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sp00kymulderr · 3 months

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lost, found

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn!reader

Warnings: homophobia, unsupportive family, bad family relationships, drug use, alcohol use, implied poly relationship, sex mentions, angst angst angst. There is an ezra in this, whether he is our ezra or not is up to you. writer projecting their emotions on to their favourite character.

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: When Dieter is hurt by the words of someone else, he turns to his art to help him. What he really needs is you.

A/N: As part of the follower celebration, @ozarkthedog asked for the prompt "I need a hug" and @schnarfer asked for "I don't want to be alone". Then I had some big bad emotions this weekend and decided to use them to write a fic which is very personal to me. Unedited and I wrote this in an hour so forgive me for mistakes.

The garage turned art studio on the side of Dieters house is something like a sanctuary to him.

A place for Dieter, and Dieter only – lucky individuals might be invited in from time to time but if there was one place on this earth that was home to him, the studio was it.

You've been in there once or twice. Those times he has wanted to paint you, brush to canvas as he muses on the art of your body. Other times he’s called you in with a proud smile to show you a finished piece. Those time are some of your favourite; unlike his acting work, Dieter was often proud to look on the art he had created in a particularly inspired period. You were proud of him too.

There had been that time too when he’d found you and Faye and Ezra all in bed together, not an unusual happening at the house, and he had demanded you all drag your naked asses down to the studio so he could watch you fuck while he painted the scene.

Dieter was different in the studio, it seemed to change him. Like stepping through a hazy veil to become another person; one who could shuck off their mask and let emotion take them completely. He would transport himself away from the duties of a public life in the times, finding a solitary world to call his own in that small space of other.

There have been times he would stay in there for days. Painting, drinking, getting high, not sleeping only to emerge three days later red eyed and covered in paint, ready to collapse in to bed with you and whoever else he’d find along the way. You never minded when he’d pull you in to bed so he could finally fall asleep, all too happy to hold him until he drifted away to a much needed slumber.

Dieter hadn't planned to paint today. Not that you know of. The two of you were supposed to be attending a movie premiere in a few hours. Your outfit was laid out on the bed waiting for you, but he’s been in the studio for three hours already and you’re starting to think you’ll be staying in tonight. You could go with Ezra, you suppose, though he always said how he hated going to those events without Dieter.

So did you. Hollywood events are so tedious, Dieter whispering lewd stories about other attendees and groping you under the table always made them better. No, you’d stay home and enjoy a quiet evening instead.

Besides, something in you was telling you to worry about Dieter. He’d taken a phone call out in the garden this morning and had been agitated ever since. Checking his phone with every ping, fiddling more than usual, quiet even when you’d straddled him to kiss him good morning and massaged his scalp just the way he liked. He’d even scowled at the gummy edibles you’d brought home yesterday, though he still took some for himself before mumbling something as he headed off to the studio.

It wasn’t like him to be quite so dour with you of all people.

Hours pass by. The stylist is cancelled, the car too. You hang your nice outfit back in the wardrobe with a quiet sigh, you’ll wear it next time. You entertain yourself with some tv and a good meal. Leftovers in the fridge for him, he’ll be hungry whenever he eventually comes back out.

You should resent him for this a little, but you don’t depend on each other like that. You both enjoy time alone, in fact with him you need it.

So perhaps he needs it right now.

Dieter is aware that everything is going fuzzy at the edges. His head thrums in a half pleasant, half sickening way. The air in here is thick and sticky around him as his brush drags burnt umber up the canvas. He’s not even sure what the painting is going to be. He knows he doesn’t like it.

Paint covered fingers scratch at his chin, smearing some new colour there. Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t fucking matter, he thinks.

For all the syrupy drip in his mind, he can still hear the ping of his phone. All the way upstairs and covered by his pillow but he can’t stop hearing it. His body tenses up with each pernicious, imagined burst of noise. His hand smacks the side of his head, makes him even more dizzy for a promising passing moment.

