” He teases.

“I think you’re busy.” You hum tell him honestly when he sits back down beside you. Sometimes the busy makes him forgetful - but that’s because he’s human. “Which restaurant did you pick?”

Winking at you, he gives you a small shrug. “Figured we should get dressed up tonight.” He hums happily. “Lib packed a great suit.”

“I bet you anything one of the dresses she packed for me matches your suit.” The smile that splits your face is instant. Dieter doesn’t necessarily like getting dressed up or doing a lot of fancy bullshit, but he’s doing it for you because he knows what a treat it is. How special it makes the whole day. And you — well, you love him for that.

“Guaran-fucking-teed.” He chuckles, knowing that it would match perfectly. She had been over the moon about your social media posts and how good it all seemed to be going. “We can’t disappoint her by not wearing it.”

“Ya know it took me almost a week to realize that all the designer stuff she packed me is from the same designer?” It’s never really been on your radar before - or in your budget - so you hadn’t really paid attention. “I bet you anything she signed an extra sponsorship deal.” It had annoyed you for a few minutes when you had finally noticed, but that faded quickly. It’s gorgeous stuff and you get to wear it all for free. How ungrateful would it be if you got mad about it?

“She’s good for that.” He snickers. “I bet every mention in the gossip rags says what you are wearing.” He gives you a small, bashful smile. “Welcome to celebrity life. Isn’t it glamorous?”

"To be honest I don't read most of it." In the beginning you had, but it had caused you so much anxiety during those big fights that you stopped. The last thing you needed was to read about how much people hate you. "Although it might be a lot more fun to read these days than it was even a month ago."

“I’m sorry.” He reaches out and takes your hand again. “I know you had to have gotten some shit for being my soulmate.”

"Hey." You shake your head and lace your fingers through his easily. "I did a lot of it to myself. Your fans love you and I was a giant bitch in the beginning. It's all good, baby. That's not on you." His own actions, he has apologized for and you've forgiven him, just like he has forgiven you. "It's all water under the bridge."

“To be fair, I’m kind of a dick.” He pulls his sunglasses out of his pocket and perches them on his nose to look over them at you. The sunglasses are no longer the source of friction they used to be, but it’s a visual reminder of how annoyed you were at him.

"Yeah." Since you can't shrug, you just squeeze his hand. "But you're my dick."

He waggles his eyebrows at you at that. “Yes, yes I am.” He agrees, throwing you another wink. “Anytime you want.”

******

By the time the artist has finished working on your tattoo, you can fully admit to it being more than just a little sore. A little over three hours in the chair isn't a lot of in the broad scheme of things but it's certainly plenty enough to make you wonder how he's done this so many times. Dieter takes a few pictures of the finished production to show you and you can't help shedding a few tears over it - seeing the representation of your brother alongside the other flowers just makes you wish he was here holding your other hand. Dieter huffs at you when you even try to reach for your wallet, and you make a mental note to plan something just obnoxiously sweet and attentive for his next birthday, because today really has just be perfect. After sending off a photo of your brand new tattoo to Steph and to your parents so that they don't pitch a fit about finding out via social media even though they haven't even called to say "Happy birthday", you loop your arm through Dieter's and head back toward the train station.

“How is it?” He asks with a grin. “Owning your own ink now?”

“It’s sore,” you laugh, willing to admit that fully. “But…kind of cool? I like feeling like I’m carrying all of you with me.”

His smile turns slightly bittersweet. “It’s nice to be able to carry the ones you love with you.” His fingers brush against the triangle on your arm. “That physical reminder sometimes keeps you sane.”

“He would’ve liked you.” Shawn had never made any bones about being a fan of Dieter’s, but the man you know now is different than the celebrity image that gets put out into the world. “He liked dumb jokes and spontaneity and he loved Fleetwood Mac. I can just see you two sitting out by the pool listening to Rumours and shooting the shit.” It’s a melancholy fantasy, but not one that truly upsets you. Thinking of Shawn doing happy things is nice in a bittersweet sort of way.

“He had to be special.” Dieter keeps his arm looped through yours and his tone light. “You and Steph don’t put up with someone who isn’t worthy.”

