#my favorite ao3 niche

[howdoidothiss-blog]

TO THE NEAL CAFFREY IS BATFAM ENJOYERS 🗣🗣🗣🚨🚨🚨🚨 u can now have Neal saying the word Gotham ur literally so welcome have fun on ao3

[kneworder]

more people should be ungodly obsessed with john mitchell from being human. he's a beautiful emo irish vampire with the worst fashion sense in the world. he's killed so many people but he feels so so so bad about it. he is so absolutely cringefail he gets roasted by children on the street and actually gets annoyed. he fought in WWI. he was in casablanca but you can't see him because he doesn't show up on film. he is in recovery for addiction (blood) and keeps relapsing (murder). he loves the real hustle and he's LITERALLY doing the washing up.

[musicalmoritz]

I do not understand why HanaKou, Aoinene, and Terukane shippers always act like their ships are so unpopular when they’re some of the most popular in the fandom😭 This isn’t a callout to any single person btw bcuz I’ve seen like half the fandom do it atp, it happens every day. I know it’s harmless but like c’mon guys. Ya’ll would not survive being a Terunene or MeiAoi shipper

I’m not even joking to me it sounds exactly like if someone called SatoSugu a rarepair

[necrotic-nephilim]

Sorry if this might be a rude question but why don’t you just make a seperate account for your nsfw fics?

not rude, it's a valid question! tbh it's a combination of a couple reasons.

i started posting anonymous dead dove batcest fics long before i had the balls to make a tumblr. at first i was content to just leave them unassociated with each other because i didn't really care about them being tied to me. i made this blog to actually show solidarity to my partner who wanted to make a sideblog for Sandman comic stuff so we could cheerlead each other and be brave together, since i've wanted to make a batcest sideblog but i've been nervous about actually having to get it going. (mal ik you're reading this go be brave and actually make your blog so i can cheerlead you damnit-) only did it dawn on me then that i should probably mention the fics i've written on the blog after like, three of them were posted anonymously. and it would've annoyed me to have half of them anonymous and half of them not, because notifications for them would've gone in different places. i could go back and take my fics off anon if i wanted to, but i can't switch the account they're on without taking them down entirely and that'd fuck over people who have them bookmarked already.

which, ties into my second reason, if i made an entire second ao3 account it'd be harder for me to see notifications, reply to stuff, and post things for both accounts because i'd have to constantly switch. and honestly i'd be terrified of accidentally posting on the wrong one on a brain fog day. posting fics is always the most tedious part of writing them for me lol. it's easier for me to stay logged into one account and have all of my stuff in one place for me and just use the anonymous collection when i feel like it. if ao3 pseuds worked like tumblr blogs, where you can't see all my side blogs but i can, i would've used pseuds, but since you can see all pseuds on an ao3, i felt it was a moot point.

and the last reason is i just feel more comfortable being anonymous on ao3 because of the rise in anti culture. on tumblr it's very easy for me to just filter that out and find the people i want to follow and block the people i don't. i don't mind getting hate, on tumblr or on ao3. but i think, for whatever reason you want to blame it on, there's been a massive boom of antis on ao3 who are very entitled about how they read on ao3. i tag extensively, but i just feel safer from getting targeted attacks if everything i write on ao3 isn't attached to one profile. if people like a fic i wrote, want to find more i always link my tumblr in the notes, but if an anti wants to get huffy with me, they can't easily track down my other things. they definitely could if they wanted to, but being anonymous on ao3 just makes me feel more secluded, in a weird way. it's like saying "if you want you can come find me but on here i'm just a weird faceless guy throwing stuff in the void". i've used ao3's anon feature a lot, actually, i used to be a hydra trash party dumpster kid back when that was in it's prime.

i also used to be vaguely popular on a different tumblr blog and my main ao3 and while i think it'd definitely be cool if i got a decent chunk of followers on this blog too, i don't really miss having fanfiction do so well i got targetted hate on all of my fics from the same people, i had my fics stolen, etc. it was really exhausting for me. i have 120+ works on ao3, not counting what's anonymous, and that level of exposure tires me, even when i use my main ao3 to post things that aren't trashy. it's just a weird feeling knowing so many people are subscribed to you on ao3 and what if you post something they won't like because you jumped fandoms again, or you're posting something niche, or you don't think it fills enough fandom tropes to be well-liked. i used to obsessively think like that, and it made me not write the things i wanted to because i cared about numbers. and i don't want to slide back into that hole. writing on anonymous is mostly to remind myself i wrote this for me, and if other people like it, they can come find me, but i don't have to perform like that anymore. if i get a really weird fucked up idea, i can write the really weird fucked up idea. at the end of the day, just makes me more comfortable! but i get it's a super confusing set up from an outsider perspective so, i really don't mind the question, thank you for asking!!

[secondpersonpoetry]

hi! oh my goodness. i am SO sorry i didn’t say anything earlier. i did read everything a couple days ago, and i Have been chewing on it, rotating it in my mind, etc etc…..and the graphic has been my phone lockscreen since i first read it!!!!!

frankly i am obsessed and have also been a little frazzled this month lol. saw your post late because of the general whirlwind that is december and then couldn’t quite get my thoughts into sufficient words n got worried “oh no would it be weird to say something now…..” which is incredibly silly in retrospect, so sorry for that. 

i’m relatively new to hockey fandom and the Narratives don’t always quite click for me (yet, at least :)) because i don’t know all of the lore for a lot of the popular pairings haha, so it means a lot that you’ve taken time out of your day to break things down for me and share your own thoughts <3 tysm. again, super sorry for the delayed response. i’m very sorry if you felt as though you’d wasted your time or something along those lines :’) just wanted to let you know that i really appreciate you and the time it took you to get everything down and make the graphic!!!! and like i can’t overstate how much your tags both over here and on your other blog have helped me to Get It since the start of this season, so thank you.

but now the house is quiet, the in-laws are gone, and no new work stuff until january :) so i can finally get some stuff down. every point you brought up hits in it own way but gosh you are very incredibly right the mcstrome of it all…..that’s sort of the lens i’ve been listening to the song through since you mentioned it.

the golden boy and the “draft bust” and the ever present notion of “isn’t it all about old friends? like everything? all of it?”.  like idk looking back on a bestfriendship from when you were a teenager that was Super intense and the lines were blurred and maybe realizing (if you hadn’t had the words or the “guts” or awareness or wtv to put a name to it at that point in your life) that y’all were a smidge more than just friends. 

best friends forever until you just aren’t! growing up and growing apart. it’s just the way things go but it can and will ache for a damn long time! you think you’re over it until their birthday or the holidays roll around and you wonder in a distant sort of way who they’re spending it with. what you would’ve hypothetically gotten them as a present if you still spoke. what do they even like nowadays, anyway?

maybe having the friendship end subtly. going from playing and traveling together and living in one another’s pockets to 2,080 miles of distance? (i may have my timeline/details confused here so sorry in advance) texting as much as you can at first but he’s a phenom he’s mcjesus he’s the next in line he’s expected to win the cup with his new team and end the drought for Canada. and they have him now but he was yours first, wasn’t he? but it’s fine. because you’re busy too. you’re captaining the team now. you’re gonna get the memorial cup that he couldn’t. it’s fine. you’re fine. you don’t even have time to worry about it anyway. 

one conversation a week turns to one a month turns to once in a blue moon turns to stale words until it goes cold. these days you can’t quite seem to remember who ended things, but does it really matter all that much now?

or maybe it doesn’t end like that at all. maybe it ends in a flurry of angry words and digs in some or other of the endless hotel rooms you’ve shared together over the years. who knows!

and that’s not even getting into the rest of the 2015 draft class. or the ld19 of it all! ooh hoo hoo. you grew up with him but he’s not your waiting room. he grew up with you but he’ll grow “old” (end his career) with someone else. and isn’t that just something! 

i don’t think it’s totally them, but sort of the sentiment of “I hope you get everything you ever wanted and I hope I never hear a word about it.” I want one ticket off of your carousel!!!! merry christmas, please don’t call!!!!!!!

dylan being sent up and down and traded around until finally landing in washington, a place where he is clearly at home and LOVED for the guy and player he is!!!!!!!! watching a game and seeing all the strome jerseys in the crowd……..wagh.

all that said. some other songs that are mcstrome to me in various ways: hot & heavy by lucy dacus (lol kinda the whole song). before the world was big by girlpool (“i just miss how it felt standing next to you wearing matching [jerseys? sweaters?] before the world was big”). happiness by Taylor swift (“i guess it’s the price i pay for seven years in heaven”), cut your bangs by radiator hospital (maybe? possibly? unsure. i like the whole dog thing there). i’m so glad i feel this way about you by insignificant other (!!!!!). there are so many THEM lyrics in there……..waough.

anyway. other things off the top of my head: 2015 connor specifically saying something like “hey let’s wait a minute so we can see this” to stand by the stage when dylan was getting drafted after him. MAN. you reminded me of the fact that they couldn’t even make eye contact at the handshake line!!!!!!!!! they didn’t go to each other’s weddings!!!!!!!!!! (do you think once upon a time they ever thought they’d being each other’s best man?). just a couple months ago dylan liking the tweet of connor getting that goal during the playoffs!!!!!!!! makes you wonder if he texted him………..

lol this was all over the place and i was probably wrong on some things and there’s SO much more that someone else could say way more eloquently, but i digress. i dunno everything about them is so nuts to me!!!!! needless to say i will be incredibly sat for the game january 21 🙂‍↕️

thank you again for your time :) hope you have a good one and a happy rest of the holiday season! <3333333

what a lovely message to receive 🥰😭🥹 i had to break it up into chunks because i couldn't sit down to read all of it at once without just. bouncing right back up and shrieking. i am also at heart terribly shy so i understand the struggle but it is never too late to say something <3 you are always welcome here

first!!! i love sharing!! i think most of hockey tumblr loves to see people finding out the Lore for the first time and the wonderful thing about hockey is that. it keeps going on. so there's years and years and generations and generations and always something new to learn about. i've learned to just not be afraid to ask!!! between different teams and players i'm always discovering new narratives (learning about the sharks old man yaoi rn... cbj rarepairs...)

no... to my heart's despair... you have the timeline right. i think in the best most tragic sense there's a mcstrome narrative where it is truly that nothing went wrong. the love was there. we couldn't do enough to save it because we didn't see it slipping away. i didn't notice when you didn't call until you never did. i don't know you now but i still remember when i did, do you?

HE'S NOT YOUR WAITING ROOM?? passing out. i do see "i hope you get everything you ever wanted and i hope i never hear a word about it" as them because!! they didn't go to each other's weddings!!! i don't wish you harm but i'm not going to put myself through that!! i hope you're happy and i'm never going to look on purpose.

i love dylan strome so much and the best part is that they all love him so much too. he wore a cool vintage ovechkin jacket!! and got slapped in the face with a tortilla!! he loves to gently rag on the rookies!! it just takes some time, everything'll be just fine. you're only on the middle of the ride.

OKAY WHEN I READ THIS PART I SCREAMED BECAUSE I DO HAVE A MCSTROME PLAYLIST AND!!!! HOT & HEAVY BY LUCY DACUS IS IN FACT ON IT!!! SO IS CUT YOUR BANGS (BUT BY GIRLPOOL SO DOUBLE JINX)!!!! i have dorothea by taylor swift on there but i don't know happiness so i'll have to give all the other songs a listen. mostly i just shrieked because i was like NO YOU GOT THE VIBES EXACTLY

🧠〰️🧠 truly the mind meld happening here. the handshake line. the mutual wedding non-invitations. i won't block your number or your name on twitter i just hope i don't see it come up on screen!! i do think that we got confirmation the last time they played each other that dylan did text him to say congrats on a milestone but i would have to check the archives

p.s. i think you said it perfectly eloquently :) what matters is that you said it at all and i was delighted to read it 💕

[socctime]

I am so happy with the wing/wing grooming fics with Lucifer on AO3 right now. It's currently at 5 with just wing grooming, but I can't get enough of it!

