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batsandbirdbrains · 14 days ago

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Another one inspired by this anon who asked abt fics where Dick turns out to be younger than everyone thinks and the recs that were given:

Can be pretty much any setting I suppose, sometime when Nightwing is supposed to be 21. His friends all threw a big party for him. Dick Grayson had a special gala hosted by Bruce Wayne and everything. He’s been drinking (well, he’d been drinking illegally for years now with his friends, but that’s beside the point). Fact of the matter is, Dick is supposed to be 21 and he’s done things that wouldn’t otherwise be legal for someone under 21. He had a whole phase where he needed a cigarette every time he had to deal with Batman (Camels, the best cigarettes, either Blue or Gold, because Dick has Good Taste). That phase may have started before he turned 21 because Roy gave him one after a particularly bad fight with Bruce and then couldn’t say no whenever Dick asked for another.

But really, he hadn’t actually been eight when Bruce took him in. His parents and the circus changed his age on paper all the time so he’d meet the minimum age requirement to perform with them. In Gotham, that minimum age was eight.

In reality, Dick was five. They said he was short because he was a gymnast. It wasn’t totally unbelievable.

But then he forgot to tell Bruce about it until it was several months after living with him and being Robin, and Dick was scared that if he told him the truth, that he’d lied about his age, that Bruce wouldn’t want him anymore.

So he never told anyone. And he was able to convince Bruce to let him be homeschooled the first year or two, and Alfred was a rigorous teacher. He was all caught up with his supposed age group by the time he started at Gotham Academy. Then, he overcompensated so much that by the time we was supposed to be 13, it was recommended he go into high school instead of 8th grade.

It was a lot. It was a stressful time. Dick was a ten year old freshman and also Robin on the side. Bruce really shouldn’t have given him such shit for not wanting to go to college, he was so burned out. But he couldn’t tell him why. It was exhausting. Besides, Dick gets plenty of college credits by doing the random online class here and there. Dick actually managed to get a degree, he just never told anyone. One day, he’s going to whip it out during an argument with Bruce just to prove a point and spite him. He has it all planned out.

But now, there’s some magic shenanigans going on, and everyone on the planet over the age of 20 is separated from those under 20.

And Nightwing is with everyone under 20.

No one says anything at first, Nightwing is the obvious leader of those on his side of things, and they coordinate with the JL on the other side via Captain Marvel going back and forth to relay messages.

But as soon as the threat is dealt with and everything is back to normal, Batman is standing with one of his hands gripping Nightwing’s arm so tight, there isn’t a doubt in Dick’s mind that it’s going to leave a bruise.

“Hey B,” Nightwing says, chuckling nervously. “Good to have you back.”

“Tell me why you were on the side with everyone under 20.”

“Well, you see, that’s a funny story-”

“I’m not laughing, Nightwing.”

Everyone else is very clearly eavesdropping, they’re all obviously just as curious. And Dick feels like he’s under a microscope. He can feel himself starting to hyperventilate, and he pushes all the panic down and sends his most charming smile to Bruce.

“Can we talk about this at home?” he asks, his voice strained. “Please?”

Batman squeezes his arm a little tighter, then loosens his grip. But he keeps hold of Nightwing’s arm, then drags him to the transport room to take him back to the Batcave without saying a word.

“Please don’t be mad,” Dick begs once they’re back at the Batcave. “It wasn’t - I didn’t do it in purpose! I just, it always changed, everything was happening so fast, and then you brought me home, and you were really nice to me and Alfie was really nice to me and I didn’t want to leave and I was scared you wouldn’t want me anymore and-”

“Dick, Dick you need to breathe,” Bruce tells him, pushing the cowl down and guiding Dick to sit near the Batcomputer. He peels Dick’s mask off slowly, gently, then cups Dick’s cheek in his hand. “Just tell me what’s going on. Please.”

“You have to promise you won’t hate me,” Dick begs, and he’s so mad that he can feel tears starting to form in his eyes, that his vision is starting to blur a little bit.

“I could never hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me!”

Dick’s voice is strangled, scared. And it breaks Bruce’s heart. Sure, they’ve had their disagreements. And sure, Bruce may have told him to stay with his friends for a while so Bruce could cool down between arguments. But he loves Dick. He’s always loved Dick.

“Please just tell me what’s going on,” Bruce begs. “Because you have no idea how scared I was when I realized you weren’t with us. I thought I’d lost you, that the spell must have made some people disappear entirely. Please, Dickie, just tell me.”

Dick looks at him for a moment, both of them quiet. But then Dick is closing his eyes and tears are falling down his cheeks and he lets out a muffled sob as he holds a fist over his mouth.

“It’s not how I wanted you to find out,” he whines, not opening his eyes. “I didn’t know how to tell you, I didn’t know what to do!”

“You don’t have to know,” Bruce says gently. “Nothing in this family ever seems to go how we originally plan, does it?”

Bruce laughs a little, his smile feeling a little less forced when Dick lets out a wet huff of a laugh.

“They changed the documents all the time so I could perform,” Dick says quickly. “Different cities and countries have different rules, different age minimums. For insurance or something, I dunno. People changed their ages all the time in the circus, I thought it was normal.”

Bruce feels his stomach drop, but he moves to hold Dick’s hands and squeeze them tight.

“How old were you when you came to Gotham?”

“They told me I was eight in Gotham,” he says, but then he opens his eyes. “But they were good parents! It wasn’t anything bad, it was so we could perform together, so we could be a family!”

“I don’t think they were bad parents,” Bruce says quickly. “Not at all. But Dickie, I need to know how old you were, how old you are now. Please.”

“I forgot, at first,” Dick explains. “When you took me in. I just forgot, I swear, I didn’t keep it a secret on purpose. But then my birthday was coming up and you thought I was turning nine and I remembered I wasn’t and I got so scared and I didn’t want you to get rid of me.”

“I would never get rid of you,” Bruce assures him. “And I’m not going to be mad, I promise.”

Dick is quiet for a moment, and he doesn’t say anything until his breathing has evened out, until he’s calmed down and not panicking.

Then he admits in a quiet voice, “I was turning six.”

“So you were five?” Bruce gasps. He’d been kneeling in front of Dick’s seat, and he falls back to sit on his feet, feeling like he had the wind knocked out of him. “Oh God, you were five.”

Dick doesn’t say anything, but he nods his head. Bruce feels like he’s just had ice dumped over his head.

“You’re eighteen right now?” Bruce asks.

“Yeah.”

“Jason is older than you?”

“Barely!” Dick huffs. “Only a few months! You can’t tell him, don’t tell him!”

Bruce smiles then, because leave it to the sibling rivalry to be what gets Dick to snap out of his panic.

“We have to tell them, chum,” he says gently. “You can’t keep it a secret anymore.”

“Why not!”

“Dick,” Bruce sighs. “Do you really want to keep it a secret now? Now that you’ve told me?”

Dick is quiet for a while, but he doesn’t pull his hands away from Bruce.

“And you’re not drinking again until you’re actually 21.”

“That’s not fair!”

“I think it’s plenty fair.”

“You’re being totally lame!” Dick whines. But whatever. Dick will just drink behind his back with his friends like he did before he turned fake-21.

#dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #nightwing #Dick’s cigarette preferences are based entirely on my own #I miss camel menthols. is it just California you can’t get them anymore or is it all of the US? oh well #not that I’m a big smoker or anything but I like to partake when I’m drunk every now and again. if someone has one lmao #fic ideas

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4milly · 6 months ago

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childish - jey u.

parings: manipulative!jey uso x black!reader

warnings: angst, use of n word, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, jey being an asshole is my fav sorry, cream pie, shower sex, manipulative jey, impregnation, dacryphilia, dumbification (if you squint),

word count: 3.9k (I BEEN GONE I WANTED TO GIVE YALL SOME)

you make me so mad, but i just come right back. it’s like i can’t get over you…

the music blasting through the speakers was enough to tune out the sound of your phone ringing...for nearly the 100th time. sexy redd and a bottle of casamigos mixed together was good enough to take your mind off things, not erase them.

jey called. than he called again. and again. and againnnn. he was doing all he could to reach you. he could play stupid all he fucking wanted too, he knew what the fuck he did. minus the arguing all day—for the last year—, jacob going live on instagram with them in the club last night was the straw that broke the camels back.

"imma head to bed though, ma. my damn head is pounding against my skull and shit" he muttered through the phone on facetime last night.

the call ended with the two of you kissing the screen on some clingy teenager bullshit. you were all googly eyed at him, just completely enamored. your man, your man, your man...all to get a live sent to you 45 minutes later of him in the club with some groupie ass bitch grinding on his lap and his hands on her hips.

all day you were going back and forth, him wanting to know what the problem is and you dodging it, making shady subliminal posts on the gram instead.

"bitch, get out your fucking head! fuck that nigga! he gone feel you this time!" you snapped out of your thoughts hearing lana, your best friend. she was kind enough to round up all the girls, give you her most see through and shortest outfit, do your hair, and makeup. honestly? you felt horrible. you wanted to do nothing more but lay in bed and cry you eyes out. but that nagging anger bubbling inside you was stronger.

she was right. he was gone feel it this time. no matter how much you missed him, it was fuck him right now.

a smile broke out on your glossed lips as, get it sexy began to play, "aw shit nah. get it bitch! cmon y'all!" you all headed to the dance floor ready to leave your problems there.

you lowered to your knees, bouncing your ass to the music. the liquor was starting to flow through your veins rapidly. you even raised your dress up a little just below your ass. one wrong move and you'd be flashing everyone in this damn place.

your back collided with a strong chest, "you showing out over here, baby." the man groaned in your ear, snaking his hands over your waist to pull your ass towards his growing crotch.

the man started kissing and sucking on your neck whilst his hands snaked downwards to your exposed thighs. you leaned your head back against his shoulder, grinding your ass in a circle on his crotch.

for a moment, your mind went to jey. you felt guilty. what he did was considered inappropriate, and it embarrassed the fuck out you. it was like every month for the last year, it was another random ass bitch he wanted to show his 32's too.

you knew jey would never cheat on you, but that didn't stop the insistent feeling that he didn't at least come close to. coming home smelling like perfume, taking pictures with random ho's from the club, the mall, or at wrestling events. liking their pictures on the gram. it's like you aren't enough for him anymore.

yet, just letting this man touch all on you made you sick. you had a man...even if it felt like you were in the relationship all alone.

