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lanabuckybarnes · 4 months ago

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| Secrets That Bite Back |

18+ MINORS DNI

For the longest time America’s star spangled Captain, or as you know him as Steve, has kept a little secret. A secret he thinks he guards well yet the rest of the Avengers seem to know already. Biting the bullet he decides to share this information with you but you have a secret of your own who isn’t too pleased about it.

✧Pairing✧ Bucky Barnes x Agent!Reader

✧Warnings✧ Feelings, Oblivious Reader, Mention of Wet Dreams, Mention of Oral (M), Mentions of PinV, Attempted Confessions, Jealousy, Like real bad, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism (to be safe), Multiple Hard Orgasms, Fingering, Oral (F), Degredation?, [Names: Babydoll, Baby, Bunny], Marking, Unprotected PinV, Dirty Talk, Possesive Behaviour/Words, Creampie, A lil Aftercare (Very brief), Poor Stevie, I feel so bad — If there is any more you find not listed here please be sure to let me know so i can add it.

✧Word Count✧ 1.5K

✧Author Note✧ This entire thing was sprouted from a little drabble I made a few months back that I was going to post but thought I could make something better out of it. Well its been a bit since then but here we are. I’m happy about how this has turned out considering i’ve been hating everything I make as of recently. I very much bully Steve in this fic, I felt so bad writing it. Anyways I hope you enjoy this please let me know what you think of it.

It was no secret that the face of America had a little crush on you. He wasn’t exactly accustomed to hiding his feelings, often wearing his heart on his sleeve, so at the first twinges of love brewing in the Cap’s gut everyone in the compound already knew. Except for you.

You assumed the kind eyes and lady-killing smile were something he did to everyone; he had a reputation to uphold and that meant being nice to everyone, not just his Avengers colleagues.

“Hey Cap” You smiled gently at the sight of his broad frame entering the briefing room, the first one there beside yourself. You couldn’t see it, the way his stiff shoulders visibly drooped at your honey-tinged voice, the creases in his forehead relaxing until there was no evidence of their existence at all. What was there though was a deep rosy blush as memories of the previous night’s dream filled his brain like a disease, coiling around any basic human function he once had full control over malfunctioning.

He remembers the way those perfect lips kissed his own, down over the thick column of his neck and further, until he lost his mind thanks to your expert mouth sucking gently on the head of his cock. How your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he sunk home above you, uncontrollable sounds escaping you as he took you the way he needed; primal, hard but oh so loving. Steve was down bad for you and it was affecting his professional life with you. He’d either have to get rid of you or confess and in no uncertain terms was he getting rid of such a great agent.

The crushing continued; the Cap had fallen short of his word to confess his feelings and the cycle repeating itself. The dreams, the sight of you walking around the compound in the same uniform everyone else wore yet it somehow looked even better on you, then he was making silly little mistakes.

He had made up his mind, psyching himself up in front of his bathroom mirror. This Friday was Avengers movie night, he knew you were there every week and most of his other friends were out drinking or on their own mission, leaving only you, Steve and Bucky — Bucky wouldn’t show up to the movie night so it was perfect — the pair of you cuddled up on the couch, his lips on yours instead of paying any kind of attention to the three-star rated movie that played.

There you were, sitting so cutely curled up under a thick blanket, your hand already fisting large amounts of popcorn into your mouth, your hair unruly and not a trace of makeup in sight. Steve always thought you looked the prettiest like that. He waited until the movie was well and truly underway, gunfire and explosions booming from the speakers before he made his move.

“Uhm”

You turned to him instantly, wide eyes framed with thick lashes staring up at him, “hm?”

God, you were too cute. You were making this hard on the blonde super soldier. Steve moved cautiously, taking both of your hands in his much larger ones, rough thumbs soothing over your knuckles — trying to calm himself down more than anything else. You watched the bulky man in front of you fight internal emotions threatening to bubble forth, his chest heaving with deep breaths before his eyes pinned on you, blue colour thick with determination.

“I-I don't really know how to start this…” Oh no. “I-uh I think you are amazing, an amazing agent, an amazing friend. You are gorgeous, you have such a beautiful soul that shone over me, from my first day off the ice, the rays from your smile have always made me feel alive. What I’m trying to say and failing is that I—“

Your body stiffened as a hand clapped down on your shoulder, cold and hard, glimmering against the harsh lighting of the screen to your right.

Unfortunately for Steve, you had a secret of your own. That secret watched with possessive eyes as Steve melted like hot butter in your presence, watched as the Captain’s eyes raked down your body when your back was turned — he also watched now as Steve sat a little too close to something that was not his stuttering over his confession. He’d had enough and decided that maybe Steve had to learn his place, even if it meant your little secret got out.

“Bucky” Steve breathed at the sight of his brooding friend, staring up into blue eyes that were stained green at the sight of you two canoodling right in front of him. He wasn’t sure if you were ignorant or completely oblivious to Steve’s feelings.

“Steve” Bucky returned, the coldness like the thin edge of a blade running down the length of your spine. “Do you mind?”

Steve’s hands slipped from your own, disappointment radiating from him. From the feeling of Bucky behind you, rough jeans tenting against your shoulder, you had a feeling Steve was about to feel a lot more than disappointment.

Wordlessly Bucky pulled you up, dragging you through the threshold of the sitting room to the kitchen and into the laundry cupboard. He wouldn’t be able to make it back to his room and he wanted Steve to hear everything.

“S-shit Bucky” you wailed as your second orgasm hits you like a freight train; your juices spilling all over the tinted vibrainum and his stubbled chin, he sucked hard on your puffy clit in response. Your legs shook so violently you were sure they would collapse underneath you if it weren’t for the bruising grip Bucky’s free hand had on your hip, no doubt leaving finger-shaped bruises on your skin.

The thought to keep quiet had long since run from you, even before your first orgasm. The threat of Bucky not stopping until you couldn’t leave his room, his bed, and he’d have his way with you while you were helpless had long since clouded your mind of any decency. Filthy moans spewed out your bitten lips, a mixture of pleas and Bucky’s name filling the tiny closet.

“Mm, what is it babydoll? Can’t handle it huh? Maybe you shouldn’t have been such an oblivious little bunny, letting poor Steve confess his feelings to you when you got me. This is what you get and you’re going to take it aren’t you?” Bucky growled, dirty words spilling down the sweaty skin of your neck, over the dark love bites he’d placed there earlier.

The super soldier stood, flipping you easily and capturing your lips in his own before you could even catch a breath, his tongue delving into your mouth a second later allowing you to taste your essence on him. His fingers made quick work of his belt and jeans, pushing them to the floor along with his briefs, a harsh sign vibrating against your mouth at the cold air against his raging red tip.

Your body jerked when his thick length slapped over your oversensitive clit, your gasp clipped into a softer moan when he circled only to slap it again before pushing deeper through your sopping folds.

“Who’s got you like this hm?” He whispered teasingly, his free hand finding its home around your throat, giving you a little squeeze. He didn't wait for a response before canting his hips, a dark smile gracing his lust-contorted face when he caught onto the dip of your whole. His groan complimented your shrill cry as he sunk home, giving you no time to adjust before taking you roughly. His thrusts felt so familair yet so foreign at the same time, hard unorgiving thrusts so unlike Bucky’s nature yet your body leered, loving the treatment because it knew the man responsible.

“Answer me, baby, tell the world, tell your precious little Stevie who’s fucking you. So. Fucking. Good.”

“You Bucky” the last of your dignity thrown out of a window as you sobbed out his name like a prayer, a mantra for all to hear. “Only you.”

Your third orgasm took you by surprise, no warning, no buildup. Like a star in supernova, it exploded, your vision going white and your body stiff — you couldn’t even make a sound.

“Fuck Bucky!!”

“That’s fucking right, only me, I’m the only one for you baby. You’re mines - fuck so good” he moaned loudly; pushing through your impossibly tight walls until his fat tip kissed your cervix oh so sweetly, hot spend spilling out over the end of your cunt and filling up your walls until there was no more room for it to go — the excess spilt out down the brunette’s twitching balls.

You didn't react as he bundled you up into his arms, stripping you of your shirt and throwing the clothes into the wash. You didn't feel when he moved both of your naked bodies from the tiny room out into the open, down the hall to his room. You were asleep as he cleaned you thoroughly, whispering how much he loved you against your temple.

Steve sat where you had left him, a haunted look on his face as he replayed teach and every sound you made over and over in his head. The moans he only dreamed of hearing while he made you feel so good but the name on your tongue wasn’t his and it never would be — Bucky had gotten to you first and bent you to his will, you were his. His cock twitched humiliatingly in his sweatpants.

Sigh, should I give poor Stevie his own Reader?

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d0youc0py · 11 months ago

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So, I have a request for angst, but with Young Reader, and they actually do call them an ask for help or a place to stay for a bit because of a nasty fight they got into with their parents and just need to leave the situation, perhaps they could have hid an injury(Welt, slap mark, bruising) from the boys only for boys to see it when they take off their coat/jacket. Its cool if you dont feel comfortable with this ask, you dont have to do it.

“Hey, John.” You started into the phone.

“You alright, Honey?” He questioned. You nearly rolled your eyes. The man had known you since you were as tall as his knee and could always tell when something was wrong.

“Not really.” You lied. You scrunched your face and took a deep breath. “Actually yeah- my mom came home in one of her moods again, but”-

“Where are you? I’ll come and get you.”

You could hear his car keys jingle on the other line and the familiar sound of his truck door slamming shut.

“I’m at the park down the street.”

“Hold tight, honey. I’ll be right there.”

It was about a fifteen minute wait. John lived all the way out in the country, another thing you loved about him. His truck pulled up and he quickly hopped out to open the door for you.

“Thanks John.” You sighed, giving him a quick hug.

“Course, honey. Now how about we go get some dinner, hmm?” He patted your back. It was gentle but enough to make you wince.

He took you to your favorite restaurant, the same one your father use to take you to. He sat across from you, not needing to look over the menu. His soft blue eyes trained on you.

“You ready to talk about it?” John asked. Your eyes peered up from behind the menu. You don’t know why you were even looking at it in the first place. You always ordered the same thing.

“Same old thing.” You responded, sifting in your seat.

“Don’t give me that, honey.” He pressed. “You’ve never called me before. I always hear about a fight after I’ve shaken you down.” He offered you a small smile. It’s wasn’t one of pity, but understanding. He’s always been there for you, so why won’t you just tell him the truth?

“Don’t get mad.” You whispered. John instantly faltered. It was a common cycle. When he was on leave he’d take you out at least two times a week. You’d tell him about some shitty thing your mom said to you and he’d race over to your house and threaten her to knock it off. She’d be on her best behavior for about a week, then the cycle would repeat itself. “Look you’re already upset.” You gave a fake chuckle.

“Honey.” He huffed. His eyes bore into yours with such intensity it made your tiny hairs stand up.

“It started off just like our fights always do. She started yelling and I just made my way to my room to bunker down for the night.” You stopped to take a small sip of your water.

“You locked the door?” John hummed. He had built you a special lock to go on your door.

“I didn’t make it that far.” You murmured, tears forming in your eyes. John’s hand reached across the table attaching to yours, giving you an encouraging squeeze. “She threw something at me.” You whispered.

“Threw something at you.” He repeated.

“I know it so stupid.” Your hands left his to paw at your eyes. You hated crying. His hands remained on the table giving you the option to return to him.

“She hurt you honey? That’s the furthest thing from stupid.”

“It was one of those ceramic cats she collects. It hit me in the back.” You gasped. You wouldn’t doubt if there was a large bruise forming as you spoke. “Do you mind if I stay with you for a little bit? Just till things cool down?”

“Honey, you could come live with me.” He assured. This wasn’t the first time he offered, but giving the increasing hostility your mother was showing this was the first time you really considered it.

“I don’t think I can just live with you, John. Isn’t that illegal- like kidnapping or something.” You sputtered.

“That’s not for you to worry about, honey. I’ll handle everything, just take some time and think about it.”

He woke up to the sound of glass shattering so loud it sounded like it was in his room. His body made quick work of throwing the covers off and heading towards his front door. He didn’t bother to shut his door behind him or throw on a pair of shoes. His body was already hot and shaking with anger. His fist pounded against your front door giving some warning of his presence before he used his shoulder to nearly split the door open.

He quickly found you on the floor your mother grabbing at your hair.

“Shit!” Your father yelled from the kitchen. Your father had been enjoying the whole spectacle of your mother tormenting you with a smile and a beer in his hand. Your mother look up at Simon, her own eyes growing wide with fear. He grabbed her by the arm throwing her backwards off of you.

“Who the fuck do you thi”- Your father started.

“Shut up and sit down.” Simon growled. Your father quickly obeyed siting down at the counter, your mother scurrying backwards to join him.

“Come on kid, on your feet.” He was soft with you, refusing to add anymore trauma to the situation. He wrapped an arm around your middle to steady you and you hid your face in shame.

“You can’t just take them. I’ll have the police dow”- Your father spoke up again.

“I told you to shut it. And what? You gonna call the police on me tough guy? Do it.” Simon spat. Your father piped down again the realization of his threat setting in. Simon led you out of your apartment and into his own. “Sit down, tell me where you’re hurt. Might need to take you to the hospital after that one, kid.”

The only way you could respond was through sobs. You practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. He sighed softly, not in contempt but in mercy. He wrapped a bulky arm around you, using your head as a chin rest. He related to you in all the worst ways.

“I don’t wanna go back.” You sobbed against him.

“I know you’re scared.” He said softly. “You’re gonna stay with me for a while, yeah? You have a key anyways might as well.”

He groaned as his phone went off from somewhere in his bed. He patted around, his eyes burning as the made contact with the blinding light.

Your face lighting up his phone ripped the drowsiness from his body.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” His voice was gruff and he cleared his throat.

“Mac.” You cried from the other end.

“Fuckin hell.” He growled. “Where are you, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry. They just started yelling at me and I got scared and now I don’t know what to do.” You sobbed.

“You did exactly what you were suppose to do. You called me. Now take a few breaths and tell me where you are. It’s late you shouldn’t be out by yourself.” He slipped his feet into his shoes and grabbed his keys from the entry table. He opened the door only to come face to face with you. His face scrunched as he took in your appearance. Your hair a mess, your face tear stained and you were shaking uncontrollably.

His heart dropped when he caught sight of a ruby colored mark on your cheek.

“That better not be what I think it is.” He gritted. You just cried harder. “Inside, now.” He snipped, making room for you brush past him.

“No, Mac please.” You sobbed. Your hands fled towards his arm and you leaned against him. You needed comfort. You needed assurance that everything was going to be okay.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes. I can’t just let them get away with it Y/N.” He snarled. He gave you a kiss on the head. He began to pull his arm away but you just gripped him harder.

“Mac, please. I need you.” Your voice was soft. So weak and so vulnerable it made him stop dead in his tracks. “Please.” You whispered again. An apology flowed from his mouth and he quickly wrapped two strong arms around you, pulling you tight against him. You instantly relaxed.

“You’re right.” He murmured. “You’re safe now.”

“Ky, Can I stay with you please?”

You had asked him that a little over a week ago. He agreed immediately- perks of being one of his most favorite people on the planet. You didn’t really tell him why, just that you had gotten into a small ‘altercation’ with your parents.

That brings you to where you are today.

“If you don’t want me I can just leave Kyle.” You huffed, already collecting your things from the guest bedroom.

“Lovie, don’t do that!” He shouted after you. “My door is always open for you and you know that. I would just like to know exactly what happened. Considering you’re practically living with me now I think I have a right to know.” He explained. He grabbed the things out of your bag, hanging them up again.

“Kyle, stop! I’ve obviously overstayed my welcome. I’ll be out for your hair in no time.” You rubbed at your face harshly, trying to rid yourself of any tears.

“Y/N. Enough. Please stop.” His words were firm. It made you cry harder. “I didn’t mean to upset you so bad.” He assured. His hands came up and grabbed your wrists so he could get a better look at your face. He pulled you close to him. “I also need to know how upset I should be with your parents. If it’s really bad we need to get you out of there.” He explained. You sniffled, wiping at your face again.

It was then he saw it.

A deep purple bruise on your wrist. How didn’t you flinch when he grabbed it?

“That answers my question.” He sighed. You gasped and pulled your sleeves down. “Is that the only one?” He pressed. His fingers rested under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He repeated his question.

You softly shook your head.

“I have one on my side too.” You sniffed.

“Y/N look at me please.”

You did as he requested.

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you don’t have to go back, okay? But I need you to be completely honest about everything, yeah?”

A small sob left you and you quickly wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you, Ky.”

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ivestas · 2 years ago

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underlying bitterness

Summary: You were depressed. The family is quick to notice.

Tags: platonic!yandere!batfam x fem!reader, reader implied to be mentally ill, depression, coddling, isolation, etc (you know the drill)

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: temporarily back from the dead! decided to finish this since i had it collecting dust in my drafts LMAO---apologies for my lack of writing, i have several projects im combing through and school 😭

The manor never really was quiet; there was always something going on.

The only time the quiet came was when they were out for patrol, or when everyone was asleep—but even then, there always seemed to be a pervasive spirit of noise and life that, on a good day, didn’t bother you.

But today was a bad one. Today, everything was an unbearable stretch of life, a near-constant torment of both mind and soul, leaving you incapacitated by your own head.

It was these days where the bearable—hell, even the nice—was acidic on your gaunt body.

A knock on the door had you wearily raising your head.

A call of your name bounced through the door. The voice was bright and chirpy, downright dripping with honey. “You okay in there? Can I come in?”

