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I have such an interesting relationship with the Mormon church.
Itâs my home. Itâs something I will return to when itâs safe. The core principles are something that I treasure and love and feel so strongly about.
But the actual institution is no longer a safe place for me.
Somewhere can be a home, even when itâs unsafe. You can have complicated, angry grieving feelings towards a home that is supposed to be safe.
The Mormon church is still my home. Itâs where my heart is.
But sometimes the homes we love are unsafe and we have to leave until that home can be safe againâ if it ever is.
I have faith that the Mormon church will eventually be safe again. But until then, itâs safer for me to find a new home.
#queerstake#mormon#queer mormon#lds#a home that is unsafe is not one I can stay in#but if it improves itself and becomes safe?#we can hope
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Anyway, if you're a fan of Bruce and Steph having a father/daughter relationship you should probably go read about Oliver and Mia.
#maybe i'm over stepping a little because I've only had Mia and Oliver for about three days#but I have read Green Arrow 2001 issues 1-46 in that time#and it really feels like they have the dynamic certain sections of fandom want Steph and Bruce to have#stephanie brown#bruce wayne#oliver queen#mia dearden#green arrow#speedy ii#spoiler#batman#robin iv#batgirl iii#listen#every couple of months someone makes a post about Steph telling Bruce she needs tampons/pads#and Bruce going overboard buying one of everything because he doesn't know what she likes#that's not Bruce Wayne#Bruce Wayne would probably go buy something#but he would also stay on the phone with her the whole time so he can lecture her about not being prepared#which is why Steph would never ask him to do it#there are so many other people she would ask first#but Mia and Oliver?#Yeah that's they're dynamic#Mia would 100% ask him to grab something on the way home#and he would come home several bags of over priced menstrual products#muttering the whole time about microplastics and unsafe chemicals#but also he bought the cheap ones too because he's not sure what exactly she likes#and her comfort matters more than his grips with chemical waste (though he'll never admit that) (she knows anyway)
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My heart really goes out to those in the Appalachias hit by the hurricane and the flooding. Its terrible đđ
#and it really hurts knowing thats already a struggling region#and the government aint going to do shit to help#they dont care about these people#hell thats part of the reason things got so bad#theres no money going towards their Infrastructure#theyre an ignored people#and if i hear ONE WORD abt âthey should have evacuatedâ#im gonna start taking names and throwing hands#shut the fuck uuuuuuup#its the poor and disabled that cant get out#and the poor and disabled who get hurt first#and besides#these people had damn near no warning#they're land locked#theyre in the mountains#flooding is rare and they arent built to withstand it#and flash floods are different#it goes from 0-100 in seconds#sorry im heated#and sad#i just love the Appalachias and its people#such rich culture and communities#gone#you can rebuild#but it'll never be the same#youll never get that back#here in southern ohio we got hit a bit too#i had to stay at my sisters bc it was too unsafe to drive home from work#so many people are without power#and one town got flooded
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saw a reel of some kids at an orchestra camp that looked suspiciously like the one i was forced to go to one year... worst experience of my life!!!
#when i tell you i think there are things stemming from that experience! my parents were actually so wrong for making me go...#my mom CRIED bc i kept insisting that i didn't want to do it bc i a) was never That into music especially not CHAMBER music#b) knew that i would not know anyone and would be stuck in the middle of nowhere with people who were already friends from previous years#c) was only even given an audition bc my teacher knew the staff and their other oboist wasn't able to go that year and they needed one#d) WAS THIRTEEN AND WANTED TO SPEND THE SUMMER WITH MY FRIENDS#i do actually think it caused me real psychic damage attending that like the fact that Everyone was already friends with everyone else...#i came with no friends and i left with no friends! and when i tried to talk to the other girls in my cabin i could tell they were like...#why are you trying to be in our friend group. there was a girl who was nice to me but i was not her friend very clearly#also i was soooo out of my depth there it was Rough for me fr and like i Knew i was out of my depth i had no illusions about that#i knew i would be which is why i was like yeah this is Not for me#i still cannot get over my mom crying about this like this wasn't some great life changing opportunity...#my parents really have and always have had these Ideals they place on me bc They think xyz would be nice#or they wish they could have done it like ??? okay why does that have anything to do with me#my dad keeps being like well *I* want you to go to grad school in mtl bc i like mtl and i want to visit đ#like haha you're not funny actually đ first of all not a single damn thing is stopping you from going you can drive there whenever you want#secondly one of us does NOT want to be in mtl again đ and that one of us actually lived there before#also the way my parents constantly visiting me pissed me off to no fucking end... I'M NOT THE PROBLEM CHILD#worried that i just stay in my room like ???? okay??? but if i went out you'd flip bc what if it's unsafe. i LIKE staying home#and i HATED mtl so no way in hell was i going to go do shit especially not at night in the WINTER are you insane#like yeah i was super depressed. that was unrelated to me staying in my room like my room was my Space#anyway all this to say i'm setting the fuck boundary this time around like i actually dgaf i'm an adult and again#not your problem child so if you could stop projecting that onto me just bc HE fucked up when he was in school....#parents will be like why can't you be independent and then literally not let you be i đ«¶đ» it#i do also hold it against the boy child and my dad for this 'you can only go to schools within a 6 hour drive'#which is only a rule my sisters and i had and maybe if the boy child wasn't a fuck up i couldve not had it but you know#he ruined any chance of that but my dad when i was applying for college was like oh it can be anywhere :) and then was like lol no#and then was like well for grad school you can go anywhere and then when it was brought up last time went lol no :)#so i'm going to have to bring lol yes :) energy cuz...