"oh shit..." lana mumbled, her eyes nearly falling on the floor

the mans hands raised to squeeze one of your breast, just as he was yanked off you, "aye yo! what the fuck is this shit? this the shit yo ass fuckin doin? you got me so fucked up!"

speak of the devil they shall appear, i guess. anger radiated off jey's body. his nose flared, snarl on his face, and his dickriding ass cousins in tow right behind him. just perfect.

"boy fuck you! you can't take shit you dish out," you yelled back, frustration from the last 24 hours finally spilling out. "get the fuck out my face."

"how do you barge in here like that shit, after having some random—"

"mind yo hoe ass business, lana. you don't know shit about what the fuck you talkin' bout!"

you pushed jey backwards by his chest, "don't talk to her like that! chill—"

"fuck is yo ass even doin' in here! i'm callin' all day to see where my girl at and you letting some random ass motherfucka touch all on you?" jey's eyes narrowed with hatred as his voice continued to raise

"excuse me," a man clearing his throat caught everyone's attention, "i'm going to have to ask all of you to leave the property. this drama has no place here."

jey slowly nodded his head before kissing his teeth. his eyes held so much hate, you barely could recognize him. for a split second, you regretted this whole night. had you just stayed your ass home all this could've been avoided. but he had no right to be a hypocrite. especially, rolling in here with all that bass in his voice like he was a saint.

he mugged you up and down, "you know what? i'm out. have fun with yo hoe ass friends, mama. where that motherfuka at? i got a few condoms for ole boy"

jey's face snapped to the side. his cheek began to sting from the force of your hand, "you got some fucking nerve! you had a fucking headache last night, right? lemme guess, random ass bitches make you feel better? I was on that damn live. but im the hoe? hopefully yo chest hurt just as fuckin bad as my feelings do!"

the next morning felt like war. the house once filled with love between two lovers felt like a cage holding a lion and a tiger...one just waiting for the other to pounce. jey's face adorned with bags, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he stared at you in the kitchen. when the club owner forced everyone to get the fuck out of his establishment before he called the police, jey snatched you by your arm, pushing you into the car.

the whole ride home the both of you shouted at each other. name calling, you hitting the dashboard, him hitting the stirring wheel. the car felt like it was suffocating under the weight of all the things you both wanted to say but couldn’t find the right words for. instead? you choose to just say 'fuck you' over and over. his knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel tighter, while your voice cracked from the strain of yelling. the tension was so thick, even the air outside the car seemed to press in through the windows. by the time you pulled into the driveway, the silence that followed was deafening, a sharp contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. neither of you moved, both staring straight ahead, unwilling to be the first to speak or step out.

jey choose to sleep on the couch, giving you the option to sleep in the bedroom. this morning was no different than last night. neither one of you wanted to speak first. you were tired of arguing with him—tired of him especially. you were sick of the random ass insta tags from women, the dm's, getting sent live videos...it was too much. what was supposed to be growing together felt like growing apart.

you looked up over the counter to see jey still mean muggin' you, "stop fuckin' looking at me!" you finally snapped. call you childish, for starting a fight again, but he was the one doing this. not you.

"watch yo fuckin' voice hollerin' and shit at my ass. you was the one shakin' yo ass and shit in the club. all on instagram throwing shade at me, taking pictures of yo ass out. but im the damn problem. mane, get the fuck outta here with that," jey groaned rubbing his head in his hands

"so what? you can have bitches on your lap, but i dance on a nigga, and thats your problem? you're a fucking hypocrite! i hate your ass!" you instantly regretted that, not even just saying it. but thinking of it.

"i was pushing her off me! had yo ass looked you would've seen that shit! yo ass wasn't pushing ole boy off you. was you? yo ass wanted to get back at me so bad, you damn near was finna fuck him." the thought of you and the man was vivid in jey's mind. his eyes darkening all over.

"you're a fucking liar! you were letting her grind all in your lap! I seen it! what about a few weeks ago? the bitch from your job? asking you to autograph her panties?" you scoffed before looking away. the whole conversation was a dead end. it was getting no where. he was being a hypocrite and you only wanted your point to get across. but that was jey: never wanting to take accountability or listen to shit anybody else has to say.

"thats my fuckin' job! you know that shit!"

you threw your hands in the air, before walking into the bedroom. as you slammed the door behind you, your chest heaved with a mix of anger and frustration. you couldn’t wrap your head around how jey always managed to twist things, how he never took accountability for anything.

it felt like every fight ended the same—with you drained and him unfazed. you sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the sheets as if they could anchor you to something solid. what stung more was the realization that he probably didn’t even care. it was like he lived in a world where he could do no wrong, and you were just a storm he had to wait out.

jey leaned back on the couch with a smug smirk creeping onto his face. he rubbed his jaw, shaking his head like the whole argument was nothing more than a joke, "always trippin’ over nothing," he muttered to himself, grabbing his phone and scrolling aimlessly on instagram. in his mind, he wasn’t the problem—you were.

all he’d done was go out, and you couldn’t handle it. he did have a headache, but when he felt better, his cousin invited him to the club.

after a few drinks started making their rounds, so did the women. he did let the woman dance on him, and he did grab her hips to grind against her. but as soon as he remembered you—how you were waiting at home in nothing but a shirt and a pair of panties, probably fresh out of the shower smelling like vanilla—he pushed her off him. it was just dancing.

nothing more.

He chuckled low under his breath, his ego shielding him from any self-reflection. "man, she really be actin’ like I’m out here wildin’ for real," he said to no one in particular, tossing his phone onto the coffee table.

to him, the whole fight was just another example of you being “dramatic.”

you’d come out of the room eventually, probably still mad, but Jey figured he’d smooth things over like he always did. after all, you weren’t going anywhere. at least, that’s what he told himself as he stretched out on the couch, arms behind his head, convinced he was untouchable.

the sound of the shower turning on caught his attention, the thought of you undressing, body soaked with water, instantly got him worked up. he immediately stood up, his body moving almost on its own accord. the temptation was too strong to resist. jey made his way to the bathroom door, listening intently to the sound of water hitting tile. he hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

Was this crossing a line? you were still upset with him, after all. But the image of your wet skin, droplets and soap cascading down your curves, consumed his thoughts. he swallowed hard, desire overriding his better judgment. he wanted to make up to you the only way he knew how.

slowly, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. steam billowed out, enveloping him in its warm embrace. through the foggy glass of the shower door, he could make out your silhouette. his breath caught in his throat as he watched you run your hands through your hair, completely unaware of his presence. he began to undress himself, leaving his clothes in a small pile near yours. his hand grabbing his rock hard dick, beginning to stroke it to the sight of your body.

jey's heart raced as he silently slid open the shower door, stepping into the warm spray behind you. you tensed, startled by his sudden presence, but didn't turn around. he placed his hands gently on your hips, pressing his body against your back.

"i'm sorry," he murmured against your neck, his lips grazing your wet skin. "let me make it up to you, mama."

you remained still, conflicted. part of you wanted to push him away, to hold onto your anger. but his touch sent shivers down your spine, awakening a familiar hunger.

jey's hands roamed up your sides, cupping your breasts as he kissed along your shoulder. a small gasp escaped your lips, betraying yourself. he smiled against your skin, knowing he was breaking through your defenses.

slowly, you turned to face him, water cascading down your front. your eyes stained red as tears flowed freely from them, "i love you, baby." he sighed before wrapping his arm under your thigh to push it against your chest, "you love me?"

you knew his question was a ploy to get you to break down. you feel for it every time. you nodded weakly, your resolve crumbling. "i love you too," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rush of water.

his signature smirk appeared on his face—he won. you weren't going anywhere. he kissed you deeply, passionately, as if trying to convey all his emotions through that single act. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, your body betraying your lingering anger.

you knew you should resist, should hold onto your anger, but your body responded to his touch instinct. jey's lips crashed into yours, passionate and hungry. you melted into his embrace, your body responding to his touch despite your lingering hurt. his fingers dug into your thigh as he pressed you against the cool tile wall.

"show me," he growled, nipping at your earlobe. "show me how much you love me, mama."

he positioned himself at your entrance, sliding his dick between your folds. your arousal leaking all over him, "its yo dick, mama. you all mines. y'hear me? ion want nobody else..." you whimpered as Jey teased you, your body trembling with need.

"fuck," you breathed, your fingers digging into his shoulders, "i need you so bad."

jey smirked, clearly pleased with your surrender. in one swift motion, he thrust into you with a grunt at the feelings of your pussy hugging him tightly, filling you completely. you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation, "that's right, mama. no one else can make you feel this good. yea?"

"look at you, taking my dick so well," he purred, his voice dripping with arrogance. "you can't stay mad at me when I'm fucking you like this, can you?"

you shook your head weakly, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your body. your anger melted away, replaced by a desperate need for more.

"tell me I'm the best you ever had," jey demanded, his ego swelling with every word, his voice low and dripping with arrogance as he leaned closer, his eyes locked on yours like a challenge he knew he’d already won

as he began to move, setting a punishing rhythm, you lost yourself in the sensations. the steam, the heat of his body, the fullness of him inside you, was all so familiar. all of jey's apologies ended this way. you lowered your head into the crook of his neck as your mewls bounced off the glass walls. jey felt the sensation of tears on his shoulder, warm and damp against his skin. at first, he rolled his eyes, a slight smirk tugging at his lips again.

the more he moved, the less pain you felt—and soon you were taking him so well. his dick was coated in your slick, a ring of white started form around his base as he plunged in and out of your pussy.

you felt pathetic. here you were; screaming and yelling at jey for being so inconsiderate about your relationship, inappropriate with other women, swearing you were done with him...and now you're crying about letting him fuck you in the shower. his dick thrusting in and out of your pussy, and bouncing you on it.

right where you belonged.