Eleven minutes alone? New record.

You sighed. The question only had one answer.

“Yes, and yes.”

The door to your bedroom opened silently, barely a squeak from the hinges. Dick revealed himself with a giant dopey grin, Damian just a step behind him.

You didn’t bother smiling. “Hey.”

“Hi!” Bright as always, his movement carried an excitable sway, acting more like a kid than a 20-something bonafide detective/vigilante. There was something predatory about it, an inherent layer of manipulative intent with it that never left you at ease.

At least Damian was always himself, the deep-set frown never leaving his face in anyone’s presence, including yours.

You would’ve been inclined to like him had it not been for the palpable softness that eased the furrows of his brows.

Shifting under the heavy blankets, you pat the other side of the bed, the movement practiced and learned. Routine.

Damian was the one to take the invitation while Dick sat at the end of your side. He rarely sat there. You didn’t care to decipher his intentions, merely regarding him with the same placidity as you had before.

“So..?”

“The family’s noticed you’ve been off lately?”

Ah.

You shifted some more, feeling the weight of their stares assess every micro-movement made. It wasn’t subtle. This was an interrogation, not their self-indulgent visits that had you puking right after.

“I’m on my period,” you responded bluntly.

“Your cycles aren’t during this time of month.” Dick’s voice was deceptively light.

"Hm, well, the female body works in mysterious ways.”

“Then I’m gonna go check the washroom garbage.”

The silence of your mind buzzed to life. “What?”

“I’m gonna go check the washroom garbage.” He repeated, rising from the bed.

What the fuck.

You could let him go and find out for himself that you were, indeed, lying. However, you weren’t in the mood to deal with the punishments that came with that...

...Though, regardless, you were going to be punished. Lying—especially to Dick of all people—never bode you well.

Really, maybe you just weren’t in the mood to deal with the drama, the stormy face he’ll don when he walks out the washroom after finding out the lie.

So you sighed tiredly, back sinking further into the thick pillow. “I lied.”

Dick’s pleasant expression flickered. Damian’s stare deepened in its calculating weight.

Dick spoke slowly. “You know what happens when you lie.”

You sighed again. It bordered a scoff. “Hurry up with it then.”

The smile turned to a neutral line, though you knew he was feeling anything than neutral. Dick loathed lies, but he kept a calm voice. “Why’ve you been off lately?”

“I lied, Dick. Aren’t you supposed to do what you usually do? Neglect and all.” You were flippant. This was gonna make it worse, and at this point you knew better, you always tried to avoid this, but something was possessing you.

A will, or more accurately, a lack thereof.

“Just tell him,” Damian hissed.

You glanced at him, unimpressed. “No.”

Dick breathed slowly. “Why?”

“Because you’ll make me feel bad for it.”

He blinked. Surprised.

Why was he surprised? Is this another manipulation tactic?

Probably. Why did you even bother trying to decipher his intentions? Their intentions?

“You’ll make it about you guys. How bad you guys feel. How you want the best for me.” You yawned. “I’m not in the mood to humor that. Pull that some other time, I just need to recuperate. Touch bases with my soul and all that hippie shit.” Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Okay?”

A pause thickened the tension in the air tenfold.

Then, it was Damian who spoke. “You’re..?”

“Depressed.” Dick finished, mild disbelief lacing his words. What stood out was the underlying offended tone the word wore.

You didn’t bother responding, keeping your eyes shut, pulling the covers over your chin. It was only midday, but you were tired.

“Why are you... ‘depressed’?” Damian was the one to speak, now with incredulity.

“Why is the sky blue?” You muttered.

Cold fingers brushed your cheek, a colder voice poking through. “Open your eyes when you talk.”

You did as told, looking up at him from your curled position. “Why are you depressed?” He repeated with a voice of iron.

“It doesn’t matter,” you responded. “None of it does. I’ll be better soon. I just need you to give me space.”

Another pause.

Then, uncharacteristically, Damian slipped away. He glanced over where Dick was.

Dick, even more uncharacteristically, nodded and slipped away, walking with Damian out the room.

In any other circumstance, your blood would run cold.

But, at that moment, you were thankful for the temporary relief.

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You hadn’t thought you’d sleep, but you did, only to be awaken by Tim.

“Dinner’s ready.” He said, eyes burning into yours.

You grunted, tossing the sheets away. The cold raked your body. Getting off the bed, you glanced out the barred window.

Sunset.

How long did you sleep?

And how come they let you sleep for so long, undisturbed?

You didn’t care to wonder. Blearily nodding to Tim, you tipped your head to the washroom. “I’m gonna clean up a little, give me a—”

“You look fine, just come.” His hand, now wrapped tightly around your wrist, left no room for complaint.

Faintly sighing, you nodded again. He led you out the room and through the colder corridors of the manor, down several staircases and past various pillars and paintings you’re always surprised to see, as if you hadn’t been housed in the manor for two-something years.

Two years.

730 days wasted here.

730 days, never to be recovered.

Your chest tightened, but your heart was empty.

Pushing the thought away, you blankly focused on the outstretched dining table you’d eaten countless meals on.

Tim said your name.

You look at him, confused.

“Sit?”

Oh. Right.

You slipped onto the chair, vaguely aware of your surroundings.

“...That’s my seat.”

“Sorry,” you moved to get up, but his hands pressed down on your shoulders.

“No, it’s fine, I’m just surprised. That’s all. You’re usually pretty attentive.”

“Sorry,” you repeated.

Tim didn’t respond, opting to sit beside you.

You were vaguely aware of the rest of the family settling in their respective positions—Bruce sitting at the head on your left, Dick sitting across you with Damian to his right, and at the end of the table Jason settled with a tired huff.

What you were fully aware of however was how good the food. The aroma was thick and savory, leaving your mouth to water

Raising a fork, you dug into the food.

“How was your day?” Bruce was the one to break the silence, and you notice him looking at you.

“It was good,” you mumbled around the food.

A silence cradled the room for a moment, the clanks of silverware mute.

“Was it?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“What, is there a right answer to this?” You were daring, careless with your tongue. “Should’ve given me a textbook, woulda studied real hard before coming down.”

“The right answer is the truth,” Jason spoke up, mouthful of food. “Dickie’s all red and angry you can’t even tell the truth. Honestly? So am I.”

“We all are,” Tim murmured.

“But you know? We care for you. So just tell us what’s up, yeah?” Although his voice was light, there was an underlying threat to Jason’s words. Tell us or else.

You set the fork down and looked at Bruce—whose eyes were sweeping all over your face, calculating—the both of you having frowns tugging at your lips. “Okay. I feel like shit. A dumpster fire. Like my very body has been corrupted by dark—I don’t know exactly what that means, but I feel it, so worth mentioning, right?—anyway, all I ask is to be left alone for a bit. That is what will make my mind better. Just a day of quiet. Please?”

“...Voluntary isolation is a sign of clinical depression,” Bruce began. “And that would do you no good. What you need is the support of family to help you through this illness.”

“God, no—”

“Listen.” Damian hissed.

You shut your mouth, eyes downcast.

“What will happen is every night, you talk to Dick about whatever’s bothering you. Or anyone else. You will talk, and that will help. Anything you need, just tell them; you know this.”

“Why not get an actual therapist?”

“You can’t trust all therapists,” Dick jumped in. “I’ve trained in psychology, I know all the therapy ins-and-outs. I can help you as well as any licensed one would—if not, better!”

You stifled a sigh but didn’t bother pushing saying anything.

“You don’t look to happy about that,” Dick commented. “It’s okay. I know its hard to open up when you’ve suffered in silence for so long, but we’re all on your side, okay?”

Jesus.

You looked down at the food, picking up the fork. It took you everything not to bash your head against the table.

#yandere batfam #yandere batfam x reader #batfam x reader #batman x reader

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thetriplets3 · 9 months ago

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Can I send a request? Maybe reader x matt cuddling and reader lays head on stomach or switched around? Just cuddling fluff pls I need it

if you want more fluff/ comfort written send as many requests as you want to my inbox its open (and empty)

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it's been a week to say the least. between work and school i haven’t had a second where my mind wasn’t occupied with the next thing i needed to do. i haven’t been able to sleep, tossing and turning unable to get comfortable as i let my worries eat away at me. i’m exhausted. constantly running around doing a million things at once just trying to please everyone.

what made my week even worse was that matt and his brothers went home to boston so i was only able to call and facetime him and we couldn’t talk for long because of the time difference with me getting home from work so late and having to be up early in the morning. it sucks. all i wanted when i came home from work was to see matt and be with him and i couldn’t.

with a heavy sigh i straighten up from being slumped against the steering wheel finally deciding i should go inside and get ready for bed just to repeat the same cycle tomorrow. fumbling with the lock i groan, eyes heavy with exhaustion i make my way inside haphazardly discarding my shoes, jacket, and bag by the door. my sore tired feet carrying me to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. i sit on one of the barstool scrolling through my stories as i drink my water. i can’t help but feel sad when i see matt and his brother’s stories. they must’ve taken a trip to vermont, matt’s favorite place. it warms my heart seeing him there knowing how much he loves it there but i wish i was there with him. refilling my glass of water i shut off the lights and head to my room.

opening my bedroom door i still. in front of me i see my room dimly lit up by the tiny string lights the litter my walls and matt under my covers with a big soft smile adorned on his lips. my mouth forms a gentle pout at the scene in front of me as my eyes begin to water. just what i needed was here.

“hi sweetheart”

“what are you doing here? i thought you were just in vermont?

“that would be nick on my story. i knew you had a long week i wanted to fly back early and be with you. now you gonna come cuddle or just keep staring?”

“ah ah gotta change no outside clothes on the bed you know this. i’ll be quick”

changing into comfier clothes i make my way to the bed, to matt whose propped up against my headboard with my duvet lifted eager for me to crawl under and join him. he waste no time and pulls me towards him letting me get comfy. i lie my head on his stomach with my arms wrapped around his torso holding on as if he’s disappear if i let go. one of his hands rests in my hair gently massaging it while the other dances up and down my back relaxing me even more.

“i missed you so much you have no idea how happy i am that you’re here. i love you baby”

“anything for you honey i love you. get some rest i’m here i’m not leaving”

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @strniolo @luvsturniolo

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #not edited

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itstimetojellyfish · 6 months ago

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Rest, I’ll watch over you . ( Jiyan x reader)

so….. this is another fic! I really hope you enjoy!

You have to run .

The Tacet Dicords are increasing in waves .

No, why would you run? Don’t you have people to tend to? The soldiers need help , you are the only medic on filed . You cannot run . You must help others .

So you do , you bolt around , dodging Tacet Dicords lunging at you . You continue to help others , tugging them ,holding them , healing them .

After the same cycle repeats over and over again , you get used to it , settling in .

That was a mistake .

You weren’t so lucky now . The Tacet Dicords came upon you in waves , you struggle weaving around them trying not to get injured . You manage to survive for a while , but too soon , your legs collapse and the world goes black , the only thing you saw was every monster out for your blood .

Was it a peaceful dream? Did you have a dream? You can’t remember.

You drift in and out of consciousness, voices talking constantly. Yet , in your haze , you can always hear that voice , always . The warm , soft gentle voice you always heard when they would comfort you , or hold you in their arms , or praise you . Who was it? It’s on the tip of your tongue…..

Ah …. Now you remember…. It’s your lover , Jiyan ….You could never forget his teal hair and warm voice . How could you?

But…. This doesn’t sound like him … he sounds worried… that’s not good…. Why? Is it because of you?… How sweet , but he doesn’t need to worry .

Deciding that you’ve been keeping him distressed long enough , you attempt to open your eyes and stop studying the back of your eye lids .

That didn’t turn out well .

You were greeted with a blinding light that sliced through your nerves and left you defenseless against the searing laser that burned your eyes.

You groans and tried to move your hand to block your face and save you from the searing light , but to your surprise, instead of your hand that covered your eyes , a hand clad in gold armor covered your face for you .

You looked around to see soft honey eyes looking back at you with such worry .

You reach for him only to be met with a burning pain . Wincing you look at your arm , only to almost puke .

Burned to a molten red with multiple scars around it , some flesh poking out while the rest curled in unnaturally . You looked away immediately. Would Jiyan not like you anymore?…..

As if he knew what you were thinking , he gently rubbed his hand across your arm , avoiding the wounds , as he kissed your forehead , gently murmuring sweet nothings .

“ Dear… please don’t worry , I’ll love you no matter what , if anything , I love you even more for attempting to help others . “ His voice was sweet at first , but then it hardened . “ However , I will not allow you back onto the battlefield. Your arm has retained multiple damages and it’s likely your nerves will not work properly… You can’t ever do that again . “

His voice wavers as he gives in and places his head on your collarbone . “ You made me worry so much ….”

Your eyes soften .

“ I’m so sorry for worrying you …” You attempt to soothe his nerves but then he raises his head and places his lips on yours .

“ It’s okay, just please… don’t ever do that” He nuzzles your neck gently , careful to avoid touching any wounds as he pampers you in affection.

Soon enough, you begin to tire as your body gives up because of how much time you’ve spent awake .

Your lover notices your eyes threatening to close and reassures you . “ Don’t worry , rest now . I’ll be here when you wake up .“

He gently takes hold of the hand that isn’t injured and kisses it . He then pets your head and gently kisses your cheek .

“Rest , I’ll watch over you “

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I hope you enjoyed this thing! I really don’t have anyone to proof-read this and give any opinions on it so critique is welcomed!

#jiyan x reader #jiyan wuthering waves #jiyan x you #jiyan wuwa #reader is a medic #Angst #fluff #wuthering waves #Reader is disoriented #Jiyan is very protective #Jiyan has a soft spot for you #2nd pov #Reader is very selfless #Reader worries jiyan

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greg-montgomery · 1 year ago

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hiii first of all let me say i am ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE with your blog and that everything you post is amazing <333

.....and since your requests are open, let me give you the receipt to kill me 😈 (or to make my day, it depends)

so that would be a scenario involving hotch x reader + reader ovulating (or in the days before cycle when the hormones are all 🥴🦋🥰🤭🤤) + him being condescending in bed

my brain is fixated on this and I was waiting to request this to someone

⚠️ i am a consent-queen anon and i invite you to write this only if you can/feel like it/have the time to. If not, delete the ask bc i don't wanna make you uncomfortable, you're so sweet in your interactions <3

hiiii <3 you're so sweet!!! i'm super late to this, but i hope you're still around and get to read this and enjoy it <33 ilysm!

minors dni - 18+

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Those damn profilers….and you had to be the one to be dating one of the best of them. It was impossible to hide from Aaron.

It wasn’t common for you, wanting to hide things from him. He was the one who you trusted more than anyone else in your life. But sometimes, you felt…embarrassed of things.

Like that evening, you wanted to have sex with Aaron, but didn’t want to be the one who initiated it again. You were the one who was all over him the night before and that morning. It felt almost humiliating having to ask for sex again.

But you weren’t at fault. Aaron had just come home from work and he was so tired, he didn’t follow his usual routine of taking his suit off and running into the shower. That was the reason you felt guilty for wanting to disturb his resting time. But that was also the reason you wanted him so bad; his suit, his untied tie, the sweat on his forehead. And maybe also the fact that your little period calendar app had reminded you yesterday that you were ovulating.

Still, no matter how much you were trying to conceal your sudden and very much desperate desire for your boyfriend, he was clearly onto you.

“Why are you staring at me, honey?” he asked, not bothering to lift his head to look at you. His eyes were glued on the screen of his phone, going through his emails.

“Just missed you, that’s all.”

“I missed you too, baby.” His deep voice calling you ‘baby’ only worsened your problem. Maybe you just had to get some alone time and take care of it.

“Um…I’m gonna go take a shower, okay?” you said.

“Now?”

“Yeah. Did you wanna go first?”

He finally lifted his gaze from his phone and looked at you with a smirk. “Are you really that desperate?”

“What?”

Aaron threw his phone on the cushion next to him and spread his legs wider. “On my lap.”

As if you were under a spell, you got up without even thinking it, walked towards the couch, and straddled Aaron’s lap.

You were so turned on that even that light touch of your body meeting his sent sparkles to your clit.

His large hands went straight to your exposed thighs, rubbing them up and down.

“My princess,” he said leaving a small kiss on your lips. “Haven’t I told you that I want you to always ask me for what you need?”

“I don’t…”

“Don’t lie to me. I can tell you’re struggling,” he said with a soft laugh. And with a tone that suggested that you were pathetic he added, “You’re horny, aren’t you?”

“Aaron,” you whined, and hit him playfully on the arm.

“Aren’t you?” he repeated.

You were too embarrassed to reply with words so you just nodded your head.

“See? I can always tell what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” he said, his hand cupping the side of your face, “so you may as well just ask for what you want. It’ll save us both time.”

“You’re being mean,” you said.

“Am I still going to be mean if I get you off?”

Embarrassed or not, his words made your eyes sparkle.

“That’s what I thought. Now take off your clothes,” he ordered.

As you were getting undressed, Aaron unzipped his pants and took his cock out. When you got to the part of taking off your underwear he started stroking himself slowly, not taking his eyes off you for a moment.

You were almost drooling watching him still all dressed up touching himself, and the ache between your legs was getting unbearable.

“Come back here,” he said, once you were fully nude.

His thumb started touching your clit, circling it in a slow pace that made your knees already tremble. “Aaron…”

“Do you like it?”

“Mhm…” you said biting your lip.

“You can be louder, sweetheart. No one’s home but us,” he said and slipped his middle finger in you.

