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GIVE IT TO HER LIKE A MAN!

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｡𖦹°‧➵ pair: dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

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｡𖦹°‧➵ contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, no outbreak au, no ellie, joel’s pov, swearing, age gap (52/23), semi-public sex (more of a semi-public ALMOST over the pants handjob?), p in v, clothed sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, hair pulling, spit kink, degradation, pussy spanking, creampie, fucking in your childhood bedroom RAAAHHH, one (1) single line about joel wanting to slap you, one (1) single use of the word daddy, erectile dysfunction? we don't know what that means in this house because that old man can fuck like he's twenty, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

｡𖦹°‧➵ nat’s note: hi babies! i'm back! did you miss me? cause i missed you and oh em gee i'm so excited to be rejoining the party. this actually wasn't what i planned on posting but the angsty joel fic is kicking my ass so hard that i had to take a break from it. i just needed to word vomit some raunchy, freak-nasty porn to cleanse my palate! i don’t normally go for the dbf trope but it's just so joel i couldn't not dip my feet in these waters. it's also more like dad's-close-but-distant-acquaintance-joel because in my head that man has little to no friends honestly. hope you love it, mwah!

dividers by @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics!

joel gives the best graduation gifts...

Joel isn’t the type to get invited to these kinds of things.

Graduation parties for Ivy League brats. Champagne in fancy crystal flutes and catered hors d'oeuvres getting passed around on silver trays. Men in loafers and pastel polos calling each other “old buddy” without any irony. It’s a far cry from his usual crowd—his mangy old t-shirt and stained blue jeans stick out in the place like a damn sore thumb.

The invitation came from a distant friend, someone he used to work with before his career took him in an entirely different, much shiner direction. He was here more as a favor than anything else. Tommy’s been worried about him, says he needs to get out more.

“Meet some new people, drink a few beers.” He’d said with his hand clasped on Joel’s shoulder. “It ain’t healthy to spend every weekend fixin’ shit around the house, Joel.”

Joel doesn’t see the problem. He’s fine the way he is. But somehow, he still got roped into going when he could have used any excuse to pull out at the last second. He could have faked sick, faked busy, faked like he had anything else to do besides sit at a fancy oak table on a back porch bigger than the whole first story of his house, decorated in Yale blue balloons and streamers. 

He regretted giving into Tommy the second he pulled up in the driveway—a too-big Craftsman style place in West Lake Hills, all clean laid brick and perfectly manicured lawns. Joel couldn’t for the life of him remember why he said yes in the first place. Maybe it was the guilt of worrying his brother. Maybe for the decent catered food and overpriced beers he knew would be there when he first got the address.

What he hadn’t expected—what hit him in the goddamn chest when the door swung open after he knocked—was you.

And Christ, did you look smug about it.

It had been months ago. The only reason Joel was even in Connecticut was to meet with a client, a big time East Coast entrepreneur who wanted a new add on to his ten car garage and was fine slinging around the money to pay for a round-trip flight and a cushy hotel room.

He hadn’t planned on going to the bar that night, but after hours of back-and-forth about permits and material costs, he needed a drink. Just one, maybe two—enough to take the edge off before heading back to the hotel.

It was a shitty little dive about ten minutes from where he was staying. The beer was cold, the lights were low, and he wasn’t supposed to be making decisions with his little head. But then he saw you across the way, right in the middle of the dancefloor.

You were in a circle with a few other girls, your dress riding up higher and higher each time you’d roll your hips to the heavy bass blaring from the overhead speakers.

Joel watched you like that for a while, leaned up against the bar lazily sipping at his beer. He hadn’t planned on doing anything about it, just sat there and enjoyed the view. But you’d caught him looking, and instead of turning away and pretending not to notice, you’d smirked.

Joel should have known right then that he was in trouble.

It wasn’t long before you left your little group and made your way over, slipping on the stool beside him like you belonged there, like you’d already made your mind up about what was going to happen next. You’d leaned in close, close enough for him to catch the scent of whatever perfume you’d rolled over your throat before heading out—something rich and heady that damn near made his head spin.

“Hey, cowboy.” You’d said with a tilt of your head, the long column of your neck dewy with a light sheen of sweat he wanted to feel under his tongue. “You’ve been watching me?”

There was no accusation in your voice, just a quiet sort of amusement, like you already knew the answer.

Joel had huffed a laugh, he didn’t see the point of denying it. He was a lot of things, but subtle wasn’t one of them. “Yeah.” He’d admitted, taking a slow sip of his beer before setting it down. “What about it?”

Your eyes dropped down the length of his body, studying him, and he’d let you. Let you take your time looking, even as heat crawled up the back of his neck.

“Buy me a drink?” You’d asked, smiling up at him like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.

That was all it took.

One drink turned into two, which turned into three, and then you were leaning into his space like you were made to be there. Your index finger teasingly tracing along the collar of his shirt as you whispered something filthy in his ear that had all the blood in his brain rushing down south.

Joel really shouldn’t have let it go any further than some goddamn footsie under the bar and a few dirty words whispered over the rims of shiny glasses, he was too old for shit like that. But you were just so damn tempting—confident and sharp and pretty as all hell.

Before Joel knew it he had you pressed up against the side of his truck, giggling into his mouth, fingers tugging at his belt like you couldn't get it off fast enough. You’d tasted like the fruity cocktails he bought you and something sweeter underneath, something distinctly you, and Joel had to have more.

You let him have it too—fisting his shirt and dragging him into the backseat without a care in the world, all eager hands and breathless laughter as you straddled his lap.

It was supposed to be just that. A reckless decision with a pretty young thing as the cherry on top of his trip. A one-night deal he’d let himself have because, fuck, it had been a long time since someone looked at him like that.

Joel tried his damndest to think how he should’ve, tried not to let some one off fuck turn him all sorts of ass backwards. He tried his damndest to boot you out of his mind the next morning when he was boarding the flight back to Austin—but you stuck anyway, like a burr in his goddamn brain. 

The way you’d looked sprawled out under him, eyes glazed over with pleasure, lips parted, or the way you’d moaned his name like it was a prayer you needed him to hear. The way you’d rode him nice and slow, dragging your nails down his chest just to watch him shudder. The way you’d kissed him after, lazy and sweet, before sneaking off into the night like a goddamn thief.

Joel could've sworn he saw God that night, a smudged silhouette in the fogged up windows of his truck.

And now you’re here, standing in the doorway of some polished, high society home, looking like sin wrapped up in tulle and pearls.

Joel wasn’t a man who spooked easy, but seeing you again, surrounded by people who had no goddamn idea what you’d let him do to you in the backseat of his truck all those months ago, knocked him on his ass harder than a sucker punch.

The recognition was damn near instant, your eyes shining just as much as the sparkly sash that read “GRAD!” in big glittery letters. The initial shock gave way to a tiny, secret smile as your gaze slid up and down his body shamelessly, like this was some kind of funny inside joke. 

Joel was seconds away from turning tail, walking back down your ridiculously long driveway and getting in his truck to get the hell out of there, but then your father was walking up behind you with a big grin on his face. He clapped Joel on the shoulder roughly and introduced his “Old buddy Joel Miller from his blue-collar days!”

You were all coy smiles and wide eyes. A sugared, “It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. Miller. Thank you for coming…” passing through your glossy lips.

The same lips that left shiny red smudges along the skin of his cock when you slid him down your throat, peering up at him with glassy eyes. The memory alone was enough to get heat stirring deep in his gut, and the way you looked at him now—all demure and polished, like you were some angelic scholar fresh off a podium—only made it worse.

Joel is too damn old for this.

“Very top of her class,” your father boasts, swishing his beer bottle through the air towards you flippantly. “Can you believe it? Just think of what we were doing at her age, brother. She sure as hell didn’t get any brains from me, that’s all her mother.”

Joel tries to chuckle with him, but it sounds strained, forced. He keeps his eyes facing forward, knee bouncing restlessly under the table. You’re looking at him again, hot and persistent against the side of his face. The heavy weight of your gaze practically begging him to look back. He doesn’t.

This dinner is it’s own form of torture, because of course, you just had to sit in the empty seat next to Joel—close enough that he can feel your knee bump up against his every few minutes.

He’s done a good job avoiding you until now, always walking the other direction when you waltz into the same room, not making eye contact when your gaze would sweep over the crowd hoping to catch his, trying for once in his life to be a good man.

A good man that suffers through this damn party without doing something he'll regret, that leaves at the end of the night and never has to see you again.

“Yeah,” he says, nervously starting to pick at the label of his own beer. Some snobby, imported New England brewery, probably sixty bucks a six-pack. “Good times.”

Joel can see you lean forward out of the corner of his eye, the neckline of your dress sliding down an inch as you stare at him, attention rapt. “What were you like back then, Mr. Miller?”

Joel nearly winces, his fingers tightening around the neck of his beer hard enough to turn the skin around his knuckles white.

‘Mr. Miller’ echoes in his ears lewdly, blaring like church bells. Your voice is nothing but a honey-sweet mockery, so syrupy he can nearly feel it trickling down his throat to add to the warmth settling low in his stomach. 

Your father snorts over the lip of his bottle, answering you before Joel could open his mouth. “Joel didn’t go to college, honey. He went into the trades right after graduation,” he takes a long sip, Joel feels your knee bump against his again. “That’s how we met.”

You hum, nodding your head languidly. “You’re an architect too?”

Joel shakes his head, not looking at you as he answers. “Carpenter.”

Your father launches into some story about his old work days with Joel, about how back in the day, they were “real men” with “real jobs,” but Joel can barely process any of it. He nods along absently, lets out some half-hearted chuckles when he needs to.

Joel nearly puts his knee through the table when he feels your barefoot brush up against his ankle, hiking his jeans up ever so slightly. He shoots you a glare as subtly as he can.

It’s a look so sharp, so warning, that it should be enough to make you back the hell off from whatever game you’re playing. You’re not even looking at him anymore, eyes glued to your father as you nod along to whatever story he’s telling now. 

But there’s a knowing little smile on your lips as your hand creeps beneath the table and falls into his lap, the pads of your fingers pressing against the inside of his thigh.

Joel goes still. Rigid as his breath catches on a sharp inhale.

Christ, you’re trying to kill him.

Your father’s voice pulls him out of the silent panic and heavy arousal waging a war inside of him. “How’s business, Joel?” he asks, leaning back in his chair. “You and Tommy still running things at a hundred miles a minute?”

Joel barely registers the question as your hand inches higher and higher. He can hear his own pulse pounding in his throat, in his chest, in his cock, already half-hard in his boxers from some goddamn heavy petting like a wet behind the ears teenager. 

“Yeah, we–” Joel pauses, willing his voice to steady with a quick cough to clear his throat. “We’ve been pretty busy with Summer rollin' around.”

Your father hums in agreement, cracking open another beer. “Of course, my schedule’s been a killer too this season,” he brags shamelessly, tone heavy with understanding like he and Joel are in the same boat. Only your fathers boat is a three million dollar yacht sailing for blue-print meetings with big shot celebrities and architectural digest interviews. “It’s a miracle I even had time to fly in for the party, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

Your hand slides up the length of his cock in one slow stroke, your palm grinding roughly over the tip through the tented denim.

“Yes, daddy.”

Your voice has gone all light and airy around the edges, almost melodic as it buries itself in Joel’s ears. At first, Joel thinks you’re talking to your father, but when his eyes flick over to you, you’re looking at him—your eyes half-lidded and sparkling with something dangerous as your fingers tug at the tab of his zipper.

Joel’s hand flies to your wrist, squeezing tight enough to stop your pawing at his now fully hard cock. “Alright if I use your bathroom?” he asks sharply, his voice a little too loud. He tosses your hand away and stands abruptly from his chair before he’s got an answer.

