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[nthflower]

Part 2. Also I am normal again.

Hope is stealing Jean's looks. Eva is nice. Goldballs is great. Elixir is fire I love it. Proteus is nice. Yeah they are good.

Kitty are you going for emo vampire vibes? I like it tho.

We already knew this. And I think it's amazing. Simple and not so unique but fits great.

Charles detected costume invalid. Okay it's not ugly and nice I guess.

This looks better here than cover. I like this I think. Also they can do something better with hair :(

I love this it's very bobby

Helmet is ugly. And it's very normal. I like it but nothing special.

Art makes her look so good. But costume is not so clear here. I like shoulder fire.

Mask is so random in there. And belt too. Shoes are nice. Shoulder sleeve things too. Idk

Oh they are doing a couples things. Shoes are nice and I like this but belt is ugly.

[deadghosy]

Hi! I hope you're doing great!

So I saw the headcannons of reader as Catnap and Dogday and I fell in love with the way you write! So I was wondering if you could do a headcannon about the reader being bendy from bendy and the ink machine?

Like the reader can draw and bring ink creatures to help around the hotel, maybe draw some decorations for the hotel? Sometimes going full on ink demon form to protect it or just pick up their friends on their back to make them feel taller

And the reader was actually an animator at joey drew studios and died, I think that would be pretty cool!

P.s I would love if the reader was wearing the same suit bendy wore in bendy and the dark revival

HAZBIN HOTEL X BENDY!READER

Prompt: a cute “little” demon becomes a resident who helps with the designs around the hotel!

Starting off. You definitely appeared as baby bendy 😘 with ya cute ass red bow or white bow. What ever you want the bow color as you showed up to the door trying to seem professional as Charlie gushes at your cuteness and lets you in.

The picture of baby bendy in the car, yeah you have that as you literally fuckin' zoom in the hallways drinking apple juice like a bad ass kid….bendy!Reader and chibi!Reader both doing races to make sinners poor😭 lil evil asses….

I imagine Angel dust and Alastor ganging up on you as a team to insult you by your height until you grow up to ink demon from with a roar.

“HOLY SHIT-” “Oh my.” They both said as you they were blew off by the power of your roar. So you felt happy seeing them shocked to see that part of you as Charlie didn’t see it and had commented how adorable you are with your suit.

Shit you are a devil in an angel’s suit‼️

You still wore the suit you had in when you met Audrey…man you miss her. But you are getting taken care of by Charlie and her friends here. Plus her father.

You help design the banners around the place! And even your small ink minions help as well.

I can imagine bendy! Reader being like “fuck it.” Because they can’t reach for the cereal and turn into normal height looking bendy and just starts to act as if it’s normal. While in the background, the crew has pure confusion on their face. Like, “what the fuck? You can be taller?”

“Yeah! Pretty neat right?” “..Im out of here…” husk says walking away as niffty goes up to you excited to talk to you about your height.

You ran over alastor’s foot once….you never speeded over 120 mph in your whole life seeing Alastor chase after you.

I imagine you going to normal height as you are just chilling with your small or long tail swinging and husk gets curious as he picks it up with his paw. “So…this ya tail right here?” You nodded reading the new paper. “So you’re a sinner demon?” “I ain’t nothin'” you said with a smirk as you disappeared in ink.

No one knows what exactly what you are. You don’t have the basic looks to look like a sinner or a hell born. So it’s kinda confusing to other.

You’re obviously a human who died to the ink as you use to animate bendy…so you’re bendy?? Does that make since because whatever you died by is your demon form….hopefully that made sense..

You once went full ink demon mode because a sinner tried to attack at you and husk while just running errands for the hotel. You transformed getting taller with the ink covering your face as you growl and slashes at them with a giant gloved hand covered in ink. And after that husk respected you more.

“Bendy/reader, can you help me make a cute star design?” Vaggie asked as Charlie was trying to make a star gazing banner. You nodded with your cartoony smile and pulls out a marker and started to draw on the air. The star in the air becomes to life as vaggie’s eyes widen.

“Uhm…oh wow. Thanks?” Vaggie says as she walks away with question marks visible while you just smile.

Y’know those dubbed comics where bendy has an accent? I feel like that’s cannon because you and Angel would be babbling about which part of city you guys were from.

I can see sir Pentious and you doing crafts as you made him an ink cartoon flower as he made you a bracelet bead with your name on it.

Lucifer will definitely play violin as you tap dance. Just a wholesome ass moment fr 💗🦆

You one time had fat nuggets in your doom buggy as you guys had shades just chilling around the hotel like bad asses✨

You miss your original family when you were alive and working. But everytime you open your eyes, you are greeted by the sweet comfort of your new family in the hazbin hotel.

You one time made an ink sculpture of your family and you tried to hold your smile but it faltered as you cry at how you missed your family as the ink sculpture melted due to your emotions.

Alastor appeared in your room seeing you sad little state as he comforted you. He had taken a liking to you ever since you joined the crew.

I can see you being childish because of your shortness so you use it to your advantage. YOU AND ALASTOR MAKE YOUR INK DEMONS FIGHT LIKE POKÉMON 😭😭

lol imagine bendy!reader making a whole like of fake ass tarrot cards to fuck with people as you have that smirk on your face.

“You’re gonna get run over toots…watch your back..” “what. The. Fuck-”

They got ran over by a mysterious person and a car….who knew who it was…it was you, you little bastard.

When the hotel has a talent and show day or night, you remembered how you animated bendy to do ballet and tap dancing. So with your information, that’s what you did. Yeah some sinners laughed..but some aplaude as they found it cute and so did your friends

You making ink blob bracelets for your friends as you can make them solid is a goal for real.

Headcannon on how you would try to make ink sculptures, but failing as you huff in anger and smash it with a full ink demon hand as the rest of your body is fine.

Headcannon of you just accidentally leaving ink footprints as you took off your shoes once 😭 niffty doesn’t complain as she likes to clean tho

I can see Lucifer picking your small body up happy for you to be so small as he has started in his eyes. And you are like annoyed at how the cast picks you up like a baby.

LMAO THAT WALMART MEME STOPPP😭😭 LUCIFER PUTS YOU UP TO THE DAMN WALMART CAMERA HAVING ALASTOR ALSO PICK LUCI UP 😭😭

I imagine you and Alastor having either a “bad ass son x calm father” troupe or a “non-biological sibling” troupe as you two get quite along

Your little ass doom buggy is such a weapon when needing to take a troubled guest in the hotel….YOU RAN THEM OVER?! 😨 ALL PEOPLE SEE IS A SMALL ASS INK DEMON HAVING A GUEST SCREAMING AS THEY GET RUNNED OVER TO THE DOOR-

So when the angels came for the battle, you were sure damn ready as you suffocated them in ink and control them into killing their own.

After seeing your full demon form, you definitely had been seen in a different light. They don’t see you as the cute baby bendy they seen you before.

Nah nah. They see you as a grown ass person as you are not in the baby bendy phase but more like the fanart type shit looks. With your charm, you definitely bring in some customers. 

HOPED YOU GUYS LIKED THIS AS THIS IS ALL I COULD COME UP WITH 🦆💗 MWAH

[zepskies]

Hello hun! 😊

Okay, since I'm still on hold up here 🙈, I thought I send you a question.

How do you find a plot for your storys? What get's your inspiration going or what does spark you to make it a WIP?

So interested to hear how it works for you. 😁

Hey there, lovely!! 💜

Aww still waiting on Tracker to come out for you, huh? Almost there, right? 😅

But thank you for this question! The lovely @luci-in-trenchcoats asked me a similar one not too long ago in this ask, so my answer will be similar on some things.

⚡ Getting inspiration for stories:

Initially, my imagination always gets sparked by the "What If" question. Here are a few examples:

"What if Soldier Boy could be redeemed?" (Break Me Down - Soldier Boy x Reader)

"What if Dean Winchester had a Latina girlfriend?" (Midnight Espresso - Dean x Plus-sized Latina!Reader)

"What if Dean was a firefighter?" (Smoke Eater - Firefighter!Dean x Reader)

"What if Dean met his soulmate in season 1?" (Never Say Goodbye - Dean x Soulmate!Reader)

"What if Russell Shaw set his sights on his sister's best friend?" (Every Second Counts - Russell Shaw x Reader)

"What if you had a messy past you were running from, just like the new sheriff in town?" (Take Me Home - Beau Arlen x Reader)

You get the idea. 😂

✍🏽 Developing the plot:

After that, where I draw ideas for the plot depends on the kind of story I'm writing. And for that, I'm a big advocate of:

"Write what you know."

"Write what you can research."

"Write what you're interested in."

"Write what you've never tried to do before (but may secretly want to)."

Again, a couple of examples...

Break Me Down:

With BMD, I already had a loose concept in Checkerboard, with the reader working surveillance at Supe Affairs. It would paint her and Soldier Boy (Ben) as enemies from the start. "Enemies to lovers" was a trope I had never written before, but I thought it was a fun challenge, besides the obvious one of attempting to "redeem" Soldier Boy lol.

In general, I'm a sucker for the gruff, devil-may-care, rough exterior guy who only becomes soft for his girl. 😂

More practically though, I drew from the source material a bit for the Black Noir twist (the comics), and also from my love of Smallville for some of the superhero plot aspects. I also knew that if the reader was going to eventually give Ben a chance and see the humanity underneath, she would need time to do it. So what better way than with an accidental kidnapping? 😅

And somehow it became this quasi- Beauty & the Beast storyline that developed into Ben and the reader saving one another, in more ways than one. 💚

Smoke Eater:

With this story, I had several influences that helped me develop the plot. I have a deep and abiding love for cop and medical procedurals like Law & Order, House MD, and Chicago PD, but also for Chicago Fire in particular. (Also my uncle was a firefighter.) That helped me create Firehouse 25 and decide which canon characters I wanted to pull into the narrative.

It was my first ever full AU as well, so I drew a lot from the SPN canon S1-2 storyline to create the overarching murder mystery/the string of arsons. I was also very much impacted from stories my friends had told me of their experiences with sexual harassment, which is unfortunately where the Nick storyline came in.

And I actually drew a lot from my own experience with grief and loss in that story. Specifically in the challenges the reader faces with her family (with Dean's help). I wasn't conscious of it at the time, but after I wrote the initial drafts and started editing each chapter, I realized just where I was drawing from for that storyline. 💙

All that to say, that's a snapshot into my process from ideation to plotting! It's not always easy when you hit those difficult beats in a story, whether it's grief and loss, trauma and PSTD, or just the difficulties of making complex plot lines connect.

But overall, I do my best to have fun. If I'm not having fun, then why am I writing? 😘

Anyway. 😂 Thank you so much for this question, my friend! @jessjad I'm pretty sure this is way more than you wanted to hear, but I so appreciate you for asking about my writing process! 💗

[drawingwiffmoochi]

Hi hi it’s me again and I made this Wan Ji on my new phone! >:D

In all seriousness I’ve been meaning to draw Wan Ji for the longest time.

I’ve been following @journeytomonkiekid ‘s Eclipse Apprentice comic for over a year now and I love it so much.

she’s also become a big inspiration for me and it makes me want to make a comic too! (Which caused a fixation last year and WHEW BOY) I have other drawings and more on the way for this awesome artist and I HIGHLY SUGGEST checking out their comic!

the character I drew here is Wan Ji and ngl- I relate to her on a spiritual level- both in the gremlin-esc nature and complicated family life.

I loved the food I was given in Chapter 3 with the Macaque and Wan Ji content soooo-

that’s just more for me to draw!

This Wan Ji in her Chapter 3 outfit was my first drawing on my IPhones pocket Procreate and ngl- it’s so weird using a cheap stylus rather than the apple pen.

but be that as it may- Miss WishfulVixen you are a huge inspiration for me and I adore you and your works. And I am more than excited to see what becomes of Macaque and Wan Ji in the upcoming chapters of your comic. also remember to take care of yourself and get well soon since I saw that you weren’t feeling the best!🌸🌸💕

Til next time my little mochis!😘

[chio-chan2artbox]

Hiiiii I just wanted to say that you don't have to rush yourself into making the comic, we are all patient here!so don't worry, besides starting a new job is not something easy so take your time and adjust and then you can continue with what you love!, it's important that you don't burn yourself out. 🩷🧸

Love your perrydoof comics soon much it's like the cutest thing ever and it make me rewatch Phineas and Ferb and it's just soooo nostalgic!🩷😭

I question that I have, is it okay if we make fanfic/drawing/etc with your perry au? Just wanted to make sure before doing anything.

Anyways! Take care ! Your own health and self come first 🥇 always remember that 💖💕

Take care 💅😘

This means the world to me 😭❤️❤️❤️

I WOULD LOVE TO SEE ART/FIC OR WHATEVER OTHER CONTENT INSPIRED ON MY ART!!! please do!! 🩵💜

Thank you and you too take care 😇

[shatterthefragments]

10, 16, 53, 95 for the 101 asks!

Alright here we go!!! *cracks knuckles*

Thank you for sending these!!! 🥰💖

Apparently I had a LOT to say and am feeling chatty and lovely so:

10. What’s your boring hobby (that you still enjoy anyway)?

One thing about me is I Will Enjoy It Anyway. Even if it’s “cringe” (cringe is dead let us live) or I have to do it alone (which I PREFER a lot too)

…well. One could argue that most of my hobbies are boring, truly? (Or at least Certain People in my life do anyway :P) (I suppose I’ve picked up some more interesting hobbies in more recent years though ahaha)

A lot of art I do (or at least do in theory) is slow and tedious. Printmaking, painting, drawing, calligraphy, bookbinding, cross stitch bookmarks (I have never used a pattern and idk if I ever will I just like doing bookmark designs but it’s been A While), sort of learning to sew?, I intend to start quilting and maybe making paper and a few other things. I used to do origami. And I can still fold a crane from memory as well!?! I discovered a month or so ago when I thought I’d try making one while in a meeting bored!

Does Floor Time count as a hobby? Idk. But I need some Floor Time sometimes. Like. There was a post at one point where it’s like Angry at Everything? Treat Yourself Like A Toddler! Have some food and water and have some tummy time and maybe you’ll feel better? And I try to incorporate that into my life. So I have a yoga mat (that *should* be used for stretching at least) that I sometimes lay on. Sometimes it even helps. Or at least helps me feel a bit more grounded when I’m floating away.

