#my sleep schedule is mega fucked

[illarian-rambling]

Girl help I'm having ideas beyond my level of free time

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Meek

[le-jardin-inculte]

the exquisite pleasure of sitting on the balcony and watching the stars and other distant lights at 3 am

[babyforestnymph]

my sleep schedule is so bad i just kinda sleep whenever and i never know exactly when that’s gonna be

[szollibisz]

felt like shit and when i feel like shit i draw the spies having a gay night of sleep which sadly i didnt have bc its uh 6 am uhm goodnight people ig

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

The sleepy allegations are true. I'm a victim.

[shapeshivvter]

oh the joys of thinking about a sweater i got from goodwill

sadly i cant find it anywhere, but i do have my button-up flower shirt. you know, the ones dads usually have somewhere in their closet

[alphadogmp3]

well i was going to sleep. but then my chemical romance occurred. it's 5 am and i am filled with terminal insane about american rock band mcr energy i need to bite something i can't sleep on a full stomach (doc announcement + seeing gerard's :D face) like this i need to. calm down

[songship]

"It's Really Fucking Dire Now": Local Man On Second Cup Of Coffee

[auteurdelabre]

A LITTLE SUN - PART FOUR Dieter x f!Reader

rating: 18+ (MINORS GET OUTTA HERE OR I'M TELLIN'!)

Story Summary: As a PA to megastar and mega man-child Dieter Bravo you've had your fair share of headaches. Getting accidentally pregnant with his baby however takes the cake, especially when he offers to pay you to be his surrogate. You just weren't expecting to fall in love with him along the way.

Chapter summary: The secret is out. . . And you both have to face the music.

tags: Surrogacy, Pregnancy, Body changes re: pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Idiots in love, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of Parental Death, Parental Issues, Vulnerable Dieter, Vulnerable Reader.

dividers by @silkholland

a/n: Next chapter is... gonna be a doozy.

part one / part two / part three

"Tell me it isn't true."

"Huh?"

You roll over in bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes. Your cell is firmly lodged against your ear as your mother’s frantic cry is heard on the other end. It’s early the morning after the ultrasound and you’re still reeling from everything. There are soft pings going off on your phone, but all are drowned out by your mother’s terrified voice. 

After the kiss you and Dieter had been driven back to the rental in silence, both of you processing. You were pensive, staring down at your phone reading through work emails. Dieter on the other hand was beaming, his smile never dimming.

He’d tried to talk to you when you entered into the rental but you’d made a beeline for your bedroom where you’d fallen into an unsettled sleep. And now you have your mother screaming down the line at you as you blurrily try to understand what she’s going on about.

"People haven’t stopped calling,” your mom says her voice wobbling. "I keep hanging up but now they're on the lawn!"

"Mom what are you-"

"Tell me you're not having that horrible man's baby!"

It feels like a cold bucket of water has been dumped over your head sending icy chills down your spine. You jerk up in bed, your eyed bulging.

"What did you just say?"

You pull the phone from your ear and see all the pings and alerts that haven’t stopped. While you were sleeping it turns out you have been making headlines back home in the US. TMZ is of course the one to break the news, photos of you and Dieter splashes all over the internet.

Dieter Bravo makes PA his sex slave

There you both are, standing in the parking lot of the hospital. Dieter is smiling at you sweetly, his hand splayed over your belly. Your mid laugh and the two of you appear to have eyes only for each other. 

The next shot is the kiss – the one with your hand on his neck, his hand on your belly and both of you with your eyes shut. The level of intimacy in the photo is staggering to the point that just looking at it makes your face heat. 

How did they get that shot?

“Mom, I have to go,” you tell her breathlessly, hanging up on her still shrieking voice.

"DIETER! GET THE FUCK IN HERE!"

The day is long and by the evening the two of you have turned off your phones. The pings of incoming messages and phone calls are getting to be too much. Diane has scheduled an early meeting with the two of you tomorrow to discuss further steps.

You settle into the TV room, putting on some nature documentary but neither of you is watching it. You're seated by the fire, eyes lost in the flames.

Dieter is stretched out on the sofa, one arm behind his head, the other on his belly. He looked like a lost child, dark eyes wide and unblinking. He’s run his hands through his hair so much that it’s even more wild and mussed than usual.  Eventually when the silence grows oppressive you glance over at him.

"Was Mia pissed?" 

"She hadn't replied to any of my messages." 

Good. 

You don't know where that thought comes from, but it does. A strange sense of victory threads through your body, making you tingle pleasantly. But then your eyes drift over to Dieter still looking anxiously up at the ceiling and guilt soars through you. 

"Are you upset?"

"Of course I'm upset," Dieter snaps. "I really liked her. She's funny and chill and me being a single dad didn't bug her. She wanted me."

You say nothing. You watch as he throws his arm over his eyes, mouth curling into a frown. 

"And the shitty thing is I was gonna tell her when we got back to LA," Dieter sighs. "Fuck."

"I'm sorry," you offer in a quiet voice. Dieter’s eyes are immediately on your face. He sees you turned away from him. 

"What're you sorry for?"

You can't face him. You just shrug instead, feeling the queasy sensation of sentimentality. 

"I fucked it up for you."

Dieter is off the couch and crawling over to you without thinking. His long legs carry him clumsily until he’s kneeling at your feet.

"You didn't," Dieter says with that husky earnestness you’ve come to expect from him. You don't respond and he furrows his brows. "Hey, look at me."

You shake your head. You don't want to look at him. Dieter hates talking to people without seeing their eyes, it makes him uneasy. He doesn't see the irony in him constantly wearing sunglasses. He moves his fingers to your chin, gently tilting your face in his direction. 

"You did nothing wrong," 

"I kissed you."

"You were excited."

"But I kissed you," you repeat. 

"And I kissed you," Dieter offers without thinking before stumbling over his tongue as his words finally hit his brain. "It's like the first time you were excited about the baby and I loved sharing that with you."

He holds your gaze as you hold your breath. 

"I don't regret that moment. I wouldn't change it." His hand slips from your chin to your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

His face is so close to yours you can smell the cologne he spritzed to cover up the smell of cigarettes. You can see the length of his dark eyelashes. You force your eyes not to drift to his pouty mouth. 

"Even if it fucks up everything with you and Mia?"

Dieter goes to respond to you when a loud bang sounds on the front door. The two of you break apart and Dieter groans as he stands muttering about his knees. You move to the seat by the window, not up for talking to whatever company Dieter has invited over but not wanting to be in your stuffy bedroom. 

"Mia?"

You turn as Dieter says her name. Mia shoves past Dieter into the rental without taking the time to say a word to him. Her hair is wild from the wind outside and her jacket hangs on the crooks of her elbows. Despite everything she still looks glamorous. She spies you sitting near one of the windows with wide eyes. 

"Hi," you offer weakly. 

Dieter steps forward to follow Mia towards you but you wave him away. He shifts back, hanging awkwardly by the front door as the two women in his life meet eyes. Mia is staring at you harshly, her hand going to motion towards your belly.

"It's his isn't it?" Mia demands breathlessly.

You think of denying it but you know she doesn't deserve it. You hang your head, chin touching your chest. 

"Yes."

"Fuck," Mia says shaking her head. "I'm such a fucking idiot."

"You're not!" You insist, struggling to a stand. The blanket that had been draped over your belly falls to the ground. 

Mia's eyes rove your expanded stomach, noticing the pronounced swell under your tight t-shirt more easily than the last time she saw you. Her eyes widen and you feel the need to explain before she starts screaming or crying.

"It was a one night stand," you explain in a rush. 

"One where you got pregnant and are keeping the baby," Mia says flatly. "Doesn't sound like a casual one night thing to me."

"Dieter is paying me."

Mia's reaction is as expected: confused and then horrified. Her perfectly manicured nails slide over her mouth in distress. 

"What?"

"Dieter, get Mia a drink," you throw over Mia's shoulder. You need him to stop standing there staring at you like a bump on a log. You look back to Mia. "Please, just come sit down and let's talk about this." 

Dieter scrambles, knocking into one of the chairs before scampering off into the kitchen, relieved to have something to do. 

Mia looks to be debating your offer before nodding. She follows you to the large tufted chairs by the window, taking the one opposite you. 

"I don't even know why I'm here," Mia laughs ruefully, not able to meet you sympathetic gaze. "It's not like... I don't..."

She fumbles for the words that you already know and you give a chagrined smile. 

"Because you like him," you tell her.

"We barely know one another," she says to her chapped hands. “We haven’t even slept together.”

She nestles back into the chair like a delicate bird making home in a nest. Dieter rushes over with two full glasses of red wine. He presses one into Mia's hand, wincing at her cool appraisal of him. His hand extends the wineglass towards you before he realizes the faux pas. 

"Oh fuck," Dieter says wincing. "I didn't-"

"Its fine," you say rolling your eyes. "You drink it," you motion to the sofa across the room when Dieter goes to perch on the arm of your chair, "over there!"

Dieter nods, shuffling quickly away from you, the wine spilling in like drops after him like a bloody trail. He places the wineglass onto the coffee table with a quiet knock. 

You glance over Mia's body tucked tightly into the chair. She looks so haunted, so defeated that it breaks your heart. Yes, you can admit that there is a part of you that is jealous of her relationship but you know that it's just hormones. Ultimately you want Dieter happy and Mia makes him happy. 

"Mia," you say her name softly, leaning forward conspiratorially as her large eyes turn on you. "You and Dieter have a strong connection."

She gives a scoff into her wineglass. "Right."

"I've seen the two of you," you insist. "You bring out the best in him. You seem happy when you're with him."

"He makes me laugh," Mia relents. 

You try not to notice Dieter's head poking up from the couch, his eyes flitting from you to Mia and back again. 

"Don't let this," you motion to your expanded belly, "get in the way of that." 

"You say it like it's not a big deal," Mia says with a distressed laugh, her hand gesturing to your belly. "It's a child you two made together!"

"It’s a business transaction," you say firmly. "Dieter wanted to be a dad, I got pregnant, he offered to pay and I accepted. That's how non-emotional the entire thing was. I never wanted kids."

Mia twists the stem of her wineglass between her fingers anxiously. The drink sloshes against the sides hypnotically. 

"Why would you do this?" Mia finally asks you gently. "If you never wanted kids, I mean. This is a big ask."

You know she doesn't believe you and you don't know how to convince her other than giving her all the brutal facts. You exhale slowly, lips pressing together tightly. 

"Because I have significant debt," you tell her leaning back into the chair. "And when Dieter offered me a very generous payment to carry the child to term I didn't want to turn it down."

You try to sound clinical and detached as you explain this. Dieter's eyes flicked to your face when you mentioned the debt, his brows raised. Now he just continues looking uncertainly between you and Mia. 

"You're not going to want to be in this baby's life at all?" Mia asks, brow furrowed. "You're just going to go work for Dieter every day and ignore your own baby?"

The way she says this sounds judgmental. Like you're a monster for choosing this. It makes your hackles rise momentarily before you remember that she's come here to understand everything. You smooth down the pillow absently, grounding yourself.  

"I won't be working for Dieter after I give birth," you explain in a rush, avoiding the way Dieter's eyes move sharply to your face. "I'll pay off my debts and then I'm going back to school to finish my schooling. I won't even be in the same city."

You hide a wince when you see Dieter's hurt expression behind Mia's shoulder at this proclamation. You know he’d been upset when you mentioned Sacramento in passing, but now he just looks devastated.

Mia blinks rapidly, looking even more thrown then before. "You won't?"

"Nope." You shake your head before giving a tepid smile. "But that means I won't be there to get in the way either. No random run ins, no having to pretend things aren't totally fucking awkward."

Mia gives a small smile at this

“It also means that your relationship with Dieter would be public news,” you tell her quietly. “It means tabloids running things about you being a stepmom. It means a lot of unwanted attention.”

“I could give a fuck about that,” Mia says rolling her eyes. “They said I didn’t have a belly button last year. I don’t care what they print about me. I just signed an airtight three picture deal with Marvel.”

You want to laugh at how you pinned Mia as this innocent little waif who didn’t know what she was getting into. How wrong you were. She’s more shrewd and worldly than most fifty year olds you know in the business.  Suddenly your fears about her being too innocent, about her career being damaged, are pushed to the side.

But her smile drops and she jerks her head behind her to glare at a solemn looking Dieter who now stands braced against the edge of his couch. She places her empty wineglass next to her on the floor.

"You lied to me, Dee."

"I told him to," you break in before your boss can reply. "I begged him not to tell anyone. Even you."

Mia turns back around, brow raised. "Why?"

"Because I was involved in a one night stand with my boss," you say with a dejected scoff. "And I got pregnant from it. From the man the media once called Burnout Bravo. I was humiliated. I didn’t want anyone to know. My own mother didn’t even know until TMZ came out with it."

Dieter feels his heart sink as you say this. The truth that he always suspected so brutally delivered makes him feel like he's been punched in the gut. Burnout Bravo.

Mia begins twisting her fingers together nervously. "Really?"

"Really," you nod before shooting a look over at Dieter that says play along. 

"It's the truth," Dieter says hollowly. 

"So there's no feelings here?" Mia asks the both of you. 

You're the first to reply with a laugh you force from the bottom of your belly. 