"this all you needed right, mama? stop crying. tell me whatchu needed. you just wanted to get fucked, hm?" jey laughed breathlessly, pressing you deeper against the wall as his hips pounded into you, "gotta remind my girl she ain't leavin' me. only place she belongs is right here. fuck me back, baby."

jey placed small kisses on your cheeks, where your tears rolled down. you hated him for making you like this—complete putty in his hands. you knew he was ruining you for all others. but what could you say? no matter how many fights, you still loved him. everything with him just felt right. you couldn't picture it with anybody else.

he chuckled darkly, increasing his pace. "that's right, mama. you all mine. no matter how mad you get."

your pussy clenched around him. the only sound in the room was you pussy making obscene noises every time he stroked, "j-jey.." you sobbed out against his shoulder as jey hit that perfect spot deep inside you.

he was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard.

"i-i hate you," you whimpered unconvincingly, your walls clenching around him.

jey laughed, the sound rich and condescending. "no you don't, mama. you close? focus on cummin' baby. i love that shit."

each thrust puts stars in your vision. he’s splitting you open from behind with a steady, strong pace. your pussy clenches down on his cock and he curses under his breath at the feeling. he loved how you squeezed his length as quiet, pained mewls escaped your throat. your stomach dropped and your hips shuddered as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. your mouth opened on a loud string of sobs as you push your hips towards his. you felt your belly start to tighten as his strokes sped up.

"m-m-m gonna c-cummm," you let out a strangled cry as your orgasm flooded the both of you.

"shit! fuck, baby. you can take it. it's your dick" he growled as your pussy tightened from overstimulation. it made his eyes roll and stomach clench so hard that it hurts.

"you ha-have to pull, aw fuck! you have to pull out." you and jey always used some sort of protection. jey remembered, you mentioning how you forgot to renew your birth control pills. he finally found his way out of another one of your dramatic ass arguments. he was gonna make you a mommy, "w-we can't bring a baby into th—"

"shh, shh," he hushed your protest as his hips continued to rock into your pussy, his dick coated in a sheer layer of white slicking him up, "don't worry bout that, right now. just focus on cummin' again, baby. you so pretty when you do." his voice almost hypnotic

jey's thrusts grew even more forceful, your body bouncing against the slick tile with each powerful movement. He gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he held you in place.

you sniffled as you finally calmed down. your body still betraying you by leaking onto jey's dick. he pressed his lips to yours and groaned spilling rope after rope inside you with choking gasps. your over-sensitive, aching pussy twitches at the feeling of his hot cum inside of you, sending another mini orgasm out of you. he kept his dick plugged inside of you, feeding you soft thrust, making sure all his cum was drained into you.

"you know I love you, right?" he let out a small chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement as he pressed soft kisses on your face—your eyes welling with tears again, "i told you it wasn't that deep. stop being so childish, ight? y'know you my baby. no other motherfucka but you."

you blinked, confused, a mix of frustration and guilt clouding your thoughts. he could see it in your eyes, how the doubt started to creep in. you opened your mouth to argue but found yourself hesitating. the way he framed it, the way he made you feel like the one in the wrong, made you question everything, "you're right...i'm sorry, jey. i really am."

"that's what i thought," jey murmured, his smile widening as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you like nothing had ever happened. his touch felt possessive, almost reassuring, but you couldn’t shake the knot in your stomach.

you’d said it—apologized when it wasn’t even your fault—but his manipulation left you feeling small, but once again, it didn't bother you.

he kissed the top of your head, acting like everything was fine, like the argument had never happened. "you’re good, baby," he whispered, his voice smooth, convincing. "stop letting these lil things mess wit us. we gone start our own lil family soon. my baby's gonna have my baby."

his words made your pussy soak his dick again absentmindedly and tighten all over. your body betrayed you once again, your pussy clenching and fluttering around jey's softening cock still buried inside you. a rush of warmth flooded your core as you felt his seed seeping deeper, seeking out your womb with primal purpose. your inner walls rippled with aftershocks, milking every last drop from him as if desperate to be filled.

jey set this up...he flooded his cum into you and right now it was rushing towards your womb. you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the right time, and maybe, just maybe, jey wasn’t the right person. yet, it all still felt so perfect.

his voice was honey-sweet, dripping with false tenderness that you desperately wanted to believe. "yo body knows what it needs, even when that pretty lil head of yours get all mixed up with drama and being childish."

you nodded, your chest tight as you fought the overwhelming urge to pull away, to tell him the truth—that this wasn’t okay, that it shouldn’t be this way. but you didn’t. because the way he looked at you, so certain and calm, made you second guess yourself again.

yet, imagine the look on your face when you see two pink lines on a pregnancy test 3 weeks later and a DM of a video with another woman's lips on your mans in the back of the club. but of course, he was pushing her off...right?

right?

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merry christmas! 💘

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rebelfell · 4 months ago

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for your viewing pleasure┃vol. 2

pornstar!eddie x director!reader

welcome to my torture chamber, where I make you all suffer the feels I inflict upon myself. and when in doubt, add wayne.

18+, MDNI┃1.6k 4.1k

cw: lots of sensual fluff (smuff? smutty fluff? is that a thing?) smoking, nudity, allusions to sex, masturbation, light food play

+ mild, mild angst with a very fluffy resolution, anxiety, vague reference to events in FOI, implied family strife

*warnings subject to expand as more parts get added

The two-week gap in your shooting schedule was already planned—had been in the books for ages.

Your crew had been working non-stop, and you’d completed more than enough projects recently to warrant a little bit of a break. And the fact that the start of this break just happened to coincide with the same weekend as the awards ceremony…

Well, that was just a happy accident.

You and Eddie didn’t leave your apartment for five days straight. Okay, maybe not literally. But he never went back to his place, and he spent every night with you in your bed.

You dug up some clothes for him to wear—cast offs from old boyfriends you never got around to getting rid of. They weren’t the best fit, but it wasn’t like he kept them on for very long.

Most of the time you walked around in the nude, or nothing but your underwear. At a certain point, you seemingly decided clothing only slowed you down. But even between never-ending bouts of fucking, there were moments of stillness.

Little pockets of peace and quiet.

One morning, you woke around dawn and found Eddie in the living room. He had his long limbs draped haphazardly over your shitty futon, his length laying soft against his thigh. The cigarette pursed in between his lips glowed orange as he inhaled, and the muscles in his neck flexed as he tipped his head back to blow smoke out the open window. His pale skin glowed softly in the faint light leaking in through the blinds, his tattoos standing out starkly black on his nude form.

He stares up at the ceiling, letting his lit Camel smolder and cherry, thin ribbons of smoke curling in the air and catching the light. So lost in thought he didn’t notice you reaching for your camera.

The chh sound of the shutter as you depress the release doesn’t startle him anymore. If anything, it makes the corner of his mouth twitch from trying not to smile knowing you’re there.

“Did’ya get it?” he asks, still holding his pose as you sneak in closer.

“Take another drag,” you instruct quietly, “and tip your head back like that again.”

His chest shakes with a laugh, but he obeys.

The shutter clicks and snaps again, capturing shadows under his hollowed cheeks; the arch of his spine and the slow stretch of his neck; the way his waves fall across thrift shop throw pillows.

Serene. Arresting. Beautiful.

Floorboards creak and groan as you creep in closer, getting down for a new angle as he stubs out his smoke. He smiles as he blows out the last of it and it wafts in the air, hanging there.

“Lay back,” you tell him, “and prop your head up on your arm, like—yeah, like that…”

There’s more clicking shutter sounds, more quiet direction, more instants captured forever.

His dick starts to chub and you tell him to hold it, stepping up on the futon with him to shoot from above. He wraps his fingers around his base and starts to tug, slow and gentle. He grips the top of the frame with his other hand, the veins in both his arms standing out the tighter he squeezes.

By the time he comes, the sun has risen above the horizon and its golden rays are sparkling off the milky ropes splattered on stomach. His chest heaves with every labored breath, panting with exertion until he comes back down to earth.

A stupidly happy smile spreads across his face and he cocks his brow at you, huffing out the single word, “Waffles?” with a hearty laugh.

You live off take-out and whatever else thrown together from the random assortment of stuff in your cabinets and fridge; trade stories about the ‘meals’ you had to make for yourselves when you were little and came home to empty houses—it’s cinnamon toast for you, cheese slices melted on tortilla chips in the microwave for him.

He tears up when you make him a PB&J.

You take walks in your neighborhood, down to the little park at the end of your street. You sit on the bench under your favorite tree and he keeps you tucked securely under his arm at all times.

Besides that, any attempt to leave never works out. You half-heartedly keep saying you should ‘go out’ and quote-unquote, ‘do something,’ but never manage to put the words into action.

It always ends with falling back into your sheets, stripping off all the clothes you just put on.

You lay in your bed until daylight fades into the neon orange of sunset that fades into the muted blue of early evening. Your head on his chest, his on yours, you curled into his side, him with his front pressed to your back, him laying between your legs with his head pillowed on your thighs.

It feels like a dream, or a montage in a movie you wanted to shoot again and again.

Time seems to pull and stretch like it’s taffy, drooping in the middle and folding back on itself, turning over in a mesmerizing cycle. You have to remind yourself it’s not always gonna be this way, that the air will eventually cool and harden it, even though it feels like it could stay malleable forever.

At some point, he gets up to fetch ice cream from the freezer. You hold the pint in between you, taking turns taking tiny spoonfuls. He holds his spoon over your navel, letting the melted bits drip on your stomach before he laps it up with his tongue. It makes you hum in pleasure, makes your belly quiver as his lips hover over it. He lets more dribble on your sternum, in between your breasts, chasing the little rivers of it with his lips and sucking it off your skin’s surface.