Ah. I recently picked up Candles? And I enjoy candlelit showers very much :)

Reading? (Though I haven’t read any new unread books in a long time… atm I mostly just reread Martin Wilson’s What They Always Tell Us when the Desperation truly takes hold to give me a little hope :))

I… don’t think cooking is a boring hobby.

Boring is such a subjective opinion anyway 😁

Laying in bed snuggling my stuffies! As I am doing rn as I try to format this from where I pasted it in from my notes!

16. Romantically, do you prefer men, women, both, any/don’t care, or are you aromantic?

~ everyone ~

I mean. Sometimes I prefer men or women over the other or like a certain area of the spectrum? Anybody (especially those of a similar gender fuckery/nonbinary/etc to me or varying wildly from me…) is pretty much always like 10000/10 for me though like? Being able to be who you are 😘 idk how to phrase it right now I need to get ready for bed like sometimes I just. Fixate on certain genders more than others??. But like:

Generally though just. Anyone/don’t care 🥰💖😘

There are some other tangled thoughts I have about how previously I thought I could love anyone and everyone (I still have a crush on at least one of a trio of siblings I used to work with (I used to have a crush on all of them) tbh but it’s been years since I’ve seen any of them in person) (and let’s not talk about proximity crushes and how they always die for me) however nowadays I… well. One. I know now that I do in fact have a few standards/requirements. And like there’s a phenomenon where the closer I am to you and the more I love you the more I do not want to fall in love with you? Like I had a crush on several of my friends and also a sailor friend and like a couple coworkers I guess bc of the proximity? And previously I thought “I could love you. I would do everything I could to be perfect for you if you wanted me”? but now it’s like. Yeah no I don’t think we’d be good together and I don’t want to date you and I love you so much but I am not in love with you. Or maybe it’s just growing up? Or maybe something is just wrong with me and it manifests this way where I don’t want them to discover that I’m misaligned? ANYWAYS. not going there…

And I definitely do NOT consider myself aromantic. I do remember a comic from a while back about an aromantic person who was so in love with the idea of love and how it would always be out of reach for them that really resonated with me. But I don’t want to derail it. (In my own personal case maybe the answer is just to date someone for the first time)

Maybe the 25 years single are just. Making the Yearning pretty strong. Idk. (I’m made of “I Love You” I love you I’m not sure if I’ll ever be In Love but I love you!!)

53. What’s the most annoying thing that happens to you on a regular basis?

…can I say customers? Customers.

Or just like. Being out of something that should’ve been refilled when it was emptied out I guess. Lots of little work annoyances.

Outside of work: when I’m wanting alone time to decompress bc I’ve had to be On all day and people at home want to Interact but I’m just Not Having It.

Ah also gagging. On like. Everything. Scent? Texture? Moved wrong? Tried to do something while or after eating/drinking? Gag. Annoying as shit. (I took off traffic from here bc even though I hate it I have Bluetooth now and WILL sing along and enjoy the car speakers :))

95. Can you remember the last time you made a deep personal connection with someone?

Hmmmm how deep are we talking? I love my friends deeply? 😘💖🥰

I met a very close friend here after we started talking because I commented on her stories all the time 💖

And probably one of my beloved friends that I met when we were both part of the college’s student society (of which I still currently sit on the board of) is my closest irl friend?

And then there’s like. Is it reciprocal? I know she loves me back. And it’s one of my more reciprocal relationships though it’s more equitable than anything in my own opinion when it’s mentioned that maybe it’s not fair but uh. Actually. Im going to stop there. I love her so much and she loves me so much!

(Unspoken things don’t exist and I can’t let my mind make up falsities that are only there to hurt me this isn’t super connected though)

And I met another artist close ish to my age on my first sail training trip and we’re friends now and they’re awesome and I think we bonded. But even though I know they struggle to respond which is fine. It’s sometimes just. A bit difficult when they don’t respond for months and months at a time even though he’s local and I feel like literally being pen pals where I drop off letters would be more interactions than we currently do (which isn’t to say it’s not possible I have another one of my best friends local and we don’t really talk all that often most of the time but I love her very much!) and I also understand that my nearly frenetic energy when I’m riding the high of something is a bit high key for this friend sometimes bc he needs space to be able to think and be allowed to just simply exist. It’s just also easier to create that space when I see someone more regularly than when I feel like I have to do a Once A Year Catch Up type thing. Was hoping to foster that while we were on the same campus this semester but. Whatever. We’re friends and one day they’ll respond again and that’s enough :)

I always am. Uncertain if my perception of a relationship where I think we have a deep bond is actually true or not. But what’s that thing? “Subtext doesn’t exist just tell me straight out for my own sanity” or something. Bc that.

So: answer: yes! My friends!! Both irl and online ILU!!!

101. What’s been going through your mind lately?

Lyrics. Both my own and other peoples’. “Oh god I need to work on this the deadline is soon”. “I wish I had time for”… “am I doomed to get sick or can I still avoid it?” Need to sleep. SO MANY PROJECTS I WANT TO START!!!!! Ah yes I AM FARMER WHISPER LET ME PLAY~ is this my Emily playthrough? It might be bc I made my farmer with blue hair (I might dye my hair blue next too!). Go the fuck to bed. I want to- I need to- don’t- just go for it- and to quote my header (bc it’s. so fucking true): ready? No? GO. (Just go for it!)

…maybe I need to stop looping songs I sing along to bc it is kinda starting to be A Lot to be singing along so much when my vocals can’t take it. Currently fine though bc it stopped playing when i accidentally closed it. (Perhaps having Blood Sport repeating for two days straight so far isn’t the best idea to begin with though… Abelha here we come?!)

Hopefully goodnight!!! I need. To sleep.. soon.. I hope I can brush my teeth soon…

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Oh friend... I love your unhinged reblogs so fucking much. 😂

The day did finally come and it was glorious.

I will never not enjoy making Dieter be a sassy petty bitch. I love that side of him. 😏

Dieter's timing is...comically perfect. He nearly drove that poor girl crazy. Putting the breaks on Kat's fun time may very well be what caused her to finally break. She couldn't take it anymore. 😆

Oh, he 100% has crystals somewhere. The man is all about that natural stuff.

More after the jump....

He absolutely would still try to take care of her because he loves her. He's accepted that and is just going with it. He's like a little puppy. She can't get rid of him now. 🤭

She really is invested because she knows how hard the struggle is and sees that he is putting in the work. It also sort of deepens that bond that they have. They just want to take care of each other, honestly.

Nope, I would be brain dead if Dieter was playing with my hair like that. 🫠

By this point in the week... Dieter is 100% "all in, balls out". The man knows how to work what he's got, especially now that he's picked up on her "feelings". He's feeling much more confident about things and going for it.

Bahaha! When are we not listening to any of those songs here lately? I'm still blaming you...

Kat was literally in denial up until the very last second. Girl was fighting it hard!

That traitorous lady bits line got me too...I couldn't help myself. 🤣

Dieter has no idea what sort of effect saying that shit has on a girl...even though he is sort of being a girl himself in the moment. But seriously, sign me the fuck up for that. I'm in!

Alec was a disappointing douche bag. Kat is about to learn some things and have some new (and stimulating) experiences. 😉

Poor Dieter...I don't like sad Dieter. He still has some things to work on.

Ok, the "parboiled balls" comment nearly took me out, friend! We were all thinking it though. 🤣

Dieter is definitely one of those people who dives into the meaning of lyrics and uses music to express his thoughts and feelings. We will see some more of that in future chapters. I think he also kind of figures out that it's a weakness for Kat too. 😉

You are so on point about his need to care for Kat. The man did have a rough past and is just trying to find his way. He wants to give her all the things he never had, because in a way...he knows she hasn't been getting it either.

Kat is 100% going to be down to explore things and we all know Dieter is down for that too. It just speaks to how much trust they have for each other.

You are correct, he didn't have the best relationship with his parents and it all stems from that. More to come on that topic as we progress through the storyline.

As always, thanks for screaming with me bestie! I always love it!

And thanks for the reblog love and support! 💜😘

Closed Position: Week 5 (Rumba Part 3)

Closed Position Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist Dieter Bravo x OFC (Katarina)

Series Summary: Dieter Bravo, now sober, was looking to change his bad boy image after hitting rock bottom. His team hoped that having him join the nationally televised family friendly dance competition, Dancing with the Stars, would be a good first step, if they can keep him out of trouble. 

Katarina Stamos expected her last season as a professional dancer on the show to go the same as it had for the past thirteen seasons. That all changed when she was partnered with the infamous Dieter Bravo. 

Dieter and Katarina are reluctantly thrown into their partnership and must learn to work together to succeed in the competition. In the process they form a deeper connection beyond the dance floor that neither anticipated.

Chapter Word Count: 13.5k

👉 Warnings: Themes dealing with intimate partner violence (not by or toward Dieter), past alcohol abuse, and past drug abuse. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn. Read at your own risk. Dieter Bravo comes with his own warnings.

👉 Chapter Warnings: Dieter being a menace, improper use of a seat belt, Dieter with a guitar, serious sexual tension, improper ballroom dancing, Dieter's mouth, blasphemy (because of Dieter's mouth), smut, aftercare, fluff, and maybe a smidge of angst

Chapter Quote: “You know you wanna do it with me. Let’s cause a scene.” 

Kat's POV

On Friday, I awoke sweaty and aroused. I was almost certain I had been having a sex dream…about Dieter. That was a new experience. I was equal parts mortified and angry that the alarm woke me up before the climax. 

I sat up and stretched before reaching over to grab my phone and water bottle from the nightstand, unscrewing the lid and taking a long drink as I unlocked my phone. I turned my attention to email first, opening the app to make sure I didn’t have any new marching orders from Stacia and Joe. I didn’t, but there was an email from the medical clinic indicating that my test results were now available. I figured everything was probably fine, but that didn’t make it any less nerve wracking as I logged into their portal to check. I sighed in relief as I skimmed down the page, all negative. At least that was one less thing to worry about. I closed that app, then noticed there were new Instagram notifications. Dieter had apparently posted a couple of new stories. The first was a picture he had taken of me last night before dinner. I balked when I saw the included text said “My dance partner is hotter than yours,” with the hashtag #YourLoss. 

(Click pics to enlarge. More after the jump.)

That didn’t do anything to help my current state of arousal. The fact that he absolutely did not give a fuck was a serious turn on. However, I knew it was going to cause some raised eyebrows.

I sent a quick reply to the story, “Dieter, seriously?🤦🏻‍♀️😂”

My eyes rolled at his ridiculousness as I moved to take another drink of my water. I nearly choked, spilling half of it down the front of my shirt as his next story popped up on the screen. It was a mirror selfie of him sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs and brown leather jacket. Once I finally stopped coughing, I audibly groaned. He looked so fucking good. Without a second thought, I took a screenshot, just as there was a knock at my door. I quickly locked my phone as I yelled “come in”, realizing too late that I probably looked like a hot mess. Dieter popped his head around the door, “Hey sleeping beauty…what in the world happened to you?”

I looked down at my shirt and rubbed aimlessly, “I spilled my water.” Because of you, you beautiful fucking tease. “What’s up?”

He looked amused, “I’m gonna go grab us some breakfast. I’ll be back.”

I gave him a deadpan stare, “I hope you found your pants.” 

He snorted, “Unfortunately for you, I did.”  

Fucker. I narrowed my eyes and chucked a pillow toward his face, “Shut up. Get out of here.” 

He laughed loudly as he pulled the door shut behind him. I heard the main door to the suite open and close a few minutes later. I screwed the lid back on my water and put it on the nightstand, huffing in frustration as I fell back onto the bed. His mere existence was making me crazy. At least we only had two days left here because I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle. I sighed, pulling up the screenshot of his story. Something about it caused the ache between my thighs to become almost painful. 

I scoffed, “Oh fuck this. I can’t take it anymore.”

I tossed my phone down beside me, then settled back into the pillow and closed my eyes. One hand sliding up my shirt to knead my breast while the other found its way under the waistband of my sleep shorts. I was soaking wet to the point that it was embarrassing. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. It was almost shocking considering it was over something so small. Or was it? Maybe it had just been building all week and was finally at a breaking point. 

I fought it at first, trying to think of anything but Dieter, but my mind kept going back to him sitting on the edge of the bed, thick thighs spread wide with that smoldering look on his face. Then my thoughts shifted to his large hands being the ones touching me. Now knowing how good he was with his hands had me craving his touch over every inch of my skin. I could only imagine how good it would feel for him to massage other parts of my body. Something told me he wouldn’t disappoint. 

I could feel the tension building, stretching so tight that it had me sweaty and gasping for air, but wouldn’t progress further than that. I was stuck on the edge, unable to finish. I think part of me knew allowing my thoughts to wander down this path was a terrible idea and was still fighting it. I stopped my ministrations, huffing loudly from frustration. Setting up, I sought out my suitcase to find the small vibrator I had brought. I should’ve just started with that. 

After searching it out, I settled into bed again, trying to get back in my zone with light touches, working my way up to it. Now that I allowed myself to freely think of Dieter, I seemed to get to the edge a lot quicker this time. Just as I turned the vibrator on, I heard the front door open and slam shut, followed by Dieter yelling, “Food’s here!”  

I turned the vibrator off and shoved it under my pillow, kicking my legs, groaning, and wanting to cry. How the hell is he back already? If I didn’t do something about this soon, I was going to spontaneously combust.

I rolled out of bed, pulling my hair up into a messy bun as I walked out into the living room. Dieter stared at me with furrowed brows. 

“You good? You look flushed…again.” 

Fuck. “Y-Yeah, I was just doing some yoga.” 

His brows arched, “You could do that in here ya know…where there’s more space. I promise I won’t gawk…too much…but maybe avoid the downward dog. I don’t need to see that.” 

I could feel the wetness on the inside of my thighs, suddenly thinking about how a little yoga session could turn dirty really fast under the right circumstances. 

I shook my head to clear that thought, remembering his last comment. 

“Why don’t you need to see that?” I asked. 

His face turned pink as he chuckled nervously, “Seriously? I’ve already told you that you have a nice ass. I wouldn’t be able to look away.” 

So, he’s an ass man. Got it. I snorted, “Well, at least you’re honest.” 

My eyes raked over the spread of food that he was now pulling out of bags, “Where did you go for all of this? That was super-fast.”

“There’s a diner just around the corner. I called it in and it was ready to go when I got there.” 

