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cutehoons02 · 3 days ago

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You don’t have to tease the "Ice Prince"

*pairing: pervy boyfriend Sunghoon idol x coquette Girl

*tags: grumpy x sunshine

*synopsis: What if your boyfriend finds out you’re reading a "spicy" one-shot found on Tumblr with him as the male lead?

*tags: Teasing, fluffy, humor, Sunghoon is a pervert, jealousy, possession, tease each other, embarrassment, unprotected sex (don’t horny people) + 18 minors don’t interact,cowgirl with skirt,masturbation,kissing,fingering,a little degradations (slut,bad girl),pet names (good girl,princess) (Hoonie) fluffy moment at the end

(English is not my native language)

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You were on the sofa where you shared the apartment with your roommates but luckily that weekend they were all going out, you had your phone in your hands and were particularly distracted and curious by what you found on Twitter. Your mind wandered, while the sound of water rushing from the shower made you aware of Sunghoon’s proximity which was a few meters away. You had just seen a fan account that recommended your boyfriend’s new Tumblr fanfiction dedicated to him, written by a profile who was very popular on Tumblr because this account wrote fanfiction about Enhypen and each one-shot had thousands of likes. Curious, you decided to read it, without imagining that reading would trigger an unexpected reaction from your boyfriend.

"Hmm, let’s see what the fans say about Hoon..." you thought opening the link.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon, who had just showered, came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel with his usual serious but relaxed look. It seemed the perfect version of "Ice Prince" even then, but those who knew him well knew that inside he hid a more sarcastic personality and a little perverse, especially when it came to Y/n. Hoon looked at you while you were busy reading something on your phone and his look lowered on the top that you had with small bows that stood out your shapes above your breasts. Still, his eyes moved immediately on your skirt of a good girl who loved to put on, especially during the weekends to go out in the clubs or to tease the direct interested, always appreciated your physique but your legs were the thing that made him more and more excited, they were: skinny to the point, straight, your thighs were firm and a little muscular for all those years you had done sports and loved to put you on his big legs muscled and crazy when you rode it.

He had a little bit of a kinky mind when he thought about you but when he talked about you to his friends or family, he always described you as his favorite kind of girl, You were sweet with everyone, you studied a lot, and were happy to be your boyfriend because in more than 6 months of relationship you had almost never argued about anything and he was happy to have a healthy relationship.

'What are you reading princess? 'What is it that has so much attracted your attention?' You looked up completely embarrassed and gave him a little smile that he loved to see you do, was a sincere smile but at the same time you were hiding something

"Oh my God, Hoon! You scared me I didn’t think you had already finished washing" You immediately turned off the phone and put it on the small table that you had in your room.

Sunghoon, as he was drying his hair, raised an eyebrow, almost annoyed at your response. Walking towards you and with a low, mysterious voice he said: 'What were you looking at? Don’t tell me you were still reading those dark romance books that you’ve been obsessed with lately.'

You looked at him with bright eyes and the eyes that passed from the phone to his body in plain sight that you had before you and the thing that made you blush most was that he had only a towel tied to his waist and nothing else. "Uhh.... one of your fans on Twitter posted a link to a Tumblr story... about you. It seemed interesting and I read the plot just to see what it was about."

Sunghoon looked at you with a mischievous smile 'Interesting, huh? And what does this story say?' He came up to you and blew on your neck, making you a little bit scared but also excited. The air between you two became immediately more charged and he laughed nervously. " Well, it’s about this super cute girl... and a mysterious and sexy guy who is called "Ice Prince" as well as you, who wins the heart of this girl. It seems to me that they have used a little too much imagination..."

Sunghoon stood in front of you, bending his head with a funny smile. 'Oh? And how do you think they describe me, eh?' His voice was low, and his tone more provocative.

You sunflower to look at him with an ironic smile on your lips. " Well, I guess you’re the typical 'Ice Prince', but with a hidden side you would say a mix between a possessive guy of his girlfriend and we also add sexy but at the same time that you love to have it just for yourself and treat her as if she was the only one for your eyes."

Sunghoon approached slowly, leaning towards you, the eyes shimmering with a mischievous light. 'Sexy, uh? And how would you like me to be, Y/n? Because I know you like to play with fire and you know that with me you will be sure to bite.'

You blushed slightly but didn’t back down. " Ah, but you know it, Hoon. I like you both as 'Ice Prince' and as... possessive guy towards me and that you treat me like your princesses." Your smile widened as you added, "And then, it’s not my fault that... you’re so sexy and handsome, aren’t you?"

Sunghoon stopped for a moment as if that sentence had struck him. But then his perverted side took over.

Sunghoon came even closer, almost making you touch your body. 'Oh? Sexy, huh? Then you should tell me which part of me makes you crazy."

You chuckled, unsure of how to answer. "Well, Hoon, that’s it. You drive me crazy when you’re serious and cold, but also when things get hot...and when only with me you show me the most human part of yourself"

Sunghoon looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes and lightly stroked your all-red cheek and gave you a little kiss 'Oh, Now I understand... so you like it when it comes out both my perverted part that is only with you princess but also when I make the perfect boyfriend, huh?'

The tension between you was palpable, as if every word, every look, were a little game of seduction. You knew that Hoon had that side of himself he never showed to others, but you, with your chatty and carefree character, managed to get it out.

"Well, if I say it too clearly, you’ll become even more perverted, and your alpha male ego will double up so maybe you should just let it go."

Sunghoon smiled with a face that defied innocence. 'Oh, don’t worry, you know by now my 'perverse' is only for you." and gave you a wink and went to your room to dress.

You watched it amused and your mouth curled into a mischievous smile. "I know, Hoon. And I love you for that."

After the dinner you had prepared for you two, Hoon stretched and you saw how he looked good with his fake nerd glasses, gray jumpsuit pants, and a slightly loose shirt that wrapped up his beautiful toned physique. Hoon wanted to relax and you put them in your bed to watch a series but after a while Hoon fell asleep hugged you and you took some photos to send to the other members to tease him after your session as a photographer with a grin, you dumped Tumblr because you were curious to know and read what fans wrote about your boyfriend and you found hundreds of one-shots with #Sunghoon x reader and thought in a low voice "Wow, they’re all so... smut and intense!"

The stories were almost all based on Hoon, but each time they described more daring, provocative versions of him, some even a little "inconvenient". There were many stories of him in the vampire version, in the nerd version, in the Ice Prince King of Ice Skating etc, etc. A wave of excitement and curiosity crossed you, but there was also a small part of you that felt... jealous... No, not exactly. You were just a little amused by the idea of all those girls writing about him, almost as if they wanted it in the absolute way.

You would see with your finger and put some like to stories because you wanted to read them absolutely and you stopped at a particular story and thought.

"Oh, I can’t believe they imagined this... Hoon is so different when you know it, but I don’t mind that they see it like that. Who wouldn’t be attracted to him?"

You kept reading, while every word, every description of Hoon as a "perfect guy" made you smile. But the more you read, the wider your grin became, a little amused but also surprised. Hoon, although more shy and distant, had another face that came out in the fans' dreams. You had found a story interesting and tried to read it but while you were reading and you were almost halfway through the story and you were completely absorbed in the reading, a warm hand suddenly squeezed your wrist.

You shoot, finding yourself face to face with Hoon, who is looking at you with a mischievous and... dangerous smile.

'It seems to me that you are finding something interesting in that phone, Y/n '

You felt a shiver down your back. You didn’t know if you were excited or a little scared by his expression.

"Oh... nothing, I was just... just running through. It’s not what it looks like." you gave a forced smile, trying to hide your embarrassment and curiosity that you had to finish that story.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, still holding the phone and in a deeper tone told you. 'Really? Because it seems to me that you are reading some... detailed stories about me.' His voice had a tone that mixed the game with a kind of warning, but his grin added tension.

You were a little more nervous, trying to get away from his grip, but he stopped you with a look that left no room for doubt. Sunghoon came closer and his warm breath on your ear gave you a little shiver. 'You know Y/n, it’s not nice to do things without asking... but I like that you’re curious.'

You felt your legs give a little, but you did not let yourself be discouraged.

"I didn’t think you were jealous of fanfiction, Hoon. It’s not my fault they’re so fascinated by you." You said in a slightly provocative tone and Sunghoon smiled at you, a smile that, though affectionate, concealed a veil of danger. 'Oh, I’m not jealous. But more than anything... I’m curious to know what you like about me, and how you react to these stories. Do you think they’re right? Or maybe you’re trying to... imagine something more? What is it that, I don’t suffice in flesh and bones that touch you, To make you come with my hands or fuck you?'

You looked into his eyes with your mouth slightly open in amazement, feeling the atmosphere change completely. " Maybe I want to see what happens when the game gets... more interesting and how you imagine your fans in situations like this..."

The whole environment seemed to change as if the serenity of the evening had been replaced by a thrill of anticipation. You should have been very careful that night because Hoon was not at all like his fans described him in those fanfictions.

And now... he seemed ready to let you discover a whole new side of himself...

Sunghoon, with the phone still in his hands and a smile of pure satisfaction, settled more comfortably next to you. His fake nerd glasses reflected the light of the screen, and his gaze was fixed on you as the tension in the air grew. You watched him, nervous, trying to grab the phone, but he was too fast and kept it out of your reach and looked at you with a look that made you understand that you should be in your place.

Let’s see what my princess was reading with such interest.

'Am I curious as well to know what the fans think of me... or maybe us?'

You tried to hide the redness that invaded your cheeks and saw the look of Hoon down to your long legs completely uncovered and your skirt that rose slightly as you were sitting, you tried to pull the skirt down to cover your legs, But Sunghoon was quicker. His big hand laid naturally on your completely naked thigh at this point, touching the skin uncovered and making you shudder when while gently touching your thigh it also left you little pinches.

You were definitely nervous and tried to stop his hand from slowly rising more and more "Hoon, it’s nothing! Just... nonsense, really. You don’t have to read!"

Sunghoon ignored you and with a cold smile said: 'Nonsense? Let’s see...'

He began to read aloud, with his calm and deep voice making the words sound even more intense.

"'Hoon pushed her slightly into his bed and her look was icy as he sat down leaning on the bedside keyboard he made her lean on his muscular legs. His voice was a whisper, but strong enough to make her lose her head: 'You can’t run from me, you know that?'"

You held a hand to your face, embarrassed to the bone, while Sunghoon kept reading in a funny but sharp tone.

""His hands slowly slid down her legs, leaving a trail of chills. She needed no words; his touch was enough to make her understand that it belonged to him... completely.'""

Sunghoon’s hand, meanwhile, moves slowly on your thigh, almost following the rhythm of words. His eyes never broke from the text, but the smile on his face revealed that he knew exactly what he was doing.

You almost stammering you said. "Hoon! You can’t... I mean, stop it! That’s not fair!"

Sunghoon smiled and smiled, just turned his gaze to you 'Isn’t that right? You were reading these things about me. I think you were very curious, didn't you? Or maybe you wanted... to imagine something more?'

Your eyes were pierced and his words struck you. Your mind was in turmoil, torn between the embarrassment of being caught in the act and the excitement that Hoon was creating with his calculated and direct attitude.

Sunghoon came to your ear, with a low and sharp tone. 'Tell me, princess, why do you have to act like a bad girl and read these things when you have me right here? Don’t you just have the original?'

His hand slipped slightly higher on your thigh and when he found the edge of your panties he began to pass one finger along your entire lace edge and you held your breath.

What did you have to answer him? With the truth or with a lie?

"Maybe I just wanted to... figure out what the others see in you."

Sunghoon laughed because he knew it was a lie, you just wanted to cover your ass so you wouldn’t face the consequences.

'What a nonsense answer. You don’t have to find out through Tumblr. You’re the only one who can see the real me. And I assure you that I’m far more interesting than anything these stories can tell.'

The atmosphere between you had become more intense, almost palpable. Sunghoon, despite his serious tone, had that spark in his eyes that indicated how much he was enjoying seeing you embarrassed and, at the same time, excited by the situation.

'Now, tell me: would you rather read more stories or find out what I can do? Because, I’m not just the ice boy that everyone imagines... but this you already know, right?'

You didn’t know exactly what to say and there was an awkward silence, your cheeks were all red and you were torturing your nails with your teeth. It was a reaction that Sunghoon had never seen before. He watched you, his grin was more and more pronounced. This rare vulnerability of yours to see was a weapon he would never have wasted.

Sunghoon came closer to your ear, with a low and icy voice

'What’s the matter? You’re speechless? You can’t even defend yourself, where is the girl who loved to tease me and test me with her arrogance?'

You looked at him, swaying, biting your lip to try to calm the embarrassment that grew to excess.

"I can’t stand you, Hoon! You’re unbearable!"

Sunghoon stopped, pretending to reflect for a moment. Then he smiled a dangerous, almost sharp smile.

'Unbearable? Are you the one who has decided to read certain things? Are you the one who has behaved like a bad girl?'

His words hit you like an arrow, growing that mixture of embarrassment and tension that made your heart beat faster.

"No... it’s not true. It was just curiosity."

But he didn’t seem to want to let you escape. He scrolled the fanfiction on your phone and began to read aloud again, in a slow and dangerous tone:

"His lips settled on her skin, slowly descending as he held it under him. «You can’t run away», he whispered to her, his breath against her neck, making her tremble. It was all control and desire as if every movement of her was calculated to drive her crazy... and while he kissed her neck he fingered the already completely moist panties and said: take off your panties without getting up from my lap and leave the skirt of a good girl that you are not for nothing"

Sunghoon’s hands moved slowly on your uncovered leg, his fingers brushing with a delicacy that seemed almost dangerous the center of the panties and felt they were already wet. You hold your breath, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sensation.

'Put yourself over my length, princess, let’s see if you can recreate this scene,' said Sunghoon looking at you with a cold look. When you heard these words you pushed him slightly to leave but he blocked you with a wrist.

"Hoon, stop it! I told you to stop it! I was just curious you don’t have to act like..."