[bylerslair]

day 5 of @bylerficrecweek! so many great au's being shared! <3

day 5: full AU

☆ the evening speaks by nbfutureboy (note: you need an AO3 account to access and read this one!)

☆ hours (of telling you about) by disaster_energy

☆ you'll forget about your days away by orphan_account

☆ this magic i've been feeling since i met you by andiwriteordie

☆ couples only by Pseudologia

[gingeralejasminetea]

aka: the main reason why i struggle with reading published fiction now

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[absurdthirst]

A Roman Romp {Deiter Bravo *AS* Marcus Acacius x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings: Drug mentions, power imbalance, fucking the boss, clitoral play, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral sex (male receiving), derogatory names, role play, rough sex, Dieter being unbelievably bad with emotions, costume play.

Comments: You've found a niche as Dieter Bravo's assistant. Taking care of him and sleeping with him work surprisingly easy until his new role as a Roman general makes you completely feral for him.

A/N: Completely inspired by the sexy, bloody gifs.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“Deeper. Raspier.” You decide, ignoring the frown of the man in front of you as you contemplate the voice pitch he has changed into. Dieter Bravo loves to experiment with his voice and facial expressions, but being the consummate narcissist that he is, he doesn’t like it when it’s not immediately loved by all. You don’t work that way and he knows it. It’s why you are permitted to run through the dialogue with him and read the scripts when most assistants just scheduled appointments and bring the actors they work for the page changes. “This is a man who has screamed throughout the bloodiest battles, who has inhaled the smoke from a hundred thousand fires. He’s hardened by battle, by death, and he shows it.” You explain, painting a picture for him to visualize from the comfort of his plush designer sofa in his Sherman Oaks mansion.

Dieter nods, shifting to sit up and he clears his throat. “You’re right. He’s seen shit we could never imagine. He needs to be tortured but capable.” Dieter decides and rolls his shoulders. His eyes focus on the script and he says “I declare for Rome. For her Emperor. For her people.” He deepens his voice, letting it catch to be raspier than before. “How was that?” He asks, face softening as he expectedly looks at you.

Despite the massive ego, the demands, and his ability to act like a twelve year old boy at times, Dieter is surprisingly needy. He craves acceptance, like a feral cat who spits and hisses when you get too close, but is desperate to be loved on their own terms. You deal with him delicately at times, more harshly at others, all while understanding that neediness. It’s what made you work well for him. “That was good.” You nod in approval.

He thanks you with a slightly dazed, soppy smile, like he's grateful for the approval. Like it means the most coming from you. "Yeah?" He asks, hungry for more praise and you nod. He stares at you for a second before he looks back at the script, continuing with the new voice he's found for the character and he continues practicing his lines, his eyes drifting over to you every now and then as he seeks approval.

This time he runs through the lines without you reading the other parts, but sometimes he wants you to voice the other characters, to give him a tone to feed off of. Since the Cliff Beasts debacle and you coming to work for him, Dieter has been determined to win another Oscar and you think this might be the role to do that.

“I’m trying on the costumes this afternoon.” Dieter tells you like you didn’t already know that. You know every detail of his schedule. “I know.” You chuckle softly and he flushes slightly, “yeah. I am hoping it’s going to help me find the character posture.” He confesses, “and I get to check out my trailer before filming begins in a couple days.”

That’s code for he wants the trailer to feel like his own personal retreat so you need to pack up all of his favorite things. Like you hadn’t already planned that. “I will make sure that you can relax.” You promise, shooting him a soft smile. “Your favorite incense and candles, that serenity stone and I’ll pack up your favorite sheets to bring with us today.”

“You’re the best.” Dieter compliments you and it’s a rare occasion but he’s sincere as he offers you a soft smile. “I’m gonna go smoke a little before we go to the studio. Can you go get some tacos for me?” He asks, “carnitas.” He decides with a nod as he relaxes against the sofa.

“Sure thing, boss.” You wink at him and put a little away in your walk as you leave the room, knowing his eyes are on your ass. This thing you have with Dieter is incredibly easy and complicated at the same time. You sleep together, pretty damn often, but you aren’t his girlfriend. He’s sworn off relationships since Kate and Anika, but it’s not like you can blame him. You get sex and as a bonus, it puts your boss into a better mood for you to deal with him professionally. It doesn’t hurt that you care about him a lot, love him really, but that’s something you would never admit to him. You know that you just fill a void in his life.

Dieter watches until you disappear and he sets his script down, rubbing his scruffy cheek. Fuck, you’re so goddamn gorgeous. Too good for him to touch you honestly and he knows he’s putting everything on the line. Losing you would mean losing his assistant but also his best friend and some of the best fucking sex he’s ever had. He can’t tell you anything about how he feels in case you’re scared off and he loses it all. With a sigh, he looks back at his script and waits for you to return like the lovesick fool he is.

It doesn’t take you long, the place where you go makes the best fucking tacos and they know how Dieter likes them. He’s ordered from there often enough while he’s high. You get some extras because he said he wanted to smoke some weed when he gets back from having his costume fitted and you know he will have the munchies. Picking up some salad because you know he won’t eat greens unless you get them. “I’m back.” You sail through the door with the paper bag and grin. “You eat and I’ll get the bag together for your trailer.”

Dieter groans at the smell of the tacos and he pats the space next to him. “Come and sit down with me, babe.” He orders, wanting you to eat as well. You run around after him all the time and he knows you don’t always remember to eat.

“Okay.” You don’t argue, just plopping down beside him and handing him the agua fresca you had ordered for him from the drink carrier. “I can eat and then I’ll make sure we get you settled into your trailer.”

Dieter reaches out to squeeze your leg. He’s always been a touchy feely kind of man, needing that physical connection. That’s why he wants sex so much. He loves to feel wanted and to be touched. “You’re the best.” He says around a mouth full of tacos.

“You might not think so when you see this.” You tease, pulling out the salad to set in front of him. He doesn’t argue but he does pout, swallowing the mouth of tacos and sighs. “Did you get that adobo dressing?” He asks hopefully, knowing he would eat anything as long as that stuff is on it. “Two of them.” You promise. “So you can have one for a salad on set.”

“Fuck yes. You’re - you’re the fucking best. No one comes close to you. Literally no other assistant is like you, babe.” Dieter praises with a mouth full of tacos. His last assistant couldn’t make him hard and he certainly couldn’t make him eat salad. He was authoritative and while Dieter likes to be submissive, when it comes to his work, he is the one in control.

You shouldn’t let the praise get to you, knowing that Dieter is always expressive when he’s happy and then can throw full tantrums when he’s not. Still, you smirk and lean forward to grab a taco for yourself after putting a straw in your own drink. “That’s why you pay me so well.” You remind him. “Don’t forget you still have to make that happy birthday video to send to your niece.” You take a sip of your drink. “I’ve already sent the gift from you. It’s a battery operated kiddie jeep. She will love it.”

Dieter nods, knowing he would have completely forgotten about her birthday. He loves his niece but his brother is a stiff prick. Always the golden child. Better at everything including being monogamous and heterosexual. He went to college, got his finance degree. Has the wife and 2.5 kids in Dallas and Dieter is…never good enough. Even when he’s won a fucking Oscar. “I gotta go see that kid soon. Make sure she’s not fucking boring like her dad.” He snorts as he wipes his mouth.

“Let me know when you want to go and I’ll work it into your schedule.” You promise, reminding yourself to remind him of it when filming ends for this movie. He always wants to go somewhere after he’s wrapped a movie. “Just let me know and I’ll take care of everything.” From his flight to the drugs, you will make sure he has everything he needs.

“Thanks.” He murmurs, unsure if he wants to deal with his family. Especially his parents. He left Texas to come to L.A when he was eighteen and he struggled until he got spotted while he was failing at being a waiter. “You need a break too. At some point.” He announces as he reluctantly digs into his salad even with the adobo smothering it.

“I get breaks.” You remind him. But it’s true you don’t get them often. Even when Dieter travels, he brings you with him. He likes having you close and it’s not something you are completely opposed to. Spending months in Croatia or China is amazing. You reach over and brush his hair back and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for eating your salad.”

He loves the praise and hates that he loves it. His life is messy and the last thing he wants to do is lose you because he ruins it with his personality. At least like this you’re at a distance. “Fucking lettuce.” He grumbles and takes another bite, tilting his cheek out so he can get another kiss.

You grin against his skin as you pepper his cheek with little kisses. You don’t mind when he’s like this. It’s sweet, even if it’s needy. Dieter so desperately wants love and for someone to adore him. He just manages to ruin every relationship he gets in when someone new shows up and showers him with attention. You know that it’s possible with your situation. You just have to deal with it.

Dieter loves the way you give him affection and he chews his salad after you pull away, he looks down at the salad, setting it down after a moment to dig into another taco. “Tacos are better.” He decides and watches as you dig into your own food.

“I know they are, baby.” He hates eating salads and you try to make it fun most of the time, but there’s no chance against tacos. “But this counterbalances the tacos. You’ve been doing so good at the gym. That sexy body needs the good stuff for all those fight scenes.”

Dieter has definitely had to put in time at the gym to make sure he’s getting in shape for this role. He had a nutritionist and personal chef come in for the past few months and he’s done pretty good building up his arms. “Yeah? You think I’ll look convincing?” He asks, eager for your approval of the body he’s been working out for.

“You’ll be amazing.” You promise him. “You already have a look that can be so authoritative, but put you in Roman armor?” You groan quietly and shake your head. “I thought Maximus was sexy, but your Marcus Acacius will blow him out of the water.”

Dieter flushes slightly, ducking his head at your praise, and he loves how you compliment him. “Yeah? You think I’ll be sexy in the costume?” He smirks, “and the sex scene.” He adds, “gonna watch me on the closed set?”

You knew there was a sex scene, but you didn’t think Dieter would want you there. “If you want me to.” You tell him. “I know that day will be a long one for you.”

Dieter nods, reaching for your hand after he wipes his clean. “I want you there. I always want you there.” He admits, “I just - you know me best in that department and I want to make sure it looks real, natural.”

You could point out that Dieter has had so many more lovers than you have, but you don’t. “You’re going to look even sexier then.” You promise. “They are going to create a new Oscar category just for you. Best Sex Scene.”

Dieter chuckles, “I fucking wish. I could win that every damn year.” He says with conviction, “especially if I was filmed with you.” He says and winks, picking up the salad to reluctantly finish it even with the dressing.

You hum in approval and quickly finish your own taco before you pat his leg gently. “Let me go get you packed up so we can leave, baby.” You murmur. “You don’t want to be late with Wardrobe.”

Dieter nods, watching you get up and his eyes drop down to your ass again as you make your way into his room to get what he needs. You do everything for him and he can’t ever pay you enough for putting up with his shit.

Less than an hour later, you have Dieter loaded up in the car and you are headed to the studio where you will be filming the fight scenes. Some of the location work will be later but they want to get the fights filmed first to give them plenty of time to work on the CGI. Dieter decided to let you drive so he could read over the script again. “Don’t worry. While you are with wardrobe, I’ll get the key to your trailer. We can take a picture outside with your name on it for you IG.”

Dieter sighs, he hates social media but he knows it’s needed for him to keep himself relevant when his industry is suddenly flooded with fucking Tik Tok stars and IG models. “Sure.” He adjusts his sunglasses on his nose as he reads over the script, “you really think the voice is right?”

“That voice went straight to my pussy.” You admit, knowing that confession will give him a smug grin. He likes knowing when something turns you on. “Yeah?” His normal voice instantly changes to the once he had practiced for Marcus and you make sure to squirm in the driver’s seat a little. “Yeah, it’s good. Panties around the world will explode.”

Dieter smirks, imagining the reaction with his fans but he doesn’t care about their panties exploding when he only wants yours to explode. Sure, it helps his career to still be considered a sex symbol but he wants you to want him more than any woman thirsting on Twitter.

You giggle quietly to yourself, guiding the car to the studio and you get parked. “Okay. Do you want to see the trailer first and figure out where it is? I can get it set up while you are in wardrobe?”