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I've been seeing a lot of Discourse around outdoor cats that talks past one of the biggest problems addressing community cats/outdoor working cats so I thought I'd chime in with my two cents.
Many arguments I see just... don't think about the cats at all? Or don't consider the logistics of actually addressing the feral cat problem in a humane way. It's always about how outdoor cats shouldn't be outdoors, which is neither realistic nor helpful.
I used to volunteer at an municipal animal shelter in the USA that had a TNR program (Trap, Neuter, Return) and also adopted out community cats to local farms and businesses. Here's my side of the story.
"Your cat doesn't need to be outside" -- Yes, correct. Your domesticated (non-feral) house cat does not need to go outside at all. They can have a fully actualized life safely indoors. When I see this argument, proponents of indoor only cats are correct in most or all their arguments regarding this.
"Outdoor cats are the largest invasive species in the world, and decimate bird populations." -- This is also correct, and part of the reason why you can help by bringing your house cat indoors. Cats are the largest invasive species. Spay and Neuter your cats, bring them inside, and socialize them so they don't become feral.
"TNR doesn't work." -- False. Whether we like it or not, feral cats exist. We have two methods by which we can address the feral cat population -- decimating them (humanely euthanizing the whole colony) or TNR. For a long time, euthanasia was the preferred way to address the feral cat problem. Afterall, if the cats aren't there, doesn't that save the local wildlife population?
Except that we found, studying these colonies, that when a colony is wiped out, the cats of another colony will spread into their territory and continue to have kittens and the population of feral cats is neither controlled nor diminished.
Hence, TNR. What we found performing TNR on cat colonies was that this controlled the population of the colonies, allowing them to stay in their territory, which kept other colonies from spreading (especially colonies we hadn't performed TNR on yet). We at the shelter felt this was the most humane way to control the feral cat population and safely deflate their existence without dealing with the population blooms that euthanasia caused.
"What about kittens?" -- Kittens from these colonies were brought into the shelter, socialized, and fostered out until they could be adopted. Some of these semi-feral kittens needed special homes to be adopted into, but this was the best quality of life for these cats.
"What about cats that get missed during TNR?" -- We would return to the colony several times over a period of several years to perform TNR on the same colony. We mark cats that have been neutered by clipping their ear (this is done humanely, but is the most reliable way to tell if a cat has been neutered so the poor thing doesn't have to have surgery 3-4 times in their life). Also, during the TNR process the cats would be vaccinated to ensure disease did not spread from the colony (i.e. rabies). Still, even getting 60% of the colony TNR'd would dramatically reduce the number of kittens being added to the colony each year. This controlled the population by allowing the territory to naturally deflate in size over time, buying us time to address the larger feral cat problem.
"What if the colony was in an unsafe location?" -- There were two ways we addressed unsafe colony locations -- remember, we know that when the colony is removed, a new colony will move into its place, so we tried not to move the colony unless we really felt the cats or the public was unsafe -- one was to move the whole colony to a new location. Preferably someplace like a warehouse where we have an agreement with the owners of the warehouse. Some of the cats were even relocated to shelter grounds as our community cats. If the colony was small enough we would bring them into our Feral Cats room and adopt them out as community cats.
"What is a community cat?" -- The way the program worked, was that anyone who needed a working cat could apply to the program. These were often rural farmers or businesses with warehouses that needed rodent protection. We trained the farmers and businesses on how to acclimatize the cats to their new home, and as part of the agreement, they had to care for the cats (veterinary care, vaccinations, food and water). This gave businesses and farms an alternative to expensive and environmentally unfriendly rodent control, and also gave these feral cats good places to live out their natural lives.
"Can't you just adopt out feral cats?" -- No. Cats that have not been socialized around humans as kittens, or who have several generations of feral cat in them could not interact with humans in a way that did not cause them undue stress. This was not a humane way to handle feral cats. However, when a cat was brought into the feral cat room, they would be monitored for up to a week. If the cat displayed signs of being semi-social or fully social (hanging out outside of their den, allowing staff to pet them, showing interest in staff in the room), then we would either move the cat into the adoption room or place them in foster to be socialized before adoption. Feral cats who displayed signs of being able to live full and healthy lives with human companions were NOT adopted out as community cats. We also observed this behavior during TNRs and would do the same for those cats too.