I nodded. That explains it. Of all days to get something quick…damn him. 

We sat down to eat. It took everything in me not to be distracted by the burning urge at my core. It eventually passed as we discussed the day’s schedule. Then I had to rush and get ready to head to the studio with him. It was dress rehearsal day, which I was pretty excited about. I couldn’t wait to see Dieter in action. 

Most of my day was spent standing around, watching Dieter and the cast go through the skits. During breaks he would come over to ask me for feedback. Overall I thought he was doing amazing. The way he could just turn it on and go into character fascinated me. He was so witty, and his timing was spot on. I could already tell the show was going to go well if it turned out to be anything like the dress rehearsals. I did appreciate that he took any suggestions I made as being constructive. He didn’t seem offended and even welcomed the input, giving my ideas a try on the next run through. 

By lunchtime, I was beginning to feel achy. The week’s chaotic schedule was catching up to me and I had hardly taken any self-care measures to avoid it. I’m sure the pent up tension I had been feeling didn’t help matters either. 

Dieter came to sit next to me at the table with our DoorDash delivery and began pulling food out of the bag as he eyed me popping two anti-inflammatory tablets. 

“You feeling ok?” he asked.

I slumped back in my seat and puffed air out through my cheeks, “Yeah…I’m just getting a little run down. My joints are protesting and determined to ruin my day. I think I may take advantage of that soaking tub tonight. It might help.” 

Dieter gave me a sympathetic look, “Anything I can do to help? I can go get you some herbal tea. Turmeric, ginger, and white willow bark are good anti-inflammatories. I drink those when my back bothers me.”

I was surprised he offered such a thing, but I really shouldn’t have been. The man knows his plants, of course that would carry over to herbal remedies. He also seemed to have a tendency to try and take care of me. 

I reached over and squeezed his knee, “Thank you, but I’ll be fine…I think. I’ll keep it in mind though.”

He looked disappointed as he took a bite of his sub sandwich, chewing thoughtfully for a moment.

“We’ve still got a few more skits to rehearse. Why don’t you go relax in my dressing room for a bit…get off your feet…we can do the monologue run through last.” 

I made a pouty face as I picked at my sandwich, “But then I won’t get to watch you rehearse.”

“I mean…you don’t have to, it was only a suggestion…just wanna make sure you're not hurting. I need you on top of your game after all.” 

I smiled at his meager attempt at a joke, “You know what, I may actually take you up on that offer. At least long enough for the pain meds to kick in.” I would never admit it to him, but I was actually starting to ache bad enough that it was getting hard to ignore. 

He nodded, “Good.”

That seemed to placate him for now. I did appreciate his concern. At least he showed me that he cared. It was more than Alec ever did. 

After I finished my sandwich, I stood and perched against the table beside Dieter, who was now scrolling on his phone.

“How long do you think it’ll take you all to finish up?”

Without looking up from his phone, his hand reached out toward me, slipping around my lower back before pulling me into his side. His hand came to rest on my hip as he finally looked up at me from where he was still sitting in the chair. 

It took me off guard, but I didn’t hate it. I responded by leaning into him and resting my hand at the nape of his neck. My fingers inched toward his curls, hesitating briefly before moving to scratch lightly at his scalp. It had to be one of the most casually intimate interactions we had ever had. I wanted more. 

When our eyes met, my breath hitched. God, he’s so fucking beautiful. I could feel his thumb running across the small area of exposed skin where my shirt had ridden up, causing goosebumps to form over my entire body. It would be so easy to crawl into his lap and kiss him right now. I exhaled slowly, attempting to focus my thoughts on something else. 

Dieter seemed to have been momentarily distracted too, but eventually gave me a small smile, seeming to remember that I had asked him a question. 

“I’ll come get you during our next break. Feel free to take a nap if you want. The leather sofa is pretty comfortable, but I can’t promise how clean it is. No telling who has been in that room…” 

I snorted out a laugh, “Noted.” 

I moved to leave, but his hand tightened on my hip. His gaze turned more intense, “Promise you’ll let me know if you need anything? I’ll go get whatever you want.” 

I smiled at him and ran my fingers through the top of his hair, brushing it away from his eyes. It felt strangely satisfying to do. “Don’t worry, I will. I promise. It’s not that bad, really.” 

He studied my face for a moment, seemingly satisfied with my response before dropping his arm. I was suddenly feeling much better and didn’t want to leave him after that exchange, but I didn’t want to try and explain my sudden recovery because it had everything to do with him. 

After that, I made my way to his dressing room and immediately sunk down onto the plushy leather sofa. There was a blanket draped over the back that seemed questionable, but I sort of didn’t care, wrapping myself up in it as I settled in for a nap. I was out as soon as I laid my head down. Hazy dreams that I wouldn’t remember followed. Only traces of the way it made me feel would remain - warm, safe, loved, and blissfully happy.   

I awoke sometime later to Dieter sitting on the edge of the couch beside me, his hand on my hip giving a gentle shake. He was looking at me with a smirk as I groaned and wiped the sleep from my eyes. 

“Time to wake up, sleeping beauty. How you feeling?”

I moved to sit up, his hand sliding down to rest on the side of my thigh in the process. 

“Better, I think. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.”

He nodded, “Yeah, I think we’ve both been a little sleep deprived the last few days.”

He stood, “You ready to go over the monologue?” 

I laughed nervously, “I suppose. This is about to be a disaster…”

Dieter shook his head, “Nope, you’ve got this. Just focus on me and the cue cards if you need them. Forget anyone else is in the room.”

That’s easy to do. I do it often enough. I stood and followed him out to the stage, both of us taking our places. The first time through was…rough. By the fourth time, I relaxed into it some, creating a playful banter between us, which was the goal. Dieter’s facial expressions to my joking insults were so on point. It was hard for me to keep from laughing. I really hoped I could keep it together during the live shows. The fifth and final time, we managed to nail it, which left me feeling much more confident about the whole thing. 

Dieter and I were standing just in front of the stage exchanging notes on our last run through when one of the writers, Judy, came over and invited us out for open mic night at a local blues club. I knew there would probably be alcohol there, so I was tempted to decline. I glanced over at Dieter with a questioning look, “I’ll leave that up to you.” 

Dieter shrugged, “We could spare a couple of hours, right? I wouldn’t mind getting you up on stage...” A mischievous grin was now plastered across his face as I started to shake my head. 

“Nope. Not happening, Bravo.” 

Judy’s eyes lit up, “Wait, do you sing?”

Dieter bumped his shoulder against mine, still smiling, “She sings and plays. She’s amazing.” 

I was still shaking my head, “Dieter, no. I refuse.” 

He put an arm around my shoulders, hugging me against his side as he leaned in close to my ear, “I’ll do it if you will.” 

I sighed, “Now you’re playing dirty…asshole.” 

Dieter snorted out a laugh as Judy grabbed my arm, “Come on Kat, it’ll be a good time. It would be amazing to see you two do something like that together.” 

I puffed air out of my cheeks, “Alright fine. We can go…but I’m not making any promises.” 

Dieter bear hugged me, shaking me from side to side as he yelled “Yaaaaasss” a little louder than necessary. I laughed and rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm. Judy snickered at Dieter’s antics, “Great, I’ll let everyone know you’re coming. You can share a ride with us if you don’t mind being squished in. It’s not that far away.”

Dieter glanced over at me, a smirk on his lips, “That’s fine, Kat can sit on my lap if need be.” 

Fucking hell. Why is he torturing me like this? I narrowed my eyes on him as Judy chuckled, “Cool, I’ll go gather everyone up.” 

After she walked away, I leaned over to Dieter and quietly asked, “You sure this is ok? You know they’ll probably be drinking…”

He sighed, “I’m gonna have to be around it at some point. It’s inevitable.” He gave me a soft smile as he took my hand and entwined his fingers with mine, “Besides…you’re gonna be there with me, so I’ll be fine.” 

His eyes crinkled around the edges as his smile grew. I could tell that he believed what he was saying. It caused butterflies to form in my stomach when I considered the possible implications behind his words. 

A short time later, a group of us squished into the back of a black SUV. Dieter sat in the very back corner. I hopped in behind him. Just as I was about to settle into the seat, he pulled me onto his lap, sitting me at an angle across his thighs. He wordlessly reached up behind him with his left hand to pull the seat belt out and motioned for me to fasten it around the both of us. Judy and one other person slid onto the bench seat beside us as he wrapped his arms around my middle and hugged me against his chest.  

Dieter’s proximity caused him to completely invade all of my senses. His face was close enough to mine that I could almost taste his lips. I was cocooned in his smell and warmth, causing me to melt into his embrace. I could feel his hot breath blowing against the side of my neck and hear it hitch as I smiled shyly at him. The sight of his rounded brown eyes gazing deeply into mine made my heart skip a beat. For a brief moment, the world fell away, and it was just us getting lost in each other's eyes. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth before turning his attention to Judy who had apparently asked a question. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he said almost in a daze.

“Do you play too?” she asked again. 

Dieter shrugged, “I guess you could call it that.”

I smiled down at him, “He plays the guitar and sings. He’s really good.” 

A smile tugged at his lips as a blush crept across his cheeks. He squeezed me a little tighter as he leaned his forehead against my jaw. 

Judy clapped her hands excitedly, “This is gonna be so much fun.” 

I wished I shared her enthusiasm, but I couldn’t. Dieter laughed, his eyes meeting mine again.

“You gonna have some fun with me, Kit Kat?” My brow arched. Fucking tease. 

I shifted to put my arm around his neck, “Depends on which definition of fun we’re talking about.” 

His left hand that now rested on my hip gripped a little tighter as his eyes roamed over my face. I could tell he wasn’t sure how to take that comment. Good. Stew on that one. One side of his lips tugged upward, “I’m open to trying any definition of your choosing.” 

My jaw nearly dropped. What. The. Fuck. Is he doing? I glanced around the car, worried someone was going to hear us, but everyone now seemed engrossed in one of the multiple conversations happening between the occupants. I could feel myself relax knowing that they all seemed distracted. 

He shifted to lean in closer, causing his right hand to slide up my jean covered thigh a few inches. His lips grazed the shell of my ear as he spoke in a low gravelly voice, “We gonna rehearse for a bit after this?”

When he pulled away I couldn’t help staring at his pouty bottom lip briefly before my eyes flicked up to his. I nodded, “I’m not gonna let you get out of it that easily. You still need a little work.” 

He chuckled, “Right…Whatever you say, sweetheart.” 

I gave him an admonishing look over the pet name as he fought a smile. We were interrupted by the opening of doors, having arrived at the club. 

The club wasn’t really what I was expecting. The walls were dark, but it was hard to tell what color they actually were because every inch of the place was bathed in a crimson glow from the red lantern like light fixtures hanging overhead. A decently sized stage sat in the center of the room with equipment scattered about. The stage was surrounded by tables and plushy booths where people sat enjoying meals. A bar lined the wall on the far side, which made me cringe a little, but overall the atmosphere seemed very chill. It didn’t give off any sort of party vibe. 

We were seated at a large table next to the stage. Judy sat on one side of me, Dieter on the other. I sat in silence taking in my surroundings while Dieter chatted away with one of the cast members seated on the other side of him. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits and eager to engage with him. It appeared that whatever damage he had caused during his previous time with them had been repaired. It made me happy that he was making progress in that area because I knew how worried he had been about it. 

A server soon appeared and began taking everyone’s drink order. To my surprise, not a single person ordered alcohol. I briefly wondered if that was something they had discussed as a group beforehand or not. Either way, I appreciated it. Dieter was still chattering away so I’m sure he hadn’t even noticed. 

I had just started flipping through the menu when, without a word, Dieter grabbed my chair and pulled me closer to his side. I looked up at him with furrowed brows. He gave me a cheesy smile as he rested his arm along the back of my seat, “I didn’t get a menu. Gotta share. What are we getting?”

I gave him a disbelieving smile and rolled my eyes, tilting the menu toward him so he could look at it with me. By this point in the week, we had gotten into the habit of picking out meals that we both wanted to try so we could sample each other’s dishes. I settled on the blackened chicken carbonara while he went with a Cajun chicken and shrimp pasta. 

After ordering, his arm remained around the back of my chair as he leaned in closer to talk to Judy on the other side of me. His full attention seemed to be on her, yet his fingers had found their way to the back of my hair, lightly stroking through it as he talked. I tried to be present during their conversation, but it was hard to focus on anything other than his soft touch. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure what the hell they were talking about. 

Our attention was soon drawn to the stage as open mic night got underway. The host of the evening, Brian, was already badgering people to go sign up before it even started. Before he introduced the first performer, he caught sight of Dieter sitting in front of the stage. He stopped mid-sentence and changed course, “OH Damn, we got Dieter Bravo in the house tonight y’all!”

His eyes shifted to me as the room whooped and whistled, “AND Kat Stamos is here too! Y’all shouldn’t have sat next to the stage. Imma be giving you hell all night.” 

We all laughed, but I felt like I was dying inside just a little bit. I hated being the center of attention like this. Judy took that moment to yell out, “Get them up on stage!” Fucking hell.

Brian’s eyebrows arched, “Oh you guys gonna perform for us?”

I shook my head as Dieter tried to laugh it off. He must have sensed my nervousness because his free hand found its way to my thigh and squeezed gently. 

Brian laughed, “I’ll come back to you later. I’m not lettin’ that go.” Everyone cheered. Fuck. This is not how I saw the evening going. The host finally moved on to introducing the first performer just as our dinner was served. Aside from taste testing each other's food, we ate mostly in silence, enjoying the soulful blues performances taking place mere feet from us. I thought we had escaped the wrath of Brian, but I was wrong. Just as we were finishing up, Brian was back on stage asking if anyone wanted to fill the next open slot. When no one came forward, his eyes focused on us.

“A little birdy told me that Dieter and Kat have some hidden talents. I think this would be a good time to get them up here!” 

I glanced over at Judy, who looked guilty before her nervous smile turned to an encouraging one. I felt a sudden adrenaline rush coursing through me as I turned to Dieter. A small part of me really wanted to see him sing and play on stage. 

“Go on, get to it. You said you would do it,” I teased with a smile.

He shook his head, “No, I said I would, if you did. You gotta come too.”

He stood up, which seemed to get the crowd riled up further, “Come on Kit Kat. You know you wanna do it with me. Let’s cause a scene.” 