“Fuck” Dieter sighs, stepping back from the canvas and grabbing the bottle of bourbon.

A long swig. He can feel it all warm sloshing down him inside. Mixed with the other shit in his system, it swaddles him in a thick blanket of warmth that muffles some of the noise in his head. He can’t hear her as loud for now, at the very least. He doesn’t want to hear her ever again.

There’s a stash of pills behind the paintbrushes. He takes one more, chases it down with the bourbon and unsteadily shuffles himself back to the canvas again – contemplating with increasingly bleary eyes.

For a short moment they focus in on the painting before him, and he lets out a pained groan before stumbling backwards.

It’s a memory from his childhood; the view of his home town from the roof above the window of his parents house.

You give Dieter a few more hours and it’s well in to the night. He has yet to emerge, and you’re struggling to sleep in the too-big bed on your own tonight. It’s not often you’re completely alone here, even if it’s not Dieter there is another friend or visitor to share it with.

Tonight the loneliness is seeping in to your bones, the cold of it permeating from the studio downstairs.

You know there’s an unspoken promise to leave him be when he’s in his sanctuary, but you can’t help the feeling in your gut. You need to check on him, so you make your way back downstairs and towards the door where there seems to be silence on the other side.

“Dieter? Baby?” You whisper, knocking quietly once and then again when there is no answer. Taking a breath, you open the door and enter.

Your heart falls when you see him.

He’s sat on the cold concrete floor, nothing but his grey shorts on. Cuddling his knees to his chest, muttering under his breath. You can tell from the way he talks that he’s taken a lot, drank a lot.

“Hey, Dee?” You murmur, moving in to the room and standing a few steps from him.

He takes a moment to react, then looks over at you with unfocused eyes. He doesn’t answer you, just nods and turns back to the painting.

“I’ll...I’ll leave you alone. Just thought I should check-” Your cut off by his quiet voice.

“I don’t want to be alone”

You hear pain. Fear. Doubt. It tears your soul in two. You’re by his side immediately, sinking to the floor. His face is wet with tears, you realise when you see him up close. It breaks your heart to see him like this.

He’s looking at the painting again. He doesn’t seem proud, not at all. He doesn’t seem happy about it. But he can’t seem to stop looking at it, so you look too. It’s beautiful like most of his work, but it’s bleak, all dark colours and shadows and heartfelt emotion laced in to the brush strokes. Your breath hitches when you recognise the view.

“You’re thinking about home?” You ask softly, placing a gentle hand on his forearm.

The sombre mood after the phone call this morning is starting to make more sense. You slide your hand down to lace your fingers with his. Home, family, it’s complicated for Dieter. He barely talks about it, but he’s told you enough that you know that.

He nods again, silent to your questioning. He looks almost out of it. A lump forms in your throat at the knowledge that he’s in pain, painting not working to quell the sadness in him like it usually does. This isn’t a haven for him right now, it’s the opposite.

He’s easy to move, pliant as you get to your feet and haul him up. He doesn’t need to be in here, not now. You pull Dieter out of the studio and over to the couch to sit him down a cover him in the softest blanket you have. He just leans back and closes his eyes, but holds on to your hand with a squeeze for a moment before you head to the kitchen.

You give him food, water, gently wipe some of the less dried-on paint from him.

“Dee...please. What happened?” You whisper to him, trying to keep every motion tender and quiet towards him while he’s in this state.

Dieter lets out a long breath and pulls the blanket more securely over himself. He feels pathetic, but you don’t seem to care that he is.

“My aunt…” He finally says, voice a little clearer but barely.

“She called you today, right?”

“I told my cousin I’d try and come home for his birthday. She must’ve found out, told me not to bother-” Dieter nods, the words still a little slurred, breaking mid sentence, “Said they’d seen those photos of me and Ezra at the gala the other week”

You nod and stroke his hair as he talks, try to soothe him. You know which photos he means, paparazzi shots of the two of them kissing outside the venue. They hadn’t been trying to hide it; Dieter never usually gave a shit what anyone thought of his relationships. But his family...they still had their way of making him feel small and wrong.