He keeps doing it until he gets you squirming, snatching the spoon out of his hand and putting it on the bedside table with the ice cream. And then it’s sticky sweet kissing, tongues probing to taste the remnants of cream and sugar clinging to the insides of your mouths as you devour him.

“Wait…what day is it?” you ask, hours later through the fog of post-orgasmic bliss. Laying beside him in the bed, end to end so your feet are propped up on your pillow next to his face.

“Hmm?” Eddie drawls, halfway half-asleep as he turns his head to kiss your ankle bone.

“What day is it?” you ask again, still hazy and dazed. “Is…is today Friday?”

“I, uh…I don’t know,” he chuckles. “I lost track.”

Every day is you-day to him now.

You try to sound perturbed when you sit up, but it’s difficult when that dopey, sleepy grin of his stretches across his face. The words just come out all soupy and diluted with fondness.

“Well, I can’t imagine this is what you planned for your time off,” you giggle, nudging at his temple with your big toe. Eddie just shrugs and lightly runs his fingertips up and down your calf.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” he murmurs, now kissing the arch of your foot.

You pull your legs back and curl them under you as you sit up further, going to smack him lightly on the chest only to end up rubbing your palm across his pecs in a circle over his heart.

“C’mon, Ed, seriously,” you pleaded. “You really didn’t have anything planned?”

And he doesn’t say what he wants to, which is that he’d been dreading this break since you told him about it. That he knew he’d just be counting the days until he got to see you again; that he likely would have spent every day of it coming up with lame excuses to call you or come by.

“Honestly, nothing,” he tells you, letting his head roll side to side, still settled deep in the pillow.

You nod back, staring down at your hand on his chest, seemingly satisfied until you inhale softly.

“So I’m not, like, keeping you from anything?”

Even in the dark, he can see the worry that ghosts across your face. The brief flash of doubt that creeps in slowly like the moonlight bleeding through the crack under your door. It’s a thought you haven’t been able to voice yet, but has been lurking in the depths, gathering strength.

One you’ve been ignoring in the name of letting yourself be selfish in the way you never get to.

Automatically, Eddie sits up and scoots as close to you as he can get. He puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses your forehead for a long, long moment. You can smell your body wash on him, your conditioner in his curls. Familiar, yet different when it’s layered on top of his natural musk.

It’s like part of you is living in his skin and hair. Like he’s been infused with you.

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” he assures you, solid and unyielding. “Really, the only thing I thought I might do was…”

He trails off and your eyes flit up to meet his gaze. He chews on the words thoughtfully, the gears in his head turning so hard that you swear you can hear them out loud. Your heart swells as you reach out to stroke his necklace, rubbing the guitar pick that hangs over his own.

“Yeah?” you coax him gently.

Eddie exhales in a quiet chuckle. He takes your hand in his and lets his lips brush along the back of your knuckles before entwining your fingers.

“I thought I might go visit Wayne.”

Flying never really bothered you.

You hadn’t done it all that much, to be fair. But the times you had, it often went without a hitch.

The airport itself could be more anxiety-inducing than the flight itself, but today it had gone rather smoothly. Security was a breeze, and they didn’t make any changes to your departure gate that forced you to sprint through the terminal in a panic only to find your flight was long gone.

And yet as you sit in your seat next to Eddie, the plane idling on the tarmac waiting for the jetway to be attached, you find yourself wanting to yank down that mask stored overhead and suck down some sweet, sweet oxygen until your brain stops feeling like it’s being sandblasted.

Your leg bounces incessantly until a ringed hand reaches out and rests on your knee, holding on to it even after it’s stopped jiggling, the flat of his palm rubbing up and down your thigh.

He’s already looking back at you when you turn to thank him, and to apologize. Again.

Warm brown eyes glowing amber with the light coming through the window hitting them. Smiling sweetly when he says there’s nothing to apologize for. Giving you another reassuring squeeze as the people in the rows ahead of you finally stand.

Eddie stands as well, the hem of his t-shirt riding up as he brings down your bags, the brief flash of his happy trail giving you a momentary reprieve from your storm of anxious thoughts.

Up until today, you had genuinely been fine. The thought of tagging along with Eddie to visit his uncle somehow didn’t seem so intimidating in the moment when he asked if you wanted to join. And then there was the rush of packing, Eddie booking the flights while you got the hotel.

But somewhere in between clicking your lap belt into place and reaching cruising altitude, you had started to unravel. And by the time you were over Kansas, you’d worked up to a full panic.

In the last few months, Eddie had become one of the most—if not the most—important people in your life. And now you were on your way to meet the most important person in his life for the very first time, right after spending a full week with your legs wrapped around his head.

Among other places.

It could be worse, though. Wayne at least knew some version of how you and Eddie met, so that should minimize any awkward explanations or outright lies. Still, you didn’t know exactly how much he knew. And he certainly hadn’t heard about any of the more recent developments.

How would Eddie introduce you? As a coworker? A friend? His current slam piece? Was there even a word for what you were to each other now?

You didn’t dare allow yourself to wonder how familiar Wayne might be with you already. Too many times, you had been walked through the consumer reports on some of your tapes and had been reminded just how popular you were with older men. Men in Wayne’s exact age bracket…

The solid weight of Eddie’s hand laying on your shoulder mercifully brings you outside your own head as you look up at him. His brow pinches and he mouths a silent, you okay?

Forcing the best smile you can, you nod as you stand and slide in front of him into the aisle.

The rental car Eddie picked out was a bit gauche, but you didn’t tease him for it too much.

His return home was something of a victory tour, you supposed. He might as well look the douchey part—and he really did. Sitting in the front seat of that convertible, shit-eating grin splitting his face, long curls ruffling in the wind as he lowered the Ray Bans covering his eyes to wink at you.

It was funny how much it suited him.

Like he was born for it.

Hawkins was a few hours drive from Indianapolis, and you spent the majority of it turning over the same scenarios you’d been running in your head on the plane. After the fourth or fifth time you’d flipped down the visor on the passenger side to check that the scant amount of make-up you wore for the flight didn’t smudge, you heard Eddie chuckle quietly beside you.

“Something funny?” you scoff, closing the mirror and slapping the visor back into place.

Eddie shook his head, “Just not used to seeing you so nervous. There’s no need to be, y’know?”

He slid his hand off the gearshift to wrap around your knee, grounding himself as much as you.

“I know,” you answer, small and muted, “I’m just worried he’ll think I’m some sex-crazed nympho who dragged his precious, baby angel nephew into a life of debauchery and sin.”

A raucous belly laugh burst out of Eddie, and you whipped your head sideways to glare at him.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, still laughing, “I don’t think anyone in this town has ever been worried about me getting corrupted. If you ask them, I was the number one source of corruption around here.”

Your eyes roll, but he took it as a win seeing the tiniest hint of a smile trying to break through. He lets go of your knee and reaches for your hand instead, his fingers and yours threading.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie tells you with another grin, “Wayne’s gonna love you.”

Because I do, he wishes he could add.

“Well, at least you picked something covert for our arrival,” you snicker under your breath.

Eddie laughed, the sound of it drowned out by him revving the engine as he made the turn into Forest Hills, drawing the ire of more than a few of his former neighbors. They all seethed at the car, as if they could slash the tires just by staring.

He pulls up in front of a trailer midway down the main dirt road—white and aqua siding that looks freshly power washed, a little garden plot peeking out from around the back, a shiny (lightly used) pick-up parked out front, some less rickety furniture sitting on the covered porch.

All the things Wayne was adamant he didn’t need that Eddie insisted on getting him anyway.

You get out of the car still fussing with your hands, wishing you had a pie or a plate of cookies or a joint—some kind of offering to say, ‘sorry your nephew’s doing porn because of me.’

But before you even reach the steps, the door swings open and Wayne comes out to greet you. He and Eddie embrace in an energetic hug, the both of them clapping the other hard on the back. Wayne’s hand rests on the back of Eddie’s neck after they pull apart, holding him there to get a good, long look at him. His eyes start to mist and you look at your feet, feeling like an intruder.

Eddie steps to the side, putting his hand on your lower back, giving Wayne your name. And for an instant, it all feels so terribly wrong. Like this is maybe the last place on earth you should be.

Who ever heard of bringing a pornstar home to meet the family? It sounds more like a set-up for a crappy parody, Guess Who’s Cumming to Dinner.

But then Wayne takes your hand. He sandwiches it between his palms, his grasp solid and firm as he gives you a reassuring squeeze. He smiles so wide, the number of folds on the older man’s weathered face seemingly double.

“Nice to meet you, finally,” he says, his voice as gravelly as the road you just drove down.

“Really nice to meet you too,” you say, returning his squeeze. All your doubts somehow banished instantly by his warm, sage presence.

He gives you another smile and motions for you all to move inside. As you and Eddie walk past, his eyes land on the rental car parked next to his truck and he shakes his head.

“No one’s ever accused you of being subtle, boy,” he sighs.

The inside is shockingly tidy for a bachelor pad, the walls adorned with rows and rows of mugs and hats just as Eddie described. There’s a few pieces of furniture in here that look new, too.

Namely, a bigger TV and a couch with some real cushioning that’s not just a sciatica factory.

It’s nice. Homey, even. It feels lived in and comfortable, well-worn like the clothes on their backs. It makes you wonder how your life might have turned out different if you had someone like Wayne to take you in the way he did for Eddie. Someone to give you a soft place to land.

Your gaze falls on an old photo book sitting out on the kitchen counter, and Wayne’s eyes twinkle with a kind of familial mischief as he tries to act like it’s there purely by coincidence.

Almost instantly, you and Eddie are squished next to each other on the couch while Wayne looks on from his recliner as you pour over the album. You flip carefully through shot after shot of Eddie’s little face from diapers to kindergarten. The only other figure featured is Wayne, and you realize the book must have been a gift made for him. All the pictures taken by someone else.