“Steph was absolutely nuts about him. I mean we were twelve and she just…she just knew. Even before they knew they were soulmates.” You shrug slightly, the one shoulder without fresh ink on it pulling up before it drops again sharply, and you squeeze his arm a little. “Have I ever told you about when I actually realized you were my soulmate?” You know you haven’t. It’s a story that involves both Shawn and Steph and it’s a pretty good example of what a great big nerd you used to be. But today…it feels like the right time.

“No.” He remembers that at one point you were proud to be his soulmate, so it won’t be a bad story. “When did you realize it?”

"I was sixteen." The age difference between you back then was enormous, but now it barely means anything. "And Shawn desperately wanted to go see Silhouette in the West." You grin at the memory – practically able to hear your nineteen-year-old brother bickering with your parents over his winter break about wanting to go see the movie on his own. "They told him that he had to take me if he wanted to go and he bitched and moaned but finally agreed. And there's that one scene...that shot where they show you swimming in the pond or watering hole or whatever? And I saw the scar from my cut on your leg." That was the very first sign. Your stupid little cut from not being able to shave your legs properly. "I thought I was absolutely losing it, but Shawn saw it, too. We went nuts in the theater and barely managed to not get kicked out. I went home sobbing - like so excited that I was actually in tears - and told my parents right away." Squeezing Dieter's arm gently, you shrug again with your one unhurt shoulder. "It was only a couple of months later that you got your first tattoo."

“My elephant.” Dieter nods, thinking back to that time. “Jesus, you were young.” He knows that there is nothing wrong with the age difference between you, you aren’t even the soulmates with the largest gap, but it would have been glaringly obvious then. “What did your parents say?” He’s curious that they didn’t seek him out, after all, he was a fast-rising star at the time.

"They didn't believe me until the ink started showing up." You can laugh about it now, but at the time it had been a source of friction. You were fiercely proud of who the universe had matched you with, but they clearly understood that there would be obstacles in the way. "They wanted me to focus on picking out a career and being able to support myself, and were dead set on making me wait until I was older to meet you. Mom's logic was that you were an adult with your own life and your own career, so I should have those things, too. And then if those things meshed together well when I was old enough, that would be proof that we really were soulmates."

“So your parents didn’t believe that you were just destined to be with your soulmate?” He asks, knowing that you’ve adopted that same mentality when he’d first met you.

“I think they just wanted me to be cautious.” In hindsight, it does make sense. Even though at the time you had hated them for it. “And they probably didn’t want me to come off as a gold digger.”

Dieter snorts. “I was broke as a joke then.” He reminds you. “I was just starting to roles that paid decently.” He can’t complain now, enjoying his life and the ability to not overly worry about money. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to meet…before.”

“I’m just…honestly, I’m just glad that we got to meet at all.” You confess, wondering if maybe that makes you clingy or needy. “I know it was far from the perfect meeting, but who knows where we would be if we had met ten plus years ago? Anything could have happened.” There is one thing, though, and you don’t mind admitting it. “I’m just sorry I never got to meet your sister.”

“She would have loved you.” He can freely tell you that, chuckling slightly. “Probably would have pissed herself laughing at the ‘Fuck you, Bravo!’. After she beat your ass for hurting my feelings, of course.” That last line is said teasingly. While Danica had been Dieter’s cheerleader and protector, she had very few violent bones in her body. Unless it was kicking his ass.

“I would have deserved it.” Completely and truly, you would have. You know that. “She and Shawn would have given us merciless shit. Affectionately, of course.”

“Isn’t that what siblings are for?” He asks with another chuckle. “If she hadn’t died…” He swallows. “Who knows where my life would have gone? Sometimes Libby swears she was the only one who could control me.”

“You’ve done pretty damn good for yourself.” The two of you hustle across a main street and turn the next corner to walk toward the train station. “Everyone has troubles, Dee. She would be proud of you for how hard you work and for how much you’ve grown.”

“Yeah.” Dieter looks over at you again. “Dani would have loved you.”

“Shawn would have loved you.” And if that is the closest you ever get to telling him the words you want to say, so be it.

The two of you fall into a silent lull the rest of the way to the train station, each one lost in thoughts or memories. Booking a compartment isn’t as lucky this time. Having to share the space on the much fuller ride back to Geneva. Thankfully the other occupants of the car have no interest in chatting or any kind of small talk, and you bury yourself in Dieter’s side for the three-hour ride. Aside from a cup of coffee from the cart you never move, just gazing out the window as the rain barrels down the tracks.