“Of course,” your father says easily, thankfully not noticing the tension at the table, or the way Joel’s trying to subtly hold his hands over his crotch. He turns his attention towards you, “Would you show Joel where the downstairs bathroom is, honey?”

Your smile only widens as you slip your sandal on and calmly stand from your own chair. “Sure,” you say breezily, but you’re not looking at your father, dark eyes still glued to Joel’s. “Follow me.”

The flowy fabric of your dress swishes behind you as you walk through the yard, Joel hot on your heels. He waits until you're both in the house, stepping through the open sliding glass door and out of view before his hand flies to your arm and squeezes hard.

Joel hears you wince softly, but you don’t try to fight your way out of his grip. He leans down closer, his lips inches away from your ear. His voice is low and rough as he grits out, “Take me to your room, now.”

You lead him through the kitchen and up the stairs silently, but Joel can still see the smug smile on your lips as you turn the corner. The need to slap that bratty shit right off your face wracks through him like thunder, anger burning hotter in his chest with every step.

You push the door to your bedroom open and step inside, barely turning to face him before Joel slams the door shut behind him and stalks past you. His eyes are dark, filled with a mix of rage and want as he stares you down.

“Do you think this is a goddamn game?” His voice is teeming with fury, the calm facade he scarcely maintained at dinner now entirely gone. “That you can do whatever the hell you please because your Daddy’s sittin' across from you?”

You bite your bottom lip, leaning against the door with your arms crossed behind your back coyly. “You didn’t bring me a present.”

It’s a taunt if Joel’s ever heard one, and it finally breaks him.

He crosses the room in three large strides, pinning you against the door. His hands on either side of your head, caging you in. Joel cranes his neck down, his face inches away from yours. He can smell your perfume this close, it’s different than what you wore at the bar—something soft and girly and sweet that has his cock straining in his boxer.

“You’re real fuckin' proud of yourself aren’t you?” he spits roughly, watching the way your pupils dilate, eyes going glossy under his intensity. “Does your old man know how much of a tramp his precious little baby girl is? That she’s got such a greedy fuckin' pussy she can’t help herself from rubbin' his buddy Joel’s cock under the table like a desperate slut.”

“Joel,” you whisper breathlessly, all the attitude draining from you at the drop of a hat the second he gets a little mean. Your eyes are stuck on his lips and, after a beat, you start leaning in, like you’ll die if you don’t kiss him.

Joel stops you with a hand fisted in your hair, keeping you still a few centimeters away from his lips. A pitiful whine falls from your slack mouth, wide eyes flicking back up to meet his with a pleading look.

“You want me to kiss you, princess?” he asks, mean and condescending. Your breath puffs over his lips, hot and needy as you nod your head as best you can. Joel laughs, dark and cool as he shakes his head slowly. “Whores like you don’t get kissed baby, they get fucked.”

It does something to you—Joel can see it in the way your lashes flutter, in the way your thighs press together, like you can feel his words between your legs. He watches the rise and fall of your chest quicken, the way your lips part as a little breathless sound escapes them, and he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

Desperate. Squirming. Ready to let him ruin you.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, low and almost reverent, but the wicked curl of his lips betrays the softness in his tone. “Bet you’re already soaked, aren’t you?”

You nod, your chest rising up to press against his with every breath.

“Words,” he demands, voice sharp as a needle. Your thighs twitch at the sound of it.

“Yes,” you breathe shakily. “I’ve been wet since you got here.”

That has Joel groaning, jaw ticking as his cock twitches heavily in his boxers, pre-come oozing into the cotton.

He doesn’t waste another second. He drops your hair to grab your shoulders, pulling and pushing until you’re tumbling onto your old bed. You let out a sharp gasp as your back hits the mattress, the force of it bouncing you a few times.

Joel looms over you, watching you, finally letting himself get a good look at the picture you make. Splayed across dainty floral sheets, chest heaving, staring up at him with need written all over your pretty face. It practically pumps off of you in waves, he can almost taste it.

Without another word, Joel reaches for his belt, his heavy gaze never leaving yours. The metal of his buckle clinks loudly in the quiet of the room, underscored by the quick pants of your breath. It snaps with how hard he yanks it out of his belt loops, the leather cracking in the air menacingly.

"You wanted this," Joel mutters, popping the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down with a sharp hiss. "You practically fuckin’ begged for it."

You make a desperate little sound at the sight of his cock finally being freed from the confines of his jeans—thick, heavy, and leaking when it slaps against his stomach. Your legs spread wider like an offering, like you need it in you now.

Joel huffs out a laugh, grabbing your ankle and yanking you down the bed, making you squeak in surprise. He climbs on the mattress, his body completely blanketing yours so you couldn’t move if you wanted to.

His hand drags down your body, over the swell of your breasts, over your ribs, the curve of your hip, until he’s gripping the hem of your dress. Joel slips his hand under the skirt, rough palms gliding up the soft skin of your thighs before gripping the meat of them hard enough to bruise.

The thought of you finding the marks tomorrow, pretty shades of purple and yellow branding your skin as a reminder of this moment, of what Joel did to you—it makes his stomach flip with a sick thrill.

It doesn’t take much for Joel to push the bunched fabric around your hips the rest of the way up, exposing the barely-there scrap of lace covering you.

He makes a sound low in his throat when he sees the little damp spot blooming along the powder blue fabric. “So fuckin’ needy,” he mutters, tracing his middle finger along the wet seam of your pussy, featherlight, teasing. “Can’t even sit through one damn dinner without beggin’ for my attention like a two-bit truck stop whore.”

You nod frantically, lips trembling, pupils blown wide as you blink up at him.

Joel tsks mockingly, raising his palm to give your clothed pussy a sharp slap that has you crying out. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Please, Joel.”

Your voice is so soft, so wrecked. And Joel feels himself get impossibly harder, his cock throbbing where it’s pressed against your stomach, blurting pre-come onto the delicate pink tulle of your dress. He can hardly wait any longer.

Joel hooks a finger into the leg of your panties, dragging them down hard enough that he hears a rip. He can’t find it in himself to care, he just pulls them far enough that they pool around your ankles uselessly.

He finally takes himself in his hand so he can drag his cock through the wet mess of your pussy, bumping it up against your hole but not giving you a damn inch. A devastating noise falls from your lips, slow and sweet as molasses, your hips buck up off the mattress, trying to take him in. He presses one heavy hand down on your stomach, keeping you still.

“Ask me for it,” Joel whispers darkly, slapping the head over your glistening clit. “Beg for my cock.”

Your fingers curl into the sheets, frustration and desire burning in the inky black of your pupils. “Please, Joel. It’s all I can think about, can only think about you,” you ramble senseslessly, voice breathless. “About you fucking me. About your cock stretching me open. Please fuck me, please, want it so bad.”

Fuck, he loves hearing you beg.

Joel grips your hips, holding you steady as he presses inside, slow at first, just enough to make you gasp, enough to let you feel how thick he is stretching you open. He curses, head falling forward as he watches himself disappear inside you inch by inch.

Your hands scramble along the length of his back, nails scratching uselessly as you try to adjust to the sudden fullness. Joel knows he’s too big, the stretch too much all at once without prep. He knows it. He just doesn’t give a damn.

“I know, it’s a big stretch ain’t it?” Joel coos, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over the skin of your hips. “You can still take it, darlin’. It’s what you wanted, wanted me to lose my goddamn mind and ruin this sweet little pussy.”

You nod desperately, a loud cry bursting from your chest as he pulls you back until his hips are flush with your ass. Your velvety heat feels scalding around him, snug and perfect, like it was made for him—made for his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he stays there for a beat, buried to the hilt—forcing you really feel the full, aching stretch before he starts to move. He drags his cock out to the tip, almost all the way, before slamming forward again, knocking the breath from your lungs. “That’s it—take it all, just like that.”

Joel sets a brutal pace, fucking you so deep he swears he must be in your goddamn guts. His grip is merciless, his fingers digging into your hips as he uses them to pull you back against him, meeting every punishing thrust. The dirty sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with the slick squelch of your pussy as it tries to suck him back in each time he pulls out, the pretty soft gasps and moans you’re struggling to keep quiet the cherry on top of it all.

It’s so loud, a symphony of lewd sounds bouncing off the walls enough that Joel would be worried that someone might overhear if your house wasn’t such a maze.

Joel watches you writhe beneath him, your back arching, hands grasping at his shoulders, his arms, his hair, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucks into you with ruthless precision. Every thrust sends a shockwave through your body, makes your breath hitch, your legs trembling where they’re locked tight around his waist.

“Poor thing,” he mutters, voice a low rasp in your ear. “Too dumb to talk now, huh? Just layin’ here, takin’ it like a good little whore.”

Your eyes roll back in your head when he tilts his hips, the new angle forcing his cock to rub up against your sweet spot with every thrust. “Joel–”

Joel leans over you, breath hot against your ear as he mutters, “This what you needed, baby? Needed Daddy’s friend to hike your pretty dress up and fuck you good and hard like this?” He speeds his hips up fast enough to get the bed shaking on its frame. “Actin’ like a spoiled little brat all night just so I’d drag you up here and teach you some fuckin’ manners?” 

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck—” Your words slur together, breathy and high-pitched, your fingers twisting in his hair as he keeps up that relentless pace.

Joel reaches up to snatch your jaw in a tight grip, the rhythm of his hips never faltering. “Open your mouth,” he growls, fingers digging into the meat of your cheeks meanly. When you don’t, too fucked out of your mind to listen, he shakes your head back and forth like a bad dog. “Open it.”

The command breaks through the pleasure filled haze clouding your mind, and your mouth falls open obediently. Your slick lips parting enough for Joel to see the enticing pink of your tongue. A groan claws its way out from deep in his chest, and he leans down close to spit into your mouth.

Your moan is a high, choked whine as your eyes flutter shut, your pussy squeezing around his cock impossibly tighter. 

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ swallow,” he says, fucking into your clenching heat harder. “Hold it right there.”

You open your eyes to stare up at him like he’s some kind of God, your lashes clumped together and glossy with unshed tears—gaze glazed over with a kind of bliss that makes something dark and satisfied wriggle to life in his chest.

“Good girl,” he mutters, barely above a whisper, but the words hit you like a sack of bricks. Your walls squeeze around him, and he groans low in his chest. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you even wider so he can watch the way his cock disappears into your puffy pussy, shining with your slick every time he pulls out. “Look at that. Fuckin’ made to take cock, aren’t you?”

You moan around closed lips, nails digging little crescent moons into his shoulders so hard that he can feel his shirt ripping under the force of it. Joel can tell you’re getting close, your whole body trembling violently as the coil of your orgasm winds tighter and tighter.

“Go ahead and swallow for me, baby girl.” Joel needs to hear you, needs to hear you say his name when you come on his cock. “Wanna hear that pretty voice.”

The sound of you swallowing is music to Joel’s ears, his hips stuttering as he watches your throat work.

“Please,” you gasp, fat crocodile tears rolling down your cheeks. “Need to come, need you to make me—”

“Yes,” he hisses, his thrusts turning sloppy for a beat before he regains his rhythm. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna soak my cock nice and good?”

His words push you right over the edge. Your entire body tenses, pleasure rolling through you in a white-hot wave as your climax crashes over you, stealing your breath. You sob Joel’s name, thighs shaking uncontrollably, body shuddering beneath him as you clench down so fucking tight he can barely move.

Joel groans, his jaw going slack as he watches you fall apart, losing himself in the feel of your pussy milking his cock. He grits his teeth, hips snapping erratically as he chases his own release. 

“Fuck—gonna fill you up, baby,” he groans, voice wrecked. “Gonna fuck you full of me, make you mine.”

With one last thrust, Joel spills inside of you. He buries himself as deep as he can go, warmth flooding your core as spurt after spurt of come paints your insides, thick and hot. His body shakes with the force of it, a deep, guttural moan falling from his lips as he rides out his orgasm.