"No. Never. It was a one night stand because we were drunk and because I hadn't been laid in months. That's all it was."

"Yeah," Dieter says laughing the same sharp way you do. "I don't fuck my employees. We were wasted." 

That stings. To be referred to as an employee and so carelessly. But it’s what needs to be done. The two of them fit together. You lean closer to Mia, dropping your voice so that only she can hear you.

“Mia what you two have is special,” you emphasize. “I’m not just saying that. I’ve known Dieter for years. You’re the first one I’ve really seen make him change for the better.”

Mia seems to soften at this and you watch as Mia pushes up from the chair and draws over to Dieter. He stands and she allows him to pull her into his arms. He closes his eyes as he holds her against him. She murmurs something into his neck and the moment suddenly feels incredibly intimate.

You feel your intruding on the two of them and you shuffle past them into your bedroom, closing the door quietly behind you.

Back in the kitchen Mia pulls back slightly to gaze up at Dieter.  "Do you want her, Dieter?"

"What?" Dieter blinks rapidly. "You already asked me that and-"

"And now she's not in the room with us," Mia finishes, peering into Dieter's face. "And I want your total honesty." 

Total honesty.

He can't give her that. Can't tell her how you occupy his thoughts at all times. Can't tell her that even if you weren't carrying his child he's crazy about you. Can't tell her that he's so touched that you care about him well past that of a personal assistant. Can't tell her that he's told you things no one knows because he trusts you more than anyone. 

And he can't tell her those things because he really cares for Mia, more than he ever expected to. If things continue between the two of them there's a very good chance he's going to fall in love with her because right now he's well on his way. 

He doesn't want to give her up. 

His affection for you will wane. When you leave for school he'll be able to forget you. You don't want him so why would he pin his affections on that?

He needs to move on from you. 

"No," Dieter says firmly. "It's not like that. I mean of course I care about her. She's been my assistant for years and she's carrying my kid." 

"You know that's not what I mean," Mia says flatly, her light eyes scanning his face. Dieter stares into those eyes, feeling himself melt. 

Mia is sweet and ambitious and she likes to party. She's got an edge, a relaxed way of being and she's fucking gorgeous. She's an actress so of course there's a bit of ego but that's nothing he can't handle. If anything he likes it about her. 

Mia had been so understanding, so cool. Dieter could feel himself falling harder and harder for her the longer they were together. Part of him thinks she suggested the casual nature of the relationship because that's all she thought he was capable of. She gets him in a lot of ways. 

But you’re here and you're carrying his child and even if you weren't, after breaking down the walls you keep up these past few months, Dieter doesn't know that he can stop wanting you. It doesn't make sense; you don't want him like that so why does he still desire you? 

He needs to quit it though. If he doesn't watch himself he's going to lose Mia and he doesn't want that. 

"I want you," Dieter finishes softly, cupping her cheek. 

Mia slides her manicured hand over Dieter's wrist, sighing as she looks up at him. 

"I think maybe we need to take a beat Dee."

"Huh? Why?"

Dieter can't understand what she's talking about. They're going at a glacial pace. He hasn't even taken her to bed yet. Something that would have bothered him in past relationships, but for this one just feels right.

"Because I need some time to think things over," Mia tells him gently. "This is a lot to take in."

Dieter frowns. "But, I like being with you."

"And I like being with you," Mia assures him with a smile. "But I need to wrap my head around this. I know why you did what you did, but I need to sit with it and let you know how I feel."

She’s dumping him.

Dieter isn’t an idiot. He’s done this song and dance in his time. He knows by the tentative way she meets his eyes, the way her hand stays lightly on his wrist. She’s softening the blow, he realizes.

"If that's what you want," he manages. He won’t force a woman to be with him. And despite everything he’s glad he met Mia.

"It is," Mia nods. She stands on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips, smiling as she pulls back. "I better get back to the hotel. I have an early day on set tomorrow. Not all of us were lucky enough to finish wrapping their scenes."

"The price of being the lead," Dieter grins. Mia giggles, going to pull on her jacket before giving him a brief wave.

“I’ll see you later, Dee.”

You're in bed when Mia leaves, half dozing on your side. You’ve just removed the headphones from your belly and you’re ready to fall into a hopefully long sleep. You start when the door to your room creaks opens and Dieter steps inside, creeping over to your bed.

"Hey," you whisper in the dark. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Dieter nods, unbuttoning his shirt. "We talked it out."

"Okay. Good."

The shirt is dropped to the ground, followed quickly by his jeans. Wearing only his boxers he stills, realizing he's not in his room but yours. 

"Did you... Can I sleep in here?"

"In here?" 

"Yeah," Dieter says and you can hear the insecurity there. 

"Sure," you say pulling back the covers. "If you can fit in this narrow bed with me and my stomach."

"I'll fit," Dieter grins. 

You feel him slip under the covers, shifting nearer to you until his breathing is fanning over the back of your neck.

His hand tentatively rests at your hip, tensing. He remembers last time the two of you were together in bed, you snuggling up to him, kissing his shoulder, holding him. There was nothing sexual about it, just comforting. He wants that again. 

"Would," he starts, feeling embarrassed. "Would it-"

"What?"

"Would it be okay if I held you? Not trying anything," he quickly adds which makes you smile in the dark. "I just like holding him." 

Your smile fades. He doesn't want to hold you. He wants to hold the baby.

Of course he does. 

You want to quell the beating of your heart. You want to remind yourself that this is transactional. 

But more than that you want to be held by him. 

You want to inhale the scent of his cologne and feel the ridge of his nose grazing your neck. You want to feel his hand curl against your stomach. And most of all you want to fall asleep with the man who helped you to create this life you carry.

"Yeah," you shuffle back against him. "I'm sure he misses you."

It's a silly thing to say especially since the baby doesn't even know it’s a baby yet. But Dieter grins at the comment, holding you. 

"I missed him," he murmurs, hand grazing softly against your abdomen. 

Guilt gnaws away at you though. 

"Would Mia be okay knowing you're in here?" You whisper in the darkness. "I mean, I know nothing is happening, I just mean... You know."

"Yeah. Pretty sure she dumped me." Dieter supplies.  He feels you tense in his arms, tilting your head over your shoulder to stare up at him concerned.

"What? Really?" 

"Yeah," you feel Dieter shifting behind you, his large arm coming to wrap tighter around your waist. "Says she needs time to process everything." 

“Doesn’t sound like breaking up.”

“Trust me,” Dieter sighs. “I know a break up monologue when I hear it. I’ve given enough of them.”

“Oh.”

You think on this, hand sliding under your pillow. Dieter sounds resigned, like this isn't necessarily something he wants. 

"You're okay with it, Dieter?"

"Yeah." 

"Maybe it was for the best," you offer, trying to cheer him up. "I don't know that monogamy was ever your thing." 

The moment stretches between you both, the room quiet. Dieter has found your left hand, his thumb coming to absently rub the ring you wear there. The ring he bought you that you never take off. The ring that if you knew how much it cost you would never wear for fear of losing it. He loves seeing it on your finger, knowing that something he bought you ties you to him in some way. 

"For the right person it would be," Dieter finally offers in a soft rasp. Before you can say anything he's flicking the lamp next to the bed off. 

"G'night." 

"Night."

Dieter wakes the next morning when the scent of your perfume on the pillow. He cracks his eyes open to see the bed empty and he feels a stab of disappointment. 

He showers before pulling on his clothes and robe and padding into the kitchen. You're sitting there, backlit by the sun and when you look up from your cereal bowl and cast a bright smile in his direction he feels momentarily breathless. 

You’re so fucking beautiful.

"Morning, ready for a painfully long flight home tonight?"

"Y-yeah," Dieter stammers before pouring himself a cup of the brewed coffee. 

You watch him looking anxiously around as he dumps the sugar into his brew before taking a seat opposite you. 

"So I was thinking about the Mia thing," You offer after a sip of tea. “She loves to travel right? Like, outside of work?”

“Yeah,” Dieter nods enthusiastically. "Last week she actually suggested we go on a trip together after the film wraps."

“So do it,” you insist. “Show her with action that you want and cherish her. Just the two of you somewhere romantic. Where does she like? Paris? Italy?”

“She was always talking about Prague,” Dieter offers as he recalls their times together. When they were first getting to know one another under the pretense of running lines. “She’s always wanted to go.”

“So take Mia to Prague,” you say enthusiastically as you can manage. “See the sights, stay at wonderfully fancy places, do romantic things. Prove to her that you want to be with her. Because she obviously means something to you Dieter.”

“You seem awfully concerned about my romantic life,” Dieter muses. “When did that start?”

“Contrary to what you believe, I care about you,” you say shortly. “And when I’m gone I want to make sure that things are stable. Mia is a good stabilizing force. And from what I can tell she’s a lot tougher than I gave her credit for.”

“So Prague,” Dieter echoes, thinking about your suggestion. It’s a good plan. A smart one if Mia will give him a chance to prove how much he cares about her.

“I won’t lie I’m jealous,” you smirk at your cereal bowl. "Always wanted to go there."

I'll take you. I'll take you anywhere you want to go.

Dieter shakes his head to erase this dangerous thought. 

No. No you won't, Bravo. She's leaving practically as soon as your kid is here. Stop thinking about her like that. She's your employee. 

"Well you'll have three hundred thousand dollars to play around with," Dieter says forcing a smile to his own face. 

"Two hundred," you correct through a mouthful of cereal. 

"Huh?"

"Well uh, I have to pay off my mom's mortgage. There's still about a two hundred thousand left on it. Then I have to pay off my student loans the next semesters' tuition and rent a place so... No trips to Prague for me." 

You give a little huffing laugh before going back to your cereal. Dieter takes a long sip of his coffee thinking about everything that’s gone on.

You begin to tap into your tablet, bringing up your flight details. Dieter watches you typing, transfixed by the way your fingers move, the way the ring he bought you sometimes spins on your finger. He recalls the way those same fingertips felt gripping him as he licked-

Fucking stop.

"Okay, that's done; the car will be here around three. Bags are packed, your passport is with mine," you say checking things off your list with a satisfied smile before it drops. “And our meeting with Diane is in ten.”

“Diane?”

Diane is the big guns when it comes to PR and Dieter’s career in general. Knowing that you’ve pissed her off stresses the both of you big time. And as if you’ve summoned a well organized demon the laptop chirps.

Seconds later you and Dieter sit awkwardly next to one another at the kitchen table, your laptop positioned between the two of you. A furious looking Diane is on the zoom call, her dark red brows knitted together. 

"I thought I was perfectly clear."

"You were Diane," you jump in, your cheeks red. "It's-"

"No public affection," Diane interjects. "No fraternizing with co-stars."

Dieter gives a sheepish grin at that before his eyes jot to you. You can't even look at him in the small box of the zoom meeting. You feel so foolish about all of this. All your years of professionalism, striving to have things under control and this is how it ends? A blurry snapshot of you kissing your celebrity boss?

"The baby kicked for the first time," Dieter offers quietly. "We were just really excited."

"Congrats," Diane says without a shred of conviction. "Now we have a PR nightmare that we have to spin."

“I know we screwed up, Diane, but I swear it was a heat of the moment,” you implore her. “It won’t happen again.”

“You’re damn right it won’t. As of this moment you are no longer working for Dieter Bravo.”

“Hey-“ Dieter starts but Diane is talking over him.

“You wanted to keep her on Dee, and look what happened. And now we can’t even keep you on the books because it’ll look suspicious,” Diane snaps. “You can’t be seen fucking and paying your assistant, it’ll be career suicide. I’ll have to pay her wage through a third party and I really didn’t need this headache considering I was already finished up on a plan for unveiling baby Bravo and now I have to rethink the entire thing.”

 Dieter looks over to see your head hung low, your cheeks stained red. He knows how much this is killing you. How much you prided yourself on your work acumen and professionalism. He tries to slide his hand over yours but you pull away sharply, eyes going to Diane.

“I understand, Diane. Just tell me what I need to do.”

The flight back is a strained one. Diane has booked you both first class and private pods but across the plane from one another. You don’t interact the entire flight; instead you’re left to your own thoughts as you absently stroke your stomach.

You have a few things in your favor – it was getting close to having to stop working anyway. You’re officially showing and you’re still getting paid. That money can all go to the family.

The family.

Your mother’s voice over the phone rings in your ears. The shrill terrified shout that this couldn’t be true. You’ve disappointed her. You have to explain it all to her as soon as possible. It’ll be easier to just tear the band aid off.

Dieter rests in his own private pod three whiskey’s deep, his swollen eyes hidden behind sunglasses. He’s been holding back tears all morning and now they slip down his gold cheeks in the privacy of the flight.

He doesn’t get to see you or the baby until he’s born. It’s a fucking cruelty.

“If you want her to have a normal life, Dee, you’ll stay far away from her. She needs to be seen as a surrogate only, not a romance. We can write the kiss off as a one-time thing if we find an alternative romantic partner to highlight for you.”

Of course he’d agreed immediately. He doesn’t want you or the baby stressed. It’s his own fault for wanting you so badly it aches. You promised to update the app daily, to video chat at least every other day. That had seemed fair.