“She said they were all praying for me, still hoping to get me back to normal one day. S-said I embarrassed mom and dad again” Dieter stuttered over the last words, a tear slipping from his eyes.

“I don’t even fucking care. I don’t. It’s just. Just...I need a hug...” He finally let himself break.

“Baby...come here” You’re quickly pulling him to you, wrapping yourself around him under the blanket. His head rests on your chest and you rub your hands up and down his back. It’s heartbreaking to see how even now, a fully grown man with his own life and his own world, they can make him feel like this.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, yeah? You’re perfect, Dieter Bravo. You’re free and you’re here and they’re missing out on knowing just how fucking amazing you are all because they can’t see past something as little as who you like to kiss” You whisper loving assurances in to his messy hair, kissing the top of his head occasionally.

He lets out a tiny sob muffled against you, some mumbled words you can’t quite make out.

“Fuck them. You’ve got me, you’ve got a family here…you know that, don’t you?”

Dieter sniffles and raises his head very slightly to look up at you. He looks so tired. Your shirt has paint on it now. You don’t care, you only care that he knows.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know” He answers quietly, clinging on to you still as his eyes droop with physical and emotional exhaustion. He snuggles back in to you and lets his breathing slow, mumbling a few more words

“You’re right, I’ve got all the family I need…you’re my family”

#Dieter Bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedrostories #sp00ky follower celebration #x reader #it's not good but it was cathartic to write kinda

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winterrrnight · 10 months

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edith's 100 followers celebration!

The little things matter so much to me, and this achievement of having 100 of you following me to support my writing feels pretty much surreal! I have decided to put together a little celebration, I hope so many of you can participate in it! :)

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STARTS: 23 July, 2023 ENDS: 31 July, 2023

EVENTS:

before the coffee gets cold: choose out of drew & rafe and a prompt from here, and I'll write a little drabble/concept!

tokyo dreaming: get into my chat box and ask me anything from here!

the midnight library: give me a little concept with drew or rafe and I'll make a 3 pic moodboard inspired by it!

the perks of being a wallflower: tell me your name (optional) + a little bit about yourself and I'll give you an outfit which I think matches your vibe! (mutuals only!)

normal people: send me a profile picture and I'll give you matching navigation post pictures and headers!

(no Tumblr games like fmk, never have I ever etc bc they stress me out LOL)

RULES/GUIDELINES:

This shouldn't require to be said, but unfortunately it is, so: be nice! be respectful!

Only one request per ask please!

Please be patient as I do have a life outside Tumblr; I'm a student and studying is basically all I do so please let me take my time to get to all of the asks.

I'm tagging some mutuals & my taglist, without whom none of this is possible. I hope you all know how grateful I am for you, and I will forever be so happy to have met all of you 🥹 the community you have created on here is full of positivity and never have I ever felt out of place or unloved here. So thank you, thank you, thank you <3

@runningfrom2am @ragingsammie @maybankslover @totalswag @madelynie @chenslucy @ietss @elle-mp3 @luvmarsbars @whore4drew @veescorneroftheworld @dilvcv @folkdriving @mutual-mendes @loveu-always @slut4drudy @isabelllroseee @outerbankspov @rafeysgff @iheartmaddyperez @starmoonshines @vianwrites

some readers who I see very often in my notifications; please don't think I don't see the likes and reblogs, they mean the whole world to me 💝😭:

@sp00ky-spr1te (literally my first follower on this blog hello???) @one-sweet-gubler @alimaythings @ftlanadelrey @strawberrrygirl @starkeyletters @starkeypankowsbae @dixiegurl19 @m00nzysblog @angelw33dz @thewayilovedswift @tia-elizab3th @ellsellsells @t0ki0h0telbill

(if your name is crossed out, I tried tagging you but it wasn't letting me, please let me know if im making any mistake with your user + if I forgot someone, I'm so very sorry I have the memory of a goose + if I tagged someone who didn't want to be tagged, again, I'm so sorry; please feel free to ignore this!)

check out the tag 'edith's 100 followers celebration! 🪄' to catch up with everything I post for this celebration!