Joel just stays there, panting, his forehead resting against yours.

For a moment, both of you are too overwhelmed to move. You just lay on the mattress tangled together in the aftermath, breaths mingling, bodies slick with sweat. Joel smooths his hands up your sides, grounding himself as you both come down from the highs of ecstasy.

When you finally stop shaking, Joel pulls back just enough to look at you, to take in the wrecked, spent look on your face. He brushes his knuckles over your sweaty cheek, softer than before. “Still think I didn’t bring you a present?”

You let out an amused huff, pushing your hands up under the back of his shirt so you can trace the column of his spine with gentle fingers. “Trust me, it’s the only present I’m getting that’ll be worth a damn. Money can’t buy this, Miller.”

Joel chuckles, low and smooth as warmth blooms in his chest. He presses a lingering kiss to your shoulder. “You earned it, baby.”

mini nat's note: thank you so much for reading! mwah.

[soaps-mohawk]

Summary: Task Force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least that’s what Price has been saying since its formation. Two alphas and two betas balance the pack just fine, and they have the numbers to prove it.

It works for a while, until the Omega Initiative is born and the 141 find themselves having to adjust to the sudden addition of an omega to their pack. Fresh out of an institute, you’re hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so Price thinks. 

As each member of the team gets closer to you, things begin to come to light, not only about you but about the decision to force you into their lives.

Maybe, just maybe, Price was wrong and the 141 does need an omega after all. 

Pairings: Poly 141 x reader, Price x Gaz, Ghost x Soap

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, NSFW content, explicit smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), knotting, biting, claiming, mating cycles, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, age differences, military inaccuracies, canon typical violence, blood, weapons, language, no use of Y/N, brief torture, hurt/comfort, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.

Chapters containing smut are marked with a *

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NAVIGATION PAGE

CRCB DIRECTORY

Part 1 - The Omega

Chapter 1 - The Introduction

Chapter 2 - Adjustments

Chapter 3 - Speak Their Language

Chapter 4 - You Can Be Useful

Chapter 5 - What I Want *

Part 2 - The Bond

Chapter 6 - One Step Closer *

Chapter 7 - Sweet Strawberry

Chapter 8 - The Thing About Ghost

Chapter 9 - Save Me

Chapter 10 - Treat Me Gently*

Part 3 - The First Heat

Chapter 11 - It's Coming

Chapter 12 - Fire In My Veins*

Chapter 13 - Piece Me Back Together*

Chapter 14 - The Aftermath*

Part 4 - The New Normal

Chapter 15: Bonnie*

Chapter 16: Big Brown Eyes *

Chapter 17: Alone

Chapter 18: Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 19: Daddy Issues

Chapter 20: The New Normal *

Chapter 21: Crime and Punishment *

Chapter 22: I Won't Be Gentle

Part 5 - A Pack of Five

Chapter 23: Regrets

Chapter 24: The Last First Time *

Chapter 25: Animals *

Chapter 26: Fuck *

Chapter 27: Drown In It *

Chapter 28: Two Is Company, Three Is A Party *

Chapter 29: There's Something Wrong With My Omega

Part 6 - The Tragedy

Chapter 30: Butterfly's Wings

Chapter 31: Forced Proximity

Chapter 32: The Tragedy

Chapter 33: Ghosts of the Past

Chapter 34: The Whole Truth

Part 7 - The Aftermath

Chapter 35: Threads

Chapter 36: To The Sea

Chapter 37: The Silence

Chapter 38: Shattered

Chapter 39: Life

Part 8 - The Next Chapter

Chapter 40: Where Do We Go From Here

Chapter 41: Revenge

Chapter 42: Comfort and Joy

Chapter 43: Lies

Chapter 44: Little Shit

Chapter 45: Heat of the Moment *

Chapter 46: My Girl *

Chapter 47: The Reunion

Chapter 48: Wild Times *

Chapter 49: Reforming Bonds *

Chapter 50: Flashback *

Part 9 - Finding Home

Chapter 51: Back To The Start

Chapter 52: The Rucking Princess

Chapter 53: Meeting the Family

Chapter 54: The Farm

Title card made by the beautiful @141wh0re

Chapter 55: Finding Home *

Chapter 56: Making Home *

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* "YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT SILLY PROJECT OF YOURS, YOU JUST WANT SOME DICK."

[ { SYNOPSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This fic was originally written & published on Wattpad but due to multiple complications, I’ve decided to upload it here.

[ { CONTENT } ] ➤ Each chapter is rather lengthy & the entirety of this fiction exceeds at least 90k words and counting. There are plenty of sexual themes & smut within this story so please proceed with caution.

[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ fem!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college non-curse au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, hints of; obsession, possessiveness, & stalking. Violence, whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ { DISCLAIMER } ] ➤ Please do not come to me with comparisons of this story to any other out there. I usually don’t mind but there are specific books out there that this tale has been oddly compared to in the past &, it’s caused complications & unnecessary drama. As such, enjoy tfl for what it is, pls & ty.

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In case you’re confused, here’s a breakdown of this fic.

Hope you enjoy!

|| @kamiversee || ff status; complete ||

[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — smau

after getting evicted out of your old place, you're left with no other choice but to look for a cheaper alternative. which is how you end up becoming neighbours with lee haechan, who has a passion for music and disturbing whatever peace and quiet there is.

or in which you found yourself a very nice apartment, the only issue? your neighbour is your friend's somewhat ex-situationship who won't stop playing his guitar at 2 am in the night.

neighbour!haechan x fem!reader

genre ; enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, probably slow burn, humour, neighbours au.

extras ; haechan is kinda an asshole | boy next door + likes everyone but you trope-ish | profanity and death jokes because they’re silly! | probably romantic tension | some mark x reader here and there | renjun and jaemin having their own e2bffs moment | probably inaccurate depiction of how someone would get evicted pls don’t shoot me 😅

notes ; i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan <333 idk i got nothing better to do now so i’ll just start this because i know i won’t be posting any of the other long fic wips any time soon 😭

PLAYLIST ; She , Tyler The Creator — For The Night , Chloe Bailey — IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU , Bktherula — Surprise , Chloe Bailey — I Wanna Be down , Brandy — Suite Life , FLO — Is It A Crime? , No Guidnce — Round&Round , NCT U .

STATUS ; completed! (18.02.25)

profiles (1) profiles (2)

intro

1 ) jaehyun’s trophy wife

2 ) free cookies (not really)

3 ) midnight disturbance

4 ) attempted murder?

5 ) THIS IS FAMILY

6 ) haechan’s second identity

7 ) kiss buddies and useless complaints

8 ) critically acclaimed idgaf veteran

9 ) founders keepers..?

10 ) yangyang’s new interest (y/n)

11 ) a late welcome party

12 ) invest in a cage jaemin

13 ) cat fight (REAL)

14 ) the cure to a lack of sleep = cup pong

15 ) who said quiet guys can’t be freaky?

16 ) you got a girlfriend?

17 ) i DO have a girlfriend

18 ) this is life, i love life..

19 ) nah. they fucking.

20 ) let’s play apex?

21 ) whole house mad

22 ) drunken regrets

23 ) he’s got to be fucking with me..

24 ) a sincere apology letter (kinda)

25 ) are we cool or not?

26 ) we’re good (for real)

27 ) a personal guitar lesson

28 ) LIVE TWEETING YNHAE MOMENTS

29 ) a moment of vulnerability

30 ) friendly q&a between friends

31 ) that’s strange.. that’s weird..

32 ) solution to job loss = family guy (???)

33 ) what has jaehyun done for society?

34 ) ynhae bonding activity hours

35 ) an unwanted double date with yangyang

36 ) an overwhelming realisation

37 ) the universe can kill itself

38 ) a “what are we” conversation

39 ) i got that hair too, kinda

40 ) reviewing haechan’s tweet and new issues

41 ) diagnosed with the crush disease

42 ) putting your satisfaction first

43 ) some girl talk with mark.. this diva..

44 ) girls day gone WRONG

45 ) homies before hoemies

46 ) #BringBackGenderNorms2024

47 ) no one but us

48 ) the words of the DEVIL

49 ) remove the fake from life

50 ) y/n and jaemin would’ve loved this

51 ) you’re a queen and he’s just.. there

52 ) we are sooooo fixing this

53 ) spiritual connection attempts

54 ) satanic mind manipulation

55 ) cucklord

56 ) when you kinda gaf

57 ) when you been thuggin it out for so long

58 ) a second try

59 ) be careful who you call OOMF

60 ) the paid price

BONUS:

TBA . . .

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[fandom]

Top 23 of 2023

Have you been aching to get your hot little hands on 52 weeks of data around original posts, likes, reblogs, and searches, all weighted and ranked and tied up into categories with a nice little bow on top? Well, today’s your day! It should come as no surprise that Artists on Tumblr reign supreme: from stunning traditional art, jaw-dropping digital art, fanart, sculptures, textile art—you name it, basically—this year’s list shows that Tumblr truly is the home for art and artists. Thank you, Artists on Tumblr, for enriching our dashboards day after day. 

Rounding out the top three, we have two iconic shows: Good Omens is live-action, and The Owl House is animated, but both have a heck of a love story at their core. The second season of Good Omens blessed us with not one but two ineffably exquisite ships, while the final season of The Owl House broke and then healed fans’ hearts in equal measure. Thanks, @danaterrace! Actually, come to think of it, the Good Omens finale kinda did the same in reverse. Thanks to you, too, @neil-gaiman! We can’t wait for season 3. 

Speaking of heartbreak and healing, Our Flag Means Death’s second season offered both in droves. The entire cast gave stellar performances, and fans couldn’t have been happier to see the kinds of representation the show displayed. Last year’s #1 topic, Stranger Things, may have dropped a bit, but trust us, you wouldn’t know it from the amount of meta, fanart, and fics in the tag. And did you hear about the live-action adaptations of both The Last of Us and One Piece? They were a preeeetty big deal this year, too. Check ‘em out if you haven’t yet (lol, of course you have). And we’d be remiss not to mention the hugely dedicated fans, fanartists, and fic writers devoting their time to all things Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Y’all deserve a little pizza, as a treat.

2023 was also a year for blockbuster movies, which of course hasn’t escaped anybody’s notice here on Tumblr. Barbie smashed box offices worldwide and left us reeling with every re-watch. How can one describe Greta Gerwig’s pink-filled opus? It certainly is one of the movies of all time. Meanwhile, with its incredible animation and soundtrack, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse introduced us to a whole new multiverse of Spider-People, opening the portal to a veritable flood of incredible OCs. And then, of course, we got a fresh perspective on an old classic when cinephiles introduced Martin Scorscese’s cinematic masterpiece, Goncharov (1973), to a new generation of film aficionados who resoundingly agree that it is, in fact, the greatest mafia movie ever made. We’re so glad this underrated film finally got the acclaim it has long deserved.

In the realms of gaming and tech, the long-anticipated Baldur’s Gate 3 has basically become everyone’s new favorite D&D/dating sim combination. Of course, the Pokémon franchise, games, shows, and Hatsune Miku collabs remain perennial favorites. Elon Musk’s purchase of Twitter, sorry, we mean of course X, made waves across the internet. Similarly, the Reddit blackout drove Redditors to new venues, and Tumblr users welcomed the folks from r/196 with open arms—we’re huge fans of your memes, y’all, and you fit right in. Welcome, we’re glad you enjoy the chaos. Here’s a fun fact: if we included post metadata in Year in Review rankings, #polls, introduced in January of 2023, would have been the #5 topic on Tumblr this year. Phenomenal. 

And, oh right. Taylor Swift had kind of a big year, what with the albums, the epic global tour, and the movie and stuff. Fantastic work, @taylorswift, the Swifties on Tumblr thank you for everything.

This is Tumblr’s Year in Review.