Sunghoon stopped for a moment but with an even more intense smile

'Stop? You are the one who made me discover these things. Now you can’t complain'

You tried to reply, but you didn’t have time. Before you could say anything, Sunghoon took you by the hips put his muscular legs over you dropped the phone next to your bed, and leaned towards you and his lips found yours with a chilling confidence, yet warm and overwhelming.

The kiss was anything but gentle. He was full of desire and control as if he wanted to show you that no story, no fantasy written by a fan could compete with what he was.

Initially, you stood still, surprised by the intensity of the kiss but soon you found yourself to respond to the kiss. His hands immediately sought your ass and brought you even closer to him so you felt immediately its hard length between your panties that slowly became more soggy; you tried to push it away because you were slightly angry, But you ended up clinging to his shirt, as if your body had decided to surrender. Completely to him.

Sunghoon slightly detached from your lips and whispered to you:

'Tell me, princess, do you still think these stories can truly describe how I feel about you? Or must I prove it to you again?'

You looked into his eyes, still unsure of how to react. Your breath was fast, your heart was beating so fast it seemed like Hoon could feel it.

"You’re not... you’re not as intense as they describe you."

Sunghoon laughed, a low and deep laugh that seemed to vibrate in the air.

'Intense? Y/n, I haven’t even started. Take off your panties without completely taking off from me and leave the skirt' He said to you in an authoritarian way you would have wanted to yell at him but his gaze was fixed on yours and looked at you with a grin.

You knew he was playing with you, but you couldn’t deny that that side of Sunghoon - so sure, so controlled yet passionate at the same time was irresistible to both your mind and body.

"You’re terrible, Hoon." Whispering, trying to regain control, You slowly rose with your knees from your legs, and slowly as if you wanted to tease him even more slipped your pink panties with the bow between your legs and immediately felt the cold air around your pussy that was getting wet more and more.

Sunghoon bent down to the level of your lobe and said to you. 'Good girl' with a mischievous smile

His lips immediately went to give you small kisses on your neck and at the same time sucked it to give you the idea that only he could leave you red marks, You would have seen them in the next few days as you would have gone to see them in the mirror and you unwillingly your hips and your pussy now completely wet move slowly and unconsciously along its length still covered by your pants.

'You were embarrassed until a few minutes ago while I read that shit on me and now you’re here like a slut rubbing up on my dick, who are you y/n? Take off my pants but don’t you dare to take off my boxer, I want you to come straining over my dick and if you’re good I could give you a little help'

You stared at him as you felt that he had called you slut but at the same time you were even more excited because he had used his tone and sharp point that he used a few times with you, but when he used it you knew that it would end not bad anymore. You saw Hoon take off his shirt and stand bare chest and put your little hands in his strong muscles and you covered them as if they were made of gold and with the hands, slightly trembling feces slip his pants of the suit on the ground and with a snatch he brought you back over his boxer shorts and you with your pussy completely naked could feel the attrition of his cock that was getting bigger and bigger inside the boxer shorts.

His big hands were around your hips and at the same time on your ass and began to make you squirm against its length and every time you tried your mind was clouded with pleasure, you could not wait to have it completely inside of you. " Hoonie, please" You heard Sunghoon giggle and gave you a light slap in the ass and you jerked both for the scorching but also the excitement.

'Use the words Y/n, you are no longer that little girl who had to learn how to take my cock. They created you with your mouth both to take my dick blissfully but also to talk and to have your opinion, use her' You rubbed again your pussy dripping in his boxer shorts, and with embarrassment saw that you had slightly wet them and you were not only wet but there was also a more slimy part attached to you.

"Please let me come, I’ll be good to you" Sunghoon stretched your buttocks slightly and saw that you were gone, Your pussy was dripping, and without telling you he stuck his finger in the center of your heat and began to pump it up and down and at the same time curl it inside you.

'Are you satisfied? You know I shouldn’t even make you come, right? I don’t like bad girls who read dirty and you know that, But today you crossed the line. You read some dirty things about me with the knowledge that I could discover you' You sighed slightly and another finger entered inside you and as a good girl, you took both so well.

Sunghoon was ecstatic, You had only the bra on obviously pink candy with cute bows, and that fucking little skirt that now held it up to see how your pussy took well his fingers but with a brusque gesture immediately pulled them out and looked at him with the mouth slightly. " Hoon, no please, it was so nice please you can’t" Hoon put his finger on your lips to make you shut up and lightly smeared your arousal and licked it.

"How many times have I told you that you shouldn’t tease the ice prince in me, Y/n? I will only make you cum with my dick inside of you and you should also thank me because I could go again to take a shower and masturbate instead of making you come.

Sunghoon pulled up his supreme black boxer shorts and his cock slightly bounced in her sculpted V-line, it was long, thick, and slightly veiny and you already knew that you would have a hard time getting it all inside your tiny tight pussy. With slightly trembling hands and the excitement you had between your legs, you took it in your hands and gently pumped it, you would have wanted to tease him but Sunghoon was looking at you with a funny look but at the same time serious and if you did something that he would not be well he would leave you alone or punish you. You pumped it for a good minute and saw how Sunghoon was passing his fingers through the thick hair after a while you got up slightly and tried to take it but the feeling of its tip pressing on your hole was too much.

Sunghoon held your ass tight and you tried to get used to it slowly and felt his cock working its way into your tight pussy, you jerked so sweetly and a little moan came out of your lips and Hoon was amazed to see you so all for himself, The eyes began to slightly become brighter as your hole tightened around him. Your swollen lips drop into a pretty "oh!" and he smiles.

"Fuck- Hoonie is too big! I can’t!"

'You can do it for me, princess. It’s the second time you've taken him sitting between my legs and already the first time you had enjoyed', his breath is hot against your ear. 'I’ll make sure it goes well. Just when you feel comfortable mount me slightly and then I’ll help you as the last time ' You already feel so drunk on his dick, you struggle to keep your eyes open while he sticks his big tip in the sloppy hole. Hoon’s cock contracts so well inside you to the sight. 'Come on, darling, be a good princess for me, I already feel that you can ride me.' was so excited to see the way your pussy is gaping so shamefully open for him. Gasping gasps at every push, every ride you make of his cock your pussy squirts and milks it well with all your slimy sperm. " Hoonie...too much," Whine a little until you hear your boyfriend untie your breast strap and start sucking on a nipple all hard, and at the same time his big hands were on your hips helping you ride his dick 'Oh god it’s so nice to be on top of you, Please continue to suck my breast"

'open your eyes princess,' moan, touching the bottom in a quick push 'Feel how you take it all...like a good girl or I can call you slut?' your head shakes no, The stretch is enough to break you but Hoon won’t stop until he’s buried in your dripping pussy all the way.

You can’t think. You don’t even realize that your tongue is sticking out until he pulls it out and bends over to suck it when he pushes it back in while your boob bounces at every push of his cock, his hands slamming against your ass in the process. You’re so overwhelmed with him that you can’t return the kiss. The kiss had begun gently but after a while there was nothing sweet and gentle left it was rough and with its strong arms you imprisoned between him. Moving away from you, he smiles as he begins to pull out inch by inch in a painfully slow way. 'the pussy belongs, my cock is yours and I repeat you do not need to read those one-shots about me' he hums, while the dick enters you again and you mount it as if you were obsessed by him.

The rhythm that starts is numbing and makes you delirious. "Oh! Oh my... oh my god! Hoonie please!" You can’t do anything but take it while Sunghoon is getting closer and closer to orgasm. 'I’ll fill you.' he whispers, with a husky voice and dripping with despair. "Must I remind you that you are mine? That you can only take my dick and the only one who can love you and feel all these feelings is me?" You nod enthusiastically, "Yeah... I’ve been yours for months now... Hoonie!" That’s what’s driving him. He impossibly increases the pace, so violent that your skin burns where his hands hit you and slightly pinch your ass. 'Fuck, you’re so beautiful, who would have thought that the girl super cute and with a coquette style girl could be fucked so well by me, an asshole who loves to possess you and love you'

breaks dangerously, the look lost in the cock full of white cream that forms around its base to look you in the eye, 'I need you like this forever...all my life'

"Yes yes yes, please! Forever please!" is completely intent on making you babble for him and being so completely obsessed with him both mentally and physically you can’t stand it anymore.

Your eyes are wide open when he starts hitting your g-spot, fingers sticking into his arms. " Right there! Oh! Hoonie right there is so good to feel and have you just for me!" little howls leave you.

'right here, princess?' purrs, the tip presses more in that soft spot. His eyes are dark and glistening with something predatory. Your body moves with every push, you jerk repeatedly and slam against his cock. Hoon’s thrusts become sloppy when he is near, and the body bends to groan in your ear. 'I'm coming princess' Wrap your arms around his body to pull him closer, you need to feel his heartbeat against yours before pressing your lips on his cheek. " I’m coming Hoonie!!"

You come so strong that your body trembles in Sunghoon’s arms, you were too exhausted and drunk on his cock that all you can feel is Sunghoon beating inside of you. " Hoonie, inside like this, it’s so beautiful "moans softly, the words get blurred as he gives you little kisses on the cheek. The slob hole trembles at the feeling of being so full. "I know princess," he whispers, his voice was light and sweet again. Patiently wait for you to let go of him so he can clean you, not wanting to accidentally trigger but instead of loosening the grip, you curl up against him more, and after a while you start to kiss lightly all the little ones that you loved so much in his face and you saw him slightly become a little embarrassed and his cheeks were even redder.

"I love you, Hoonie." He made you stand up slowly and when he made you lie down he went straight away to get a clean cloth to wash your intimate areas and after a while put on his wide shirt and made you take off that already crumpled fabric of your little skirt and embraced you and gave you a small kiss in the Front and looked at you.

'I love you too, You must never doubt what I can do for you, Y/n. You don’t need those fantasies. You have me and I can give you everything you want. From crazy sex, to love, to protection...whatever you ask" You embraced him, and after a while you both fell into a light sleep as you hugged each other.

OMG🤍i hope you like it not know if you want but I would write this reaction for the other members, would you like?

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henry7931 · 15 hours ago

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Carter’s Body Is A Party

Dan:

Ahhh shit! I think I fucked up. The crazy thing is— this isn’t even my body. It belongs to this 21 year old kid name Carter. Kinda a long story but I basically talked him into switching bodies with me. Well okay, I know how that sounds! Let me correct myself we mutually agreed to the swap but I initiated it. You see I’m 39 years old, single, handsome I might add. But when I met Carter, I felt like I had a chance to really live carefree again.

We were in a bar when I first laid my eyes on Carter a couple weeks back. I was sitting alone, I frequent this bar a lot since it’s in walking distance to my place and he was sitting by himself as well… l kept noticing that he was staring at me which felt good. He’s a good looking young guy. He looked liked the kinda guy I’d beg for attention from at his age.

Eventually he came up to me and offered to get me a drink. I tried to turn him down but he was so persistent. After a while of him flirting with me really hard, I decided to let my guard down.

We talked for hours at that bar, taking shot after shot. I eventually invited him to come back to my place.

That is where I had the bright drunken idea of us swapping bodies.

“Carter, you are sooooo fine,” I said to him drunkenly. “I think I want to be you…let’s swap bodies!! It would be sooo hot!”

He didn’t believe me at first but then I pulled out a magical ring that’s been passed down through my family.

We started to make out a bit and we both ended up stripping off all of our clothes down to our underwear.

I look at Carter’s young face… he said to me, “fuck, I hope this is real. I wanna be able to touch your body every morning.”

My dick got hard at the thought of being able to do the same in his. Carter ran his fingers through my chest hair and says, “you’re such a fine ass man Dan. I’d do anything…”

“Fuck well I’m about to make both of our dreams come true. You ready?,” I say putting on the ring.

“Fuck yeah!”

As I slid on the ring, I said his name aloud. I just a split second both of us passed out.

As I started to come too, I immediately knew I was Carter. I sat up and saw Carter filling up my chest.

I thought he would be freaked out. Instead he seemed so amazed.

I watch him navigate slowly with my hands… touching my chest, my nipples…

He worked his way down until eyes met my dick which was about to pop out of my underwear at any moment

“can I?,” he said with the softest tone.

“It’s your body right now.”

Carter pulled out my dick and began to fondle it in front of me.

I was so turned by his excitement about having my body. I got up and immediately started sucking my body off.

Carter watched me work my own cock for him. I felt my bigger hands run through Carter’s hair.

And I felt him pull back and grab his chin.

“Dan, let’s get in bed.”

I pull off his underwear and saw all of Carter’s naked body for the first time. His cock was long and eager. His pubes were trimmed down (unlike mine) and he had these cute tight balls.

Carter felt up and down his junk for me.

“Does your hands feel good on my cock?,” he says to me with a grin.

“Yeah it does,” I say back to him.

I look down at Carter’s legs and then at his sexy boyish feet.

That’s when Carter began to run my tongue up and down his shaft. I could feel my stubble glide across his ballsack.

“Fuck, I can tell this is going to be a long night!,” I say to him.

Carter and I fucked around for hours. We would take turns edging each other and showing one another how each other’s bodies respond. Neither one of us wanted to cum.

But I was the first one to blow my load. And he came shortly after me.

Both of us laid in bed licking cum off of each other. Shortly after I felt my naked body wrap its arms around me and we cuddled off to sleep.

By morning, we made an agreement. We keep each other’s bodies until one of us says we’re ready to swap back.

Listen, I knew I was going to go back to my life and my body at some point. I was just not prepared for the wild ride of Carter’s life.

I soon found out that was a college student who parties a lot!

I mean the schedule was already made for me. I’d go to his class which was a surprisingly easy for me. And then his friend sends in a text…

“A total rager is going down tonight boys!”

“Who wants to go out and hit the bars?”

“House party at my place tonight!”

It was nonstop and I couldn’t get enough of it.

It took me no time to get to know his friends but I do think it’s because I’m the best looking in the crew and I’m confident several want to get into my pants.

Which I may have let a few of them do so…

Although, they have noticed a difference in me. Which is that I have zero fear of showing off myself, especially this body.

Most nights I’d even refuse to wear a shirt!

I went from constant hook ups, hard core clubbing…

But then we went to a concert and I may have taken it too far…

All of us were having a good time when I came across this handsome guy.