#100 followers #100 followers milestone #drew starkey #rafe cameron #100 followers celebration #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey fic #rafe cameron fic #drew starkey imagine #rafe cameron imagine #drew starkey one shot #rafe cameron one shot #edith's milestones! 🪄#edith's 100 followers celebration! 🪄

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emiliehaunted · 5 years

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I wish I could say "Happy Hallowiwi!" with a smile on my face, but I can't. My country is facing a harsh time. Out there people are screaming for their human rights, they are running away from the cops (who are punching, shooting and even torturing citizen all around the country), being scared to even go out of their houses, etc. We are facing a scenario that happened 30 years ago and that people never thought they would have to face it once again. And for me those were old stories, away from my reality, until now. Yes, I feel sad for all the sessions I couldn't do, all the projects that now are in 'stand by', for not being able to work, for not being able to go downtown for a cup of tea. Yes, I am sad because I can't celebrate this Halloween and because I keep thinking about how different everything was last year, enjoying this very same day in London. But that's only my "selfish side" talking. I am actually quite proud of the chileans who are finally raising their voices for a better future. I feel all that rage we all feel for the injustices. And even when I can't go every day to protest as some of you can (👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 if you do that!) I DO care about all of this. That's why I share art and information in my IG stories. A lot of my followers have been asking me about all this mess, so I've been thinking about doing a video (in English) trying to explain. Either way it is an idea. I don't know if I will be able to do it anyway. (At least I think I will make some sp00ky cookies with my mom 👻)

@emiliehaunted on Instagram.-

#emiliehaunted #personal #myself #gothic #goth #dark #dark photography #photography #monochrome #witches on tumblr #witch #witchcraft #chile #chilean

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junetuesday · 6 years

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So I wanted to do something to celebrate 2,000(!!) of you guys, and seeing as I am yet to finish the stuff I said I'd do for my 1K celebration and I'm about to go away for three weeks, a writing challenge seemed like the best idea!

Rules, prompts and tags under the cut!

Lots of love, stay thirsty ✌️

R U L E S

You must:

Send me an ask with what prompt you would like

Tag me and use the tag #katies2kwc

Use a read more

State any warnings, including nsfw content

The deadline is midnight GMT on 18th November (if you need longer just lemme know)

2 people per prompt, 1 prompt per person

You can write for whoever you like in and around the MCU, obviously my preference would be Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield/Peter Parker but anything goes!

Use whatever format you like, first/second/third person, write a damn haiku if you want!

Any genre is allowed, any AU if using a dialogue or song prompt, go nuts.

Couple of caveats to anything goes: no incest, inappropriate age differences/underage smut, non/dubcon, just no freaky shit alright? (Venom thirst is allowed tho lol)

You don't have to be following me, but like, you should follow me lmao.

I'll like the post to let you know I've got it and then I'll reblog and add them all to a masterlist after the deadline!

P R O M P T S

Dialogue Prompts

“Wanna bet?” (1/2) @totallytomholland

“That's it, I'm downloading Tinder.” (1/2) @rainbow-marvel

“Christ, you're incredible.” (1/2) @spiderboytotherescue

“So that's where that shirt went.” (2/2) @hollandfieldluv @sleepwalkingdragon

“Title of your sex tape!”