“Ah…”

Aaron’s fingers were thick, and could make you see stars. But at the moment, nothing but his cock could really satisfy you.

“I want you to fuck me. Please, Aaron, I can’t…”

“Okay,” he said, leaning in slightly to leave an open mouthed kiss to one of your nipples. “Okay. I’ve got you.”

He kissed the spot between your breasts and looked up at you with a smile. “You really need me, don’t you baby?”

“So bad,” you admitted.

With that, he pulled you down by your hips, and you took his hard dick in your hand, guiding it into your hole.

“My God,” you moaned at the feeling of him finally filling you up. “Aaron…”

He threw his head back and swallowed harshly at the feeling of your pussy around him. “Ah baby…”

Aaron’s dick was big just like everything else about him, which was exactly what you needed; feeling him deep inside you, hitting every spot that made your thoughts blurry and left you thinking only his name.

Your movements were desperate, riding him and taking him all in like you needed. His hands were on your ass, not to guide you but more for his enjoyment.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him deeply, wanting to devour every drop of this man’s body. “You feel so good inside me,” you moaned against his mouth.

“You like it, baby?”

“I love it.”

You pulled away just enough for him to move his hands and cup your tits, massaging them as you rocked your hips against his.

“You always take it so well. If only you could see how desperate you look, baby. Just a dumb girl who’s always thinking about my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Aaron. Yes,” you moaned, and the built up in your lower belly got bigger and bigger.

Aaron started rubbing your clit, faster than he did at the beginning, watching your movements getting more and more clumsy as you were getting closer towards your release.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“That’s my good girl. Come on, baby. That’s my girl.”

Aaron’s encouraging words, his finger on your clit, and his dick buried in your pussy had you clenching around him and moaning his name. “Fuck.”

“Kneel for me. I wanna cum on your face,” he moaned.

Still feeling numb between your legs, you got on your knees in front of him and watched him as he stroked himself. Soon he painted you with his cum, and you enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid on your skin. It made you feel his.

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch 🪐#ask #nsfw.

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cheri-2047 · 8 months ago

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panic attack comfort headcanons w Genshin characters (zhongli, xiao, heizou)

tags: nothing

synopsis: ure having a panick attack and these are the methods they do to help you.

ZHONGLI:

He finds you having a panic attack at home

”darling..? What’s…oh..” he immediately notices, and sits beside you on the bed.

”may I hold your hand? Just nod if I can and shake your head if you feel uncomfortable.”

if you nod, he will run your hand slightly, then lifting your chin up for you to look at him.

“Inhale with me for four counts alright? One…two…three…four”

”hold until we reach seven…five six seven…good job”

”now exhale. Keep it up, I’m proud of you”

he’d repeat this cycle for you until you calm down enough

“Would you like to talk about it?”

he lets you talk about it, and afterwards goes smth like “well darling, I will do my best to help you whenever I can. I’m always here for you.”

Then he kissed you on the forehead and cheeks

afterwards he literally leaves you without a word

then he comes back in with tea, to hell you relax

yall be having tea parteies at like 11 pm

XIAO:

Poor boy would not know how to comfort you

but he sees you at the balcony in wangshu inn and he didn’t even notice

not until he saw your body trembling

”….? (name)? What’s wrong?” unfortunately, you’d have to tell him yourseld

when you tell him, he freezes, he literally does not know what to do.

”um…” he starts to instead Pat your head

he pays your head in a rhythmic pattern to help calm you

he tries to hum you a tune to help a bit more

if he sees it’s not working, he wouldn’t know what to do, but he tries to go like “inhale…exhale”

he’d say stuff like “focus on me”

afterwards he’d give you a hug and help you as to why you got the attack in the first place

my personal headscanon that xiao doesn’t like physical touch that much, but he’s trying ykyk

heizou

The moment he comes home, he knows something is wrong. He runs to the bedroom to check, and runs to you who’s sitting on the bed, struggling to breathe

”can I go closer? Or no?”

as you nod, he comes closer to Pat your back.

”okay honey, I want you to count from 1-10 with me okay?”

”one…. Two…” he’s count slowly, adjusting to your pace.

”almost there darling… 9…10”

by now you feel a bit more better

heizou Then sits beside you “you’re stressed huh?”

as you nod, he pampers you for the rest of the night.

he makes your favorite snacks, watched your favorite movie with you, anything really

then the next day, since he had to go to work early. Before he left the house, he left a bouquet of roses for you too <3

#genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #xiao #zhongli #zhongli x reader #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou #comfort

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lou-0111 · 3 months ago

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I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)

y/n doesnt believe in love, taylor, their best friend (who knows their view on love) tries to convince that luke would be a great boyfriend for them: bit of a long one today - 3.4k words

Love is stupid, ok? It’s pointless and there is absolutely no need for it. And no, It’s not just because I've had bad experiences, it’s the whole thing. Girls changing themselves for the boy they like. Boys being mean to people to get girls attention, the whole thing is just stupid.

If there's a prize for rotten judgement I guess I've already won that

I feel like I’ve made a series of poor decisions in my life, each one heavier than the last. This pattern of regret and self-reproach feels like it’s consuming me from within. It's become almost second nature to make mistakes because I've fallen into the habit of making them, and each misstep adds to the weight of my past errors.

No man is worth the aggravation

No guy at Camp Half-Blood is worth going through that emotional turmoil again. It’s simply easier to avoid falling in love altogether. The past is full of lessons learned—the kind where you thought you'd finally moved on, only to find yourself trapped in the same old cycles. The gods had their trials, and there's no need for us to repeat their mistakes.

That's ancient history, been there, done that

This happened to the gods in the past, it shouldn't be repeating with us again

Who d'you think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and heaven to you

“Y/N, you have to listen to me on this.” My best friend, Taylor starts, “Luke would be the perfect boyfriend for you. First, he’s genuinely kind-hearted. It’s not just something he puts on for show—he’s consistently thoughtful and considerate in everything he does. You’ve seen it yourself, right? How he interacts with everyone around him, always making sure people are okay and that they’re feeling included.

And let’s talk about his skills—he’s an exceptional swordsman. His dedication and proficiency with a sword are impressive.

But it’s not just about physical skills. Luke is amazing with the younger campers. He’s got this natural ability to connect with them, to mentor them, and to make them feel important. He treats them with such patience and respect. You know how much that matters, seeing someone who doesn’t just see the younger kids as a burden but genuinely enjoys helping them grow.

So, don’t let your past experiences cloud your judgement about him. Luke isn’t just another face in the crowd; he’s someone who genuinely fits what you need in your life. It’s worth considering that maybe, just maybe, he could be the one who changes your perspective on love.”

Everyday, every damn day, Taylor goes on about how me and Luke would be great together. But I don’t see it. Love is stupid, Taylor is stupid for thinking I like him.

Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you (Oh, no) Girl, you can't conceal it We know how you're feelin', who you're thinkin' of

We were walking back from training one day when again, she started the whole luke chat. “Y/N, I need to be real with you here. It’s becoming impossible to ignore how you keep watching Luke. You spend hours just observing him as he trains. It's not just casual glances; you’re practically mesmerised by how he moves with such skill and focus. Every time he picks up his sword, there’s this look in your eyes that I can’t ignore.”

Excuse me? He’s the best swordsman at camp, obviously I'm going to watch him, to get pointers on how to get better, nothing else.

“And it’s not just during training. When Luke interacts with the younger campers, your attention is entirely on him. You’ve seen how he takes the time to teach them, to encourage them, and how he genuinely connects with them on their level. You watch him as he patiently helps them learn and grow, and there’s this soft, almost admiring look on your face. It’s clear that you’re moved by how he treats them with such kindness and care.” “I just think it’s sweet how he takes his time teaching them, nothing more, I'd be the same way if anyone else did what he does.”

“I know you’re trying to play it cool and act like it doesn’t matter, but let’s be honest—your feelings are showing. It’s like you’re trying to hide behind this façade that love isn’t worth it or that you’re not interested, but it’s obvious to everyone around us. We all see how your face lights up when he’s around, how you hang onto his every word and action.”

“Woah, you need to slow down, someone might hear you, my face doesn't ‘light up’ ok Tay? I’m a listener, sorry if i listen when people talk to me, I don’t like luke, never have, never will.”

Stop denying it. We can see right through you. It’s not just about admiring him from a distance; it’s about the way you light up when you talk about him or when he’s in the room. Your actions are screaming that you have feelings for him, even if you’re trying to convince yourself otherwise. It’s ok if you like him, if you’re in love, it’ll be good to put your heart out again.”

Where my heart can get hurt again. I mumble walking away. I do not like Luke.

You swoon, you sigh Why deny it? Uh-oh It's too cliché (Ah-ah-ah-ah) I won't say I'm in love

Being in love feels like a foolish, unnecessary risk to me. It’s as if admitting that I’m in love would be an act of surrender, a sign of weakness. I keep telling myself that I don’t need a man to complete my life or make me happy. My independence has always been my strength, and the idea of falling for someone seems like it would undermine that strength.

I’ve managed perfectly well on my own, navigating life without relying on anyone else to validate my worth or fill a void. I’ve built my own stability and happiness through my own efforts, and I’m proud of that. The thought of opening myself up to love feels like an invitation to vulnerability and potential heartbreak, and I’m not ready to risk that.

Admitting that I’m in love would mean acknowledging that I need someone, and that’s something I’m determined to avoid. I don’t want to be in a position where my happiness depends on another person’s actions or feelings. I’ve seen how love can complicate things, how it can lead to disappointment and pain. It’s easier to stay detached and focus on myself rather than deal with the unpredictability of a romantic relationship.

I keep convincing myself that I’m better off without the emotional upheaval that love often brings. I’m self-sufficient and capable, and I don’t need anyone else to complete me or make me feel whole. Embracing love feels like it would disrupt the balance I’ve carefully created in my life. So, I put up a wall and tell myself that I’m not in love and that I don’t need a man to be content. It’s a way of protecting myself from the potential pain that comes with opening my heart.

I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out (Ah) My head is screaming, "Get a grip, girl" "Unless you're dyin' to cry your heart out"

I won’t put myself through that again. I’ve been burned too many times by love to let it happen once more. Each time I’ve opened my heart in the past, I’ve ended up disappointed and hurt. The cycle seems to repeat itself with every relationship I’ve been in: the initial charm and allure give way to a painful reality that shatters the illusion.

Every guy I've been with starts off presenting the best version of themselves—perfectly polished, attentive, and seemingly sincere. They act like they’re everything I’ve ever wanted, showing me a side that makes me believe in the possibility of a true connection. But as time goes on, it’s like a switch flips, and suddenly, they’re no longer the person I thought they were. The transformation happens so swiftly and so completely that it feels like a betrayal. One day, everything seems perfect, and the next, I’m left grappling with someone who’s changed overnight.

It’s as though these men wear masks, carefully crafted to win me over, only to discard them once they’ve achieved their goal. The facade falls away, revealing a reality that’s often disappointing and disheartening. I’ve come to expect that this pattern will repeat itself because it always has. Each time, my trust and hope are eroded, and it becomes harder to believe that someone can truly be genuine.

I’ve reached a point where my heart simply can’t handle any more of this emotional turbulence. The pain of investing my emotions into someone who ends up disappointing me is too much to bear. The cycle of hope and heartbreak has left me exhausted and wary. I’m trying to shield myself from further damage, to protect my heart from the predictable cycle of rising expectations followed by crushing disillusionment. The idea of putting myself through that kind of emotional rollercoaster again feels unbearable. So, I shut down, convinced that avoiding love is the best way to preserve my peace and prevent further pain.

You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby, we're not buying Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling (Oh, no) Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up That you got, got, got it bad?

"Y/N, It’s becoming impossible for anyone who knows you to ignore the signs. Your reactions when he’s near, the way you talk about him—it all points to something deeper than just friendship or admiration. You might be trying to downplay it or act like it’s not a big deal, but everyone can see it. We all notice how you light up when he’s mentioned or how you subtly seek out opportunities to be around him.

"Well why don't you go out with him? Since you notice every small detail about him."

You’re not fooling anyone with your attempts to mask your feelings. The way you talk about him, how your mood shifts when he’s mentioned—these are all clear indicators that your feelings for Luke run deeper than you’re willing to admit. It’s written all over your face and in your actions. It’s not just a small crush or a fleeting interest; it’s something more significant, something you’re clearly struggling to acknowledge.

So why keep pretending? It’s okay to have feelings for someone, especially someone like Luke. The sooner you accept and embrace your feelings, the easier it will be to figure out what to do next. Hiding behind this facade of indifference only makes it harder for you to deal with the truth." "Taylor, I cannot keep having this convosation with you, it's getting on my nerves, please just drop it." I'm never falling in love, with anyone.

(Shoo, shoo-doo, doo-doo) No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no Give up, give in Check the grin, you're in love This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love You're doin' flips (Ooh-ooh) Read our lips, you're in love

The idea of opening myself up to another relationship feels like an invitation to endure more pain. The thought of investing my emotions again, only to face the inevitable disappointment, is almost too overwhelming to consider. My heart has reached its limit; it feels battered and fragile from past letdowns. The fear of another heartbreak is paralysing, making it hard to even entertain the idea of risking my emotional well-being once more.

I want to protect myself from the cycle of hope and disillusionment that has characterised my past experiences with love. The emotional toll has been significant, and I’m desperately trying to shield myself from further damage. The prospect of enduring another emotional upheaval is daunting, and my heart simply can’t handle the strain of another potential letdown. "Y/N, I know you don't like talking about it, but I csn't help it. Why csn't you see it? We’ve all see how you blush every single time you talk about Luke. It’s not just a subtle thing—your cheeks practically light up, and there’s this undeniable warmth in your voice. It’s impossible to ignore the way your eyes sparkle when his name comes up or how your entire demeanour shifts to something more animated and bright.

And let’s not forget how you watch him during mealtimes. It’s like you’re drawn to him in a way that’s hard to miss. You’re always glancing over at him, whether he’s chatting with the others, helping out with the food, or just enjoying a moment with his friends. You might think you’re being discreet, but it’s so obvious to everyone around. The way you steal glances and the way your gaze lingers just a little too long—these aren’t things you can easily brush off.

Trying to deny your feelings for Luke doesn’t change the reality of the situation. Your reactions and behaviour make it clear to all of us what you’re trying to ignore. We see through the act of nonchalance you’re putting on. It’s not just a case of mild interest; it’s something deeper. We can tell that you’re emotionally invested, even if you’re not ready to admit it to yourself.

It’s time to face the truth about your emotions. The more you try to suppress or deny them, the more obvious it becomes to everyone around you. There’s no need to hide or pretend anymore."

Taylor says before walking off.

I keep convincing myself that nothing will come of this, and that denying my feelings will make it all go away. I’m certain that nothing will happen between us, and so I refuse to acknowledge my true emotions.

Despite my best efforts to conceal my feelings, it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore them. I try to pretend otherwise, but my actions and reactions betray me. Deep down, I think I’m in love, but I can’t bring myself to say it.

You're way off base (Shoo-doo, shoo-doo) I won't say it (She won't say it, no) Get off my case (Sha-da, sha-da) I won't say it (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I’m adamant about not admitting my feelings. It’s a protective mechanism to avoid vulnerability and potential heartache. I want to be left alone to keep my emotions private.

Girl, go be proud It's okay, you're in love

Admitting my feelings would mean exposing myself to the possibility of heartache, and I’m not ready to take that risk. The emotional turmoil that follows when feelings aren’t reciprocated, or when they lead to disappointment, is something I’m determined to avoid. I’ve learned from past experiences that letting my guard down can lead to deep, sometimes overwhelming pain. By keeping my feelings to myself, I maintain a sense of control and safety, shielding my heart from potential harm.

I want to be left alone to keep my emotions private because it feels like the only way to maintain my emotional stability. Sharing my feelings would mean inviting scrutiny and potentially having to navigate the complexities of another person’s reactions and responses. It’s easier to keep everything internal, to process my emotions in solitude where I can control the narrative and avoid the unpredictability of others' reactions.

This private handling of my emotions is a means of self-preservation. It’s my way of creating a barrier between myself and the risk of emotional pain. The prospect of vulnerability, of exposing my inner thoughts and feelings, is daunting and unsettling. So, I prefer to keep my emotions hidden, managing them in the confines of my own mind where I can protect myself from the uncertainty and potential hurt that comes with opening up to others.

However, Taylor did not agree with my choices.

"Listen, Y/N, it’s really important for you to understand something: it’s completely okay to embrace your feelings. Love, as complicated and intimidating as it can be, is not something to be ashamed of or to hide from.

You deserve to be happy. If you have feelings for Luke, acknowledging them doesn’t make you weak or foolish—it makes you human.

There’s no shame in being vulnerable; it’s a sign of strength and courage. It’s a step towards allowing yourself to experience love and all the happiness that can come with it.

Hiding from your feelings or pretending they don’t exist only prolongs the emotional struggle and prevents you from fully engaging with the positive aspects of life."

"Yeah, whatever Tay, I'll see you later."

She raises her eyes at me, noticing I don't tell her to shut up about the topic.

At least, out loud I won't say I'm in love

It feels ridiculous to admit that I might be in love. I’ve convinced myself that I don’t need a man to be happy and that I’m fine on my own. Declaring my feelings feels like an invitation to heartbreak, something I’ve vowed to avoid.

I do have feelings for Luke. I’ve come to realise that I am in love with him, but I can't bring myself to openly acknowledge it. I’ll keep these emotions to myself, hidden away where I can manage them privately.