"But aren't cats bad hunters?" -- Compared to other species, cats are not the most effective form of rodent control. This is true. However, you have to understand that feral cats exist. There is no "undo" button we can push to stop them from existing. We have to deal with the problem we have right now, which is to safely and humanely decrease the number of feral cats in our communities. And yes, we do that by using cats as rodent control in the community.
"What can I do?" -- Stop saying community cats shouldn't exist. That's not helpful and doesn't solve the problem we have. Bring your cat indoors. Spay and neuter your cats. Adopt from shelters. Volunteer with a TNR team. Support TNR efforts in your community. Recognize that those of us actively dealing with the community/feral problem are trying to do what is in the best interest of our communities and the animals we love. We aren't sitting over here saying these cats should exist -- a feral cat will not have the same quality of life as one that is indoors with a family -- but we have to address the problem in practical terms. We don't have the moral high ground to just do nothing while pontificating solutions that have no basis in actuality.
And yes, it's okay to celebrate community cats. If your local farm has a couple of working cats, that means that farm is helping participate in the safe deflation of the feral cat population. Don't shame a farm or business for using community cats. We're all doing the best we can to solve the problem that we have.
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hit the jackpot | tyler owens x fem!reader
Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader Summary: When you text your boyfriend for help after someone makes you and your friends uncomfortable at the bar, Tyler is quick to make sure you're okay. Warnings: Mentions of a guy being creepy, references to alcohol and unsafe driving Word Count: 1.2k A/N: Just a short one! I am gonna start working on a longer one hopefully tomorrow, but I just wrote this one tonight after I had the idea and so here it is! I love this Tyler so much. Enjoy! đ
Tyler was sitting in front of his computer, going through some of the footage theyâd gotten today to start editing it for a video on Youtube when his phone buzzed. Usually heâd ignore it so late at night, especially because he was working, but not tonight.
You were out with your friends, celebrating one of their birthdayâs at a bar a few blocks from the house you shared with Tyler. Heâd wanted to come along, but no one else was bringing a partner so, regretfully, heâd agreed to stay home â but just one text and heâd be there, either to be the designated driver for you and your friends or any other reason.
He figured, from the time of evening, it would be a text asking him to come and pick you and your friends up, but the second he read the message, his computer was forgotten in front of him and he was standing up and heading to the door before he even finished reading.
Thereâs some guy here being creepy. Can you come by?
With one hand, he typed out a quick On my way and with the other, he grabbed his car keys. He locked the door behind him, not bothering about grabbing a jacket despite the chill in the air, and jogged the few steps to his truck, parked in the driveway.Â
Tyler was a safe driver, but that night he drove a little over the speed limit â knowing he shouldnât but being much more worried about you to care too much â to get to the bar quicker. He pulled up right out the front and was quick to throw the truck in park and jump out, shoving his keys in the pocket of his jeans as he headed towards the door.
It looked busy, people spilling out of the bar onto the street, but Tyler didnât let that phase him. He pushed through the crowd with ease, his height and the way he held himself almost making the crowd part for him. He paused briefly once he was inside, looking around for you and your friends, and when he spotted you, he didnât hesitate.
You spotted him getting closer towards you and let out a breath of relief. âTy, that was so quick,â you said, wrapping an arm around his waist as he reached you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.Â
âWould have been here quicker if I couldâve been, darlinâ,â Tyler replied. âNow, where is this creep and what has he been doing?â He gave a quick greeting to your friends, who were standing in a circle, glancing nervously back over their shoulders.Â
âHeâs the one in the brown shirt with the black hair, just there,â you point the man out, trying to be as discreet as possible, not wanting to pull attention to yourself even though you know that nothing is gonna happen now that Tyler is here. âHe just wonât leave us alone. Weâve all told him weâre not interested but he wonât take no for an answer.â
You wondered, briefly, if he had actually moved away from you all, as he was stood talking to another person a few people away from you, but then he glanced back and met your eyes and you could see the interest spark on his face again.Â
Tyler didnât let the man get very close. He hated to let you go, but he knew you were safe behind him as he moved to put himself between your friends and the man so he couldnât get any closer to them.Â
âHey, âscuse me, man, just trying to get past.â The man tried to side-step past Tyler, but he was quick, moving to stand in his way again.Â
âI think you should leave,â Tyler said.
The man stopped and raised his eyebrows before letting out a laugh. âWho are you to say that to me, man? Iâm just trying to have a nice night and talk to some nice ladies, and Iâve been talking to some just over there all night.â He moved, trying to step around Tyler again.