“Can I kiss you?” (1/2) @madmadmilk

“I didn't want a dog but she/he did so we compromised and got a dog.” (1/2) @hollandlovely

“You're lucky you're cute.” (1/2) @marvelliz

“I need you.” (2/2) @luvnyuh @from-heroes-to-dust

“I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now.” (1/2) @dtftomholland

Song Prompts (I'm still obsessed with sweetener, sorry)

Sweetener - Ariana Grande

Inches and Falling - The Format

F.U. - Little Mix (1/2) @screamholland

Pete Davidson - Ariana Grande

Vegas - All Time Low (1/2) @thequeensardine

AU Prompts

Uni AU (2/2) @thothollandd @scholarlyspidey

Boxer AU

Soulmate AU

Supernatural AU (not the TV show just like ghosts and demons and shit, let’s get sp00ky) (1/2) @starksparker

Artist/Photographer AU

T A G S

@starksparker , @bi-writes , @softspideys , @buckyparkerish , @thwippeter , @upsidedownparker , @cutiehollands , @loserparker , @madmadmilk , @hollandlovely @spiderboytotherescue , @hollandpumpkin @dtftomholland@tomsfireheart @cabbagebag @iknowisoundcrazy , @spiderman-n , @luvnyuh , @notimeforthemessenger @thwip-it-real-good @positiveparker @ap93mcu@popculture-parker @rainbow-marvel @the-claire-bitch-project

#katies2kwc #writing challenge #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction

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sp00kymulderr · 1 month

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gideon!!!! congratulations on the milestone!!! absolutely so so deserved and i’m sorry I just now saw the post! 🖤

💭i’d like to request ''stay tonight.'' from the prompt list, maybe with ezra?? I miss him 🫶🏻

wonderful Liv! I'm so sorry this has been in my inbox since January. Me and Ezra were having a moment, but things are all good now. I humbly offer you this:

Starlit

sex worker!Ezra x afab!reader

694 words

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI. sex work, oral (reader receiving)

He is always the first thing on your mind when you arrive here.

The beautiful silver-tongued man with starlight in his eyes. Known by many and more than once by you, memories of him seared both on your flesh and in your mind.

Standards of travel have left you wanting, needing. Your fingers never work you the way another can, your touch never grips the way a lover can. Worst of all, the remembered whisper of his voice in your ear leaves you without the comfort of his warmth and sincere affection.

Ezra advertises his services as comfort. He sells sex, yes, but moreso he sells a few needed hours of companionship to the weary traveller, the tired prospector, the anguished fringeling far from home. He is generous with what he gives, not just in passion but in succour, in the intimacy of his whispered weaving stories as he holds you - he offers a piece of himself. Ezra provides comfort, and pleasure, and it is always more than worth the cost.

He is like an artist, you think. His art is being able to relieve the tired ache of your bones, and leaving your soul a modicum lighter than it felt upon arrival here.

There’s a stream of sunlight warming the bed as Ezra works between your thighs today. Your fingers hold in his soft hair with a gentle tug as he works what you can only describe as magic, that silver tongue finding it's way towards your second release of the day.

Your breath comes shallow; the way he flattens his tongue against you and stretches you on his fingers at the same time makes your legs shake in assailing delectation. He is a god, divinity in pleasure, and you thank you star that you came to find him on this miserable planet again.

You are, of course, just one of many but you like to think he doesn't look at the others the way he does you, the way his sparkling eyes meet yours as you look down upon him now, as he eats you like a blessed repast.

Your back arches, a gripping feeling of closeness tightening your core. His fingers curl, his plush lips sucks until you cry out and pull again. The room is hot and your bodies are warm, sticky. His own hips rut against the mattress as yours rise in increasing desperation. This gift of his, it takes you over. You are stardust as your body trembles, heart pumping wildly. The sweetness of release finally lays itself upon you. Oh. He is a god. Some spirit of heavenly pleasure.

You wish he could be yours forever.

You whimper his name over and over as you come down from a high unlike any other.

"Ezra...Ezra...my Ezra"

He kisses your twitching clit a few times more, never quite ready to give up your taste – he had told you before that he doesn’t do this only for the money but also for his own desires.

Finally he rises to lay over you, his body heavy and hot on yours, the hardness of him grinding against your soaked centre as he eyes you curiously.

"Yours?" He whispers, a devilish smile on his lips that makes you quiver again lustfully.