For how thick the book is, it’s not actually all that full. The photos stop about halfway through, and you guess that the person who gave it to him must have intended to add more later.

“These are beautiful,” you murmur, noting the lighting and composition. There’s an artfulness to them that’s undeniable, even if it’s not deliberate.

Clearly taken by someone with a natural talent.

Eddie hums quietly in agreement, trying not to think about all the other equally beautiful photos, the ones of him and the hundreds of others taken before he was even born, that are lost forever.

“Wait, is that—are you in a tutu?!”

Eddie flings his whole body forward, trying to slap his hand over a picture of him at maybe five or six in a baby pink leotard trimmed with silver sequins and an equally sparkly tulle skirt so stiff and fluffy it stood up on its own. In the picture, he’s running away from the camera, grinning deviously over his shoulder at whoever’s chasing him, the lower half of his face smeared with vanilla frosting.

“They were havin’ a recital over at the community center,” Wayne chortles, “set up this table to sell baked goods. Boy stole a costume and walked right out with a dozen damn cupcakes.”

Together, you and the older man fall into a fit of laughter while Eddie scoffs indignantly.

“That old crone of a dance teacher wouldn’t sell me one—I had money and everything!”

His argument falls on deaf ears, you and Wayne too busy cackling to pay him any attention, but he keeps trying to defend himself, his own laughter breaking through as he breaks down and Wayne swipes away the beginnings of a tear that leaks out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh…”

You turn the page and all three of you fall silent at the sight of the next photo, seemingly the only one Wayne might have taken himself. It’s from the same day, snapped shortly after the previous. Eddie is still in the tutu, but his face has been cleaned with a wet wipe. The woman holding one is crouched down in front of him, his sweet face scrunched up like he’s in the middle of a giggle.

She looks just like him. Same pale, lightly freckled skin. Same dark, unruly curls cut short into a bob. Same rounded tip of her nose, identical to the miniature one she’s booping with her index.

Eddie lays a hand on the page, his thumb stroking the image through the protective sleeve.

It’s the last photo in the book.

“I’m, um…m’ gonna go have a cigarette,” he says, his voice tight. He clears his throat and goes to stand, placing a warm kiss to your temple.

You watch him go, and Wayne watches you watch him until the door that leads to the little porch on the side of the trailer has closed with a loud creak of its hinges. After one last look at the last photo, you carefully flip the album closed and finally meet Eddie’s uncle’s gaze.

“Thank you for showing me these,” you say softly.

He nods and holds out his hand to take the book back. Calloused palms and cracked, leathery skin. Rough, hard-working hands that handle the album as though it’s made of glass.

It goes back in the closet he dug it out of earlier, and he comes back to take his seat in his recliner. He sits forward, elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped in front of him. His flannel clad shoulders lift and fall as he takes a deep and bracing breath. A serious breath.

“So, uh,” he starts, clearing his throat gruffly, “I’d like t’ thank you. For looking out for ‘im.”

He casts a quick glance at the door Eddie is on the other side of before turning back to you.

“Can’t say I was exactly thrilled to hear what he’s been up to out there,” he said, still sounding a bit dubious, “but it made me feel better knowin’ he had someone like you to…to…”

Wayne scrubs a hand over his mouth, the graying stubble on his jaw so coarse you can hear it.

Your back, already painfully straight, stiffens even further as you swallow, trying to bring some relief to your dry mouth as you open it to speak.

“You know,” you start slowly, “he actually helped me a lot more than I helped him.”

Wayne’s forehead wrinkles quadruple as his brow arches and he snorts.

“No, really,” you insist with a smile. “He just…he’s kind and considerate. He works so hard, and he gives every job everything he’s got, no matter what. He makes everyone want to be better.”

Wayne’s gaze softens as he listens to you, quiet and focused. Hearing everything you’re saying.

“There’s a lot of big dicks in our industry—er, no pun intended,” you chuckled, earning a soft huff of laughter out of Wayne as well, “but Eddie’s different. He’s better. He’s very special.”

To me, you wish you could add.

But the point stands either way.

A small smile creeps across Wayne’s face and he reaches out to lay his hand on your shoulder.

It only rests there a moment, but his palm is warm through your t-shirt and the weight of it is bracing and reassuring, as is the kind twinkling in his eyes. The fine lines that appear around them match the ones you’ve seen on Eddie’s face whenever he grins, wide and animated.

“M’glad you two finally figured it out,” he says with a knowing smirk. “Thought that boy would have an aneurysm one of these days tryin’ to hold back that crush he had on you.”

You start to laugh, but a screech of door hinges and the soft clomp of boots on the carpet stops you as Eddie strides back into the living room.

“Talkin’ about me?” he asks with a cheesing grin.

Practically in sync, yours and Wayne’s eyes roll and you answer with a hefty dose of snark.

“No, never,” you deadpan at the same time Wayne scoffs, “Why would we?”

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taesansbeloved · 8 months ago

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I WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU. (보이넥스트도어)

synopsis: random fluff scenarios with bf!boynextdoor warnings 🚨 fluff, fluff, fluff, skinship, pet names. Not proofread 👍🏻

(OT6)

Nova notes: HIHI ❣️ I really hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sungho (성호)

You and Sungho were sat on your shared bed, cuddled up against eachother, watching a random movie, both of you barely even paying any attention to it. "Did you know that camels can drink 200L of water in one go?" You said, eyes slowly fluttering shut. Sungho chuckled as he kissed your forehead lightly. "I did no know that, darling. Would you like to go to sleep now?" He asked, already assuming your answer. "No. I wanna stay awake." You said, leaning your head more against his broad chest. Sungho nodded as he ran his long, slender fingers through your hair, trying to get you to sleep. With the dim room and the soft sound coming from the TV added with Sungho's gentle fingers, you felt your eyes getting heavier by the second. "Goodnight, my love." You heard him whisper lovingly in your ear before drifting off to dreamland.

Riwoo (리우)

Riwoo was listing off the content on the menu to you as you stared at the said menu with furrowed eyebrows. "Babe, I have no idea what your saying." You called out to Riwoo who was still listing the weirdly named food to you. "Oh. Well.... wanna go somewhere else?" He asked, equally confused as you. You nodded as you both walked out of the store hand-in-hand, meeting the warm, bright sun. "Okay, now where do we go?" He asked, looking at you with sparkly eyes. "I don't know. You decide." As soon as you uttered those words, you regretted it immediately, watching Riwoo's lips turn into a smirk. "Well, in that case.. how about some donuts?" He asked with a cheeky smile as he pulled you gently towards the nearest Krispy Kreme in the area. You groaned as he dragged you with loud laughter.

Jaehyun (재현)

"Baby, I really won't be able to get anything down with you clinging on to me like that." You said, voice muffled against Jaehyun's covered chest. In the current moment, you were trying to get your work done but a certain someone will not leave you to it. "I missed you." He mumbled, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear making shivers run down your spine. "I'm surprised your back doesn't hurt by now." You said, gesturing to the way his back is arched down to hug you. "It does, but who cares? Also don't act like you don't like it." He said, and you just already know that he's smirking at you. Jaehyun sighed as he pulled away from the hug and looked at you with his hands on his hips. He shook his head then picked you up gently, placing you on the soft bed mattress and put his entire body weight on you. "Okay, well I guess work can wait." You said as you felt Jaehyun let out a giggle and hug you tighter.

Taesan (태산)

Taesan was sat on his studio chair, head in his palms, and an unfinished song blinking at him from the moniter. A soft knock can be heard from the door earning a quiet 'come in' from the boy in stress. "Hello." A voice he recognised so well had him immediately lift his head up. The frown that was taking place on his face was replaced with softness as soon as he saw you smiling figure step into the room. "Hey, you." He said, leaning back in his chair with. A tender smile was on his face as you stepped closer. "A little birdie told me that you were not having the best day, so I decided to take matters into my own hands." You said, gently moving away all his producing stuff and placed a bag full of food on the table. "Was that birdie perhaps called Kim Woohak?" He asked, a chuckle leaving his mouth as he watched you nod. Quietly, Taesan grabbed your waist and pulled you in between his legs, hugging your waist tightly. "I love you." He whispered so quietly you almost missed it. Somehow you always knew when Taesan, making him feel an insane amount of love for you and making him want to put you in his pocket.

Leehan (리한)

"So she said that I had no saying in the situation when SHE was the one who mentioned me in the argument that I had no connection to-" You were momentarily cut off by Leehan's soft gaze on you, especially your lips. "So? What happened next?" Leehan said, unaware of his affect on you. "Uh, so I said- can you stop looking at me like that?" You said, a red tint making its way to your cheeks. "Like what, my love?" He asked with that soothing, flirty voice of his, making you melt in the process. "You're just that beautiful, darling. I can't help but look." He flirted having you groan. He suddenly head locked you in his arms and began tickling you. "My beautiful baby." He said, relishing in your laughter that is filling the empty apartment.

Woonhak (운학)

You and Woonhak were resting on Woonhak's bed in his dorm. His arm around your shoulder and your head on his chest. While talking quietly, someone suddenly jumped in causing Woonhak to get startled in the process. "Hey, lovebirds." You heard Taesan's teasing voice call out, looking at the both of you with raised eyebrows and an amused smile. "What?" Woonhak said with a whine, tightening his arm around you, sensing your embarrassment. "Dinners ready." He said, walking out without closing the door. "Ah, hyung! Close the door." Woonhak threw a tantrum as Taesan came back and closed the door with a wink. A few moments of silence passed but were shattered with your sudden laughter. "What? Why are you laughing?" Woonhak asked, laughing along with you. "The way you jumped was hilarious." You said, hitting his torso in the process. Woonhak groaned as he hid his face in your neck. "Stop." He mumbled as you continued laughing. "Kids, come on. The food in getting cold!" You both heard Jaehyun yell, immediately shutting you both up. "Come on, lover boy. Let's eat." You said grabbing his hands and walk out the door with him having a stupid lovesick smile.