Tyler moved in his path again. âYou listen to me,â he started. âThose ladies want nothing to do with you. Iâm not a violent man, but if you try and get past me to get to them one more time, I canât promise you I wonât become one. So, I am telling you to get the hell outta here.â
You watched for a few moments as the man stared Tyler down, worrying that he was going to take a swing at your boyfriend and create drama. The last thing you wanted was for Tyler to get hurt tonight. The night had already taken a turn for the worst.Â
âYou need me to tell you again?â Tyler said in response to the silence.
The man scoffed, threw his hands up in the air and turned on his heel, walking out of the bar. You all watched him as he left, letting out a breath of relief when you saw him leave.Â
Tyler was quick to come back over to you, wrapping an arm around you again and gently rubbing your arm in an attempt to soothe you. He could tell you were feeling tense â and for good reason. That man was a prick and Tyler was mad he wasnât here to get rid of him before he made you and your friends so uncomfortable.
âThank you, Ty,â you leant into his side, giving him a squeeze.Â
âNo need to thank me, darlinâ, protecting you and your friends is my job.â He pressed another kiss to the top of your head.Â
Your friends all thanked him as well, relaxing a bit now that the man was gone.
âThatâs not the end to the night I was hoping for,â one of your friends said.
âI know,â you pouted. âI was hoping weâd get another hour or two at least.â
Tyler looked down at you. âWho says your night has to end? You can all come back to ours, yâknow,â he suggested. âWe have drinks and food. Pretty sure my girl has some stuff in the fridge to whip up a quick cheese board. What do you say?â
All of your friends looked to you, hope in their eyes.Â
âTy, are you sure? I know you have some work you need to get done.âÂ
âCourse Iâm sure, darlinâ. I donât think your night should be ruined by an asshole like that, and I know how excited you were to spend so much time with your friends. I can just drive them all home when youâre done.â
You couldnât help but smile as you leant up to press your lips to Tylerâs. He smiled into the kiss as he kissed you back.Â
âOkay, letâs go,â you grinned after you broke away from the kiss. âParty continues at ours!â
Tyler kept an arm wrapped around you as you walked out of the bar. Two of your friends walked ahead of you, leading the way. The third leant in to mutter a quick âI think you won the jackpot with your boyfriendâ in your ear. You knew that she was a hundred percent right.Â
#tyler owens#tyler owens x reader#tyler owens x you#twisters#twisters x you#twisters x reader#twisters fanfiction#tyler owens fanfiction
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Trial and Error (3)
Pairing:Â Azriel x Reader
Summary: Based on the request: "Azriel with single mom reader? I feel like being a single mom in ACOTAR would be tricky as hell⊠reader comes from autumn court and flees to night court because she got pregnant out of marriage? đŻ the shame"
Word count:Â 2k
Warnings: Very small mention of blood
a/n:Â I am lovinggg writing this and I can't stop so don't ask me to đââïž
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Azriel had been by the apothecary four times since his first visit. That wasnât an unusual number by any means, but it was alarming that he was supposedly going through his headache tonic so quickly. You would give him a weekâs worth and he would return for more within three days.Â
Melanie had begun to expect him and had taken to examining his wings each time he walked through the door. She would run and stand atop the counterâmuch to your dismayâand Azriel would unfurl them from his back just a hair so she could get a better look. Her comfortability with him scared you. Youâd spoken to your daughter about stranger danger and had emphasized it a million times, but with Azriel, she held no reproach.Â
Azriel didnât seem to mind. You had apologized countless times for Melanieâs staring and her invasive questions, but Azriel would only wave you off with a glint in his eye. He always chalked it up to being an uncle, but youâd had an uncle and he was nothing like Azriel.Â
None of your family was like anyone youâd met in Velaris.Â
Still, there was a lingering pit in your stomach each time Azriel would ask you a question about yourself or smile at your daughter. It didnât feel safe to make too many friends, and Azriel was a particularly unsafe friend to have.Â
The Shadowsinger.Â
Youâd learned of his position within the Night Courtâs inner circle after Melanie had asked yet another question about Azriel and his shadows.Â
âIâm a Shadowsinger,â he had explained, your daughter spinning in circles around him, tugging his shadows along with her. A small smile graced his face as he spoke. âMy shadows tell me secrets so I can ensure everything is going okay in Velaris.âÂ
A cold sweat broke out along your skin as he spoke the words, but you only continued to smile and focused on keeping your breath even.Â
He would be the one to find you outâthere was no doubt about it.Â
But something told you the closeness could be a good thing. Perhaps, if he knew you, he would take pity on you when he found out. Perhaps, if he knew you, he wouldnât feel the need to dig into your history and ask questions.Â