Your parents call while Dieter is grabbing you a cab back to the hotel, and it is a good excuse to keep the call short. Otherwise the usual woe is us stuff will start, and the day has been so nice until now. Dieter stays silent through the somewhat awkward conversation you are having, wondering why your parents have waited so late to call you. His own relationship with his mother is hard, so he doesn’t ask, instead just wrapping his arm around your shoulders inside the cab as you end the call.

“Well, that was fun,” you huff gently, shoving your phone back in your purse. The look you flash him is apologetic - as absolutely apologetic as you can possibly make it. “You don’t have to say yes.” Probably not the most encouraging way to phrase it, but too late now. “But…my parents have invited us to visit. They…they want to meet you.”

“Oh.” His brow shoots up and he searches your face to see what you are thinking or feeling about that, but your face is just apologizing to him. “It would have to be when I get back….” He offers, not wanting to commit you to something you don’t want. Tiptoeing around this feeling he has for you is starting to make his head hurt. He never puts this much effort into much beyond his art or his acting. Unless it was getting high.

“I can tell them no.” You had only said that you would talk about it, not wanting to pressure him into anything properly resembling an actual relationship with you despite how strongly you feel about him. The fact is, you would like everybody in your life to meet at some point, but it’s just that you don’t see an urgency in the timing. “I guess Mom has figured out social media and Internet gossip websites just enough to be following our trip, and she thinks we’re ‘getting serious’. Her words.”

“Do you want me to meet them?” He makes a point of keeping his eyes directed towards the passing view as he asks. That’s the most important thing, even as his heart flips at the juvenile thought of ‘getting serious’. Kind of like asking a girl or boy to go steady in school.

“I—” It feels like a trick. Like someone’s going to pop out with a camera to laugh at you if you admit it. Which is just about the dumbest thought in the world. But honesty is what you’ve been working with for the past week and it’s working, so you find yourself nodding before you really know what you’re doing. Staring down at your hands in your lap, you just hope like hell that this doesn’t send him running for the hills. “Yeah. I—I would. But I can put them off a month or even two if it’s weird or overwhelming. And you can say no if you really don’t want to. It’s your call.”

You can’t hear it, but Dieter lets out the breath he had been holding. Relief and probably a little joy that you want him to meet the parents flooding his system. “Okay.” His hand on your arm tightens slightly, pulling you towards him as he turns to look over at you. “We’ll do it when I get back.”

“Really?” Your head pops up in surprise and you don’t even bother to disguise it, realizing that you had been holding your breath waiting for him to answer. “I thought this was going to be way more of a discussion. Okay…uh…it has to be a weekend. Because of school, I mean. But San Francisco isn’t far.”

He tries for nonchalance as he lifts the shoulder opposite you. “It’s okay. I like San Francisco. It’s a quick flight.”

“You’ll get to hear all the mortifying stories, and I guarantee there will be baby pictures.” After all, like you told him earlier — they’ve been waiting for this day to come for a very long time. “I mean…that’s what parents do when they meet their kid’s soulmate, right?”

“I guess.” Dieter shrugs, not even able to imagine how his mother would react to meeting you. Probably ignore that fact and pester him about him paying for something for her. “I don’t know, my parents weren’t soulmates and Dani either didn’t have one or they died young.”

“I guess we’ll find out.” The cab pulls up outside the hotel and the two of you stretch on the sidewalk before heading inside. You won’t harp on it any more tonight because the day has been so nice, but you know you’re going to be stewing over whether or not to say anything about these feelings before your parents can ask the question.

Shaking off the questions, he smiles at you. “Let’s go get changed for dinner.” He offers, looking at his phone. “The reservation is in an hour. Wanted to make sure we didn’t miss it.” He can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach. This is far different from the casual meals you’ve shared together and it’s special.

“We’ll see what kind of matching clothes Libby packed for us.” In the elevator you curl into Dieter’s side and turn up your chin to smile at him. “Today was perfect,” you hum, kissing his cheek. “I’m sure the night will be, too.”

“Thank God.” Dieter rolls his eyes and scrunches his nose. “Do you know how hard I worried about ruining your birthday?”

“Nuh-uh.” You laugh and shake your head, dropping a kiss on his lips the way he always does when you wrinkle your nose like that. “Everything was perfect.”

“Good.” It was important to him. “I didn’t want you to regret being here and not doing your usual birthday routine.”