“Yeah. I wanna see if they gave me a good one or if they put me in the fucking back again.” He had a meltdown when his trailer was at the very end of the lot on his last project. He’s a fucking Oscar winner not someone doing their first fucking movie. You nod and he gets out while you gather the bags with his things. He doesn’t ask if you need help. That’s never really been his nature so you carry the bags to the trailer that’s been assigned as his. “First row. Now that’s more fucking like it.” He declares as he claps his hands.

You chuckle at his enthusiasm and follow him into the trailer. It’s perfectly clean and sterile in that brand new kind of way and it will bother Dieter if it stays that way for too long. “I’ll get all this set up to your liking.” You promise.

Dieter looks around before his eyes find yours again, "that would be awesome." He declares, "oh and get me some Kit Kats. You know I love snacking on those ever since Cliff Beasts." He shivers slightly at that movie. Something he took in the desperation of the pandemic when he was stuck at home alone and was losing his mind.

“Kit Kats.” You nod and walk up to him, sensing that he needs a little affection. You caress his cheek and press your lips to his. “You are going to be amazing.” You promise him. “We will make sure this is the best film shoot you’ve ever had.”

Dieter appreciates you and he sighs, “I better get to costume to try everyone on.” He hates costume design but he needs to get there since it’s his time and they will need to do adjustments. “I better go, babe.” He kisses your cheek and exits the trailer, disappearing while you sort out his trailer.

You run and get the KitKats and make four more trips from the car for the bags of stuff for Dieter’s trailer. Stripping the basic sheets off the bed, you replace them with the Egyptian cotton ones that are 2500 thread count, which he loves. Shoving the pillows that were on the bed into a small compartment because he prefers down alternative pillows and putting the soothing weighted blanket over it all. The candle and incense is already burning and there’s a whiff of sage still, letting Dieter know that you’ve done all the things he claims helps clear his mind and calm him down. The basket full of KitKats next to the room temperature San Pellegrino bottles that he prefers when his throat hurts. The small refrigerator is stocked with other drinks and you look around satisfied that he will be comfortable.

Dieter stares at himself in the mirror in his costume and he smirks, knowing you’re going to lose your mind when you see the armor on his body. It’s surprisingly heavy and he didn’t think they’d use metal but they have. He likes the weight of it, it helps him get into character a bit more. The costume designers take notes on adjustments and he changes back, making his way to his trailer. “Fuck. You are amazing.” He compliments as you fluff the pillows you brought from his home.

You hum in delight and turn back to look at him. “That’s what I’m here for.” You motion to the trailer. “Think you can decompress here?”

He nods, groaning as he lays down on the bed. “Come here.” He opens his arm to invite you to lay with him and you follow his order, making him sigh and he shifts to curl around you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He confesses, burying his face in your neck.

“Be late.” You tease, stroking his side and chest and you let him hold you. “Wear the same thing for a week and eat nothing but tacos.” You enjoy taking care of Dieter and for all his selfishness, you appreciate the moments like this where he acknowledges everything you do for him. “How did costume fitting go?” You ask, sensing that he’s in a pretty mellow mood so it must have been good.

Dieter loves how you touch him and he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a soft kiss there. “It went well. They just have to do some minor adjustments. I- I am worried that I look - that I’m too old to do this part. The fighting. Will I look believable?” He asks, a frown on his face as he pulls back to look at you.

“Completely believable.” You promise, reaching up to run your fingers through the longer curls that he’s grown out for this role. “You will look like the war-hardened general. Experienced and trained by years of fighting.” You remind him. “Generals have wisdom. They’ve experienced heartache and lost men. They are supposed to have some gray in their hair and beards.” You bring your fingers down to scratch through his facial hair, knowing how much he likes that. “They might have to add some more. You don’t have quite enough to be that salt and pepper look, if that’s what they want. You’re gonna win another Oscar. I just know it.”

Dieter loves how confident you are in his abilities and that makes him feel more secure, makes him a better actor. “Thank you.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss your jaw. “You - I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He murmurs, closing his eyes. You hum, continuing to stroke his hair until he blurts out, “I want Chinese for dinner.”

You are so used to the way that Dieter suddenly shifts gears that it’s nearly automatic. “The fancy or the nasty?” You ask, wondering if he’s wanting the upscale Chinese fusion place or the tiny little hole in the wall that makes the best egg rolls you’ve ever eaten in your life.

He ponders it for a second, “the nasty.” He offers you a smirk. “The greasy egg rolls. The fried rice.” He groans at the thought, “then tomorrow I’ll be good. I’m training tomorrow.” He tells you like you don’t know his schedule off by heart.

“Sword training.” You agree. “Bright and early at seven.” He groans pitifully and pouts at the early morning call. “I’ll make sure that you have a powerful protein smoothie first thing.”

Dieter groans, “smoothies and sword training. Seven? Fuckkkkk.” He moans and curls around you again. “Baby baby baby. Let’s go back to mine and then we can get dirty Chinese food and then I can eat my dessert.” He smirks, sliding his down between your legs to cup your cunt through your leggings.

“Yeah?” You moan quietly, always loving how his large hands feel on your body. “We can call and pick it up on the way.” You don’t call it home, because technically you don’t live with him although you spend most nights at his house. “Maybe a bath after and I can rub your back before you fall asleep.”

“Fuck you spoil me. I gotta call Sally and tell her to give you a damn raise.” He groans, telling you he wants his manager to make sure you’re looked after. He presses his fingers against your clit through your leggings, wanting to hear you moan again.

You don’t bite your lip, knowing that Dieter doesn’t want you to suppress your sounds. He’s always greedy for the sounds you make, greedy for the approval. His fingers press insistently against your bundle of nerves expertly. “Dee, baby, that feels so good.” You praise breathlessly.

He loves hearing your praise. He’s greedy for it and he hisses when you lean in to kiss his jaw. His fingers continue to press against your bundle of nerves, pressing and rubbing, wanting you to fall apart for him.

“Dee, baby.” You arch your hips up under his hand, grinding your clit down against his fingers. “You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck, I’m going to ruin these panties.”

He wants to hear your sweet cry. He groans, hardening in his pants, “I’ll buy you more.” He promises, continuing to rub you through the material. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Want to hear those sweet fucking moans.” He urges you on.

It doesn’t take long when Dieter wants to make you cum. He’s a skilled enough lover to have learned you, since you’ve slept with him so much. You hold onto his arm, gasping in pleasure until your toes curl. “Deeeeee!” You cry out, closing your eyes when the wave of pleasure washes over you and heat fires through your core.

He hisses when your thighs squeeze his hand, keeping him trapped there while you squirm through your orgasm. “Fuck you’re so pretty when you cum.” He coos, watching you with fascination.

You doubt that. Sometimes you are a little disbelieving that he finds you sexy, but you understand that he might want you to think that so you continue to sleep with him. Whining drowsily, you pull him close and press your lips to his. “Do you want to break in this bed now or go home?”

Dieter smirks against your lips, "come on baby. Let's do it. Break in the bed then we will get Chinese food." It sounds like a fantasy he's jerked off to thinking about you. He is already hardening in his pants and he groans when you reach down to squeeze his bulge. "How do you want me?" He asks, "cowboy? doggy? waterfall? little dipper? the socket?" He lists off positions with raised eyebrows.

You squeeze his cock again and then slide your hand under the waist band to wrap around his shaft. Dieter moans and he twitches in your hand. “How do you want me?” You ask. “You know it’s the Big Dipper with this cock.” You tease, knowing how much he loves being praised for how big he feels inside you. “Do you want to fuck me? Or have me do the work?”

Dieter loves to be a pillow prince but right now, he wants to fuck you. "Strip off and lay on your side." He demands, his voice lowering as his cock twitches at the thought of sliding inside of you. You're so hot and wet, like fucking velvet, and you make his toes curl.

You have no problem stripping for him, he’s seen you naked more times than you can count. Pulling your bra down your arms, you toss it to the floor after pulling your shirt off and quickly strip down the leggings and ruined panties. “Are you going to fuck me wearing clothes or are you stripping too?”

Dieter wants to be naked too. He loves being naked. He would spend all weekend naked if he could. He shuffles off the bed and scrambles to pull his shirt over his head, shoving his sweats down to expose his hard cock. You lay down and he shifts to lay behind you, reaching down to grip his cock. He pumps himself a few times, "lift your leg, baby. I want to slide inside that wet pussy."

Lifting your leg gives him the access he wants and you reach back for his hip. Wanting to touch him as he rocks his hips forward. “It’s so wet.” You promise. “I need you inside me, Dieter.”

He shuffles closer, notching himself at your entrance as he pushes into you. "Fuckkk." He groans as your walls envelop him and he pushes deeper until he's nudging your cervix. "Fuck. So fucking wet." He lets go of his cock and grabs your leg, gripping it to keep it elevated.

“Shit.” Your body lights up when he pushes inside you. Taking him up on his offer of sex about four months after you started working for him had been the best decision you ever made. You squeeze your tits and moan, clenching down around him. “Feels so fucking big, baby. You fill me up perfectly.”

Your praise makes him twitch inside you. He loves it when you praise him, it makes his heart flutter and his stomach clench. "Fuck, you're so tight. Tightest little pussy I've ever fucked." He confesses and he has lost count of how many sexual partners he has had. He hadn't ventured out of your bedroom since a few weeks after you started sleeping together. He has become addicted to your body and he can't keep away from your bed. His fingers squeeze your flesh as he starts to rock into you.

You lean your head back against his shoulder and moan. “Easy to say when-“ you gasp when he pushes deep. “Your fat cock makes anything tight.” Your hand reaches back to caress his face, knowing how much Dieter loves to be stroked and caressed while fucking. “God baby, you just ruin me.” You honestly don’t know how you will get over losing the sexual part of your relationship when Dieter gets bored, but you know it will come eventually. Hell, you’re surprised it hasn’t already happened if you’re honest with yourself. But regular sex is something Dieter craves and you have never turned him down, your own sex drive is pretty high.

Dieter loves the praise, fuck, he loves hearing the way he makes you feel spill from your lips. His thrusts become harder and he hisses when you clench around him. “Fuck.” He groans and turns his head to kiss your palm, his other arm is trapped beneath you but he doesn’t care.

You feel that need in the frantic push of his hips. He’s craving the closeness he feels from sex and you push your ass back, encouraging him. “Yes baby, need this. Needed you to fuck me.” You pant. “Always need it.”

He grips your leg, shifting it more towards your stomach and he groans at the new angle. You’re so much tighter like this. “Fuck baby. You - you’re the best. The fucking best.” He murmurs, kissing along your shoulder.

The weight of him on top of you presses you into the bed, making it harder to push back against him, but you just squeeze him tight every time he thrusts back into you. “Deeeee.” You whine, loving the angle of his cock battering against your cervix. He feels like he’s in your guts when he pushes his hope forward. “Fuck baby, that cock is soooooo good.”

Dieter shifts his hips again, trying to find that spot inside you that makes you scream his name. He wants the entire fucking studio to know who is fucking you like this. He groans when you squeal on his best thrust and he focuses on that spot, wanting you to cum for him.

He’s demanding today. Your moans and squeals come easily, fingers gripping the covering on the bed. You’ll have to make it again later, but you don’t care. He feels amazing pounding into you against that spot. “Dee- Dieter- I’m- I’m gonna-“ you pant, trying to talk while he’s fucking you but it’s nearly impossible. “Oh shit!” You scream, clamping down around his cock when you feel the pressure suddenly reach its peak.

The way you gush around him has him panting as he tries to work himself into your cunt as you grip him like a vice. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He hisses, pushing deep. He’s never been great at stamina without drugs so sober, he’s thrusting into you a half dozen more times until he’s painting your walls with his cum.

You groan softly, feeling the hot pulse of his cum filling you. You have an IUD, and Dieter has regular STI testing for insurance reasons and you love that he feels comfortable enough to not use protection with you. “That’s it baby, that’s it.” You reach back and hold his head, wanting to touch him as he rides out his orgasm and collapses on top of you with a breathless huff.