I laughed. This is NOT what I wanna do with you, sir. I puffed air out of my cheeks. “Fine…but you owe me a solo performance too.” 

“You let me pick the song and I’ll do anything you tell me to,” he replied with a dimpled smile. Fucker. I couldn’t pass that up.

He grabbed my hand, tugging me up out of the seat. The cheers in the room were almost deafening as he pulled me up onto the stage. He grabbed one of the acoustic guitars from the stand, taking a minute to strum and tune it as he chatted with the house band. Brian walked over and offered me a wireless mic before disappearing. The handle felt slick in my sweaty palms as I turned toward Dieter who was moving toward the mic stand in the center of the stage. He gave me a sneaky grin as he worked to raise the stand to his height. I smiled at him nervously as I raised my mic to speak, “Alright Bravo, what's it gonna be?” 

Dieter was still smiling at me as he strummed a couple bars of the opening notes, waiting for my realization to kick in. It didn’t take long. It was the song I had been humming along to on Wednesday. The one he said that he wanted to hear me sing right before we had the almost kiss, or whatever the hell that was. I chuckled, rolling my eyes at him. He turned to his mic, “I hope you’re ready to have your minds blown by this beautiful and talented woman standing on stage with me.” 

I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks as the audience responded with whistles and applause. I couldn’t help hiding behind my hand. I could hear Dieter’s deep rumbling laugh through the sound system. It vibrated through every inch of my body as I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what we were about to do. I had sung in front of crowds before, but that was during family gatherings. This was different, almost daunting. Especially since I knew videos would inevitably find their way online for the world to see. 

Dieter turned toward me and leaned in to ask, “You good?” 

I gave him a nervous smile, taking another deep breath as I nodded. 

“Focus on me if you need to,” he said. I nodded again. 

He bumped his shoulder against mine, “Ok, here we go.” 

I watched as his thick fingers began to pluck out the opening notes to Blood on a Rose. My eyes met his sultry gaze just as the words to the first verse left my lips.  🎶 (Song link for reference)

Your voice in my ear / The world disappears / So I'll fall again / You can keep me right here / Haunting my soul / A beautiful thorn / You rapture my heart / Leave me broken and torn

The lyrics were suddenly taking on a new meaning for me. He WAS haunting my soul, and I was torn between keeping things professional and completely losing myself to him. I was inching closer to him now, singing only for him. We had seemingly become completely entranced by each other as I moved into the chorus. 

This love is killing me / The pain must be part of the cure / It's so hard to breathe when I need you so bad that it burns / You are the fire, love is the blood on a rose

I felt every word of it. This game we were playing had turned into nothing short of torture. My desire for him was reaching a new peak as the electricity crackled between us like it never had before. We were connecting in a new way that suddenly felt more intimate than the dancing. Maybe because we could both sense that there was some truth to the lyrics. I couldn’t keep myself from reaching up to brush the curl away that had fallen down over his forehead, then settled my hand on his cheek as I began the next verse. 

Lost in your eyes / These ties that bind / Body and soul / Leaving nothing behind / Don't know how to stop / Don't know how to stay / These chains might break / But you like it that way

And lost in his eyes I was. I don’t think either of us had broken eye contact since the first note of music sounded. We were standing so close together by the time I went into the next round of the chorus that I could have easily leaned in to kiss him if there hadn't been a guitar between us. After a short building instrumental interlude, he shifted, angling the guitar in front of me. He leaned in toward the mic just as I started the final two refrains of the chorus and joined in. 

The rush that I felt from his closeness was insane. My entire body was tingling and covered in goosebumps with his face now inches from mine, our gazes still locked as he belted out the words, harmonizing perfectly with me. Sharing this moment and this part of myself with him was waking something up inside of me. A craving unlike anything I had ever felt, and he was the only one that could satisfy it. 

When the song ended, we just sort of stared at each other for a few beats as applause and cheers broke out around us. He smirked as he pulled me into his side and kissed me on the cheek. Just as I pulled away, the crowd began to chant “One more!”. I laughed, shaking my head as I raised the mic to speak, “I think the next one is on Dieter. I’m done.” 

Dieter gave me his best sad puppy dog look. I shook my head again, “Nope. I’m done. It’s your turn.” He rolled his eyes as I turned to exit the stage, receiving praise as I went. I politely smiled in thanks, moving to take my seat at the table directly in front of where Dieter was now standing.

I could see that he was feeling anxious as he fidgeted with the guitar strap, then adjusted the mic, “Well, I don’t have Kat up here to make me look good anymore.” He laughed nervously, “So, you all better take it easy on me.”

The audience filled with quiet laughter as he turned around, briefly speaking with the house band one more time before returning to the mic. His voice started with the music, slow and deep. Bluesy guitar riffs intermingling with his somber tone. Every word was laced with emotion as his eyes focused on me. 

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Bright lights with the side of passion / Nightlife, welcome the attraction / Her satin gloves wrapped all around / She lift me up, then, she knocked me down / I fell in love, she showed me how / She takes a puff and it's curtains now

I was happy to be sitting, because my legs would have given out on me if I hadn’t been. He was literally taking my breath away. This was way more intense than the first time I had seen him sing. I could feel it in my bones - in every cell. I couldn’t handle how fucking perfect and beautiful he was. 

Judy grabbed my arm, “I had no idea he sounded like this. He’s so fucking good!” 

All I could manage was a small nod, not taking my eyes off him as he transitioned to the chorus. 

She drives a camera crazy / I think she knows it / There ain't no one above her and she ain't afraid to own it / The glitz and glamor slay me / But is it hopeless? / This goddess of a woman really gets the people going / Close up, zoom out / From every angle, yeah, she lay me down / Choked up, no doubt / She hard to handle, but she'll keep you 'round

His anxiety appeared to have dissipated. He now seemed slightly cocky even. The rawness and passion in his voice was seriously doing something to me. My thighs were now clenching together under the table. The ache at my center went from zero to painful in an instant. I sighed. This may very well be what finally breaks me. 

As he moved into the second verse, something about his expression changed. It was more playful as he fought a smirk, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip during the brief lyrical pauses. His eyes were borderline seductive as he continued to focus on me. Something told me he knew what he was doing, and that thought only made me squirm more. I couldn’t help questioning his song choice. I found myself wondering how much truth was behind the lyrics. 

Might bite when they call for action / Shines like she'll evoke reaction /  I feel it jump, heart starts to pound / She pulled the plug, really show me now / We fell in love, she showed me how / Hands are cuffed as I slowly drown

By the time he hit the chorus again, he was in full performance mode - sliding the guitar behind his back and gripping the microphone between both hands with confidence. It had to be one of the hottest things I had ever seen. A confident Dieter seemed to be my new weakness.

Everyone in the room collectively lost their minds when he finished. I could hear murmurs around about how amazing he sounded and how surprised everyone was by his talent. He was shocking people left and right this week and I was loving every second of it. I was proud of him and suddenly understood the urge of wanting to show him off. He was MY dance partner after all. If he could use that as an excuse, then so could I. 

After a shy “thank you” to the audience, Dieter rejoined us at the table and was met with fist bumps, claps, and pats on the back. He had a dopey grin on his face as he finally sat down beside me. When he noticed me looking at him, his demeanor shifted, seemingly unsure of himself now. I gave him a comforting smile, reaching to lace my fingers with his.

“You did such a good job. I’m a little speechless.”

He huffed out a relieved chuckle, shifting to put his arm along the back of my seat as he leaned in next to my ear, “You were amazing. I could listen to you all night.” 

It was my turn to be embarrassed. I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks, but I still managed to pluck up the courage to ask, “Those were some interesting song choices. Why did you pick them?”

Dieter leaned back into his chair and took a drink of water with his free hand, seemingly weighing his response. He finally shrugged, “They seemed to fit the mood of the evening.” 

He’s being cryptic with that answer. My brows pinched together, “What does that mean?” 

A cocky grin spread across his face, “You tell me.” 

My mouth opened to speak, then snapped shut. I don’t know what to do with that. What is he insinuating? 

We were suddenly interrupted by two younger women who asked to take a selfie with us. We agreed, of course. After they spent a few minutes fawning over us, they thankfully left. Dieter immediately turned his attention back to me, smiling as he draped his arm back around my shoulders.

“I’m almost afraid to check social media after this gets out. You know there’ll be videos,” I said. 

He snickered, “Well, let’s beat them to it. Story time!”

Dieter shifted to pull out his phone and snapped a quick selfie of us, then posted it to his Instagram story with a smirk. I’d have to check to see what ridiculousness he added to it later. After setting his phone down on the table, his hand found its way to my thigh and rubbed gently as he asked “When do you wanna head back?” 

His gaze locked with mine as I reveled in the sensation from his touch. The thigh touching was new, he did it so casually now and I was loving every second of it. I wanted more. 

“Umm, lemme run to the ladies room, then we can go,” I finally said. 

Judy’s attention was drawn to me as I got up. I motioned that I was going to the bathroom which prompted her to stand and join me. We had to wait in line for several minutes, quietly chatting amongst ourselves as we did so.

“I’ve gotta say, Dieter has shocked us all this week. He’s like a completely different person. He’s actually been pretty amazing to work with,” she said.

I smiled, “Yeah, I know he’s been working really hard. He was excited to be asked back.” 

“I’ll admit, a lot of us were not happy about him coming back at first. He was an absolute asshole last time…when he wasn’t trying to get laid that is. He was a mess.” 

That probably shouldn’t bother me, but it sort of did. I had to remind myself that he hadn’t kept his past a secret. I knew he used to sleep around. Maybe it was just starting to hit me differently after the Alec thing. 

“Being sober has done him good though. I think you're having a positive impact on him too. He seems much more relaxed when you're around,” she added with a knowing look in her eyes. 

My brows furrowed, “What do you mean?” 

She shrugged, “I dunno. He just appears to be…happier maybe? You seem very in tune with each other.” She leaned in closer, “I’ve gotta ask…because I honestly can’t figure you two out…Do you have something going on? Like…are you together?” 

I scoffed, “No. Absolutely not. I mean, sure, we’ve gotten close…I understand what he’s going through because my dad had the same issues…And this show and all the drama that comes with it is putting us through the wringer. We’ve just become good friends through all of it.”

She didn’t look convinced, “All I’m gonna say is…he was tryin’ to get with anyone that would give him the time of day last time he was here. Now, he only has eyes for you. That man is one hundred percent into you.”

I laughed nervously, “No he’s not. It’s not like that with us.” 

She gave me a doubtful look as she moved to take the next open stall, “If you say so, honey.” 

I stood there, a little dumbfounded for a moment. Maybe I wasn’t imagining things?

I tried to put Judy’s words out of my mind as I walked back to the table. I was still trying to convince myself that she was wrong. Do I think he flirts sometimes? Yes. But he’s Dieter fucking Bravo. That’s just how he is. To say he only has eyes for me is a whole other level that I was not fully convinced of yet. Of course, now that I was thinking about it, I couldn’t actually recall having seen him flirt with anyone else. Not even in a joking manner. That had to be because he was comfortable around me though. Right? 

As I approached the table, I realized Dieter was saying his goodbyes. He turned to me with a soft smile on his face, “I took care of our bill, and our ride should be here any minute.” 

Damn, he didn’t waste any time. I nodded, then turned to bid my farewells to everyone for the evening and thanked them for inviting us. Once finished, Dieter grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd to the exit where we found our Uber already waiting.

The ride back to the hotel was oddly quiet, but I could still feel a strange electricity crackling between us. Something had definitely changed between us tonight. I couldn’t keep my eyes from shifting in his direction and roaming over his profile as he stared out the window of the car. The city lights occasionally illuminated his face in various shades of white, blue, and pink - emphasizing his aquiline nose and pouty lips in a way that was making it hard for me to breathe. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could ignore the feelings I was having toward him. Being with him as much as I had this week was causing a raging monster to grow inside of me, and it wanted him. After tonight, I didn’t think I could lock it away any longer.

Once we reached the hotel, I linked my arm with his as we walked inside toward the elevators. After the elevator doors closed, his arm shifted to wrap around my waist, tucking me into his side. I was suddenly surrounded by the scent of him, earthy and woody with a soft citrus undertone. It was intoxicating and I had to remind myself not to lean in to inhale him. His husky voice broke through my thoughts, “Do you still wanna rehearse some tonight? I guess we probably should, huh?”

I raised my head to look at him, startled by how close his face was to mine. Fuck. He’s beautiful. I cleared my throat, staring up at him through my lashes, “Yeah, I mean…maybe we can just run through it a few times with the music.” 

The elevator doors opened to our floor. I moved away from him to exit, “I’m just gonna run and change first. Tight jeans are not ideal…” I added with a chuckle, swiping into the room as I spoke. He nodded, agreeing that he was going to change as well.  

I changed into black leggings and a matching zip front sports bra, then met Dieter in the living room. We stuck to our routine of rehearsing on the terrace. It wasn’t a cold night but being up on the top floor definitely made it a little chilly. Dieter made some sort of comment about keeping the blood flowing to stay warm and my thoughts spiraled. The fact that we were stuck doing one of the most intimate dances this week was not helping matters. I suddenly had butterflies in my stomach realizing what we were about to do while I was in my current state. I don’t know if I can do this and keep it together. 

I queued up the music using the small Bluetooth speaker and my phone, then hit play on my watch once we got into position. On our first run-through, I messed up several times because I couldn’t concentrate, but we managed to make it through in the midst of laughter. Dieter was completely throwing me off my game with his new found confidence and intense focus. His hesitation with physical contact had disappeared only to be replaced by a cocky smirk and playful glint in his eyes, which was beyond distracting. I felt like he knew what effect it was having on me too. 

On our second run-through, we shook off our giggles and managed to focus, if that’s what you could even call it. The electric current between us was buzzing at max levels as we channeled the intimacy of the dance. Our touches became more sensual and less playful, the looks between us now lingering, the space between us disappearing. Instead of just our foreheads touching during those more intimate moves, our noses were now nuzzling against each other with our lips centimeters apart. Every nerve ending in my body was like a livewire, shocking me where our skin touched. By the time the song came to an end, the vibe between us had completely shifted. I stepped away, laughing nervously, “Well, that one went much better. I think we have a pretty good grasp on it. Do you wanna call it a night?” I need to get away from him. Now. Or I’m gonna lose what little control I have.