“The drive-in will still be there when we get back.” The elevator lets you out on your floor and the front door to your suite is only a few paces beyond that. “But absolutely nothing could come close to the day we had today.”

Pride makes his steps a bit cockier, giving him a slight swagger as he walks to unlock the door, despite you having a key of your own. “It’s not over yet.” He reminds you with a wink. “Still need that spanking.”

“I’m going to have my work cut out for me when I try to plan your birthday.” Not that you won’t try your damnedest. Of course you will. You just hope things will still be good between you then.

“I—” Dieter bites his lip and decides that he needs to be honest with you. “I haven’t celebrated my birthday since Danica died.” He admits quietly. “Normally I’m just too fucking high to remember the day.”

Stopping in the middle of the room, you drop your purse and take both of his hands, running your thumbs over the backs of them gently. “If you would rather be left alone that day, I understand. But if you want to try to break the cycle this year, just say the word.”

“Well, I can’t be high.” He offers you, his words raspy and for a horrible second, he thinks he might fucking cry. He never thought someone, especially you, would offer to make a day that is pure bleak depression better for him. Not even Libby tried, although he wouldn’t have let her, to be fair.

“Hey…” Tugging him into your arms, you definitely weren’t expecting that strong of a reaction, but you can’t really blame him. Losing your big brother was hard enough - you can’t imagine how hard it must have been to lose a twin. “I—” Not the time! “I care about you. Hopefully…hopefully you realize that by now. That I’m not going to let you face the scary shit alone anymore.”

Swallowing harshly, he can’t even answer you. Instead, he just lunges forward and melds his lips to yours desperately. Afraid he will confess everything and ruin this, that you will walk out of his life again and he doesn’t know if he can handle that.

The kiss isn’t hungry, per se, but it has an element of desperation to it that you’re all too familiar with – the clawing need for reassurance. For him, especially right now, you have that in spades and you let the moment linger as long as he needs. “Come on,” you murmur when he finally pulls away for lack of air. “Let’s get some fancy clothes on and have a fancy dinner.”

“Fancy dinner, right.” He’s happy you aren’t making a big deal of it. “Let’s get dressed up.”

To no one’s surprise, Libby has packed a sharp, black suit amongst Dieter’s things with a shirt and tie that are somehow the exact shade of deep red as the velvet sheath dress in the suitcase that she hand-packed for you. Pretty much everything she packed for you is tailored to make you look the part of a movie star’s girlfriend, but this particular dress actually makes you feel like one, too. So when you come out of the bedroom to find him lounging on the settee tapping at something on his phone, you actually feel pretty damn good about how you look. “What do you think?”

He feels like he’s been punched in the gut. You are gorgeous. Pretty all the time, but right now, you look like you are ready to walk a red carpet with him. “I think—” he croaks out the words and has to clear his throat. “I think I’m regretting making reservations where we have to leave the room.” He jokes. “Because I should have hired security to keep back the people who will want to touch you.”

“Shut up.” Despite rolling your eyes at him, your stomach flips and knots pleasantly at the compliment and you smooth one hand down the front of your dress. “I should have guessed that Libby would pack your favourite colour. I own a lot of red clothes now.”

“Any red lingerie?” He can’t help but waggle his brows at you playfully, even as his cock loves the idea of seeing you in something sheer and red. “Fishnets? Thigh highs?” He groans slightly, drooling at the thought.

“If you’re a very good boy I’ll surprise you with something tomorrow.” What you’re wearing today isn’t the only thing you bought for lingerie here in Geneva - a little red teddy also went home with you that day. But you’ll have to go back to get any kind of stockings, which you will absolutely do now that you know he loves them.

“I’ve been very good today.” It shouldn’t make him start to tent his suit pants when you call him a good boy, but it fucking does.

“I know,” you coo at him, not missing the way he has to readjust his position in the as you step forward. “You’ve been so very good and I promise you’ll get a treat for it.

“Damn right.” He grins and can’t help but reach down and squeeze your ass as you lean against him. “It’s why I did it.” He huffs in amusement, knowing that he never expected anything.

"Sure, Dee." The corner of your mouth pulls up in a little smirk, knowing that he already showed his hand. He wanted today to be nice for you without any ulterior motives. "Whatever you say, baby."

He pouts at you, but doesn’t argue. Instead he pulls his hand back and swats at your ass firmly enough to make a nice crack. “Let’s go toots.” He adopts a bolstering tone and smirks.