But now on the way back to LA, Dieter can’t help but feel this growing pit starting in his belly. A coldness that has nothing to do with the weather. He’s not going to see you every day, won’t be able to smell your perfume, hear your voice when you sing in the shower (off-key), won’t snuggle you to him as you watch nature documentary’s. 

At least before this photo Dieter had the option of going to your house to see you in the last few months of your pregnancy, but now with the media frenzy there’s no possibility. It’ll be horrible for you and your mom.

Once he’s off the flight Dieter’s phone is buzzing. He takes it out, surprised to see that Diane has already sent him a few texts. He’s confused before he remembers that without you as his PA he’ll be receiving her messages directly.

[12:33pm] I talked to Mia’s publicist. She’s agreed to a public romance rollout this Friday. New club opening.  Confirming your availability.

Dieter glances over at you in the luggage carousel, eyes flitting from bag to bag as you wait for yours.  You look like a goddess despite your dark black clothes and oversized sunglasses. He knows you’re trying to be inconspicuous.

[12:34pm] D: I’m available.

You’ve got your luggage and Dieter scrambles to grab his own before rolling it over to you. You notice his approach and try to affect a casual attitude. Thankfully no one seems to recognize you from the photos.

“I’ll make sure you get into your taxi,” Dieter offers quietly walking alongside you, his brows raised.

“No it’s fine,” you insist, taking your rolling luggage and giving him a soft smile. “I’ll be good. I’ll head out first; hopefully if there are any paps they won’t recognize me before I’m in the cab.”

“Right.”

When you walk out of the airport you think of all the things Diane warned you about over the phone. The photographers, the yelling, the attention. You thought you were ready for it.

You were wrong.

But there are at least fifty paparazzi all hanging around like flashbulb vultures waiting to catch you both looking vulnerable. Groups of men with oversized cameras are all shouting at you, calling your name, saying things to get your attention.

"Over here! Hey, over here!"

"Have you two picked out names yet?"

“Did you put holes in the condom?”

"Do you know the gender?"

“Do you sleep with all your employers?”

"Is it twins? It looks like it could be twins."

You feel anxious tears starting at the corner of your eyes. They’re going to photograph you and you’re going to be crying. You still in the crowd, hand on your luggage strap, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

The taxi seems so far away, the lights, the sounds; the sensation of being suffocated is all you can focus on. You feel like you’re drowning. Your chin wobbles and another camera is thrust directly into your face.

One hand curls over your belly protectively before you raise the other to shield your face. You feel completely alone and vulnerable, the tears almost spilling when you feel a warm hand envelop your wrist. You glance up to see Dieter there at your side, stony faced at the paparazzi as he pulls you gently towards him.

“Give her room to breathe.”

Gratitude floods you and despite Diane’s directions to avoid each other like the plague you let him lead you towards where his private SUV waits.

His arm goes to your back, urging you to move with him. As you and Dieter shuffle through the throng of shouting people you suddenly understand why Dieter drowns himself in drugs and sex and everything else. This constant whirlwind, this unbearable attack on all sides is exhausting. Photographers, fans, cameras, eyes, shouts. It's terrifying.

"Is this the result of a one night stand?"

“Dieter have you asked for a DNA test?”

 “How old are you?”

“DIETER I LOVE YOU!”

“Did you feel pressured because Mr Bravo is your boss?”

“Can I have your autograph!?��

“What a slut!”

“What’s the sex like?”

A camera is thrust inches from your face and you give a yelp, putting up a free hand in front of you as the light flashes.

"Hey, get the fuck away from her," Dieter says placing a protective arm around your waist and sweeping you along with him. He doesn’t let you go as he herds you through the line of shouting people. Dieter’s driver is there, grabbing your bag for you and loading it into the SUV.

“Just breathe, baby,” Dieter murmurs against your temple. “I got you.”

You want to tell him that this will look bad in tomorrow’s gossip column; that even just walking side by side will create a frenzy of tabloid speculation. But you’re terrified at the mob of people and your hand clutches at the front of Dieter’s jacket as you shy away from them.  

"Are you really pregnant or is this a publicity stunt?"

"Dieter what about rumors that you've been linked recently with Mia Rowe?"

"It's it true this child might be Robert Pattinson’s?"

When the last photographer starts shouting and shoving the camera in your face again you let out a small whimper as Dieter opens the door of the SUV for you.

“Please just stop!”

Dieter hears your cry and turns to see your terrified expression before you’re burying your face in Dieter’s shoulder.

Dieter loses all rational thought. All he can focus on is the way you’re trembling in his arms, the way your hand has gone protectively over your stomach protecting his son, the child you made together.   

Before you can stop him he's reared back and kicked the photographer in the vee of his legs and the man blanches. You look on in horror at the altercation.

"Dieter!"

Flashbulbs are going off like crazy as the man groans sharply, grabbing between his legs and collapsing onto the sidewalk.

“I said stay the fuck away from her!” Dieter shouts, his cheeks red.

He pulls himself in after you, closing the door before his arms are around you, pulling you against him. The windows are tinted, but that won’t matter after that little performance out there.

“Ready to go Mister Bravo?”

“Yeah, thanks Hank.”

The car is already in motion, heading for Dieter’s place as the sound of shouts grow quieter and quieter with each passing mile. You’re still shaking, still reeling from everything that happened.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “That must have been terrifying. I’m used to it now but I remember how it used to be.”

“How do you do it?” you ask, still trembling. “They’re relentless.”

“Coke. Sex. Booze,” Dieter shrugs as if this is a natural response. “I get by. But it doesn’t mean you should have to.”

Dieter has his hand holding yours, thumb rubbing soothing circles along the back of your palm. 

“And here I thought my Mom was going to be the most stressful part of today,” you say trying to offer a weak smile.

“Is it really going to be that bad do you think?”

“Honestly yeah, I do,” you say nodding.  “She’s going to be pissed and I’m going to have to walk on eggshells until the baby is born.”

"Why don't you stay in my guest house?"

You gaze up and over at Dieter, seeing that he’s watching your face with a soft expression as the car coasts through the busy LA traffic.

"What?”

"You don't want to stay at home, I have the empty space. I don't see why that's so weird. And if I’m honest I don’t wanna be so far away from my son,” Dieter finishes lamely. “I like seeing him growing every day.”

I like seeing you every day.

He can’t admit that to you. He never will. He’ll swallow it down deep.

“I have to go home, Dieter.” You insist. “Plus, Diane would murder me. This flies in the face of everything she’s trying to cultivate for your image.”

Dieter doesn’t say anything, but he does relax back into the seat next to you.  He doesn’t release your hand, instead he maneuvers his fingers, lacing them through yours and resting them on the seat between you both.

You tell Hank your address and you take a deep breath as a short while later he rounds on your street.

Your Mom wasn’t joking.

There really are tons of people littering your normally quiet suburban neighborhood. Many with expensive looking cameras and phones. You groan as the SUV crawls by them before you insist on having the Hank drive you around the corner. The last thing you need is to be seen getting out of Dieter’s car.

Hank goes to take your bags out of the trunk and Dieter readies himself to follow you out the door.

“I’ll come-“

“No,” you insist gently. “I have to do this myself.”

He wants to deny this but he sees the seriousness of your countenance and nods. He knows you’re a strong, capable woman. But the thought of you being messed with by those paps are making his jaw clench.

“Don’t worry,” you tell him with a grin as you slip on a pair of oversized sunglasses. “Thanks to you I know how to get them to leave me alone.”

He can’t help but let out a short laugh, cut short when you close the car door. Dieter watches you take the suitcase handle from Hank and thank him before you roll it down the sidewalk and out of his life for the foreseeable future.

The first thing you notice when you get inside your house is how quiet it is.

Especially compared to the madness that is just outside your front door.  You’d successfully ignored the men and women who shouted questions at you. You were busy on the phone with the local police ensuring that your Mother’s home would no longer be swarmed. You slide your suitcase to the left of the door.

“Mom?”

She appears moments later dressed in her sweatpants and oversized sweater.  She hasn’t left the house despite it being a workday.

“Your flight was okay?”

“Uh, yep.”

“Good.”

“You didn’t go to work today?”

“Couldn’t get my car out of the driveway,” your Mom says tightly.

“I called the city when I was walking up,” you tell her, toeing off your shoes. “They’ll take care of it.”

She nods but makes no move to smile or to hug you. She’s always been an emotional woman, prone to hugs and kisses so her complete lack of anything has you on edge.

“I made pie,” she says, “come have a slice.”

You hear distant sirens outside as you follow her into the kitchen, taking your coat off before plopping into seat opposite her at the table. You don’t miss how her eyes widen at the obvious swell of your stomach.  

“So it’s true.”

You watch her cut the peach pie she’s baked noting that her fingers are trembling. You say nothing in reply, simply watching as she slides your portion and a fork to you on the plate before she looks back at your face.

“You made a child with that horrible man.”

“He’s not a horrible man,” you say, your voice coming out more caustic than expected. “You don’t know anything about him other than what the media wants you to think.”

“Oh, he’s an angel then, is that it?” your Mother gives a humorless laugh as she sits in her seat, the cheap wood creaking. “He doesn’t do drugs? Doesn’t say crazy things? Doesn’t act like a fool?”

Your mother has always ragged on Dieter through your entire employment. Most of the time you could shrug it off, ignore it or even laugh along with her. But now? After everything you’ve experienced with him you feel a strangely intense feeling of protectiveness. For the soft man that holds you in bed and buys you rings just because. For the man that listens to you talk about your Dad and shares about his mom. Hearing her deride him makes you curl your fingers around your fork in anger.

“Even if he did all those things, so what? If the worst thing you can say about Dieter Bravo is that he acts immature and says silly things and does drugs every once in a while does that really make him so horrible?”

“It makes him irresponsible,” your Mom snaps. The worst possible thing you can be in your mother’s eyes in irresponsible. “And he’s supposed to be the father of your child? Of my grandson? I’m not going to have a son in law that acts like he does.”

A son in law?

You could laugh at the thought of Dieter being a married family man. When would he have time to go on hippie retreats and have threesomes? Although considering his behavior of late perhaps that’s an unfair belief. Regardless, Dieter Bravo is not the marrying kind.

"Mom we're not getting married. Ever."

Your mom's fork clatters onto her plate, the pie forgotten.

"What? Why not?"

Fuck. This is going to hurt so much more than you thought. Hearing your Mom refer to herself as a grandmother is a new kind of pain you weren’t anticipating. You can see it there in her eyes that keep lingering on your belly – all the hopes and dreams of grandchildren running through her mind.

“We’re not in a relationship.… this isn't... I'm not keeping the baby," you finally manage to say in a thick voice.  

"What?” Your mom nearly shouts when she looks to your swollen stomach, her features contorted in horror.  "You can't just get an-"

"No, not like that. I mean, I'm giving the baby to Dieter. He's paying me to be his surrogate." 

Saying it out loud makes your heart hammer. If you thought she looked horrified at the previous comment, she looks downright disgusted now. She leans back in her chair, as if she physically cannot stand to be closer to you.

"What?"

"I'm getting paid," you explain in a rush, hoping that this will ease the pain of it. "Three hundred thousand dollars." 

You expect that this will soften the blow of the news but if anything she looks as if she’s been slapped.

“You’re… selling your baby?”

The way she says it makes your skin crawl, like you’re some backroom monster.

“It’s not like that,” you say raking your hands through your hair in frustration. “Mom, I’m not like, his Mom. I’m just carrying him. Like, remember when Liz had the surrogate? I’m like that girl they hired.”

“Liz didn’t let her husband sleep with that woman did she? They did it at the hospital, with a transfer,” Your mom peers into your face and you think you see a shadow of hope. “Is that what happened, honey? You got an embryo transfer?”

Fuck this is getting worse by the minute.

“No. We slept together. It was a mistake.”

You wince when you feel your son kick, a light flutter that has you gripping the sides of your abdomen in surprise.  Guilt immediately goes through you – can he understand what you’re saying during all of this? No, of course not, he’s a fucking fetus. And yet that doesn’t stop you from welling up.

"This is so…twisted,” your mom replies with a shake of her head. “It’s one thing to sleep with him and have his baby. But you… You’re not even going to be his mother? You’re selling him off like he’s a piece of furniture?”

A solemn quiet goes around the space and your mother drops her napkin to the table.  You take a bite of your pie, finding it bitter.

“That’s not at all what’s happening.”

"If your father was here-"

"Well he's not!" you snap out at her. “You had no one else to take care of you so I stepped up. I see how long the hours are that you work, how exhausted you are. You’re supposed to retiring at this age, not taking on double shifts. I wanted to pay off the mortgage for you. I wanted to pay for my schooling. And Dieter wanted a child, so how is this pregnancy a bad thing? We all got something out of it.”

“Got something out of it?” Your mother almost sneers. “You don’t get something out of it. You created life and now you’re selling him for profit to a man who needs help staying sober longer than a week. It’s disgusting what the two of you are doing.”

A searing pain goes through you as you sit there, the pie dry and tacky in your mouth. It hurts to swallow it down. But it hurts more to know that your sacrifice is now being thrown back into your face.

“I did this for you,” you tell her weakly.

"I never asked you to do anything for me," your mom says and now you see the shame in her eyes. The disappointment. “It’s disgraceful treating human life like a commodity. I… I can’t accept that money from you. It’s tainted.”