At least, thatâs what you were hoping for because Azriel didnât show any sign of staying away from you or Melanieâa truth made even more apparent at Melanieâs open house.Â
âMelanie does so wonderfully in all her subjects,â her teacher gushed, a clipboard held tightly at her chest. âShe especially loved our cooking unit. She loved the burners and heating things up.âÂ
You raised your brows and grinned. âIâm so happy to hear that. She talks about school so often. Iâm glad her enthusiasm is reflected in her work.âÂ
An obvious avoidanceâan attempt to curtail the subject away from your daughterâs affinity for flames.Â
Her teacher did not seem put off. âIt is! I know she began in the middle of the school year, but she has caught on so quickly. I can tell she has a lot of support at home. Big family?âÂ
Perhaps her teacher wasnât as oblivious as you had hoped. You fought the twitch in your eye, dreading that this woman would know more about you. Five years of careful isolation and suddenly you were thrust into the public eye.Â
âNo, just the two of us. But my work is quite flexible so sheâs never alone. I always have time to help her with school.âÂ
âThatâs so great to hear. I have to ask, just for the sake of my student, her fatherââ
âHello, Ms. Fern.â
Azrielâs voice startled you out of the panic rising in your chest. You turned to find him rooted in his spot behind you, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze flicked down to you for a brief moment before settling back on the teacher.Â
âAzriel!â Ms. Fern delighted. âI didnât expect you today. I saw the High Lord and Lady earlier so I assumed it would just be the parents.âÂ
Azriel hummed. âI wanted to come by and see Nyxâs art. You mentioned he painted the family.âÂ
âYou didnât need to do that! I know youâre so busy. What a wonderfulââÂ
Azriel slowly edged in front of you, hiding you from Ms. Fernâs watchful eye. You felt a slight push against your hip and held in a laugh as Azriel reached behind him and ushered you off without ever looking away from the teacher. You quickly scampered away and made yourself busy examining the art around the room. Upon closer inspection, Nyx had painted a trollânot his family.Â
It took about 10 minutes of lingering before Azriel joined you, his shadows giving him away. They slinked around your wrists and traveled up to caress your neck.Â
âApologies for their familiarity,â Azriel said in place of a greeting. âThey seem to have grown comfortable with you.âÂ
âAnd Melanie,â you added. You rounded a table and meandered out to the hall. Azriel followed. âThey love to chase her around the apothecary. Sometimes I wonder if you keep coming by because theyâre making you.âÂ
Azriel bit back a smile but it still formed into a bashful expression. âPerhaps thatâs why.âÂ
In the hall, you found yourself alone with Azrielâutterly and completely alone. Melanie was with one of your neighbors as the teacher made it clear no students were allowed at the open house, and no one else occupied the space. You leaned your back against the wall and looked up at Azriel, a shyness overtaking you.Â
You were never really alone with himâMelanie was always right around the corner.Â
âThat was some maneuver earlier,â you commented, fidgeting with your fingers at your waist.Â
âShe was prying,â Azriel replied. You watched the way he carefully trailed his gaze down to your fingers. âI certainly wasnât going to let her know more about you than I do. Not when Iâve put in far more effort.âÂ
âI thought your shadows were the reason you came,â you teased.Â
âRight, my shadows.âÂ
You pressed your mouth into a line, feeling small under Azrielâs never-ending gaze. His eyes never left yours as silence blanketed the hall. It was as if he saw through you, understood you in a way that didnât make sense.Â
Maybe you could tell him.Â
No, that was ridiculous.Â
Was it?Â
âWhereâs Mel?â Azriel asked, startling you out of your internal strife.Â
The words didnât comprehend, the jumbled mess of your mind intensifying as the Shadowsinger knocked his head to the side and asked you questions.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âMelanie,â he clarified, brows bunching. âI was going to offer to watch her for this but I didnât want to impose. I know Iâm still mostly a stranger, but I donât know if you have family in the area and I justâŠâÂ
He trailed off. You never mentioned any family because that was one of the topics you strayed from each time it was broached. Family, your origins, Melanieâs father; he never brought any of it up directly, but heâd hint at it. And you always changed the subject.Â
âIâI donât,â you revealed. You broke his gaze and stared down at your fingers, picking at the skin around your nails. âHave family here, I mean. But I have neighbors that Melanie likes. Theyâre watching her.âÂ
âDo you trust them?â Azriel asked, an edge to his tone.Â
âOf course I do. I wouldnât leave her with anyone I didnât.âÂ
âGood,â he grunted out.Â
âAnd I would never ask you to watch Mel. ThatâI know youâre probably busy and she's kind of a handful..âÂ
Azriel started speaking before the last word left your mouth. âSheâs not. And I would never be too busy for that.â
Another silence fell. You picked harder at your nails.