******

Dinner is exquisite. More wine and food than you can shake a stick at, and the service in the exquisite, upscale restaurant in like a dance. It is hands down the best meal you've ever eaten. The wine pairing is perfect. All you and Dieter talk about is things you saw in the museum and what you want to do on your next day off. There are plenty of eyes on you – you've learned over the weeks how to feel the attention coming your way – but tonight it actually doesn't matter. Tonight, the entire rest of the world has evaporated except for you and Dieter at your little table.

Leaning back, he tosses you a grin as he rubs his stomach. “Want to skip dessert and make room for it later by taking that walk?” He asks, not wanting to admit that he’s got dessert coming to the room.

“I liked the idea of a walk until I put on three-inch heels.” You admit, knowing how silly that sounds. You’ve walked in tall heels before and he’s always made sure you stayed upright, but tonight you’re going to use it as your excuse to be lazy. “Do you want to go back upstairs and just hang out until we pass out? I mean…we have an early morning at the studio tomorrow anyway. Relaxing just sounds nice.”

“That sounds perfect.” Even if you don’t want sex tonight when you get back up to the room, he wants to spoil you. Especially considering the other surprise he had arranged.

"The whole day has been perfect." It doesn't matter that you've told him before, this dinner just solidified it. And at some point tonight you're sure his fingers will go fumbling for the zipper on your dress just like each night before, and you'll end up falling asleep tangled in the sheets and each other’s arms.

“Here at Bravo’s Birthday Bashes, we aim for excellence.” He jokes as the waiter bring over the bill and he charges it off to the room. He doesn’t care what it costs, it’s worth it for the smile on your face.

The way back upstairs is raucous and chatty thanks to the group of friends in the elevator at the same time as you, and when the doors open for your floor the two of you hustle out with quick goodbyes. "Oh, to be young again." you joke, tucked under his arm as he digs the room key out of his pocket.

“I could do with out the back pain, that’s for sure.” He agrees. “Never knew that it hurt that fucking bad until I got sober.”

“Right? Carrying around my students’ portfolios during grading is going to permanently reshape my spine.” You slide yourself between Dieter and the door, distracting him with a kiss as he tries to get it open for no other reason than you can. It’s a light, freeing feeling that you can never get enough of.

“Tease.” Dieter huffs against your lips, fumbling with the door even as he tries to keep kissing you and opening the door at the same time.

“Never.” The lipstick you put on before dinner was a 24-hour smudge proof formula and it is damn well living up to its name, letting you mumble against his lips and trail kisses down his neck as he pushes inside. “I always mean it.”

“Good to know.” His cock is twitching in his pants but he knows he needs to get you into the room before he strips you down. It would be damn embarrassing for you if he did it right here and someone’s little eyes sees things they aren’t supposed to. “But we have to stop right now.” He tells you as he closes the door in the dark room and reaches for the light switch.

“SURPRISE!”

“Suprise Aunt Gigi!”

“What the f—??” It’s only when you hear the second voice – that perfect little angel’s voice – that you don’t let yourself finish the last word. Whirling around in Dieter’s arms, you find yourself face-to-face with the two people you’ve missed more than breathing over the last week, surrounded by balloons, a huge vase of long-stemmed red roses, and possibly the most beautiful little birthday cake you’ve ever seen in your life. The tears are instant, streaking down your cheeks and blurring your vision as you rush forward to scoop Nora up in your arms and wrap them around Steph in turn. “What—how are—when did— oh my god.” Nothing coming out of your mouth makes any sense, but you crush them in the strongest hug you can muster while still trying to breathe between ecstatic tears.

“Dieter arranged it all!” Steph giggles happily, clinging to you and kissing your cheek. She hadn’t missed the way you were plastered against the man in question and she’s fucking thrilled that everything seems to be going perfect. “He called me and told me to pack for the weekend.”

“We ride a plane, Gigi! It was loud.” The four-year-old won’t be left out, snuggling against her beloved auntie and inhaling the perfume that you are wearing with a giggles. “So pretty for your birfday.”

“I can’t believe you’re both here! And you rode your first airplane!” You look to Steph with wide eyes. “You’re here for the whole weekend?” Through a torrent of tears, you turn back to find Dieter still standing by the door looking a little sheepish but proud of himself. “You have no idea what this means to me.” Any lingering doubt you might have had about how you feel about him has evaporated. If you can’t find it in yourself to admit that you love a man who has done so much to make you feel special and cared for and appreciated, then you don’t deserve to love anyone at all. “I—I will never be able to thank you enough for this.”