Artists on Tumblr

Good Omens

The Owl House

Barbie

Pokémon

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Critical Role

Goncharov

Taylor Swift

Genshin Impact

Stranger Things

The Last of Us

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Elon Musk

196

Star Wars

Our Flag Means Death

Crowley | Good Omens

LGBTQ

Cottagecore

Baldur's Gate 3

One Piece

Aziraphale | Good Omens

[sasahuaa]

Idia Shroud as an omega

Riddle - Leona - Azul - Kalim - Vil - Malleus

gn!reader, sfw

out of all of them, i believe this is one of my best fics, was really inspired in this one! i am experimenting with a new format for this series and i am really proud of how this turned out, i love exploring internal conflicts of characters, and i hope you all like this fic too. i cant believe i have just one more from the dorm leaders to go

Since his childhood, Idia came to terms that his life was already decided by circumstances out of his control. The future heir of the household, the head of S.T.Y.X, what school he would attend, the circles he would be part of.

Though when his mind wandered with fantasies and dreams of countless adventures, with his little brother by his side as his partner in crime, Idia held onto hope that at least some parts of his life, as little as they could be, could be decided by himself.

Idia hopes he will be able to play games and have free time, he hopes that he can simulate a place of freedom where all his fantasies are reality, all encompassed inside his room.

Ah, wouldn't it be nice to be the one choosing his own mate? Preposterous as it may seem to him, in a faraway land, or another reality, he could be loved.

Courting

It was supposed to just be a security check, a routine he followed countless times. 

Once again he received a message from Crowley, something about a mishap during  a magic class, somehow turning into a virus, contaminating both people and - sevens, Idia would like to know how - machines. Idia pets himself in the back for creating a good antivirus system for Ortho, else he doesn’t know if he would be able to stop himself from hunting down the perpetrators. 

Good thing his baby brother is safe, inside his nest, where no evil can get to him.

Leaning on his chair, Idia finished up his job, while running the code again on his computer to make sure everything was good to go, he looked away to the cameras, checking if they were back from malfunctioning. He scrolled quickly from each of them.

Camera 1, camera 2, camera 3… a long way until he got to camera 52 in an almost deserted classroom, just one student and a very cute cat.

Feeling indulgent, the omega enhanced the settings, zooming with a perfect 4k quality, although what first got his attention and a small smile was the catlike creature, what completely stole his breath away, made his jaw drop, and his skin hotter than usual was the human who calmly spoke to it, with mischievous glint in their eyes and a teasing smile.

Between the daydreaming adventures he shared with Ortho years ago, a mate is not something he often fantasized about, at the time thinking many other things were much more exciting than alphas. Because of that, Idia doesn't think he has a type, a mate was never in his plans, not when it means tying them down with him, in a place even Idia can barely tolerate.

But looking at them, Idia thinks you are totally his type.

He felt like he was flying.

– 

Idia told himself that he was not a creep, your pretty face may have caught him off guard, but he would not go out of his way to search for you.

If by chance his tablet crossed your path or he stumbled on a camera with you in it, and he lingered a little longer than appropriate, that was just a coincidence. 

You're just so enticing to watch, to the way you're diligent in classes, trying to catch up on the knowledge you were deprived of being a non native of this land, to how you're so willing to help, and an undeniable strength making up for the lack of magic. 

Everything about you screamed ideal alpha. He was sure he was not the only omega who noticed, if other omegas getting shy and acting like pre-pubescents first meeting a potential mate was anything to go by.

Not him though! He would never embarrass himself like these normies do! Actually talking to alphas? Ew, he is too much pleased with just observing when it happens that you appear on his screen.

But maybe he got too careless, and it was all your fault - how dare you be so mesmerizing, he will have his revenge someday. 

While he was admiri- ahem - doing really important stuff, Ortho sneaked behind his back and caught his gaze on you. Not cool Ortho, absolutely not cool. And his very much NOT crush was figured out by his little brother, which again, Ortho, Idia swears you are just seeing things.

“But, brother, why are your body heat and heartbeat higher than usual?” he would counter with a cheeky tone any time he tried to deny.

Idia rather die than to like someone, to have to meet expectations and give himself. It’s reaching up for something that demands more than he is capable, going too close to the sun, none the wiser setting oneself to flames and far away from salvation, the end always being falling to the hard ground, no one to stabilize his feet in the end.

All his protests fell in deaf ears, for one thing the two Shrouds had in common was great stubbornness when they had an idea in mind. Suddenly, Muscle Red couldn't contact him anymore, a blink of an eye later,  a recently released MMORPG was installed on his computer.

A new game meant that most players were rushing to complete quests, farming and, as expected from a game from that genre, forming guilds of 2 to 5 people. The importance of guilds was purely made for easier fights against bosses, completing special events, fighting on the weekly championship, earning higher rewards if you and your teammates do good, and, ugh, socializing.

Typing or talking behind a screen is much easier than real life, the anonymity is comforting for Idia, but it also comes with being familiar and, at the same time, unknown about the other person. Muscle Red was both of those, his current guild… is not.

Ortho was very smug about the fact that he prevented Idia from playing with Muscle Red in this MMORPG, eyes glinting with mirth only a child his age could have. His brother also made sure to be the one creating the guild, accessible only through invite, which was great! Less randoms and noobies for him to carry! Idia was perfectly fine with being a duo with his brother.

Except he was not.

Ortho made a whole show of inviting you to the guild, searching for your username using the IP from Ramshackle, the character named Catluv following right behind them was daunting. Idia could at least count the small victory that though he was one step away from his comfort zone about knowing who he was playing with, at least you didn't know about them, a small grace that Ortho granted him.

Worst of all, his brother constantly sent both you and him to do fetch quests or killing mobs while he decorated the base. But mostly surprising for him, being playing with you didn't feel like a chore. Of course, he was still doing most of the work, but you also put your fair share of work done and when bored, started chatting about anything that got your interest and aimlessly wandering around his character. Most important, you didn't seem to care about his lackluster responses.

[Base upgraded! Return to spawn to check what's new!]

Catluv: im omw back, was waiting to buy that armor

Catluv: u coming or will keep farming?

Catluv: also want to search for that boss in the plains later, increased rate drop to legendary weapons, if i get that 0.01% spear i'll literally cry

Gloomurai: im coming with you, i can help you later

Catluv: yay

It was nice, if the omega had to admit to himself. Another type of comforting he wasn't used to, he guesses it comes from spending time with someone he has positive feelings on while also keeping his own privacy. What surprised him the most though, was the deep purr that he made anytime a notification from you popped up, the first time Idia heard himself he almost jumped from the chair, being caught completely off guard.

Idia was surprised that he could purr, he thought that this was another one of his failures as an omega, he was not nurturing, not the normal gentle, kind, petite that was expected, he felt like any omega behaviour he had was more bothersome than enjoyable, except the nests he put effort into.

The housewarden was also warming up to you, conversations went easy when he felt no judgement from your behalf. When he first saw you, Idia thought you didn't look like the type to tolerate conversations about game mechanics and probabilities, but you were indulgent whenever the topic came up. He also had a brief suspicion that you would seek openings for those kinds of conversations, since he always rambled and many times lost track of the original question.

Gloomurai: so you see, if our guild get to rank 5 or above, we will get more 0.4% of legendary drop rates and increase epic rate to 10%, that's why i planned a strategy for the next weekly championship

Catluv: u nerd

Gloomurai: problem?

Catluv: i love nerds

Falling in love was getting too close to the sun, to permit your wings to melt and fall again to the ground. Idia repeated this many times, but he still felt tingling and yearning to the warmth of sunlight.

– 

He was done for.

r/relationshipadvice

u/GloomySamurai

I (18Ω) think I fell in love with an online friend (α)

We study in the same school, but never met face to face. I don't like going out of my room, sometimes I think I would like to go out and meet them. They are inviting me to hang out, especially now that they discovered that we are both students from the same place. How should I do that? I fear that they won't like what they see, if they know it's me.

u/AppleReaper

why would an alpha be forcing you out of your room? very loser behavior of them, red flag, stay safe OP

u/FlutheEmperor

Maybe you could invite them to your room if you don't want to go out at all?

u/Sheep1647

DO NOT invite them to your room, they are an alpha, you can never trust them in your place of vulnerability when you never met them personally, and you look distrustful of them, since you are afraid that they may stop being your friend if they met you, what do you think they won't like? Your personality? Appearance? If it's the latter they don't deserve any more time of your day, it's so superficial. A public place is always the safer choice INFO: do you have any trusted person to you that can vouch for their character? 

Idia felt like throwing up, he wanted to throw his phone across the room in rage. He was so close to doxxing all these people for saying unsavory things about your personality when they don't know you. You who stays with him until the moon turns to sun just because he didn't feel like sleeping, you who made him feel heard and cared even through the chat system of the guild or the occasional voice calls, you who always extended a hand to all your friends.

He should have thought better before seeking the opinion of reddit users, they are certainly more single than him!  The omega decided, he will meet you face to face and prove to all of them how wrong they are.

But still… he had one problem.

He didn't feel like he was good enough, not when he had unsavory feelings towards you. The dorm leader always felt eyes on him in the rare instances when he left his room, people talking behind back about his hair and personality. He hoped you would overlook his shortcomings. The omega hardly has the courage to face you!

Because you are beautiful, an otherworldly presence surrounds you, and a demeanor that would put prince charmings and enchanted princess alike to shame. Why would you choose a scrawny omega like him? it's unfathomable, he curses at himself, it's simply impossible for an alpha like you to become enamored with an omega like him, not when athletic omegas like Leona exist, or with ethereal beauties like Vil.

If you knew about the feelings deep inside him… how he wishes to be held in your embrace, to be the sole object of your affections, you would laugh at him! Deservedly so!

He knows he is not the best option, yet he couldn't help but hope. Idia spent his entire life drowning in a sea of voices, where his own went unheard even when he forced himself to go above the surface. He expected for you to be just one more tide that pushed him down, but it seems you cleared enough room for him to fit in your world.

– 

When Idia finally met you in real life, it was much more than he had expected.

His lungs flooded, having just online interactions rendered him unable to smell your scent, and now he wonders how he could have missed this in his life before. If he had any doubts about wanting you before, it turned to dust in a mere snap of a finger.

Falling in love was foolish, the hard ground is always the final destiny, yet Idia couldn't help but suspect that you would wait for him from below, arms ready to catch him before he gets hurt. If this is what falling in love means, he could accept that.

Growling

Idia is not much of an growler. Many of the Ignyhide students never heard him growl, much less the rest of NRC. This is not to say he doesn't growl, most of all, Idia is a passionate person about his hobbies and interests.

If there are people talking behind his back about his appearance or personality, he would most likely just ignore it - maybe give a sad whimper when he is alone in his nest. But doubting or thinking they are better than him in gaming and engineering? Idia will push the fiercest growl out of his throat.

Even when he is playing and in a difficult match, he rather keep himself quiet, otherwise the rumbling in his chest distract him.

Though in his personal opinion, even when he doesn't enjoy growling all that much, he thinks your growls are really hot.

If you are immersed in your own interests or defending his honor while growling, Idia is quietly chirping behind you.

Purring

As stated before, Idia rarely ever purrs. He used to do it more frequently before, when Ortho was still alive like any other being, but ever since the shock of his death Idia thought his purr box got broken.

During courting, he is still getting used to purring, many times pissing him off more than calming him down. But with time, he learns to accept as a part of himself.

Idia's purrs betray him sometimes, the omega gets easily embarrassed when you shower him with affection, he may try to hide himself behind a pillow or under a blanket, yet his purr box is working like a machine, satisfied to be receiving attention from his alpha.

Nesting

Idia has his nest covering his bed, a very big and warm nest. 90% of his day he is laying there. If he was asked to mention one quality of being an omega, he would for sure say nesting. For him, it's impossible to understand why betas and alphas do not indulge in nesting themselves.