“Fuck. I really don’t pay you enough.” He chuckles breathlessly. “Best fucking pussy in L.A.” He compliments while he’s drunk on his orgasm and he kisses your shoulder, enjoying the feel of your hot cunt wrapped around his softening cock.

You snort at his comment and relax against the pillow. It could be ten minutes or an hour before Dieter moves but you always love the way he collapses into you bonelessly. “If I charged you for my pussy, you wouldn’t be able to afford it.”

Dieter snorts, “probably not.” He doesn’t deny that. Sure, he’s had sex workers in his bed before but you are his assistant and there’s an emotional connection he hasn’t found before. He’s addicted to it and he can’t let you go. He is excited to start this new project with you by his side.

****

“Dieter has an interview at twelve that day, so that shouldn’t be a problem.” You tap a pencil against your notepad as you pour over his schedule. “As long as he doesn’t go over we can make it to the studio by four and then have him ready.” His manager is on the other side of the zoom call, video feed in the corner of your computer, wanting to squeeze in a late night talk show to talk about the movie being released next month, while also teasing about this movie. “Will that work for them?”

“Yeah. We can make that work.” His manager and his PR team agree and you add it to his schedule. “We can also get him on that podcast in the next week, if he has a gap. It’s about sexual exploration and of course people know he is quite active. I think it will develop some big hit content. As long as he doesn’t talk about drugs.” His manager sighs.

“He’s been doing a lot better.” You remind them. “Working out for this film is doing wonders for him, even if he complains. He’s just smoking a little weed on the off days.” You look over his schedule again. “On Thursday he is supposed to have a half day of shooting, if we can reschedule his meeting with the accountant, he could do the podcast then?”

His manager hums and looks over the PR team who nods, confirming it with the podcast booker. “That will work. So that’s his schedule for the next month. Thanks for all your hard work. I know he’s not the easiest to handle.” His manager snorts just as Dieter opens the door to his trailer. He’s still in costume, covered in fake blood and dirt and he’s exhausted. He slumps onto the sofa with a groan.

“Okay, I’ll get back with you all later.” You promise, closing out the Zoom call and turning to look over at Dieter. It’s the first time you’ve properly seen him in costume and your mouth drops open. “Holy shit.” You hiss, clenching your thighs together as you take in the raw, rough and frankly sexy view of Dieter as a Roman general.

Dieter doesn’t notice your interest in his costume, rubbing his forehead as he is hot from the fighting. He’s exhausted. It’s been days of trying to get the scene just right. Including more takes than he’s ever known to cover the reaction of the crowd, of the emperor, of his lover in the stands. “It’s been a long fucking day.” He whines, opening one eye to look at you.

“Yeah?” Your voice is a little raspy, making you clear your throat as you sit up straighter and bite your lip. “It’s been a long day, baby?” You ask, wishing for a moment that Dieter was a method actor that stayed in character. Wanting to hear that voice he had developed for Marcus Acacius while he’s wearing that costume. “You need me to take care of you?”

He opens both eyes and smirks, seeing the way your eyes drop down to his costume. “Does this do it for you?” He asks slyly, standing up from the sofa and he brushes his costume down. His voice deepens as he asks you, “you want me to fuck you wearing this?” Instantly interested in this visceral reaction from you. 

You shiver slightly, his voice changing to the authoritative tone he had practiced with you. His eyes are hardening as he looks at you. “Yes.” You admit immediately. “We can- I can ride you.” You offer, cunt dripping at the thought.

His cock hardens in his briefs under the tunic and he stiffens his spine, wanting to enjoy this role play with you. “Stand up and strip. I want to see you.” He demands, “I want to see what the emperor has gifted me for winning my battle.”

Shit. A whimper escapes you, biting your lip even harder when he slips into role play as he watches you expectantly. You reach for your shirt and drag it over your head to drop to the floor. Wishing you had worn a dress today. “Too bad they aren’t using me as an extra.” You moan. “Pulling off a Roman dress would be sexy.”

“Fuck. I could ask wardrobe for an extra.” He says as his eyes take in your tits and he breaks character for a moment. When you’re naked in front of him, he straightens his back again. “Kneel before your general and tell him your sins.” He demands, “tell him what your weeping pussy yearns for that angers the gods.” His voice is deep and authoritative.

You have no idea if that is anything remotely like a Roman general would say, but you are quick to drop down to your knees in front of him. You bow your head, feigning embarrassment, and there might be a little of the genuine emotion mixed in. Your reaction to his costume is so physical. “You, general.” You moan quietly. “I wish for the general to take his frustrations out on my body. To use my cunt.”

Dieter knows he should be more like a general but he wants to tease you since you’re turned on by this display. By his character. “You’re nothing but a servant. You are nothing to men like me. Someone to fetch my wine and let me fuck your cunt. You want to please your general?” He asks as he reaches down to pull his hard cock from his briefs. He pumps himself and shifts closer to you, “you’re going to suck my cock.” He demands, “and pray the gods forgive you for your lust.”

It’s demeaning and sexy because most of the time Dieter is a whiny, submissive mess who does what you say, but right now he’s in charge. Except he’s not Dieter Bravo, not completely. He’s his character, Marcus Acacius. You open your mouth immediately, your cunt clenching when he pushes the head of his cock onto your tongue and past your lips. Making you moan as you close your eyes. He’s a little salty from sweat but that only adds to the little scene he’s acting out.

He groans as you take him into your mouth but it’s not enough. He reaches down to grab the back of your neck. “You’re not taking my cock like a hungry, needy, little whore. Show me how much you fucking want it.” He demands, rocking his hips to push deeper into your mouth.

You gasp and sputter around his cock, loving the almost ruthless way he is pushed down your throat. You swallow around him, making him groan and you feel your pussy start to drip onto the floor of the trailer. The scene is obscene and you love it, eyes watering as you look up at his ‘dirty and bloody’ face.

His brow is furrowed as he watches you, makeup on his face making him look fierce and he hisses when you swallow around him. “Fuck. Look at you. I bet your cunt is dripping onto the floor, isn’t it? Knowing you are sucking the cock of a general. Someone you’d never be able to be near unless you’re pouring my wine or taking my cock.” He chuckles breathlessly, slapping your cheek.

Your body shivers in goosebumps and you whimper around him. Your nipples are hard and aching and you want to reach between your thighs to rub your clit, but you want to prolong the pleasure. Saliva is dripping down your chin and you bob your head eagerly as you moan around him again. So turned on that you feel like you might cum right now.

Dieter twitches in your mouth, loving the roleplay. It's not really been something that he has explored due to his occupation. "Fuck. Your mouth is the Elysian Fields. Shit. Taking it so well." He compliments you, bending over you to squeeze your breast.

You hollow your cheeks, pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock. Moaning around his length again as your saliva slick jaw works to take him deeper. Wanting to see how long he can last in your mouth before he is pulling out to fuck you.

"Fuck. I - I don't want to-" He loses his character for a moment as he pulls out of your mouth, "I want to fuck you. Get on the bed and show me how much this little slut wants a general to fuck her." He demands, his cock slick with saliva and he wants to cum inside you.

You love the tone and honestly, it’s a little bit of a turn on to hear him call you a slut like that. Dieter doesn’t usually ever use derogatory names unless he’s talking about himself, but this is sexy. You want him to fuck you from behind, but you want to see the costume. Climbing on the bed and spreading your legs wide while you are on your back, you wait for him to react.

Dieter bites his lip, watching your chest heave and he chuckles at how eager you are for him to fuck you like this. “Look at you. Fucking dripping onto the sheets. Hungry for this General’s cock.” He mocks you as he stands at the end of the bed. He grabs your thighs, dragging you down to the edge of the bed. “You’re going to take whatever I give you.” He orders and grips his cock, positioning himself at your entrance before he pushes inside you in one thrust.

Your cry is loud and you don’t care who hears you. It’s not unusual for cast and crew to hear the sounds of sex coming from Dieter’s hotel room or trailer so no one ever expects any less from him. The snap of his hips is more aggressive and your cunt clenches down around him in pleasure as your fingers twist in the sheets. “Fuck- fuck yes!”

He can see how desperate you are for him to fuck you and he loves it. He focuses on being his character, imagining how roughly he’d fuck someone with adrenaline from the battle racing through him. “Fuck you’re so tight. Such a good little whore for me.” He praises as he grabs your legs and straightens them against his body so he can feel even bigger inside you.

Your eyes roll back because of the angle. His cock pushing deeper and kissing your womb. It pinches slightly but the pleasure overwhelms any pain. “G-gods!” You manage, finding it hard to think about anything but how fucking fierce he looks over you. His brows are pinched together and it makes him look furious, adding to the effect of the costume.

His body is still covered in fake dirt and blood, sweat beading on his forehead, and he looks down as your tits jiggle with each move and your mouth is open in pleasure. If you were a Roman god, you’d be Venus. “Taking my cock. Taking your general’s cock like a good slut. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you? Bet you sat there wet and waiting for me to come back from battle. Fuck you hard and make you cum after my frustration in battle.” He grunts, squeezing your legs as he rocks impossibly harder.

You moan and nod. “Yes, General.” You pant out, reaching up and squeezing your left tit as he fucks you. “Waiting for you to come back. Thinking of you.” Your pussy is gushing and Dieter is playing up the part beautifully. You had never thought of role play with him before but it’s perfect.

Your gushing cunt has his cock sliding in and out of you with ease and his skin slaps against your thighs. “Fuck. So good. Feel so fucking good.” He groans and squeezes your calves. He hisses and slaps your flesh, “you gonna be a good girl for your general? You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes. Fuck yes.” You gasp out, knowing that will be easy to do. “Dee- general.” You moan, correcting yourself when he squeezes your thigh and grunts in disapproval when you almost say his name. He obviously likes playing the general right now and you will oblige him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He wants to see it, hear it, feel it. He groans your name and slaps your thigh, wanting you to fall apart around him. You pant, getting closer and your walls flutter around his cock. “That’s it. That’s it.” He grunts, sliding his hand lower to rub your clit. “Cum for me.” He demands, wanting to hear it, “cum for your general.”

He clenches his jaw and his nostrils flare. It's so goddamn sexy and powerful that the sight of it makes you cum. Your cry is strangled, caught in your throat while your body bucks and heaves under him. Soaking his cock and you vaguely hope you don't ruin his costume as you fall apart.

You clamp down on his cock and your cry has to be heard on the entire lot as you soak his cock. "Fuck, you are - shit. Good girl. Such a good little whore for me. Gonna fill you up now. Don't care if you get knocked up. Will make sure you are looked after by the Emperor." He promises, still in character. "Fuck, I'm gonna - gonna cum." He pants, clenching his eyes as he pushes into you, thrusting a half dozen more times before he can't hold off. He pushes deep as he starts to cum, a whine escaping his lips as he breaks character.

You moan softly, watching his face relax and he literally changes from the character he was portraying to the actor that you work for and sleep with. His shoulder slump and his eyes shift back to a more soulful gaze, glazed over with pleasure as he rocks his hips forward to push every drop of cum into your pulsing walls. “Fuck, Dee.” You can’t help but giggle, your entire body tingling from the pure adrenaline of your orgasm. “That was- is your sex scene going to be like that?”

Dieter inhales deeply, his spine tingling from the orgasm, and he snorts, shaking his head as he looks down at you. "No. No. Fuck." He shakes his head, trying to get control of himself after some great fucking sex. "It's gonna be boring. She rides me, her naked, me in armor." He tells you and you nod, "not like this." He caresses your legs, "not like this."

You hum, smirking slightly and you reach down to caress the armored chest of his costume. “Well then, why don’t I ride you in your costume before you film, so you can imagine I’m the one on top of you?” You suggest, not even remotely upset by the idea of fucking him again like this. Your pussy clenches down around his softening cock. “Anything I can do to help you.”

Dieter smirks, "Jesus, you'll have me hardening in the damn sock thinking about you but fuck...I can bring the costume back to the trailer another day." He decides and reaches for your hand to kiss your palm. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" He asks softly, knowing you deserve to know how he feels.