“Sup! My names Carter,” I said to him with a grin.

“Hey, you’re cute. You wanna make out?,” said the handsome stranger.

“Fuck yeah!”

This guy and I made out for a while at the concert. Neither of us gave a fuck about anyone around us.

That’s when I felt him unbuckle my pants…

All I could think of in the back of my head was… am I really about to get my dick sucked out in the open at a concert???

Before I could even think, Carter’s dick was out of his pants and this guy was on his knees.

“Holy shit Carter!” I hear one of his friends say in the background.

The guy sucking me off was sooo good at it. I couldn’t even think straight.

“Dude! Carter!! The police!!!”

The second I came down this guy’s throat, the police came up and caught us red handed.

Luckily, I didn’t get charged with anything. But they did take me to jail along with the other guy.

We both sat quietly the entire ride.

And when they put us in a cell both of us sat awkwardly.

All I could say in that moment was, “man I messed up.”

The guy looked over at me nervously, “I did too Dan.”

It took me a second to register him using my real name.

“Carter?”

“Yeah it’s me…”

“What the fuck??!? Where is my body???”

“Well with this guy… I don’t know. It was a really dumb idea. He came over to your place. I showed him the ring and then the next morning I couldn’t find him in your body. Plus he stole your ring!”

“CARTER!!!”

“I’m sorry!!!”

I watched as the other handsome 20 something, cried his eyes out. I wanted to be so mad at him. But then I remembered just how foolish I’ve been in his body.

Shortly after one of Carter’s friends posted my bail and I ended up doing the same for the actual Carter.

Weeks passed while Carter and I tried our hardest to find my body. But unfortunately we had no luck. Carter and I eventually grew a fondness for each other.

I graduated college the following spring and Carter got a nice job with his body. It helped that the stranger that took my body was already somewhat successful in life.

Both of managed to get a nice place together. Although life seems kind of boring now, we do frequent a club on an occasion.

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creamecafe · 17 hours ago

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Can you write the headcannons where the squid games s2 men react to you flinching during a fight please

How Season 2 Squid Game Men Would React To You Flinching During an Argument

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Pairing: Season 2 Squid Game Men x GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, angst

Author's Note: Thank you so much for requesting! To anyone who's going through something like this, please know that you're not alone.

National Domestic Violence Hotline is 800-799-7233. They are open 24/7. Youcan also text too. Please talk to someone and get the help you deserve or possibly help someone. No one, doesn't matter big or small, man or woman deserves to be mistreated or feel like they're in danger in a relationship

National Domestic Violence

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Seong Gi-Hun (Player 456)

Stops arguing with you immediately and realizes what you might think of what he was going to do to you

He knew he changed a lot, but he never thought he would change in ways that would make you scared of him

Reassures you and tells you that he would never even think of hitting you even when he's so upset.

Young-il (Player 001)

Is used to people being intimidated by him, but by you is a different story

Never would want you ever to be afraid of him

Talks to you in a now calmer tone and apologies to you

He holds you close and kisses you, saying that he'll never put his hands on you, or even the thought of doing so would go on his mind

If he only knew of who was responsible for that in the past, he'll kill them

Thanos (Player 230) (I love this GIF of him, ok?)

Is confused at first why you flinch

Then it clicks in his head of why you did so

Were you really thinking that he would hurt you? He thought to himself

Has been hit by his mom before so he understands it all so well

Drops his smart ass, wanting to be right all the time persona and tries to make things with you

Kang Dae-Ho (Player 388)

His heart felt like it broke when he sees you flinching

He thinks you must see him as a monster, just like his dad

Steps back away from you and goes to lock himself away in his room

It seems emotionally immature to do so, but he doesn't want to take a chance to hurt you even if it's a accident

When he calms down, he hugs and cries saying he'll never raise his voice again and he's sorry for ever making you feel afraid of him

Lee Myung-Gi (Player 333)

He knows he has made big mistakes before and tries to fix them

But the action he did towards you, will never leave his mind

He never thought he could be seen as an abuser in a relationship or make you afraid of him

Making you angry or a little sad, he could live with that. But afraid?

It takes all he can to apologize to you without crying, because he doesn't want to lose you or even make you feel like he would put his hands on you

Nam Gyu

Dissociates when he realizes

Takes a few steps back to calm you down

Looks down at his and shakes of the many times you probably had in your mind if he really was going to hurt you

He shakily apologizes to you and his voice trembles that he'll never hurt you and if he does, he doesn't deserve you

Hwang Jun-ho

He's been a police officer long enough to know why you would flinch

He has had calls of domestic abuse/violence especially for women

He drops the argument like nothing and apologizes.

Before hugging you, he would ask you permission

Now he is thinking of whoever made you afraid or flinch, that he'll make them pay

Salesman/Recruiter

His expression is like in the GIF above, shocked for a moment and realizes

He reassures and says to just forget about the argument

Tells you that he would never even think of hitting you. And if he ever does or makes you afraid in any way to leave him right away

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osohchoso · 1 day ago

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Kitten Whiskers

First Time CatDad!Gojo x F!reader

because I can't resist a hot man with a cat

Content: reader works at an animal shelter, no use of y/n, some fluff, sexting, oral (f receiving), fingering, aftercare

CatDad!Gojo who waltzed into the animal shelter 10 minutes before closing time without a care in the world, marching straight up to the desk you were sitting behind and announcing he was here to bring home a furry companion.

CatDad!Gojo who won't take no for an answer when you tell him to come back tomorrow morning, fluttering his long white lashes and sticking out his bottom lip in an adorable pout as he begs. His mouth curling into a satisfied smirk when you finally give into his charms.

CatDad!Gojo who swears he just found his feline twin, a long-haired white kitten with eyes as blue as the sky, one little paw darting out of the cage in an attempt to catch his attention as he passes by.

CatDad!Gojo whose mind is made up the moment you spill the poor little cat’s sob story, all his littermates adopted out, leaving him alone in the shelter. Overlooked by potential families due to his blindness.

CatDad!Gojo who looks a little too cute as his fingers scratch the fluffy chin of his new son, making your heart throb at the sight.

CatDad!Gojo who then proceeds to tell you he doesn't know the first thing about owning a cat after all the adoption paperwork is signed. He listens intently as you explain the basics yet still insists on exchanging numbers in case he needs your help in the future.

CatDad!Gojo who stays up way past midnight texting back and forth as you tell him all about your own pets.

CatDad!Gojo who then asks for a picture of your own kitty, knowing you'll understand that he doesn’t mean a photo of your cat. When you happily oblige, he makes sure to return the favor, snapping a picture of his long fingers wrapped around his girth.

CatDad!Gojo who calls you in a panic the following evening, claiming the cat hasn’t moved all day, requesting you come to his house immediately to check on it. When you arrive, the little white fluffball is curled up in the center of his bed, sound asleep without a single cause for alarm. You begin to suspect that he fabricated the entire situation just to get you to rush over.

CatDad!Gojo who insists you stay a while since you came all this way for nothing, leading you to the couch and finding a movie for the two of you to watch. He offers you a candy from the glass bowl on the coffee table, popping a strawberry-flavored one into his own mouth.

CatDad!Gojo who has his lips pressed to yours in the next second, his hands soft as they caress your warm cheeks and his tongue sweet as it seeks dominance inside your mouth.

CatDad!Gojo who kisses a path down your neck to your collarbone, peppering your skin in gentle love bites that have you gasping for more.

CatDad!Gojo who is now on his knees in front of you, sliding the skirt of your dress up further and further until it’s bunched around your waist. Cock twitching in his pants as his lips press tender pecks to your clothed cunt, tasting the arousal seeping through.

CatDad!Gojo who peers up at you with his glacial blue stare, watching the rise and fall of your breasts as you anticipate his next move. His slender fingers hooking around the band of your underwear and tossing it aside.

CatDad!Gojo who starts with feather-light licks, the tip of his tongue just barely dipping into your heat, not fully giving in until you're begging. Your hips bucking against his face in attempt to take matters into your own hands, pleading him to give you more.

CatDad!Gojo whose tongue is now plunging deep inside as he devours you, deciding he prefers your rich flavor to any other sweet he could have.

CatDad!Gojo who tries to ignore the throbbing underneath his boxers when he hears the way you purr “Satoru”. His tongue circling your sensitive bud as he pumps two long fingers in rapid succession.

CatDad!Gojo who hums when he sucks on your puffy clit, sending vibrations running through your whole body, his fingers curling against the sweet spot and transforming you into a trembling mess.

CatDad!Gojo who didn’t care that you were practically suffocating him as you clench your thighs around his head, nails clawing at the scalp hidden beneath his snow-white hair while you mewl his name, completely lost in pleasure.

CatDad!Gojo who laps up every drop of your release, eyes locked with yours as his tongue swirls around the fingers that were inside you only moments ago.

CatDad!Gojo who is so gentle afterwards, using soft touches to clean you up once you came down from the high. Offering you something to drink and a change of clothes before wrapping a blanket around both of you on the couch.

CatDad!Gojo who is happy as can be, nose nuzzling the crook of your neck as he snakes his arms around you, holding you close to him. A flash of white fur catches his eye as the tiny kitten leaps into your lap, little paws kneading on your thigh before finally settling in for another nap.

CatDad!Gojo who sneaks another kiss on your cheek, finding it cute how quickly you drifted to sleep in his embrace. Smiling to nobody but himself as he realizes you already have him wrapped around your finger.

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comflexxed · 1 day ago

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as they walked, sunny’s chatter about peachy filled the spaces between their steps. june found himself listening with a quiet sort of appreciation, noting how easily she opened up around him, how seamlessly she’d let him into her world. it wasn’t something he took lightly, and the thought brought an ache of gratitude to his chest. when hans addressed him, june turned his attention back him, the words bringing a flicker of amusement to his face. “oh, you’re coming to get me, huh?” he teased, tilting his head slightly.

reaching the house felt like hitting a bittersweet pause. the warmth of their evening lingered, but the distance that came with parting loomed just ahead. when hans released his hand, the absence of it was immediate, like stepping out of a sunbeam into the cold. june shoved his free hand into his coat pocket, trying to keep the chill at bay as he looked at the door, then back to hans.

“yeah. i’ll be fine,” he assured softly, his voice steady but carrying a hint of reluctance. “it’s not far, and the walk will give me time to think.” he smiled faintly, his gaze settling on hans’ for a lingering moment.

but the smile didn’t last long before it turned into something quieter, more contemplative. “it’s always hard to leave when it feels this... right,” june admitted, the words slipping out before he could think to hold them back. he glanced toward sunny, who was now preoccupied with talking to peachy through the door, her giggles a welcome contrast to the ache in his chest.

with a deep breath, he stepped back, forcing himself to loosen the invisible thread that tied him to the warmth of hans and sunny. “you two have a good night,” he said, his voice quieter now, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate intimacy of the moment. “and tell peachy to save some stories for next time, okay?”

he began to turn, but his steps were slow, reluctant, the weight of their evening settling on his shoulders like the coming snow.

sunny giggled in response to june’s question, an enthusiastic nod making waves on her hair in pigtails as she moved. hans felt that familiar feeling of gratefulness knowing sunny and june got along together, that he would not have to worry about that part at all.

“movie tonight?” sunny asked curiously, her eyes bouncing back and forth between june and hans as she waited for an answer.

hans gave a brief look in june’s direction before speaking for the both of them, the responsibility of being a father outweighing what he wanted for himself. “not tonight, sunny bear. i bet peachy is getting sleepy. but we’ll check the weather and see when we can have movie night, hm?” the weight of his answer felt even heavier, more important, with his hand holding june’s.

sunny gave a slight pout before nodding slowly, talking about peachy the rest of the way as they resumed their walk. hans felt grateful for that little frame that housed so much grace, so much understanding, that sometimes he felt he didn’t deserve it.

turning to june, he cleared his throat before speaking again. “so, we should keep an eye out on the weather. i’m coming to get you as soon as they say it’s time for snow,” he said with a mixture of excitement and warmth. “this will be a winter full of fun—something we all need, probably,” he added.

they had reached the end of their walk now, the house greeting them with the warmth it promised within its walls. hans reluctantly let go of june’s hand, the warmth that it provided being missed already. “here we are,” he said softly, his tone tinged with longing. “will you be okay going home?”

#[ 04 ] ─ * teacher verse { you light my way }

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peterm4rker · 1 day ago

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from the rooftops || m.l

twenty four. mark fucking lee

🕸🕷✮⋆˙ wc. 0.7k w. curse words ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

sometimes in life things just click.

like when you hear a part of a gossip you were missing and everything suddenly makes sense, or when you remember the name of something hours after thinking about it.

or when you hear spiderman answer your question in a way that no one but mark lee would.

it was november 13th, the day was beautiful with clear and sunny skies. kids ran around the park and laughter filled the air. everything was absolutely perfect.

you had everything ready to take action on your little detective plan as you both sat on your usual spot on the ground of the park, where was telling you one of his many stories for the new article. you noticed the stiffness of his body almost immediately after he got there, when he greeted you with the most awkward handshake you had ever been a part of. he completely lacked his usual relaxed and fun demeanor, and it was making your job harder and easier at the same time. maybe he was trying hard to hide who he was now that he knew he had fumbled a couple days prior, or maybe he had just woken up in a bad mood. whatever it was, it would end up playing an enormous part on the pieces of the puzzle moving slowly into place, preparing a picture of a face you had grown to know a little too well.

you did everything you could to make him feel more comfortable so he could let himself go, just so he could give you something, anything that would help you finally figure out what you so desperately wanted to know.

it wasn’t that you wanted to know for any evil reasons like you were sure that many did, but you needed to know if the boy you were madly in love with was putting his life in danger every single day.

you asked questions and said funny comments, looking to elicit some type of reaction from him. slowly, he let his walls down as he always ended up doing around you. his hands began to move around as he articulated his words, his voice got more excited and giggles started to allow themselves to escape out of his lips.

and then it happened, the moment where everything clicked.

“and after that i went to go get ice cream to the parlor close to the river” he commented as he ended his story, letting out a small chuckle.

“ouh, fire?” you asked, without even realizing that you had just set yourself up for success.