I did it all for nothing.

You feel numb. Your Mom has lowered her chin to her sternum and you can see fat tears slipping down her nose. She’s silent as she cries and when she does this it reminds you so much of your father’s funeral and the way she’d silently sobbed that you feel physically ill.

You can’t be in this environment. Not just because it hurts so much to have her talk to you like she has. But because you can’t spend the next several months on eggshells, high strung and anxious. You can’t do that to the life that is building itself within your womb, cell by cell. You will give your son every advantage you can.

"I can't be in this house," you say softly. "I'm sorry, mom. I... I can't."

“I think that might be for the best,” she agrees, and you notice that she can’t meet your eyes.

You move to your feet wobbling to your bedroom, closing the door gently behind you. You look at the awards on the desks, the beautiful painting you look at each morning, at the space you lived in with your Mom and Dad. You can almost hear his voice as he told he was so proud of his smart daughter and her science awards.

If you try you can remember how it felt to have him read you bedtime stories before you fell asleep in this very room. You can still smell the cinnamon bread your Mom would make you every year for your first day of school.

But then you blink and all you see is a room with a bed and a desk and some art on the walls. A past life of someone who doesn’t exist anymore.  You catch your reflection in your dresser mirror, amused to see that the woman staring back at you hasn’t been a child for a long time. She stands with a splotchy face and tired eyes, and a stomach that swells with life.

“You’re gonna be safe,” you tell the bump in the mirror.  “I promise.”

You glance out between your drawn blinds thankful to see that the group has been dispersed by local law enforcement. Good. You bring out your mobile and begin tapping out a message.

[4:31pm]:  Is that offer of staying at your place still on?

D [4:31pm]: i'll send a car

You don’t even fight him on it.

[4:32pm]: Thank you.

D [4:32pm]: u never have to thank me

You make your way to your closet where you bring out a second suitcase, filling it to the brim with everything you think you’ll need for the next little bit. Your suitcase full of clothes from your last trip is waiting for you at the front door for when you exit.

You sit on the end of your bed, waiting for the car when you feel your phone buzz at your hip.

It’s a photo from Dieter, one that makes your brows saddle. It’s of his guest house, the one he usually just keeps for out of town guests and overflow storage for his paintings and other purchases.

But you can see he’s organized it, swept the floors and set everything up nicely complete with a vase of fresh flowers from his garden sitting on the coffee table.

D [4:56pm]: ready and waiting, baby mama

Your hand is on your abdomen without thought, gently holding your son through the tendons and tissues. You give a watery smile at your screen before looking down at your belly, feeling a sense of relief bloom behind your sternum.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, little one. Your Dad is gonna take care of us.”

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Can't Stay Away from You - Chapter Three

I'm finally back after over a month! I hope this is enough to make up for not updating this series for a month.

masterlist wc: 5.7k warnings: panic attacks, disassociation maybe??, better to be safe than sorry, reader just has a rough time in this chapter, angsty times, violence against doors, violence in general, Minho bites, slightly suggestive-ish??, also fluff!! I think that's it?? I'm really not sure at this point, but it's basically reader having a rough time and the boys helping her

Y/n was the first to wake up the next morning, and she found herself in a bit of a pickle, stuck in between the two omegas of the skz pack. She was in a bit of shock, not remembering anything past being on the couch in their living room. She wasn’t quite sure how she got to be here, in the middle of their nest, and in the middle of the eight men. She noticed that Felix had attached himself to her back, their legs entangled along with Han’s, and her birthday twin was clinging onto her front, his head almost buried in her neck. She could feel his breath on her neck, and it made her shiver. She didn’t think that she’d ever be in this position, but fuck now that she knew what she was missing out on, she never wanted to sleep alone again. It just felt so right to be here, it felt right to be with them, but that thought was also terrifying. 

She started to try and untangle herself from the pile, needing a moment to breathe, and a moment to herself. She tried pulling her legs out of the pile, to little luck, the two omegas’ grips were almost cutting off the circulation in her legs when she tried pulling them up towards her chest. Her next move was to try and pull herself out of the boys’ grip, only to have them hold onto her tighter, as she let out a huff as their stubbornness, even while they’re asleep. Stupid omegas not letting go.

She froze as she felt a pair of lips on the back of her neck, knowing that had to be the freckled sunshine boy. She took a harsh breath in as she tried to relax, but then Han left his own kiss on her neck, as she gripped the bed underneath her to try and ground herself. She could feel herself slicking up after the actions of the two omegas, her own omega screaming in joy at this whole situation. She tried to will her thoughts in a less smutty direction, to which it almost worked.

That was, until Seungmin woke up due to her movements and her scent that betrayed her. His sleep filled eyes looked at her over Han’s head, an eyebrow raising at her actions, and she quickly looked away, garnering a chuckle out of the vocalracha member. 

“Go back to sleep, omega.” He says, morning voice very evident, as his voice sounded much more gravelly than normal. 

She shivered at it, and silently nodded, though she pouted at being told to go back to sleep. The change in her scent as she thought of how nice the singer’s morning voice sounded was what finally work Han up, and the rapper smirked at her change in scent. She got so flustered just at his member’s voice, and Seungmin didn’t even have the best morning voice. That would go to the Aussie line, with Minho as a close third place. Those men’s voices in the morning, he would never get enough of them. It may also be the reason why on mornings where they had schedules, the alarms were set for earlier than usual. Jisung pulled her back down into his arms, holding her tighter so she couldn’t escape.

“Not allowed to leave, ‘mega.” Han says, voice full of sleep, though his smirk could be heard in his tone of voice as well.

Seungmin chuckled at her predicament, finding it hilarious. His laugh woke Minho up, however, and once the dancer was awake, he also chuckled at what she had gotten herself into. She looked adorable trapped between his two omegas, and she looked like she belonged right in the middle of their nest, like she had occupied it forever.

“Cute. Three cute omegas, and my good omegas for keeping little omega in bed with us.” He praised the two, and Han preened at the praise from the alpha, while y/n pouted.

“I’m not cute.” She protested, to which Minho only raised an eyebrow, staying silent while he stared at her.

“Just cause I’m an omega, doesn’t mean I’m cute. Got it mister?” She said, glaring at him now. 

This riled up the alpha, who was very rarely challenged. He growled in warning to her, red eyes flashing at her. She crossed her arms, staring at him dead in the eyes, challenging him to do something if he’s that bothered.

“Omega, stop with the denial. Now.” He once again growled at her, his alpha very unhappy with her disobedience, and the self-deprecating nature of her comments. By this point, the rest of the pack had woken up from their exchange, if not by Minho’s growls.

“Hmmm, nahhh. I’m good. Once again, I. Am. Not. Cute.” She said, voice firm, but with a teasing lilt to it.

Han had wisely loosened his grip, and had loosened Felix’s as well, just in time for Minho to grab her. The alpha pulled her underneath himself, staring down at her as his eyes flashed red, warning her that his alpha was dangerously close to the surface. She stared defiantly back at him, not willing to budge on her position, nor showing any fear of the alpha. His alpha enjoyed the good fight, but was displeased by the omega refusing to submit, disregarding the fact that she wasn’t their omega, and had no obligation to submit to them, to him.

“Omega, be good.” He said firmly.

“I’ll pass on that.” Was all she said in return.

Normally, an omega would have bared her neck in this situation, but y/n fought that urge and won, leaving the alpha to have to force her to bare it. Minho, who was running completely on instinct once again, leaned down close to her neck and he nipped at it, leaving a mark.

“Omega. Submit. Now.” He growled into her neck, biting at her neck harder a second time when she didn’t give in right away.

Y/n whined, unprepared for what happened, but she submitted and gave in. She stopped fighting him, and bared her neck willingly, to which the alpha above her grinned at winning. 

“Good ‘mega. Very good.” He told her, kissing the marks he left. “Don’t deny it again, or pull an attitude with me. You’ll end up back underneath me if you do.” He told her simply, before flopping down on top of her.

She whined in embarrassment but a blush remained on her face after she processed what happened, and Minho chuffed in delight at it, before he allowed her to move out from under him. She didn’t get the freedom she wanted, however, since Hyunjin immediately pulled the omega into his arms, holding her tightly. The others chuckled and laughed at her predicament, enjoying seeing her be passed from one member to another, thinking about how cute she was. Though a couple did worry about her, seeing as she was just subjected to Minho’s alpha, mostly the betas, since they knew how it was to be subjected to an alpha, especially in the manner she had just been affected. They watched her closely, eyes following her movements.

Eventually Hyunjin loosened his grip, and y/n took advantage of this to escape his hold, quickly scurrying out of the room before anyone else could take the chance to catch her once again. Thankfully, for her sake, she quickly found the bathroom, only running into a few of the boys’ rooms before finding it. She locked the door behind her once she entered, and she quickly used the bathroom before she found herself in the mirror, staring back at herself. She looked at herself, not recognizing the person she saw in the mirror’s reflection. Hair mussed and out of place, Minho’s bite marks visible on her shoulder, and she just looked different. She couldn’t describe what was different exactly, and that plus all of the feelings that had been building up in her that morning finally fought their way to the surface.

She couldn’t believe everything that’s happened in the last 24 hours, let alone the last 48 hours. She went from bumping into who she now knows was Felix, to the fanmeet and meeting Stray Kids and getting Chan’s number, to Hyunjin and Minho showing up at her hotel room last night before bringing her here, to waking up in the nest with them. What was her life, and what had she done to end up here? She couldn’t process all of this, nor could her omega. Her omega was distressed, but also strangely content, and she couldn’t comprehend that either. It was all a little too much for her omega and her to process, going from being alone by herself to being here, with all of them, and honestly being treated like a member of the pack, it’s almost too much to bear.

She vaguely saw herself sliding down the mirror, thoughts in her head of why she was here with them at all, why she was being treated like a member of the pack when she clearly wasn’t, why were they being this nice to her? She couldn’t understand how she, a normal fan who met them once, well Felix met her twice, and how this went from that to her sitting in their bathroom after having slept in their den. The world around her felt like it was spinning, and she couldn’t process anything going on around her, the only things she could focus on were the thoughts running through her mind, making her worry further. She felt sharp pin pricks, looking down to find that she had been digging her fingernails into her hands, breaking skin. Without realizing it, she had been hurting herself and her scent had leaked out of the bathroom, slowly invading the rest of the dorm. 

Time skip backwards a tiny bit…

The boys watched y/n’s escape, laughing at how cute she was, as they heard the sounds of various doors opening and closing, before hearing silence, figuring that she had found either someone’s room to hide out in, or the bathroom. They chatted amongst themselves, figuring that she’ll find her way back once she’s ready. They mostly spoke about their own schedules, thankfully they all had the day off today, since they had just finished their comeback promotions, the fansign yesterday having been the final one of their promotion cycle. 

It wasn’t until a disgustingly nasty smell wafted into the nest room that made a couple of the members gag that they realized something was horribly wrong. Felix and Chan jumped into action, the omega of the duo almost slipping on blankets as the two of them rushed out of the room, Minho and Jisung following closely behind, with the rest of the pack not far behind the four of them. They follow the scent to the bathroom, finding the door locked, and they know she’s in there.

“Y/n? Darling, please open the door for us please?” Felix called out to her, worry filling his voice. 

The sour scent of smoke only gets stronger at his words, and he and Han know she could drop at any moment, and with the door in the way, they would have no way to help her. Chan sees a shadow move from underneath the door, and realized that she’s sitting against the door, which means forcing their way in wasn’t an option.

“Please baby, talk to us. We’re here for you.” Jisung called out, trying to keep the worry and fear out of his voice. 

They hear her breathing pick up and Chan curses, if she wasn’t against the door, he would have gotten Changbin to break the door just so they could get to her. He tried to think of a way to get her away from the door, just so that they could break it down. He didn’t care if he had to get another door, her safety was more important than a door right now. 

“She’s against the door, we need her out of the way, then Bin or I can break it down.” He whispered to the two omegas, who immediately understood what he wanted them to do. They continued talking to her, trying to coax her either away from the door, but really they wanted her to unlock the door, as it would make everything else much easier. They tried appealing to y/n first, but then when that didn’t work, they started appealing to her omega, hoping that it would work, because her scent smelled like a bonfire, and not in a comforting way. 

Minho sees the shadow underneath the door move, and points it out, to which Chan immediately tries to open the door, still finding it locked. He huffs in frustration, but quickly reels that feeling in before he looks to Minho and Bin, who pull the omega duo closer to themselves, giving Chan the room he needs to bust the door open. 

“Omega, stay away from the door, I’m gonna open it and I don’t want you hurt. Alpha doesn’t want to hurt you, okay?” Chan said to y/n, before he shoved his shoulder into the door, partially opening it. He tried once more, successfully breaking open the door, and looking into the room to find y/n pushed up against the bathtub, her wide eyes staring up at him. Her breathing is still way too fast, and tears are running down her cheeks and onto her chest as she just stares at him. 