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gingerteawrites · 8 days ago

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HEADCANONS: JJK MEN WITH A SUPER SMART PARTNER

A/N: Had this thought while watching a random Youtube video so let's all dive down my silly little thoughts. I don't write in this kind of format often, so do let me know if you like it.

Content: Nanami x reader, Gojo x reader, Geto x reader, headcannons, gender neutral.

NANAMI KENTO

I know there's a lot of Nanami x bimbo-ish reader content out there. And while it definitely makes for some delicious delulu fuel, I am so convinced that Kento would prefer to be with someone who at least somewhat challenges him intellectually.

I can just picture it: The first time he heard you passionately go on about a deeply philosophical concept, or that one time you broke down a really hard topic you're super knowledgeable about, he felt his heart skip a beat.

If your area of expertise is not something he's familiar with, he'll find himself researching bits and pieces during his work breaks and then bring them up to you in conversation.

Of course, this absolutely delights you, and he can't decide if he prefers the twinkle in your eyes when you get lost in conversation, or the curve of your lips when they're pulled into a serious frown while you ponder his words.

Nanami, in my opinion, is also a huge "my partner" kind of guy, but in an amazing way. All of his co-workers that know him a bit know two things.

One, he's in a committed relationship. And two, his partner is super smart.

He doesn't even try to bring you up to people, the words just slip out and he finds himself making a comment along the lines of:

"My partner studied this in university, they're so knowledgeable about the field." or "I do not understand much of the topic, but I can ask my partner and get back to you later."

He cherishes your intelligence as in integral part of who you are, and is always rooting for you throughout all of your intellectual endeavors.

GOJO SATORU

Nothing anyone tells me will change my mind. At his core, Satoru is just a happy idiot that's kind of surprised he managed to bag you.

I know it might seem suprising, given that he practically has the confidence of a bigoted white man who thinks he's smart because he makes controversial political opinions (even though we all know our blue-eyed king would never be a bigot).

But trust me, sometimes he sees you locked in your own little world, musing on about some profound topics and he wonders how you even found him interesting at all.

All that to say he thinks you being smart is the best thing ever, and has 100% made comments about your sexy brain before.

As a natural consequence of this, Gojo uses you as his living encyclopedia, even if the questions he has are wildly out of your domain of expertise.

"Say, ____, exactly how much straw would it take to break a camel's back?"

"How much sugar can I eat before risking going into a coma?"

You might think that he's really just trying to mess with you, but no. Satoru genuinely thinks you're the smartest cookie on the planet and you know the answer to everything.

"I mean, shouldn't you be happy I'm asking you instead of that AI bullshit?" he says once, his head buried in your lap while you were reading a book. And you kind of have to concede. Maybe he was right.

I guess you just have to become the world's top expert in every field possible to become your boyfriend's very own AI assistant.

GETO SUGURU

In my opinion, Suguru is one of the smartest characters in the JJK verse. He's an expert in manipulation and has spent a lot of time diving into different philosophical thoughts and things like anthropology and sociology.

So of course, he would be delighted to have a partner who has a high intellect and with whom he can have deep conversations and theorize about life. He's probably huge on Eastern philosophy so after the first conversation you guys have about Buddhism and Shintoism, he's almost ready to go down on one knee.

On the other hand, I feel like if he had a partner who excelled in a more STEM aspect of things, he would be so very eager to listen to you and learn about your interests.

Whether it's sitting down and acting as an audience for when you practice presentations (and actually asking pretty thought-provoking questions), or inquiring about a concept that he knows you understand very well. Suguru will always try to match your energy with the things that you like.

I also feel like he'd be so into study dates, and generally be an amazing study buddy. The kind that brings all the good snacks to the session and keeps side conversations to only when both of your brains are starting to need a break. He would be the type of person you could sit in silence with for hours and both do your own thing, and then go get chocolate treats later because you read somewhere that it improves memory.

All to say he's completely enamored with you and you'd make one killer of an academic duo.

And that's all I have for you today, folks

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated (❁´◡`❁)

#gingerteawrites #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #nanami kento #gojo saturo #geto suguru #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk headcanons

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homunculus-argument · 1 year ago

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Just once in my life I would love to see a movie setting a scene with all the clichés of Oh Look We're In The Middle East - a desert view with the silhouetted figures of camel riders against a bright blazing sunrise, alternating city views of gorgeous islamic architecture and dingy bazaar streets, a close-up shot of sand dunes gently shifting in the wind, with that one specific eerily beautiful One Woman Wail playing in the background. You know the one.

And then the shot suddenly cuts to her. All the other background music fades out, and it's just this random woman standing on the roof of her house, vocalising for no apparent reason. A neighbour sticks his head out of a window like "ma'am can you stop that. We're trying to have breakfast here."

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prlssprfctn · 3 months ago

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Hi. It's me again.

So, since there are so many 'Jaybin haunts people' and 'people hallucinate Jaybin' hcs and fics and AUs, what about— after Duke and Jason start getting close (close for Jason and batfamily, at least), Duke starts seeing Jason's core inner self at his side (Jason's).

Maybe as a combination of the long time he was dead, the time he was in coma + the time he was catatonic + all the supernatural/magic shenanigans he went through or has going on, part of Jason's soul/feelings/inner thoughts sometimes takes an astral form when he's feeling too much/thinking something strongly.

It's harmless and doesn't have any side effects. Even more, it would be completely unknown to everyone if Duke hadn't start seeing him.

Now Duke is like one of those chinese novels where a character suddenly can hear someone's monologue and has to fight hard to keep a normal face because the outside doesn't match at all what he's thinking.

In part because he's a super cheesy, squishy plushy pile of slime inside a lot of the time. In part because he doesn't just say the most ridiculous lines unprompted, he also says way more to himself. He's not even trying to be funny, he just thinks like the love child of a shitpost and Shakespeare.

And then there's the things he doesn't say because he thinks everyone already knows. Both as 'one of the things no one talks about' and as 'this is obviously common knowledge, right?'. Just, obscure random facts at the most unexpected time.

There's also the gap between Jaybin, who just hugs him when it's his turn and is over all a really fun kid, and younger Jay, who seems like he needs a hug but would bite you if you tried to touch him, and a teenage Jason, who is older than Jaybin but a few years younger than Jason-Jason and is full of snark and looks just tired. They all have different dispositions but are still very much the same person. Curiously, Duke has yet to see an older Jason that matches his outward looks.

At some point he could also just tell him about the Jay's. He'd be mortified but later he could try to make Duke laugh out loud at the worst moments just by thinking.

wow, this so heartbreaking to read in the early morning you cannot imagine.

the mixture of humour but angst in Jason's head, both unintentional, is killing me. i don't think either of these kids realise just how tiring it could be, to be them, to have their thoughts, to live like this. the can of worms constantly swarming in your thoughts, reminiscing of all things that hurt you, that despair you, and that beginning from the very early age—

imagine standing next to little pre-Robin Jason, and all you hear in his mind is constant questions like: will mom survive tonight? can i scrap us a little more money? will father ever return from the jail? will i die tonight? is there any food?

and then you have Jaybin, whose thoughts a tad lighter — at least, he thinks of books, school, or family — but it eventually spirals as well in: will Bruce kick me out once? am i a washed out Robin? why i am still hungry? why does everyone on galas hate me so much? i miss my mom.

but let me add this: catatonic Jason is there, too. like a ghost, sometimes, he disappears. sometimes, just stares before himself. but there are no much of thoughts. just a repetitive string of Bruce and dad, all over again. and the more you listen to him, the more you start understanding what each of it means in different times.

angst aside! the son of Shakespeare and shitpost is KILLING ME, and it is so incredible real, and i felt it so much. stealing it.

Jason's thoughts jumping from one to another, which results Duke hearing this:

"what a one ends up becoming if his roots are deep in rotten ground and— omg, lmao, babies camels are so funny. wait, they are called calfs. anyway—"

(probably, Jaybin's thoughts during a fight)

#“but does your soul change when you are growing up” ahh core #— lie answering #jason todd #red hood #batman #dcu #dcu comics #dc universe #batfamily #batfam #duke thomas

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mostly-marvel-musings · 5 months ago

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Don’t catch feelings

A/N: For @elixirfromthestars ‘s Writing Challenge Thank you for hosting the best writing challenges 💛 Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you enjoyed reading!

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ smut, angst. This ain’t a healthy relationship folks. This Tony isn’t your sweet, adorable, loveable Tony.

Prompts used: 🍫 ✩｡⋆⸜ "They warned me about you, I should have listened."

🏛...✩ I am never going to be over you. — Scandal

Tony Stark Masterlist

Don’t catch feelings. He’s a notorious heartbreaker & he won’t be the one who would end up getting hurt once it’s all over.

This was a mantra that was on loop in your mind, constantly, a warning that the rational part of your brain issued religiously. One that heart chose to ignore, time and time again.

He was everything you could ever want, and yet everything you could never have. Someone capable of giving you the world and capable of completely destroying it too.

That was the kind of power Tony Stark had.

You were merely a distraction, a seat filler for someone who’d left him a broken shell of a man. A place you were content being in, for some time. Until you caught feelings.

Feelings for a man who was so far lost in his genius mind, he seemed unable to find his way out. The Avengers had been at the crossroads, the Sokovia Accords broke the team, sides were chosen. Pepper Potts had left him & that just seemed like the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The forlorn genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist had found somewhat of a temporary solace in you. And you were there for him. In every way you could be.

“You're trembling. Is it the anticipation or just me?" His words broke you out of your reverie as your body instantly reacted to his touch, skin alive with goosepimples as his fingers trailed down your bare back.

You weren’t facing him in bed, you couldn’t when your mind was running a mile a minute. You hated the fact that a simple touch could make your body react in such a way. It belonged to Tony. You belonged to Tony.