Dieter rubbed at the back of his neck as he peered up at me through his lashes, the corner of his lip twitched upward before he spoke, “I dunno, I think maybe we should go through it one or two more times…at least. If you’re feeling up to it…of course.” I could feel his chocolate eyes boring into me as he fought a smile. What the fuck is this? Why does he keep looking at me like that? His words from a few days ago popped into my head, “I’ll behave unless I’m told to do otherwise.”

Surely, he’s not…no. Is he? I felt like he was trying to get a read on where I was with things. Did he feel the shift too? My intuition was telling me that if we kept rehearsing right now, something was going to happen. This whole situation we had been thrust into was setting us up for this and I was falling for it. My gut told me he was too. My head was telling me to call it a night, but my traitorous lady bits were throbbing at the possibility of seeing what else Dieter Bravo could do with those loose hips of his. I suddenly felt like everything was hinging on my response. I must have taken longer than I realized to answer him, because Dieter’s brows furrowed as my name slipped out between his lips. My attention snapped back to him as he asked, “Is everything ok?”

My eyes widened, meeting his, “Yeah, sorry. I was thinking through the ending. I’m not sure it feels right.”

He arched a brow as the smirk returned, “I agree, it’s almost sort of… anticlimactic?” 

I nodded, “Yeah…I agree.” Maybe with a new focus, the tension might dissipate some. “Are you good to do another lift?” I asked.

He shrugged, his eyes were almost smoldering now, “I’m good with whatever you wanna do.” 

I felt like his words had a double meaning behind them. I tried my best to ignore my thoughts as I worked through the moves in my head, “Alright, I’m not sure how to explain this…ummm…as I turn, allow me to complete the turn into your side while lifting me up onto your hip. You’re gonna bend your leg slightly for me to rest on as you dip me backward, run your hand down my side then snap me up for the final pose.” 

He stood staring at me with a confused look etched on his face. I sighed, “Ok, hold on.” I moved to pick up my phone, closing my eyes for a minute to think where I had seen that move before. I somehow managed to pull it out of the recesses of my mind and quickly found it on YouTube to show him. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched, then nodded, “Yeah, I like that better.” 

We tried it several times and managed to get it down after some struggles and laughter. Then we decided to go through the whole routine again with the new ending. The tension between us quickly returned - pretty much picking up where it left off. Especially when we hit the first lift. From my position on the floor, I raised my legs and hooked them over the tops of his thighs. He slowly lifted me off the ground as I rolled my torso upward and hooked my hands around his neck pulling his face up to meet mine. Our lips grazed against each other this time. The position that we found ourselves in felt more intimate than it ever had as he did a full turn, and I released the hold my legs had around his waist to plant my feet on the ground. We stayed in the embrace a few beats longer than we should have but kept going after finally breaking apart. 

Our lips continued to lightly brush against each other throughout the rest of the routine. This was new. We had never gotten this close and intimate during a dance. It was causing blood to rush to my aching core. There was no way we could keep this up or else I was going to burst into flames. I could feel my control slipping away with each passing second. 

By the time we reached the end with the final lift I was hanging on by a thread. When I turned and he lifted me onto his hip for the dip, he didn’t just run his hand down my side. He started by caressing my neck, skimmed the center of my breasts, then down my side to pull me upward toward his face. Instead of just resting my hand on the back of his neck, it seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved upward and fisted in the curls at the nape. I could feel his heated breath rush out against my lips as he closed his eyes from the sensation, a quiet whimper escaping his throat before nuzzling his nose with mine. He pulled back slightly, allowing his gaze to settle on me. He looked dazed as I continued to slowly pull away to stand. His hand slid down my arm and gripped my fingertips until they were out of his reach.

I turned away, brushing my hair back off my face and inhaling deeply in an attempt to compose myself. Fuck, I’ve never felt anything this intense before. It was really messing with my head. He was like a magnet pulling me in. There was no way I could fight this for seven more weeks. The pull was too strong. If it didn’t happen now, it was going to eventually unless something changed. 

His voice broke through my thoughts, “One more time?” He asked. His voice sounded off. Smoother and deeper somehow. Like honey and sex. I turned to look at him, his eyes widening slightly, “Or, we can call it a night…if you prefer.” He could sense my reluctance and was giving me an out. Deep down I knew he was testing me. I could sense that he wanted it just as badly as I did. 

I shook my head, “N-No…one more time should do it. Our timing was still a little off. I think we can get it right this time.” 

One corner of his lips tugged upward. Did I have a double meaning behind my words now? Fuck. What am I doing? We got into position as I started the music again. The last of the frayed threads that had been holding us back were finally pulling apart. After the first turn, he placed his hands on my hips and pulled my back tightly against his front. I could feel every inch of his broad body pressed against me, including the stiffness in his pants. There was no polite space there this time as I reached up behind me with my right hand to the back of his neck, grasping at his curls. His fingertips slid down the underside of my arm as his lips lowered to brush against the shell of my ear, then trailed down my neck before transitioning to the next move. I could still feel the blazing path of his mouth on my skin, even after it was gone.

Our touches continued to intensify as we got to the first lift. This is when the threads finally snapped. After I rolled my torso upright and pulled his face upward to meet mine, he stopped moving. His breathing was noticeably shallower as I cupped his cheeks and stared into his darkened eyes. Slowly leaning in further, and without thinking, I placed the lightest of kisses on his lips before pulling back to meet his gaze again. His eyes searched my face as a conflicted expression overtook his features. I loosened the grip my legs had around his waist so he could set me down, which he did, but his hands kept me pulled snugly against his chest as they caressed over the bare skin of my lower back. 

He pressed his forehead against mine, I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but he was holding back. His words popped into my head again, “I’ll behave unless I’m told to do otherwise.”  I realized then, he’s following my lead in this dance. I pressed my lips against his again, his response was tentative and gentle. Almost like he was afraid he might scare me away if he moved too quickly. My hands slid from his cheeks into his hair, pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss. His lips parted, allowing me entrance. It was soft and sensual the way he massaged my tongue with his. God, he’s such a good kisser. I had never really thought that about anyone in the past, now I realized why. There was an art to it, and Dieter Bravo had mastered it. 

My thighs clenched together, the throb at my center was now unbearable. I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew there was no fighting it at this point as my hands dropped down to the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. The soft fabric was replaced by my fingers splayed across his bare chest. He leaned in and kissed me briefly before pausing and placing his hands on either side of my neck with his thumbs resting on my chin, gently stroking my face. He pulled back, his intense eyes locking with mine. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

I nodded in response, but then he continued, “If we do this…it changes everything. I-I can’t go back to the way things were before. It’s all or nothing for me.” He was deadly serious as his eyes bore into me, unblinking as he searched mine. His intensity took me by surprise, and only seemed to spur me on. I let out a shaky breath, his vehemence causing my heart to pound in my ears. I nodded again, “I’m sure.”

He must have found what he was looking for as his eyes danced around my face, because it was like a dam had broken when his lips finally crashed against mine. He was suddenly full of passion and need. His hands roamed over the length of my body as he walked us backward toward the open door to go inside. Once we passed the threshold, he turned, pressing me up against the curtain covered floor-to-ceiling window. My leg hooked around his hip as he rutted against my center, nearly causing me to come undone from the contact. 

His lips made their way down my neck, but he still seemed hesitant in touching me where I wanted him to. I grabbed his hands and brought them to my breast, encouraging him to have his way with me. He gave them a tentative squeeze, before groaning against my jaw. One of my hands fisted in the top of his hair as the other moved to the front zipper on my bra, “It’s ok to touch me, Dieter. I want you to…need you to…please.” I begged through heavy pants. 

He whimpered against my skin as I pulled the zipper down, his hands immediately reaching for and massaging at the soft exposed flesh as I managed to slide the bra off down my arms. He raised his head, his tongue quickly plunged into my mouth as one of his hands began to move downward at a painfully slow pace until he was finally rubbing against the spot that I wanted him most. It was my turn to whimper into his mouth now. It wasn’t enough, I wanted more. My hips bucked against his palm. He seemed to understand, moving to dip his hand into the front of my leggings, his digits sliding over my slick folds, expertly caressing and teasing me. I quickly turned into a quivering mess as he licked and sucked on my neck and worked me over with his thick fingers. 

He suddenly withdrew his hand, now sliding both down my sides and hooking his fingers under the band of my leggings, he paused quietly whispering into my ear, “Is this ok?” I let out a breathy “yes” as he continued to pepper me with kisses, slowly moving down my body with his mouth as he removed the rest of my clothing, completely exposing me. I was burning for him. I couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before. The hungry look in his eyes as he sucked a nipple into his mouth only exacerbated the feeling. 

Dieter sank to his knees, lifting my left leg over his shoulder as he pulled away from my breast with a pop. He turned his attention to kissing and nibbling at my inner thigh, dragging his patchy stubble against my skin as his lips made a fiery path to the apex. His teasing touches were maddening. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. When he finally moved to my folds, licking up the center with the flat of his tongue, my legs nearly gave out. He hummed against me before latching on to the sensitive and throbbing bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking his tongue in tandem as his hands gripped my ass and held me firmly against his mouth. I doubled over almost immediately, my hands fisting in his hair for balance. Fucking hell, how did he do that? The loud moan that escaped my lips was almost embarrassing. I somehow managed to get myself upright and grabbed onto the door facing to my left for support. I was already covered in sweat, breathing heavily, and thighs shaking from the building release. Another quick jolt of pleasure ran through me, nearly causing me to double forward again. A breathy, “What the fuck!?!?” escaped my lips. I’d never felt anything like this before. 

I could feel the deep rumble of his chuckle as he broke away with another pop, looking up at me through his lashes, “Everything ok, sweetheart?” 

My eyes narrowed at the pet name. I could tell he was using that word purposefully. His defiance only further stimulated my arousal. “I don’t think I told you to stop.”  

That cocky smirk was back again, “Yes, ma’am.” 

He dove back in, more enthusiastic than before - groaning out profane sounds as he worked. I was fairly certain he was sucking my soul out through my cunt. His mouth should be considered the eighth wonder of the world. He should be worshiped. My debauched thoughts were already sending me to hell, so why not add the worship of a false god to the list? 

I couldn’t help grinding and arching into him, it felt so good it was almost painful. My release hit out of nowhere, my vision going dark before filling with bursts of color behind my eyelids. My ears began ringing, muffling all sound. The primal cry that came from deep within my chest shocked me. My whole body was shaking to the point that I could hardly stand. I could feel Dieter in front of me now, nuzzling his slick covered nose against mine with his hands around my waist, holding me tightly against him for support.  

I snorted out a breathless laugh, “I think I just blacked out for a minute.” 

I could feel him laughing against my throat. “Somebody was wound up tight,” he said between kisses. I knotted his hair in my hand and tilted his face upward to meet my gaze, “I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast, or hard…” 

He smirked. “You can wipe that smug look off your face,” I added through a chuckle. 

He shrugged as a cheesy grin spread across his face, “You know Kit Kats are my favorite thing to eat. What did you expect?”

I snorted, “You DID NOT just say that.” 

He laughed loudly, “I totally did, and I’ll never not say it again. It’s too good.” 

I smiled against his lips before pulling him in for a deep kiss, tasting the after effects of his handiwork. I wasn’t done with him yet. My right hand slid down through the light smattering of wiry hair at the base of his abdomen, then down the front of his gym shorts, rubbing his hard length. He melted into me as I swallowed his moans, pushing his shorts and boxer briefs down, exposing him to me. His size was as I suspected, girthy and above average in length, but not in a ridiculous way. He was perfect and I was aching to feel him. I NEEDED to feel him. I hooked my leg around his hip, encouraging him to rub against my slick center. He paused suddenly, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, “What’s wrong?” I asked. 

He raised his head to look at me with a grimace, “I…uhhh…I don’t have any condoms. I wasn’t expecting…this.” 

His rounded brown eyes were full of regret and maybe a little embarrassment at his admission. God, he’s perfect. I gave him a small smile, “I think I would’ve had more questions if you did have them.” He chuckled as I cupped his cheek, “It’s fine. I got the all clear and I’m on birth control…I trust you.” 

His brows arched upwards as he shook his head, “I haven’t…with anyone. I swear” 

I smiled against his lips, “I know…I told you, I trust you.” 

He huffed out a sigh of relief, kissing me once more as he grabbed my ass and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked toward the bedroom. He continued kissing me as he sank to his knees on the edge of the bed, managing to make it up far enough to lay me back on the pillows. He hovered above me on his elbows, fingertips in my hair as he kissed gently on my forehead, my nose, then my lips. He stared down at me for a moment, his eyes full of emotion, “I just want you to know that…with you…this does mean something to me.” I could feel my heart beating out of my chest from his admission. I kissed him back, deeply, before mummering a quiet “I know” against his plump bottom lip. 

He gave me a soft smile, then sat up on his knees, his hands gently rubbing and massaging down my torso as he moved. His eyes followed their path, taking in every inch of my flesh. Seeing him like this, completely bare before me as he began stroking himself between my thighs, was easily the most erotic sight I had ever laid eyes on. His shoulders somehow looked broader from this angle, the muscles in his chest and arm flexed as he slowly slid his hand up and down his length. His messy curls were now hanging down over his lustful gaze, adding to his sexiness.

The way he looked at me was nothing short of obscene as he reached to rub at my inner thigh with his free hand, gently grazing his fingertips down to my ankle, then lifting my foot to rest on his shoulder. His hand continued to rub from the tips of my toes down my calf as he nuzzled his cheek against the inside of my foot. The softness of his touch juxtaposed with the scratchiness of his beard in such a sensitive spot caused a surge of electricity to course through my veins. 

My cunt was suddenly aching to be touched. I couldn’t wait any longer. I surprised myself when my right hand found its way down to my folds to rub at the small bundle of nerves. My fingers briefly dipped down to collect some of the slick to smear around before continuing in my endeavor. My left hand moved to squeeze my breast. I was already feeling that familiar tingling sensation again with very little effort. Something about Dieter made me feel brazen and uninhibited unlike ever before. I never felt safe enough to be like this with Alec. I never felt any of this with Alec. 

Dieter’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched me arch into my hands. His eyes flicking up from the apex of my thighs to meet my gaze ever so often to watch me, watching him. Neither of us said a word, our connection allowing us to silently communicate our feelings and needs as we shared this moment of mutual self-pleasure. 