“flames” he answered casually, almost out of instinct, causing your eyes to widen slightly.

no.

fucking.

way.

“i’m glad, i’ll have to go get some there. i’ve never had it.” you said quickly, trying your hardest to hide the emotion in your voice.

“it’s so good, also pretty cheap, but they give it to me for free because i once stopped a guy from setting the store on fire” he commented with a small laugh, and you felt utterly stupid.

how had you not realized after all this time? how could you not hear the voice that clouded your dreams behind that (now very obvious) voice changer? how had you not noticed that his laugh was way too beautiful to belong to anyone but mark? how had you not connected the dots earlier? every time he said one of the silly things he could come up with, every time he made the hand gestures you had seen him do so many times without the mask on. every time that he had made your heart flutter like only one person had ever done.

mark fucking lee.

“you okay there, yn?” the too robotic sounding voice asked as the man in front of you, mark, tilted his head in curiosity.

“yeah, sorry, i zoned out” you chuckled “but go on, i’m paying attention now” you urged. you had never thanked your mother so much for making you take those drama classes when you were younger more than in that moment.

“don’t worry, i was just saying that the chocolate ice cream there is bomb…” he continued talking, immersed in his own world to notice the way your lips quivered upwards as you watched him.

click.

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bestalbertcamuslover · 2 days ago

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A ring

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✯ pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none ✯

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Seb and her relationship had always been something on and off, mostly because they were both immersed in their respective careers. Every time they came back to each other, it felt like picking up from where they left off—very familiar, very cozy—and every time, it felt like it was definitive. Yet, the distance always told a different story.

The restaurant was elegant but not stuffy, the kind of place where the lighting made everything and everyone look a little more beautiful. Seb was leaning back in his chair, gesturing animatedly as he recounted a story from his time at home in Switzerland.

“So, I’m out shoveling the driveway after this ridiculous snowfall—we’re talking snow up to my knees—and my neighbor comes out with this tiny electric snowblower,” he said, grinning.

She chuckled, already intrigued. “Okay, I’m picturing it. What happens next?”

“I’m halfway done, and he’s barely cleared a meter in front of his house,” Seb continued, his voice full of mock indignation. “Then the thing jams, and he just stands there, staring at it, like it’s going to fix itself. Meanwhile, I’m over here with my shovel, basically winning the neighborhood Olympics.”

She burst out laughing, covering her mouth. “Wait, you’re telling me you, Sebastian Vettel, couldn’t help yourself and turned driveway shoveling into a competition?”

He shrugged, trying to look innocent. “What can I say? I like to win.”

“Did you help him, or did you just smugly finish first and leave him there with his broken snowblower?”

“I helped,” he said, pretending to be offended. “I’m not a monster! Though I did make a joke about how sometimes manual tools are better than fancy machines. He didn’t laugh.”

She shook her head, still laughing. “Of course you did. I can see his face now.”

Seb grinned, watching her with that familiar mix of amusement and fondness. He reached out, catching her hand as she absentmindedly toyed with the simple ring on her middle finger.

“What’s this one?” he asked, his thumb brushing over the cool metal.

“It’s nothing special,” she said, her tone softening. “Just something my mom gave me years ago. I’ve worn it ever since.”

Seb didn’t respond immediately, his focus entirely on her hand. He slipped the ring off her finger, turning it over between his own.

“Seb…” she said, her voice curious and a little teasing.

“Relax,” he murmured, sliding the ring back on—but not onto her middle finger. Instead, he placed it deliberately on her left hand, the one meant for promises and forever.

She blinked, her laughter fading as she glanced down at the ring, now resting on her fourth finger.

He didn’t say anything, just met her gaze with a steady, playful glint in his eyes, daring her to respond.

Her lips curved into a soft, lopsided smile, the kind that hinted at emotions she wasn’t ready to name. “You know that’s not where it goes,” she said quietly.

“I know,” he replied, his voice low and even. His thumb brushed over the ring, now snug against her finger. “But I’d like it to be someday.”

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✯ authors note: I was listening to ttpd and I literally thought that moment was too cute to not make a story about inspired on that moment.

English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3

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twobitsblade · 2 days ago

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Hi! Can you write a story about Dally teasing / messing with a shy female reader who is super jumpy and gets blushy easily? I can picture him jumping out at her to scare her or tease her with tickling knowing it makes her blush. Idk just some suggestions :) thanks!

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written by @ twobitsblade

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dallas “dally” winston was many things: handsome, a gangster, somewhat of a jerk, but most importantly, he was yours. and today was just another small day that solidified that—your 1st-year anniversary! you and dallas’s relationship had been smooth overall, except for the occasional argument. you were walking to the local diner to meet him there, although you knew he’d probably take his sweet time because, according to him, “oh for god’s sake, woman, i’ve got stuff to do.”

you were on your way when all of a sudden, you heard a loud, ear-piercing shriek, causing you to jump backward and drop all your school materials onto the sopping wet concrete. when you turned to face the sound, you immediately tasted something sugary in your mouth. you turned to see a grinning dallas winston. you giggled as you ran toward him, beginning to playfully pound your fists against his chest.

“aw, dally, you scared me!” you said, your breathing still slightly uneven.

“i know, sugar. i saw that,” he grinned, wrapping his forearms around your neck and pulling you to his chest. it felt more like an affectionate chokehold rather than a hug, but what could you do? you weren’t taking it too seriously because, why should you? you knew that if any supplies were seriously damaged, he’d just steal more for you.

you both walked into the diner and sat down in a booth the color of cherries. soon, the waitress, an older woman in her mid-thirties, approached, and you began to order the usual: two vanilla milkshakes, two burgers, and one large fry, which dallas would scarf down and you’d peck at. as you were ordering, his hands suddenly reached your waist, causing you to let out a sharp sound that was a mix of a giggle and a yelp. everyone in the restaurant turned to look at you. amidst the embarrassment and your face turning a pale pink,

you felt dallas’s head rest on your shoulder, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, your heart still going a mile a minute from the way people were staring at you a moment ago. finishing your order, you waited for the waitress to leave before resting your head on the table.

“oh, god, you’re something else, winston.”

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tofics · 18 hours ago

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🫠🫠 Oh how the plot thickens!!!

Seems like nasty runs in the Miller genes here. (And I'm totally here for it.) Wonder what's gonna happen if Joel finds out Tommy's sick too...? 👀 If he is, of course. With how locked up Joel keeps her in the house, I wouldn't be surprised if her immune system simply isn't used to shit.

I also think you did a fantastic job of showing just how good exactly Joel is at blurring the lines between what's okay and what isn't. The never ending reminder that everything he does for (and to) her, he does out of love. And obviously, love is a good thing, right? So if it's done out of love, even if it hurts or is uncomfortable, surely it's still a good thing in the long run.

No wonder the reader's got a massive case of Stockholm Syndrome for dark Joel daddy.

But! We finally get a deeper glance at her emotional turmoil!

You’ve told Joel that before, that you feel used when he does things like this to you. He says he understands, but it’s not supposed to feel good. It’s a punishment. It’s discipline, and he disciplines you out of love. He loves you, pumpkin.

!!! A+++ gaslighting on Joel's part. Oh, this feels uncomfortable? You don't like this? You're feeling exactly how you're supposed to under normal circumstances? But baby, don't you know, I'm doing this for you. Out of love.

Not to mention that this notion immediately becomes reinforced when Joel notices that she was, in fact, telling the truth, and begins giving her a big fat portion of lovingly being doted on. You write it so well that even I am almost inclined to forget how bad his abuse is. I mean, look at him! Apologizing, making sure she's comfortable in PJ's and extra blankets, even allowing more screen time although he had lots to say about how bad it was for her just moments ago. Isn't he just the sweetest?

Again, hats off to you for capturing these two sides of Joel so well, perfectly demonstrating what a master manipulator Joel is.

And on top of that, the extremely fascinating moment where he realizes that oh shit, she was telling the truth and immediately regrets his punishment?!?! And doesn't just regret it, but begins tearing up over it!!! Like all the physical and mental bruises he's left on her previously are fine because they were justified in his mind, but now? Where he accidentally caused her harm in a moment where she didn't deserve it in his eyes? He's absolutely heartbroken. My god that's so fucked up. I love it.

Like, hell yeah, he'll leave you outside rotting with a broken leg for an extra day if it means you won't try escaping yet again, but God forbid he hurts you unintentionally. How fucked up you are, dark daddy Joel Miller.

Love love love love looooooved this chapter!!!! If you're still planning on turning this into a series where you show how this duo came to be, I think this chapter is a perfect indicator that you very much have what it takes to make the background story as dark and thrilling and exciting as it deserves to be. You are SO good at capturing all the awful and wonderful moments of their relationship, perfectly demonstrating how easily the good can cancel out the bad and how much of a mindfuck that can be.

Thank you for this!!! Once more, outstanding work! 🥰💓

Throat Coat

Joel doesn’t make your sore throat feel better, but he does make it worse.

Tags - smut, one shot, dark daddy!joel, rough blow job, facefucking, deep throating, cum swallowing, kissing, hitting/swatting, dubcon, daddy kink, dd/lg dynamics, thick n girthy (legal + unspecified) age gap, controlling!joel, Joel is all mean and grumpy and short with you, sexy comforting father figure!Joel, Joel feels guilty for hurting you and cries a little, so he babies you and you milk it just a little. you deserve it. hurt/comfort, dark fluff, non-graphic descriptions of illness (sore throat + strep), tommy makes an appearance...planting some seeds here... ;) 3.6k words A/N - heddo! if you're sick rn I’m hugging you. And if you’re not sick, you will be and I’ll hug you then too. Wash your fuckin' hands ya beautiful freaks

“Set the table f’me, pumpkin.”

Joel’s voice is low as he watches you slowly get up from where you sit on the couch, pausing in place to no-doubt roll your eyes before shuffling toward the kitchen. You don’t look right - you’re dragging your feet and your eyes are droopy, there’s a big pout on your lips. Shoulders are slouched forward like you’ve been carrying the weight of the world upon them. Brows knit in some kind of upset as you move lazily, and Joel’s jaw ticks as you let the cabinets slam shut instead of closing them gently, like he’s asked you to do.

After setting the plates and the forks down at yours and Joel’s respective seats at the dinner table, you fill two glasses with water, bumping into Joel and splashing him as you move through the kitchen. “Hey - watch where you’re goin’, kid,” he gruffs, shaking his head as he bites his inner cheek in frustration. He narrows his eyes at the way you don’t say anything. There’s no sorry, no excuse me. Joel makes a note of this. “Gonna be one of those nights, huh,” he grumbles.

You’re sulking in your chair now, making no effort to even glance at Joel as he brings the hot dishes to the table. Arms crossed, eyes fixed on the wood grain. Joel serves you first, a large helping of green beans and potatoes, an even larger helping of chicken. “I can already tell just by lookin’ at ya that you ain’t eaten enough protein today,” he grumbles, eyeing you. “Gonna be a peach for me, aren’t ya?”

“Mm,” you hum, the noncommittal noise dripping with defiance. You hate when he reads you like this. His unique ability to pinpoint your mood or your attitude, your state of being. Uncovering the things you seek to hide. Joel knows you better than you know yourself in some ways, and it’s as infuriating as it is validating at times. He understands you, all of you, and he’s always there, filling in the gaps of what you don’t tell him. You can’t get anything past Joel.

Joel serves himself next and begins eating, shoveling bite after bite into his mouth. He’d worked up quite a fierce appetite today, spending his time shoveling snow and doing other arduous housework while you sneakily evaded your own chores. You poke a little at your food with your fork, scraping the metal along the porcelain while ultimately deciding that you don’t want to eat. You push your plate away and lay your head down in your arms on the table.

Joel’s hand lands firmly on your bicep. “Nuh-uh. You sit up at the table. What’s the matter with you?”

You groan as you reluctantly pull your body up, head throbbing with the action like a heartbeat. You can feel blood pumping in your face, a pressure behind your eyes and nose and forehead so awful you feel like your face could melt right off. “M’not hungry,” you grumble, voice thick with discomfort.

“Oh, I don’t believe that for a second. Yes, you fuckin’ are,” Joel says, spearing a green bean with his fork. “I know you are, so don’t even try it. You’re gonna eat, ‘cause I already know what’s gonna happen: s’gonna be bedtime and you’re gonna be whinin’ ‘bout how your stomach hurts ‘cause you didn’t eat enough at dinner and who’s gonna have to fix you somethin’?”

“No one,” you mutter.

“Me,” Joel corrects, without missing a beat as he shoots you a warning glare. “Now you get to it. An’ I wantcha eatin’ everything that’s green on that plate, do you understand me?”

“Fine,” you sigh, dragging your plate back towards you. You pick up your fork but instead of actually eating, you just maneuver the food around on the plate a little. The green beans are cut into smaller bites, potatoes shoveled into a neat little pile. The occasional scraping sound your fork makes against the porcelain makes you wince, but you ignore it. Just killing time.

Joel serves himself a second plate of food, fork hovering over his plate when he pauses and notices that you’ve still not touched yours. “What’d I tell you? Or are ya waitin’ to eat it cold?”

You shrug, earning another cold look from Joel. He doesn’t like when you waste your food, and his patience is wearing thin. “I just don’t feel so good,” you tell him, sniffling softly. Your throat’s been scratchy all day, and you can’t breathe too well. You feel awful.

Joel drops his fork and leans forward, chair creaking with his shifting weight. He presses a calloused hand against your forehead, and the added pressure actually soothes your throbbing pain, just for a moment. His fingers travel down your face and with practiced ease, he presses two fingers just under your jaw, feeling your lymph nodes. “Feel fine t’me,” he says, pulling back.

Not the response you were looking for. “Daddy…” you whine, elongating the word in a bid for his sympathy.

“Mhm,” Joel hums, a knowing lilt to his tone. You claim to be sick a lot when you’re simply dehydrated or attempting to get out of something. “Heard this one before,” he says, leaning back in his chair, arms crossing over his broad chest. “You’re not pullin’ one over on me. I know you, pumpkin.”

“I’m serious,” you argue.