He wants to share his happiness with you, so date nights are most of the times spent in his nest. Idia almost suffocates you with how many blankets he has, of so many kinds. Also, he prefers blankets than pillows, but he is open to introducing to his nest merchandise plushies from fandoms he is part of.

This omega is super insecure in your relationship, at least in the beginning of your relationship, so to reassure himself, he tries to make his room a second den for you, acquiring things he knows you'll like. Idia likes to imagine that his room is a den proper to keep the most prized possessions of his alpha - he wants to include himself in this category too.

And vice-versa, he wants to have permission to make nests in your own den.

Marking

Quite possessive, doesn't like to imagine other omegas looking at what is his.

At the same time, he doesn't want to appear overly clingy or do things these embarrassing couples do. But if he sees super cringe matching cups with "player 1”and "player 2” stamped, he is buying it without a second thought, in fact, he is not even having a first thought.

Also buys necklaces with both of your initials - he is what he judges the most.

Probably wants to scent mark you, but is too shy to suggest unless he is in a fit of jealousy. When this happens, besides his natural scent, the smell of bitterness and warning are glued to your skin. He'll be seen more often by your side, wearing one of your hoodies, until he calms down.

Omeganspace

Nail marks embed your arms and back, Idia doesn't want to let you go. A healthy blush flushes from his cheek to chest, and he nips your face and neck while chirping.

It's during these times that Idia is shameless to claim, he'll openly admit his desires and fears, holding you tightly and almost merging your bodies.

He would do it if he could, better yet, he wants to find a way to do so.

Idia have a selective hearing, he can be obedient and listen to you if he thinks his reward will be worth it. But if you suggest leaving to do any other activity? Suddenly it's like he does not have years at all and your arms are full of putty omega.

☽ ☼ ☾

“Are you finished yet?”

You murmur beside him, watching your own gaming PC that Idia installed in his room. Both of you were playing Stardew Valley, Idia's character was almost passing out from exhaustion after spending the day in the cave, while you decided to stay back and take care of the farm.

He wanted to laugh menacingly at the reddit users who deemed you untrustworthy, because look at you! being a perfect not-his-yet-alpha in game, taking the housework duties while he works hard to provide.

Yep, that's how it should be, Idia sees his future and it's bright - he should really turn down the brightness on his screen a little. 

“Hm,” and his character falls down, spawning in his own bed, a bed beside yours!

“I have a gift for you,” you giggle, urging him outside to meet you. “Close your eyes~”

Idia waits in front of your home and does what you asked. He can hear your steps as you approach, the sound coming from your computer as you mess with your hud.

“You can see now”

The omega opens his eyes, his face heats up and he inhales a deep breath. A marriage proposal pops up on his screen, your character with a mermaid pendant standing right before him.

As he glances to the side, he meets your gaze, an expectant look and a soft smile graces your features. With a hand gifting him an scented scarf, a proper courting gift, Idia can just think that you promise much more for the future.

[artsyannierose]

Hii!! In response to your recent post: I know you asked for fic recs but what are some fics that you've enjoyed and could recommend?? Any weresonamy fics are ESPECIALLY appreciated LOL

FIC RECS ACTUALLY I’VE BEEN MEANING TO DO THIS FOR SOOOO LONGGGG

SonAmy Fic Recs!!

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Key:

✅ - Finished

❌ - Unfinished

☁️ - Fluff

💔 - Angst

🫂 - Comfort

🫶 - my favorites

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Oneshots ⬇️

Canon Compliant:

Canon compliant is like i can kind of see this happening even if its a bit of a stretch

Reaching Out - by overdoxicity ✅ 🫂 🫶

Have I mentioned that the Metal Virus is my all-time favorite Sonic storyline? Unsurprisingly I love a fic where Sonic comforts Amy in her distress about the whole situation.

This might as well be canon in my eyes

Amy’s Happy Place - by MakutaMatata ✅ ☁️ 🫶

Just Amy’s thoughts about being in Sonic’s arms SHES SO CUTE THEYRE SO CUTE AAAAAAA

The Cards Never Lie - by MakutaMatata ✅

Small fic riding on nostalgia where Amy decides to visit Little Planet but is interrupted by Eggman, but luckily a certain blue someone is there to fret about her

FLUFFF THEY’RE SO CUTEEE

The Test of Love: A Novelization - by BigKlingy ✅

As the title suggests, this fic is Sonic 06’s “Trial of Love” in the format of a novel, and I’m particularly fond of the way that Elise isn’t demonized, yet Sonic realizes how Amy is a perfect fit for him

Too bad he doesn’t remember any of it smh

Debí Haberme Decidido Antes - by BronySonicFan ✅

This is in Spanish, but for those who can read it, it’s Sonic inner thoughts regarding Amy whilst running around the Starfall Islands during the events of Sonic Frontiers, especially following those open world voicelines about her.

gossamer love - by shizuumi151 ✅ ☁️

Fluff fic where Sonic stays at Amy’s house to ride out a storm and with the amount of romantic tension and flirty banter they have you’d be convinced that they’re dating by now but ofc they’re not because we love torturing ourselves with “PLEASE JUST KISS ALREADY”

Unseen Passion - by FlashDriver ✅ ☁️ 🫶

A little heavy on the flirty Amy here but Amy finally gets those glasses that she honestly desperately needs, and Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles argue about which is the perfect view on Angel Island to show her first with her new glasses.

one rose-tinted morning - by shizuumi151 ✅ ☁️

Sonic surprises Amy on her birthday with quite a few sweet gifts.

more fluff (surprising that i have so much fluff on this rec list)

The Rains of Kronos Island - by MakutaMatata ✅ ☁️

Set right before the Core Four leave the Starfall Islands, Amy and Sonic finally get to share that umbrella…and a little heart-to-heart

more fluff nom nom nom

Silver the Shipper - by FlashDriver ✅ ☁️

Silver practically causes Sonic’s heart to go into insane tachycardia with the simple question “Do you love Amy Rose?”

insinuated silvaze

A Measure of Trust - by FlashDriver ✅ ☁️

Maybe a bit OOC but I love my overtly doting Amy

Knux (and by knux i mean rouge) is having a costume party and Sonic’s just going to have to trust Amy to pick out a good costume for him.

Just A Latte - by EssyCogany2047 ✅ ☁️

Cute little oneshot with extremely good characterization if i do say so myself

Amy wins a bet to have Sonic get lattes with her, but of course their dates are never normal (he’s Sonic the Hedgehog after all)

Blossoming Alone Over You - by mapetitecherie ✅ 🫂

Almost 1 to 1 retelling of Episode 52 of Sonic Prime

jkjk Sonic X

But its always the fluffiest feeling to relive the moment, this time told through Amy’s eyes and the thoughts going through her head during the whole thing starting from when she made the decision to wait for her darling Sonic to return home to her <3

Radiance and Resilience - by ApronBurn ✅ ☁️

It’s Amy’s Birthday again! The year after TMOSTH, and everyone wishes Amy a happy birthday except one…

“it reminded me of you….and it’s super pretty-”

“You think I’m pretty??”

CAUGHT IN 4K SONIC THE HEDGEHOG 🫵 🫵

the intention of love - by sensitivesensibilities ✅ ☁️ 🫶

When I tell you i GIGGLED LIKE MAD reading this

ITS SO SHORT BUT ITS LIKE FLUFFY BUT TEASING AND IM ABSOLUTELY EXPLODING AUGH SONIC MISSES AMY SO MUCH (post-frontiers)

total must read ↑

Canon Divergent:

either there’s a kiss or it’s undeniably romantic in nature, or not something i see happening in canon

Fading - by bouquets ✅ 💔🫶🫶🫶

Probably my all time favorite SonAmy oneshot, a small, angsty one where Amy gets hurt on the battlefield and Sonic’s with her.

Sonic also thinks a bit more about his feelings about Amy but imo the way he perceives her in the beginning is so, so perfect.

Love You Like You Love Me - by RebieaZ ✅ ☁️ 🫶

Again, a fic about Amy returning from her spreading-love trip, and Sonic couldn’t be more thrilled to see her.

He’s also ready to finally admit a few things to her…and maybe give some other things a try

Rememberance - by Skyelara ✅

A little bit of a romanticization of Sonic and Amy’s past experiences together across different timelines, but with some sweet nothings thrown in there to sweeten the deal hehe

also i love it when they think the other is crazy for being willing to sacrifice themself for the other but would absolutely do the same

At The Edge of a Cliff - Luescris ✅ 🫂

The guilt of letting such horrible things happen by the hand of Eggman gets to Sonic, and Amy is the one to remind him of the hero her is to her, and to everyone else.

approximate proximity - by windwhisper ✅ ☁️

Sonic and Amy aren’t dating but if you looked at them you’d probably think they’re dating CAUSE THEY TOTALLY SHOULD

idw sonamy my beloved

The Red Thread of Fate - by Jouska_the_Deer (Angst and Alliums) ✅ ☁️

Anyone who knows me knows I’m a sucker for the whole red thread of fate trope (heck i made a whole dtiys about it)

Sonic planned to ask Amy out but instead gets dragged into a wild goose chase looking for the ancient matchmaker (which kinda ends up being a date in of itself) because Amy is tired of not knowing whether or not Sonic and her will ever be a thing.

Cinematic Universe:

Sonic 4: A Fan’s Hypothetical Ending - by Anonymous567 ✅ 🫂

Bittersweet prediction of how the 4th movie might end

If you know me, you know I'm a sucker for bittersweet/angsty fics, but taking a relatively wholesome and fluffy couple (furthermore movie sonic, the most innocent incarnation) and giving them angst?

HECK YEAH GIVE IT TO ME

Alternate Universe:

Serendipity - by KokoLockhart ✅ ☁️

Cute lil fic about Sonic running across a drenched Amy in the rain after having a horrible date, and he offers her an umbrella cause what’s SonAmy without umbrellas <3

Snapshot - by FlashDriver ✅

Amelia Rose and her dad set out to find the mythical Blue Blur which everyone else thinks is a phony but ofc Amy and her dad don’t

idk if this is a full blown AU but its certainly interesting

Multi-Chapter ⬇️

Canon Compliant:

Steal You Away - by luigi-is-stellar ✅ 🫂🫶

One of the first sonamy fics i ever read if iirc, but it’s about what Sonic and Amy do in their downtime, or offscreen lol

Set during season 3 of sonic x, how i miss x sonamy…

i LOVE their banter in this, and Sonic is just SOOOO sweet to Amy i feel like my stomach contents are going to end up on the floor from how sweet he is and also how it all fits neatly into the inbetweens of each episode is stellar

Leftovers - by stagemanager ✅ 🫂

Becoming a werehog didn’t leave Sonic without lingering effects, and Amy and Tails are the ones to find that out

here’s ur weresonamy lol sorry i don’t think i have any more :(((

Canon Divergent:

Breaking Point: A Sonic Forces Rewrite - GoldRingsAm3 ✅ 💔 🫂 🫶

This isn’t necessarily a SonAmy centric fic, but there’s a good amount of SonAmy in it. The beginning follows Sonic and his awful experience in space during Sonic Forces, then later follows his recovery when his friends finally rescue him. Real cute how Amy wakes him up 👀

Sry i really like my angst and comfort fics

The Wind and The Rose - by Skyelara ❌

Collection of SonAmy drabbles for a 100 theme challenge, but they’re all adorable

little difficult to generalize a summary since they’re all pretty different

Miscellaneous ⬇️

Sonic Boom:

Boom Boom Into My Heart - by gojos_favorite_girl ✅ ☁️

Who doesn’t love them some good ol’ boom sonamy

Fic in which they FINALLY get together, but not without the inevitable bickering and banter.