His hand moved to caress my ankle, his thumb pressing THAT spot again just below the ankle bone, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through me. He tucked his chin, opening his mouth to graze his teeth against the spot his thumb had just vacated, causing a new prickling sensation to creep up to my aching core. I whimpered quietly at the feeling, his gaze meeting mine as he began to gently suck the area. His eyes shifted down to my center, now watching my fingers at work. I watched as his head dipped further, spit dripping from his mouth onto his cock as he continued to leisurely stroke himself, his thumb swiping over the sensitive tip as he moved. Something about his actions made me feel feral. It wasn’t a want anymore. I needed him. 

Dieter must have sensed my growing need, suddenly lowering my leg and sliding his large hands around my hips. With a firm grip, he lifted them up off the mattress and notched himself at my entrance. I watched our reflections in the mirrored ceiling as he slowly sank in, stretching me around his length. The sight and feeling of him forced incoherent sounds from my lips. He let out a loud hiss through his teeth as he sunk in to the hilt. His eyes fluttered shut as his jaw went slack, his head briefly dropping back in ecstasy. The position he put me in had opened my hips up in a way they never had been during sex, allowing him in deeper, eliciting a pleasure I had never felt.

He leaned forward slightly, tucking one arm around my lower back, causing it to arch further, increasing the friction of his movements against my center. He set a steady rhythm, rolling his hips and thrusting upward in a way that hit all the right spots perfectly. His free hand slid up my abdomen to knead my breast and roll my nipples between his fingertips causing my skin to pebble all over. He let out a quiet moan at the way my body responded to his touch. I soon found myself fisting the sheets and coming undone again before he had even broken out into a sweat.

A satisfied smile slid across his face as I clenched down around him and groaned loudly with my release, “That’s it sweetheart, let it go.” His breathy voice was deeper and more husky than I had ever heard it. It was so fucking sexy. I wanted to tell him to stop calling me sweetheart, but deep down, it was only stoking the flames further. I think he knew it too, which is why he kept saying it.  

He gently lowered my hips to the bed while I tried to catch my breath. He shifted to hover above me on his elbows, somehow managing to leave us joined through it all. His fingers worked to brush away the stray hairs that were sticking to my sweaty face, his lips trailing behind them. I caught his mouth with mine, kissing him deeply as my hands wandered over his body. He began moving again, tucking his knees under my thighs to slightly elevate my hips. I arched up into him as he hit just the right spot deep inside of me. The way he moved was causing the base of his cock to rub against my clit in a way that was already making my whole body quiver and shake toward another release as my legs tightened around his hips. One of his arms slid underneath my lower back, holding me snugly against his chest, further increasing the friction as he continued to massage my tongue with his. 

All of his movements seemed to be calculated. Every touch and every angle were done with a single purpose - to give pleasure, not take it. He knew exactly what I needed and how to get me there. I didn’t have to tell him, because he was reading the cues. He was working my body in ways I never thought possible and satisfying every craving that I ever had that had gone unfulfilled. Yet, he was awakening a primal hunger that I didn’t think would ever be satiated.  

He began to quicken the pace of his thrusts, which finally sent both of us over the edge together. The room filled with sounds of our heavy breathing and loud moans as he finally spilled into me.  Our eyes remained locked on each other through our releases. It was intimate and unexpected, making my heart skip a few beats. He wasn’t afraid to show the vulnerable side of himself as he lost control - not holding back any of his soft whimpers. I found myself wanting to see it again and again. 

Dieter nearly collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my neck as he worked to catch his breath. My fingers instinctively combed through his messy curls as I did the same. Eventually, he moved to kiss me again, nibbling on my chin as he pulled out with a groan to lay at my side. He was quiet for a few minutes, now seeming unsure of himself as he finally spoke up, “Do you want me to leave now?” His words came out almost in a whisper, sounding sad, like it was inevitable. He didn’t look my way, instead he stared toward the doorway as he waited for my response. I could see his expression in the mirrored ceiling. He looked sad, like he was fighting back his emotions.

I could feel my brows pinching together, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. “Why would I want you to leave?” I asked. 

His lips set into a tight line as he shrugged, “Because people usually don’t want me to stay…after.” 

I shifted to lay on my side so that I was facing him. I placed my hand under his chin, turning his head so he was looking at me, “I never want you to leave me after…”

He stared up at me with his sad puppy eyes before turning his body to face mine, burying his face in my side and hugging my thighs against his chest. “Is this ok?” he asked against my bare skin. My fingers moved back to strum through his hair, “Of course it is. It always will be.”  

I suddenly felt sad for him, wondering what had happened in his life that would make him ask those questions. I had the overwhelming urge to shower him in affection. I had a feeling he hadn’t gotten a lot of that, in recent years at least. Then again, I hadn’t really had that either.

I felt his hand rub up and down the back of my thigh, his head suddenly popped up to look at me, “Did you still wanna soak in the tub? I know the last few days have been tough on you. I don’t want you to be sore or anything. I can get it ready for you…if you want?” 

I glanced at the clock, it was almost 11:30 PM. “I dunno, it’s getting late.” 

Dieter kissed my hip, “If you wanna sleep in, I’ll go grab us some breakfast in the morning.”

I smiled, “You’re making that really hard to turn down, Bravo.”  

He was massaging my hip now, with a small smile on his lips. It felt amazing. 

“I wanna take care of you. Gotta keep these hips in working order,” he leaned down and kissed where he had just been rubbing as his hand slid down to grip my ass cheek. 

He’s definitely an ass man. I laughed, “Ok, fine. You win, but only if you join me.” 

He smiled against my skin, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

I stretched out on the bed, watching as he moved around the room to prepare the bath, still completely naked and confident. As he waited for it to fill, he gathered towels from the bathroom then added salts to the water, occasionally checking the temperature. Once it was halfway full, he stepped in and sat down, “Oooh fuck, this might be too hot.” 

I laughed, “That means it’s perfect then.”

He shook his head, muttering out, “Nope. Nope. Nope.”  Then he moved to adjust the temperature of the running water.

Once he settled against the backrest, I got up to join him, piling my hair up into a messy bun along the way. He spread his legs wide so I could sit between his thighs and lean against his chest. I scoffed, “Nope. It could be warmer.” I sat up to adjust the temperature again while he laughed. We were quiet until the tub was full. I reached to shut off the water then got comfortable against him. His thumbs moved to massage into my neck, then down the back side of my shoulders. After several minutes, the rest of his fingers joined in, digging into the top muscles. His motions elicited a quiet moan from me as my head dropped back to his chest. His fingers made their way to the front side, massaging around the base of my neck, then moved down the sides of my arms. 

My eyes drifted closed, “Mmm, I wasn’t aware that a massage was part of this.”

Dieter’s lips brushed against my ear, “I told you, I wanna take care of you. That position I had you in can do a number on your neck and back.”

I sighed, “I’m not really sure what to do with this. I’m not used to aftercare.” 

He scoffed, “That shouldn’t surprise me. I hope he was at least a decent lay.” 

I laughed, “No. He wasn’t. He fucking sucked. I usually had to take care of things myself. He was a very selfish lover. Always wanting and taking. Half the time I just felt like his plaything to be used as he saw fit, then discarded when he was done. He typically didn’t stick around after either.” 

Dieter nuzzled into my neck, “That’s a terrible feeling that I know all too well. I promise, I’ll never do that to you.” 

I turned so that I could see his face, “I’ll never do it to you either…People would really ask you to leave after?”

He pursed his lips in thought, “Yeah, I mean…it was just hookups. It was never meant to be more than that. Either they asked me to leave, or they would leave without a word. It was better in a lot of ways…didn’t have to go through the awkward morning after thing. It’s just sort of what I’ve come to expect I guess.” 

I turned away, now staring at the water, “Why did you do it?”

He sighed, squirming under me a little, “Ummm, that’s more complicated. Most of the time I was so coked out I’m not even sure if I knew what I was doing. Other times, it was an escape…to feel something else and nothing else at the same time…but there was never any connection there. It was just about forgetting my problems and having a fun time.” 

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, suddenly worried that’s all this was to him. An escape. He must have sensed it because his arms tightened around me as he leaned his cheek against mine, “It’s not like that with you. Don’t worry. I told you…this means something to me. You’re making me feel things I didn’t know possible…want things I’ve never wanted because I was too afraid.” 

His voice wavered, which took me by surprise. I turned to face him again, searching his sad eyes. “What were you afraid of?” I asked.

He reached to entwine his fingers with mine on his chest, his eyes turning glassy as he stared at them, “In simple terms…rejection, abandonment, pain, loss. I didn’t feel like I was worthy of being loved. There’s a lot to unpack there, and I don’t wanna do that tonight. I just wanna be with you.” 

I smiled, releasing his hand and reaching to pull his face toward mine so I could look at him. We took each other in for a moment before he leaned down and captured my lips with his. I shifted to straddle his thighs as his arms snaked around me. We spent some time making out as our hands explored each other. It never progressed beyond that. I couldn’t remember the last time I had an intimate moment like this that didn’t turn sexual. It was actually kind of nice just being together. When we finally broke apart, Dieter buried his face in my chest, and hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my fingers instinctively going to his fluffy curls. He sighed contentedly, “I can’t believe this is happening right now.” 

I chuckled, “I honestly can’t either…”

“You fought a good fight. I wasn’t sure if you were gonna give in or not,” he mumbled out against my neck.

I scoffed, “Excuse me? You didn’t know I was into you.” 

I felt his rumbling laugh, “Oh I one hundred percent did.” 

I tugged his hair to lean his head back so I could look at him, “Since when?”

He shrugged, “Since last week for sure.”

My head shook from side to side in disbelief, “And here I thought I was doing a good job at hiding it.” 

He laughed, “Maybe for a little while, but no, not recently…I think the water is getting cold.”

I puffed air out of my cheeks, “Yeah it is.”

I slid back off his thighs, then he moved to stand and grab a towel. After helping me to my feet, he began drying me off. Once he was satisfied, he tucked the towel in around my torso, then gave my ass a squeeze as I stepped out of the tub. I squealed, reaching for his towel, then turned to return the favor of getting him dry. 

As I rubbed the towel over his chest, I suddenly felt shy as I asked, “Are you gonna stay with me tonight?”

He smirked, “If you want me to…I mean, I was kinda planning on it…” 

Relief flooded through me. I couldn’t meet his eyes as I spoke, “Good. I wasn’t sure…”

His fingers found their way to my chin and lifted it upward so that I was looking at him, “I’m gonna be wherever you are until you tell me to fuck off.” I couldn’t help laughing. He always had a way with words. 

We didn’t even bother to get dressed before snuggling into bed, tangling our limbs together and making out like a couple of teenagers. I wanted to feel all of him as I drifted off to sleep and I made sure he knew it. He didn’t hesitate to wrap himself around me once we finally settled down. It was the best night’s sleep I had had in a very long time, and I knew it was because of him. 

Next: Week 5 (Part 4)

A/N: Are you all screaming right now? I'm screaming because FINALLY! Took them long enough, right? Could that build up have been any slower? Dieter was taking a chance when he asked to keep going...it was a rather delicate dance on his part. We will hear from him in Part 4, which I currently have no ETA on as I haven't started it yet. (I know, I'm SORRY!)

Poor Kat just couldn't catch a break in this chapter. Just when she was finally going to do something about her little ache, Dieter had to ruin it. He was literally driving her crazy in every way possible. 🤭

What do you think about Dieter's song choices? Was he trying to make a statement?

Can we talk about how much he wants to take care of her (and honestly enjoys it)? He's too damn cute.

Also, can we talk about the sex? Do you think he's about to give Kat some new experiences? If so, how open do you think she'll be to them?

We got some small revelations about Dieter's past. What are your thoughts on that? We have more to unpack there...

✨This chapter's video is a little different. It was made by two of the dance professionals from DWTS (who are married in real life). I love watching these two dance together because their chemistry is off the charts. They are dancing to the same song that Dieter and Kat will be dancing the Rumba too. Honestly, I think their version is better than the one from the actual music video. Give it a watch and enjoy!

Click HERE for the video.

✨THE LIFTS: I’ve included gifs for reference on the lifts. The first two gifs go together. I had to split them because tumblr has a ridiculous size limit.😒

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[muffindaddystyles]

more anxious reader and harry!!! if you don’t mind 😘😘

ANXIOUS READER SHOPPING LINGERIE WITH HARRY OUF IT'S A ROLLERCOASTER

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When Harry offered Y/N to take her to shopping. Lingerie shopping more specifically, to make up for ripping her favourite flowery bralette the night prior. Did she vapourise out of shyness? No. She’s more than comfortable with Harry, in his space, in his bed, in his embrace – the only thing's that she has never been to lingerie shops.

She buys her undergarments from online stores, awkwardly enough Harry doesn’t know that.

It’s easier to spend time looking for the pieces without getting worried of different things and the fact getting measured whilst standing alien like in one of the posh stalls gives her creeps.

But this’s Harry. She could try to get out of her comfort zone for him, sometimes it’s fun and chill other times it projectiles her into straight panic.

This’s one of those moments as he brought her to the custom Gucci store. A place where everyone knows him and his likes and Y/N really doesn’t want all of them to let know that they’re here to shop for her tits.

While the staff is welcoming and sweet all Y/N could feel is her palm getting sweaty and slippery in Harry’s hand. It shouldn’t be a big deal. It’s a womanly thing and Y/N should be proud of it but since she was small, passing by these bold and sexy shops always had her face hot and pink – nothing to the day has changed.

“Don’t you think these are too much?” She asks Harry softly who’s plucking out pair after pair of dark themed sheer sets. Exact opposite of lilacs, tangerines, blues and flowery and fruity patterns Y/N wears.

“Not buying all of these fo’ you if that’s what ye’ worried of,” He scoffs playfully waving his hand at her knowing if he would even want to she wouldn’t let him, “Then for your side hoe?” She whispers to him with equal playfulness in attempt to make herself comfortable to surroundings.

Harry leans in and steals a chaste peck from her bitten lips, “You’re the only hoe I care for.”

“Now shoo away before I buy the whole store for you.” He turns her from her shoulders and pushes her towards the changing room, “What?” Confused and tangled in the silk curtain of stall Y/N cranes her neck up at him in bafflement.

“I’ll have to try these out?” She murmurs shifting her weight from one foot to another. Harry frowns down at her gently in concern cupping her cheek to make her look him in eyes, “You don’t want to bunny?”