“Hey little omega. You’re okay, we’re gonna get you out of here and get you somewhere safer than the bathroom, yeah?” Chan told her, kneeling down on the ground in her line of sight , trying to make himself seem smaller so he didn’t appear threatening to her omega. He slowly inched closer to her, staying far enough away in case her omega felt threatened by a strange alpha’s presence. He watched her, her breathing still erratic but her eyes were trained on his form, not letting him out of her sight.

Chan took a deep breath before asking her, “Can I touch you, little one?”

He watched her, waiting for a response, but instead of replying, she launched herself at him. “Alpha.” She said as she pushed himself into the pack alpha’s arms, burying her head into his neck. Chan froze for a moment, before wrapping an arm around her and patting her back to comfort her. He whispered reassurances and comforting words in her ear, trying to calm her down as he felt her tears on his skin. He still had no idea why she was like this, nor what sparked this breakdown and subsequent drop, considering that her omega had taken control. 

Hearing footsteps, he looks up to see Minho having made his way past the door, looking up at his second-in-command with worry and confusion in his eyes, seeing those same emotions mirrored in the other alpha’s eyes. The others peeked into the room, the two omegas whining at seeing how tiny y/n looked curled up in their leader’s arms, both them and their omegas wanting to reach out to her and calm her down themselves. They couldn’t stand seeing another omega in distress, it physically hurt them to see it, let alone for it to be a fan of theirs like this, and without knowing what caused it, they weren’t sure how to fix it. 

Seungmin suddenly pushed his way through the rest of his pack and quickly entered the bathroom, moving past Minho and stealing y/n from Chan’s grip. He was a beta on a mission, even dodging a punch from his pack alpha for taking the omega. He darted out of the bathroom, carefully however, so that the girl in his arms never hit anything as he made his way to his own bedroom, knowing that the only way she’d calm down was to take her away from the onslaught of scents, especially her own. Staying in that stinky bathroom wouldn’t help her state of mind, it would only reinforce it. And since he tended to keep his own room pretty scent free except for his own and a few select scents, it was a perfect place to let her recover. Hyunjin and Changbin had immediately followed the youngest beta, trusting him as their pack beta to know what the best thing was to do, despite his age.

Seungmin pushed his bedroom door open, walking over to his bed as Hyunjin followed, as Changbin stayed at the door to keep everyone else out. Chan had almost stormed after the pack beta, his alpha ready for a fight with the beta who stole the omega out of his arms. It took both the other alphas to stop him, plus Changbin wouldn’t let him anywhere near the younger trio in the pack beta’s room. 

“Chan, you need to chill off before you come anywhere near here.” Changbin told him, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom. “Go take a walk, I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t try to force your way into this room right now.”

Chan huffed but didn’t say a word, walking away from them, against his own alpha’s wishes. Minho watched him walk away, deciding to keep an eye on him, knowing that it was his alpha making him feel this way, as Chan wouldn’t give into his anger easily if not for his alpha pushing him to. He said as much to the rest of the pack outside of the room, before stalking behind their pack leader.

Meanwhile, Seungmin beckoned Hyunjin to sit on his bed and once the other beta was sitting comfortably, passed y/n over to him, with whined protests coming from the omega who wanted to stay with him. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, I’ll be back in a moment, okay? Jinnie is gonna take care of you for me, yeah? He’s a really good cuddler, I’ll have you know. Even if I don’t like to admit to enjoying cuddles that often, he gives really good ones.” Seungmin said to the omega, pointedly not looking up at the other beta as he said all of that. 

He moved to his closet, finding a new blanket he had yet to use, and thankfully it was still in its packaging. He brought it out of his closet and over to the bed, taking it out of the plastic and wrapping it around y/n as Hyunjin helped him to do so. He sat on the bed in front of the other two, as Hyunjin whispered reassurances to the omega in his lap, and trying to convince her omega that she was safe with them, and to allow y/n to come back to the surface.

It took almost an hour for them to coax y/n back to the present with them, her actions still telling them that her omega wasn’t far from surfacing again, should the need arise. The two betas traded relieved looks, before Seungmin looked over at Changbin, who still played the bouncer role, keeping the others out of the room, even as the two omegas looked like they were five seconds away from tackling the buff man just so they could get close to y/n again. She looked up at Seungmin, who could see that her eyes were no longer glazed over and almost dull looking, they looked to have some of that life and sunshine back in them. He breathed a sigh of relief, before asking her the hard question.

“Hey, how are you feeling, sunshine?” He asked her.

He got a groan, and a mumbled, “Tired.” in return. 

He chuckled, expecting that answer after everything that happened. He knew now wasn’t the time to ask the harder questions, like what exactly made her panic like that, and how she was faring after the omega drop. That would come later, when she wasn’t as tired, and when she was a bit more coherent. Hyunjin kept her mind in the present, blabbering about anything and everything as he swayed them both side to side, trying to help keep her relaxed.

Seungmin knew that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let the others in the room now that she’s back with them, but he’s worried that one of them might try and ask too many questions about what happened and that could cause her to drop back down or spiral. That was what he didn’t want to happen. Looking over at the eldest beta, he could see the eldest was subtly pointing at Felix.

Felix wouldn’t be a bad choice, he usually was the comfort that most of the boys went to when they just needed someone to be there for them, without any pressure, and when one of the betas weren’t around to help either. He also would probably be the most comforting to y/n at the moment, and the one who would pick up on any cues she showed, being a fellow omega. He nodded to Bin, who let Felix and only Felix into the room, despite Han’s whine. Their sunshine omega carefully approached the bed, not wanting to spook or shock y/n. 

“Hey, y/n sweetheart, Felix wants to come over here. Is that alright with you?” Hyunjin asked her, pointing out Felix who was waiting for her permission. 

She didn’t look back at him, eyes locked onto Felix as she nodded. The other omega could see unshed tears in her eyes, from when she was still emotional earlier. Felix walked closer to the bed, and as soon as he was within arms length of y/n the slightly older omega reached out and grabbed a hold of him, almost launching herself at him. He pulled her close, lifting her into his arms as they embraced, the rest of the pack watching them with happiness in their eyes.

Felix moved to sit them both down on the bed, Seungmin and Hyunjin both hung around to keep y/n happy. The two had tried to get up and leave, only for the smallest omega to whine at their attempt to leave. They ended up in a pile on the bed, y/n’s quiet giggles making their squished situation on the bed much more bearable.

During this, Han disappeared from the pack that was waiting outside the door, which was only himself and Jeongin at this point, and headed to the living room, where he could hear the two eldest discussing something. As the younger man walked into the room, the two men looked up at him as he made his way over to them.

“We have to talk.” Han stated, looking at the other two.

“What about?” Chan asked, concerned.

“About how we’re all treating y/n like she’s already a part of our pack, when we all know she isn’t. At least not yet.” Han replied.

“Why is that a problem? Isn’t it better that we’re treating her like pack?” Minho asked. “We’re getting along insanely well, she fits right in, her scent is amazing. What’s so wrong about treating her like she’s one of us?”

“What’s wrong, is that although I think all of us, and our respective alphas, betas and omegas, treating her like pack means everything good, and that she’s probably meant to be one of us, is that it’s what’s caused her to break down like this. Before this happens again, we all need to sit down and talk. I’m serious, because I can see she’s like me, and you know exactly how bad I got when he-who-shall-not-be-named left us and the pack. I don’t want her going through that, because we’ve all decided something without telling her.” Han says, slightly scolding the boys without directly doing so.

The two alphas were sheepish, knowing that they did kinda fuck up with what they’ve done so far. Though now that Han has explained it to them, they understand how exactly their actions could have contributed to this whole situation, and decide that they’ll be better about it in the future. Han then decides to drag them back to the room, now that the three of them have had this talk. In theory, should he have said this to all of them? Yes. But that would mean leaving y/n by herself, and that wasn’t a good idea right now.

Walking back to Seungmin’s room, they found that Jeongin had finally been let in, and Changbin had also stopped guarding the door. They took a peek inside the room, finding that the pack was softly talking with each other and y/n as they were scattered on and around the pack beta’s bed. 

“It seems you’re doing better y/n. I’m glad.” Chan said, causing the others to notice them.

“Hyungs, Hannie, you’re back!” Felix welcomed the three men back into the room, happy to see them.

The three are quickly beckoned to join them, though Hannie is beckoned to join the beta/omega cuddle pile on the bed. Once he is close enough, Han is pulled into the pile by Felix, and the betas move around to let the omegas curl in the middle of the pile. This is how they all spent the next little while, letting them all relax in the company of the others, and conversation flows easily, but comfortable silences in between those little conversations. The omegas spend this time getting to know y/n better, asking all sorts of questions, wanting to know her better, and the others also occasionally ask their own questions to her as well. It’s more of an interrogation than a conversation, considering that the omega knows more about them, than any of them know about her.

After a while of this silence, Seungmin decided it was time to speak up, knowing that they really needed to talk things out with y/n.

“I think we really need to talk about what happened. I know it’s not easy to talk about it, y/n, but I think it’s something we need to have a conversation about. I know you haven’t known us long, but I hope that we’re able to talk honestly about these things.” Seungmin said, broaching the topic of y/n’s breakdown.

Y/n’s reaction was immediate as she sat up and looked down at her lap, avoiding eye contact with any of them. She took a breath, still not looking at any of them, before she started speaking.

“I started thinking about all of this, all of what’s happened in the last 24 hours. I went from talking to all of you at the fanmeet, and somehow going from that to being here, and not only being here, but Lee Know and Hyunjin coming to my hotel room, and then bringing me here. Then you all let me into your nest. Me, a fan, being let into your nest and then waking up there and I don’t remember how I got there. And then Minho went alpha on me. Neither mine or my omega knew how to process any of that, let alone the fact that you all treat me like pack when you barely know me. Why? Why me? I’m just a normal girl and you’re all Stray Kids. I don’t get it.” She spewed out, her breathing starting to speed up. 

The boys looked shocked, though Han and the two eldest alphas looked less shocked than the others. Felix and Hyunjin started tearing up at her words, feeling so bad that they’ve caused her to feel this way. Han thought that he was right on what the cause of her drop and spiral was, and he felt bad that he was right.

“I feel so confused, I feel so at home here with you all, but before I met you all yesterday, I had never been around you at all. I shouldn’t feel this at home with all of you, let alone any of the alphas, but I am. And that terrifies me because I can’t figure out why. I don’t wanna leave, but I can’t help but worry that I’ll have to. Not even that I’ll have to, I will have to leave, I can’t stay here forever. I’m not one of you, I’m not a part of your pack.” She finished, tears dropping down onto her legs.

Chan moved to kneel on the bed in front of her, a hand reaching out to tilt her head up so he could look her in the eyes.

“Your feelings and the way you are feeling is perfectly valid. I want to say that before anything else. I am sorry for treating you like one of us, without any explanations and for going about this as we have been the last 24 hours. We’re at fault for, without a better way to say it, shoving you right in the deep end without saying anything that would have helped you and your omega understand why you went from being a fan at the fansign, to being here with us in our dorm. We’re at fault for that, and we should be the ones begging you for forgiveness.” Chan apologized, while explaining things slightly as well.

“I think why you feel at home with us, is because you’re meant to be one of us, meant to be part of the pack.” Han piped up, all eyes on him. “I said this to Chan-hyung and Minho jagi, but I think why we all took to you so quickly and why you took to us, is because you’re meant to be here, with us, as part of the pack.” He finished, sitting up and looking at y/n as he did so.

Y/n’s eyes had widened during Han’s explanation, and those who were looking at her could see understanding blooming in her eyes as she processed what Han said. She breathed in, wiping away her tears as she took in that they felt the same way she did, and that her feelings weren’t odd. She felt better now about her feelings, now that the boys explained to her what their feelings and thoughts on the situation were, and she expressed her relief to them, that it wasn’t just her, that they felt that way too.

Changbin, sensing that she needed a hug, got up, rounding the bed to sit down behind her as Seungmin pulled Felix out of the way. The buff beta’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap as he kissed the top of her head. She snuggled into his hold, getting comfortable on his lap. The other boys cooed at the two of them, to which y/n blushed, hiding her face in her hands.

This sweet moment couldn’t last, as y/n’s stomach rumbled, signaling that it was definitely time for food. Minho immediately took that as a sign to make food and in his alpha’s eyes, to provide for her. He moved to snatch her from Binnie’s grip, despite the yelling from said man to give her back, and takes her into his arms to take her with him to the kitchen. When he got there, he placed her down on the counter away from the space he’d need for cooking, but close enough that she was around for him to keep an eye on her. He quickly moved around the kitchen, checking what they had in the dorm, and finding that they had a lot, so he set out to make a bunch of different dishes. He made sure to include both spicy and non-spicy dishes, including some less spicy versions of dishes, for both his spice intolerant packmates, and y/n if she also turned out to not be a spicy food person.

As Minho cooked, y/n watched with rapt attention, aware of his every move, interested in watching him cook food for them all, while her omega whispered to her how good of an alpha he was, providing for her and his pack. She tried to move off of the counter once, to try and help the taller man, only for her to be picked right back up and placed on the counter once again.

“Stay here. Don’t move.” He told her, before moving back to cooking.