Dieter says he loves you all the time, most often after you do something for him he had expected you to refuse. It’s glib and flippant, not real so you don’t ever tell him how it hurts you when he does because you know he doesn’t love love you. “I could stand to hear it more.” You admit, heart twisting and you cup his cheek when he puts your hand against it. “Because I love you too.”

Your adoring gaze makes his heart flutter and he’s reminded once again how he cannot live without you. You’re his rock and you keep him on track, not letting him spiral when things go wrong. He sighs, “not like I want you to” and lets go of your hand to pull out of you. He can’t say how he really feels and he dejectedly tucks his cock away.

The ever shifting moods of Dieter reminds you that he isn’t yours and you decide to just giggle to cover the flare of hurt. “Of course not.” You hum. “That wouldn’t fit your reputation.” You sit up and reach for a towel. “Do you want a snack?” You ask, moving back into caretaker mode.

Dieter watches you shuffle off the bed, reaching for your panties and he sighs, “you don’t get it. I don’t mean- whatever. It’s whatever.” He huffs and decides to head back onto set and find himself something to drink.

You frown when he leaves the trailer before you can put yourself back together. Wondering why he seems so shiftless right now, if he’s feeling guilty about something. You know that he’s not great at expressing himself and sometimes acts out like a child would. He doesn’t like being emotionally vulnerable. You decide to go to the set and see if you can help him.

Dieter is nursing a black coffee when you arrive on set and he is sitting, waiting for the other actors to come back from their break. You walk over to him and he stares at the cup in his hand. “Sorry for - for that.” He manages to get out like it’s painful to say.

“Don’t worry about it.” The last thing you need is for Dieter to think you are mad at him. He needs to concentrate on the scenes being filmed today and hopefully by the time he’s done, whatever is upsetting him will have passed. “Do you need anything? Are you hungry? You didn’t eat much this morning.” His blood sugar might be low. “I brought you a Kit Kat.” You pull the candy bar out of your bag and offer it to him.

He looks up at you in surprise and takes the chocolate, undoing the wrapper after you take his coffee and he groans as he chews it, not realizing how hungry he was. You stand there in silence and Dieter hands you the wrapper after the AD calls for everyone to return to set. He inhales deeply, mentally shifting into his character.

You sit in the chair he vacated, that is still warm from him sitting there. Watching as he takes his mark and his co-stars also get into position. It’s always interesting to watch Dieter work, the truth in the saying that all artists are slightly mad being very true. You think he is amazing.

Dieter grunts as soon as the director calls action, working on remembering his blocking and the choreography. People think that acting is easy, that it doesn't take a lot, but Dieter's life has been acting and it's exhausting physically and mentally. He gets lost in his character as he works his way through the scene.

You have memorized the lines and the action sequences. Seeing the hard work he has been putting in come to life as he goes through the scenes. Sometime they cut and reset, but you are so impressed and fucking turned on by his competence in this role, it makes you press your thighs together.

Dieter is sweating when he finishes his scene and he strides off set when the director calls cut, taking the bottle of water you have ready for him. He desperately wants a shower so he's relieved when the director calls it for the day and he hands you the water bottle. "Need a damn shower and some weed." He declares, walking off set and you follow him.

You know that he’s tired so you don’t try to talk to him. Just follow him back to the trailer and you pick up his costume as he strips it off, taking it back to wardrobe as he gets into the shower. His comfy sweats and crocs are set out and you have ordered dinner to be delivered to the house by the time you get there.

Dieter stands under the water, eyes closed as he tries to imagine his life when he’s older. He will be too old to be a movie star, too old to be considered another more than a washed up legend. His legacy will be his Oscar and nothing else. He hates the idea of not having anything else written in his eulogy. He hates the thought of being alone. He imagines if he gets the balls to say how he feels about you. Sure, he’s not conventional but he loves you. You don’t care about the fame or the money. You see him, you know him. He imagines being old, watching his kids grow up with you beside him. He wants that. He just needs to tell you for real and hope you don’t crush his crumbling heart in your hands.

Once you’ve returned the costume, you pick up the changes to the script and the blocking for tomorrow, going back to the trailer to pack up the bag you always carry for Dieter. He’s still in the shower, which is a little unusual but you just think that he’s sore. You’ll offer to give him a massage once he’s smoked a little and relaxed. It’s been a long day.

Dieter finally turns off the shower, stepping out and wrapping the towel around his waist. He washes the makeup from his face with the organic cleanser you get him and he comes out to find you waiting for him. “Shit.” He hisses, rubbing his eyes, “I just know I’m gonna lose you.” He admits, trying to ignore how fucking pretty you look waiting for him.

You frown, not sure what the hell he is talking about. “Are you okay?” You ask, stepping closer to him and wondering if he might have taken something without you knowing. He's been doing so good with not taking random pills, but this is Dieter. “You aren’t going to lose me unless you wander off.” You joke playfully, reaching out and touching his arm.

He flinches and shakes his head, “no. No. You’re gonna go and all because I can’t control- I can’t stop thinking - fuck!” He yells and you jump, making his frown deepen. “There’s - it’s just all in my head bouncing around all the damn time.” He admits, waving his hands around his wet curls, “you’re gonna leave because you don’t - it’s gonna ruin everything but I can’t stop myself.” He admits and you frown, shaking your head, “Dieter. What’s wro-?” You don’t get to finish before he blurts out, “I’m in love with you!”

Your mouth drops open slightly, shocked by his outburst. His eyes are filled with sorrow, grief. As if you’ve already rejected him. “Dee…” he shakes his head “I knew it.” He mumbles and you step closer. “Know what?” You ask, tilting your head. “That I’m in love with you too? That I’m scared that you’ll find someone else? That you’ll be bored?” You ask, voice shallow and fearful. “Because that’s all true.”

Dieter stares at you in shock, thinking for a second that he’s high or this is some dream. He swallows harshly and reaches for his towel, dragging it from his body. “Dieter.” You whisper in confusion and he reaches for your hand, bringing it to his chest. “I’m yours. All of me is yours and I stand in front of you now naked and totally exposed, physically and emotionally. I’ve been in love with you for - well, since you started working for me but I think I told myself that I couldn’t indulge in you, couldn’t ruin you, until that first night we slept together and I - no one else came close to you. I love you and I want you. You’re the only person I can ever see myself growing old with.” He admits, his heart pounding under your palm.

You bite your lip and your eyes fill with happy tears. “I always worried that you would move on. That I wasn’t enough.” You admit softly. “But I want you. Perfectly flawed you. I think you are amazing and I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, Dieter.”

Dieter offers you a soppy smile when he realizes you feel the same way. “You are - Jesus. Seriously?” He asks and you nod, offering him a soft smile as you reach up with your other hand to cup his cheek. “I love you.” He declares before he surges forward to press his lips to yours.

You can’t help but giggle against his lips, throwing your arms around him and dragging him closer. He loves you. He’s whiny, sometimes annoying and always needy, but he loves you. You pour yourself into the kiss, your heart pounding in your chest.

His fingers dig into your waist as he pulls you against him, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he lets it sink in that you love him. “Wanna- wanna grow old with you. Well, older.” He says when you pull back and he points at himself, his wrinkles that he’s insecure about.

Leaning in, you press your lips to the wrinkles and smile at him when you pull back. “Only if you’re willing to steal your costume after you finish shooting.” You joke, kissing him again.

Dieter chuckles, “now that I can agree to.” He promises, caressing your back. “Definitely going to steal that one to take home.” He promises, “for now though…let’s go home and have dinner before I spend all night making love to my girlfriend.” He nudges his nose against yours.

“I ordered dinner to be delivered,” you tell him as you pull back and smile at him. “We’ll smoke a little and then I’ll ride you before rubbing your back.” You tell him the plan as you turn around to reach for his clothes. “How does that sound, baby?”

“Fuck, you really are my soulmate.” He murmurs, looking at you in awe. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.” He orders, slapping your ass. “Uh, you might want to get dressed.” You say and he chuckles, nodding as he grabs the sweats you laid out for him. “Don’t want anyone else seeing the goods. Yours and only yours.” He winks at you as he pulls his pants up and grabs his shirt, pulling it over his head while he slides into his crocs. “Sports mode.” He jokes as he pulls the straps up over his ankle.

You roll your eyes, laughing at the complete dork that you love. He’s quirky in about a million ways and sometimes drives you crazy with his antics, but you don’t want him any other way. Especially if he’s going to roleplay a Roman general with you for the rest of your life. “Let’s go home, babe.” You tell him, grabbing the bag. “We’ll practice your sex scene until we get it right.”

“Fuck yes.” He cheers as you walk out of his trailer and he takes your hand, not caring about anything other than showing you how he feels about you. “Food, weed, then some crazy lovemaking.” He decides and squeezes your hand, “you know…I have a costume left over from Cliff Beasts we could try out.” He teases and you snort, “that’s just your robe. You used your own for the character.” Dieter smirks, “could be sexy if we roleplay it the right way.” He suggests, “these cliff beasts are so large-a.” He does his accent and you sigh, “I hate that that works on me.” Dieter grins, “gonna be a damn good life together, baby.” He declares and you giggle, “yeah it is, Bravo.”

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

Imprinted

(The Tea Lovers Pt. 2)

A Levi x reader fanfic (Flufftober 2024)

Crossposted from AO3

How you got to know his face better than your own. Or: Levi catches you with a drawing of him.

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 1.5k)

(Part one) / (Levi x reader Masterlist)

"Do you have the goods?", the woman in front of you asked conspiratorially in a low, hushed voice.

You glanced around the mess hall filled with soldiers eating and chattering away, making sure that the coast was clear.

"Of course. Have I ever disappointed you?"

You took out a piece of paper from a folder inside your bag and discreetly slipped it across the table towards your fellow scout.

"You’ve got the cash?", you asked, keeping a hand securely on the merchandise.

"Naturally", the woman said, taking out her purse and putting the agreed amount on the table.

You pulled your hand away from the drawing, revealing a detailed portrait of Levi Ackerman.

But before any of you could collect the sweet fruits of your deal, a hand snatched the picture off the table.

You twisted your head around to get a look at the person behind you, ready to tell them off if necessary, only to see the real Levi Ackerman glowering at you, alive and in the flesh.

"Surprise! Do you like it?", you tried salvaging the situation, putting on a cheerful smile.

"My office. Now."

It could have been worse, you thought to yourself as you got up and trudged after him.

He could have caught you with one of those seductive shirtless drawings you did for Petra. Or the romantic ones where he was holding the requester's favorite flowers, wearing a face you had never seen on him in real life.

(Though you were actually quite proud of those. It had taken you a lot of imaginative brainpower to come up with the sensual, sultry expressions he had in them. It had paid off, too. They had been a big hit.)

He closed the door of the office behind you.

"What is this?", he demanded, slapping the piece of paper on the desk.

"It’s a drawing. Of you."

"I know that", he huffed. "Why do you have it?"

"Because I drew it?", you asked cautiously, trying to see if that was what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t.

His eyes couldn’t roll further back into his skull even if he wanted them to. It was physically impossible.

You figured there was only one way out of this: The truth. You weren’t a good liar anyway.

"I draw you all the time", you said, which made his eyes snap to yours.

"Then I sell the drawings. I make good money off them, too", you continued, not noticing how his eyes briefly closed at that, or how when he opened them again, they were trained firmly on the surface of the table in front of him.

"A lot of people want to get their hands on a picture of humanity’s strongest. It makes them very happy. So I figured, why not give the people what they want? I’m simply filling a market niche, so to speak. I take requests, too. For specific poses, themes, stuff like that."

"Poses?", Levi repeated, perplexed.

"A lot of people like to see you on a horse in full gear, you know? Ready to take on the Titans. The Captain Levi the people know and love. That’s my top seller outside of the scouts, anyway."

Levi looked up at you with a scowl when he realized the full scope of your operations.

"And inside the scouts?”, he asked, frowning, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"Oh you know, this and that. Everyone wants different things. You’ve got people who simply want a portrait, others want action pieces with you in full fighting mode, slashing Titans, blood splattering everywhere…" You smiled gleefully.