“Boom Bet” - by Dann_danoninoo ✅ ☁️ 🫶

Y’all should know how much I love Boom SonAmy and their stupid banter, and this fic is the epitome of that Sonic and Amy make a bet on whether Sonic can give Amy the worse date ever but it turns out….maybe not so bad…

Alternate Universe:

What Was Stolen - by Beeextraordinary ❌ 💔 🫶

i’m sure every SonAmy fan has heard of this one by now but it doesn’t make it any less good

AU with Princess Amy training for a championship battle and she’s trained by delinquent thief Sonic with whom (whoopsie daisy) she falls in love with, and they’re trying to fight the unfair system imposed upon those like Sonic.

Her Blue Barista - by KokoLockhart ✅ ☁️ 🫶

Another one of my faves, a little meet-cute of overworked student Amy and barista Sonic, except he’s flirty asf and Amy can never help getting charmed by her blue blur in any universe <3

Enchanted - by trincie_sparkle ❌ ☁️

Both Amy and Sonic are performers, though Amy is a soloist and Sonic in a band with Tails and Knux. Sonic is selectively mute and has a difficult time talking with other people, but ends up opening up to Amy. Cute feels and romantic tension.

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My Fics:

Feel free to check out some of the stuff I write lol

Catching Up (with an umbrella) ✅ ☁️

(Pt. 1) Start of a series I’m working on where Sonic starts to seek out Amy’s attention much more than he used to

domestic sonamy, really

Catch Me If You Can! ✅ ☁️

(Pt. 2) Continuation of the above, they’re kinda just hanging out but it got a little bit feelings-oriented towards the end idk how that happened lmao

does anyone else miss Amy chasing Sonic because he sure does (i do too)

where blue burns brightest ✅ 💔

canon divergence where i associate sonamy with stars because im an astronomy nerd and i like angst and i thought i spoiled yall too much with the above fluff

sonic is a blue star, amy is a red one,

blue stars burn the brightest…but also the fastest.

drama queen ✅ ☁️

Sonic and Tails are chilling one quiet afternoon and Amy bursts in really flexing that thespian bone of hers

platonic/romantic sonamy + big sibling sonamy for tails i love them so much

Night of a Rose, Chip, and a Werehog ✅ ☁️

this is OLD. REALLY OLD. but its kinda sorta coherent and cute so ig i’ll put it here pls don’t judge 🙏🙏

It’s just if Amy was in the short “Night of the Werehog”

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I’ll update this list regularly as I read and find more fics to add to my collection heheheehehe

I hope this is helpful!! Happy reading y’all <3

And please support all these wonderful authors who write these spectacular stories for free, they are the salt of this earth <333

[carolina-thiell]

Crash Landing (Into You) · Jack Abbott x Plus Size!Reader-

Character: Jack Abbott

Pairing: Jack Abbott x Plus Size!Reader (Adriana)

Format: Fic (Part 1 of 3)

Word Count: ~2.5k

Genre: Smut, Domestic Fluff, Humor, Post-Night-Shift Softness

Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, aftercare, mild medical references (non-graphic)

Status: Part 1 of 3

Summary:

Jack Abbott shows up at Adriana’s door after a brutal night shift; sleep-deprived, coffee-stained, and clinging to the last thread of sanity. She offers eggs, thighs, and a soft place to land. What follows is chaos, comfort, and a very intimate reminder that even the most put-together surgeon sometimes needs to fall apart in the right arms.

Author’s Note:

This is my first fic for The Pitt, and I'm still finding the rhythm of Jack’s voice, so he may be a little out of character. Thank you for being patient with me while I explore him!

Read part 2 HERE.

Read part 3 HERE.

6:52 AM: Adriana’s Apartment.

The knock on her door was a disaster; three uneven pounds, followed by what could only be described as a forehead thump against the wood. Adriana opened it to find Jack Abbott, trauma surgeon, former combat medic and king of composure looking like a wet cat that had fought a blender and lost.

Hair mussed, scrubs wrinkled and one shoe untied. There was a coffee stain on his shirt like a chest wound and eyes wide with post-shift dissociation. He blinked at her.

—I witnessed twelve people’s intestines today and one guy said you look like Jesus before passing out. My intern cried because I told him adrenaline wasn’t a personality trait.

Adriana stepped aside silently and gestured him in with a mug of chamomile already in hand.

—Come in, O great war god. Tell me about your day and I’ll feed you scrambled eggs and thighs.

Jack stumbled in.

—Thighs?

She wiggled her eyebrows and pulled at the hem of her sleep shirt; oversized, hanging off one shoulder. Bare legs and curves on display like a damn Venus painting.

—Mine, obviously.

Jack let out something halfway between a groan and a prayer.

7:08 AM: Kitchen Chaos.

While she stirred eggs and hummed off-key, he just stood there watching.

—You’re not going to ask how many people almost died?

—Nope.

—You're not going to say thank you for saving lives?

—No; you’re sweaty and rude and need to sit your heroic ass down and eat.

Jack blinked and she turned, pointed the spatula at him.

—Also, stop looking at me like that unless you're planning to do something about it.

That got a smirk out of him, low and lethal.

—Something like what?

She gave a slow shrug and the sleep shirt shifted, slipping lower on her shoulder.

—Like throwing me on the couch and working off the last twelve hours of trauma with your mouth.

Jack dropped into the kitchen chair with a thump.

—Okay, yeah. That's it. I'm in love.

7:20 AM: The Couch Situation.

The eggs were left abandoned and the shirt gone. His, not hers. Jack had her underneath him, couch cushions shifted to hell, her plush thighs bracketing his hips. His hands slid over her sides like he was starving.

—You always smell like vanilla and fuck me; do you know that? —murmured Jack against her neck.

Adriana whimpered, gripping his hair.

—Jack...

—Shhh, don’t talk. I’ve held other people’s spleens for twelve hours. Let me have this.

His mouth trailed down her chest. He kissed the softest parts, bit the curve of her hip, buried his face between her thighs like it was oxygen. She gasped, ached and moaned his name like a spell. Jack groaned like a man letting go of the last thread of sanity.

—You’re so fucking beautiful. I should come home covered in blood more often if it gets me this.

—Jesus, Jack...

He looked up from between her legs, eyes dark.

—Say it again.

She blinked.

—What?

—My name like that. Like I’m your favorite thing you’ve ever tasted.

Adriana was gone and when he kissed his way back up and slid into her arms came around his shoulders and held. He moved like he had to prove something, like no one else would ever get to touch her and needed to claim every breath she had.

—You take me so well, baby. You make everything stop.

She cried out, pleasure crashing through her and Jack’s voice broke.

—You’re the softest thing in my whole damn life, Adriana. You make me feel safe.

8:00 AM: Aftercare King Mode Activated.

They were tangled up in a throw blanket on the floor, her head on his chest, his fingers tracing slow circles on her back. He kissed her forehead.

—Sorry for arriving like a corpse.

She snorted into his neck.

—You brought body fluids and a mild existential crisis. It’s kind of your brand.

He laughed a real one.

—Thanks for being here. For reminding me I’m not just the guy who fixes broken things.

She looked up.

—You’re the guy I love, with or without blood on your shoes.

Jack touched her cheek.

—I love you, too; especially when you threaten me with pancakes and sex.

She kissed his jaw.

—Crash here, sleep. Then you can show me round two when your brain is online.

Jack was already half asleep.

—You’re getting thighs for dinner, just so you know.

Adriana smiled.

—Count on it.

[smashing-teacups]

Update: Atonement!

I'm back at it, folks!

I took a bit of a break in favor of oneshots and finishing up my Christmas fic - quick and easy things to complete in what little free time I have as a single mom to a 4 and 1 year old! But Ye Olde 4 AM Alarm has been set again to allow me to get back to my long-suffering loves in Atonement. Chapters 46 and 47 are written, and I'm about halfway done with 48 -- made great progress on that this morning. I *think* the story will be 52 chapters in total, including the epilogue, so I really am closing in on the end, just need to carve out time in the wee hours of the weekends to get it done. I have a goal in mind -- a lofty one! -- to get this whole thing written by its anniversary on May 1st so that I can start posting again, but we'll see how the next few months go. It's always a roller coaster with daycare germs! Pray for us. 😅 I truly want to get this story wrapped up in a satisfying way for everyone who has been waiting SO! VERY! LONG! to see its conclusion. ❤️

[redfoxwritesstuff]

A Misdemeanor Masterlist: A place for all things MisD

Rated Adult for adult themes, triggering content and sexual content. Potentially DD:DNE, mind the warnings

Series Trigger Warnings: Adultery, stalking, Sexual assault, Rape, smut, Domestic Violence, Time period accurate views on women and domestic violence and skin color, murder

Summary: Fading away in an abusive marriage, each day passes just the same as the last. Painful monotony eats at you until a pair of warm brown eyes sparks the idea that you could have something more. When a business deal between men sparks a torrid affair, how long can you keep things going before the fire either leaves you a burnt out shell or burns up everything around you?

And what becomes of the radio host who thought he was above the fickle fires of the heart when the match he strikes burns his hand instead? Can he possess what rightfully belongs to another man without leaving everything he has fought for in ashes?

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46,

47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59. 60, 61, 62, 63

(Drafting is complete)

Audio Chapters

by Nyx Productions:

Chapter 1: part 1 part 2 Chapter 2: Part 1 part 2 part 3 chapter 3: Part 1 part 2 part 3 Chapter 4: Part 1 Part 2 Chapter 5: Part 1, Part 2 Chapter 6: Part 1, Part 2

Why Is MisD Reader Coded...

white? A supplemental reading explaining the historical context, why the deliberate choice was made to code the Reader as a white woman for the sake of plot points, and why I personally would find it disrespectful to have not done so.

Before The Crime:

The adventures of Alastor prior to meeting MisDReader. These are reader inserts that take place with someone other than MisD reader

To the Beat of the Music

CW: Smut, sexual harassment, 3rd person, pussy slapping. semi public sex, smut, creampie. It's fucking.

Summary:

When a flapper won't take the hint that Alastor isn't interested in her, he has no choice but to shut her up and make a point. Sometimes, punishment can be pleasure.

In The Rafters

Summary:New to town, a handsome young man caught your eyes. After working up the bravery to introduce yourself to him, you find yourself in a rather precarious position as he gives you a reason to keep his secrets.

CW: It's smutmas, there's smut. P in V smut, semi public smut, questionable consent due to naivety of the reader, virgin reader, church sex

After The Crime:

Post MisD one shots. Happily Ever After?

Coming soon

MisD AU: It's MisD if we stop and ask, what if...

CW: Angst, soft smut, dying family member

Summary: Alastor is faced with the horrible reality of his mother's ailing health. When this looks like it could be their last christmas together, he tries to will the truth to be different with his wife tries to make as many memories as possible. Tis the season for pie, decorating a tree, exchanging gifts and spending time with family. mile everyone, It's Christmas!

Chapter 1

Break From Routine

Summary: After a few years of marriage, your husband's musical abilities never failed to make your heart warm. You wanted your husband as much now as you did the day you met him. That desire drove you to be rather forward in your attempts to earn your husband's attention, even if it broke routine.

CW:Um... some time period appropriate lack of comfort with sexy fun times. And Smut- but it's smutmas, that's a given.

MisD Sidepieces:

One shots or fics that take place in a MisD AU or are MisD canon but written by another.

Inappropriate Demeanor

by

@nyx-umbrakinesis

(Canon placement, end of chapter 22)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 canon placement between chapter 24 and 25)

[4ranghaes]

Can you continiue your woonhak scenario from your bnd when they’re jealous?? Like what would it be like in the dorms and what would rest of the boys say??

kim woonhak x reader [fluff, fem!reader, reader’s a high school student]

a/n - yes!!! omg this is such a cute idea thank you anonie :))) i do have a fic pretty similar to this but i’ve tried to change it up a bit

part 1

17:52 - “guys! we’re home!” jaehyun yelled into the dorm, woonhak’s arm still linked with yours behind the pair in front of you.

sungho rolled his eyes, “yeah, idiot, we can hear the do—”

“and woonagi’s girlfriend is here!” he finished, the three men in the living room all staring at each other in shock, leaning to get a look at the front door.

riwoo and jaehyun had taken off their shoes, smiling evilly at the members further in the dorm. you stayed in the entrance way, giving an apologetic smile to woonhak.