Soon enough, the others made their way out of the bedroom and into the main living area, some of them checking the kitchen and finding the duo. There were more than a couple teasing remarks made to Minho about his actions, and at least one spoon was thrown in the direction of those who made said remarks. Thankfully, food was quickly finished, and y/n hopped off of the counter, moving to take the plates and dishes out to the table, as Chan managed to find an extra chair for y/n to sit on. Chan sat at the head of the table, with Jeongin at the other end, as the others sat where they could find a spot. Y/n was directed to sit in between Seungmin and Changbin, the two betas keeping her company. The buffer of the two betas piling food onto her plate, making sure she was fed enough, and that the boys wouldn’t eat the rest of the food, leaving her with almost nothing. The conversation flowed as they ate, and not once did y/n feel out of place, they always made every effort to include her, as those that spoke English translated for those that didn’t speak the language as well. 

After they had finished, the betas took care of the dishes, as it turned out it was their turn to wash up today. Y/n was walked, well really half-dragged over to the couches in the living room, by the youngest alpha, who decided it was his turn for attention. He sat her down on the smallest couch with him, so no one else could take up her attention, despite the whines and huffs about it from the others. He had a monopoly on her attention, well, until she was stolen by the other two alphas and placed in between them. This eventually ended up in her being surrounded by all eight members, as a movie day was decided on between all of them, with a little bit of everyone’s favorite movies being shown, with the exception of horror movies. Y/n sighed happily as she settled and happily enjoyed the movies and fighting that occurred.

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[vilsoo]

prize counter girl ☆ five

➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader

you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. when michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress, he comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.

chapter warnings. video chat sex reminiscing

notes. pcg is back yay !!! 🥳 i’d also like to say that the setting of our pizzeria is kind of a mix of dave n busters and the mega pizzaplex from fnaf sb. the arcade is rlly huge and colorful so like why not lol

pcg materlist • previous • chapter six

tags. @sanzu-s @matchakittycat @chiroomii @woahhajime @astrobunny @icekreamcakeee @aftonpartner @erensslutt @halparkebitch @i-am-scared-and-useless-bisexual @roody-y-a @setethstuff @akazxii @queen-simp @mikeesz @yukkomi @milk-bulb @ghostisinvis @corrazon @soft-spirit-ren @jaeeeeeeyito @wh0rephobic @mochas-rambles

  Michael wanted to disappear the next morning at work.

   Just for a few weeks of maintaining a restorative and healthy sleeping schedule for his new day shift, he had to fuck it all up again. Another sleepless, dreadful night. All because of steamy video chat sex with you. But he decided you weren't at blame for this. It's all his fault for going down this rabbit hole. Getting fucking corrupted by a camgirl that breathes the same air as him now; he did all of this to himself.

   Tossing and turning, complicated thoughts racing erratically, shirtless and sweaty, flipping the pillow multiple times, shifting positions, craving for a sip of his water, feeling a constant discomfort, and the never ending flashbacks of you. With his struggle to fall asleep, it was all futile.

Michael couldn't keep his eyes open the whole morning. He knew it would be dangerous for him to drive at a drowsy state like this. So to make his morning much more worse, he called William to drive him to work.

Hearing his father babbling and getting mad for sleeping late drove Michael to pass out right on the passenger seat, his head slanted against the window and a bit of drool hanging off his bottom lip like a little kid. It wasn't until he was startled by him "accidentally" driving over curbs and not giving a shit about it.

When he arrived at the pizzeria and into the arcade, he noticed the lights were already on at the prize corner and the display shelves were mostly organized. The glass showcase counter was also cleaned. His gaze drifts to the opened prize stockroom, sauntering over to see you squatting down at the lower shelf to shove a box of candies in place.

Noticing his figure at the corner of your eyes, you turn at him and smiled. You were like a ray of sunshine pouring over him, a brief feeling of bliss washing out his exhaustion. Of course it had to be you making his rough morning feel slightly better.

   "Hey. I came here a little earlier but you weren't here, so... I reorganized the candy island and cleaned mostly everything here. You okay?"

He cleared his throat, almost caught staring at you once again. "Yeah. Why— why wouldn't I be?"

"Um, you look dead." You stood up before him with your gaze wandering over his face, causing his heart to involuntarily pump faster.

   Michael sighed. "Yeah, I didn't really get enough sleep last night. Didn't even have enough time or energy to fix myself so that's why I look like shit today."

"Aw. I'm sorry about that," you pout. "But you don't look that bad. I mean, I looked way worse after my first hangover, so..."

He chuckled lightly, catching a glimpse of his smile that looked adorable to you. "I just... I wish I was here earlier to help you."

   "It's okay. I can take care of it from here," you assured, mirroring his smile coyly. "I think you should be checking the games. You're a maintenance guy, remember?"

"You bossing me around now?" he teased sarcastically as he pressed his shoulder against the doorway while folding his arms. "Can't believe the new girl on day one is telling me how to do my job."

   "Well. I was gonna say something else about how messy your hair was," you teased back.

   Michael scoffed as he raked through his hair with his fingers. "Okay, yeah. I think we should get back to work now."

   He makes way for you out the door, his gaze furtively following your figure moving past it made him hold his breath. The more your voice reverberated in his head, the more his heartbeat accelerated. It was something about the way your tone shifted coquettishly as if you were sweet talking him over the phone. The way your body inched ever so slightly closer as you playfully teased him.

Michael watches everything about you as if he was going to get quizzed on it. But there was something else lingering in his head that he couldn't wrap his finger on:

Were we flirting?

As the question remained unsolved, Michael started his day by performing the daily minor repairs on the game machines. He removed obstructions, repositioned mechanisms, and observed the machine operations to determine any malfunctions. So far, all game machines were fully functional and allowed for the point system to operate. Meanwhile you were counting the cash at the register, keeping track of merchandise inventory, and ensuring that all shelves and displays were maintained.

Thirty minutes before opening time, Michael spent it by playing the Super Shot game. With many thoughts running through his head, nothing could distract him from his winning streak and being skillful at basketball. As you were roaming about the arcade, you finally find him. You quietly watch from behind at how fluid his upper body movements were when he scores, completely stunned at his winning streak and his ability to never miss a shot.

"Wow. You're good at that," you complimented as you stood beside him.

Michael's body seized for a moment when he finally sees you, deeply flattered that you've been watching him play. "Uh— I'm just, you know. Testing the game, that's all. Does the prize corner look good?"

"Yeah. I think we're ready to go," you bantered.

The brunette man sighed down at himself, glancing at the Super Shot panel then furtively back at you. Suddenly, a random idea came across him when he picked up the Fazbear game card.

"Hey, uh... Before we go— 'cuz we only have twenty minutes— do you wanna see the secret technique for this game?"

Your eyebrows raise at him. "There's a secret technique? Like some kind of hack?"

"Mhm. It's the fastest way to get a lot of tickets," he asserted with a smirk, lowering his head and his voice to a whisper. "Don't tell anyone, though. I just know some cool hacks for a few games here since a lot of this shit is rigged. I can show you if you want."

You chortled at him. "Of course I wanna know! Show me, please."

"Alright, alright." Michael chuckled as he swiped the card. He spoke as he demonstrated the steps to you. "Basically with the Super Shot game, after you swipe your card, press 'continuous' mode. When you play, don't try to get as many points as you can. Just get up to 42 points and then don't score anymore. When it's done, it should be looking like this and now you have infinite tickets..."

Every shy glance of his just lands back on your eyes as if he'll never land at anything more enticing. He could speak all day, elaborate about some arcade hacks like a nerd and let his mouth run while his brain goes crazy over you.

I can't believe I was so tongue tied yesterday with her. Now look at me— all confident and talkative this morning. But yet, I'm still nervous...

"Man. If only I knew about this like way back then at this other arcade," you bantered. "Would've been very helpful winning this one prize I've always wanted."

"What was it?" Michael asks.

"It was a jumbo Hello Kitty bear plush. I think it was around thirteen thousand tickets? Can't remember, but I was very dedicated on winning it."

Hello Kitty bear plush... I'll keep that in mind.

Michael suddenly glanced down the row of arcade machines and noticed William. He was passing by to supervise the place and keep everything organized before opening. The man halted when he caught glimpse of the two of you together.

"Michael. Y/N. It's almost 10 AM," he called out. "Be where you need to be before a customer walks in."

"Yes, father. We'll be on our way." Michael shoved the game card in his back pocket and adjusted his uniform, sighing in dismay that he didn't get to spend more time talking with you.

   "So... you're not gonna be with me at the prize counter the whole time, right?" you asked as you walked beside him down the arcade machines.

  "Sadly not. My father put me in charge of a lot of things downstairs and upstairs. But don't worry— I think you can handle it without me," he reassured with a small smile.

   For some reason his reassurance and comfort enlightened you. Ever since your first time meeting Michael and spending more time together, you became very fond of him. You credit his ability to connect, communicate, and be understanding of each other's strengths and limitations. Hell, he's a very attractive employer as well. Maybe once or twice you've stared into his features when he's looking away. He almost looked oddly familiar to you, as if you met him somewhere else before, but couldn't quite put your finger on it...

   "Aw. I mean, yeah I'll be fine," you beamed. "Thanks for everything."

   Michael mirrored your smile, having another thought surface in his head. "Of course. And uh... if you want, during our break... do you want to play some games together?"

As if your smile just couldn't get anymore wider across your face it made your cheeks ache. "That would be nice! You're so sweet, Michael. Like, literally the sweetest manager ever."

He chuckled it off, staring down at the ground while trying to conceal his reddened face. This amount of boldness and confidence was never brought out of him before it was unbelievable. Trying to make a move on you, hinting his interest, and still putting more effort on trying to get to know you. It was a whole lot of progress compared to his resurfacing agitation and guilt yesterday. Even though his morning started off on a bad note, it gradually became better just like yesterday.

He had no idea how he did it. How he managed to be at ease and subsiding his nervousness. But as he tried to keep it up throughout the day, a new wave of guilt took over impulsively.

Michael couldn't keep staring at you while you were at work. Seeing you accompany the customers with their candies and prizes while leaning against the glass counter like that... your elbows pressing down, your arms relaxing on the surface, and your back arching slightly with your ass sticking out. As if you wanted him to see you like that from this distance; upstairs at the lounge area overlooking the pizzeria arcade.

   He thought about the webcam sex you had with him last night. How you fingered yourself on your knees with your ass in the air. How much of a slick mess the both of you were. Your pretty cunt glimmering with your pussy juice from the sunset lamp lighting. As if he was staring at some magical oasis, basking in your seduction, melting at the sounds you make, and set ablaze from how insane you make him...

   I was doing so good earlier. Now I'm fucking horny at work again.

Fantasies could only, unfortunately, remain as fantasies for Michael. When he's so fond of someone, specifically you, he'd hide away in his forbidden fantasies. Crushing over you that he's so curious about gives him a feeling of wanting to hide. Hide away in a safe place in his mind, imagining the infinite outcomes of fake scenarios.

   What if I tell her?

   What if I just tell her I'm Mike Shmidt?

   What if, the more we get closer and closer throughout the days, I finally get it out of my system?

As much as Michael yearns for an opportunity to admit his truth and couldn't keep hiding this shit anymore, he's a coward deep down. He wonders about your reaction. How you would be able to process this information without ruining your work relationship. And hopefully not lead more suspicion to William, who already saw the both of you conversing and giggling together instead of working. But first, he needs to test the waters.

   I wish I can be as bold as her and have no shame about what I do behind closed doors...

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[pedropascalsx]

Potent - Dieter Bravo x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sex Pollen, Swearing, P in V sex, Oral (Both m&f) receiving, voyeurism, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Dieter Bravo being Dieter Bravo.

Word Count: 5.2k Words.

A/N: This is my FIRST attempt at Sex Pollen. I tried. Also I tried to make Dieter as Dieter as possible but yeah. I really hope you like it. I wasn’t sure whether to post it but thought, whats the worst that could happen? Enoy!!

Unable to miss the steady stream of Taxis, Ubers and Lyfts passing your car as you’d pulled on to the street that housed your boss’s mega mansion you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You’d attempted to call him to inform him you were on your way over to discuss his schedule for the following week, but his phone was going straight to voicemail; and it wasn’t too difficult to guess why.

The gates were wide open and a few stragglers from the party he’d thrown the night before waited impatiently for their rides to turn up as you parked your shitty car next to his brand-new range rover; the one that you’re pretty sure he still hadn’t even gotten inside of yet, let alone driven.

You said a quiet good morning to the small group of party goers watching your every move, and they grunted the same back before you slipped in through the slightly ajar doors.

Empty cups, broken glasses, discarded liquor bottles and a plethora of drug paraphernalia littered every surface of his gorgeous home. The brand new, marble coffee table that he had spent an absolute fortune on was covered in a dusty white residue and you felt crestfallen at the sight – he had begged you to get it for him as it was one of a kind – and the non-stop bidding war for it took place over three days.

You climbed the stairs and made your way to the master bedroom; the door was pushed wide open, and two women were leaning over a sleeping Dieter Bravo and snapping pictures of him, completely nude and standing to attention as so to speak. Over their loud whispering and high-pitched giggles, they didn’t hear you enter. Slamming the door to give them a fright; their attention was immediately turned to you, “Ladies. You have a choice here; you can pass me your phones and I can delete the photos myself or I can contact Mr Bravos lawyers and have them meet us here and discuss the consequences or taking illicit photos of someone without consent. And I promise you the legal team this man has on his staff is a million times better than anyone you’d be able to find off of google. So, what’s it going to be? Do you want to get arrested this fine July morning?”