"Some want pictures where you lose a fight against them. You laying on the floor, their feet on your chest type of stuff. That’s mostly from guys. Always the ones who would never stand a chance against you in real life." You chuckled.

"And then we have the romantic ones, of course. They are very popular. But I must say I quite like the variety, it never gets boring. One time someone even requested you in your cleaning get-up, with that white—"

"...What exactly do you mean with romantic??", he interrupted you, a dangerous edge to his voice.

Maybe you should have left out that part. But there was no turning back now.

"Oh, I mean like you holding a rose and smiling, stuff like that."

You tried to re-enact the pose, but you didn’t do a very good job at it, only causing the scowl on his face to deepen further.

"Actually, it would be easier to just show you what I mean", you admitted at last, letting the arm holding out imaginary flowers fall down to your side a bit sheepishly.

You grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper off his desk, some kind of document that already had writing on it and was probably very important, and flipped it to its back. Then you began to sketch furiously, sticking out your tongue in concentration.

"Oh right, you being here actually makes this a lot faster", you said, glancing up at him from your work.

"It’s much easier to draw you this way. Usually I have to close my eyes and conjure up this really detailed mental image of you."

Levi stared at you, speechless.

"You drew this by heart?", he asked finally, his eyes shifting to the portrait in front of him that he had confiscated earlier. It looked just like him.

"Well, obviously. Do you know how many hours I had to secretly stare at you to get an accurate mental image?", you retorted, not looking up from the drawing, completely unaware of what your words were doing to him.

He didn’t say anything, words eluding him once again. There was nothing he could do but to stare at you in silence. You had made him that way.

As always, you continued rambling on, completely unfazed by his lack of response.

"There was a day were I drew like, three of these. And when I tried to sleep that night, I couldn’t, because every time I closed my eyes, you were there. It’s like you were imprinted onto the inside of my eyelids." You shook your head at the memory.

"That was a scary experience. I thought my brain was broken", you concluded with a smile, and there was something that flashed across his eyes then, but it was gone before you could see it, replaced by his usual cool expression.

"Aaand done", you said finally, pushing the paper over to him. "This is just a rough sketch, obviously, but you get the idea."

When his eyes fell upon the drawing, the little composure he had still left inside him slipped away.

"What the actual fuck? What is this?", he snapped.

"It’s you. Obviously."

The Levi in your picture was smiling back at him alluringly, the first three buttons of his shirt undone, holding out a single rose.

"No it isn’t", the real Levi said, scowling right back at himself, then at you, eyes narrowed in a steely glare that never worked on you but would’ve scared anyone else shitless.

"Never draw shit like this ever again."

"But the romantic ones sell the best", you whined.

"Who the hell even wants to buy shit like that?"

Over half the stuff you did went to Petra, but he didn’t need to know that.

"A true professional never tells", you said.

He shook his head.

"Don’t draw me like that ever again. And more importantly, don’t sell any pictures of me. That’s an order."

"Come on don’t be like that! Not even for the people of this town? They adore you, you know?", you pouted, trying out your trademark puppy dog eyes on him. He didn't even bat an eye.

"No exceptions", he said sternly.

"And what about the kids who idolize you? It would make their day."

"You make money off kids?", he asked you.

"No…But they make for good free publicity", you admitted.

"How much would you even charge for something like this?", he asked, his eyes still on you, and pointed at the lurid drawing, refusing to look at it again.

"That one’s just a sketch so like 15 bucks?", you pondered. "But for that portrait you seized? At least 40 bucks. I spent hours on that."

Levi scoffed. "You’re ripping them off."

"I do not force anyone to buy it", you protested.

"Tch. Whatever. You are dismissed. And don’t think I haven’t noticed that you have been stealing paper from my office."

"I didn’t even steal that much from yours", you grumbled as you got up. "I took much more from Erwin’s."

You shook your head at the devastating turn of events.

"I hope you know that you’re ruining me", you muttered under your breath.

At least you could still sell drawings of the Titans you had encountered on the expeditions to Hange. They even used official funds to buy them, saying that it was for science, but you saw the way their eyes sparkled when they looked at them.

"One last thing", Levi said when you were already halfway out the door. "What do you even need all that money for?"

You thought about the crazy expensive teaset you were planning on getting him for his birthday.

"Oh you know. Tea stuff", you said off-handedly, turning away quickly before he could see the wide grin spreading over your face.

The door fell shut behind you with a thud.

"Of course this was about tea", Levi grumbled. "It always is with her."

Soo this was the second part of The Tea Lovers series, I hope you liked it! There is gonna be more to follow, so keep an eye out if you're interested :)

Click here for Part 3

Tag list: @thechaoticarchivist, @mmm-alhaitham, @nironasaran

[disorganizedkitten]

I find most of my fics via tag surfing or recommendations. If I'm tag surfing, then it's 50/50 if I already have my filters going or not, so I skim the existing tags, read the summary, do a vibe check on the title, and then if it looks good I open it!

If I don't like it, I close it. If I do like it but it's not the vibe, it gets marked for later and I'll find it again in a year.

And if it's first or second person perspective and I make it to the end... that's how you know they went above and beyond.

I don't really look at kudos/views/bookmarks because unless I personally know someone and their tastes, how do numbers tell me I, specifically, would like it? There's plenty of popular fics that aren't my cup of orange juice and I have a deep, beloved hoard of niche fics that are my ice cream, and I read at 3am when I'm too sad to sleep. Or just when I miss them.

Tags are more useful, imo, as is going through collections, recommendation lists, and other people's bookmarks. I've found some really good fics in the ao3 bookmarks of authors I follow. And collections aren't perfect (some authors get into collections and then th owner screws them over and it stinks) but I've devoured many a fic from finishing one I liked and checking out the collections it's in. Usually I get either similar premise fics, similar genre, or similar quality.

Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

[takes1]

kageyama flirting with tall!ace!reader [final part]

lots of volleyball-action in this one. was kind of a palette cleanser for me, i know it's pretty niche but oh well :P

warnings. nsfw-ish at the end, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / tall!reader / pining!kageyama / kageyama is horrible with girls / fluffy + a little angsty / kageyama is intimidating / a pick-up game / very passionate kissing / PDA / making out / ws!reader / kageyama setting for you / oikawa's sister!reader / nervous!kageyama / nishinoya loves you / hinata loves you / 3.8k words

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests? part one here.

"We're seriously playing against a girl?" Tsukishima yawned.

He was carelessly glancing around, hands deep in his pockets, as you entered the Karasuno gym with your clingy chauffeur.

Kageyama's nose wrinkled at his assertion. The foul expression on his face as he rolled up his sleeves was about to give way to some even nastier words.

His complaining was completely baseless on the surface. It was a voluntary pick-up game, not a formal practice.

The scheming, calculated look to Kageyama was a more appropriate reasoning for his shitty remarks, not the notion that he had anything against girls, or you.

"With," Daichi corrected with a grin, patting Tsukishima's shoulder with a firmness that expressed more of a, 'Shut the fuck up and be respectful, you brat,' kind of strength.

Kageyama couldn't quite catch Hinata from sprinting away to greet you, once he caught sight of you across the gymnasium floor. The thought to run after him was quickly stifled when you smiled at his presence. It drained all of the courage out of him. He shuddered.

The shorter of the two was convinced you were already best friends, mind a little clouded by something close to infatuation and the notion that you were the coolest player he had ever watched before.

"You okay?" Suga peeked up at him.

He was carefully monitoring Kageyama after he noticed how quiet he was being in the changing room, "You look a little pale."

Thankfully, your brother was only there to drop you off. Toru warned you to be safe -emphasis on safe- and left with a disgusted squint (directed towards the team, inside), unable to stay for the whole game.

You and Hinata were on your way to formally greet them. Kageyama's gaze narrowed at him, already your favorite- he said something, big and animated, to make you laugh.

He crossed his arms, sinking further into their bubble of players, but it did nothing to muffle his nervous shiver. Daichi shouldered him back forward with a smirk. Something like Captain's Intuition told him that their fearless setter wouldn't be so shy for 'no reason.'

Tsukishima snickered, "I think he's nervous."

Hinata took the liberty of introducing you.

"Nice to meet all of you," You greeted Daichi in particular, sparing smaller looks to everyone. "Hello," You said quieter with nod to Kageyama, because you had spoken to him before.

But the guy looked like he wanted to kill you, so you kept your interactions with him short, after that.

Everybody else was incredibly kind and accommodating; they were especially curious about the differences between men's and women's volleyball. The anxiety of your little pickup game became a distant memory thanks to how friendly the team was. They were ecstatic for the chance to play, the opportunity to meet a new person who (reportedly, for most of them) was a good asset, and to all be together.

It was easier to pretend as though you were not a good player until you could back it up. No need to get everybody's hopes up, if you were somehow off your game today.

After all, Hinata did enough bragging for you about what he had seen that weekend at the tournament, leaving the whole team captivated through warming up- how you broke through Date Tech's, "-Lady Iron Wall like WHAM-BUH-BAM-!!"

You laughed under your hand at his recreation.

"She broke some girl's fingers, too," Kageyama tacked on.

Daichi and Azumane shared a startled look. You didn't notice because you were too busy trying to decipher why Kageyama felt so inclined to vouch for you. He avoided your inquisitive stare.

"Got a penalty for the team," You muttered to yourself, "Wasn't worth it--."

Hinata was quick, "How could you say that?!"

"Was she okay?" Azumane asked at the same time.

Kageyama answered for you, "She was fine."

"Ohh, that's good."

Hinata reminded himself of your other skills, getting all caught up in his own excitement:

"You wouldn't have been able to finish out with your serve if that didn't happen!"

You were hardly warming up anything other than your maximum capacity for conversation at this point.

Though the others looked interested in what he meant, you refused to elaborate. You just wanted to play a game. A game free from expectation, for once.

The line-up had you, Kageyama, Daichi, Tsukishima, Azumane, and Ennoshita on the same team. You were playing Hinata, Suga, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kinoshita, and Yamaguchi.

It was a smooth game for the first five points, each- you didn't call a ball for a long time because you were just trying to get a feel of the team dynamics, keep up with their timing. They had their unique pace, thanks to all the time they spent practicing together.

You were intimidated, too- just a bit. It didn't help that Kageyama wasn't nearly as friendly as your own setter.

It felt like you were playing in a cage for a while, wishing your setter was different, trying to make yourself smaller. Suga seemed much nicer on the other side of the net.

That didn't last for long. Making your presence less than wasn't a strong suit, and despite all the roadblocks, you could never not have a great time playing a game of volleyball.

You were laughing at Hinata's excited celebration at finally getting past Tsukishima's block.

"How'd ya like that, Gumby?!"

Tanaka's laughter was decisively loud- pissing Tsukishima off so bad you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Chill out, Hinata!" Suga's soft warning stalled his dancing.

You held your shoulder and swung your arm, trying to get the socket warmer for your turn to serve. You got to your spot and started your little routine. There was no timer, no whistle, but you didn't need it.

"Alriiight!" Somebody called.

Toss, step, step- jump-- WHAM!

It was a point for the team, a very excited, animated team, but it didn't satisfy you. The next one you didn't want to waste on something so easy.

You pointed with conviction, right to Nishinoya. He had been saving impossible balls all-game.

"You better get this up!"

A symphony of giggly 'Ooh's. He geared up to your provocation with a determined shout, the only one who looked genuinely excited about it.

He got it in play after one more successful serve.

Ball in the air, you ran onto court, a little more confident, a little more ready for the challenge. You took your spot with easy pride.

The players around you trusted you more after that- you felt the calmness in the air even as Daichi dug a difficult ball. It got to Kageyama at an awkward angle, but now was better than never.

"I'm open!" You called.

There was no hesitation in his pass. It was a safe set, high and close to the net. You leaped after it.

The ball appeared against your hand so quick, hitting your palm but leaving you with an uncertainty akin to the like of some smoke and mirrors trick. It stole all of the power in your spike. Less than a second's decision left you barely tipping the ball just over Tanaka's hand, as you were already coming down from the height of your jump.