“I don’t have a problem if it makes you happy.” She tells him honestly. Harry shakes his head vigorously making them step and disappear behind the curtain, “You tell me. Will it make you happy?” He emphasises on his words gazing her intensely and Y/N gulps thinking it’s time to tell him the truth.

Her hand brushes his wrist as she lifts it to push her hair back and smiles nervously when Harry does that for her, “It’s just.. I’ve never been to lingerie shops—..” She says in one breather and Harry brows shoots up in surprise.

“You could’ve just told me so lovie’.. could’ve asked Harris to send some sets at home.” He runs his thumb over her plushy bottom lip and chin, hands falling to grab her fidgety ones.

“I just didn’t want to make a fool out of my self.” She pouts and Harry chuckles, asking his infamous question whenever they’re somewhere new to adjust.

“On the rate of 1 to 10, howa ya feelin’?” He rubs her arms and Y/N squints one eye up at him comically, “7ish...?” His presence and his scent makes everything more sufferable.

“Wanna go home?” He tosses the sets that were slinging over his arm on the small ottoman, “No. Lemme try these out please?” Y/N smiles timidly grasping his hand and kissing his knuckles.

“D’ya want me to stay here with you?” He asks to be polite quickly pulling the already closed curtains to make sure nothing’s visible when Y/N starts stripping from her sweater and brown pants, “Overshly.” She mimics his accent holding back a surprised squealing giggle when Harry gropes plumy flesh of her ass and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Oooh straight out of fifty shades..” Harry sing songs adjusting the straps of the bra right on her shoulders, caressing a knuckle up Y/N’s neck and Y/N’s head snaps to take a look at herself in the mirror – jaw slacking and hands shooting to cover her itty-bitties.

“What’s the purpose if it doesn’t covers anything!?” She whisper yells and Harry gives the cheekiest smile he could’ve dig, “Your crotch’s showing that’s the purpose babyyy.”

“Don’t you like it?” He gives her puppy eyes as she hesitates to move her hands away, her nips showing through the sheer stuff, “I mean it’s too much skin–“

“You could wear it in our bedroom only, whatever makes you feel safe.” At the moment she feels like Harry’s her little stylist who’s trying to make her tumble into bolder options and helping her ward her fears off, “’kay only for you.”

“Only for me.” He chirps back joyfully. His eyes oozing with adoration and endearment for his girlfriend, “What?” She giggles nervously sensing his intense stare glued to her, wobbly on her footing trying to slip her leg through panties of another set.

“Nothin’.. ‘s just you’re really,” He unhooks his chin from his finger and sponges a tiny kiss atop Y/N's nose not caring if someone in the next stall hears them, “..pretty.”

“Freak.” She glares him teasingly shaky fingers tiring out from reaching for a clasp for the hundredth time, which indeed didn’t go unnoticed by Harry.

“It’s okay, you’ve got me.” He coos softly to calm her down brushing the warm pads of his finger up her spine, lips dipping into a tender smile when Y/N gasps – eyes fluttering shut as he tightens the hook and tugs her back to his chest making her tits appear more plump and kissable.

“Look at you bunny..” He mutters toying with the tiny silk bow that rests beautifully between her cleavage, “Angels wants to know your secrets.” The mirror infront of them turning foggy from their hot breaths and Y/N’s thighs comes clenching as Harry trails his touch around the perfect roundness of her bum feeling the softness of her skin and the silk panties she’s wearing.

Flustered and giddy she watches him step away, tousle his curls and adjust his trousers then gestures her to do a little spin for him.

“Harry stop! You’re embarrassing me.” She mumbles. Not able to resist from shying and stuffing her face against his bicep when Harry wolf whistled and the whole store got to know someone’s getting it tonight.

When it was time to get back into her own garments Y/N was a little too dangerously tippling over the edge, because she wasn’t able to find them in the pile and that made her all panicky, “Hey, hey bunny. ‘s alright. Did you really think I was g'na let ‘em out of my sight..” He fishes her bra and panties out of his pocket shaking his head when Y/N inhales a sigh of relief.

“Silly girl. Burning herself for stupid things, it was just some undies. What could’ve been worse? I would’ve just bought you nice and comfy ones ‘cos overshly I’d love to rip one once we reach home and these expensive ones wouldn’t do.”

“You’re really my comfort person, you know that?” Y/N grins popping her head through the neckline of her sweater.

“No time for being sappy. It’s a sexy time baby.” Harry all but rolls his eyes spreading his palm flat to take her hand and step outside together.

[ragingbookdragon]

ufonaut regularly goes around gatekeeping comics and harassing other dc fans for no reason, sorry they came after you😣 you should block them if you havent already

Yeah, I’m aware. For a lack of a better word, they’re a cunt. I have friends who left the dc fandom because of shit like this but the only reason I haven’t is because I’m an annoyingly stubborn asshole and I’m not going to leave. I carved my place here and I’m keeping it. They think that by kicking out the “fake fans” that they’re doing the fandom a service. They’re not, they’re just fucking it up for the rest of us and forcing good fans out and new fans.

I can get behind writing essays on your favorite characters and trying to educate others but you don’t have the right to harass other people and tell them that just because they don’t fucking read every comic that they’re not fans. Wanna know how I got into DC? I watched the shows as a kid. I played the Arkham games. Then I started getting into the comics. I didn’t read a single comic until like…2018? I don’t have the time. So I get my panels and information from the wiki and I think I do a pretty good job of being a fan—whatever the fuck the criteria is, I don’t fucking know or care. We’re all fans here, there is no greater or lesser or fake or real.

Whether you read every comic or only one, whether you love characters because of obscure panels, whether you’ve only played the games or watched the shows or movies (animated or live), you are a validated fan. We’re here to enjoy our favorite characters not be assholes to each other and deem one another true fans and fake fans. If you engage in the fandom, you’re a fan, plain and simple. There is no fake fan vs real fan and they need to get over themselves if they think they are. “Real” dc fans wouldn’t act like cunts to other people.

But they can kiss my white ass 😘

-Thorne

[isabellehemlock]

I wanna play!

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😘😘

I saved yours for last because I knew I was going to get all sappy lol. Thanks for sending me a strawberry 🍓

Let's start with something light and work our way to the core nugget of all the feels 🥲

Maybe it's not so much a compliment per se, but it's downright comical how alike we are here when it comes to our fandom consumption and how we had no idea about so many things like not even two years ago 😅 And we still keep learning new things where we both go, "Wait, what??" And yes, that line is included in the fic lol.

So, since I've been making memes for all these asks, here's our now familiar one that gets dropped a plenty in the server lol

BUT! Probably one of the best joys I have discovered in our friendship is how much we both treasure the journey ~ emotional intelligence, humility in never pretending we know everything, embracing the emotional depths and doing that emotional labor for growth. We know that what worked five years ago, won't today, and what worked today, won't five years from now!

We love to learn and explore and expand and yet, we aren't naive - it is a daily choice to remain kind and so I'm adding a second set of pics that made me think of us:

So when I think of you, I think of safe spaces - literally ready to create them at the drop of a hat for any friend, of someone who understands boundaries are a form of self care, who holds space for me because she knows I will do the same for her. Who is kind, so kind, and for you, I would travel 1,828 miles for 💗

And when I reflect on the joy you brought me on my birthday: a perfect opportunity to expand my own boundary around gifts - by giving me something with love, with no expectation - not only because of who you are, but by how personal you made it! You listened to me ramble on about how much it would mean for an aspec Christian to see that visual representation of an interfaith LGBT+ married couple in media - and you made it happen with the beautiful art you commissioned.

Dammit, now I'm getting teary - but y'all, look:

And once I realized what I was seeing, and that you commissioned this for me, I tried to capture my overflowing joy as I literally babbled in high pitched squeals as I wheezed on about the beauty of it all. You did that for me, because you love me, because you asked me about my why, and you heard me and wanted me to feel seen - so there ya go.

That's who you are to me Tini, someone who sees me, and still loves me the same. And it's so beautifully mutual. You are funny, and safe, and an Aries lol, and kind, and a dear pocket friend. Much love my darling ~ and I hope you have the best week 💕

[queen-of-love-and-beauty]

For the AU list, can you take at least three? 19, 45 & 48. And of course, the ship is Philinda 😊❤❤. Thank you in advance 😘

48. meeting again at a high school reunion au

The Bethesda High School gym looked even sadder with the paper streamers and half-deflated balloons scattered all over the floor.

At least this was a reunion and not prom, there had to be strong alchohol somewhere, Melinda hoped.

She realized her tight, black dress was too scandalous for her hometown high school reunion. It wasn’t too short and it showed no cleveage but Melinda still attracted stares, and even a few whistles, while she walked in. They were most likely all boys she had turned down and didn’t remember. The awkward thing was; she could see the wedding bands on their fingers.

Melinda tried the punch and curled her nose as the acidy after-taste. She should have pre-gamed before she left the house. Or maybe she wanted to drink because her mother was already pestering her about settling down and starting over. Melinda had mentioned one idea and her mother was already re-decorating her old room.

She looked around. A few women were looking at her, or better, staring and whispering. Melinda sighed. She had not been the most popular in high school, but she had also not been mean or a bully. She had had a group of friends to count on and had always been nice to to other girls. She didn’t understand why women in their forties felt the need to regress to a teenage state of mind to make themselves feel better.

Melinda scanned the room. She saw him and gasped before she could control it. Phil Coulson had still the same dorky look on his face, made even worse by the black hipster glasses he had on. He still smiled the same warm, inviting smile, however.

She let him come to her. Melinda knew he would. If there was one thing she could count on, was Phil’s friendship. Even though they had not seen each other in years and had only kept in touch through Facebook messenger and liked pictures.

“I was wondering when you’d show up and cause a disturbance,” he said, stopping a few feet away from her and stuffing his hands in his khakis pant pockets.

Melinda smirked. “I don’t have any pranks planned for tonight.”

“That is enough to cause all the excitement this party needed,” Phil said, jerking his chin toward the dress.

Melinda knew she was blushing and didn’t understand why. She chuckled, looking him up and down.

“You still look like the same nerd who read too many comics,” she said.

Phil pretended to be shocked. “How rude! And here I was complimenting you.”

“Mine was a compliment too. Most people here look like time punched them in the face.”

They laughed together, not bothering to care when a few heads turned their way. Melinda bit her lip, studying the dark shirt he was wearing. He did look good.

“I’m sorry to hear about your divorce,” she said, fidgeting with the clutch she had not even wanted to bring.

Phil smiled.

“Sometimes the timing just isn’t right,” Melinda said.

He nodded and took a sip of his beer. “Well, big city living was fun and so was teaching at a university but I think Daisy is going to like Bethesda.”

Melinda blinked. “Daisy?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fostering her. She’s eight and a ball of energy.”

“So you’re moving back home?”

Phil shrugged. “I’ll give it a shot. Daisy has never been in one place for more than a month and is sick of cities and apartments. She deserves a backyard to run around in.”

Melinda smiled watching how his eyes lit up when he spoke about the girl. “That sounds nice.”

“I’m so rude, I spent all this time talking about me. What’s up with you.”

“Funny enough I’m also considering moving back. My mom is getting older and her health is fragile. Plus...after what happened...”

Phil nodded. “I saw it on the news. You did good, got all the hostages out.”

Melinda sank her fingernails in the leather of her clutch. “After a while law enforcement becomes too much. I haven’t been back since.”

Phil took a step closer and placed his hand over hers. “Well then, Melinda May, maybe this reunion wasn’t all bad.”

[ratherembarrassing]

A REALLY, REALLY LONG LIST OF THINGS I LOVED OR OTHERWISE HAD VERY STRONG EMOTIONS OVER IN SUPERGIRL 221, SCENE BY SCENE BECAUSE THERE WERE TOO MANY TO WRANGLE INTO ANY FORM OF ARTICULATENESS -- a list by me

THE PREVIOUSLIES

remember that time rhea and lena went on a date? good, me too.

the previouslies also reminded me that lena was wearing open toed shoes in a laboratory. hmph.

THE BEDROOM SCENE THAT RUINED MY MORNING

lena, lena’s face, and lena’s dress: all beautiful

BUT HOW LONG WAS SHE ASLEEP

WHO PUT HER IN THAT BEAUTIFUL DRESS

WAS IT QUEEN RHEA HERSELF

DID SHE BRUSH LENA’S HAIR TOO

DID SHE STROKE IT TENDERLY

DID SHE WHISPER, ‘GAY MARRIAGE ISN’T LEGAL ON DAXAM, AND DESPITE BEING A MONARCHY I CANNOT CHANGE THAT. BUT OH, FOR YOU I WISH I COULD. ALAS YOU MUST MARRY MY USELESS SON INSTEAD. BUT PLEASE KNOW I WISH IT WAS I WOULD WAS MARRYING YOU, LENA LUTHOR. I WISH IT WAS I.’

i mean. *cough*

i’m literally paused at 00:33 right now. this is going to be long.

‘i’ve been taking care of you.’ ‘...but i did it for you, too. i mean what i said on the ground, you are a marvel. and i know that you are meant for bigger things, better things. this is a planet of wasted potential and you represent the best of your race. i’m going to make a society worthy of you.’ ‘you’re where you belong: beside me, presiding over this new world that we will create together.’

I’M SORRY I’M STILL CONFUSED ABOUT HOW ANY OF THIS NECESSITATED LENA MARRYING MON-FUCKING-USELESS AND NOT RHEA HERSELF. CAUSE QUEENY CERTAINLY SEEMS DOWN.

‘supergirl tried to stop you. i should have stopped you.’

the thing i love about lena luthor is that her default position is the same as winn’s: by being her very best human self, she can be a hero too. 😘

‘you lied to me and used me.’

WHEN WILL SOMEONE LOVE THIS GIRL FOR REAL *SMOTHERS LILLIAN WITH A PILLOW*

CHAOS ON THE STREETS

GIANT RHEA HEAD.

photos of maggie with that shotgun have been all over the internet for weeks and yet seeing it on tv WAS STILL VERY EXCELLENT.

‘is maggie safe?’

winn my smol son, your love for those girls fills my heart.

ALEX NOT LOOKING BEFORE SHE LEAPS. IN FACT THE VERY OPPOSITE OF THAT.

i’m so glad they have finally worked out a way to film kara carrying people because that was getting awkward.