“So am I. Drink your water f’ya feel so bad. That’s your problem, sweetheart, you’re never drinkin’ enough water. I tell ya a hundred times a day to hydrate yourself.”

“B-”

“M’not havin’ this argument,” Joel cuts in, voice firm. He’s right, too. Nine times out of ten you’re poorly hydrated, which is usually the reason for when you feel like crap. Dehydration is certainly playing a role today, too, as much as you hate to admit it. “Drink.” He snaps and points to your glass, watching how you roll your eyes as you take it, just to needle him a little. “And adjust that fuckin’ attitude a’ yours, ‘fore I adjust it for you. S’that what you want?”

“No,” you mumble into your glass. You drink about half the water, then set the glass down and stare at Joel pointedly.

“Keep goin’. Drink it all, kiddo,” Joel urges gently, taking himself down a notch as his voice loses its edge. You obey him, finishing the glass. “Good girl.” You smile a little, just a momentary little curve of your lips. The praise feels good. For as stern as he can be, Joel is quick to let go of anger. Patient, to a point. But not always. “Bet you’re feelin better already, aren’t ya?”

“No,” you whine, though Joel is right that the water helped. Can’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing that, though. “I still feel like shit.”

“Watch the language,” Joel scolds, anger renewed. “Y’feel like shit ‘cause you’re runnin’ yourself ragged. You’re tired. Spendin’ too much time watchin’ that goddamn TV. And I know you’ve been sneakin’ down here to watch it after bedtime. Did it last night too, didn’t ya?”

“N-”

“Don’t even try it,” Joel bites, his glare pinning you in place. A warning.

“Yeah…I did,” you admit. He’s right again. “But I’m serious, Joel, I really don’t feel good.”

“Tough,” he says, no sympathy in his tone. “Let it be a lesson to ya. Take care of yourself and you won’t feel so bad. Now you quit your cryin’, sit up straight, and eat your damn food, or so help me god I’ll shove somethin’ else down your throat of yours. S’your last warning,” he adds as he stares you down. Eyes still fixed on you, he raises his brow and points at you, “Don’t make this a bad night, now, pumpkin.”

“You’re not f- you’re not listening,” you seethe, frustration bubbling over. You plant your elbows on the table and bury your head in your hands to stand your ground, refusing to back down. It’s his short temperedness to your stubbornness, your oppositional defiance. Things work out better for you when you listen to him, and you know this. But you can’t help yourself but to buck him anyway. Joel always tells you that he gives you an inch and you take a mile.

“Oh, s’that’s how we’re doin’ this?” Joel snaps, and you’re in for it now. “Fine.” He grabs you by the forearm in a bruising grip and yanks you out of your chair, forcing you over the table. “Go ‘head, keep fuckin’ testing. Watch what happens.” He pulls down your pants and panties unceremoniously, giving you less than a moment’s notice before he smacks your ass, hard. His large hand on your head, pressing your face into the wood so hard that the pattern of the grain will be imprinted on your cheek. You cry out as he slaps your flesh, each hit worse than the last. He leaves you bruised and raw by the end of it, sniffling as the sting bites your skin. Usually he rubs you to soothe the ache...

…But not tonight. Tonight, Joel pushes you to the ground, knees scraping on the hardwood floor as he drags you where he wants you. Eyes wide, mouth open as your bottom lip wobbles. Joel palms his growing erection, momentarily massaging himself over his jeans before unbuckling his belt. He tosses it on the ground, that metallic clanging sound piercing your ears. He unzips his jeans next and pushes them just enough down his thighs to free his cock, fully hardened now. He holds it menacingly between his thumb and his first two fingers, heavy balls sitting above the waistband of his boxers.

Joel reaches forward and tangles a hand in your hair, looping his fingers around the strands to pull them tight. “Open,” he barks. You part your lips a little, and Joel fits the thick, blunt head of his cock between them. “That ain’t enough,” he says, slapping the tip against your bottom lip. “Wider. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

After you open your mouth wider for him, Joel begins sliding himself down your throat. He’s met with a little resistance as you pull back, wrapping your hand around the base of him in attempt to temper the force of which he fucks your mouth with. Joel slaps your cheek, “Don’t,” he warns, and pulls your hand away.

He forces himself down your throat entirely, the hand on the back of your head keeping you still even as you gag and choke on his cock. You’re panicked, pulling back but Joel holds you firmly, unwavering in his strength. “Stay,” he says. “You’re fine. Breathe through your nose.”

You open your jaw and your throat, surrendering to it as Joel begins fucking your mouth, drawing in and out of your mouth inch by inch. Tensing up makes it worse, makes it hit you harder. He tastes salty today, smells headier than usual. His graying patch of pubic hair scratches your nose, and if he fucks your face any harsher it’ll rub your skin raw.

Joel grunts loudly, growling your name and a series of words that he doesn’t let you say. None of it feels pleasant for you, not that you can vocalize that. His cock’s down your throat, further irritating what’s already scratchy and sore. You feel so…used.

Joel fucks your mouth with abandon, and you can’t control those choking, gurgling noises you make. Drooling all down his shaft, down his balls. Your eyes start to water before you cry freely, not that Joel cares. “Cry all ya want,” he grunts, and you whine in discomfort. Joel ignores that.

You have to hold his twitching, meaty thighs for stability as he moves your head back and forth on his cock repeatedly, clutching him tightly. Your jaw aches with the ferocity of how he moves, ferocity that borders on violence.

“Look at me,” Joel pants. “Look at Daddy.”

He strokes your cheek tenderly for a moment, a brief reminder that he loves you, even if it hurts sometimes. Still fucking your face, Joel reaches between his legs and cups his balls, squeezing them a little as your throat pulses around his length, tongue massaging that thick vein that climbs the underside of his cock. “Almost there, pumpkin. Be good for Daddy. Stay like that,” he groans, signaling release is near.

You whimper as his cock twitches in your mouth, and with a few more hard, deep thrusts, Joel feels that warm, sticky feeling. His balls tighten, his muscles tense and release as he lets out a deep, guttural groan, pulling out of your throat to paint your tongue in his come. “Swallow it,” he instructs softly, pulling back the rest of the way. A bit of come spills down your lips and onto your chin.

Joel’s chest heaves with heavy breaths, watching you swallow his load. Your cheeks are hot and sweaty, hairline damp with glittering sweat. Joel drops to his knees then, joints cracking while sinking to your level. He pushes his stray come past your swollen lips, “Lemme see,” he says. “Show me that tongue, pumpkin.”

It’s routine. You always take what Joel gives you, always. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, and that’s when Joel sees it. The angry redness, the swollenn tissue, the white sores on the back of your throat. His breath catches, a quiet gasp escaping him as his face softens in an instant. He whispers, voice thick with guilt, “Oh shit, kid. Fuck. You weren’t lyin’.”

“Told you, Daddy,” you reply, feeling both hurt and validated.

Joel nods, clenching his jaw as regret floods his face. “Yeah, you did,” he murmurs, guilt filling every corner of his mind. You really did tell him, and you told him multiple times. “Did I make it worse?” he whispers, holding your face in both of his hands, rough thumbs caressing your skin as his eyes search yours. Hesitant to answer, you pull away from his gaze.

“You can tell the truth,” he urges, and his voice is both soft and insistent. “You won’t be in trouble. Cross my heart, baby girl.”

You pause. Finally, you admit it. “...Yes,” you whisper.

Joel’s face crumples. “Daddy’s so sorry, kiddo.” His voice cracks. “I really am. I shoulda listened to ya. C’mere, pumpkin.” His hands fall to your shoulders before he pulls you into a tight hug, and it takes you no time at all to hug him back just as tightly. This is all you wanted - his warmth, his comfort.

After holding you there on the kitchen floor for a while, Joel sniffles and presses kisses to the top of your head, one after another. “With me,” he says, and his voice sounds thick. He doesn’t let you see the tears he wipes away as he leads you to the upstairs bathroom.

Joel sits you down gently on the lidded toilet, opens the bathroom vanity and pulls out an old Walgreens thermometer, the once-bright red paint all but worn off. He washes it with soap and hot water, then brings it to your mouth. “Open up,” he says, cradling your jaw tenderly in his hand. “Goes under your tongue.”

You open your mouth and lift your tongue, wincing when Joel slides the thermometer into place. “Ow,” you whine. “You poked me.”

“I apologize. Was an accident, baby,” Joel murmurs, adjusting the thermometer. “Close your mouth and keep it there a minute.”

You wait in silence as the device takes your temperature, and it makes a quiet, rhythmic beep when it’s done. Joel pulls it from your mouth and squints, jaw dropping a little as he reads the tiny number on the tiny screen. “Shit,” he mumbles. “Lemme see your throat again.” You open your mouth wide for Joel, and he tilts your head back and faces you toward the light so he can better see, a worried furrow in his brow. “Mmm…m’wonderin’ f’ya don’t have strep throat,” he says with concern. “We’ll keep an eye on it, though. You tell me if you start to feel worse, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Joel eyes you, wondering how you could’ve caught something like this under his watch, especially when he’s not been sick lately. “How’d you get sick, huh? Been sneakin’ outta the house? Got yourself a boyfriend you ain’t tellin’ me about?”

“No,” you insist, and Joel doesn’t fight you hard on it. It was mostly a joke anyway.

“Maybe Uncle Tommy brought it in when he stopped over to check on ya the other night,” Joel says. And he might be right. You don’t have a secret boyfriend you’ve been kissing, but…

Uncle Tommy did visit not so long ago. Joel was on an overnight patrol shift and had felt nervous leaving you home alone, as he so often does. He’d asked Tommy to swing by to check up on you.

It was late when he entered through the back door, walking in on you curled up on the couch, a romance novel in your hands. Joel says he knows what goes on in those books and doesn’t like you reading them. You gasped, “Fuck, Uncle Tommy!”

Tommy wore that disarming smile of his. “Language,” he chastised, with no real anger in his tone. You scrambled to get back upstairs, but Tommy waved his hand. “Ain’t gonna rat you out,” he said, taking a seat next to you. His eyes twinkled as they dropped to your book, “Whatcha reading?”

“Nothing.” You shrunk under his curious gaze.

“Mm-hmm,” he smirked, taking the book out of your hands to inspect the cover. “This certainly ain’t nothin’.”

“I know, but–”

“You’re not in trouble.”

Tommy smiled kindly at you, dark eyes sparkling and warm. You’ve always found him handsome, handsome like Joel. Pretty in the same ways, age softening his features. You like his freckles, his long, black hair.

“M’just checkin’ in. Don’t get to see enough of ya, you know that?”

“I guess,” you said quietly, looking down at the pages of your book. You always have a hard time looking at him. He’s so…something about him feels like trouble. He makes you breathe funny, but not in a bad way. Not always.

Tommy tilted your face up then, ran the back of his knuckle across your cheekbone. “Whatcha shy for?”

You didn’t know what to say. Tommy knew the truth and chuckled, kissed your cheek to make you even more bashful. “S’okay f’ya got a crush,” he whispered, tracing your lips. Tommy kissed you then, just a small one. Just to hear you gasp and feel you squirm, that little moan you let slip as he stole the breath right from your lungs.

“I’m not supposed to–”

“I know, I know. You ain’t supposed to do this, not supposed to do that. Your daddy’s got you on a tight fuckin’ leash, sweetheart,” Tommy said, caressing the side of your face. “But I ain’t gonna tell your old man nothin’. An’ you don’t need’a tell him nothin’ either, hm? Joel doesn’t need to know everything that goes on with you, honey. S’okay to keep things secret, sometimes.”

“I still want you eatin’ something tonight,” Joel tells you, tucking the thermometer away. “I’ll heat up some soup. Will you have a couple of bites?”

You shake your head, pouting. “But I already said I’m not hungry.”

“I know,” Joel replies softly. “But ya gotta eat. Please, kiddo? Bet it’ll make your throat feel better. Do it for me, pumpkin.” Joel pokes your face a little, flutters his fingers around your neck and chin, tickling you. Teasing. It makes you giggle.

“Stop!” you laugh, pushing his hand away. “Fine. I’ll eat.”

“Attagirl,” Joel says.

He tells you to get changed into pajamas and downstairs, to get comfortable on the couch. Put on whatever dumb, girly movie or show you want on the TV. You follow orders, and Joel meets you downstairs with extra pillows and blankets clutched under his armpits. He makes you nice and cozy, then heads for the kitchen to clean up and prepare you that soup, which’ll be lighter on your stomach and easier on your throat. It’s just a matter of heating it up, as it’s jarred and ready to eat. Simple veggies and broth.

Joel sits next to you on the couch and feeds you a spoonful, your favorite bowl in his hands. You love the little pattern on it, chili peppers dancing on the porcelain. You wince upon taking the first bite, “Too hot,” you complain.

“Then I’ll blow on it.”

Joel blows on each bite of soup as he feeds you, the warm broth soothing your burning throat and clearing up your sinuses. “Thank you.”

“One more bite,” he tells you. “Last one.”

“You said that last time.”

Joel smiles. “Think I’d remember sayin’ somethin’ like that, pumpkin. One more, now.” You finish the last bite of soup, then roll your eyes when Joel gives you a new glass of water to drink. “I know. Your old man’s the worst, ain’t he?”

“He is,” you mumble, but you take the drink anyway. Joel seems pleased, happy. He tells you that you can stay up late tonight so long as you rest tomorrow, but you don’t make it past 8:30, asleep in his lap as he strokes your hair and listens to your rhythmic breathing.

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obito-in-disguise · 18 hours ago

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Husband Megumi x germaphobe reader.

Megumi glances down at your hands, cold from your shower. He takes one of them in his own, interlocking his fingers with yours and slowly rubbing them between his palms to warm them up.

“Why do you always take so long in there...and you always have the water freezing cold too” he grumbles, his warm hands working against yours.

You smile at his sweet gesture, ignoring the sass in his tone. "Thank you gumi"

He gives you a stern look before ultimately cracking a small smile back.

Raising your hand to his lips, he blows warm air onto your skin, rubbing gently to bring some life back into them. He knows you’re a germaphobe, and using his mouth probably isn’t your idea of hygienic, but he doesn’t really care in the moment.