The successful point was secondary. You stared at your palm, where you felt it, standing next to the net.

When you looked at the floor in front of you, through to the other side, you were staring down at Nishinoya. The team behind you was cheering.

"Nice feint!"

You grinned at their enthusiasm, appreciative but not focused on it, as you locked eyes with Kageyama.

He was looking back at you as if you were about to tear into him; guarded and braced up, that little frown he always wore super prominent now. You huffed out a laugh at his endearing, grumpy exterior and closed the distance, watching him grow infinitely more bristly as you put a friendly arm around his back.

"Dude-," Your amusement grew, "The fuck you been holding out on me for?"

His gaze bounced around the authenticity in your eyes, a horrible blush across his neck when you patted his shoulders and took your spot back. The next to serve was up.

He was well aware that he was a great setter, but hearing it from you in such a real, genuine way left him shaking the nerves out. The possibility that, if he somehow kept impressing you with his sets, you might be partial to a date with him, started to take precedence in his mind.

"One more!" You called with your hands clasped behind your head, the little glance you gave him everything.

They got it up, but failed to get the point. It was back to a free ball on your side. Excitement bubbled up inside you as Daichi dug it again, gentle and calculated, right for Kageyama to set.

He had a solid lineup of offense to choose from; you, Asahi, Tsukishima were open for a spike, running towards the net--

Then he called your name. It was there, just for you, something you knew now that you could rely on.

"I got it!" You shouted into what you knew was a good jump, louder because you were faithful he could get it not just where you needed, but where you wanted.

An 'I'll make this one count' kind of inflection in your voice.

It was out of his hands, the contact of the ball from your palm immediately proceeded by the slam of where you sent it- it wasn't the floor- it was against Nishinoya's forearms.

That's where you sent his perfect set?

His head spun to you, in disbelief that your understanding of the game was poor enough to send it to a notoriously good libero.

"Ooh! Nice one, Nishinoya!" You giggled, eyes up towards the ceiling.

His big scowl at the opposing team faltered when he caught your face. Your eyes were glittering, your pretty smile collected and natural on you, despite your ball not 'getting through.'

You were so excited to watch your ball get received, fly back up for a chance to have it count against you. Other than Hinata, he wasn't sure if he knew anyone else so excited to just play the game.

That's right- it was a game. Your smile didn't fade as you postured up for a block right next to him. Just a game.

Hinata sprung up like a ball himself-

"One, two--," Kageyama counted and you followed blindly.

A total shutdown- Hinata wasn't expecting you to jump as high as Kageyama.

When he hit towards your half of the block, and you stretched that curve down, the ball caught between the little freak and the net.

You landed, bumped into Kageyama, laughing, at how fun this whole game was. The block was a more rewarding end to the rally than just nailing one on the floor.

"Hell ye- ha-haha!" Your arm was back around his shoulders, holding onto him to catch your balance; you pointed down to Hinata, "Try harder, shorty!"

Kageyama squeezed you back, almost necessary- but not really. He tore his eyes off of you to find himself giggling at Hinata's expression.

The rest of the game was one of the most enjoyable he had in a long time, even though your team lost. It was arguably your fault, since you kept throwing your impressive spikes and serves down the toilet by sending them all to Nishinoya. You just wanted to watch him dig them all.

And the poor guy looked rough by the end of it. He didn't waste a minute to approach you when everyone agreed to call it after the formal 2-1.

"Can I-," He took a second to gulp down half of his water bottle, hand on his hip.

Even the way he stood normally was wide, like he was ready to bump a ball anytime.

"Can I give you a hug?"

Of course, you didn't know him, but you didn't see anything wrong with it, so you chuckled and held an arm out for a little side hug. It was more than you bargained for.

His reaction was so quick that it felt like you got punched in the boob, "Oh!"

Both of his arms locked around you, the front of his face stuffed in your chest, the strength of his embrace making it hard to breathe, as if it was some wrestling move.

Your hands were featherlight and hesitant on his shoulders, but he took it as an okay to clutch you harder. You gritted your teeth.

Daichi was quick to your rescue, spurring more members to look, apologizing profusely.

"Woah! Noya, stop that!"

You squeaked out, "He's crushing me," with a pained gasp.

Kageyama set his own bottle down on the floor, expression deadly as he joined Suga in prying him off. It took multiple sets of hands to wrench him away, but even then, it was because he decided to let go.

It looked like he was coming out of an out-of-body experience.

You rubbed your sore sides, unable to stay mad when they clarified he was just excitable like that. Physical touch was not discriminatory with him.

Neither was it with you, so your agitation let up almost as quick as his grip.

Though that intensity may have faded for you, Kageyama kept on a complete edge. His harsh glare knew no limits, even with a more senior member of his own team.

Nishinoya explained himself later-- he begged you to shave your head, join the team, and wanted you to come by the park to let him serve receive with you 'forever.' It confirmed that there was no malintent, at least.

You thanked Daichi for the enthusiasm and the chance to play with such skilled players- he quickly reassured you there was no need to thank him, that the team usually jumped at the chance for extra practice.

You took him up on the offer to use the girls' locker room to change. You were wiping your sweat off with a hand towel from your duffle bag, rifling through the clothes you changed out of.

The game ended earlier than you thought, so you'd have a while waiting for Toru to come you up. You headed down the stairs on the outside of the gym.

"Are you okay?"

Kageyama was lingering around for you. His eyes dropped to your waist, readied with any excuse to do it, while you adjusted your bag.

"Totally," You smiled.

Now he could see the resemblance. That smiley demeanor, most would take it for granted- but he had grown to resent it for so long in your brother, a subtle thing to notice and hate every time. You were starting to smooth his contempt with fondness.

Your fingers ghosted over your side- he followed, lost in the curve like a hopeless puppy, "Thanks for helping."

It reminded you.

"Shit, thanks for setting to me!"

His eyes flickered back to your face and you grew a little warm at the gesture. It felt like you were trying so hard to keep it friendly and open- he was so obvious that it was painful.

He muttered, real quiet, "Thanks for hitting all of them."

Your intention wasn't to ignore his crush, but you were surprised he hadn't asked you out yet.

The two of you put more distance between you and the gym, changed, dry for the most part. It was dusk. The campus was empty.

Kageyama stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Is... your brother picking you up?"

You nodded, "Mhm, he'll be at the front of the school in 30 minutes."

He decided his hands were too sweaty for that and took them back out, rubbing them against his clothes.

It was adorable. His hands were clammy.

"Caaan you walk me?" You leaned, craning your head in a curious way to look at him, since he kept avoiding your eyes, "I don't know this campus."

He didn't want to look too enthusiastic, so he came across a little too careless. A tiny nod, a small, tight frown.

It became a quiet walk, fast.

"You're a very talented player." You smiled to yourself, only sparing a glance to Kageyama's strained face.

If he wouldn't make a move on you on his own, you supposed you should try poking the bear a little until he stirred.

"You are, too."

It was quiet again, but he looked like he wanted to say something, so you let it die for a minute.

"You--," He started, getting red the moment he opened his mouth, "You can read the game so well. I feel like that's rare with wing spikers. At- at least on my team. I-," He sighed, losing his breath for a moment, "Have to deal with so many idiots, it was nice knowing you could follow through, even if I fucked it up."

You squirmed at his high praise. He kept going when he saw you liked it.

"You don't run away when things get hard, either. I like our Ace a lot, don't get me wrong. Azumane is a great person," He rubbed his neck, "But- he can get intimidated. It tires me out, sometimes. You were sending them to get received."

"When I watched you at the Tournament, I thought you were just smart," He was looking at you fully, now, "But now, I know that you're fearless."

A shiver ran down your spine at his legitimacy.

You stopped at what looked like the front of the main office building. There was nothing to do but face him- it was difficult, and awkward, but you did it.

"Thank you. That... means a lot, coming from you."

It took a lot of courage to smile at him. His gaze softened at how pretty it look on you, just a little, but soon grew distracted at a quiet, rumbly noise.

That was your brother's car in the distance. You hastily checked your watch.

"What's wrong?"

You rubbed your face. Everything was falling apart, "Ugh! He's here so early!"

The pressure of time did nothing but make his mind race faster. He couldn't get a single thought together when all he could think about was that you had less than a minute to make something count. Talking to you was much harder than playing a game with you.

"I had a lot of fun today," You tried to open it back up, give him a way to make some sort of suggestion to hang out again.

"Yeah. It was nice."

He trailed, closed off at the unwanted sound of Toru's expensive car rumbling around the corner.

You frowned at the missed opportunity.

Where was all the personality you saw before? Did you come off too strong? Was he actually not interested? Or worse-- was he interested and lost it after he watched you play? Did he only like you as a fellow athlete now?

It wouldn't be the first time you scared a guy off because of that.

There was no time left to save it, let alone ponder as to why. Toru pulled up right next to you, window down, prepared to heckle.

And heckle he did: "Get loossst, you disgusting swine!"

"Relax, dumbass," You scrunched your face up at his eye roll.

One last, much softer look to Kageyama. How many hours had you spent with him? Surely enough for him to come up with something. You would take the bare minimum at this point.

"I'll-," He glanced to Toru, freezing up, "See ya around."

See ya around?

Your fists tightened by your sides. You kept what you wanted to say to yourself- if he didn't want to say it, you couldn't force him.

"Yeah," You muttered, eyes at the concrete, "See ya."

It was a good game, anyway.

You tossed your bag in the backseat, hand on the door as you threw him one last look. There was a broody, messy anger all over him.

You slumped into the passenger seat and shut the door. Toru locked it right away.

"You got everything?"

Even he could see the disappointment on your face. You didn't respond. He figured he'd ask you about it later, when you were home, and put it in drive.

"Wait!"

He slammed on the brake. His face was nothing short of livid.

"I forgot something," You mumbled, quickly unbuckling-- manually unlocking your door-- scrambling out of the car-- slamming it shut-- quickly rounding the vehicle to close the distance and get right up in Kageyama's face.

You gripped him hard by the collar. All of it was so quick and violent that his hands flew to grip your forearm, shoes scraping loud against the concrete.

The thought to say something occurred to you, but nothing was effective enough. Your eyes searched him, and found what you were looking for deep past his seized up, mean and confused features.

Your lips crashed against his, stealing the kiss you were well-owed.

It only took a brief moment for him to realize this was not a fight, to relax against you, to start kissing you back with the same ardent mixture of relief and frustration that couldn't be verbalized.

"Mm-h," He groaned against your lips.

Your bodies were firm and pressed hard against each other. There was absolutely no space between you.

His hands were finding the sides of your face, the back of your neck, then down to your waist, flitting over your hips.

"What the fuck?!" Toru screamed. He could not believe the sight in his rear view mirror.

You moaned right back and pulled a hand around the back of his head, the other releasing his collar to grip his broad shoulders from behind.

The kiss was supposed to be short, but he dragged it out as a heartfelt thank you. He wasn't good with his words, but he made up for it in tongue.

The car door was slamming shut.

You pulled away, a string of spit connecting you for a second, breath hot and heavy.

Kageyama was gone. You barely caught his blown out pupils, the plea for more in his face, before his glossy lips were falling right against yours again in a desperate attempt to keep you here in this moment.

Footsteps stomping up behind you-- you shoved him off for his own safety.

Toru yanked you back by the wrist, then kept you at bay with a stiff arm.

"Don't you ever-- EVER! Touch her again!"

The high of such a raunchy, impulsive kiss left you laughing at Toru's panic.

"You should run," You chuckled.

He went after him the moment he shot off into the courtyard- Kageyama was wiping his mouth with his forearm as he made some impressive distance between them.

"Call me!" He waved to you.

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can’t sleep so i here is a list of some of my favorite ao3 tags. the not really niche but also not super common ones

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december fanfic recs!

the last collection of recs for 2024 are here! take a look at last year's monthly recs if you need more: november, october, september, august, july

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

All of My Pretty t. 6.1k. sakusa has a hidden affinity for make-up and feminine clothing but atsumu reacts negatively when he sees it dressed up. there's a happy ending however!! atsumu is a wholesome partner!!