Who knows, maybe one day I'll tell him?

Doubt it.

#luke castellan #pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke pjo #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #pjo series #hercules #i wont say it

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freelancearsonist · 6 months ago

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all that we see or seem

➔ Dieter Bravo x AFAB!Reader

➔ 5.7k words

➔ You moved to Hollywood in hopes of chasing your dreams; you get a lot more than you bargained for from your new boss, Dieter Bravo.

➔ Rated MA // dark fic, reader is afab (female anatomy, no pronouns used) and generally able-bodied, age gap (unspecified, reader is younger than dieter), vampire!dieter, blood/both consensual and non-consensual blood drinking, knife use, slight self-harm, gore of the mouth variety, pet names, takes place in 1983 bc i’m a sucker for changing settings

➔ this was requested from this prompt list by the very lovely @sp00kymulderr!! happy birthday darling, sorry this took so long but i hope it's worth the wait <3 thank you so much to @missredherring for this AMAZING header graphic ily 🖤

Los Angeles is a far cry from the little town you grew up in. It’s a seemingly endless maze, with more possibilities than you ever could’ve dreamed. It’s a little daunting, really. You step off your plane with your suitcase in hand, and you feel like the world is in the palms of your hands.

The harsh reality comes crashing in without warning.

LA is expensive, especially on your own. As the money you’d saved up to get you started dwindles much quicker than expected, your dreams only get further and further out of reach. Life always finds a way to fuck you over, and the city of angels does it quicker than anywhere else. The glitzy neon nightclubs and the glamor of Hollywood swiftly become an omen of doom rather than a beacon of hope. You’re in over your head, but it’s too late to back out now.

Auditions get put on the backburner. You work yourself to the bone as a server in a dumpy little diner, but it’s still barely enough to cover your basic expenses.

You wake up, you go to work, you come home, you go to sleep. The cycle repeats itself so quickly that your days all merge together into one, long, neverending nightmare.

The light at the end of the tunnel appears shortly before the first anniversary of your move. You’re scanning through the paper during your meal break when you see a help wanted ad. It’s normally the type of thing you would ignore, but a few things about it draw you in. The part that really catches your eye is the large, bold letters that proclaim “work closely with one of the biggest names in hollywood!” It seems too good to be true, and certainly something you’re not qualified for. But it could be a start–a way to get your foot through the door of the industry that brought you out here in the first place. Really, what’s the harm in trying?

You go to the library, type up your resume, and mail it in to the address listed in the ad. Realistically, you know that there must be hundreds of other applicants and you probably won’t get so much as a rejection letter back; but the needling little ‘what if’ in the back of your mind gives you a boost of hope that you’ve lived without for an achingly long time.

You get better than a letter–a broad, handsome man shows up at the diner late one night asking for you three days after you drop your resume into the local mail slot at the post office. Janine, the shaggy-haired waitress you work with almost every shift and have sort of become friends with, nudges you excitedly while you’re handing a ticket back to the kitchen.

“Honey, do you know who that is?” She nods her head over her shoulder towards a table in the corner of her section and you try to look over as nonchalantly as possible.

Of course you know who that is. His face is everywhere in this stupid town–magazine covers, billboards, movie theaters. Even with sunglasses obscuring the dark brown eyes that have made thousands swoon, you recognize Dieter Bravo. He’s bigger than Hasselhoff and Swayze combined.

“He’s asking for you,” Janine whispers. “By name. You know him?”

“Not yet,” you answer truthfully. You know without a doubt that he’s here because of your resume and that your entire world is about to change.

You’ve seen him on the big screen before and now you can definitively say that it doesn’t do him justice. He’s more handsome than any man has a right to be. He’s wearing a black hoodie and black trousers, an ensemble that stands out in the brightness of 1983 but yet perfectly complements the tanned tone of his skin. His shoulders could fill a doorway and his smile might actually melt you into a puddle. You can’t help but notice–with a hint of trepidation–that his canines are the sharpest you’ve ever seen, although that thought is quickly pushed from your mind when he greets you by name.

“Your resume is impressive.”

“No it’s not,” you respond with a little laugh before you can stop yourself, then you have to refrain from banging your head into the wall. What a great start to an interview.

But he laughs, and you can’t help feeling you’ve done something right. You’d do a hell of a lot worse just to hear that gorgeously deep, hearty chuckle again.

“Okay, I’ll rephrase. You said all the right things. You’ve got exactly what I’m looking for as an assistant.”

You’re waiting for the other shoe to drop, because this is much too good to be true.

“You’re not from LA,” he states factually. “What brought you here?”

You consider lying–coming up with some story that’s less pathetic than the truth. He’s appreciated your honesty thus far, though, and you don’t want to break a streak. “I wanted to act, but… it’s hard to get started when you don’t have any connections. So I’ve just been kind of… getting by.”

He nods and gives you a look over–assessing, you think. “We all have to start somewhere. But this isn’t an easy job.”

There’s something unreadable in his voice, but you choose to ignore it because you want nothing more than a chance to impress him. It’s not about ‘making it’ anymore; it’s about proving to Dieter Bravo that you’re worth taking a chance on.

“Neither is this,” you reply with a vague wave at the diner around you. “If I’m not covered in fryer grease at the end of the day, it’s a good job to me.”

He chuckles again and it washes over you like fresh water after years of drought. You want more of him–more of his charm, more of his warmth.

“When can you start?”

You ask for two weeks to leave your diner gig on good terms, and he’s gracious enough to accommodate you. As the days tick past, the anticipation ramps up and time seems to move slower. You’ve never been so excited for a new job. Normally, your gut twists with anticipation and your mind swirls with every little minute detail that could go wrong–but not now. No, now you’re just excited. The possibilities of Hollywood finally seem to be within your reach again, and it all starts with this job.

You learn a lot about Dieter within five minutes of starting on your first day. For one, he’s incredibly personable. He greets you himself and vows to show you the ropes. There’s no third party to teach you everything you need to know, it’s just him. Just the two of you. You appreciate that immensely, because you’ll be serving him directly as his assistant. There’s no better person to learn from when it comes to his desires and routines than the man himself.

Two, he wears many different masks. It’s a little spooky, the way his demeanor changes depending on who he’s dealing with. He can be the sweetest, most charming man you’ve ever spoken to, then turn to a producer and be a complete hardass all in the name of getting things done. He knows exactly what persona he needs to wear for each person he interacts with–it’s all very calculated. You suppose all actors have to be capable of that; the mark of a good thespian is being instantly able to pretend you’re someone you’re not.

Still, it’s a little chilling. If you didn’t see it in some form or another with every person you meet on set, you’d be a little concerned. Dieter just makes it look like adaptation–fitting into his surroundings as a means of staying afloat. He’s been in this industry for a long time, he knows what works; and, subsequently, what doesn’t.

As far as the job goes, it’s a nice change of pace from what you’ve become accustomed to. You spend nights on set with him, fetching his coffee order or running little errands while he’s busy shooting. The hours aren’t unreasonable, and it pays double what the diner did. Now that you’re not struggling to get by financially, you have the free time you need to start pursuing your dreams again.

You have only Dieter to answer to, which is a definite learning curve. Directors, producers, and even other actors chase after your favors, but Dieter tells them unequivocally to fuck off. You’re his–it’s a heady feeling each time he reasserts it. It makes for easy work when you’re not being pulled in thirty different directions simultaneously. He asks for what he needs when he’s around and he gives you a list of tasks to complete when he’s not. He’s a little eccentric–he tells you he can only work after dark because his eyes are sensitive–but it’s nice, falling into a routine after so long of working unconventional hours at a job where no two days are the same.

Still, as days turn into weeks by his side, you wonder exactly what version of Dieter he’s presenting to you. Which face is the most authentic? You want to believe he’s himself with you, but you’re not quite naive enough to convince yourself of that. The thing that bothers you the most is that you want him to feel comfortable enough to drop the facades around you. You want to get to know the real Dieter Bravo, underneath all the masks. But you also swore to yourself, when you accepted this job, that you would be nothing but professional–and wanting to get to know him so intimately is definitely a step beyond just being his employee.

To his credit, he’s strictly professional–even if you wish he wasn’t at times. There’s a lot of rumors and gossip about him, about his hedonism and the life he supposedly leads at night, but you don’t see that facet of him. With you, he’s friendly, kind, and respectful. He’s the perfect gentleman–and that’s how you know that you’re not getting a full glimpse of the real him. There’s too much contradiction between the rumors and the Dieter that you interact with.

No matter how straight-laced you try to be, you can’t help wondering what it’ll take to get a look at the real Dieter Bravo.

You think he starts to peek through when Dieter asks if you would be willing to work longer hours and be more of a personal assistant than a production assistant. You know him inside and out, he tells you, and it would be a pain in the ass to teach a whole new person how to deal with his errands. He even offers you a sizable raise when you pretend to be contemplating it, like you weren’t bursting at the seams to say yes before he even finished asking.

The sad–maybe even pathetic–truth of the matter is that you’re falling for him. Every facet of his charm, from his darkly passionate eyes to his easy humor, have you completely bewitched and ready to ignore the way your hair stands on end each time his gaze meets yours. You’ll take any small fraction of him that you can get.

He eases you into your additional duties, at least; that much can be said in his favor. He starts you out with small tasks, like ordering his groceries and picking up his dry cleaning. Dieter’s so kind and patient as he explains how he likes everything done–he’s particular, but not unreasonable. He even gives you a grand tour of his home so you can see exactly where and how he likes everything done–it’s like finally getting that real glimpse of him that you’ve been hoping for.

His Sherman Oaks mansion looks like something straight out of a Bram Stoker novel on the outside, yet the inside is a testament to the warm side of his personality that you’re more familiar with. It’s decorated in shades of orange and red, with patterns that are a little out of date but still manage to feel intentional. It gives the impression of someone who was more comfortable and sure of himself in the 70’s, or at least someone who hasn’t quite adjusted to the new trends that came with the turn of the decade. The walls are covered with art–most of it signed with his familiar “DB” in the bottom right hand corner. It’s neat, but not so neat that it feels staged. It fits the Dieter Bravo that you know perfectly, and it even starts to feel like home to you when you start spending more time there with him.

There’s never anyone else around when you’re there. For someone who has a reputation for throwing the liveliest parties in all of Hollywood, he doesn’t actually do a lot of partying. Not when you’re around, at least. It’s almost like he’s trying to hide that aspect of himself from you. If he has to host, he sends you home early or lets you know in advance that you’re getting a paid night off. You’re almost disappointed–parties have never really been your thing, sure, but you feel like you need to experience at least one of his.

Plus, people are starting to talk. You hear it on set first; his co-stars whispering about how he’s gone soft, how he’s gotten boring. Even the tabloids are starting to wonder if they’ve seen the last infamous Dieter Bravo party, which were once highly coveted and exclusive events. The few times he’s hosted lately have been small, quiet affairs–definitely not the big, star-studded shebangs that he’s gained a reputation for.

A rumor even starts circulating that he’s finally decided to settle down with a nice girl, which makes your stomach twist with a little green monster that shouldn’t be there. He’s your employer, you reason. That’s all. No matter how friendly he is, no matter how much he flirts with you, no matter how much he compliments your perfect cup of coffee, that’s all he is. Your boss. And yet, despite your constant self-assertion, your brain just can’t seem to accept it. You know you shouldn’t want anything more than that, and yet you just can’t seem to stop yourself from hoping.

“What’s going on with you?”

You’re in the midst of trying to sort through the files in his upstairs home office so you can find out when his insurance needs to be renewed when you hear the voice, loud and clear due to the open floor plan downstairs. Sound travels like crazy up the double-wide staircase with Dieter’s office door right at the top. You couldn’t shut it out even if you wanted to–and you don’t. God help you, you’re a little nosy and a little curious.

“Nothing.” That’s Dieter’s voice, but you don’t recognize the other.

“Bullshit. You’re not yourself.” It’s a deep, rich tone that you’ve never heard before and it immediately has your interest hooked. Dieter doesn’t get many visitors, much less such purposeful ones. Most people like to schmooze him, but evidently not this unidentified man.

“I’m trying to be different,” Dieter explains half-heartedly. “It’s time I cleaned up a bit.”

“No. Cleaning up your act is nothing more than a good way to get yourself caught. Things happen in the party climate, that’s how you fit in. Things don’t just happen to nice rich actors.”

Caught? Caught doing what, exactly? You creep closer to the open door on light feet, curiosity peaked.

Dieter sighs, and you can hear the exhaustion in his voice. “I’m tired.”

“So what are you going to do? Just give up? Waste away after… how long?”

“Maybe I should,” Dieter retorts–there’s grit in his tone now, maybe even bitterness. “Maybe I never should’ve taken the deal in the first place. You don’t see how fucked up this all is?”

“So, what? You’ve gotten everything you could’ve possibly wanted, and now you’re tired of playing the game? Pathetic.” There’s a sneer in the tone of this unidentified speaker and you don’t like it. You want to jump to Dieter’s defense, but something tells you this is a conversation that you shouldn’t be eavesdropping on.

“Whatever, man,” Dieter scoffs dismissively.

There’s noise downstairs now–a slight thud and what sounds like Dieter grunting as if the wind has been knocked out of him.

“What changed?”

“Fuck off,” Dieter spits.

“What. Changed?”

“You weren’t fucking honest with me.”

“Bullshit,” the stranger growls back. “You knew exactly what you were getting into.”

“No, you said everything I wanted, that was the deal. Remember?” It’s quiet for a long moment, and you wonder if Dieter’s pacing. He does that, when he starts to get stressed. “I’m still alone, though.”

“That’s your own fault,” the stranger replies–voice a little softer now. “I didn’t say I would hand you your dreams on a silver platter. You make your own destiny. Surely it hasn’t been so long that you’ve forgotten that little qualifier.”

“I can’t bring someone else into this shit and you know it,” Dieter replies. The venom is gone from his voice now–he just sounds done. Exhausted and spent.

“You can, but you won’t.” There’s a moment of silence, then a heavy sigh. “Start acting like yourself again before you raise too much suspicion.”

“Fine,” Dieter sighs heavily.

There’s a few long moments of silence, and then you hear the heavy solid oak front door shut. Presumably the guest has gone, and while you’re eager to sneak down and see if you can catch a glimpse of who it might’ve been, it’s far too risky with Dieter down there. Something tells you that he should never find out about the way you just eavesdropped on that conversation. You don’t know who he was talking to, or what kind of deal they were discussing–you just know that it’s serious, and definitely above your paygrade.

“Did you find that paperwork?”

You didn’t hear Dieter come upstairs–his sudden question from right behind you makes you jump and whirl around to look at him. You fight to keep your calm as you catch your breath; the last thing you want to do is clue him in that you overheard his conversation with his unknown guest.

“Yeah, I’ve got it right here,” you answer after a thick gulp.

“You’re a doll,” he proclaims with a wide smile. How easily he picks up the face he wears with you after a conversation that clearly upset him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you hum with a smile. “This entire room is a nightmare. It’s a miracle you ever find anything. You need to get, like… some filing cabinets. At the very least.”

“I’ll, uhh… get right on that,” he says in a way that makes you sure he definitely won’t get right on it.

Despite the nerves still thrumming through your veins, you laugh. “I’ll take care of it.”

“You’re a doll,” he repeats with his trademark grin. “Oh! Hey, uhh… you have tomorrow off. Paid, obviously.”

“Why?” You ask before you can think better of it.

He seems surprised–you don’t normally ask questions, especially about paid vacation days. “Work stuff I gotta take care of. No big deal.”

“Okay,” you answer with a slight frown. “Sure I can’t help?”

He actually does seem to be contemplating it for a moment–his eyes scan over your body, and it’s like he’s considering you more than the actual offer. “No, honey, I’ll be okay.”

“Okay.” You take a short breath, then head towards the door–this was the last task on your list for the night. “Anything else you need before I head out?”

He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head as he follows you down the stairs. “No. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You feel heat fluttering underneath your skin at the pet name–he uses them often and they never fail to make your heart pick up pace. It’s like he can tell, because his eyes linger on your lips for a moment before trailing down to the pulse point on the left side of your neck. You wonder for a second if he can actually see it beating, but you quickly push that ridiculous thought away.

“You’re sure there’s nothing I can do for you tomorrow?”

His eyes are still trained on your neck like he’s completely zoned out or something. You watch as his tongue slowly glides over his bottom lip, trance-like; it makes your breath hitch in your throat.

“Yeah,” he whispers after a long moment–he’s standing so close now, you didn’t even notice him closing in. “I’ll call you if anything comes up.”

“Okay.” You want nothing more than to grab him and pull him in, to kiss him like your life depends upon it. He sounded so upset and every bone in your body is screaming to comfort him. The way he’s looking at you right now, you don’t think he’d mind at all.

Instead you take a deep breath, grab your bag from the bench next to the door, and bid him goodnight.

Dieter doesn’t seem to realize that you’re always working, whether you’re on the clock or not. Even on ‘off’ days, you get loads of calls for scheduling requests and other tasks. Your saving grace is your trusty day planner—it holds both of your schedules, all neatly color-coded for maximum efficiency.

The worst thing you could’ve done on a weekend leading up to awards season is leave it in Dieter’s home office—and yet, as you frantically dig through your tote bag and your desk, that seems to be exactly what you’ve done.

You know Dieter’s got whatever event he’s hosting at home, but you can’t keep taking calls and scribbling notes on napkins without your schedule in front of you. The last thing you want to do is overbook him at a time where every single interview counts.