âAzriel, IââÂ
âI want you to feel safe with me. To trust me.âÂ
His admittance shocked you into silence. You werenât actually sure what you were going to say to him, but it didnât matter. Nothing mattered. Everything you had ever thought exited your brain.Â
You opened your mouth to speak but no sound escaped.Â
âI meanâI just mean that I want to be a person you can trust Melanie with. That you can trust to⊠to share more with. I donât know what youâve been though, or how you ended up here in Velaris, but I want to be something safe for you.â
It felt as if something was pressing against your chest. When Melanie was around, he never looked at you with such intensityâhe never said these things with so much devotion to back his words.Â
A sharp, hot feeling pricked your fingers. Azrielâs hand immediately covered both of your own, his warm touch pulling your fingers away from each other. Youâd drawn bloodâa terrible nervous habit.Â
With all of the shock you missed the fact that this was the first time Azriel had touched you with such intentionality.Â
âItâs like youâre living in survival modeâyou and Melanie. I want you both to feel like thereâs someone looking out for you.âÂ
âWhy?â you whispered, the word still sounding entirely too loud. âWhy us? Why me?âÂ
Azriel hadnât removed his hands from yours. He offered a small squeeze to your fingers. âWhy not you?âÂ
Something broke in you. Something pulled.Â
You wanted nothing more than to open your mouth and let everything out. You wanted to trust himâto be able to trust anyoneâbut there was so much danger to that.
You could be forced back home. You could be forced to marry that man. You could lose Melanie.Â
But Azriel was looking at you as if heâd place his life before any of those possibilities. His gaze was beseeching, almost desperate, and something was urging you to trust him. Something intrinsic. Something that felt right.
Your lips parted.Â
âRhys, I told you, Azriel isnât here.âÂ
âI saw him leave just after us, darling. He came.âÂ
âHe came to Nyxâs open house? What could he possibly have to gain?âÂ
The conversation down the hall startled you. You yanked your hands from Azrielâs grip and whipped your head to the side in anticipation.Â
Rhys, Azriel, Nyx; you knew who was about to enter the hall, and reality came crashing down on you as soon as you made the connection.Â
âI have to go,â you rushed out, eyes widening. âIâThank you, Azriel, but this isnâtâthis isnât safe for Melanie. Not⊠all of this. I have toââÂ
You left, and Azriel stayed.Â
You heard your name as you went, heard it echo down the hall, but you still left.Â
And Azriel still stayed.Â
part four
#azriel x reader#azriel x female!reader#azriel x you#azriel x y/n#azriel fanfic#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster#azriel acotar#acotar#acotar fanfiction
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NASTY | LOGAN HOWLETT
â„ like the title says, itâs nasty, no other explanations needed
word count: 1k
pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader
content warnings: NSFW 18+ CONTENT BELOW, p in v, unsafe sex (donât be like them!), oral sex, literal filth i need to be cleansed
a/n: just a little drabble because i cannot get the these pictures out of my head and im a preening slut for logan (we knew this) i havenât written in a little bit so im rusty but anyway its just filth i need to be put down! also, nasty by ariana grande was on repeat, hence the title â„
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Logan Howlett is the type of man that goes feral when he sees you on your knees for him.
Seeing his girl, all desperate and needy, has his body thrumming with pure, hot desire.
Like right now, for instance. Heâs leant back, comfortable in his seated position, eyes struggling to stay open at the feel of you whimpering around his cock.
Youâd jumped him the minute heâd returned home, leading him away from wondering eyes until youâd found your bedroom. Far too impatient, youâd pushed him through the threshold and didnât let up until the back of his legs dug into the leather chair nearest to you. Then, without another thought, youâd dropped onto the ground before him. The minute you unbuttoned his jeans and yanked his boxers down, he groaned at the full-body shiver that rattled through you.
With a salacious glaze to your eyes, you took the tip of him, cherry red and bubbling with white desire, past spit slicked lips and sucked.
âFuck, princess,â heâd gritted out between clenched teeth, head slamming against the back of the chair at the feel of your wet, warm mouth caressing him.
A soft, supple hand grips the skin of his thigh, nails digging into the flesh until he grunts out, tethered back to the present as his hips jump at the feel of your fingers leaving indents. The movement sends him deeper into your mouth and you both moan at that.
You suck his cock like itâs your favorite treat and you canât get enough of it. Your eyes never break eye contact with his own. Even as you swirl your tongue from base to tip, as you gag around the entirety of him, as you lift your head up and down in desperation. He supposed you did it because you liked seeing him lose his composure from something only you could do to him.
âYeah, jusâ like that, baby.â he groans, hands sliding down to grip at you in anyway they can. One hand strokes the side of your face tenderly as he thumbs the imprint of his cock pressing into your cheek. The other grips your hair tightly, yanking it and holding you still as he starts to fuck your throat.
His hips are relentless, cock stuffed as far as it can go and though youâre gagging around him, you look as happy as can be. Even as your eyes stream tears at the fullness and the lack of airflow. You were moaning around him, looking like you were absolutely cock drunk and itâs that thought that sends him reeling past the edge.