MSBY Plays UNO m. 7.2k. exactly what the title is. sakuatsu don't break up because of uno, you don't have to worry about that.

The West of Your Spine t. 8.7k. sakusa discovers this atsumu has feelings for him when sakusa does not. augh. sakusa, you big idiot. lovely prose and imagery, as always from mcbeefy.

Roll On, Seventh Wheel t. 8.8k. atsumu realizes that everyone on msby has a crush on sakusa and he does what he does best: tell sakusa that he's better off with everyone else. so cute and endearing. <3

instabae m. 11.4k. komori needles sakusa into posting more on his insta and atsumu makes it his personal mission to take him around the city so to help him take photos. he catches feelings along the way. very cute and fluffy!

Such a Constellation Was He to Me e. 11.8k. sakusa has a bunch of tattoos and offers atsumu a closer look. THIS FIC!! brought me to my knees. it was so soft and tender, and the depiction of sakusa's tattoos was just...augh. my fic of the month.

know you better m. 14.3k. 6/6. atsumu and sakusa are ordered to get to know each other better after their disagreements interfere with their performance on the court. loved the gradual progression of enemies to friends to lovers and the balance of family and mental health issues shared between them.

YOUR BEST AMERICAN BOY t. 23.3k. an asian-american au featuring sakuatsu. as an asian-canadian, i was able to relate to this at a spiritual level. this was inspired by afflications for below-average asian-americans that's in atsumu's pov, which i also read a while back. it's a really niche but nuanced au, and i'm so happy that they exist.

more cock, fewer roaches. please. m. 30.8k. 2/2. sakusa learns that his neighbor down the street has bedbugs so he's getting his house fumigated and needs a place to stay. atsumu offers his guest bedroom and sakusa takes it, thus undergoing to mortifying realization that he likes atsumu. loved this!

standby m. 30.6k. 5/5. sakusa has a complicated relationship with food because of his neglectful parents. atsumu, the owner of onigiri miya, hopes to change that. a lovely slowburn with gut-wrenching descriptions.

sunaosa

on soundcloud, spotify, and first meetings with suna rintarou t. 3.1k. osamu sits behind suna in lecture and watches him make a new playlist on spotify every class, including the suggestive ones. very cute, i very much enjoyed it.

check the grin (you’re in love) t. 5.5k. suna hiccups when he lies, which is terrible since he can't lie that he likes osamu. very fluffy, lovely prose, and very cute <3

Capturing your portrait (and getting drawn into it) g. 22.9k. 6/6. the team is fed up with suna having embarrassing photos of everyone and seek revenge, tasking osamu to take an embarrassing photo of suna, except he falls in love during the process. very fluffy with amazing character dynamics.

iwaoi

i said, excuse me you’re a hell of a guy g. 5.4k. iwa always knew he had a crush on oikawa, but he knew he had a crush on oikawa when he heard him singing (read: rapping) in the shower. so cute and lovely!

bookmarks t. 6.4k. iwa works part-time at his university library and exchanges notes with a student that puts holds on books every week, T. O. very cute and endearing.

the sunlit alley g. 6.6k. iwa is an ao3 writer who deleted one of his works and sees oikawa's deranged tweets mourning its loss. i need this to happen to me in real life. when will i meet a devoted ao3 reader irl (the answer is never because i live in canada and no one lives in canada). very funny, one of my favorites this month!

ten years & a thousand mornings m. 15k. a beautiful ode to iwaoi's relationship through the mornings they have together in argentina and the mornings before then.

kagehina

Change of Plan(e)s g. 4.2k. queerplatonic kagehina for the soul! kageyama gets sick while traveling back home and hinata takes care of him. very comforting and fluffy.

conflict of interest t. 6.6k. kageyama and hinata's relationship is interpreted as bitter rivals when in fact, they're married. oh, my boys, they love each other so much, and the way they revealed their marriage was the best.

if it wasn't for you g. 13.1k. hinata texts kageyama to ask if he changed his life. kageyama responds with "hah?" an exploration of their relationship and eventual getting together. very cute!

other

the convergence of the aces g. bokuto and iwa friendship with side bokuaka and iwaoi. 4.1k. bokuto notices that iwa looks a lil lonely and befriends him. i love their friendship and how they were able to be with each other through their major milestones. a beautiful portrayal of male friendship <3

given t. 6.1k. tokyo cousins. komori's room tour goes viral after he reveals all the cursed gifts that sakusa got him, and msby4 finds the cursed gifts that komori gave him in return. familial love!! these two are so precious and the fic is hilarious. one of my favorites <3

the sky in my arms, the storm in my heart g. 7.5k. hinata-centric. a love letter to hinata and his time in brazil. on my hands and knees, i love this author so much, everything they write is gold and this made me tear up (i read this at work. do not recommend, read it at home so you can scream your heart out)

my love language is you t. 8k. bokuaka. no section for bokuaka this month, i'm sorry (i need to find more bkak fics). bokuto shows his affection for akaashi using the love languages. utterly adorable and fluffy.

Five Times Ushijima Wakatoshi Absolutely Lost His Shit g. 8.2k. ushiten. title. ushijima still keeps his stoic personality until he doesn't, and tendou is there to keep him together. very funny and sweet.

First Aid Kit m. 70.8k. 15/15. beautiful character study of tsukishima along with his blooming relationship with yamaguchi. beautiful prose and slow burn.

Blood In My Veins m. 77.9k. 21/21. kuroken. obligatory heart-wrenching kuroken fic of the month, this time with kuroo escaping his abusive ex to live in the city and befriend kenma, who has severe social anxiety. painful yet soft with a happy ending.

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favorite Raphael fics

There are a lot of Raphael fic rec lists out there, I'll concentrate on my own niche of Raphael: dark!Raphael and related as I think this is what the audience of this blog mostly interested in.

Please note that the works listed below are a warning tag minefield, explicit and meant for mature audiences only. Also, all of them are F!Tav or AFAB!Tav.

to even the odds by @dodorimo // generally, check all dodo's works (all the little things with Astarion is also amazing) if you like my stuff, because we are very much into the same topics.

Forfeit by @deardarlingdevil // wonderful smut. The author really nailed down the psychology of a sadistic and a depraved man in bed.

Six Hours by @aladaylessecondblog // I liked this one for Tav actively NOT liking Raphael for all the right reasons. Felt like a very believable reaction of a cleric in the world to a devil.

Cheerful Oblivion by @sassyandsodone // this one is a very well-done realistic take on what it really means to be a devil's mindless loving doll.

The Devil's Own by @gatewarden108 // this one has all the favourite tropes: forced impregnation, captivity, isolation, mind break. Also, a finished long WIP which is a unicorn by itself.

Until We Bleed and Ecstasy by @theemptyislost // very much recommend this one with Haarlep as a key component in Tav / Dark!Raphael relationship.

Roses and Peppers by distorsie // this one is just lovely. The rare breed of poetic Dark!Raphael.

indulgences and debasement by @pouralaura // I don't think this Raphael is dark per se, but he is deliciously depraved and debauched. Besides, the author has a wonderful writing style from a technical perspective.

The Devil Inside by @littleplasticrat // this one is also very Haarlep-heavy, features also Tav x Dammon, and it's... it's as dirty as it gets. Being Raphael's warlock has "getting fucked in most depraved ways" in the job description. The only DAP in the fandom I know. Enjoy.

P.S. there is one deleted fic I still think about, it was called The House That Devil Built, methinks. Damn, just one chapter, but it had The Vibe (TM).

If you have a work recommendation that fits The Vibe (TM), just drop it in my inbox (self-promotion welcome obv), I would appreciate it. I rarely lurk AO3 anymore and as fics rarely get reblogged miss a lot of works.

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so you think the mohawk kid stares at his best friend's lips a lil too long, now what?

HAWKMETRI FIC REC! here's a complete list of my favorite Hawkmetri/Binary Boyfriend fanfics for those who need a crash course into this niche brain rot (which no one asked for). Read below!

silver on your tongue, copper on your lips by HearJessRoar | 2k words | CMON YOU ALREADY KNOW! There’s a reason this one of the highest ranked fics in their ao3 tag. It’s so them. Fighting turned makeout sesh? Spectacular give me fourteen of them right now. Couldn’t tell you how many times I've read this...

The Cobra Effect by slrandomperson | 6.9k words | THIS ONEEE everyone knows this one everyone loves this one. This fic invented the ‘what if Eli DIDN’T break dem’s arm’ trope imo. This fic walked so others could run. Still the best of its kind.

Spoilers for My Valentine by Asphodelia ( @asphodel-storm) | 11.9k words | If you are going to read any fic, READ THIS ONE! Takes place around s3, but Demetri does his best to not only snap Eli out of his red-Hawk evil phase but also woo him by reminding him (and spoiling) of all the nerd shit he likes. It is as good as it sounds. I go back to this one ALL the time.

I don’t care what you call me (as long as you call me) by Anonymous | 4.2k words | I’ll say this for multiple fics, but this is my favorite hawkmetri fic. It’s so fun and fluffy and SO THEM. basically eli is like call me whatever and demetri finds the perfect opportunity to do something very funny and also some wooing.

this is our get along shirt by Anonymous | 3.8k words | Listen maybe I just like fics where Demetri successfully turns Eli back to the light side simply by reminding him of the good in the things he used to hate about himself/his life. In this fic, circa s3, Demetri wears all of the old clothes Eli left at his house to get his attention. Eli gets PISSED. It is everything to me. 

One Of The Finer Things in Life by Ithinkwehaveanemergency | 4k words | Eli basically being like “oh no he’s hot” after seeing Demetri shirtless. Fluffy and also hot and so well written. As always, this author captures them perfectly. It’s funny and it’s cute and I love it.

And I Will Not Fall Hard This Time by Ithinkwehaveanemergency | 12.7k words | Another one from this author!! Essentially, Eli and Dem become friends with benefits in college and don’t think that will end poorly for them at all.  Note: If you don’t like NSFW, this one is not for you, but i personally love a little spice when it’s well done. Everything about this fic makes my heart hurt. Like they’re so gone for each other but they SUCK AT COMMUNICATING. I’ve read this one so many times too. So many kisses for this fic. Like it has a chokehold on me I can’t explain

Always Thinking I Could Love You More by Ithinkwehaveanemergency | 6.5 words | Listen if you know me you know I love a fic that centers around Hawk’s hair. Essentially Hawk dyes his hair and Demetri is STARING. Bestie Yasmine is here to meddle. (can you tell i really like this author?)

lavender haze by youngervolcano | 3.1k words | This one is light and FUNNY. Classic everyone thinks they’re dating but them. Very cute quick read.

andisol by samemoon ( @carmendiazbian) | 25k (incomplete) | Don’t get me started on this one!!! The way my heart HURT reading it!!! Takes canon and changes it a little, but essentially a deeper look at Eli after s3, slowly mending Demetri and Eli’s relationship, and a look at how they got where they are now. I need to reread this one again because it is just one of the most well-written hawkmetri fics I’ve come across. It’s not completed, but I assure you it is still worth the read. 

Who You Are Inside by Asphodelia ( @asphodel-storm) | 4.9k words | I just think this one is neat! ‘His Dark Materials’ AU with daemons - I know absolutely nothing about that world, yet I still really liked this! Follows canon but with animal companions that are actually your soul/their shape reflects your soul. Childhood Eli and Demetri and falling back together with a dash of a soulmate trope. So fun if you love a tad of a fantasy element!!

Second Chances by Asphodelia ( @asphodel-storm) | 31k words | Is this one realistic in the slightest? No! But I loved it! Essentially this is what would happen if Pre S1 Eli swapped bodies with S3 Eli. Has some really strong parts and the premise is so silly but endearing that I love coming back to it. Good characterization too! Again, a nod to anyone who loves a little fantasy (another Asphodelia fic!)

Or you could read one of my fics if you feel so inclined.

Be sure to check ratings and warnings! Only read what you like!