You watch closely as they look at each other and back over at a still sleeping Dieter and then back down to their phones, and after a few more glances back and forth they hand over their phones. You make sure to delete all evidence of the party – clearing the recently deleted folder and removing Instagram and snapchat stories just to be safe, “I’d highly recommend staying clear of any future parties thrown at this residence” you snide as they shuffle out of the room clutching their phones and making a beeline towards the door.

Bending down you pick up a large soft throw and drape it over Dieter, trying to avoid making eye contact with his admittedly impressive morning wood as you did so.

“Dieter” you say whilst gently shaking his shoulder, “Wake up” you shake his shoulder a little harder the next time, “Wake up, Dieter, come on” and he lightly groans underneath you, eyes still widely sealed shut, “DIETER WAKE UP” you yell.

“Fuck” he grumbles out from underneath you, “Where’s the urgency baby?”.

“Dieter, you almost ended up on TMZ with your cock being the whole bloody story” you choke out with a sigh.

“Say cock again” he says with a cheeky smile, opening his eyes for the first time since you got there.

“Dieter, it’s not funny. They were taking photos of you completely naked, if I got here just a few minutes later; they’d be all over Instagram and twitter by now.”

“Good thing you got here then” he says whilst scratching the patchy spots of his ragged beard, you watch him for a few moments, noticing the darker patches beneath his eyes and the way his hair is sticking up wildly. He is beautiful, undeniably so and your heart aches a little as you stare down at him. You’d started working for him a few weeks after his breakup with Anika – a beautiful young girl, who worked at the hotel he was quarantining in whilst filming an instalment of Cliff Beasts. He’d ended the relationship after catching her in bed with one of his co-stars from the next movie he signed on for. He didn’t really speak about the situation much, but it was clear that she had broken his heart and it sent him on a bit of a spiral and his drug use had gotten out of control.

A mutual friend had approached you about the job and you’d reluctantly agreed and now a year and a half later; his career is continuing to bloom but his personal life is in tatters. You worked endlessly to ensure that every scandal or comprising situation he had got himself into didn’t make it to the press, and it was exhausting.

You gave him a small smile before walking over to his walk-in closet and pulling out some sweatpants and his favourite green robe, “Get dressed and come down. I’ll start tidying up. Do NOT go back to sleep or so help me Dieter, I’ll… yeah, get dressed” you say with a stern look on your face as you hand him his clothing.

“I’m up, baby” he counters back.

“Yeah, so I’ve seen” you mutter as you exit his room.

“Did you like what you saw, sweet girl?” he shouts to you, and you laugh loudly at his lack of decorum.

How many people were in his house last night? You think to yourself as you bag up the seemingly endless amounts of trash and load up his dishwasher, feeling grateful that they’d had the sense to move on to plastic cups before using every piece of glass-wear in his cabinets.

You filled four trash-bags by the time he had made it downstairs. You watch him from the corner of you eye as he immediately goes to his refrigerator and gulps down a gallon of orange juice straight from the container, “I ordered breakfast” he announces between sips.

“It’s technically lunchtime” you inform him whilst placing a bunch of liquor bottles in the recycling box underneath his sink.

“Brunch then” he says with a smirk, “So how was your evening? As eventful as mine?”

You can’t help the way your lips twist in annoyance at his question, you’d spent the evening before curled up on your sofa eating leftover Chinese food and attempting to reason with a woman that Dieter had fucked a few weeks previously, trying to convince her not to sell the video of Dieter eating her pussy to a company that distributes celebrity sex tapes to every porn site known to man.

You’d managed to get her to agree, offering her $12,000 more than the company after the video. You immediately had his legal team go to her home and have her sign the NDA and a contract confirming that she wouldn’t distribute any copies herself and another to legally say that all copies had been deleted after they stood behind her and watched her do it. Not quite as exciting as spending the evening drinking with Dieter, his Hollywood buddies and a bunch of desperate wannabes trying to latch on him and his friends for a bit of fame.

“$47,000” you replied sharply, and he raised his eyebrow, “That’s the amount you had to pay Crystal so she wouldn’t sell the video. That’s how my evening was… Spent trying to convince her not to fuck up your career.”

“She came like 4 times… Hardly wo-“

“Dieter, it’s not a joke. The franchise you’ve just signed with would have dropped you in an instant if they caught wind of it. It’s a huge fucking movie deal. Fuck, even cliff beasts doesn’t even rival this shit.”

You watch as he winces at those two words, the memories of the shit that went down mixed with the heartbreak of Anika, making that whole movie a sore spot for him.

“I’m sorry” you say as you realise your mistake, “Just I know how bad you wanted this role. You told me it was the first book you read in English, and you’ve come so far, Diets. I don’t want anyone to fuck this up for you… including yourself.”

He clearly marvels at your words before the doorbell rings and then he bounces off towards the door to collect the food delivery he had ordered, whilst you continue to work through the mountains of mess.

“Do I not pay people to do that?” he says as he watches you scrub the counters with bleach, dropping the bags of food next to you.

“Clara isn’t working today, and she’s not employed to clear up after your parties. God knows, you’re not paying her enough to be doing this shit. You’re certainly not paying me enough.” He lets out one of his signature raspy laughs and you throw the rubber gloves you’d been adorning into his sink and wash your hands before pulling a breakfast burrito from the paper bag.

You eat in a comfortable silence, with the occasional giggle slipping from your mouth as he gets his food all down his front.

You never seem to notice the affect your laugh has on him, especially the giggling, the way he immediately smiles so largely that his dimple makes an appearance or the way his shoulders get a little tense as a warmth spreads through his whole body. You never ever notice.

“Why do you never come to my parties?” he asks and his lip twists as he awaits your answers.

“Working for you is a 24/7 job, Diets. Also, you never ask me to come. I don’t think you’ve ever once invited me to a party” you admit with a shrug as you eat the last few fries at the bottom of the bag.

“I don’t invite anyone… people just come. Sometimes, I don’t even know why they came. They bang the door and before I know it – there’s a party!” he says voice void of any emotion.

“You can say no, Dieter, send them away.”

“Yeah, but by the time they come… you’ve gone home and I’m alo-“and before he can finish, he’s cut off by the doorbell ringing for a second time and he’s out of the kitchen rushing to open it.

The voice that quietly rings through the hall and down into the kitchen, is a voice you know very well. Auggie. The delivery boy of Dieter’s dealer. They engage in general chit-chat and act as if though they’re not doing extremely illegal dealings in the middle of the day; at Dieter’s front door before he wishes him a good rest of the day and is skipping back into the kitchen; robe pockets filled with little baggies of white powder.

“Dieter” you say with a disappointing groan, knowing your words will go in one ear and out the other, so you elect to not say anything else.

He presses a quick kiss to your scalp before grabbing a bottle of water for you both from his refrigerator, “Come to my next party”.

“No” you reply bluntly whilst taking the bottle from him, “I see all the shit that goes down at them from the videos that I’m trying to contain… I don’t need to see you get sucked off in person” your voice is accidentally laced with an obvious pang of jealousy, and you gage the look on his face for a few seconds trying to work out whether he picked up on it.

“Mhmm. Well, we can have our own little party right here. Right now,” he suggests with a wink, “It’ll be fun, we can have a few drinks, take a dip in the jacuzzi-…”

“Multiple had sex in your jacuzzi last night and the pool boy is having to drain it. There is something clogging the filter” you interject with a slight poke to his chest, “Dieter, we need to talk about next week… It’s going to be busy. You’re expected in five cities over two days AND you’ve got a cover shoot, as well as all-”

“Baby” he says whilst pushing his finger to your lips in a shushing motion, “When was the last time you let your hair down?”

A long sigh escapes your lips, and you step back from him and run your hands across your face, “Dieter, this isn’t a joke AND no” you shout as he attempts to cut in, “don’t you dare interrupt me, Bravo. Sure, would it be nice to spend an evening away from my couch? Yes. But I can’t. Some of us need to be on the ball all the time, Dieter, I have to be on high alert all the time and it’s fine… I love it. I love y-… I love working for you. And yes, I’m fully aware that I have zero social life, I don’t remember the last time I had sex… Heck, I don’t remember the last time, I had time to pull on my vibrator and fuck myself and I can just feel everything slipping away from me… shit” you exclaim, replaying back the outburst that you had not expected to fly out of your mouth. Shit. You look over at him and he’s stood with a shocked expression etched across his handsome face, fuck, “I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from.”

He nods his head and gives you a small pitiful smile, before walking back to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of wine and a beer, “No party? Just two friends, sitting down and having a comfortable drink instead?” And he pulls a wine glass from the cupboard.

You nod and he points you towards his sofa, and you shake your head, “Living room is still filthy.”

“Bedroom it is” he announces as he pushes you towards the stairs and you climb them in front of him. His bedroom had become the place where you spent most of your time at his house, sat cross legged at the end of his bed whilst he nurses a hangover or just lays there too lazy to get up and go downstairs, so you don’t mind the suggestion.  You climb down on to your usual spot, and he snuggles back down to where he had been laying less than an hour earlier.

He pours you a large glass of wine and you draw small circles with your fingertips on his ankle that he dropped into your lap, “You’d have a good time, you know?”

A small hum leaves your mouth and smile up at him, “I’ve heard the stories about your legendary shindigs, Dieter, cleaned up the aftermath of many of them… I know I’d have fun.”

“But you won’t come?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Let’s get Croatia out of the way and the first movie filmed and we will discuss it then” you answer with a shrug.

“Holding you to that” he mumbles before fiddling around with his robe, pulling out a small bag of white powder and setting it up on a tray next to his bed, “One moment.”

This is something you’d witnessed multiple times before; it wasn’t the first and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time he had snorted cocaine in front of you. The very first time being the first day you had met. He makes a loud grunt as he snorts the powder and his face contorts for a few moments… “Jesus, that’s different” he utters aloud.

“Are you okay?” you reply instantaneously, and he replies with a smile and a wink… “What does it feel like?” you ask quietly.

“You’ve never done cocaine? Ever?” he asks sounding a little more shocked than you had expected, “It’s fucking dope.” He starts to wriggle, and his posture starts to change and the next few words that come flying out of your mouth manage to shock you both.

“Can I try?” you gulp loudly.

“I mean… if you’re sure… are you sure?” he asks still wriggling around uncontrollably.

“Yes, but just once” and you watch as he separates a tiny line of white powder on the tray just for you before tentatively passing it over to you.

“Just the small line, snort quickly. But only if you’re sure, baby” he says as he pulls the same throw from earlier across his lap.

You snort it quickly and he watches the entire time, keeping an eye on you, whilst attempting to relieve some of the pressure building up between his legs.

What the fuck is happening? He thinks to himself. Watching you snort a line of cocaine, whilst sat in the spot he loves you most. From your sudden need for corruption, and his cock suddenly getting hard in his pants he’s not sure what’s going on. He had taken care of his morning wood before joining you, and honestly, he fisted his cock with you in mind the entire time. But this was different. A slight high from the drug had started to rip through him but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable thirst. His whole body burning with desperate need as he watched you sit sweetly at the end of his bed. What the fuck is happening?

You’re not really sure what to expect, you grimaced at the sharp pain that flooded your nostril after snorting the powder but nothing else seemed to be happening. You look over at Dieter who’s running his hands back and through his hair as he watches you intently, never for a second taking his gaze off of you and then it happens.

A sharp pain shoots straight through you and to your core, an intense pressure building and the need for relief unbearable. You squirm uncontrollably as you press your thighs tightly together as your body begins to writhe around, “What the fuck, Dieter?” you gasp out as you fight the urge to pull up your dress and shove two fingers inside of yourself.

“Fuck” he grits out as he realises that you’re having the same reaction, “I don’t know what’s happening, baby. Need some fucking relief.” He chokes out as he begins to palm himself through his sweatpants.

You squeeze your legs together even tighter, desperate to feel a little friction on your clit and begin to rip the sundress and underwear your wearing clean off your body. Your hands instantly squeezing at your tender breasts, and pinching at your nipples, completely uncaring of the fact your boss is a few feet away from you watching your every move.

“Fuck, baby, fuck” he grunts as he rips the throw off of his legs and frees his cock from his sweatpants, pumping it furiously as he watches you writhe around at the bottom of his bed, “fuck I need to fuck you, sweet thing” he grits out as one of your hands finds its way to your clit and you start to choke out broken moans as you desperately rub circles in your bundle of nerves, providing just an ounce of the relief your body is screaming for.

“Tell me how good it feels?” Dieter demands and you head swings over in his distraction and you practically salivate at the sight of his stroking his cock relentlessly, “Tell me.”

“So good! Fuck, your cock is so fucking thick, Dieter… shit. What the fuck is that stuff?” you mumble as the desire raging through your veins grows stronger and stronger.

“It’s just fucking coke” he mutters, “I think… that’s what I fucking asked for… fuck they must have cut it with something new.”

You focus all of your attention on bringing forward the orgasm that you’re craving, needing, and finally it tears through you, you throw your head back and continuing to slowly play with your pussy as you pass through your orgasm.