Stifling, untamed pleasure curls in his lower stomach and builds up, up, up until his orgasm crashes over him with overwhelming euphoria. Logan groans, loud and guttural, hips stuttering in the sweet, sweet escape of your mouth.
He barely registers the sounds of you gasping off the length of him as you try to swallow his release, a look of pure glee mixed with sweltering desire painted on your face.
Just as youâre about to swallow, though, he yanks you up and into his lap, slamming his lips into your swollen, wet ones. He tastes himself as the saliva and his release mix between the swirl of your tongues. The messy, messy kiss has you whining into his mouth, unconsciously grinding your clothed, sopping pussy onto his thigh. The taste of him between your lips, the caress of his tongue on yours, the grip his gruff hands have on your hips (which encourage your pathetic humping), makes your head spin.
Its all too much and not enough at the same time.
âSuch a good girl, took me so well.â Logan praises as he pulls away from your kiss, focusing his attention on the flushed skin of your neck.
Instead of answering, you just moved your hips down harder, chasing the searing pleasure encompassing your body. The smell of your arousal had been permeating the room the minute you sucked his cock, but now, it was wafting around Loganâs nose teasingly, tempting him to ruin you.
âAtta girl, use me.â He grunts out, flexing his thigh against your cunt to relieve the pressure building at your puffy clit. When he canât take it anymore (and neither can you, you need him so badly it hurts), he lifts your sensitive body into his arms and stands. The need to take care of you properly overpowers his urge to see you hump yourself to an orgasm on his thigh.
Your whines of protests only last a second because the minute you land on the bed, Logan was between your thighs, ripping your shorts and lace panties with his claw, before devouring you.
And after youâd finally come on his tongue, your release was all over his face, slick and shiny, as he pressed gentle kisses on your thighs. It shouldnât have made you arch back up to his mouth, not with how sensitive you were, but it did.
And because Logan is absolutely unhinged, he wouldnât just stop after youâd reached your high, he would continue to suckle your clit and lick up your dripping desire until youâd come undone a couple more times for him. Then, as youâre a blubbering, teary mess, heâd flip you onto your stomach, grunting at your lewd whines and whimpers, before he fucks you hard until you were crying out. With your cunt squeezing his cock in tight, delicious pulses, heâll thrust with more vigor. As youâre shivering with pleasure below him, heâll grip the plush of your hips and fuck you explosively until heâd finally come inside you.
While youâd be all dazed and hazy, youâd latch onto him tightly and Logan would tuck you into his side tightly. When he would try to pull out, pitiful protests would tumble from you until he got the hint. Heâd settled down with you, one hand stroking your sweat soaked hair, the other tracing your back. Youâd both fall asleep like that; tangled up together and still connected in the most intimate sense possible.
And if he wakes up in the morning, still inside you and hard again, he couldnât be blamed. He turns into an animalistic version of himself the minute you get on your knees.
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Birdritch part 2 Yeah, there's a subscription post now...
Danny pulled another sweet potato fry from his bag before refolding the top to keep it warm. Heâd finish all the fries before he even got home, he knew that, but that was future himâs problem. Right then being able to munch on the sweet, salty goodness as he took a shortcut through the park was just what he needed. There was something about Robinson park that always settled him.
It was probably because of the parkâs wild, otherworldly nature that came from Poison Ivyâs control. It almost felt ghostly in how unreal it was. It was another thing Danny tried not to think too hard on and just enjoyed. It wasnât that Danny was ignoring the fact that he was half ghost (as he always tried to convince himself), he just wasnât dwelling on it anymore. Ghosts had consumed his life for so long and he needed a break.
Even before his accident (it was easier to just call it an accident when people asked about his scars), his parentâs obsession controlled their house, family, and lives. He got now that it wasnât normal to grow up not cooking because the food might eat you. Or because your parents were too busy in the basement lab to remember. His time away from Amity Park in college made Danny realize that Jazz and his childhood had been at best unsafe and at worst negligent.
It had taken Danny a lot of therapy to be able to say those words.
Being honest, Danny still needed a lot of therapy, but there was only so much progress he could make when he couldnât really explain that he was half dead and had spent the end of his childhood fighting ghosts, the government, and his parents. He was half tempted to try and track down Harley Quinn and see if she was up to taking on a new patient. (Danny was pretty sure that she wouldnât rat him out to the authorities.)
A vine thrashed suddenly in front of Danny, hitting the sidewalk with a meaty thump.
Danny froze.
Fuck.
His phone was out of power.
He couldnât check if something was going on in the park.
While Poison Ivy was much more Pamela Isley than rogue these days, as seen by the city just letting her have control of much of the park, she was still temperamental and the rightâ or wrongâ sort of thing could set her and her plants off. (Sometimes the plants went off on their own. Everyone knew not to be a sleaze bag in Robinson park.)
Slowly Danny started to back up.
Several more vines wretched themselves out of the ground around him.