With a heavy sigh, you dial Dieter’s home number. It rings for what seems like eternity, and just as you’re about to hang up an unfamiliar voice answers.

“Hello?”

With a sigh of relief, you ask, “Hi, is Dieter there?”

“He’s busy.” The voice is high and sweet, yet her tone says she couldn’t be more irritated.

“Okay… umm, it’s kind of important.”

The stranger sighs dramatically. “I can take a message.”

“I just… I left something there, and I need to come get it as soon as possible. But I don’t want to interrupt anything.”

This time when she speaks, her tone is considerably more friendly. “Oh! Yeah, come on over. The more the merrier!”

You can’t help your intrigue, although you really don’t want to intrude without Dieter’s say-so. “Are you sure? I could always come tomorrow, I guess.”

“No no, come! It’s a party, everyone’s welcome!” Then the line goes dead without any further discussion.

You consider redialing in the hopes of speaking and clearing your visit with Dieter, but you doubt you’ll actually get through to him–and really, what harm would a quick visit do? You know exactly where you left it, on the desk in his office. It’ll be five minutes tops, a quick in and out. He might never even know that you’d been there.

You shake off the curious sense of foreboding that overtakes your mind as you grab your keys and lock your apartment door behind you.

It’s a twenty minute ride to Dieter’s house–a lot of time to spend thinking. At the forefront of your mind is that peculiar conversation you overheard last night; you’re not entirely sure why, really. Whoever that man was sounded almost as if he was in some kind of position of power over Dieter, and you don’t have even an educated guess at who that could possibly be. Dieter’s his own boss and he doesn’t take bullying–you’ve never heard someone get away with bossing him around like that before. He’s constantly in some weird form of pissing match with the directors and producers of whatever film he’s working on; he’s never seemed to be good at taking orders, even when he’s supposed to. You’ve heard many a rant about how much he values the ‘freedom of expression’. It all serves to make the mysterious visitor more confusing. Who does Dieter have to answer to?

The cab pulls up in front of his gated home before you’re able to find a plausible answer. You instruct the driver to keep the meter running since you’ll only be a minute before you step out into the crisp late-January air.

The grounds are a lot quieter than you expect them to be as the guard on duty opens the gate and closes it behind you. One thing Dieter’s famous for is noise–his parties are always reported as loud and exciting affairs akin to the fraternities in his favorite movie Animal House. There's no noise at all today, though, and it makes you curious. Is it really a party? Or was the stranger who answered the phone maybe his only guest? If the latter is the case, why would she want you to join in?

There’s a pale man in a cheap-looking suit waiting just inside the door, a tray of filled wine glasses in his gloved hands. “Take one,” he instructs, his eyes distant like he’s looking through you rather than at you.

“Oh, no thank you, I just need to–”

“Take one,” he repeats. “Master’s orders.”

Master? Of course Dieter would be into that.

The wine is a deep red, probably that expensive vintage shit that he’s always raving about. You prefer the grocery store stuff yourself, not just because it’s all you can afford. A drink never hurts, though, and you could certainly use something to take the edge off–because that tingling sense of foreboding has only gotten stronger since your arrival.

You take a glass and swirl its currant-colored liquid around. It seems more viscous than any wine you’ve had before–probably a mark of its age, but that’s just guesswork on your part. You take a small sip, then nearly gag. It’s like drinking a pile of melted pennies. You swallow it down with a grimace anyway since you don’t want to make a scene of spitting it out in front of the server. It leaves a metallic taste in your mouth that you’re eager to wash out–thankfully, the kitchen is on your route to the stairs. You quickly deposit the glass on a table once you’re out of the server’s eyesight, then head down the hall in a desperate search for water.

Once you’re out of the foyer, there are people everywhere. Very subdued people, at that–draped over furniture like throw blankets, some even laying on the floor. You consider checking one’s pulse until he twitches and lets out a muffled groan. Clearly high on something, you’re just not sure what. You nearly trip over one person and they actually hiss at you like some kind of feral cat. Your skin starts to crawl with every step you take. Even more important than your discomfort, though, is finding Dieter. What if he’s like this, too? Do you need to call someone?

You notice a dull ache starting in your gums as you make it to the kitchen–thankfully you’re familiar with his home, and you have a glass of water in your hands within no time. It seems that no matter how much you drink, though, that coppery-bloody taste never leaves your mouth. What the hell was that stuff?

There’s a short-haired blonde woman propped up against the wall underneath the mounted phone; she reaches out a lazy hand in some sort of greeting. She looks vaguely familiar, like someone you might’ve seen on the set of one of Dieter’s films.

“You made it!” She says with a lazy smile. She must be the woman you spoke to earlier, although you’re not sure how she can identify you.

“Yeah. Where’s Dieter?” The longer you’re here, the more worried you become. Something isn’t right, and your skin is prickling with apprehension.

“Upstairs,” she murmurs, then her eyes flutter shut and she slumps a little further down. She’s visibly breathing, at least.

For a moment, you consider picking up the phone and ringing the police. Would that cause more harm than good? Dieter must be aware of what’s going on here–you know you should talk to him before you do anything.

Your mission to find your planner momentarily forgotten, you make your way through the living room towards the stairs.

You check the office at the top first–there’s a few bodies zonked out on the couch, but none of them are Dieter. With trepidation in your very soul, you make your way down the hall. Each room is more of the same–people in varying states of unrest, no sign of the man you’re looking for. Most of them have red-stained lips and you eye more than one smashed glass along your journey. Your own mouth is starting to get alarmingly sore, but you ignore it in favor of finding Dieter.

Each step you take drives your worries deeper into your skull. What if something’s happened to him? What if he’s knocked out like all of his guests, or hurt, or something worse?

This is the first time you’ve breached the bubble of his bedroom. None of your work has ever involved this room, and while you’re a naturally nosey type of person, there’s something deeply personal and sacred about the space someone sleeps in.

Ignoring the steady throbbing in your gums, you knock once before pushing open the door.

Dieter’s alone in his room, sprawled out like a starfish in a sea of rumpled sheets at the center of his massive bed. Something akin to a groan of horror escapes your throat as you see the state he’s in. He’s paler than a corpse and drenched in sweat, chest barely rising and falling with breath.

For a moment, you’re frozen in place. Your entire body breaks out in a cold sweat as you notice the knife in his right hand and the deep gash in the crook of his left arm, right where an IV would normally be set. You can smell the blood draining from him, you can even taste it in the air–or maybe that’s just the lingering taste of whatever you drank downstairs.

Your stomach churns violently with the sudden realization of what you’ve done, of what you’ve drank.

“Dieter!” You manage to choke out while your brain tries to remember how to send the signals required for your body to fucking move.

He lifts his head shakily, brown eyes widening after a long moment of trying to recognize the face he’s looking at. “No no no,” he whispers hoarsely, “you’re not supposed t-to be here. You’re.. y-you’re supposed to be a-at home.”

A sharp, shattering pain in your top gum snaps your brain back into action. In a flash you’re crawling across a seemingly endless desert of mattress and it feels like you’ll never reach him. Everything is moving so slowly–each movement seems to take a hundred times the effort it should.

You spit out a mouthful of blood as the pain heightens, barely registering the two upper canines that go with it.

“What the fuck have you done?” You sob, uselessly pawing at his slashed left arm. It’s a precise cut straight across the artery–your hands are sticky and soaked with red the moment you touch him. Pressure, your brain screams at you. Put pressure on the wound.

“A real artist must suffer,” he mumbles weakly–then, even quieter, “I didn’t want to be alone anymore.”

“You’re dying.” Your voice doesn’t sound like your own anymore. It’s higher, breathier.

“You drank it, d-didn’t you?” He asks, ignoring your statement. His distant eyes are trained on the sharp fangs that have pushed your canines out. “Fuck. Fuck! You were n-never supposed to…”

“Shut up, shut up,” you plead. Every shaky breath seems to cost him years. “How do I fix this? How do I fix you?”

“Thirsty,” he mumbles. There’s water on the sideboard, your brain reminds you. You don’t even remember bringing the glass with you, much less setting it down. Everything is so fuzzy. Your arm doesn’t move nearly as fast as it should when you reach for the glass, and Dieter’s hand weakly comes up to stop you.

“Not water,” he croaks. “Need… need…”

He can’t seem to form the words required to tell you what he needs. He doesn’t have to, though. You know.

“You’re not dying on me, Bravo.” You take the knife from his slack right hand before he can stop you and grit your sore teeth together as you slash it across your palm.

“N-no, don’t…” But he doesn’t resist as you hold your bleeding palm to his mouth. His empty eyes flash back to life with the first taste, and then he takes your hand in his own and drinks greedily. You watch with nothing short of disbelief as the cut on his arm seals itself right before your eyes.

“You were supposed to stay away from this,” he murmurs as his tongue sweeps across your palm. “Why the fuck are you here, baby?”

You don’t even remember anymore. Everything is hazy, everything hurts. It’s a chore just to keep your eyes open.

“Damn it,” he growls–pushing your hand away from his blood-smeared mouth seems to take all his willpower. “I never wanted this for you.”

“It’s okay,” you murmur as you slump down against his sheets. They’re so soft and light, and you want to cocoon yourself in them for the rest of time. “It’s just a dream.”

“Why’d you have to come save me? Huh?” His voice sounds so far away that you’re not even sure he’s really speaking.

“I love you.” It’s okay to say that, because he’ll never actually find out. It’s just a dream, after all; you’ll wake up in the morning confused but totally okay.

“You were never supposed to,” his voice echoes from some plain of existence far, far away. “Damn it honey, stay awake just a minute longer.”

You try, but your eyes are so heavy. He sighs heavily, as if he knows it’s useless.

“Promise you’ll still love me when you wake up,” he pleads through the tunnel that separates you.

Nodding saps the last of your strength, so you let your eyes flutter closed. “Okay.”

You feel his lips against yours and his coppery kiss nearly brings you back from the verge of sleep. In the end, though, your throbbing head wins. Sleep takes hold quickly despite your feeble resistance.

How strange it is to fall asleep in a dream.

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quicktosimp · 10 months ago

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Honey Dust

Romancing Pandora Day 06 - Rut/Heat Cycle

Tsu'tey/Human!Reader

Visual of the genitals used: here

Warnings: 18+, Rutting, Sex Pollen, High Sex, Cunnilingus, Fingering, P in V Sex, Alien Genitlia, Sub!Tsu'tey, Topish!Reader, Cervix Penetration

@eywaite After our little chat about Tsu'tey, I just had to change my plans 🤭

Words: 3439

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Despite being mated to Tsu’tey, I am still human and need to make visits to Hell’s Gate. Also, being mated to Tsu’tey meant that there was no way in hell that he’d let me go there alone. I pray to Eywa that this goes well because Tsu’tey and human-sized spaces don’t mix well… but that could just be the excuse that he gives me. Tsu’tey always looks a little too pleased when he breaks something.

“Promise me you'll watch your tail,” I look up at him, my eyes wide and pleading.

I could see him visibly soften under my gaze, better than the harsh glare he was giving the outside gate.

“I promise I will watch my tail,” He repeated dutifully.

“And that you’ll do your best not to break anything?” I pressed further.

I could see him hesitate, knowing that I’d trapped him, as he hates lying to me, “I promise I will do my best not to break anything,” He responded dejectedly.

I smile at him as I open my arms; Tsu’tey leans down so I can grab his face, kissing him sweetly.

“Thank you, baby,” I kiss him once more before parting.

With his spirits lifted, as much as they can be going onto Hell’s Gate, I lock our fingers together, pulling him into the airlock vents. As we enter, Tsu’tey grabs a ventilator for him to use here. The whole point of this visit is for me to get an updated injection. Monthly injections allow us to neutralize the poison in Pandora’s air, letting us breathe without the worry of masks. It is unsafe for younger kids to have, so we keep oxygen-safe places, letting the kids run without fear, like little Spider.

“(Y/N)! Tsu’tey!” I heard Spider’s little voice yell.

I turn and see that little five-year-old boy running at me as fast as his little legs can take him. Blond curls bounced as he ran, his face lit up as he saw his two favorite people.

“Spider!” I shouted, kneeling down and opening my arms.

Spider hit my chest, and his little arms wrapped tightly around my neck. Thankfully, Tsu’tey was behind me, so instead of hitting the floor, I simply leaned against his legs. I wrapped my arms as tightly as I dared around his little body, softly shaking him side to side, making him erupt in giggles.

“What are you doing here?” Spider asks me, his brown eyes curious.

I sit him on my lap, my arms still holding him, “I came to get my shot,” I explained honestly.

Spider scrunched his nose, remembering the last injections that he had to get, “Those are stinky,” he concluded.

I chuckle at his bluntness, “You’re right. They are stinky, but we need them to get strong,” I replied as I smoothed over his hair.

“But you’re an adult; why do you need one?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

“Well, there are some shots you have to get even when you’re an adult; the one that I’m getting lets me breathe outside without a mask on,” I did my best to explain.

Spider looked pensive in my lap, thinking for a moment, “(Y/N), if you didn’t get the shot, would you stay with me?” His large doe eyes stare into my soul.

I could feel Tsu’tey stiffen behind me before he sat down behind me and wrapped his arms around both of us.

“Ma’Prrnen, listen to me well,” Tsu’tey started, as his hand met mine, playing with Spider’s hair, “We have both been working very hard lately; do you know why?”

Spider shook his head, not understanding why Tsu’tey was asking such a question.

“Because right now, we are building a special place. The special place is in our kelku; you remember what that is, right?” He further questioned.

“Home! Kulku is a home!” Spider answered excitedly, happy to know the answer.

“That’s right! Good job, prrnen,” Tsy’tey’s face was proud, “The special place is almost finished, and when it is, then human air will be inside our kelku.” Tsu’tey paused, letting Spider absorb all the information, and not because he was choking up.

“So, I can breathe there?” Spider asked uncertainly.

I took over from here, “Yes, Spider, and as soon as it’s finished and you can breathe, you’re going to come with us. You’ll live with Tsu’tey and I,” I explained, tears in my eyes.

Spider’s face was pensive before he quietly asked me, “I go with you? I get to have a home? You’re gonna take me home? Like you’re my mommy and daddy?” With each word, my heart broke for him.

“Yes, prrnen, you’ll be our son, our ‘Itan. She’ll be your Mommy, and I’ll be your Sempu,” Tsu’tey whispers, shifting Spider so he was against his own chest.

Spider sat there shocked, as he was struggling to understand. Soon, tears started to fall as his body shook.

“Oh baby,” I coo, holding him close so he was protected on either side.

“Please! I Wanna go home! I wanna go home now! Please!” His sobs broke my heart.

“Soon, baby, just three more days. And you’re going to be so busy you won’t even notice it,” I put my head on top of Spider’s, kissing his curls, “Because you have to pack all your stuff, all toys, and blankies, then you’ll be right back with us.”

“Go home,” He cried.

“Yes, ‘Itan, we’ll go home,” Tsu’tey whispered.

The three of us sit there on the cold metal floor, holding each other, tears falling. Slowly, Spider’s sobs turned to hiccups, which turned to sniffles, and soon, he was sleeping in our arms.

I pat his hair as he sleeps, not wanting to move from our little pile.

“I will take him to his room and get him comfortable while you go to the med bay; I’ll meet you there,” Tsy’tey whispers into my hair.

I groan at the idea, refusing to move from my spot, instead curling in closer.

I could feel his laughter underneath me, “Go now, Yawne. The sooner we’re done here, the sooner we can finish the airlock for Spider,” He successfully bribed.

I pull away with a groan, standing up and popping my back after sitting on the floor for so long, “Fine, but only for Spider,” I leaned down and kissed Tsu’tey soundly and then Spider softly, not wanting to wake him.

“I will see you soon, Yawne,” Tsu’tey whispered, standing to his feet. Spider cradled close to his chest, and his tail warped around him, too.

“See you soon, love,” and with that, we went our perspective ways.

The med bay was plain and boring, as usual. The injection went without problems, the familiar pinch and burn, in and out in less than 3 minutes. Well, it would have been if I hadn’t gotten talking. I hadn’t seen my friends in a good while, so we all wanted to catch up. We talked about kids, boyfriends, husbands, new projects, and anything we haven’t discussed in the past month. It’s always a good time, with lots of laughs and giggles going around. Until the telltale crash, with the unmistakable sound of glass shattering, hit our ears. We all looked over, and lo and behold, Tsu’tey was there, shattered glass by his feet and a cloud of golden dust surrounding his form.

“Are you okay?” I asked, panicked, worried he may have cut himself.

“I-“ achoo “am-“ achoo “fine-“ achoo achoo “Yawne” achoo

I shook my head at his attempts to reassure me, turning to those behind me, “Does anyone know what was in those vials?” I ask them wearily.

The lot of them shook their heads with mutters of negatives. Sighing, I grabbed a nearby broom and started sweeping the shards around Tsu’tey’s bare feet.

“I promise you this time was actually an accident; I’m sorry, Yawne,” His ears pinned back from shame.

Looking at the tray they were on before, I believe him it was low, even for a human, below his knees.

“It’s alright, love, we just need to figure out what it was,” I eyed the golden powder covering his skin wearily.

Tsu’tey rubbed at the powder on his skin, the golden substance moving and rubbing into his skin, “It’s very soft,” his voice was curious but not malicious.

“Please try and not touch,” I whined, concerned that the dust was absorbing into his skin.

Tsu’tey shot me a look for my stupid comment, gesturing to it covering his entirety. I roll my eyes at him while checking for any lingering shards.