You watch him blow air from his mouth unto your hands, making a face subconsciously.

He sees the scrunched up look on your face and chuckles, knowing exactly why you're doing that.

“What? worried I’m gonna infect you with my cooties? You do know we're married right? we're enshrined into each other now, I kiss you all the time, I've been inside y-”

"Christ gumi!" you cut him off, mortified. He was so reserved in public, but in private? had no inhibitions when it came to saying the wildest things.

He laughs, your reaction so entertaining to him. You still got so embarrassed, despite how long you’d been together. He releases your hands, crossing his over his chest.

“What? I’m just saying what’s true. I do all of those things to you and you’re worried about me breathing on your hand? Come on”

You huff, unclenching and clenching your now warmed hands. "I know, I know...it's more of a psychological thing"

He hums in mock understanding, letting his mind wander to all the silly rules you'd set throughout the course of your relationship.

No eating from the same silverware. No drinking from the same cup. No putting of eachother's dirty clothes together. He hadn’t seen someone so adamant about not sharing anything with anyone before.

“We’re supposed to be sharing everything. You’re just ridiculous. Why the hell can’t you eat with the same fork I just ate off of?”

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself before shouting at the top of your lungs. "A MILLIMETER OF SALIVA CONTAINS A 100 MILLION BACTERIA"

He doesn’t miss a beat, mirroring your volume. "WE GO TO POUNDTOWN EVERYNIGHT, THAT IS THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES"

You can't stop the giggles that escape your lips as you immediately jump to slap a hand over his mouth, you had neighbours.

He chuckles too, prying your hand off to continue embarrassing you. "We do far worse things than sharing silverware!"

You laugh harder "That's different!"

He rolls his eyes, deciding to humor you. "Pray tell, how is it different?"

"Going to poundtown is an in the moment thing..." you explains ridiculously.

Megumi doubles over with laughter, the sheer absurdity of your logic breaking him completely. He can never handle the things that come out of your mouth sometimes. They're just so bizarre.

“What the hell, I can’t even argue with that”

"That's right" you grin triumphantly. You hold up your finger as you begin to lecture him.

"You see Fushiguro, when we...get down, I don't have time to think about how much bacteria we're swapping." You shudder "but when we're eating?!! there's all the time in the world!"

He scoffs, shaking his head. He found your reaction to the very thought of sharing silverware with him, your husband, completely baffling.

“What a load of bullshit" he deadpans.

His eyes are filled with fondness as he watches you throw your head back and laugh at that, with that smile that always sends his heart racing.

Your germaphobe shenanigans were the bane of his existence but there was no one he would rather share the rest of his life with, your silly quirks and all.

oh how I love to daydream about married life, don't disappoint me universe 🤞🏻

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oneshotnewbie · 22 hours ago

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Can you write me a fanfic where Emily Prentiss asks why Reader never talks about her family and Reader tells her. Emily is just sitting there, keeping you in her arms and not saying anything because she doesn't know what to say?

Authors note: I changed your request a little to fit my story. I hope that's okay. Other than that, not really well written because I was in a rush. Sorry!

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The tension lifted from the air in the Behavioral Analysis Unit and a feeling of relief flowed through the entire team as they had once again successfully solved a case that had threatened the life of an innocent child.

Dr. Spencer Reid was already back at his desk full of documents, his eyes focused on the pages in front of him. His fingers glided over the keyboard of his laptop as he checked the final details of the report. Next to him sat Penelope Garcia, also typing on her keyboard with flying fingers, reconciling the final technical details of the case in order to complete her report as well.

At the other end of the room sat Special Agent Derek Morgan, his demeanor calm and collected as a soft clink of metal on metal rang out as he disassembled his weapon and cleaned it. Beside him stood Emily Prentiss, watching Derek with her arms folded and a thoughtful expression on her face.

As the team tried to calm down and recover from the adrenaline, Jennifer Jareau returned to the room, followed by a couple with immediate quick steps. A bright smile graced her face as she approached the team. "They're here," the blonde said quietly, her voice filled with joy and relief.

All eyes immediately turned to the couple standing next to JJ. They were the parents of the missing child who the team had successfully found and rescued as part of their case. The worry and fear of the past few days had left deep marks on their faces, but now that they knew their child was safe, you could practically feel the pain and worry falling from their shoulders.

The child, a little boy, slept peacefully in David Rossi's arms and when he got up and gently placed the boy in their arms, his father immediately patted his small head protectively. "Here he is, safe and sound." he spoke, his voice filled with warmth and compassion as he watched the parents hug their child tightly as if they never wanted to let him go, tears of joy streaming down their cheeks. The terrible hours of waiting seemed to slip away.

The parents couldn't hold back their tears as they hugged their child tightly and their hearts seemed to burst with happiness. A feeling of gratitude filled the room as the couple lovingly embraced each other, holding on to their found happiness.

But as the happy family embraced and the team watched the happy reunion, Emily wondered where you were. After all, you were the one who fought with the kidnapper and had to suffer some injuries yourself to free the child from his clutches. Only when she turned her gaze up to the bridge, where you were standing at the railing, leaning on it with your arms to observe the situation from a distance, did she see your dull eyes, full of emotion, looking at the heartbreaking scene with a thoughtful expression.

In the years you had already spent with the BAU, you had witnessed countless moments like this - happy reunions of families threatened by evil. But this time you were already very withdrawn and distant at the beginning of this case.

She didn't know that your thoughts drifted to your own parents - parents who had never felt the joy and happiness of being able to hold their children in their arms. There was a hint of deep sadness in your eyes. Although you were genuinely happy for the child's well-being, you couldn't help but think about your own parents.

They were trapped in the bonds and destructive power of violence. For them there were no happy reunions, only endless days of suffering and despair.

As you watched the happy family, you felt an unquenchable emptiness inside you. You missed the carefree and love of an intact family, but you knew that breaking away from your parents to protect yourself was the right decision. Even though you longed for a hug, for the words of love and comfort you never received, your life was characterized by loneliness and past pain, by the constant search for recognition and affection that was denied you in your childhood and youth.

Emily couldn't look away from your gaze, couldn't ignore the bitter smile that crossed your lips and the tears forming in your eyes as you forced yourself to push away your thoughts and focus on the present.

With a soft sigh, she walked away from the scene and made her way to you. Thoughts swirled in her head as she thought about how to start the conversation. She finally reached you and stopped next to you. "How is your pain?" She asked softly, her eyes trained on you as you received it with a surprising look.

You hesitated for a moment, clearing your throat and quickly wiping the tears from your eyes as you repositioned yourself before answering. "It's bearable. Thanks for asking."

But Emily Prentiss wasn't going to be brushed off so easily. She could see that something was bothering you and she desperately wants to help you if she could. "If you want to talk, I'm here for you. You know that." You looked down, reflecting a mix of gratitude and surprise in your teary eyes. "It's nothing," you murmured quietly, but Emily could sense that there was more than you wanted to reveal.

"May I ask you something?" She asked and a moment of silence fell between you as she turned her body towards you, moving closer to you. You nodded, switching your gaze between the event below and her eyes. "Why don't you ever talk about your family?"

Your eyes widened at the question and a soft sigh escaped your lips, thoughts of your own past and the decisions you had made pushing their way back to the forefront once more. She had caught you in the act, used her skills to see through you. "Family stops becoming family the second they shatter your heart and leave you to pick up the pieces without an apology." You finally confessed and she nodded in understanding.

"Family can be complicated. But you don't have to struggle with it alone. You can trust me, I'm here for you." She spoke and you took a deep breath before starting to tell your story. "I am grieving people who are still alive, Em," you began, starting with your childhood, talking about the challenges you had with your parents and how you ultimately cut off contact with them because it became too stressful. It was an act of self-preservation, but it also left a deep void in your life. "Family betrayed me so badly, I had no choice but to cut contact. They had forced me to step on eggshells, wounding my skin simply to keep the peace."

As you spoke, she listened intently, her eyes full of compassion and understanding. She could feel the pain and uncertainty that lay behind your words, and Emily felt honored that she had earned your trust far beyond the one you already gave her.

When you finished, she placed a gentle hand on your bandaged forearm and smiled warmly. "Thank you for telling me that. You're stronger than you think, and you're not alone. We're a family here, and we'll always stand up for you."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you listened to her words. You felt understood and accepted, and that meant much more to you than you could have ever expressed.

"Rossi once told me that he sees you as the daughter he never had. Spencer talks about you like you're his sister and Morgan protects you like a big brother," Emily began with a hint of tenderness in her voice. "JJ is like a mother, always checking on you if you're eating enough and cares for you when you get hurt. And you don't have to ask me, I would run through fire for you because I love you. No matter what happens, we're here for you."

A warm smile spread across your face as you fell into her open arms and hugged her. "Thank you for being there for me."

And in that moment, you felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you knew that you had found a family - not only in the team, but also in the warm and sensitive soul of Emily. Maybe your past would stay with you for a long time, but if you continued to be with your family, it was worth any fight to finally put the past to rest.

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lara635kookie · 15 hours ago

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Unpopular opinions on Caleb:

Okay, I'm going to be honest here:I don't see Caleb as a love interest. I see him as our adoptive older brother. In some voiceovers, he's referred as such. Just a disclaimer here:If you like him romantically, I'm not judging you. I'm just expressing my opinion to whoever might share it, but if you don't, I respect it.

Some might argue that "older person of family" are words that korean/japanese/chinese people just use to show respect, and I know this. Like korean has "oppa" and I don't know the chinese/japanese counterpart. And that I understand. However, they were RAISED TOGETHER. By the SAME PERSON. In the same HOUSEHOLD. Same ENVIRONMENT. Even if they are not biologically related, they were raised like it. That's why the childhood friends to lovers works for Zayne. He was raised by a different family.

Some people might argue that it was like a "living in the same orphanage type of thing", which would make sense if they lived in an actual orphanage, who has a completely different structure. You see way more than just two kids in one, and you don't see them calling the person who takes care of them "grandma". They both considered and called Josephine "grandma" even knowing they were not related by blood to her. Implying they both consider themselves her grandchildren. Even if it's just a form of respect in Asia calling her grandma, they still acted like siblings being raised by their grandmother. I'm sorry but Josephine clearly adopted them. If it was an orphanage kind of scenario, they would look forward to being adopted by a family, and they both seemed very in home with Josephine. And even if they weren't adopted, if it was an orphanage, as they are both adults, they would both have to leave. Don't be fooled by some movies or series, usually the kids in orphanages don't develop the kind of bond Caleb and MC had with Josephine.

We don't have many details about their adoption. I've always imagined it was legal, Josephine had the documents signed and such because I imagine she just can't get two kids and get them home. Even if she was involved in shady stuff in the past, considering Zayne's family knew about her and Caleb, and they were close, it doesn't seem like Josephine was trying to hide them. What might kinda justify to me Caleb being a li is maybe she didn't have their permanent guard and now that they are both legal adults they don't need to see each other as brother and sister anymore according to the law and all documentation and traces of their childhood were erased in the explosion. But so far in the story, MC and Caleb acted like siblings, spoke to each other like siblings, teased each other like siblings, they had all the siblings' mannerisms. Their dynamic was way too sibling like, way too many brother and sister coded, that he just popped into my like the banter, the nicknames, etc. I immediately knew he was our older brother as soon as he opened his mouth. The game didn't have to mention it. It was just that obvious, I just assumed based on what they showed. The narrative and plotline just make it so clear. I was even "props to them for making adoptive siblings actually act like normal siblings"( I guess I said it too soon). So far, he was written like an adoptive older brother, and IT WORKED. He was an amazing brother, lol. I think they will probably pull off:The old Caleb, who was her brother, died. This new one changed his personality completely with everything that happened, and now he makes moves on MC. And MC will have to understand that "the sweet boy from her childhood" is gone and see him differently. But like...It's still the same person. Even if with a new personality. I know I'm not the only one who thinks that. They never showed romantic feelings for one another so far. So when I saw this trailer, I was like, "Where does that come from?". Making this transition just seems weird. Imagine them being married and telling people how they met: "We were raised by our grandma in the same house." I'm sorry, but to me, it is just awkward, even though it's legal in theory.

Even if the adoption is undone, they can't change the past. Grandma Josephine dying doesn't change the fact that they were raised, even if not as siblings, as members of the same family. The fact that is by adoption and not by blood, doesn't make it any less real. Adoptive siblings are not less siblings than biological ones. I just hate those kinds of situation, that sadly seem to be increasing their popularity nowadays(The Tearsmith, Culpa Mia/Tuya, etc) that two people become siblings by the circunstances and then fall in love and we are supposed to believe it's forbidden love but like... If you are justifying it with "they are not related by blood", then it's not actually forbidden. "Oh but they have to hide it for their family not to find out" they hide it for a short while, the family finds out, opposes to it for like five seconds and then they end up together somehow in the end. In that case, Josephine died before she could find out, but you got it. And those people are usually the same people that go like:"blood doesn't matter, family is who loves and cares about you and raised you to be the person you are" when it's about couples from the lgbtqiapn+ community or even straight couples when one of them is infertile and adopt children. So what's their point? Do they believe on adoption or not? Those people only believe adoption when it's convenient to them. How is this any different? Those people are basically saying:"Your adoptive siblings are not your real siblings, because adoption means nothing and they are not a part of your real family, so even if you were raised together for years, it's not incest if you hook up with them."

I don't remember what was said about Josephine not wanting kids, or not being good with kids, but she seemingly raised Caleb and MC very well, so that probably changed as she grew older.

Back to Caleb, even as a character...The only unique feature he has is his mechanic arm, that I found really interesting, not just because for inclusivity/diversity/representation but also because it passes a cyborg vibe that just makes sense for a futuristic story, like Alita Battle Angel, for example, that I love. But that's on his physical appearence. Aside from that, in other physical features, and specially in personality, he just seems like a combination of all the other love interests. He kinda looks like Zayne and has the "same" trope as him, he's got a Sylus type of dark romance and kinda villain vibe and the same height as him(I know Caleb was a character before Sylus but he only became a li now, which makes it sound intentional, they could have made Sylus a little bit taller to avoid that, like 192cm or something), Rafayel's more "manipulative" side and eyes that look like his, and Xavier's freakiness and the fact that he also wears an uniform and also flies high, Xavier with spaceships and him with airplanes. I've also seen complaints about his voice, that I didn't like either, but I imagine it will get better with time.