"Yes, mine...tonight?" You whisper, thankful that he understands it when you words are staccato and flustered.

You've never had him stay for more than a few hours. Never been so lavish with hard earned credits, but money feels no object right now as your cunt flutters and pulses at the thought of a full night with him. To wake up beside him is an experience worth all the money in the universe, you imagine.

Your fingers play in the white-blonde patch of hair. Curious, like him. You know little of this man and yet you want him in your bed for as long as you can possibly keep him.

He is a symphony of raucous desire.

“Stay tonight” You murmur, pulling him in to a searing kiss as soon he nods his agreement.

You know so little of him, but what you do know if that one night with this starlit man - even though it makes you poorer - will make you richer in heart and soul.

#ezra prospect x reader #sp00ky follower celebration #💭

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sp00kymulderr · 3 months

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💭 ''stay tonight.'' with Dieter Bravo please!! <3

Dieter Bravo x gn!reader

No major warnings, just soft and only a little sad.

725 words, completely unedited so apologies for errors

Dusk has settled with a reassuring stillness; orange light fading against the edge of the world and pitching a blanket of beginning darkness over everything.

It has always been comforting to Dieter. The night, those peaceful hours between dusk and dawn where he doesn't have to be seen and known by anyone but who he has chosen. Day time is exhausting; constant and full of demands, orders - be there, don't do that. It's tiring.

Often when he can Dieter will skip the days all together. Sleep through them and slip straight in to the comfort of the evening. When he can, of course he's rarely allowed.

Today had been one of those days. At the studio for 10, bright lights shining straight in to his tired eyes, recording ADR for the hokey rom-com he'd been signed up on with barely any say; "It's a good look" said the publicist, "It'll draw attention away from...everything else" said the agent.

Recording the lines was easy. That kind of work was too easy. He missed films that had real meat, real grit. He missed roles that felt like more than a cash grab. He missed Hunger Strike and the plays off Broadway. Dieter wasn't made for the world of Hollywood like these new actors were.

He sighs and rubs at his face, brushing off the mask he'd put on for the day as the sun leaves the sky finally. Time to be him now; not the Dieter Bravo for the public but the Dieter beneath the costumes and hair and makeup.

Extraordinary fuck up but with no need to be ashamed of it.

A ping sounds from somewhere in the bundled sheets on his bed and Dieter turns away from the window, eager to find his phone only because he knows it'll be you. His skin tingles with the knowing.

You let yourself in, like always. Dieter is grumbling and kneeling on the floor peering under the bed when you get to his room. He mutters something like 'don't need the fucking thing' as you sit on the floor beside him and rub a reassuring hand up his back.

"Lost your phone again?" You ask, squeezing his shoulder gently.

He turns to look at you, blinks twice, and then smiles bright. Like he's only just registered it's you. You grin back at him.

"I had it, earlier when I was... It's here somewhere" He mutters with soft annoyance. His knees click when he stands up to peer at the bed again. You hum and rest your head against his left leg, and run your hand from the back of his knee and up his thigh. His pyjama pants are soft against your skin. It sort of feels like being home.

"We'll find it" you assure, and he looks down to you with that same sweet smile. You tug lightly on his pants "You need it tonight?"

Prompted, Dieter sits back down on the floor next to you.

"No. Not tonight, right? You're staying tonight?" He asks.

He's beautiful like this - the twilight night makes him glow. Or maybe it's you. His eyes are brighter than they were last time you saw him, when he was running lines for an audition he had no real interest in.

You really should go home tonight. You end up late to work when you stay here. You always let him make you pop tarts and bad coffee in the mornings, and then he distracts you in the shower.

"Stay tonight" Dieter whispers, leaning against you and ghosting the words against your forehead before he presses the sweetest kiss there.

He's relaxed in the here and now; the safety of his home, no audience, no spectators but those he chooses. The safety of you, who knows him for who he is and doesn't ask him to be someone else, to try something else.