“Alright, the glass is gone; go wash in the bio showers,” I told him, pointing at the shower rooms, which he’s used multiple times for breaking things before.

I could see the grimace as he obeyed and walked to the containment showers. I sighed again, wondering what the side effects would be this time. Nothing lethal is stored in the med bay, but minor or inconvenient side effects are guaranteed. A couple too many people were using the med bay for ‘coupling,’ so Max started placing extra things in the med bay, but he didn’t catch any humans, just an annoyed Tsu’tey. I dumped the shards of glass into the trash, then returned to the scene of the crime, looking for anything that would tell me what the hell this stuff was. Thankfully, a clipboard was on the tray, mostly uncontaminated from the substances.

I read the paper intently, ensuring I didn’t miss a thing. My eyebrows rose as I continued to read, not expecting what I was reading. It seems that some avatars are having a difficult time managing their heat and ruts, and while working on birth control, they instead made an aphrodisiac that triggers a heat or rut. I tucked the clipboard under my arm and ran towards the showers, where Tsu’tey was glaring at the human-sized showers.

“Honey, let’s skip the shower and get home. Now,” I demand hurriedly.

Tsu’tey looked at me strangely, “Did you not just tell me to shower now? What’s with the change of heart?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“I’ll explain on the way, but you are 100% fine, and we need to get you home now,” I pressed, grabbing his arm, the silky powder smooth under my fingertips.

Tsu’tey reluctantly allowed me to pull him along; I passed my friends, barely even waving behind me. We travel the corridors and swiftly leave Hell’s Gate while I’m still pulling Tsu’tey along. I look back at him, and his eyes are dilated, and his breathing is starting to become heavy. I urged Teu’tey along, trying to get him to pay attention to his surroundings, but it seemed he could only pay attention to me. Arriving at our kelku was a massive relief, but my work wasn’t over yet. I sat Tsu’tey on the ground, his chest heaving as he continued to take deep breaths, and his tail twitched irritably. Noticing that I didn’t have much time left, I turned to go and clean some of the kelku, ensuring nothing dangerous was on the floor. Instead, I was met by two strong arms wrapping around my waist.

“Where are you going, Yawne? You can’t leave now,” Tsu’tey’s nose buried itself in my hair, breathing me in deep.

“It’s alright, love. I’m just going to clean up a bit; I won't go far,” I tried to convince myself.

But his arms were like vises as he continued to take in my scent.

“So sweet, like paskalin,” He concludes, moving down so his nose was at my neck, “You’re my paskalin,” His voice was rumbly from purring.

I smile softly at my high mate, “Yes, love, I’m your paskalin; now I need to clean up our kelku, okay?” I soothe, trying to escape his arms, to no avail.

I gasped as Tsu’tey’s long, warm tongue tailed over the side of my neck, the wet trail cooling in the air.

“Kalin, paskalin,” He muttered, licking me again, sucking my skin into his mouth.

I bit back the moan that tried to escape as I wrenched myself out of Tsu’tey’s grasp.

“Baby, you gotta give me two seconds-” I tried to explain, only for Tsu’tey to lunge at me.

He’s now on his knees, his arms again wrapped around my waist, his head leaning on my stomach, eye darkened and begging, “‘Ì’awn, rutxe,” he licked at my stomach, working up towards my tits.

“Tsu’tey, I just- oh shit,” I once again attempted to persuade him to let me go, only for Tsu’tey to mouth at my tit, nipping on the side, then sucking my nipple into my mouth.

Using one of his hands, he trailed it over to my neglected tit, rolling my nipple, picking, and pulling at it, making me weak in the knees, but Tsu’tey held me in place, refusing to let up on his work on my tits.

Tsu’tey pulled away, looking at me beggingly, “Sìltsan?” He asks me.

I shakily nodded my head, “Yes, now, now I need you to listen,” I huffed out.

“Kin, kin,” He Tsu’tey begs, rolling his hips, the aphrodisiac from the powder fully taking effect.

“I know, baby, I know you need more, but I’m not ready,” I tried to explain to my needy mate.

“Srung,” Tsu’tey nodded to himself.

Fix? Assistance? What does he mean?

Tsu’tey unwrapped himself from me before laying down, placing his head between my legs. Tsy’tey pulled me down to my knees, my cunt now above his face. Having forgo panties today, under my skit Tsu’tey stares at my bare cunt.

“Sevin,” He whispered reverently before pulling me down the rest of the way.

His long tongue eagerly licked at my cunt, like he was a starved man. His tongue was erratic as he licked at my hole, begging for entrance, only to move up to my clit, and nip and suck at it, only to repeat it all again.

“Tsu’tey!” I moaned as I threw my head back, the pleasure overwhelming.

I rolled my hips, grinding myself into Tsu’tey’s mouth. Tsu’tey went back to my hole, begging for entrance with his tongue, pocking and prodding until he was finally able to slip in. His wet muscle wiggled around inside my gummy walls. I gasped as his tongue filled me, long, thick, and wet, stretching my core.

“Yes, baby, more, give me more,” I demand, as I take my tits into my hands, rolling and kneading at them.

Tsu’tey obeyed happily, slipping in a finger alongside his tongue, stretching me even more as his thumb came to play with my clit. I groaned from the added digit, happy for more, as they worked sloppily in my pussy. The sounds of my wetness rang through our kelku, and it became even louder as Tsu’tey added another finger, removing his tongue, and thrust his finger erratically, moving them around, desperately needing me to be ready for this cock.

“Ftxìlor,” He mumbled before biting my inner thigh.

I could feel my high nearing, and I had to jump off. Knowing that I am going to cum many times in the near future, I need to save my energy.

“Kehe! Nì’ul!” Tsu’tey whined, trying to follow me.

I quickly put my foot in his chest, keeping him down, “‘Ì’awn,” I demand firmly, my skin still tingling as my heart pounds in my chest, distracted by my near high.

Tsu’tey lays there while rolling his hips. His central slit is completely relaxed, his cock peaking out, needing to breed. It’s hard and throbbing as it wrestles with his tewng, getting caught in the straps.

“Rutxe, rutxe, rutxe, nì’ul’ul,” Tsu’tey begged me, tears pricking at his eyes.

I pressed my foot harder into his chest, “‘Ì’awn,” This time, I was firmer in my tone, not leaving any room for him to disobey.

I removed my foot, watching as his hips rolled and his hands flexed by his side, wanting to reach and touch me. Tsu’tey’s body was flush and sweaty; he breathed harshly through his mouth, panting like a dog. His eyes stared unblinkingly at my pussy, the object of his desires. I leaned down and started to untie his tewng. The spines of his cock had started to get tangled in the straps. His large cock begins as the same color as his skin, then lightens as it progresses, with the tapered tip being a pretty lavender. The shaft is covered in firm spines that are similar to his kuru, each of them wiggling, wanting to lock inside their mate.

“Rutxe!” Tsu’tey’s muscles spasmed as he cried out.

I finally got the damned tewng untangled, and I threw it to the side; I quickly straddled him, “Mawey, muntxatan,” I cooed at him as I grabbed his cock, aligning it with my cunt.

I lowered myself onto his cock slowly. His cockhead slips past my entrance easily, but once I reach the spines on his cock it becomes more difficult. I groan as I force myself down as each spine pops inside me, each of his spines coming to life inside me, all of them eager to find a spot to lock inside me.

“Feel so good, Tsu’tey,” I moan as his cock rubs my walls.

Tsu’tey’s eyes were nearly black, and only a small ring of light green remained as moans slipped from his lips, his mind completely blank; the only thing that he could focus on was my wet heat surrounding his cock, and his need to breed me.

“Paskalin, win si,” Tsu’tey moaned deeply, his chest vibrating underneath me as he grabbed my hips, attempting to pull me down faster.

I smacked his hands away, refusing to go any faster, “Voìk si,” I demanded sternly as I slid another inch inside me.

“Paskalin, rutxe, rutxe,” Tsu’tey cried out as I continued my slow descent.

I lean up and hold his jaw in my hand, leading his lips to mine. We kiss messily, our mouths open, and our tongues collide, sliding against each other as we breathe each other's breath. I moan onto Tsu’tey as he whimpers; the pleasure of me ricking my hips magnifies the further down I get.

“Oh shit,” I whisper shakily as I bottomed out, every part of Tsu’tey’s cock filling me, making me feel whole.

The spines started to work harder, each of them wiggling around inside me, while some had already found their spot, hardening in place and refusing to budge. I bounded in place, racking his spines along my sensitive walls as I started to rub my clit. Everything was soaked from spit and my juices, making a sticky, slick mess underneath my thighs. My core was already wound tight from before; I just needed a little more,”

“Come on, baby, come on, give it to me, give me your cum Tsu’tey,” I mewled as I rocked myself more on his cock, even as it became more difficult.

Tsu’tey’s arms wrapped around me, sling me down so we were chest to chest, before he lifted his hips up and rocked into me. His cock never slipped an inch, simply dragging me back and forth, stuck on his cock. My hand had slipped from my clit, but it was crushed against Tsu’tey’s stomach, making me grind it as I was sent back and forth on his cock. Sending sharp pleasure through my body, causing tears to prick in my eyes.

Tsu’tey growled loudly as he neared his own release. His cock head found my cervix, grinding against it trying to seek entrance.

“Tsu’tey!” I whined as he breached my cervix, entering into a forbidden place.

It was a slow burn that heated the rest of my core, and it snapped the coil inside me. I came screaming; each of my limbs was shaking as I thrashed on top of Tsu’tey, crying my release. But Tsu’tey wasn’t done; the tendrils at the base of his cockhead, started to work. They wiggled themselves between his cock and the walls of my cervix, forming a tight seal. I whined as the tight space was forced even wider, my body already oversensitized. When finally he came, ropes upon rope of cum hit my womb, not a drop able to escape as it went deeper inside me. Tsu’tey held me close, his chest vibrating in a purr, happy to have finally bred his mate. I could feel the vibrations on my clit, causing me to flinch, as my body wasn’t ready to go again so soon. But I will have to anyway; Tsu’tey’s rut was triggered, and we have another four days of this.

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grumpypixistix · 9 months ago

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Reflections

Miguel O’Hara x Mom!Reader

Warnings- Mirror sex, unprotected p in v, lactating kink, biting kink, breath play, sprinkle of overstimulation (with aftercare!)

18+ MINORS DNI

A/n- Fic based on this request here! Also shout out to @naeverse for helping me with my writer’s block, thank you lovely <3 (and again, I’m so so sorry this took so long-)

“See? Look how pretty you are, mi vida.”

Miguel hummed quietly as he stared at you in the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder. His tall figure towered behind you as you continued to stare at your reflection, leaning over to rest his head on yours. A sigh left your lips as you turned your head towards him.

“Are you sure I am..?” You questioned softly, your arms moving away from your healed stomach.

Miguel looked at you and chuckled, placing a kiss to your temple as his thumbs gently caressed your hips.

“Sweetheart, of course I’m sure. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Plus, you did give me a beautiful kid, so you get bonus points for that” Miguel teased, trying to lighten up your spirit.

A small chuckle left your lips as he teased you, a smile creeping up on your mouth as you turned around to face him.

“Being a mom gives me attractive bonus points?” You asked with a laugh, your hands holding onto the fabric of Miguel’s shirt.

“Of course it does, cariño, why wouldn’t it?” Miguel snickered, placing a soft kiss to your mouth.

You hummed in appreciation as Miguel’s lips met your own, your hand cupping his cheek as you continued to kiss him. After exchanging soft kisses, you slowly pull away to look up at him with a smile. When Miguel tried to pull you in for a longer make out session, you placed your other hand on his chest to stop him as the sound of fussing could be heard from the other side of the room.

“I think Gabriella’s hungry” You spoke softly and gently pulled away from him to go tend to the baby.

Miguel sighed quietly and gave you some time to get ready to feed the baby, wandering in the kitchen for a few minutes. He could hear the faint sound of your voice cooing the baby’s cries, the sound dying down after you began to breastfeed her. After some time, he finally came into the room and saw you with Gabriella in your arms, latching off of your breast. You didn’t even notice him standing in the doorway watching you until you moved your head up.

“Hi, honey” You hummed softly, giving Miguel a small smile.

Something in Miguel awoke at the sight of you like that… it made his blood rush through his veins and his stomach churn in a cycle. He remembered the times when the two of you had time alone… he missed your touch, your taste… but more importantly, he missed when you let him latch off of you like that. It gave him a source of comfort and security, which he would never admit to anyone else but you. It wasn’t something he was used to, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish that he could taste how sweet you were again… He didn’t even realize he was just staring at you in silence until you repeated your question.

“Miguelll? Are you listening to me?” You asked for the second time, glancing down and seeing Gabriella dozing off to sleep.

Miguel shook out of his deep thoughts and cleared his throat, “Uh- yeah, yeah.. mhm…”

You gave him a look and he sighed out of defeat, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. “Okay, you got me… I was stuck in my own thoughts.”

As you gently got up from the bed to set the baby back in the crib, a brow raised up on your face again when you made eye contact with the large man. Miguel noticed your face and realized you were waiting for him to elaborate, making his whole face burn a deep shade of red. He bit the inside of his cheek and took a few steps out of the room, leading you out as you tried to get him to explain himself.

“Care to explain yourself, Mr. O’Hara?” You teased lowly, a grin creeping on your lips.

Miguel let out a sheepish chuckle and avoided looking directly at you as he began to mumble, “Well… Y’know… when- when I saw you like that… it just… it reminded me of…”

A moment of silence occurred between the two of you as you tried to figure out what he meant by that statement, making Miguel a little nervous. Once you finally caught onto his hint, your eyes widened and your cheeks burned up.

“Wait, are you talking about… that?” You whispered, letting out a chuckle as you nibbled on your lip.

Miguel hesitantly nodded his head as he continued to look down, making you walk towards him to tilt his head up to your height. As you make him pay full attention to you, his eyes never leave yours and his breath hitches.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Miggy?”

He gulps quietly, his throat growing uncomfortably dry as he struggles to find an answer for you.

“I- I mean… it all depends on if you’re.. okay with it” Miguel whispers softly.

A small smile appears on your lips as you lean close enough to kiss his lips, fixing a few strands of his loose hair.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Miguel’s breath shakes even more than before as a wildfire begins to spread across his body, your touch only encouraging the feeling more. From your tone and words alone, he had a feeling that tonight was going to take an unexpected turn.

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After Peter B agreed to babysit Gabi for a few hours, you ended up being pinned to the bed with Miguel’s large hands resting on your hips as his mouth stayed connected to your neck. Soft and sensual moans poured out of you as he continued to spoil you with his hands and lips, gasping softly when you felt the sharp prick of his fangs tickle your skin. Miguel’s tongue continued to trail the soft and warm skin before gently plunging his fangs into your neck, a sharp squeak rushing out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself.

“Miguel-!” You cried out, writhing underneath his heavy body as he keeps his hands glued to your hips.

“Shhh, mi vida… lemme jus’ do this… fuck, I missed you so much…” Miguel whined out, kissing the punctures on your skin from where his fangs were buried in and grinding lightly against you.

The mix of every action from Miguel made your eyes roll back in pleasure, body slightly shaking from how good it felt to finally have him touch you like this again. He respected your boundaries and helped you heal when you had Gabriella, which you were thankful for, but having him like this again was like a fresh breath of air. It was much more than that, actually.

When Miguel placed a kiss to your lips, his hand trailed from your hip up to your neck, squeezing it slowly. The longer you kissed him, the harder it became to breathe from his hand wrapped around your neck. The quick and shaky breaths that left your sweet lips made Miguel even more turned on than before, waiting a few more moments as he listened to your struggling breathing. As the air left your lungs and your head began to feel light, you tapped Miguel’s wrist as a warning for him to stop.

Miguel listened immediately and let go of your neck, releasing a heavy sigh as you tried to catch the stolen breaths taken from you. He gave you some time to breathe, feeling himself grow harder between your legs just from listening to your breathing. As you feel his cock harden against your inner thigh, a breathless moan leaves you as your hips moved up against his, desperate to feel some sort of friction. Miguel let out a choked moan as you began to grind against his clothed dick, his pants feeling tighter with each move of your hips. It was too much for him, he had to have you.

“Shhit-! Hah- h- hold on, cariño…” Miguel shuddered, gently pulling away as he began to strip himself of his clothes.

As you were about to whine in protest, the sight of Miguel taking off his clothes in front of you made your mouth water. All protests you were about to make before had suddenly disappeared as his toned and tan body was now revealed to you, watching in anticipation as he now worked on getting his pants off. You bit down on your lip as Miguel unbuttoned his pants and urgently got them off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Some of the pressure had finally been relieved, but not all of it. When he looked up at you, he immediately noticed the look you had on your face. It was the face of pure lust and admiration, a look that he had missed for far too long.

Miguel leaned back down for a passionate kiss, his hands caressing your body as you took your time kissing him back. The sounds of your breaths mixing together were like music to your ears, sweet moans and whispers escaping from the both of you. His hands moved up to cup your clothed breasts, gently squeezing and massaging them. The feeling was a mix of pleasure and stress being released, making you crave more of it.

“Miggy…”

“Shh, I know.. I know, hermosa..” Miguel cooed quietly, giving you one last kiss before he helped you strip your shirt off.

The cold air hitting your skin made you sensitive, a quiet whimper escaping as goosebumps trailed your body. Miguel let out a small chuckle at your reaction, a relieved sigh leaving him as he looked at your exposed breasts. He had seen them hundreds of times, but he always loved it every single time. He couldn’t resist the urge to gently pinch your nipples with his fingers, placing warm kisses to the top of your breasts. Moans began to slip from your mouth, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as Miguel began to fondle with your breasts, feeling the warm liquid dribble down your skin from your nipples.