Another thing, is this theory right here that someone commented on Instagram:

(Shout-out to this person because it just seems so obvious now, but I probably would have never thought of that on my own, lol)

The parallels between him and Zayne were pretty obvious, like a few also were with Sylus and Xavier. The thing is... So like, adding similarities to Zayne is understandable, because of this, but as I said, Caleb has a little bit of all the LIs. Which just make it seem like the devs made him to be a cheap copy made with the crumbs of the other LIs with no individuality at all. Which as it was proved with Sylus and Xavier, it could have been avoided, as both have white hair and both come from the same planet, and that's pretty much all they have in common. They should have added on Caleb similarities only to Zayne, because adding to the others to makes it seem like they were desperate to make everyone like him for them to forget that the questionable things I listed that make him a brother, but to me, personally, it had the opposite effect. It just made me like the others even more. And just makes Caleb seem kinda forgettable, since he has no features only he has, that make him stand out from the rest. His personality will probably be more revealed with time, but still, that's not a great start.

The conclusion with this is that I won't stop playing the game or hate on it, I'll just ignore the Caleb romantic content as much as possible and just keep seeing him as a character who is important aa he is MC's adoptive older brother who just came back from the dead somehow, which is what the people who are unsatisfied, like me, should be doing, because hating on it won't change anything. You can share your opinions, like I'm doing, but please do it respectfully. For all the reasons I've mentioned, I don't dislike Caleb, I just feel indifferent to him as a love interest, I still acknowledge him as a well written brother and a good character overall. But if you dislike him, and any other love interest at all, for that matter, there's no point in hating on it, just pretend he's not there. There are other four love interests, I'm sure one of them has catch your eye so just focus on them(this part is a message specifically for some people I've saw attacking the Caleb girlies). Let's just respect each others views.

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oldsoul007 · 2 days ago

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second chance

joel miller x teacher!reader

summary: y/n, Sarah’s first-grade teacher, and Joel, Sarah’s dad, find themselves drawn together through their shared care for Sarah, their connection growing from school meetings into an unexpected and heartfelt romance.

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The leaves of Austin, Texas, shimmered in hues of orange and red, signaling the heart of fall. Joel Miller stood at the edge of the elementary school’s drop-off line, hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets, watching as Sarah, his spirited seven-year-old, skipped toward the school building. Her ponytail bobbed as she waved at her friends and dashed inside. Joel smiled faintly, but his expression shifted to curiosity when Sarah stopped and turned to hug her teacher—a woman he’d only seen from afar.

Y/n L/n, Sarah’s first-grade teacher, was kind-eyed and quick to laugh, with a warm presence that immediately put parents at ease. Joel, however, had been distant. Ever since Sarah’s mom left years ago, he’d been cautious with relationships—friendly, but reserved. He was a father first, and everything else came second.

But as I turned, our eyes met briefly. I smiled—soft and genuine.

“Mr. Miller, right?” I called, walking over.

“Uh, yeah. Joel,” he said, his Texan drawl thick.

I extended a hand. “I’m y/n l/n. Sarah’s been telling me all about you.”

Joel raised a brow. “She has?”

“Oh, yes. Apparently, you make the best pancakes in all of Texas,” I said with a teasing grin.

Joel chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I don’t know about all of Texas, but she seems to think so.”

For a moment, we stood there, the autumn breeze weaving around us.

Joel wasn’t used to small talk, but there was something disarming about y/n—something that made him want to linger.

“I’m having a parent-teacher night next week,” I said. “You should come by. It’s a good chance to meet other parents and… you know, see some of Sarah’s work.”

Joel nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.”

When the night arrived, Joel found himself standing in the brightly decorated classroom, surrounded by miniature desks and crayon artwork. Y/n moved through the room gracefully, greeting parents and answering questions. Joel stayed near Sarah’s desk, pretending to study her carefully written alphabet chart.

“Joel,” my voice cut through his thoughts. I stood beside him, holding two cups of punch.

“Thought you might need a drink,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the cup.

We chatted about Sarah—her love for reading, her knack for storytelling, and her stubborn determination. Joel found himself laughing more than he had in ages, and y/ns laughter was like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Can I be honest?” I said after a pause.

“’Course.”

“I think Sarah gets her storytelling from you.”

Joel blinked, caught off guard. “Me? I’m not much of a storyteller.”

I tilted my head. “I don’t know. I think you have stories to tell—you just don’t share them.”

For a moment, Joel was quiet. Then, he said softly, “Maybe you’re right.”

Over the weeks that followed, Joel found excuses to linger after drop-offs or pick-ups. I would share stories about Sarah’s day, and Joel would offer small glimpses into his life. Slowly, the walls he’d built around himself began to crack.

One evening, I invited him and Sarah to the school’s fall festival. We walked the pumpkin patch together, Sarah running ahead to pick the biggest pumpkin I could carry. Joel and I trailed behind, our hands brushing occasionally as we laughed at Sarah’s antics.

“She’s a good kid,” I said.

“She’s my whole world,” Joel replied.

I hesitated before asking, “And what about you? What’s your world look like?”

Joel glanced at me, his heart thudding. “It’s been mostly just her. But… maybe there’s room for more.”

I smiled, my cheeks tinged pink. “I hope so.”

Joel Miller was pushing a squeaky grocery cart down the cereal aisle, trying to decide between Sarah’s favorite sugary treat and something a little less likely to send her bouncing off the walls. The seven-year-old was a master negotiator, but Joel was determined to stand his ground this time.

“Daddy, this one,” Sarah insisted, holding up a box of chocolate puffs with cartoon marshmallows grinning on the front.

“Sarah,” Joel drawled, pointing at the label, “this is more sugar than you need in a week.”

Sarah pouted. “But it’s got a toy inside!”

Joel shook his head, smiling faintly. “Nice try, kiddo. How ’bout we compromise? You can pick the granola bars.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, muttering something about how compromises were just “grown-up tricks,” but she skipped off to the next aisle. Joel chuckled to himself and turned back to the shelves.

“Fancy meeting you here,” a familiar voice said behind him.

Joel turned, and his heart did a funny little stutter. Y/n, Sarah’s first-grade teacher, stood there with a basket in hand. She looked different outside of the classroom—more relaxed, almost vulnerable—and it caught him off guard.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice warmer than he’d intended. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Same,” I replied with a smile. “Though I suppose teachers have to eat too, right?”

Joel chuckled. “Fair point.”

We stood there for a beat, the hum of fluorescent lights filling the silence. Joel wasn’t usually one for small talk, but something about y/n made him want to keep the conversation going.

“Daddy!” Sarah reappeared, clutching a box of granola bars. “Can I get these?”

Joel glanced at the box. “Good choice, kiddo.”

Sarah beamed, then noticed y/n. Her face lit up. “Miss L/n! What are you doing here?”

“Hi, Sarah,” I said, crouching down to her level. “Just getting some groceries. What about you?”

“Daddy wouldn’t let me get the good cereal,” Sarah said with exaggerated indignation, crossing her arms.

I laughed, glancing up at Joel. “Strict dad, huh?”

Joel shrugged, a grin tugging at his lips. “Gotta keep her in line somehow.”

I stood, my smile lingering. “Well, I should probably let you two finish shopping, but it was nice running into you.”

Before Joel could stop himself, he blurted, “You could, uh… join us. If you’re not in a hurry.”

I hesitated, my cheeks flushing slightly. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Miss l/n, you have to come with us,” Sarah said, grabbing my hand. “It’ll be fun!”

Joel gave me a small, almost shy smile. “What do you say?”

I glanced between us, then nodded. “Alright. Lead the way.”

As we navigated the aisles together, Joel was struck by how natural it all felt. I teased him about his choice of coffee, while Sarah chattered nonstop about her latest art project at school.

“Joel, you do know this instant stuff barely qualifies as coffee, right?” I said, holding up the jar he’d tossed into the cart.

“It does the job,” Joel said defensively.

I laughed, a light, melodic sound that Joel realized he liked far too much.

In the midst of our conversation, an elderly lady passing by smiled warmly at the little family and remarked, “What a cute family you are!” Joel, ever the reserved one, gave a polite nod, though his lips twitched with a slight smile. Sarah, grinning from ear to ear, looked at her dad for confirmation, and he responded with a soft chuckle. It was one of those rare moments where the world around us felt a little brighter, even in the mundane setting of a grocery store.

The encounter was short, but it left all of us with a small sense of connection and warmth as we continued with our shopping. It was a reminder that sometimes, even the simplest moments could feel special when shared with the right people.

By the time we reached the produce section, Sarah had darted off to examine a display of apples, leaving Joel and I by ourselves.

“This is nice,” y/n said softly, glancing at him.

Joel looked at me, looking surprised by my honesty. “Yeah,” he admitted. “It is.”

We stood there for a moment, the bustle of the store fading into the background. Joel wanted to say more—to tell her that he’d been thinking about her since the first parent-teacher night, that he hadn’t felt this comfortable around someone in years—but before he could, Sarah ran back, clutching an apple in each hand.

“Look, Daddy! Red or green?”

Joel smiled. “Both, kiddo.”

At the checkout, I placed my basket on the counter, glancing at Joel and Sarah. “I’ll let you two go ahead. Thanks for letting me tag along.”

“Miss L/n, are you coming to dinner with us?” Sarah asked, her big brown eyes hopeful.

Joel stiffened, his heart hammering in his chest. “Sarah, don’t—”

“I’d love to,” I said, cutting him off. My smile was soft but genuine, and my eyes met Joel’s. “If that’s okay with your dad.”

Joel cleared his throat, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck. “Yeah. Sure. Why not?”

Sarah cheered, and I laughed.

As they left the store together, Joel found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just an ordinary grocery run. It felt like the start of something—something he wasn’t quite ready to name, but something he didn’t want to let go of.

And as I glanced at him with a smile that felt like sunshine, Joel realized he didn’t have to face the future alone.

It wasn’t an instant fairy tale. Joel was cautious, and I respected his pace. We spent time as a trio—movie nights with Sarah, weekend trips to the park—but also carved out moments for just the two of them.

One evening, after Sarah had fallen asleep on the couch, Joel walked me to my car. The moon cast a silver glow over the driveway as we stood there, the air heavy with unspoken words.

“Y/n,” Joel began, his voice low. “I never thought I’d… let someone in again. But you…”

I placed a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to say anything, Joel. I—”

But before I could finish, he leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a tender, hesitant kiss.

When we pulled back, I smiled. “I think Sarah’s going to be thrilled.”

Joel chuckled, his hand still lingering on my cheek. “Yeah, she’s been hintin’ at this for weeks.”

As y/n drove away, Joel stood in the driveway, a warmth spreading through him that he hadn’t felt in years. For the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel so lonely.

And in the weeks that followed, as their relationship deepened, Joel realized he wasn’t just rebuilding his life—he was building something new, something worth holding onto.

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kit-screams-into-the-future · 2 days ago

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another post for @bttfjanaury! this one's @itsthemorph's mermarty au and very predictably i got carried away with it LMAO.

yap session and bonus stuff below the cut:

once again i came up with an entire backstory for this au, and if i were a fanfiction writer i would genuinely consider writing it since it's a lot less visually comedic than the weredoc au (and comedic in general, it's played a little straighter than "man turns into dog and is thoroughly inconvenienced by it") (unfortunate [in reference to visuals] bc i enjoy drawing mermarty a great deal more than weredoc GBJKGJ) bc i really like the premise but i'm pretty bad at fleshing out a narrative in enough detail to last the whole story so bullet points it is:

doc has decided to take a break from his time-travel-related research and go on vacation! the fresh coastal air might jostle a couple ideas into place, and while he is a nuclear physicist and not a marine biologist he wouldn't mind checking out some of the local aquatic life

and by local aquatic life he meant like normal fish and stuff. a nice mollusk or two even. so when he ends up fishing an entire boy out of the water instead he's understandably very shocked

before doc can move past the "where did he come from??" thought to register his more fish-like qualities, the boy makes a run (a swim?) for it. fortunately or unfortunately for doc, he ends up being able to register the fish-like qualities after all since he gets dragged into the water along with him. the moment doesn't last too long, though, and the fish-boy is gone as soon as doc realizes the guy has a fish tail instead of legs

doc gets back on the dock (haha), thinks about the whole ordeal for a bit, and decides that the best course of action is just to assume he hallucinated the whole thing in a fit of heatstroke or something like that. he's here to relax and get his thoughts in order so he can continue working on his time machine! there's no time to investigate fairy-tale creatures or whatever supposedly living off the coast of california!

it's not shown in the comic but i imagine doc has a little portable radio next to him as he was fishing, so some time passes before he catches a glimpse of something shining in the water underneath the dock

he looks through the cracks in the dock and lo and behold, it's the same boy from earlier! doc greets him, and the boy immediately disappears under the water. doc thinks he's scared him off until a few minutes later where he pokes his head out and says hi back

they get to chatting and doc learns a couple things:

1. his name is marty!

2. he was trying to get doc to realize that he forgot to put bait on his hook but got his hand caught on it, and was trying to get his hand unstuck from the hook without ripping it open before doc ever had the chance to see him, which he obviously failed at

3. both the being seen and ripping his hand open, because in his haste to get away after being seen by doc he ended up doing that anyways. so there's like a lot of blood coming out of his hand now? but like don't worry about it. it'll be fine. he thinks.