Which is why when he tugged your shoulder to make you lay on your back, you did, and dutifully spread your legs when he crawled between them.

“You're mine tonight. Don't even think about leaving." He murmured, lips against your stomach as if reading your racing mind.

His touch was tender as his fingers danced along your soft and warm skin, lips trailing along a well-rehearsed path as your eyes closed and you surrendered yourself to his ministrations once again.

Paying attention to your pert breasts, he tweaked your nipples till they hardened into buds, your breaths now coming out as shallow huffs. You knew he was ready to go again by the way you felt his rapidly stirring cock that sat against his thigh, occasionally brushing with the inside of your thigh.

Fingers finding his short hair, you tugged on them firmly as Tony kissed his way up your neck, sucking on your skin, marking it as his. His cock leaked precum against your leg as he continued, his hips rutted subtly.

“Tony, please..” you breathed, already drunk on him as your arousal gathered between your legs, desire unfurling deep within your belly.

"I know exactly what you want, and I'm going to give it to you." He smirked, snaking a hand between your bodies to cup your sex.

You let out a gasp as his finger intruded your slick channel, another one joining in as soon as he got the reaction he’d hoped for. Your hips moved on their own accord as Tony continued to pleasure you.

Broken or not, Tony was a generous lover. He paid attention to your needs and wasn’t shy about asking for his.

And yet you wanted more. Your heart yearned for more than just a random fuck despite knowing you wouldn’t. It wasn’t too hard to fall for Tony Stark, in fact, it was probably the easiest thing you had ever done. A bright future with the man seemed like a distant dream and yet you continued to fantasise on.

Bringing yourself back to reality again, you found Tony’s mouth hovering over your clit, his fingers still working their way to your orgasm. Eyes darkened with lust, his tongue peeked out for a taste of you.

“You taste so sweet, Y/N.”

You could only moan in response, the assault bringing you closer to the edge as your walls fluttered around him, desperate for more.

You came hard against mouth, crying out his name like a prayer while your heart pounded against your chest.

In that blurry haze, you barely registered him rolling on a condom over his length and settling between your legs once more, claiming your mouth in a searing kiss.

“Want me to fuck you, baby?” His hoarse breath was hot against your ear as he parted your legs further, lining up his cock to your entrance, teasing and waiting for you to beg.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer in hopes that he’d give you what you both checked into this expensive hotel for.

Taking pity on you, Tony slipped into your wet heat, letting out a grunt of satisfaction as your bodies connected.

He began moving, head dropped against your shoulder, his pubic bone brushed against your clit with every move. You felt your second orgasm building gradually but he pulled out of you abruptly, flipping you over so you were on your stomach.

Tony then wasted no time in taking what he needed. Slipping into you once again, he snapped his hips against yours in urgency, fingers digging into your skin deep enough to leave marks. This felt different, something that leaned more towards pain than pleasure. Gripping the sheets beneath you, you cried into the pillow, your voice muffled against the fabric.

You weren’t unaware about this sudden flip, it happened more often than not these days. You felt used, an outlet meant for his pleasure alone and yet you allowed this to continue. Because you were addicted. Addicted to the pleasure and pain. Addicted to Tony Stark.

His grunts filled the room as you felt him twitch inside, knowing he wouldn’t last longer now. Tears sprung to your eyes as his cock speared into you, you wanted nothing more than to get out of there to save yourself from breaking.

Tony came with a loud moan, emptying his seed inside the condom as his hips stilled, his forehead resting against your shoulder as caught his breath.

“This has to stop.” He breathed, making your heart stop for a moment. His words didn’t match his actions as he was still holding you close, still connected.

“What do you mean?” You were too afraid to hear the answer.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I’m not what you want, trust me.”

If only he knew how wrong he was.

“I know you, Y/N. I know that you…I know.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. He was well aware of your feelings.

“Tony, I—”

“Don’t say it. Please. You shouldn’t.”

You scrambled away after he pulled out and went to clean himself, gathering your clothes to get the hell out of there as quick as you could.

“They warned me about you. I should’ve listened.” Your tears burned against your cheek now, and you did nothing to hide them, wanting Tony to see the heartbreak he’d caused.

He saw it all, and did nothing to stop you. The part of you that fell in love with this man secretly hoped he would stop you, fight for you and say it’d all be okay.

“I’m never going to be over you.” You whispered right before walking out of the door, slamming it shut behind you, leaving Tony Stark for good.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark angst #tony stark smut #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark imagine #tony stark x female reader #tony stark one shot #the stark squad #marvel fanfiction #tony stark #tony stark fluff #mostly marvel musings #elixircinema #tony stark x you #tony stark fic #iron man #tony stark drabble

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block-tales-headcanons · 5 days ago

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Random headcanons

Griefer HATES going to the desert with Player, not because of the heat because he can somewhat tolerate it thanks to living in a tropical place... Because he keeps being chase by camels & camels? that keep wanting to eat his leaves

Cruel King doesn't like most alcohols but he tolerates a good bourbon on the rock once in a while, he used to go out drinking with Mayor Thaniyel and Mayor Monty when they were younger

Ghost Chef despise blue penguins after what happened

Player, Griefer, and Kyoko eventually becomes a polycule, a chaotic polycule

Mayor Thaniyel has a bit of plant growth on him thanks to being the Venomshank guardian but not as intense as Griefer because he doesn't stab himself on the leg with it

For some reason Mayor Thaniyel & Griefer has a generational habit of wearing sarung and sleevesless undershirt at home (this is coming from the fact that one of the artists working on the game is Indonesian)

Cruel King visits Telamon Manor to meet with some of his former knights there... Let's just say Banished Knight almost went to the other Telamon Manor when he sees him as a ghost

Calypso ended up founding her own pirate crew & has memorial items of Captain Trotter and the fallen pirate crews in her quarter, she visits Kyoko whenever she can & writes to her often

Player doesn't sleep as much as they used to post-Demo 3 because they don't want to see Hatred!Builderman again, it caused them to pass out at random

Player has to learn to how to sew their usual outfit because the ones they have been wearing doesn't exist in 2010

Player doesn't have the heart to tell Griefer that his speech gonna be associated with a webcomic character in the future

Shedletsky is Telamon (obvs) and he keeps his robe in a secret compartment in his office

Player and Red & Blue have an unreasonable fear of a turkey weilding a blunderbuss (I used R&B card for that fight-)

Player can hear the Block Tales OSTs in the background, they literally went "oh ####" when they hear that The Ancient God boss battle song has LYRICS

Griefer & Finn McCool are childhood friends turn enemies because of the whole Venomshank incident

Cruel King doesn't like Tutorial Terry because he sat on his throne after he died

Player, Griefer, and Kyoko first kiss ended with a three way headbutt

Player accidentally introduce Griefer to Epic: The Musical (Player still has their phone with them) and finds out that he is in fact a musical nerd

Sorry if it's too much qnq

You know you’re cooked when a boss fight with LYRICS starts playing

#cough cough #block tales #block tales headcanons #block tales roblox #player block tales #griefer block tales #Kyoko block tales #cruel king block tales #red and blue block tales #shedletsky block tales #calypso block tales #mayor thaniyel block tales #kitchen wizard block tales #toxictimetraveller #Finn mccool block tales #terry block tales #anon

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cosmerelists · 5 months ago

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I Assign Cosmere Characters A Random Animal As Their Pet

I'm using the random generator from this post. I've already created a list of Cosmere characters (it's just the main characters I always do, ha ha), and then I'll randomly assign them a pet and see how they fair! For the record, these results are not altered at all!

[For the purposes of this post, we're gonna pretend that any animal that comes up would make a good and ethical pet, okay? Please don't actually try to adopt a bear.]

1. Kaladin: A dromedary (a type of camel)

Kaladin: [stares at the camel] Camel: [stares at Kaladin] Kaladin: T-This is just a bigger, meaner horse! Kaladin: I can tell just from one glance into its eyes that that hump is full of SPITE Camel: [spits at Kaladin] Kaladin: I KNEW IT

2. Vin: A mustang (a type of horse)

Vin: Yes, yes, you think you're soooo pretty and fast, don't you? Vin: I'm faster, you know. Probably. With enough metal. Vin: So just don't you getting to big for your horse britches! Elend: Wow! What a beautiful horse! Vin: Don't you start!

3. Shallan: A monkey

Shallan: What a cute little monkey you are! Shallan: With the little outfit Adolin sewed for you, and the paintbrush I gave you! Shallan: A regular little monkey artist! Pattern: [buzzing] I keep telling you, Shallan, this creature wants to be like that one person I saw when you were looking for the herald! It wants to be paint with its p- Shallan (loudly): We'll just use regular paint, thank you!

4. Tress: A mandrill (largest monkey in the world)

Tress: Wow, you have such a pretty face, ma'am! Tress: And a large girl like you won't need to fear any mean ol' cat, will you! Charlie: I feel strangely inadequate. Tress: I-I didn't mean it that way!

5. Dalinar: A bear

Dalinar: You and I are a lot alike, bear. Dalinar: We are both large and intimidating, and we can hurt a lot of people if we get violent. Dalinar: ... Dalinar: Also, apparently Navani really likes to cuddle with both of us. Navani: He's soooo soft!

6. Painter: A bighorn (a type of sheep)

Painter: I like him. Painter: He's got a noble bearing. You can tell with those big horns and steely gaze, he's probably king of his herd or something. Painter: So please stop stacking chopsticks on his head. Yumi: Come on, he LOVES his chopstick-tower-hat! Bighorn: [making happy sheep noises] Painter: I-I just think his gravitas is taking a hit.

7. Leshwi: A burro (a type of donkey)

Lewshi: I'll admit, I was really hoping for an animal that could fly. Venli: Surely anything can fly if you lash it to the sky. Leshwi: I tried that. Leshwi: Apparently donkeys don't like to fly.