As Miguel pulled away from kissing your skin, he noticed the white liquid dripping down your breasts. He immediately licked up what was dripping from your nipples and began to suck on the right one, a gasp leaving you. The deep shade of red forming on your cheeks made your body heat up more, your hand moving up to his hair as the other scratched at his back. Miguel enjoyed every moment of this, quenching the one thirst he couldn’t resist for so long. As the warmness of the milk went down his throat, soft moans and whispers of encouragement poured out of you, only egging him on more.

After latching off and placing kisses to your right breast, Miguel placed a kiss to your lips before moving onto the left nipple. Your teeth dug into your lower lip deeper as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, slowly beginning to suck on it and latching onto your breast. Your head tilted back into the fluffy pillows, fingers tugging on some of his hair as you moaned his name. Miguel continued to drink the warm liquid with each suck, finally letting go after he was satisfied.

When Miguel looked at you as he sat back up, he let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction, your milk still on his wet lips. He licked his lips and carefully leaned down to kiss your cheeks and lips, looking down at you as a few loose strands hung in his face. A small smile crept up on his lips as you helped move his hair out of his face, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“I love you…” Miguel hummed quietly, a faint shade of red coating his cheeks.

A breathless chuckle left you as he spoke those words, smiling up at him, “I love you, too…”

Miguel leaned down once more to kiss you, gently helping you get out of your pants. After unbuttoning them, he practically ripped the fabric off of your body, making you worried that he just ruined a pair of your pants. When he looked at you again, he let out a laugh as he shifted to look between you and the pants on the floor.

“I’ll get you another pair if I ripped them” Miguel promised, giving you an apologetic smile.

A yelp and laugh left you as he suddenly scooped you into his arms, kissing him passionately as his thumbs dipped down under the hem of your panties. His hands gently squeezed your hips as the tips of his fingers pressed down into the plush of your ass. After sharing more passionate kisses with one another, Miguel pulled away to help you take off your underwear. He helps you slide them down your legs, a breathy sigh leaving your lips once more.

Miguel’s fangs dig into his bottom lip as he takes off your panties and sees your soaked pussy on display for him, ducking his head down to gently kiss the scar on your stomach. You squirm and quietly giggle as the feeling tickles you, earning a soft chuckle from him. He moves down to the top of your thighs and places several kisses to the skin, leaving a few on your inner thighs before he moves back up to meet your face. Miguel’s hand moves to cup your cheek, turning his head for a quick moment as if he were looking for something. When you turn your head in the same direction, you notice what he’s looking at.

The mirror from earlier.

As you look into the reflection of the both of you unclothed, a hot fluttery sensation begins to emerge in your stomach. Miguel noticed the sudden tint on your face and let out a low chuckle, kissing your cheek.

“C’mon, sweetheart… lemme show you just how pretty you are” Miguel whispers into your ear, earning a quiet moan from you.

From your reaction, Miguel begins to kiss your neck and pulls away to look at you, his hand gently wrapping around your throat as he pressed his lips to yours. You let out another whine as you kiss him back just as passionately, Miguel pulling away for a moment to help position you on the bed. He had you lying down on your chest, back arched up and your ass facing him. You bit down on your lower lip and hummed quietly, watching him in the reflection of the mirror in front of you. He let out a low groan as his hands caressed the plush skin, giving you a quick spank and a kiss to your lower back.

You reacted to the sting from the spank with a sharp hiss, noticing Miguel parting away from you to remove his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief as his cock sprung out, finally relieved that he was no longer restricted. Once he threw his boxers somewhere on the floor, he eagerly began to rub his mushroom tip against your pussy and gathering your slick. The warm feeling made you gasp and fall into a soft moan, watching Miguel in the reflection as he let out quiet and shaky breaths. And then slowly, inch by inch, he began to dip his cock inside you with a long and low moan.

The slow stretch of you adjusting to take him felt amazing, earning a loud moan from you. As Miguel’s hands stayed on your hips to slowly thrust inside you, you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut from the slow pleasure. For a few moments, you continued to keep your eyes closed, letting out whimpers and mewls until Miguel noticed you in the mirror. His hand moved from your hip to wrap around your neck, making you gasp from the sudden feeling and your eyes open.

“Don’t close your eyes… I want you to see everything… Want you to watch me fuck this pussy” Miguel groaned lowly, lightly squeezing your neck as he began to pick up his pace.

His words only made you more needy for him, the wet sounds of his dick moving in and out of your pussy beginning to fill the room. As you struggled to keep your eyes open, each breath was knocked out of you from Miguel’s thrusts, your moans coming out broken. It was as if the long wait he had to endure was finally over- and each passing moment was worth it for him. He missed the feeling of your walls fluttering around him when you cum, the sweet sounds of your moans encouraging him to go on. He missed the times when he would overstimulate you to tears, kissing you and whispering sweet things during aftercare. And now he has the chance to do it all over again.

As Miguel speeds up the pace, he squeezes your neck tighter as your breath weakens, the combination of his thrusts and his hand around your neck making it hard to breathe.

“Miggy-!” You cry out weakly, gasping for air and moving your ass against him for some friction.

“Tha’s it- fuuck-!” Miguel moans loudly, giving your neck one last squeeze before removing his hand to rub your clit.

In the reflection of the mirror, you could see your face forming into pure pleasure as Miguel fucks you with his thick cock and teases your clit. Your loud moans echo throughout the room, the sound of skin slapping together accompanying the whines pouring out of you.

“Fuck! F- Fuck, keep- keep going-“ You barely managed to muster out, your legs twitching as Miguel rubs the sensitive ball of nerves.

Miguel rubs your clit faster as you tell him to keep going, whispering praises and kissing your shoulder before burying his fangs into your skin. A choked gasp escaped from you as his tip rubbed perfectly against your g-spot, the pleasure mixing with the pain of his fangs digging into your shoulder. As you managed to look up at your reflection again, you wished that you could stay like this forever.

The sight of Miguel balls deep inside of you, his arm wrapped tight around you as his head leans against yours. His other arm tucked against your torso, rubbing your clit, eager to please the one person he loves the most. Just the view alone made you want to gush all over his cock- hell, the view made you want to give him another baby. Anything was worth having his cum stuffed inside of you, and you were willing to do whatever it took to get it.

Miguel could feel his orgasm creeping up, the feeling of your walls fluttering making him cry out your name.

“Cariño, I’m- hah- I’m so close-“

Your orgasm was creeping close as well, letting out a chant of moans and Miguel’s name as he continued to plow his cock inside of your soaked pussy.

“Me too, baby- Ohh Miggy!!”

That sentence was enough to tip Miguel over the edge, gasping and moaning as his cum filled your cunt. As his orgasm washed over, yours crashed down at the same time, the whole room filled with nothing but the sound of both of your moans, his sweet sounds kissing your ear. As Miguel’s cum continued to leak out of his tip, he moved his hips to stuff it all back inside you, not wanting a single drop to go to waste. The more he moved his hips to thrust inside you, the more sensitive you became from trying to come down from your intense orgasm. Gasps and high pitched cries escaped you as you reached up to tug on his hair, your body shaking from underneath him as he continued his thrusts.

“Miguel-!!” You sobbed, becoming extremely overstimulated from his cock still buried inside your cunt.

Miguel immediately noticed your signal and was quick to comfort you, placing kisses to your shoulder and cheek as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of your cum-filled pussy.

“Shhh, it’s ok, muñeca… I got you…” Miguel whispered softly into your ear, cooing and moving off of you to cuddle you.

You tried to catch your breath as you laid down with Miguel, his arms wrapping around you as the two of you calmed down from your orgasms. His fingertips traced random patterns over your skin, placing a soft peck to your forehead before leaning down to your lips. Your hand made its way to cup his cheek as he kissed you, quietly humming with a smile on your face as he pulled away to look at you. As you turned your head a little, you could see the both of you holding each other in the reflection, making your cheeks flush a soft pink.

Miguel chuckled and kissed your temple as he whispered in your ear, “See? Told you I’d show you just how pretty you are..”

That earned a quiet giggle out of you, growing slightly bashful at his words. He chuckled with you and held you closer, the two of you lying like that for a little while until Peter brought Gabriella back home.

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“Thank you so much for watching her, I really hope it wasn’t much of an issue for you” You told Peter as Gabriella cooed in your arms.

“Don’t worry about it, really. I’ve got Mayday back home, so I’m pretty much used to fussy babies” Peter chuckled with a grin on his face.

“I know, but taking care of two babies at once sounds like a lot. I just feel a little guilty for leaving that on top of your plate.”

“Believe me, it’s a lot easier with MJ helping me too, so I have to give her credit as well. And plus I get it, you guys need your time alone for a few hours…”

Peter pauses his sentence when he notices the hickeys and puncture marks on your neck, his eyes widening slightly.

“Speaking of which… what exactly did you guys do during that time?” Peter questions, raising a brow as he looked between you and the evidence Miguel left behind on your neck.

You pretend not to notice his suspicion, shrugging slightly and continuing to hold the baby in your arms, “…Watched movies.”

“…Watched movies, huh?” He asked, not believing you.

“Yeah… just watched movies” You replied nonchalantly.

The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds before you cleared your throat, taking a few steps inside of the house.

“Well! I should probably get Gabi to bed and finish watching my movie with Miguel- Thank you again, Peter!” You said quickly before shutting the door.

Miguel chuckled quietly as he sat on the couch and watched you come back inside, getting up and scooping Gabriella out of your arms.

“What was that all about?” Miguel asked, curious about the conversation you had with Peter.

You let out a small chuckle and shook your head at him, “Ah, nothin’, don’t worry about it. Just… Peter being Peter.”

Miguel let out a laugh and nodded, kissing your forehead as he continued to hold Gabriella, “That’s the only explanation I need to hear.”

You chuckled again and smiled up at Miguel, humming quietly to yourself. As you look down at Gabi, you press a kiss to her head before speaking again.

“Do you wanna watch something after we put her to sleep?” You ask softly, looking up into Miguel’s eyes.

Miguel nods with a soft smile, agreeing to your request, “Of course, that sounds like a good idea.”

The both of you smiled at each other before leaning in to press your lips together, a satisfied hum leaving Miguel. Once he pulls away, he gently rocks Gabriella to sleep and walks into the other room, leaving you momentarily to put her in the crib.

And in that moment, you felt so lucky to have Miguel and Gabriella in your life.

#atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel smut #miguel atsv #miguel x reader smut

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starsfic · 2 years ago

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Spicynoodles prompt:

Bama?

Red Son looks down from the table and sees his 4 year old child staring curiously at him.

Yes my firefly?

Grandpa Wukong said I was a honeymoon baby? What does that mean?

Red Son spits out his drink.

"Bama?"

Red Son looked down from the table to see his 4-year-old daughter staring curiously up at him. He felt a small smile form. Every day, he was so lucky to have her. "Yes, my firefly?"

Huiying made grabby hands, the silent signal for 'up.' Red did as requested, taking a sip of his coffee once she was secure. "Grandpa Sun said I was a honeymoon baby? What does that mean?"

Red Son spat out his drink.

"What?!" Why was Sun Wukong telling her something like that?!

"Does it mean I was made with honey?!" Huiying asked, her eyes going wide. Honey was her favorite treat. She grinned, starting to wriggle excitedly. "What kind of honey!?"

Red looked around, trying his best to keep a smile on his face. He had hoped this question would wait. "No, no, it doesn't mean that." He looked around, just in case. It would be fine if Xiaotian or Xiaojiao walked in, but if Sun did? He was a dead man. "A honeymoon is a special trip that Baba and Bama took after we got married." Huiying nodded. "But, uh...you weren't actually made during our honeymoon."

-Four years ago-

"Oh shit."

Qi Xiaotian looked up at him with the saddest puppy eyes. “Shit?” he repeated. “You’re not happy?”

“Oh no, don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic.” Red couldn’t look at the tests on the counter. All of them bearing the same two little lines that said the same thing: they were going to be parents. “But remember why we’re getting married in a week?” Xiaotian’s sad puppy eyes disappeared as he concentrated. Red could practically see the equations floating around his head. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He loved this man, he did, but still. “We had a pregnancy scare.”

“Oh yeah-” Xiaotian’s grin at having the answer disappeared. He winced. “Ooh, yeah.”

Their families had found out about their year-long relationship right then and there. Once it was figured out that, no, Xiaotian was not pregnant, Sun Wukong had laid out a simple demand: they get married before having a baby. There had been some more harsh words aimed at Red. Although he couldn’t blame the king for not yelling at his Noodle Boy- he had a very cute face that made it hard to be mad at him.

So, off they went to plan a wedding.

A wedding that was only a week away.

“We gotta lie.”

Red looked up. “What?”

“Look, I’m only…” Xiaotian glanced at his stomach and gave it a quick press. It still looked normal chubby instead of pregnancy chub, but Red was willing to guess that a firmness had started to form. “A few weeks along. I have to tell Xiaojiao-” Made sense. Red nodded. “So she knows to keep everyone away when I get changed. We tell everyone when we get back from our honeymoon.”

“And then what?” Red was liking this plan but he was also mildly panicking. Anything could’ve sounded good. “What happens when they’re earlier than expected?”

Xiaotian gestured to himself. He was all cute monkey demon, his tail wrapping around his own tail in quiet comfort. Red felt himself relax a tad at the warmth. “Monkey pregnancies are shorter than human pregnancies.”

That was true. However, there was an issue. Red pressed his fingers to his mouth. “I should restate myself.” He took a deep breath. “What happens when Sun Wukong notices they’re earlier than expected?”

Xiaotian opened his mouth, closed it, and seemed to think. “We could say that me having that glamor spell on me for almost my entire life…” He cycled his hands, working through the spot. “Might’ve screwed with my systems. After all, my body never gave any sign I wasn’t human. Who knows how long this pregnancy could be?” Red opened his mouth. “And we can talk to my OG-GYN. Xe’ll back us up.”

It sounded weirdly simple.

But simple was one of the best plans.

-Now-

“And so we lied to everyone except your Ayi.”

Huiying blinked. “Baba says lying’s wrong.”

Red nodded, fighting back a pained grimace. The honesty of children hurt sometimes. “And he’s right. Don’t do what we did.”

“Is it lying if I don’t tell you something?”

Huh. Well, that was a change. “I mean, it depends. What aren’t you telling me?”

Huiying pointed to her head. “Grandpa Sun has been listening.” Now that she had pointed it, Red could see a little figure on her headband. What he assumed was a little cartoon figure of the Monkey King now had its arms crossed, glaring at him.

“Ah.”

“He says you get a five-minute headstart for lying.”

#my writing #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Spicynoodles #Spicynoodleshipping #Red Son #Qi Xiaotian #Sun Wukong #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

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ssweeterthanfiction · 8 months ago

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Wait for your love.

Content Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drugs, billy dunne being toxic

↳ currently playing ;

Groupie Love - 1976

0:56 ——•———————— 3:24

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Y/N: “My first thoughts of the band? Well Warren I had known since I was like two, I thought Graham was cool, Eddie was such a sweetheart, Karen was that girl and just like my big sister, same with Daisy…but she was more of the “bad influence friend” your parents say to stay away from.”

“And Billy…well he just…he has this electrical aura around him. Like everytime you get close to him or even touch him, he has this electric touch.”

“But if I’m going to be completely honest, it was ridiculously difficult to work with Billy at first. We both had different ideas for the song I was going to be featured on.”

Billy: “She wanted it to be a love song. I wanted it to be something more deeper... more angsty. Y’know, more rock and roll.”

Y/N: “More deeper? More angsty? Yea right. Billy’s definition of a “deep” song is a song about doing girls. And that’s literally what half the songs on the album were about.”

“But that’s really what Billy was about.”

“I had been spending some time with the band, y’know going to some of their gigs and then hanging out backstage with them. Like I said, Billy has something about him that just…pulls people towards him. I would watch how he would be with a different girl every single night.”

“Like clockwork it would go; wake up, eat, get on stage, perform, find a girl while performing, invite that girl backstage, hang out for a while, take her to a dressing room, bathroom, closet, hotel room, do what he needed to do, call the girl a cab, rinse and then repeat. It was a constant cycle, and every night, I would see these girls come back, front row, and they were just desperate to be back with Billy.”

“I didn’t understand it at the time. At least not yet.”

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It was like any other night, but hearing the band play was always electrifying. You had been hanging out with the band for a few weeks. Already you had grown pretty close to them.

Currently you were at Whisky a Go Go, a place that the band played at often, it was practically their second home. Normally whenever they played, the place would be pretty filled. But tonight it was packed. Girls with short skirts, tight tops and short dresses and guys with leather jackets, denim jackets, and ripped jeans. You were wearing a short black slip dress that had roses embroidered on the bust, an oversized red leather jacket and black go-go boots.

You watched as the band performed, they were amazing, as per usual. Your gaze went to Billy, who was looking out into the crowd, as if he had been looking for something. But you knew that look, after going to a few shows you picked up on what he was looking for.

A girl to bring backstage.

After you had picked up on that, you had gotten into a small disagreement with Billy.

“I just don’t think you should be hopping from girl to girl every single night! It’s not right to be playing with their feelings like that, I see the way they look at you” you said to him as he shook his head and laughed.

“Honey, you’re too sweet for rock ‘n roll. I’m not doing anything wrong, they’re groupies, they ain’t looking for anything serious, just a good time.” he chuckles.