“What the fuck, Dieter?” you ask, basking in the short afterglow for a few moments before a thought comes steamrolling into your mind, “Did you… did you fucking plan this?”

He’s still furiously pumping his cock, eyes flickering up and down the length of your body as he does so, unable to talk or stop himself until hot ropes of cum start to shoot out of the swollen tip of his cock.

He moans your name throughout his high, and you feel a slight burning begin to flood back to your core. Your pussy dripping with arousal and before you have time to register it happening the desperate need consumes your whole body and your desperately pawing at yourself.

“I didn’t plan this, I don’t fucking know what’s happening, baby” you hear him repeat over and over, and you watch as he resumes stroking himself with fury… the previous orgasm doing nothing to soften his rock hard dick.

You begin pumping two fingers in and out of your heat, trying to reach that spot up inside you that’ll satiate some of the need coursing throughout you. Your eyes glued to Dieter and his throbbing length, wanting so desperately to be split open by him, “Fuck me” you choke out, “Fuck me, Dieter, please… Fuck me” you beg over and over, as he grinds his teeth, trying to hold himself back from thrusting himself into you.

“Can’t… don’t want you to think -fuck-, I planned this… Can’t having you thinking I’d do that to you, baby” every word is met with a groan between it, and the sight of you aggressively fingering your dripping wet pussy comes to much and he cums a second time, his pleasure spurting across the bedsheets.

“Won’t fuck you,” he mutters, “But I’ll help you, baby… if you want” and you nod keenly as he moves himself closer to you.

“Fuck” he murmurs, looking down at your glistening pussy as he spreads your legs for him. He rips away your frantically moving hand and you sob out from the loss, but before you can argue or push it back he bends over and licks a wide strip through your pussy, before sucking on your clit and pushing two of his deliciously thick fingers inside of you, pumping in and out, searching for that spot inside of you until you gasp his name out in pleasure. You lose count of the amount of times he makes you cum with his mouth, sucking and licking through your folds as he keeps his fingers in your heat. His head resting on your thighs between orgasms, and immediately diving back in when you’re ready for him.

The sheets beneath you saturated and sopping wet with a combination of both of your come, his hand free aggressively pumping his shaft to provide him some relief from the unrelenting burning inside of you both.

You had both began to notice the longer periods of relief after every orgasm, but the fire wasn’t ready to flame out yet and you needed him inside of you. Desperately. And honestly, you’d needed him for a lot longer than today… “Dieter,” you whisper, “I know you didn’t plan this, baby, I know. I’m sorry for assuming the worst in you” you moan aloud as his tongue starts to flick over your clit again, “baby, please, please fuck me. I need you inside of me… really fucking want you, really, really need you.”

He reluctantly pulls his face away from your pussy, but not before sucking your clit a few more times and moving up your body. His knees placed either side of your hips, he looks down at you, your chest heaving up and down and face as sweet as he’d ever seen it, murmuring his name as he took you in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby” he says with the most sincerity you think you’ve ever heard him speak with, “Have not been able to stop thinking of this gorgeous face since I first saw you.”

And then his hand gently cups the side of your face and he’s pulling you in for a kiss. And it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. It’s soft but giving and the way his tongue dances against yours makes you moan into his mouth. Every stroke of his tongue, every gentle nibble on your lips is like paradise, the scruff of his beard scratching the soft skin of your face makes you mewl. You kiss for as long as you can, until the unrelenting need starts to hurt, and then he situates himself and sheathes inside of you in a single thrust.

You’re still dripping with arousal and the countless orgasms had made you slick enough for him to easily push inside of you. The stretch of him makes you wince, and he immediately stills, ignoring his need for relief and studying your face with an intensity, “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, good, really good. You’re just fucking big, Dieter” you gasp out place a hand of his ass and give it a slight slap in encouragement, “I need you to move.”

“Fuck, okay, baby” he mutters, and he starts gently rocking his hips, barely pulling out of you until and you start to plead and beg for him to go faster, and the look on his face tells you there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

The pace and precision this man fucks with is outstanding, every movement is perfectly calculated, and he grinds into that spot inside of you without missing every time, “How’s it feel baby?”

“So, fucking good, Dieter, so fucking good.”

“Rub your clit for me” he orders, and you mewl at his sharp raspy drawl; your hand snaking between your bodies to obey his demand.

The filthy noises he makes as he pounds in and out of you, between praising your body and talking about how sweet and perfect your cunt is, goes straight to your core, and the adding element of your fingers rubbing your clit so perfectly makes your orgasm tear through you. Your walls gripping onto his length as you clench around him like a vice makes him wince, the tightness of your cunt milking him of his cum at dragging his climax free and the same time you reach your own. The feeling of his seed painting your walls provides you with the most relief you’d felt from any orgasm.

He drops down on top of you, making sure his arms take the brunt of his weight and he nuzzles his face into your neck before licking up to your mouth and pulling you in for another kiss.

Breaking free of the kiss you both agree he needs to contact his dealer and find out exactly what was still coursing through both of your bloodstreams. He rolls off of you and you groan at the loss of his hard cock inside of you. He reaches over to the nightstand to grab his phone and dials his dealers’ number, and you listen to the conversation… The delivery driver had two drop offs – first to Dieter and then another. The drugs had somehow gotten mixed up and instead of the usual cocaine delivery, Dieter had received a drug intended for a sex party, the powder being made of a potent chemical that enhances your sex drives tenfold. Side effects including intense pain and severe loss of inhibitions. The drug in small quantities can last for 6-12 hours but consumed in larger can last for days.

You’re not entirely sure of how long it had been since you had taken the drugs, but you were sure you both had at least a few more hours before it was out of your systems.

By the time the call had ended, your mouth had wrapped around Dieter’s cock, and you were hollowing your cheeks as you attempted to take as much of him in your mouth as you possibly could. He didn’t even say goodbye when hanging up the phone, just ending the call so he could let out the strangled moan he had been keeping lodged at the back of his throat.

“Fuck, baby” he grunts as he started to fuck himself up into your mouth, rocking his hips from underneath you and groaning in approval every time you gagged around him. The burning desire was making you squirm and squeeze your thighs together, but you were determined to make him fill the back of your throat before you seek out your own pleasure. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long, and he’s shaft in pumping the back of your throat and coating your tongue in his salty goodness. You swallow as much of him as you can, but you feel his come and a mixture of your saliva drip down your chin with every thrust.

You release him with a loud pop, and lick lazily across his swollen tip a few times before straddling him and slowly lowering yourself down onto him, wincing once again at the stretch.

“Fuck” you mumble as you rock slowly back and forth, “Can’t tell you the amount of times I thought about you like this… Rubbing my clit to the thought of your beard scraping against my thighs.”

“Yeah? You think about me when playing with that pretty little pussy, baby?” he asks and you take in the sex drunk expression on his face, he looks utterly wrecked and you feel a pang of pride at doing this to the Dieter Bravo.

“Every single time I make myself cum.”

You increase the pace in which your grinding into him and he grips your hips and encourages you to bounce up and down, fucking up into you as you do, “Look at my good girl” he grits out between his teeth, “MY good girl… No one else gets to fucking touch her again.”

The unexpected and sudden possessiveness he begins to display makes your pussy clench around him, hearing him refer to you as his girl driving you insane.

“Nobody but you” you purr back at him and his eyes flash with a new kind of hunger, a softer but more powerful kind than the one that had pulled you together.

“You’re coming to the next party, and everyone after that” he tells you, hand cupping your face and making you look into his eyes as you continue bouncing up and down on his cock, “I need to show my beautiful girl off to everyone.”

“Yeah?” you ask softly, “You could just be saying this because we’re under the influence of a sex drug, baby?”

“Nope. I meant it when I said you’re all I think about… Just never imagined someone like you could want someone like me” he says with a slightly sad smile, “I guess you could say I’ve been under the influence of something stronger than any drug… since the day I met you… I’ve been under the influence of love.”

“Dieter FUCKING Bravo, did you just quote that shitty cash grab romcom you were in, to me?”

“…Yes.”

You roll your eyes and pull him in for another kiss. Unsure of how many more times you fucked that day until the drug had eventually left your system, having to pull him in to a spare room to sleep on a bed that wasn’t completely drenched in you both.

[voidscarredadjudicator]

Anyways it's 3 am and I have work tomorrow. Clearly this is the perfect time to ramble about one of my favorite bands.

You've heard of fanfiction. You've heard of podfics. But have you ever heard of just straight up making two whole ass fucking albums of genuinely good rock opera ballads that stand on their own two feet as quality music that's all just very thinly veiled Mega Man grimdark AU fanfiction?

You have now.

These guys are The Protomen. You might've heard of them. You might've not. The point though is that they're rad as hell, and a genuine inspiration. I'm not sure about anyone's individual backstories, but they've been together as a group since at least 2005, and from then 'til this very day they've been working on this Mega Man AU of theirs in the form of song, with two major acts/albums out and a third one that's been in the works for years (with a single having dropped sometime last year).

"Gee Void," I hear you think, "This sounds incredibly cheesy! Also what's the status of Act II of Humanity's Endling?"

Yeah, and? Still kicks ass. Also see previous ask response.

Anyways, these guys go above and beyond a simple fan project. They've done tours, collabs, and even made a music video that's more akin to a short film - which is where my profile picture comes from, actually.

The best part about all of this though is that you honestly don't even need to be a fan of Mega Man whatsoever to be a fan of The Protomen, since so much has been changed around that it's entirely it's own continuity. I can personally attest to this, as I've been listening to these guys since at least 2015 and I've only just played my first Mega Man game earlier this year. The best way I could describe it is if somebody made a film adaptation of the Mega Man games in the 80's that doesn't quite get the story 1:1, except they actually tried to make the new story good in it's own right.

Act I, just called 'The Protomen', has a lot more of a grungy garage band sound, while Act II: The Father Of Death does this really cool thing where the first half of the album is western and it slowly transitions to 80's rock as the album goes on to signify the passing of time & advancement of technology in the story. Act II is a prequel, so you can listen to either album first.

You can probably guess where I got the inspiration to name the parts of Humanity's Endling 'acts' from. Well, this and a different band that also does the same thing with their music, but that's a different ramble post for another day.

Regardless, I won't spoil the story, so if you're gonna listen, I'd also recommend having the lyrics pulled up on the side as there's some extra lyric notes to read for some songs that give further story/context to the songs that are playing beyond just what the words are saying.

This isn't music I'd recommend just playing in the background while you're doing something else - set aside some time, about an hour and a half, to just listen and take it in. Treat it like you would a fanfiction. Of course, music tastes are subjective, so if it's not your thing, I understand.

But if you're still not convinced, here's a link to what is unequivocally their best song:

It's just over four minutes; give it a listen if you've got the time.

That's it from me. I should get to bed. This post took an hour to make. My sleep schedule is still in shambles.

Good thing I'm a closer! 🙃

[fereldanwench]

husbando still has to work today, so I've enlisted the help of my SIL to do another round of moving this morning/early afternoon, and then tomorrow, she and my brother will also come over for a few hours to help with getting most of our smaller stuff out of the old place

(then we'll probably order some lunch and fuck around bc the four of us are just ridiculous together tbh lmao <3 brother and husbando esp bc they just start riffing off each other and then we're just all on the floor in tears laughing so hard)

we're moving from a first-floor unit to a higher floor in the new place (which I'm actually stoked about, i much prefer being higher up), so we decided to hire movers for heavy furniture/appliances because fuck that noise. we did a 3rd-floor apartment move once NEVER AGAIN

i'm already so sore after just a few runs from yesterday though lmao my legs are gonna be so stiff after this weekend

anyway movers will be here early monday morning. we wanted to do it earlier, but they were all booked sat & sun so that is drawing it out a little bit. we're not gonna bring the cats over until we can sleep there (athena gets separation anxiety & i dont want her stressed in a new place without us around) so we'll bring them over Monday afternoon

but before that, on sunday we'll have sit around for two hours for internet to get setup at our new place, and idk what the fuck xfinity is doing. they make canceling their shit so goddamn difficult. it's not even like there's a chance they can retain us as customers, we literally can't use them in the new place

we've got until close to the end of the month at our old place to clean up, but i scheduled our utility shut-offs a little earlier, so next weekend will be the mega cleanup weekend

and then it'll just be the fun stuff! we're getting a lot of new furniture, and I'm so excited to have a living room again. our current one really morphed into husbando's office/man cave over the pandemic bc there was nowhere else for him to set up a WFH office, and i miss just having a couch to flop on with the kitties

i'm still not 100% sure what i'm gonna do with my new office space--i have one wall figured out, but the room is a little smaller than what i currently have, and i am losing some wall space so i'll have to figure out how to make 3 desks (one for art, one for gaming, and one for work) fit nicely in there. but it's a puzzle I'm excited to solve :D

and we have a good-sized balcony space i can't wait to furnish! that was one thing that was always lacking in our current space. plenty of space to expand my little urban garden and get some cozy seating out there

anyway, SIL will be here in just a few so no more rambling. I'm just a big ball of energy right now IM SO READY

[catastrothy]

for some reason my sleep schedule has been mega fucked and i have been sleeping basically nonstop the last couple of days