“i’m sorry for anything they say, or do—” he started, grabbing your arm before you could walk away.

you smiled, cupping his face, “it’s fine, woonie! really, i don’t mind. i’m excited to meet them.”

he rolled his eyes, grumbling as he let you go, “i’m not.”

“hi,” you said shyly, introducing yourself to the members politely, woonhak appearing behind you and placing a protective hand on your back. your school uniform still covered your body, your bag slung over one shoulder.

“nice to meet you, nice to meet you, come on, we’re going to my room,” woonhak said, hurriedly as he took your bag, pulling you along.

“wait a minute!” leehan exclaimed, “do we not get to introduce ourselves?”

“no,” riwoo said, shaking his head definitely, “woonhak made that very clear.”

you giggled slightly, looking apologetically at woonhak, who pouted.

“no, g–go ahead,” he sighed, waving a hand dismissively.

“what? what?!” sungho laughed, “tell us!”

“because this is my girlfriend!” jaehyun yelled, impersonating woonhak’s whining from the walk home, bursting out into laughter afterwards as your boyfriend sighed next to you.

“he said that?!” taesan laughed, “ya! woonhak-ah, don’t worry, we won’t try and steal your girl!”

“he hasn’t even let her come to the dorms!” riwoo said quickly, looking at woonhak’s pissed off expression.

“yeah! i didn’t! and she is my girlfriend! and you two said that if i brought her here i could have all the time in the world!” he exclaimed in the classic woonagi whining voice, wrapping an arm around your body and bringing you close, “she knows all your names, she’s a big fan! and you know her name, boom, done! now we’re going into my room!”

he grabbed your wrist, storming off to his bedroom and dragging you with him as you waved goodbye to the members quickly.

“ya! door open at least 3 inches!” sungho exclaimed, woonhak grumbling in return, slamming the door to prove a point.

“ya,” you laughed, running a hand through your boyfriend’s hair as he sat on the bed, standing in between his legs, “they’re winding you up on purpose, you know that right?”

he pouted, rolling his eyes, “i know.” his hands were wrapped loosely around your legs, elbows resting on his thighs as he shrugged, trying to remain cool. “i just don’t like them teasing me, especially about you.”

you smiled, leaning down and kissing the top of his head as he grinned, leaning his head up and encouraging you to lean back down and press a kiss to his lips.

“ya! kim woonhak!” taesan yelled, stood in the doorway.

“hyung!” woonhak whined, throwing a pillow at the door, taesan deflecting the hit. “get out!”

“i just wanted to say we’re making dinner for 7,” he said, an evil grin on his face as he closed the door slowly, “woonhak was making out with his girlfriend!”

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick Grayson ships in order of how toxic you should write them as adults in an established relationship imo (no batcest and we can discuss the harem at a later time)

Least

Dick X Wally: this is the quintessential friends to lovers story it’s adorable. Naturally a lil bit of toxicity bc nightwing is not a healthy person but still the ratio is 99% cute and 1% angst as adults. Feel free to angst away with the Robin/KF thing

Worlds where this is cute: young justice, earth prime pre Wally meeting Linda.

Dick X Kori: listen to me, if you ignore all the shitty writing (yes the babs wedding thing) they r perfect <3. The only person who I believe can be the lights light ya know. The broke up because they both took hits they couldn’t recover from but they still love each other and they’re my favorite canon pairing they should get back together and have a kid and be a cute lil family.

Worlds where this is cute: TT, Earth prime, DCAU, injustice, titans tomorrow, Lego Batman (every single earth actually)

Dick X Zatanna: cute, childhood crush turned sweethearts turned friends nothing to say here I just don’t think it would be toxic

Worlds where this is cute: young justice

Worlds where this should never happen: all the rest (she dated his dad)

Dick X Joey: I love them so I’m biased their relationship is on par with Dick and Wally taking field trips in the 80s. Also this is joeys most popular ship and that makes me laugh. BUT ANYWAY they’re just very homoerotic and I feel like they respect each other enough the toxicity would be on the lower side.

Worlds where this is cute: literally anytime before he possesses his dad’s body.

Times this is concerning: post possessing nightwings body (anyone remember that happening I just ignore it now, cuz I hate the whole evil Joey thing but if you wanna take this ship from 30% toxic to 140% write it post possession with the dude who had autonomy issues)

Dick x Kara: I just feel like the hero worship would get in the way a little bit

Worlds where this is cute: worlds finest

Worlds where this isn’t: the rest

Dick x Roy: I love them sm ur honor (despite how low I’m putting this, it’s one one my top ships) listen Dick and Roy adore each other and would die for each other, but the baggage?? The years of expectations?? The fights??? The fact that Dick gets more and more closed off when he’s mad usually but him and Roy in the same room and fists fly?? But the only people who can talk to Dick when he’s spiraling are Roy and Donna. Like ROY HARPER is one of Dick people!! You don’t understand how much I love how they can hurt each other while loving each other so so so much. They cause me pain. I don’t believe they’d ever mellow out Dick and Wally tho bc they’re whole relationship is heated they have never had a chill emotion about each other in their history of being characters that exist in the same space.

Worlds where this is cute: literally any world where the titans exist/have existed with speedy and Robin as core members

Worlds where no?: new 52 (I hate new 52 and ignore it tho so no universe sucks bc new 52 isn’t real and can’t hurt me)

Dick X Harley Quinn: see I hated this ship and I hate it in canon but I once read a fic that was good enough I now ship it on the dl and think it would be good for Harley to be with someone who can be a safety net. But like this is AU rare pair type shit and it’s low bc I literally cannot picture a canon universe where this isn’t the most toxic thing ever.

Worlds where yes: DCAU (AU) not even the canon one like the AU of the AU that is the DCAU (take a shot Everytime I say AU)

Dick X Shawn Tsang: I’m sorry yall Shawn was such a boring character I forgot she existed but I remember that she broke up with him after he lost his memory cuz she thought he was ghosting her and like not only does it feel like she just existed to give dick a love interest. Also this comic featured the character death wing and so it’s so low not bc the ship sucks except it does bc why dick?? Are you dating someone who hates heroes?? Why r u like this??? Stopppp but also bc imo the ship has a white bread type of content that is toxic to me personally and that’s more important.

Dick x Bea Bennet: I loved them sm in the beginning, best part of the Ric Grayson arc and then they added the spyral ties and made her a pirate and tbh that ruined it for me. Dick and Bea only work as a cute relationship if Bea is a way out or a window into the outside world like something to ground the man who is always trying to get his feet off the ground. It would be interesting. But now she’s just another another relationship where he didn’t know who he was dating and tbh I don’t think he’d be down for that post literally everything that’s ever happened to him romantically after the age of 16

Dick Babs: yes it’s this low, no I will not change it. It should be lower but I used to ship this so it’s only my fond memories keeping it this high. Babs slept with his father after dating him in at least 2 universes. Dick left Gotham for freedom and she quite literally drags him back Everytime they’re together it feels like about 30 years of Dicks character development is erased. And let’s not talk about Barbara used to be a congress woman Gordon. They deaged her to make her a decent love interest for someone who was a kid when she was running for congress. And because of the fact their characters don’t naturally balance out the way some of his other canon ships do (Bea, Shawn, KORI(the best canon ship imo), hell even Helena) it leads to the characters becoming flanderizations of themselves. Dick is a loveable himbo whose only defining characteristic is his ass and I hate to say it Barbara Gordon literally just turns into female Bruce and I hate it so much but genuinely read though some of their older stuff it’s like..ugh. Anyway I hate this ship I think it’s bad for both of them and while I’m not babs biggest fan I still like her and she and Dick should be best friends who get drunk on weekends and shit talk the bats and their respective teams (titans, birds of pray)

Dick X Helena bertinelli: yall wtf is this ship, if this is your main ship? Why? Tell me? Like what?? Helena??? Esp prime earth Helena?? He has more chemistry with midnighter than her (but we are not discussing the harem so I will remain silent)

Now the most toxic ship that isn’t incestuous is so obvious bc no one has ever pictured this ship with a modicum of health in it except its creator (derogatory) I’m 99% sure every single fic tagged this also has the domestic violence tag

Dick X Catalina Flores. Yeah no a billion times no this shit is so toxic the jack Napier fell into it and became the joker. This shit so toxic it only serves as a trauma boat for another person to swoop in and get him out I hate this so much.

Now dick is an old character so he has about a billion other relationships. But these are either the recent ones (Shawn, Bea) or the ones that have a lot of ao3 clout (birdflash) or something that makes my heart soft (dick and Joey) plus his most iconic 2 pairing I will not be getting into characters like Daphne, Clancy or Betty or anything else or the creepy ones like the fact he’s had shit with both catwoman and taila.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[stealingyourbones]

I don't really get the people who think reading the comics is such a radical idea. Don't they want to learn more about them? aren't they curious what makes them tick? what insane adventures they went on? what fears they have? what makes them laugh and smile? I'm from europe so I haven't seen any of the DC shows I see mentioned every once in a while (which means I really don't get the whole Clark hates clones thing... but that's a different thing) and it's only been this year that I have enough disposable income to splurge on comics, aka I haven't read that many just yet.

But I do think the ones I have read enhance the stories I'm trying to tell, which to me is a good reason to read them ;p but besides that, they are fun! they are just really fun to read

I’m glad you’re having fun reading comics man! It’s a shame that folks don’t read them as much but you know, I can understand it. I both asked some folks in the Haunting Heroes discord server and have some of my own points to make about this.

First of all I do still believe that you should consume some form of DC media if you’re in the fandom. It’s fun and there are comics, books, movies, tv shows, and every other form of medium known to man that you can take a peek at! Idk I’m just a bit DC enjoyer and think that looking at canon media to expand on your knowledge and help create ideas you wouldn’t have had if you hadn’t looked at said piece of media.

Now onto why reading comic books is hard:

Some folks simply prefer the fandom and not the official DC content. Whether they prefer fanon, find fics more accessible, or like the people in the fandom, they’d rather just stick to the fandom.

They simply don’t know where to start. Getting into comics can be INCREDIBLY overwhelming ( DC has done their best to fix this and has messed up more than once. My go to is to reccomend folks just start reading New 52 comic runs as it’s really good for new readers to jump into the comics with any hero that might intrigue them). Big comic events span multiple comic story runs and not a cohesive line of comics, some omnibuses for stories are out of print, the 80+ years of comics are daunting as hell, and everyone has their own opinion on the best versions of a character/where to start/what to read.

Money. Comics are an expensive hobby to have. They may cost $1-$5 each on average but that price adds up over time. I have a comic collection of roughly 1,300 comics. I’d estimate its value very roughly around the $7,800 range. It’s probably far more than that though and I know damn well reselling it I won’t get half of that value back. I’m very fortunate to be a college student with disposable income and for this hobby to be the only thing I ever really spend money on besides rent and food. Some people either can’t afford them or don’t want to buy a comic they don’t know if it’s good or not.

Varying quality. Comics are a very mixed bag thing where they can be incredibly written or some of the worst pieces of media you’ve ever read. With this being the case, it can be really hard to find a comic character or writer you like if that’s your first experience. It takes a while to learn about different writers and find out who your favorite writers are. What’s harder is some writers can make absolute masterpieces with one character and the next comic run they cover it can be absolute garbage. Not only that, everyone has opinions on what is a good comic run or not. It’s impossible to find a repeatedly stated and easily accessible list on the good comics to read.