“But what about the ones that come back every night? The ones that literally scream their heads off once you come on stage and then try to follow you backstage?”

He scoffs and snickers. “What about them?”

Ever since that night, you told yourself to not interfere with any of Billy’s interactions with girls at the concerts. Tonight was no different. After the show was over, Billy had wasted no time plucking a girl from the crowd and bringing her backstage.

Backstage was always chaos too. Booze and pills were passed around. You were huddled in a corner drinking a coke. Warren and Graham were chugging down bottles of beer, Karen stood next to them laughing, Eddie was staring at you but you brushed it off, god knows where Daisy was, and Billy was doing lines off the girl’s tits.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of it. You knew that after tonight that girl would never hear from Billy again. But she would be at every single fucking show. Front row. Screaming her head off. Hoping that he would bring her backstage again. Hoping that he would “love” her.

“More like groupie love…” you mumbled under your breath as you took a sip of your coke.

Then it hit you like a bus. You and Billy were both struggling on what to write for the feature. Putting your glass down, you looked around for something to write with. Grabbing a napkin and a lip liner you found in your purse, you began to write.

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Y/N: “I wrote ‘Groupie Love’ in one night. It was perfect, it combined what I wanted and what Billy wanted. A subtle love song about a girl being treated like she was a groupie and the guy getting what he wanted from her. Best of both worlds right?”

“And you would think that because it had what me and Billy wanted, recording would be easy, right?”

“Well let me tell you something. Nothing with Billy Dunne is fucking easy.”

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“Why can’t you just listen to me and sing it the way I’m telling you to?” Billy groans.

“Because I wrote it to be sung a different way?” you snap back.

This had been going on for hours. A back and forth of how certain lyrics should be sung. How certain beats should sound. Everyone was getting tired of it.

“Well the way you wrote it sounds fucking stupid.” Billy says as he lights a cigarette.

“No it’s not, you don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

He laughs, “Babydoll, I don’t know what kind of rock and roll you’ve been listening too, but you need to listen to some real fucking rock and roll, because this isn’t it.”

“I think it sounds good” Eddie chimes in.

“No one asked for your opinion Roundtree.” Billy says harshly to Eddie.

“You don’t have to be such an asshole about it Billy.” you say coldly to him.

After a few minutes of arguing, you both continue to record the rest of the song. Once all the vocals were recorded, you and Billy both stepped outside of the studio.

Lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, Billy looks over at you. “You know…you wrote a pretty decent song.”

“Thanks, I think.” you say as you look off into the sunset.

“I mean it, it’s a good song. I’m sure Teddy will love it too.” he says as he exhales smoke.

“I hope he does, and that everyone else does too. This feature could open so many doors for me.”

“I wouldn’t doubt that he wouldn’t, you’re a talented young girl and pretty. People are for sure going to go crazy for you. But the question is, are you ready for it?” he says as he takes the cigarette and puts it out.

“I know I am. I was made for this.”

You only hear a small chuckle come from Billy. You look at him, he has a smirk on his face.

“Course you are…after all, that’s what everyone says.”

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Billy: “Groupie Love debuted at number 2 on the charts. It was a hit. Everyone was going crazy over Y/N’s vocals.”

Y/N: “It was bigger than I thought it would be. I was getting calls from different agencies that were offering me record deals. But I ended up signing with Teddy, he was someone I knew that could take me to fame.”

“And what’s funny is that he asked me the same question that Billy asked me, if I was ready for what was coming.”

“Of course I said yes.”

“But nothing would prepare me for what was to come.”

(oh my god yay! second chapter out after a million years 😭 lmk what u guys think of it so far :) billy and readers relationship is definitely gonna go fast cause he’s a little insane like that so yea stay tuned for chapter 3!)

#billy dunne x reader #billy dunne #djats #djats fic #djats x reader #billy dunne fic

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quintessencewrites · 2 years ago

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Nobody Gets Me

Riri Williams x fwb!reader

How am I supposed to tell ya?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me

Nobody gets me like you

Warnings: 18+! smut, implied smut, nudity, explicit language, slightly toxic!Riri, fluff eventually

Word Count: 2.7k+

Tags: @yvxmpire @zestgodtj @k3nn3dyxo @mlmilani @letitias-favv @doms-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @g4yforu @remwritess @widowmakker @becauseimswagman1 @iloveours @dayjlovesromance @zayswriting @inmyheadimobsessed

A/N: Super special, super heartfelt shoutout to @k3nn3dyxo for thinking up this concept <3 I just put it to words. Inspired by the song Nobody Gets Me by SZA from her SOS Album. I've had this song on repeat, so of course I had to do my own take on it.

“Alright, y/n, I’ll see you?”

I’d barely finished wiping the cum off my inner thigh before she stood to grab her pants and slide them back up the legs that were shaking for me just moments ago.

“Do you have to go? Like right now?”

A sigh rolled off her lips, “Y/n, baby, we talked about this.”

I ignored the stinging statement. “We can watch a movie. Cuddle? Aftercare? Give me something.”

Her gaze darted to the watch on her wrist before continuing to search the room for her brassiere. “Nah, I got a date in twenty minutes, y/n. I still gotta go wash your scent off me so Serenity don’t trip.”

Nude bra in hand, she pulls the straps onto her toned arms and attempts to clasp the garment.

“That one’s mine, Ri.”

She looks down at the bra, too large for her B-cups, and shrugs, stripping from it. “Whatever, I’m going back to my dorm anyway. I’ll just grab another.”

My back rests against the headboard as I watch her continue to dress, tears threatening to spill from my ducts. My pride won’t let them run over; she won’t see me cry over her.

This had been our arrangement for months. And we had talked about it. Multiple times, actually, and talking turned to screaming and doors slamming and texts going unanswered for days until she showed up at my doorstep and fucked me into accepting her apology.

“We work too well as friends,” she had told me, three fingers deep and speaking through my moans. “We don’t wanna jeopardize that by putting a label on it, right baby?” She could’ve gotten me to agree to anything at that moment, as she coaxed the orgasm out of my sore pussy.

So we agreed to be friends who fucked. The agreement was more Riri’s than my own, but that’s what it was. She dated multiple people on the side and too often ended those dates by coming to my dorm to get what they hadn’t given her, before leaving to repeat the cycle.

My little black book was empty. I couldn’t bring myself to see anyone else. Nobody made me feel the way Riri did. She sent butterflies swarming in my stomach. We would work as a couple and I know we would, but she wasn’t willing to give us a chance.

Fully dressed, nix a bra, Ri stepped back over to my bed to plant a kiss on my forehead. I refused to look at her, eyes stone-clad on the television mounted on the adjacent wall.

“Hey,” she whispered so gently it tugged at my heartstrings. Her hand gripped my chin and dragged my gaze back to her too-pretty features. “Don’t be like that. I’ll text you after, okay?”

She didn’t even give me time to answer, placing a gentle peck on my lips and walking out of the door.

My figure was frozen in that spot for several minutes, not wanting what just happened to really be over.

I turned over in my sheets, feeling the wetness soaked down to the mattress. “Goddammit, Riri.”

As I strip the bed, the memory of my clean linen awaiting me in the dryer a few doors down came to play. That’s how I’d run into Riri in the first place. A disgruntled groan left my lips at the realization that I’d have to leave my room to retrieve my laundry, assuming someone hadn’t stolen it after all these hours.

The oversized Reptar slippers from the Rugrats collection squeaked with each step I took. The laundry room was plunged into darkness when I arrived and the flicking of the light switch disrupted my entire world.

Ignorance truly was bliss.

Riri.

Serenity; seated atop a washing machine, back turned towards me.

Ri, fingers furiously making contact with Serenity’s cunt, catching my eyes when I’d turned on the light.

The two of us holding the record for the world’s quickest staring contest, my gape full of shock and heartbreak, her’s indistinguishable.

I break away first, rushing out and leaving Riri to her vices.

Back in my room, underneath my Riri-scented covers is where I spent the night. The tears finally made a promise out of their threat and poured down my face. The convictions hit me hard through the hours of darkness.

I wasn’t stupid; our deal was clear. We weren’t in a relationship and Riri was allowed to sex with whomever she wanted, as was I. Though in the back of my head, I knew I wasn’t her only, I’d sure as hell hoped.

Sleep overcame me at some point and during it, my hopes washed away.

By the time I awoke, the sun was high in the sky, warming my skin through the open blinds.

What time was it?

Well past noon, my phone displayed. My first and second classes of the day were but a faint memory now.

The LED screen also presented a number of missed texts and calls from Riri herself.

‘Y/n, open the door, baby.’

‘You weren’t supposed to see that.’

‘You ignoring me?’

‘So you skipping classes now?

‘I’m not playing these games with you.’

The last call from her was only 18 minutes ago. My fingers were itching to press her name, listen to the line trill, and hear her apologies.

An incoming call placed those plans on hold.

“Amari, hey!”

“Y/n. wassup? You good?”

The girl’s voice had a calming effect, the baritone doing something to me.

She spoke again, “You never miss class. Everything straight?”

Nah, nothing was straight. “Ye-yeah, um, I just had a nightmare. I overslept. ”

Flashbacks of Serenity moaning Riri’s name drowned my thoughts.

Honestly, had it not been for my false hopes and holding out for Riri, Amari would've been able to call me hers. She never hid her attraction for me, regardless of how many times it went unrequited. We shared a major and her beautiful presence made itself known in every class I had this semester.

“Oh, ight. I was just missing my signature y/n smile this morning.”

Her words managed to pull that smile from me. “You’ll see it, next class. Does that makeup for it?”

“Nah, y/n it doesn't. I already started my day off wrong. I can't wait that long.” I can hear her pearly white grin through the receiver. “How bout I stop by?” Amari continues. “I got the notes you missed and I’ll bring food. Consider it a late-lunch date?”

Date…if Riri could, then so would I. “A date it is. I’ll see you in 20?”

The Devil Wears Prada played in the background, drowned out by Amari’s laughter. The handsome chuckle that came from her lips warmed my stomach. “Wait, wait, wait. How the hell did you end up on your ass again?”

My smile mirrored hers. “I told you already, dude. I was a dancer; I was trying to do a high kick in a long-ass skirt and the skirt swept my other foot from under me. Down I went.”

“How long ago was this?”

Silence filled the room. My attention returned to the lo mein in front of me, sliding off the chopsticks held poorly in my hands.

“Y/n, baby girl, when was this?”

The pet name didn’t go unnoticed, but my shame overshadowed my giddiness. Shaking my head slowly, I whispered my response, “Last week…”

Amari was doubled over, captivated by her giggles. “You’re so eccentric.”

“Girl,” I started, laughter spilling from my own tongue. “Just because you call me weird with a pretty word, don’t mean you didn’t just call me weird.”

“A pretty word for a pretty girl, nah?”

Whew, if the blush rose any faster, I would’ve fainted. “Am I the pretty girl?” I teased, curious about her comeback.

“Other than me, you the only other girl in here, and I know I’m pretty fine. I tell myself that every day.”

“You cocky bitch,” my stomach is cramping and tears are streaming, the chuckles engulfing me.

“Anyways, I don’t get to tell you that every day. Tell you that I think you’re a pretty girl,” she states with a lick of her lips, spreading the warmth in my stomach. Amari leans forward, eyes locked on mine. My body mimics her actions until we’re both just inches away.

“I’d kind of like to kiss a pretty girl right now if that’s okay?”

The words are lodged in my throat, and at that moment, Riri doesn’t even cross my mind. Amari is here, she’s with me right now, and she wants me. “Yes,” I breathe out. “Yes, it’s okay.”

No hesitation is present in Amari’s features when she leans further to press her lips against mine, and I oblige.

Her mouth is so soft, I sink in, throwing a hand onto the bed to catch myself. Though distracted by the kiss herself, Amari grabs hold of my hips and pulls me to straddle her lap. My legs fit perfectly around her and I settle into my new place.

Our tongues swim together, fighting one another until Amari takes dominance and I follow her lead.

Moans escape me and she swallows them up. Our notes and Chinese food are long forgotten; we’re only craving each other. Her touch is everywhere, struggling with a place to satisfy. Without separating our lips, I take her hands and place them on my hips. As if on instinct, her thumbs hook into my waistband and start to drag them down, nails dragging on my skin as well.

The air surrounding us is thick and hot, as are my thoughts. Amari peels my shirt from my body, releasing my braless nipples to perk up at the feeling of her on me.

A pounding on my door tears us apart, chests heaving hard, lungs working overtime to catch the breath we’d lost over each other.

I don’t pull my eyes away from Amari and she keeps hers locked in on me. “Do you need to get that?”

I shake my head so quickly, the room spins. “No,” I respond, licking my lips, begging them to not go dry.

Thankfully, the gorgeous girl doesn’t need me to repeat myself. Her head dips, finding a new place in my neck and the kisses turn hot and aggressive. Bites litter my skin, promising to be evidence of this rendezvous. Amari’s shirt is off and thrown into a corner, allowing my hands to caress her through the black sports bra she adorned.

“Oh, Ri.” The moan flees me, loudly before I catch it. “You’ve never called me that before, baby girl,” Amari breathes into my neck, causing a giggle in response.

The thumping on my dorm door becomes a banging. “Let me get it. I’ll send whoever it is away and we can finish what we started.” Amari offers, already standing and giving me no time to protest.

Her long legs reach the entrance in two strides. Riri is standing in the doorway, small body filled to the brim with anger. Her eyes barely acknowledge Amari, but they lock onto me. My topless figure, still exposed to the air, retreated back like a child about to receive a scolding.

She finally turns to Amari, now leaning against the frame. “Bounce,” Riri seethes.

“Excuse me?” the taller girl’s brows are drawn high, probably in shock at Riri’s anger and disrespect.

Riri’s gaze returns to me, though her words are meant for Amari. “Leave. Me and y/n need to talk.”

Amari follows Riri’s stare to my pathetic posture. “Y/n”?

All I can offer up is a half-assed smile. “You should go. I’ll call you later.”

With a single nod, Amari retrieves her shirt and books and exits the room, bumping past Riri as she does. Ri takes this chance to invite herself in, slamming the door behind her.

In a few steps, she’s seated at the foot of my bed, eyes trying so hard to tell me something her mouth wasn’t. We sit in silence, neither of us wanting to be the first to speak.

Suddenly, a dry smile spreads from cheek to cheek. “You fucking other bitches, but moaning my name?”

I roll my eyes to the heavens, knowing she hates when I do. “It’s her name too, Riri.”

“Mm,” she hums. “I missed you today in uh - three classes.”

“You didn’t have Serenity to keep you company?”

Ri sucks her teeth at my pettiness. “Nah, but it looks like you wasn’t sitting up here worried too much about me and Serenity.”

Her words almost burn me. The horniness originally present in my veins has turned to anger. Riri doesn’t get to be jealous, but she sure as hell could be as hurt as I was last night.

I push the blanket aside, dropping to all fours to crawl over to Riri. “I wasn’t. I was about to get fucked, good too. Until you interrupted it.”

She doesn’t speak, eyes fixated on me and my partially naked body. “What do you want Ri? You get to have Serenity moaning your name and cumming on your hand and I’m just supposed to sit around and wait for it to be my turn?”

As angry as I was trying to stay, her face falling at my words almost melt away my hard demeanor. Her eyes are now readable, sadness displayed on them like a teleprompter.

“You can’t have your cake and eat it too, Riri. If you’re having sex with other people, so can I. Matter of fact, how about you have sex with who you want and I have sex with who I want and we stop having sex with each other.”

That gets her attention, and her voice vibrates the room. “How am I supposed to let you go?”

I’m ready to interrupt, but her next words silence me. “I don’t wanna see you with anyone but me, y/n. Okay? I-I’m not mature enough to be able to watch you do to me the wrong I do to you.”

Tears cover her features. “I love you, y/n. I have a shitty way of showing it, but I’m a coward. I’m too afraid to have my heart broken the way I must be breaking yours.”

I don’t even notice my own tears begin to streak my face. “Seeing you cry makes it worse, baby. Come here,” she welcomes, patting her lap, and inviting me to sit.

Acceptance is granted and I take a seat, allowing her to pull me close. “I only like myself when I’m with you, y/n. I should’ve stayed to cuddle. To play in your hair or something. Anything.”

“I bet you tell Serenity the same thing,” I declare, still feeling petty. Riri sighs a deep, tired sound. “I kicked Serenity to the curb, baby.”

The shock in my features is hard to hide. “Why?”

She rests her head against my bare breasts, eyes staring intensely into mine. “Nobody gets me like you.”

My smile fights to return, “You’re so damn corny.” Riri’s grin coaxes mine out.

“Corny but I mean it, y/n. Please, start from scratch with me. Give me a chance to do it right.” She bites her bottom lip, anticipating my answer.

“Do it right how?” I challenge.

“Take you on dates,” Ri kisses my hand.

“Cuddle you while we watch movies,” a kiss on my shoulder.

“Aftercare after every time I make you cum so hard, you lose your ability to form a legible sentence,” her lips touch my neck, exposing her vision to Amari’s love bites.

“Ugh,” Riri starts, but my expression is enough to stop her short.

“How about you start now?” I suggest.

When she smiles, it reaches her eyes and lights up her whole face. She nods and takes a handful of my breast, guiding my nipple to her warm mouth. It felt good when it was Amari, but it feels right with Riri.

“Mm, Ri,” I draw out, sucking in a hiss when she grins with my nipple between her teeth.

"Yeah, I knew you were moaning my name, baby" her stupid, arrogant voice rings out.

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