“You should be with the people you love on your birthday.” Dieter murmurs softly, shifting on his heels and he’s happy that everything has worked out perfectly. “And the cake is okay for Nora to eat. I made sure of it.”

"I am definitely with the people that I love." You tell him with absolute certainty. Squeezing Nora to your chest and with one hand on Steph's arm, you're nonetheless telling him directly. If you can't be brave enough to say the words the way you mean them in front of other people just yet, you can at least make sure you're including him in this feeling right now. "Best birthday of my entire life. This one, right here."

Dieter grins and gives a small shrug. You are talking about Steph and Nora, but he - for once - doesn’t care about what’s in this for him. He loves the look in your eyes. “It was the next best thing to the clown idea you shot down.” He jokes.

"If there's a little clown in that cake, it's getting smashed in your face," you warn him playfully, knowing that anything in possible with him even if it isn't probable. "Come sit, Dee? We can cut cake and hang out until everyone is tired?" When you look back to Steph you're absolutely glowing. "Do you guys have your own room? I have so much I want to show you. You're going to absolutely love it here."

“They’ve got a room down the hall.” Dieter tells you as he winks at Nora as she wiggles down out of your arms and rushes over to him. Because she missed him and because cake. “You’ve already finished the portraits, so you can do sightseeing with them while I’m on set.” He wonders if you want to stay in their room tonight, catching up and having a girls’ night.

"I've got to check in with your director and make sure he doesn't want any adjustments made, so maybe we can do a little studio tour in the morning?" You so desperately want to show them what you've been doing here over the last week, and to be able to show them with pride all the hard work that Dieter is putting in. "Then we can do a little sightseeing around Geneva after lunch?"

“That sounds perfect.” Dieter will miss having you on set, but he wants you to enjoy your time with your best friend and your niece. “Perfect. Nora and I are just here to do whatever.” Steph’s eyes sparkle. “I still can’t believe we are here to be honest.”

"I can't believe you are, either!" It's an absolute dream, and you don't mind reaching past Nora to give Dieter a grateful kiss before everyone settles down in the suite's sitting room. The enormous vase of roses is on the coffee table in front of you with the cake beside it, and you grin as you take in the beautiful sight. "It's one for each year, isn't it?" You don't even need to count to know that, the sheer volume of flowers is a giveaway.

“Too cheesy?” He asks, letting Nora tug him closer to where the cake is.

“Come on Uncle Deedee!” She huffs, impatient for the delicious looking cake she hasn’t been able to touch while waiting for you. “I want cake.”

"Not at all." You promise him with a broad grin. "It's perfect." There are four small plates and four forks out on the table beside a cake knife, and the beautifully written Happy Birthday! on top is about to be sacrificed on the altar of everyone's sweet tooth. The bright yellow buttercream screams 'lemon' but you're dying to see what other flavours might lie waiting inside. There is still half a cake left after you cut four slices and you know you're going to be excited to have some tomorrow night as well as soon as you pop the first bite into your mouth. The bright tartness of lemon buttercream and sponge along with deeply sweet plum jam is an amazing combination that has all of you groaning happily in an instant. "Oh my god, baby. This is amazing."

Agreeing, he nods quickly, shoving another bite into his mouth. “God yes it is.” He adds, smirking at the way that Nora is inhaling the cake. “Squirt likes it too.”

Steph raises an eyebrow at the term of endearment but doesn't say anything yet. She can pry you for more details tomorrow while Nora is taking a nap. "It was a great choice." She commends, having gone through the bakery's choices when Dieter first came to her with the idea of your biggest birthday surprise. He had found a place in the same neighborhood as the hotel that did vegan baking and knew that that would be safe for Nora.

“I’m glad everything turned out.” Dieter admits with a happy grin as he leans back. “It was worth it to see and hear you squeal.” He winks at you playfully.

He has heard you squeal for plenty of other reasons, but that isn't something you're about to bring up with Nora in the room. "The whole day was perfect. I mean completely perfect. Thank you, Dee."

There’s a sense of pride to his smile and he nods at you in acknowledgement. “That’s exactly what I wanted.” He tells you.

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