8. Adolin: A basilisk (a type of lizard)

Shallan: So...why the little cape on your lizard friend? Adolin: He runs across water! It's cool, but I thought it would look even cooler if he was wearing a cape while he did it! Shallan: Where do you find enough water for that? Adolin: Well...he's mostly been running across a bathtub. Shallan: Ah, so he REALLY needs the coolness factor of a cape... Adolin: Yeah, I think it'll really help his self-esteem.

9. Steris: A sheep

Wax: Hey Steris. Steris: Hello, Wax. Wax: I can't help but notice that where yesterday was one sheep, today there are fifteen sheep. Steris: I read that they feel better in herds! Wax: You always go all in--I love that about you. Wax: ... Steris: ... Wax: So we're sheep farmers now? Steris: A little bit, yeah.

10. Navani: A ferret

Sibling: NAVANI YOUR FERRET IS RUNNING THROUGH MY TUNNELS AGAIN Navani: It loves you! Sibling: IT'S LIKE THAT LIFT CHILD ALL OVER AGAIN

11. Siri: A budgerigar (bird)

Siri: This little guy is perfect for me! Siri: Colorful, small, sweet! Siri: I'm teaching it to talk! Budgie: Let's destroy evil! Siri: ... Siri: Uncle Vasher was here again, wasn't he?

12. Kelsier: A duckbill platypus (yes, really)

Kelsier: Everyone, meet the newest member of our team! Dockson: Uh...what is that? Vin: It looks like a bunch of different animals stuck together. Breeze: Rather unsightly, really. Ham: You, uh, doing okay, Kel? Kelsier: You're all such doubters. But watch what happens when I do THIS! [Puts a fedora on the platypus] Vin: ...Why do I suddenly feel like he's going to make a great spy? Kelsier: Trust me, this is gonna be great!

#cosmere #cosmerelists #Kaladin #Adolin #Shallan #Kelsier #Dalinar #Navani #Leswhi #Siri #Steris #Painter #Tress #Vin

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wwandaslover · 10 months ago

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I DONT SMOKE | N.R

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F! Reader

Warnings: lots of angst, smoking, abuse, toxic relationship, legal age gap, R has an unhealthy attachment to N, N has anger issues, love bombing, cheating

Summary: Natasha is a horrible girlfriend, R can’t let her go, they’re in a super toxic relationship.

You never smoked, it was disgusting and you always hated the smell. You had hated it your entire life, until Natasha came along. Natasha smoked a cigarette or two a day, but she bought her own tobacco and tubes for it, she wasn’t going to smoke those disgusting Marlboros or Camels, she’d always smoke her own cigarettes. You would pester her to stop smoking, worried for her health, and Natasha would always chuckle and tell you it was alright.

You fell in love with the smell and taste of cigarettes, the scent of tobacco on Natasha’s leather jacket, the taste of it on Natasha’s tongue when she’d kiss you. The way it mixed with her dark cherry scented perfume was intoxicating, and you fell harder and harder for her every single day. You fell harder every time she hugged you, or kissed you, or laid you down and spread your legs greedily.. the way she could worship your body one moment and choke you the next made you throb with need, you needed Natasha like oxygen. You hated when she was gone, you hated wondering where she was. You hated being alone.

When Natasha was gone, you’d smoke, just to taste her on your tongue and smell her on your clothes. You didn’t care how the cigarette would turn into two, then into three, even into four if Natasha was gone too long. You couldn’t help it, you had gotten addicted to the tobacco burning and the smoke filling your lungs like it had filled Natasha’s. You felt pathetic, you couldn’t go a day without her anymore, you were losing your mind whenever she was gone longer than a day. You wanted to scream every time she was out with Wanda, Carol, or Maria, you had nothing against any of them.. but Natasha was choosing them over you. You wanted to tear them apart with your shaky hands.

When Natasha would come home to you acting needy and following her like a lovesick puppy, she’d get mad. She’d break things, but never you. She’d punch a door or a wall if she was really mad, she would break random trinkets in your shared bedroom and you would sob, begging her to stop ignoring you even if that meant her hurting you. You needed her attention, whether it was her arms wrapped around your trembling frame, or her palm connecting with your cheek. You loved her so dearly, you needed her every moment of the day and all you wanted was for her to feel the same, you wanted her to need you so pathetically.

Natasha arrived home late once again to find you sitting out on the back deck, smoking a cigarette with a pensive expression on your face. Natasha frowned at the sight and opened the glass door to the deck, taking the cigarette from between your fingers and putting it out in the ashtray.

“Detka..” she spoke barely above a whisper, staring at you with concern, worried for your wellbeing. She cupped your cheek gently and a sound of hurt escaped your throat. Natasha’s eyes softened even more and she pulled you into a hug. She hated seeing you in pain, she hated knowing she was the problem. You were such a sweet person, you had a heart of gold and you were so sensitive.

You sobbed against her shoulder, “Why don’t you love me, Nat..?”

Natasha immediately spoke, “I do love you, I love you so much, dorogaya.. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I know I’ve been gone a lot lately. I’m sorry work has been so crazy. I promise I’ll try and spend more time at home with you.”

You sniffled a little and lifted your head from her shoulder, looking her in the eyes. You whispered tepidly, “Are you sure..?”

Natasha nodded, smiling softly. She cupped your cheek, her cold and rough hand against your soft and warm skin. She pressed her lips to yours in a reassuring kiss, making sure to be gentle and slow. You knew you shouldn’t fall for it, Natasha would go back to normal in a few days and you’d get hurt all over again.. but you couldn’t help it. You kissed her back slowly, wrapping your arms around her neck and sighing softly against her lips. Natasha’s hands moved to your hips, holding you possessively and securely as she kissed you. She knew what she was doing, she knew she was hurting you, it wasn’t ever intentional but she couldn’t help it. She knew you’d find out about her cheating on you with Wanda, she knew you were aware of her manipulation and abuse, she knew you would never leave because you were just a needy little girl, barely even an adult. She was in her mid thirties and you were a senior in college. You were weak and Natasha couldn’t help but keep abusing your weakness.

You deepened the kiss, swiping your tongue over Natasha’s lower lip, asking for entrance that Natasha granted. Natasha’s tongue explored your mouth and immediately dominated the kiss, you let her, your soft moans were swallowed by her lips. Without breaking the kiss, Natasha led you inside, both of you kicked your shoes off and dropped your jackets on the floor uncaringly. You both stumbled upstairs to your bedroom and once you got to it, Natasha pushed you against the wall and broke the kiss to take off your shirt and her own. You saw the hickey on her collarbone, you knew it wasn’t from you, but you wouldn’t say anything. Maybe it was just a bruise. She’d never cheat on you, she loved you.

Natasha grabbed your hips once again and pushed you onto the bed before she moved to straddle you. You instinctively grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, your eyes glued to the mark on her skin but you forced yourself to look away at Natasha’s face, kissing her once again. Natasha kissed back, unaware of the mark on her collarbone, unaware of the growing ache in your chest.

Natasha cupped your cheeks as she grinded against you, letting out soft groans and noises of pleasure into your mouth as you kissed her. Natasha slid her hands to your back and unclasped your bra, throwing it aside. Her hands immediately went to your breasts and began kneading your soft skin, her lips parting from yours and moving to kiss and suck on your chest while you let out fake moans to cover up the hurt building up inside you. You knew she cheated, but you didn’t want to accept it, you had known since the moment she began coming home smelling like another woman’s perfume, you knew when you saw nudes from Wanda in her camera roll that she didn’t bother to hide, you knew when Natasha started hanging out with Wanda every single day.. it was obvious.

While you were lost in thought, Natasha had stripped off your sweatpants and panties, burying her face in your cunt and exploring your core while her nose nudged your clit. You sobbed as Natasha ate you out, she thought you were just worked up and feeling relieved, not actually crying. You didn’t stop her, you didn’t want her to stop yet you also wanted to hit her and scream at her for ruining you. You hated how much you loved her, you used to think she was absolutely perfect, that someday you would marry her, but in that moment, her laying between your legs as she ate you out, your tears rolling down your face and soaking into your hair and bedsheets, you knew you needed to leave her. You knew you had to but you didn’t want to, you wanted to stay with her no matter how abusive and manipulative she was.

You faked an orgasm once, and then again when she decided to start fingering you and kissing your neck, then again when she decided to use a strap-on. At least when she was between your legs you couldn’t see the mark, you couldn’t see her fucking face, but now you did. You hated Natasha for the first time in your life, you hated everything about her and yet all you wanted was for her to love you and only you. You needed her more than anything, no matter how horrible she was.

Eventually, after everything stopped, Natasha laid next to you. She stared into your eyes with an unreadable expression, her hand gently resting on your waist. Her voice rang in your ears, deafeningly soft and warm, “Are you okay?”

Without thinking, you let out a scoff. You turned to lay on your back and ran your hands over your face, stressed and upset. You spoke after a moment, still not facing Natasha “How long have you been fucking Wanda?”

Natasha’s heart ached for you, she wasn’t surprised that you knew, in fact she thought you would have approached her about it already, but she hated how hurt you sounded. She hated your sad expression, she hated your shaky breaths, she hated how terrible she felt for hurting you. She got out of bed and spoke, “seven months.”

You watched as she grabbed her clothes and left the room. She just left. You knew it was over, and part of you was relieved, but seeing Natasha so uncaring reminded you of who she was and who she’d always be. You laid your head back down and sighed heavily before deciding you wouldn’t care either, so you just went to sleep. You knew Wanda didn’t know about you, so you decided that in the morning, you were going to go see her.

So a decent amount of people have asked for part two and I kinda love messy fics, so if you want, go to my requests and ask to be put on the tag list, or ask in the comments. <3

Part two: “My kink is karma” will be out sometime soon

#natasha romanoff x fem reader #wlw #gxg #wlw post #wlw smut #lesbian #gxg fluff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x fem reader smut #natasha x y/n #natasha marvel #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #wlw angst #wlw love #wwandaslover

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