Pretentious “Canon is God” fans. Experiencing “um actually this isn’t good because this isn’t how the canon character would act” responses from people can really fucking suck and diminish their want to experience anything that’s official DC writing. I’ve seen more than one person go into this primarily fanon focused space and insult people saying their writing isn’t canonical and therefore it isn’t valid. It’s Uber Pretentious, demeaning, and actively harms peoples interests in checking out canon content.

Timelines. I already kind of said it but DC’s timelines are a mess. hell, even New 52 has some fucked up timelines making all of Batman’s previous timelines canon but happen only within a seven year period. That’s WAY too short for how much history is packed in there. The amount of crisises that happen and fully change the lore and timelines of characters is bonkers, the comic runs that bounce between different comic runs are really confusing, and the fact that there isn’t a True Starting Point for reading makes it so hard to grasp anything that’s happening. It’s one of comics biggest issues and no matter what DC has done they have yet to find a convenient solution.

Sensitive Content. Comics from DC are littered with either intentional, badly aged, or ignorantly written plot points and writing choices that will turn away readers. DC has its fair share of sexism, misogyny, abelism, racism, abuse, sexual harassment, sexual assaults, or topics casually addressed that can be very triggering for some people. Especially since a large amount of that sort of content is handled incredibly poorly. One particular writer, Alan Moore, writes sexual assault scenes with absolutely zero tact or the delicateness that a topic such as that should be held in. It’s almost solely used as a “let’s make the bad guy do the most fucked up thing they could do” throwaway plot point. Comics of the sort dissuade a lot of readers because of both the heavy content within comics and how that content can be incredibly poorly handled. This is partially why some folks would prefer to read fics. Comics are a unknown mixed grab bag when it comes to content like this and things exactly like this is known to make PTSD symptoms worse while fics have tags and can warn you before you consume the content within.

Time. A lot of folks have busy lives and just don’t have the time to read them.

The ways they intake media. Some folks might have a better time watching a long commentary video that explains a comic or their brain can’t process the comic medium very well. I can read and retain comic knowledge but even I am unique in this aspect, my memory is frightening levels of bad and is proven by science to be absolute shit. I have to reread comics at least once a month to retain the basic bare bones plot. Just because one person can easily digest what’s going on in a comic doesn’t mean everyone can.

Comics are such a big part of my life. I love them so much and they’ve gotten me through so many things. My own experience with comics isn’t the same for others and my thoughts on reading comics differs with other people. A lot of people have equally as many reasons for why they don’t read comics as you and I have for reading them.

[lqfiles]

SCORE THAT GOAL! — smau

after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.

or in which you mindlessly join the football club in hopes of catching your crush’s attention (and to maybe secretly check him out too) who cares if you can’t even kick a ball up in the air?

football-player!jisung x fem!reader

genre ; rlly just humour, football / sports au, fluff, some angst, pining and eventually mutual pining, probably slow-burn, college au, strangers to lovers.

extras ; teasing and profanity | sexual and death jokes | reader is down bad | jisung kinda dislikes reader and closed off at the start | my knowledge on football isn’t the BEST but i know above basics and enough for this fic | idrc if some of these subject clubs don’t exist this is for entertainment 😸

notes ; 😭 mostly posting this for myself cos i’ve wanted to try a smau for a while now but i hope anyone else enjoys too.

PLAYLIST ; Rising , TripleS — Hype Boy , newjeans — Awkward , SZA — Gasoline , ROSY (FT. LILMONEY) — Attracted To You , Pinkpantheress — Cognac Queen , Megan Thee Stallion — Goodie Bag , Still Woozy — Eyedress , Something About You .

STATUS ; completed! (24.02.24)

profiles (1) | profiles (2)

1 ) donghyuck’s fault

2 ) 20% more insane

3 ) it’s the voices again

4 ) yes captain!

5 ) invest in a priv account

6 ) peach lipton ice tea

7 ) no suicide EVER

8 ) always believe women

9 ) grape & lemon drink

10 ) favourite teammate

11 ) wingman

12 ) jeno’s food provider

13 ) no lunch

14 ) awkward tension

15 ) a simple conversation

16 ) an even more normal conversation

17 ) under my umbrella

18 ) a canon event (ft. Renjun's Black Friday offer)

19 ) feeling submissive and fragile

20 ) woman hobbies & failed courseworks

21 ) man up and break it

22 ) make-up brush vs subway sandwich

23 ) OFFICIAL FRIENDSHIP!!!

24 ) a nice gesture

25 ) NOT my boyfriend

26 ) business exchange

27 ) what about mark?

28 ) winter wonders with you

29 ) JISUNG vs MARK

30 ) my princess (very lame)

31 ) riddle me this

32 ) do you like her? (probably)

33 ) wtf does QUORA know?

34 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan A

35 ) evil out the way, GOOD RIDDANCE

36 ) basketball incidents.

37 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan B (the jisung quiz)

38 ) E-DATING 🔛🔝🔥

39 ) wise words from renjun

40 ) that one sign

41 ) guess it’s a date

42 ) (unofficial) couple goals

43 ) the y/nle argument

44 ) professional over-thinker

45 ) executing major girlboss energy

46 ) the confession prep

47 ) knock some sense into them

48 ) war is over

49 ) knock some sense into JISUNG

50 ) an overdue confession

51 ) be your boyfriend?

52 ) scored that goal!

BONUS:

jisung the blonde

JISUNG vs MARK pt.2

jaemin’s hit tweets

the jeno quiz

one huge polyamory relationship

rating my boyfriend’s hair colours

thank you for reading!

[zepskies]

Racial & Ethnic Representation in Fanfiction

[🎙️ Podcast Interview]

Hey, friends! Sandra and Kasey, the lovely hosts of @idlingintheimpalapodcast — the podcast for all things SPN and fanfiction — invited me back on the pod for an interview on a topic that's very close to my heart…

With @rubyvhs, we talked about the fun moments and challenges about reading and writing fanfiction that represents specific racial and ethnic cultures, being bicultural/multicultural, the immigrant experience, and much more.

I offered my own experience as a Latina POC writing in the fandom space, specifically Supernatural and The Boys (and adjacent Jackles fandoms).

Check it out here: ⤵️

Interview Timestamps –

(Plus fic recs, SPN writer/reader shoutouts, and more! Links to all the fics we mentioned are at each time stamp.)

2:54 – When did you start writing fanfiction, and when did you join SPN fandom?

⟡ You can check out my first author interview with Sandra and Kasey over here. We chatted about Dean Winchester and Jensen Ackles’ early roles, the best and worst seasons of SPN, the joys and pains of writing Soldier Boy, and much, much more. For all the timestamps of key moments, fic recs, and SPN writer shoutouts, see this post (you'll find the link to the video there too).

6:18 – What is your ethnic, racial, and cultural background? (And how me and Sandra bond over “food and family” ties between Hispanics/Latinos and Italians.)

13:05 – The immigrant experience in America, what you take with you from the “Motherland,” the struggles of bicultural identity, my personal experience being a second-generation child of an immigrant family, and Sandra’s experience as a first-generation child of Italian immigrants.

16:58 – What do you look for when you’re reading fanfiction? (Canon-compliant, AU, romance, etc.) Does the length of a story matter?

19:52 – Bonus: The merits of drabble writing vs. long-fic writing.

25:54 – Have you ever actively searched for fanfiction that represented your ethnicity? (Whenever I do, it’s like finding gold.) Plus, the challenge of writing reader characters, the “gray area” of writing reader characters like OCs.

32:38 – The inherent “bias” of reading and writing reader characters as White. The concept of diversity being “cool” in popular media, TV shows, and movies is still pretty new.

36:36 – Why I started writing reader characters that might have a specific body type, race, and/or ethnicity.

Examples:

⟡ Midnight Espresso – Dean Winchester x Plus-size Latina!Reader

⟡ If I Stay – Dean Winchester x Plus-size!Reader

⟡ 10 ‘Til Midnight – Professor!Dean Winchester x Plus-size Grad Student!Reader

⟡ Unravel Me – Soldier Boy x Afro-Latina!Reader

⟡ The Honorable Choice & Outlander – Cowboy!Dean Winchester x OFC

40:14 – The fun challenges: like giving Dean a partner who takes care of him as much as he takes care of others in Midnight Espresso.

45:28 – The BIG challenges: like writing Soldier Boy being himself with a “person of color” (POC) in this new series, Unravel Me. What even is a POC? Where do you start with Soldier Boy, the Sandra-proclaimed “bowl of fishhooks?"

51:38 – Is there ever an element of fear when you publicly post a story that represents your culture, which is something very personal to you? What happens when you get haters in the comments?

1:05:33 – When and how did you begin to break out of the “ingrained biases” in your writing? (AKA: Always assuming my own characters are White.)

1:08:04 – When did you decide to explore writing plus-size!readers?

1:13:20 – What has your experience been in writing a race/culture outside of your personal experience? The Honorable Choice and Outlander, a western AU where Dean Winchester falls in love with a Native American Lakota Indian. (Shoutout to @jacklesversebingo!)

Plus, the ethical responsibility to “do no harm” when you represent different cultures, and answering question of not only can I write this, but should I write this?

1:32:42 – What advice would you give a writer interested in writing about a culture outside of their own that they don’t have first-hand knowledge of? How can a writer avoid cultural appropriation if their goal is cultural appreciation? How important is a sensitivity reader/beta reader for this effort?

1:40:35 – Final thoughts on diversity and representation of culture in fanfiction, whether it’s your own or someone else’s:

“Write what you know. Write what you can research. Write what you’re interested in. Remember that words have power, so be careful how you use them.”

1:45:30 – Sandra and Kasey’s outro: The importance of representation and diversity in fandom.

I hope you enjoy the ride!~ 💜

💗💗💗 Shoutouts to some of my beautiful friends and lovely readers who've supported my attempts to explore ethnic and cultural diversity in my writing:

@luci-in-trenchcoats @lamentationsofalonelypotato @waynes-multiverse @rizlowwritessortof @roseblue373

@tofics @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @deansbbyx @waywardlatina

@supernotnatural2005 @wayward-dreamer @spnwoman @waywardxwords @mostlymarvelgirl

@chevroletdean (shoutout to your 500 follower fic challenge at around 19:52 😘) @siampie @bettystonewell @wvffles

@iprobablyshipit91 @my-stories-vault @littlesoulshine @thatonewriter15 @jessjad

@deans-spinster-witch @winchestergirl2 @kazsrm67 @chernayawidow @jackles010378

@jollyhunter @leigh70 @foxyjwls007 @beakaleak32 @alwaystiredandconfused

[heliotropepajamas-books]

Fanbinding: Atlas by distractedKat

Bind #23

Atlas by distractedKat

Date Completed: 4/10/2025

Size: Folio, 135,529 words, 432 pages

Copies: 1

This is a pretty classic Star Trek AOS series about the final semesters of the Academy after the Narada incident and the maiden voyages of the Enterprise.  Starts out light and then gets pretty dark.  

I had a lot of fun with the typeset on this one.  It was originally a series of four stories so I found a vaguely planetary dingbat font (52 Spheroids) and gave each section its own unique icon to go behind the title divider & chapter numbers.  Century for the body font at 10.2 size - as bad as the orphan words are at this random size they were worse when the font was smaller or larger.  Viner Hand for the titles picked solely on the “looks cool and already loaded on my computer” basis.

This fic has always been red in my brain (probably because it starts at the Academy), so that was the spine settled and I had the perfect scrapbook paper in stash.  Casing this in was a struggle - I had to trim it several times to get a square cut so my margins are smaller than I planned, and then I somehow twisted the whole thing into a vaguely spiral shape when I rounded the spine.  Best not to look too closely at the coverboards in relation to the textblock!

Once again, I took too many pictures.