OH MY GOD THOUGH, ALEXANDRA DANVERS.

GIANT RHEA HEAD.

it bears repeating.

MEANWHILE, IN SPACE

‘what you do need me for?’ asks mon-el.

YOU SAID IT BUDDY.

‘and who’s the lucky earthling that won the marry an alien invader sweepstakes?’

HIS FACE WAS A FACE THAT SAID ‘OH MY GIRLFRIEND IS GOING TO BE SO MAD WHEN SHE FINDS OUT I’M MARRYING HER GIRLFRIEND.’

MEANWHILE, IN THE UNNAMED ALIEN BAR THAT ALL OF PLANET EARTH KNOWS ABOUT

HUGS FOR JAMES

HUGS FROM KARA

HUGS FROM ALEX

(I BET THERE WAS HUGS FROM WINN)

KISSES FOR MAGGIE

alex’s ridiculous grabby hands 😍

‘i’m so glad that when things look their worst we both thought to run straight to a bar.’

UH?????

LILLIAN IS HERE TO BE VERY TALL AND OF SERVICE

HOW DID SHE FIND THEM???

HOW DID SHE KNOW THEY HAVE LENA???

WHERE IS DEAN CAIN???

(look. there is some very serious fuckery going on in superhero comics these days. steve rogers is a goddamn nazi. so this whole teaming up with genocidal xenophobes thing is a little uncomfortable. and by a little uncomfortable i mean i really wish they had not done this.)

‘and we can save our loved ones and this city.’ ‘you mean your daughter who you kidnapped and framed?’

YOU TELL HER, KARA.

‘the love i feel for my daughter is real.’

UH???

brenda strong needs to get out of here because for half a second i actually believed lillian AND I DON’T ACTUALLY BELIEVE LILLIAN.

LONG DISTANCE FACETIME

(also rhea was referred to as my lord, which was... very 1980s gender politics of them.)

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ENTIRE EVERYTHING WAS EVERYTHING AMAZING

CAT

CAT IS HERE

CAT IS HERE AND IS HANGING OUT WITH THE PRESIDENT AND IS HERE TO SPEECHIFY ABOUT HOW AWESOME WOMEN ARE.

‘i’m cat grant, known on earth as queen of all media.’

‘i have brokered peace between kanye and taylor swift.’

‘we’ve all read the t-shirts.’

and then cat stepped in it and THEN AIR FORCE ONE FELL OUT OF THE SKY AND CAT FELL OUT OF AIR FORCE ONE AND KARA SAVED CAT FROM FALLING OUT OF THE SKY AND HONESTLY I’M NEVER RECOVERING FROM THAT BEING A THING THAT HAPPENED.

DID I MENTION THAT I AM SO, SO GLAD THAT THEY FINALLY WORKED OUT HOW TO FILM KARA CARRYING PEOPLE?

BECAUSE I’M PRETTY DAMN GLAD THEY WORKED THAT OUT.

‘well at least tell me you’re still a democrat.’

CAT I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.

HAIL, HAIL, THE GANG’S ALL HERE

WINN HUGGED CAT

CAT KIND OF HUGGED HIM BACK

‘it’s very french resistance.’

so... the deo. ‘well, you do a bang-up job,’ she says, eyeing the sky full of alien spaceships.

CAT I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.

‘i just hitched a ride with olivia... she was my RA at radcliffe, and i’m having this vague memory of walking into the dorm bathroom and seeing ET in a bathrobe and i thought it was the pot brownies but...’ ‘and darling i love you just the way you are, scales and all.’

and then madeleine albright called.

CAT I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.

CAT WENT TO RADCLIFFE.

CAT AND THE PRESIDENT DEFINITELY HAD A THING.

CAT HAS BEEN BACK FOR ALL OF FIVE MINUTES AND IS APPARENTLY THE GAYEST OF THEM ALL OKAY THANKS BYE.

alex is in charge!

alas, she is in charge of making terrible choices. sorry, alex.

SPACE: THE TASTY FRONTIER

‘the prince and his beautiful, brilliant bride-to-be...’

STILL NOT CONVINCED RHEA DOESN’T WANT TO MARRY LENA HERSELF.

lena luthor: SO. FUCKING. DONE.

i’m really into what rhea did with her makeup though.

‘we are not getting married, and we are *gags* certainly not giving you an heir.’

lol.

PROCREATION VIA LOCKS OF HAIR.

[INSERT FIVE THOUSAND YEARS OF SCREAMING HERE]

LENA’S FACE IS SO. SO!!!!!!

‘i hope for the best but prepare for the worst.’

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?!?!

if they, oh god, if they actually make this child, oh my god, IF NEXT SEASON LENA HAS SOME KIND OF BABY OFFSPRING OUT THERE IN THE UNIVERSE SOMEWHERE. I. OH GOD, I AM FAINT AT THE POSSIBILITY. OH MY GOD, FAM. OH MY GOD.

i need to just put this feeling in a box and set the box on fire and bury the ashes in a pit the size of the grand canyon because OH MY GOD.

‘yes, you’ve made your feelings for me abundantly clear, lena’.

RHEA IS VERY UPSET THAT LENA DOESN’T WANT TO BE FAMILY WITH HER.

THE LUTHOR FAMILY CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL

‘you care about the little people.’

IS LENA LUTHOR ACTUALLY THE SWEETEST PERSON ON THE PLANET?

(how much fun do you think teri was actually having devouring all that scenery and threatening to murder sick children? on a scale of 1 to 10 i assume it was about a 15.)

MANDATORY DANVERS SISTERS SCENE #1

‘mon-el and lena are still up there... imagine if it was maggie.’

mhmm.

TRASH QUEEN CAT GRANT

someone actually thanked kara for saving them.

and of course it was cat, because of course it was cat.

‘it’s my boyfriend and my best friend.’ ‘...but all i can think about is the two people i love...’

mhmm.

cat: it’s human. kara: i’m not human. you know she thought it.

HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I MISSED CAT SO DAMN MUCH?

even when she’s being a little bit fetishistic about the spiritual enlightenment of ~foreigners~, i guess.

but honestly, GO SAVE THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE, OTHERWISE WTF IS THE POINT OF LIVING? not the worst advice ever.

‘i’ve really missed your advice, ms grant.’ ‘yeah, and i’ve really missed giving it.’

SHE’S REALLY MISSED GIVING ADVICE.

PLEASE COME BACK.

‘that is still so...’

HOT. SHE WAS GOING TO SAY HOT.

something something exposition

I LOVE YOU MY SMOL SON WINN.

sidebar: i can’t believe they just randomly introduced the very real threat of being sent to the phantom zone and there was nothing from kara on that being a thing that she’d probably really like to not have happen.

‘i’m the queen of distraction.’ 😍

and also the queen of loving winn, god bless.

robohank is an actual asshat, i’m glad they never forget that.

WINN AND KARA HAVE ZERO SUBTLETY.

MANDATORY DANVERS SISTERS SCENE #2

‘i know you’re fast but just be faster.’

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OMINOUS SCENE OF FORESHADOWING

‘you know my real identity, but you never told lena. why is that?’ ‘eventually she’ll find out on her own. find out you’ve been lying all this time. and when she does she’ll hate you for it.’

LENA IS GOING TO FIND OUT.*

ALL MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE. ALL MY DREAMS ARE HAPPENING.

but lord does lillian not know her daughter, the sweetest person on the whole entire planet apparently, at all.

i’ve been team lena needs to find out and be pissed all season but never really thought that was going to happen. then with the doubling down on BFFs 4 EVA that’s been going on the last few weeks i was starting to think there was a chance they would actually go there, but after this?!? hahahahahah, there’s no way. or rather, there is away, and sometimes these writers are total hacks, so there is is definitely a way. but man, there’s no way.

(ideally: she’s going to be so hurt, and it’s going to break my heart, but she’ll understand. because that’s my bb space princess. she understands.)*

‘when this is over, we go back to being enemies.’ ‘i look forward to it.’

if people ask me why i actually love this show, this moment will be what i show them. i’ve watched it like seven times now and i’m still laughing.

SPACE WEDDING

THAT DRESS.

honestly, it looks like something from project runway’s wearable art week. fabulous.

‘yeah, i’m good.’

😘

ngl, i’m sad they didn’t manage to get through the ceremony. not that it means anything, BUT I WANTED THEM TO BE MARRIED.

RIP CATCO.

two days ago, @poppyssupergirl​ asked what kind of candle cat would have around, and I WAS 100% VINDICATED BY THIS EPISODE.

‘i’m going to have to burn sage for like a century’

cat, let me get you the number of a journalist in riverdale who engages in casual occultism.

also, how does cat know what a west hollywood gym smells like?

‘where is james olsen? this is the biggest story in the history of the world.’

NO ONE CARES ABOUT JOURNALISM ANYMORE, CAT. NO ONE.

‘james is hiding like a coward.’ ‘and kiera? where is she?’ ‘she’s also a coward.’

because on no planet anywhere does cat not know, i like to believe that sometimes she just... forgets. that little face at the end is her brain reminding her because, oh yeah, kara is not also a coward. does not compute.

‘i’ve got a very trusted agent on my 6′

MAGGIE IS THE VERY TRUSTED AGENT ON ALEX’S 6.

SPACE WEDDING INTERRUPTUS

(teri hatcher is so fucking pretty holy heck.)

acting regent? that’s... different.

ngl, i definitely screamed DAMMIT CAT, THEY DIDN’T EVEN GET TO THE KISS. because i enjoy some terrible things.

GIANT CAT HEAD.

‘they promise to make our world great again.’

lololol.

LENA IS INSPIRED BY CAT.

‘not going anywhere.’

ARE YOU COMING BACK FOR REAL THOUGH????? DON’T TOY WITH ME, WOMAN.

‘it’s a shame your politics are so intractable. you’re very useful.’ ‘my politics? i thought it was my alien genetics that were the problem.’ ‘just take the compliment.’

WHY COULDN’T WE HAVE HAD THIS SHOW ALL SEASON?

‘do your thing R2.’

KARA MADE A STAR WARS REFERENCE.

‘that’s my girl.’

LEAVE LENA ALONE, YOU MONSTER.

SERIOUSLY, WHY DO YOU WANT HER????

‘as your prince, i order you to lay down your weapons and let us go...yeah, i didn’t think that was going to work either.’

SO GLAD YOU FINALLY THOUGHT TO TRY SOMETHING, USELESS.

i really only mention this bit for the OH SO CASUAL WAY LENA JUST STROLLS BY, TAKES THE GUN, AND THEN SHOOTS THE GUARD NBD, AND IS LIKE FFS LET’S GO.

her stompy little wander off 😘

‘break that.’ ‘this?’ [EYE ROLL] ‘yeah.’

😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

‘i can see why kara loves you.’ ‘likewise.’

*OKAY SO THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT. BECAUSE THERE ARE TWO WAYS TO INTERPRET THAT LIKEWISE.

1. ‘i can see why kara loves you also.’ and thus, lena knows mon-el is mike.

2. ‘i can also see why kara loves me.’ and thus, lena doesn’t know mon-el is mike, but she does know that kara loves her.

I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE I WANT. 

because lena knowing kara loves her? be still my heart.

but lena knowing mon-el is mike? means she probably knows kara is supergirl.

or she’s a fucking moron, which i wouldn’t put it past this show to try to tell me.

ALMOST SPACE PRINCESS IS SO PROUD OF HER MACGYVERING THE THINGO WITH HER SPACE TIARA.

‘HI.’ ‘Hi. UH. KARA DANVERS SENT ME TO GET YOU.’

lena: LITERALLY DOESN’T CARE.

they’re going to try to tell me she’s a fucking moron. 😒

‘you came?’

HELP ME. PLEASE HELP ME. SHE’S SO FUCKING STUNNED THAT HER GOD-AWFUL MONSTER OF A MOTHER CAME.

‘humans only, dear.’

aaaaand that lasted all of three seconds.

lillian, please.

‘i thought you’d finally see my side.’

GET OUT OF HERE, BRENDA STRONG.

i honestly just... WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT?!?! stop trying to make your villains three-dimensional, show, you’re not very good at it and it hurts my brain.

‘where’d they go?’ ‘lillian left us to die.’

yeesh, that’s a bit stark.

winn and kara’s little plan is cute. let’s pretend kara got of the ship and actually cared about herself enough to want to live.

 MEANWHILE AT CATCO

they made cat run 😂

‘okay well it was nice knowing you.’

‘that’s my idea.’ ‘it’s a good idea.’

she really does love winn ❤️

‘thanks, james.’ ‘i’m- guardian.’ ‘oh, honey. i can see your eyes right through the slit.’

YOU KNOW WHO ELSE’S EYES YOU CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH HER GLASSES?

DO YOU?

DO YOU????????

(I’VE MISSED CAT SO FUCKING GOD DAMN MUCH.)

mon-el appears. lena: WHERE’S SUPERGIRL?

HARD SAME, GIRL.

AND THEN SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED ALL AT ONCE

alex: OH MY GOD, DON’T MAKE ME FIRE THE LAZER.

rhea: ‘when my own husband opposed me i killed him. do you really think you can tug at my heartstrings.’

DAMN GIRL, THAT’S COLD.

the lazer: BLASTED OUT OF THE SKY

alex: OH MY GOD I DIDN’T FIRE THE LAZER.

superman: IS HERE.

THE END.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Wait, you have a comic book??

Oh, you must be new :DYes, I do! It’s called BOLT AS BRASS and it’s a fantasy adventure story!

This is the first volume, it came out in 2017. I am working on the second one right now!

BOLT AS BRASS is set in the fantasy world Eakaria, and it tells the story of Lessandero - pictured here on the cover - from the perspective of his best friend Demian. here’s the blurb for the first volume:

“Lessandero does not believe. Not in Gods, or Fate, or Meaning - not in Kilnaes, in whose faith he was raised, whose temple’s roof is his favourite spot in the city. All he cares about is his freedom, and his friends. And maybe girls, and puns, and a drink every once in a while. He’s young, he’s quick-witted, he’s a half-elf in a half-elven empire. Consequences are what happens to other people.Until fate decides to prove him wrong…“

Here’s some peeks at the artwork inside:

If that sounds interesting, you can read the first few pages over here, and it’s available for purchase in my Etsy Shop. There’s also lots of additional artwork and background info over on my artblog nihideadraws.

I hope this answers your question! 😘