"Ok" You smile, and kiss him then. His lips are pillowy and gentle. If you're being really honest with yourself they're better than anyone else's. You should tell him sometime, you think.

"Just to help find my phone in the morning?" He asks quietly. It's a joke, but something in the tone reminds you that Dieter doesn't know why anyone would want to stay. It breaks your heart a little.

You should tell him, sometime

"Yeah, just that"

#thank you!! this was exactly my kinda prompt and I loved writing it #💭#sp00ky follower celebration #Dieter Bravo x reader

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sp00kymulderr · 3 months

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Gideon! My Ezra bae! 🖤

Congrats on your milestone, so deserved! Everyone needs to know how amazing you are! 🥰

To celebrate, I'd love you to write something with a Pedro Boy.

Let's go with the prompt "be one with me" and of course, we have to have our mutual husband, Ezra. Up to you if you want to make it smutty or not.

Love you! 🖤

Hi my wonderful Ezra bae! Thank you for this, I always love to write about our husband.

Ezra x gn!reader

18+ for sexual themes

350-ish words

"Ezra" you sigh against his skin. Warm, sticky, your bodies tangled.

You may never untangle from him, not after this night. Not after this world you two have built - the tiny quarters on the station you were calling home for a few short days now feeling more like some glowing slice of paradise.

And not just glowing but dazzling, bright and brilliant. That was Ezra, from the first moment you had known of him, cycles ago. Kevva, if you had only let this happen back then. If you had only let yourself go. Let yourself be...

"Be one with me" He'd whispered, that silken voice as his breath glided against your ear.

And you had rejected him, the first time. Denied what would eventually be the only thing you truly wanted. You didn't want to make yourself vulnerable to him. You were afraid in ways you think he never had been.

"Be one with me" He had repeated tonight, but the tone was different, the desire had changed. It had been a cocky, sure request back then, now it felt like a desperation. A need he had been holding on to for too long, like the words slipped his enticing lips before he could even think to pull them back.

"Be one with me, be one with me, be..." In your ear again and again, the puff of his breath too hot on your burning body as he took you apart, put you back together. You'd hear so many words from him in your time together, but none spoken like this. Like a prayer to the goddess. Like he would not survive them.

The falter of his hips, the rush of a gasp shuddering through his body. Spellbound by you. Too long. It had all taken too long and now it had been over too soon.

He tucks in to you, glistening bodies pressed so close. You breathe his name, he whispers yours against you.

It's like a piece of you that has been missing for a lifetime is returned to you, you realise.

Finally, you are whole and you are one.

#sp00ky follower celebration #💭#ezra x reader #ezra prospect x reader

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sp00kymulderr · 3 months

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This fandom has been really important to me for a while but especially in the last year, it’s a place to escape to and a community of people I can be openly myself with. All of you have made me feel so so so full of love, so much, and I adore you for that!

So, we’re gonna do a little celebration with some random activities from now until Sunday:

📝Self rec a fic that you're proud of, and why OR rec someone elses fic that you love, and why. (I’ll read/rb all of them bc I wanna read everything you love)

❣️give me a character & I'll rec a random writer and a fic of theirs that I love

🎨Send me a character and a colour scheme and I'll make you a lockscreen, header or moodboard (up to you!) (quality not guaranteed lol you’ve seen my work)

💌Send me some details about yourself (personality, likes, dislikes, hobbies, love language) and I'll pair you up with a Pedro character (lemme know if you don’t want a romantic pairing pls)

💭Send me a character and a scenario/situation or a prompt from this list and I’ll write a max. 500 word drabble (smutty scenarios encouraged)

✨Send a FMK/would you rather and I'll do it then send you one back

🎧I’ll tell you a song I associate with you or a character of your choice

(Feel free send in more than one!)

And of course you can ask anything about me, my WIPS, my fics, scream about Dieter & Ezra with me etc. but I want this to be about you guys as much as possible!