4. he really likes whatever it is that's playing on the radio

doc insists on patching up his hand and initially marty refuses but lets him do it eventually, and marty tells doc that for a land dweller he's actually surprisingly nice. doc says nah anyone would want to help out someone hurt, especially if they're the one's who caused it. and marty's kind of confused by that because his family's always warned him of how dangerous humans are, which he kind of never thought too hard about until now where his time off this particular coast has really proven them correct, because he's encountered a bunch of humans over the past couple weeks and they've all tried to kill him or catch him. doc's the only one who's actually bothered to say hi!

after learning that particular not-at-all-concerning tidbit, doc asks him to elaborate because there's a lot to unpack over there, but someone else walks onto the dock before marty can get a word in and he takes off

marty does not return, even once the other guy leaves, and when doc packs it up to return to the place he rented out for the vacation he overhears a conversation among a group of men about spotting something weird in the water earlier and that it kind of looked like a mermaid? and that if any of them manage to catch it they'll all be rich as thieves. and another guy in the convo goes no you're thinking of rich as kings, you're mixing it up with a different analogy. and the first guy goes no i'm not i said what i said

so now this vacation is doing anything but clearing doc's mind. he's really worried about that little fish guy

there's a couple more ideas i had but halfway through writing out this bullet list i've realized that if i were to actually write this as a fanfiction, i'd probably want to keep those a surprise. so what i just wrote out is kind of the equivalent of one chapter

edit after thinking about it a bit more: since most humans have been trying to kill him, marty really has no incentive to let a guy know that he's wasting his time fishing with a baitless hook. so a. he's still pretty optimistic that most humans aren't out to get him, even if his experience off this particular coast says otherwise, so he was trying to be nice anyway or b. (which i think is a lot funnier) he has started to pull on people's lines as a way to fuck with them. i think if i wrote this i'd change it to this one

i based mermarty off of a guppy fish! specifically this kind of guppy fish:

i was searching up kinds of fish and he just had the vibe of this thing. although now i think i should've made him a flying fish instead. for the pun

alternate ending to the mini comic:

the other one makes a little more sense since just approaching a guy whose species doesn't know about your existence unprompted is pretty stupid even for marty (and also i thought it was funny that the hook didn't have anything but doc ends up catching something anyways) but i still think this one's funny too

#back to the future #bttf #bttf fanart #marty mcfly #doc brown #emmett brown #what's with me and animal related bttf au's this is like the third/fourth time #first being weredoc second being the penguin picture and third being this bit we came up with on discord where everything was the same #except doc was a horse LMAO #i spent so long coloring mermarty and i have no regrets. very fun to draw the fish. 10/10 would reccommend #scratching my brain thinking of how i can make the plot of bttf still happen if marty's a fish #“and then back to the future happens” is my favorite bit about these kinds of aus gbkjgbjkg #maybe doc builds the flux capacitor into a speedboat or something #the mcflys are all fish but biff and jennifer are human in this version of the au. just to let you know #needles is a pufferfish. not like this will come up at all ever but i felt the need to share that #“his ass is not binding properly” could refer to most versions of marty i think #i can't believe that a mermaid au of bttf being my first piece of written fanfiction is more plausible than not at this point #such is life i guess.#kit does an art #kit yap session #tag as ship and i feed you to the sharks. they don't normally eat people but there's exceptions to be made i think

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midnight-shadow-cafe · 2 days ago

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Overtime

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, playful banter/chasing, suggestive content, smut, female reader sooo female anatomy (again, sorry to any guys reading this love y’all though)

Author’s Note: I hope you’re ready for our lovely pretty boy he needs the love so much (he’s so pretty)

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Kyle Garrick never expected his life to have a moment of calm, much less one filled with quiet nights and steady love. The military was chaotic—missions, violence, and long stretches of being away—but somehow, against the odds, he had you. And that made every exhausting moment worth it.

You were his anchor, his breath of fresh air, and most importantly, his fiancée. The memory of your engagement still made his chest swell, especially after the fight it had taken to get there.

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Two Years Ago

It was a cold, rainy night in London, the kind that seeped into your bones no matter how tightly you wrapped your coat around you. Kyle had just returned from a six-week mission, his texts brief and distant in the days leading up to it. You knew what his silence meant—something had shaken him out there.

You found him sitting in his flat, staring out the window with a drink in hand, his shoulders hunched and his gaze unfocused. When he noticed you, he forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Kyle,” you said softly, kneeling in front of him and resting your hands on his knees. “Talk to me.”

He hesitated, his fingers tightening around the glass. “It’s nothing. Just… work.”

“That’s not nothing to you,” you countered. “You can’t keep carrying this on your own.”

His jaw worked, and then his voice cracked. “It’s just… some days, I don’t know if I’ll make it back to you. And I hate it. Hate what it does to you, to us.”

Your heart broke, but you stayed strong, wrapping your arms around him tightly. “I’d rather have you for a thousand dangerous tomorrows than never at all. We’re in this together, Kyle.”

That night, he held you like you were his lifeline, and when the morning light broke through the clouds, he promised himself he’d never let fear push you away.

---

A Few Weeks Prior

You stepped back from Kyle’s hug, letting your hands drift down to his chest as you gave him a once-over. His jacket was damp, his hair (what little there was) slightly disheveled, and the bags under his eyes betrayed just how hard he’d been working.

“I told you to take care of yourself,” you scolded gently, brushing a bit of hair back to make it neater

Kyle chuckled, his fingers brushing your hand before he leaned into your touch. “You know me. Stubborn to the end.”

“Stubborn and reckless,” you corrected with a mock glare, before softening. “I worry about you, you know.”

He sighed, pulling you back into his arms, his chin resting on the top of your head. “I know, love. And I don’t take it for granted.”

You pulled away just enough to look up at him, your fingers trailing along the chain around his neck that held the ring you’d given him after he’d proposed. He never wore it on missions, too worried about losing it, but he always kept it close to his heart.

“Remember what you promised me?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

He smiled, a little more genuine this time. “That I’d always come home to you.”

“And that you’d tell me when you’re struggling,” you added pointedly, arching a brow.

Kyle kissed your forehead. “I’m here now, aren’t I? No mission, no stress, just us.”

---

The night carried on with more laughter than you’d heard from Kyle in weeks. He insisted on cooking dinner—though you ended up taking over halfway through when he burned the first batch of vegetables—and the two of you shared stories over the meal.

At one point, he disappeared into the bedroom, returning with a small box in hand. You recognized it immediately, your heart skipping a beat.

“What’s this?” you asked, even though you already knew.

Kyle shrugged, trying to play it cool, though the grin on his face gave him away. “Just thought it might be time for a proper celebration. We’ve been so busy with planning, I wanted us to take a moment for ourselves.”

Inside the box was a bracelet—simple, silver, and engraved with the coordinates of your favorite spot: the hill overlooking the city where he’d proposed.

“Kyle,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“Figured you needed a reminder that no matter where I am, I’m always thinking of you,” he said softly, his hand cupping your cheek.

---

The bracelet stayed on your wrist as the two of you curled up on the couch later, the weight of the day giving way to the comfort of each other’s presence. Kyle’s arms were wrapped around you, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice low.

“Just thinking,” you replied, turning to look at him.

“About?”

“How lucky I am to have you,” you said simply, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

Kyle’s smile was soft as he tilted your chin up, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that deepened slowly, making your heart race.

The moment lingered, charged with unspoken words and unyielding love, as the two of you melted into the comfort of being entirely, utterly present with each other.

---

Present Day

Kyle had been running on fumes for weeks. Missions blurred together, the hours long and unforgiving, and the brief pockets of downtime stolen by the unrelenting hum of his mind refusing to quiet. He always came home to you, though—that thought carried him through the worst of it.

Tonight was no different. He slipped into the apartment quietly, the low creak of the door announcing his return. The soft glow of warm light in the living room greeted him first, then the faint scent of your lavender candle. And there you were, curled up on the couch with a book in hand, eyes lifting as the sound of his boots hit the floor.

“You’re late,” you teased, setting the book down. But there was no malice, just the soft pull of your lips into a smile that Kyle swore could undo every knot of tension in his body.

“Long day,” he murmured, crossing the room in a few quick strides. You stood just as he reached you, arms looping around his neck in a hug he melted into like he hadn’t held you in years.

“You could’ve called,” you murmured into his chest, your words muffled but warm against his skin.

“Didn’t want to wake you up.” His hands rested at your lower back, his voice dipping lower. “’Sides, I wanted to surprise you.”

You tilted your head back to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with something playful. “Surprise me? With what?”

Kyle’s grin was crooked, mischievous even, as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, lingering just below your ear. “Guess you’ll have to find out, yeah?”

As he bent down, he picked you up bridal style and whisked you to the bedroom. As you both entered he kicked the door closed behind him and gently lay you on the bed.

He leans over you, arms resting beside your head as he leans in and kisses you once more, his weight slowly being placed on top of you before feeling him move his lips from your lips to your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake as he traveled further to your neck line.

As Kyle leaned in to capture your lips with his own, he poured all of his love and longing into the kiss. His hands roamed over your curves, reacquainting himself with every dip and swell, as if he needed to prove to himself that you were real, that this moment was real. Kyle’s heart raced as he felt your fingers tangle in his hair, your nails scraping lightly against his scalp. It was a sensation he'd missed, a touch he'd craved during countless lonely nights abroad.

Kyle’s lips trailed from your soft mouth, down the column of your throat, pausing to nip and suck at the sensitive skin. He knew he was leaving marks, branding you as his, but he couldn't help himself. The primal, possessive urge to claim you, to show the world that you belonged to him, consumed him. Kyle’s hands slid under the hem of your shirt, caressing the smooth, warm skin of your back, before deftly unhooking your bra. He tugged both garments up and off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.

Kyle took a moment to admire your beauty, his gaze roving hungrily over your newly exposed flesh. The moonlight through the window cast a soft glow on your skin, making you look almost ethereal. Kyle’s heart clenched in his chest as he looked down at you, wondering how he ever got so lucky to call you his fiancée.

"Beautiful," Kyle murmured, before lowering his head to press open-mouthed kisses across the swell of your breasts, pausing to lave attention on each hardened peak. Kyle reveled in the little gasps and moans that tumbled from your lips, in the way your back arched, pressing you more fully into his touch. He could feel the heat building between you both, the desire that always seemed to ignite when you were together like this.

Kyle’s hand slid down your stomach, his fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your jeans. He could feel the heat radiating from your center, could sense your desire, and it made him throb with anticipation. Kyle knew he needed to take this slow, to worship every inch of his fiancée, to show you just how much you meant to him. He would spend all night long reminding you of his love, of his devotion, if that's what it took. Because Kyle knew that no matter what challenges life threw their way, they would face them together. Always.

Kyle’s fingers found the button of your jeans, popping it open with ease. He paused, looking up at you with a heated gaze, silently seeking permission. At the subtle nod you gave him he took a moment to appreciate you in your glorious, goddess like appearance.

The bracelet glinted on your wrist in the moonlight as Kyle’s hand slid lower, slipping inside your jeans to cup you causing you to let out a gasp of pleasure, which was music to his ears, spurring him on as he began to stroke you through the damp fabric of your panties. Kyle touch was skilled and sure, his fingers moving in a way that let you know just how much he remembered, just how well he knew your body's every response and reaction. It was a dance, a sensual ballet, as Kyle took his time bringing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

All the while, Kyle never ceased his assault on your senses, his lips and hands and words all working in tandem to worship and adore you. He told you how beautiful you were, how much he loved you, how grateful he was to have you in his life. Kyle’s voice was low and rough with emotion, his words punctuated by the sound of his own ragged breathing and the pounding of his heart.

As Kyle felt you begin to tremble beneath his touch, your body drawing taut as a bowstring, he knew you were close. He could feel the tension coiling in your muscles, sense the impending release that was building like a tidal wave inside of you. Kyle’s touch became more insistent, his fingers moving faster, pressing harder against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

"Let go, love," Kyle murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "I've got you. I'll always catch you."

With a cry of his name, you had shattered, you body convulsing with the force of your climax. Kyle gentled his touch, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure that crashed over you, before gathering you close and holding you tight. He pressed kisses to your damp forehead, your flushed cheeks, the tip of your nose, anywhere he could reach, murmuring words of love and praise. Kyle knew that this was only the beginning, that he would spend the rest of the night showing you just how much you meant to him, in every way he knew how. Because Kyle knew that no matter what challenges life threw their way, they would face them together. Always.

Kyle’s hands slid down your sides, his fingers splaying across the small of your back as he held you close. He could feel the heat of your skin, the way your heart raced in time with his own. Kyle’s lips found yours once more, and he kissed you with a hunger that stole his breath away, a desperation that made his head spin. He poured every ounce of his love into that kiss, every shred of longing and desire, until you were left breathless and clinging to him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Kyle’s hands slid lower, gripping your hips and lifting you effortlessly. He settled you onto the bed, his body covering yours a moment later, the hard length of him pressing against your thigh. Kyle’s mouth found yours again, kissing you until you were dizzy and aching, until you could feel the heat building between your legs once more. He touched you until you were writhing beneath him, until you were begging him silently for more. And then, finally, Kyle gave you what you had needed, what you both needed. He entered you with a swift, hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you welcoming heat. Kyle’s groan was guttural, primal, as he began to move inside you, each powerful thrust driving him deeper, pushing you both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Kyle’s heart raced as he lost himself in the exquisite sensation of your body welcoming his, your hips began rocking to meet his thrusts, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him impossibly closer. He kissed you with something powerful, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he loved you with every fiber of his being. Kyle knew that he would never tire of this, of you, of the way your bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces designed just for each other. He knew that he would spend the rest of his life trying to be worthy of you love, of the incredible gift of having you as his partner, his lover, his best friend. Gaz's hands slid under your bottom, tilting your hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, searching for that spot deep inside you that would push you over the edge. And when he found it, when your body clenched around his like a velvet vice, Kyle followed you into the abyss, his own release overtaking him, his heart shouting your name as he spilled himself inside you.

In the aftermath, Kyle held you close, his body curling protectively around yours as you both struggled to catch your breaths. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, his fingers stroking gently through your hair, as he murmured words of love and devotion against your skin. Kyle knew that he would spend the rest of his life loving you like this, cherishing you, honoring the incredible woman that you are. No matter what challenges they faced, no matter what trials and tribulations came their way, Kyle would always be by your side. Because you are his home, his heart, his everything. And he would never let you go. Sleep overtaking you both, dreams of your futures claiming you both as you squeezed each other tightly, love in the air.

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