There are 2k of you I’m just 🤯 I love you all fyi

#too anxious to tag anyone lmao i hope people see this & wanna participate #sp00ky follower celebration

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sp00kymulderr · 3 months

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💭 i’d love a drabble with ''you don't have to pretend with me.'' for either dave or joel <3

Dave York x afab!reader

18+, unhappy marriage, infidelity, feelings, lil bit of oral

750ish words

eee thank you for this, Jana! I decided to challenge myself and write your man for the first time ever.

A life spent pretending, what kind of life is that?

Over and over again you have lied and forced a smile and faked your happiness so as not to bruise the ego of someone else. It’s not a way to live, you know that, but the fear takes hold and it seems impossible to change.

Your husband isn’t a bad man. He isn’t a monster or any kind of villain. He’s just a man, and you need more. Maybe you had loved him once, maybe he’d made you happy in the past. It all feels so very long ago, you’ve been faking for years. Pretending becomes your natural state of being. More normal than reality, more honest than truth.

Until you meet Dave.

Veracious, stable, authentic. Strong in ways you didn’t know someone could be. He seems to you so out of place in your world made up of falsehoods, even when you know so little of him. He felt unfamiliar to you and yet in so many ways like the truest thing you could ever know, you were the unworthy moth to Dave’s righteous flame from the outset.

Your hands shake now as he lays you down on your bed. Finally, finally a night alone and he has come to keep you company. You should feel guilt you think, as he undresses you and buries himself between your legs. Instead you feel things you haven’t felt in a lifetime, as your fingers bunch in the fabric of the new bedsheets you and your husband had picked out last weekend.

This feeling scares you. It doesn’t feel real. Dave’s warm breath on your cunt, the groan of pleasure as he laps you up and calls you sweet thing. The hot clench in your core is unfamiliar and you barely remember what to do with it - when was the last time someone pulled you apart with their mouth, their tongue? It feels like never with the way he does this now.

The building pleasure doesn’t feel right and you don’t feel like yourself for a moment because this isn’t how it goes. Your skin feels too tight, suddenly, and Dave is so lost in you he is unaware of the turmoil behind your eyes. What if it’s wrong, the way it happens? You cannot break past the anxiety of being bad at feeling this.

So you do what you know, what you have done for so many years now it feels like actuality. You bury the real feeling and you lie - you make your body arch, your breath shorten, you make your moans louder and feel sick at yourself for the comfort you find in the pretend once more.

You let out a low breath and Dave pulls himself away, looking up at you from between your legs. His brown eyes are dark with concern, or is it anger, disappointment? You can’t tell. Real feelings are beyond you.

“What was that?” He asks, accusing tone making you squirm and push yourself up the bed a little away from him.

“I- I…finished” You lie. Your body is too hot and damn it, the discontent in his gaze makes tears spring in your eyes.

You think for a second he is going to scold you. You’re caught in a lie, and it feels like the end. But instead he scoots up the bed to sit next to you, and gently caresses your cheek.

“You can tell me, you know” He smiles kindly and your heart flutters. This thing you are caught in, it’s impossible to ignore the descending reality of it when he views you like that. He is calm and good and won’t hurt you, despite the fears that have always kept you at bay.

“You can tell me if I did something wrong, something you didn’t like. You shouldn’t…”

A beat, a breath. You blink back tears and he turns your head by the chin to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry” you murmur. He grips your chin just a little bit tighter when your eyes dart away from his for a moment.

“You shouldn’t have to pretend”

“I don’t…I…” You shake your head and struggle to explain. There’s something in him that makes you think he knows what you mean to say. Dave leans forward, his lips meeting yours. It’s gentle and reassuring, not possessive or demanding like you always expect.

“You don’t have to pretend with me” He’s kissing you again, finding a part of you that you had forgotten existed.

“Please don’t pretend with me”

#sp00ky follower celebration #💭#dave york x reader #dave york x you #ppcu fanfiction #if this is horribly ooc i'm sorry he's very new to me!

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