He could hear shouting somewhere off to his left. Out of the corner of his eye he could see movement from the plants that direction.
Alright, not angry at him then.
Danny crept forward slowly, keeping his motions as calm and small as possible. Just because they plants werenât angry at him it didnât mean they werenât a threat to him. His best chance was to stay on the path and head in the direction away from the noise.
And away from the over sized flowers.
Well fuckity fuck.
Most things Poison Ivy could do werenât really a threat to Danny. He could phase away from vines, after all. But the flowers? The flowers had pollen and pollen was an unknown; one that Danny didnât want to be known. Sam was rather certain that the pollens could effect Danny in odd and unknown ways due to his half ghost nature.
He had refused to let Sam experiment on him to figure it out. Comparing her fervor to his parentâs helped shut that idea down for good. Danny didnât regret avoiding being a lab rat, even as he was staring down the ruby red flowers to his right. He still just had to keep his motions as calm and small as possible.
The flowers were only an issue if they let their pollen out.
Danny started to move in as wide of an arc as he could around the flowers.
While they were closed up he was safe.
Dannyâs left hand spasmed.
The paper bag of food crinkled.
The flower petals unfurled.
Fuck.
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AN: I know there are issues, another no read through late night post, but I'm getting my serotonin where I can. Stay delightful, darlings.
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Astarion doesn't ask for affection because he can't..... yet.
Ah, more tea steeping in this seeming endless sea of thoughts. This brew is a bit strong on the heart. Read with caution.
Warning for game spoilers and talk of abuse.
This perspective is from game content only. How anybody cannons their relationships or behaviors is perfectly right. No blame, no shame, it's your game.
I was always miffed at the lack of initiated affection from Astarion as a partner. YOU ask him for a kiss. YOU ask him for a hug. YOU ask him to tell you thank you after being an amazing partner and killing a massive beastie just for him! Brat...
But then I had a sudden realization. Given his past, affection is probably insanely hard to ask for. Like it can be for a lot of us.
Stay awhile and listen. (nerd)
Now when I speak of narcissistic abuse I am only speaking from what I know about it. I have no academic or phycology degree on the matter. Just good ol' tossed in the pond and forced to sink or swim experience.
Astarion spent 200 years under the crushing weight of narcissistic / psychopathic abuse. One of the things these types of abusers love to do is take what you love and make you hate it and then make you hate yourself for ever having liked it to begin with. All very nasty business that. But it's one of the main corner stones for the cage they build to control you.
They make you feel as if the request of a simple hug is the most pathetic thing you could ask for. Or the most selfish thing as it inconveniences them. They don't want it, why should they give it to you?
Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue..
200 years with a master who used him like a tool. 200 years with siblings that fought amongst each other so much comfort was a liability. Nights coming home assaulted only to be mocked for your tears. Insulted for your need of comfort.
"Pathetic! Weak! Disgusting! "
Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue..
Affection was nowhere to be found there, I assure you.
And for a Narc. anything given is expected to be "earned" in any way they see fit. And if you were "rewarded" with anything, it comes at high price.
And how dare you not find it fair. You ingrate!
Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue..
Hugs are pathetic. Kisses are an intrusion. Or they become gateways to other unwanted behaviors. To be held...what are you? A baby? The only way you are going to get held, is down.
Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue.. The pattern continues.
But you ask HIM for a kiss. And he says..
"There is nothing I'd like more."
And he means it.
I'd bet a mountain of gold he wants to just ask you himself. But years of conditioning to expect pain when seeking pleasure probably keeps him in a choke hold. Like rats that are shocked every time they try to eat food out of a dish. They learn it is safer to starve.
"I want to ask Tav for a kiss or a hug, but they might think i'm weak. But if they ask me first then it's them who wants it and they can't degrade me for it because they asked, not me. It's safe then."
"I want to ask Tav for a kiss or hug, but they might reject me for being too needy and shame and berate me for being so selfish or demanding of their time and person. But if they ask they have time and want me to kiss/hug them."
"I want to ask Tav for a kiss or a hug, but my primal brain keeps telling me they might demand more than I want to give in return for it. But if they ask, I have the power of negotiating the outcome."
This leads me to believe he would view sex and affection very differently as well.
Where most find affection safe and nurturing, it's anxiety educing and unsafe. It means there are feelings and if there are feelings there is the risk and fear of rejection or judgment. It's much scarier.
Where most find sex to be connecting and intimate, it's been used so much it's lost any meaning. Something you can do a thousand times over and walk away the second it's done and feel nothing afterward.
This may even be a part of the reason why he wants to stop having sex.
He wants to connect with you in ways denied to him. He wants the experience of being courted, treasured, nurtured. It means so much more to him than sex. It is so much more connecting.
Feeling this way is wretched and lonely. The most basic instinct is to want to seek comfort in the arms of those who love us. But it's broken. The risk is too great.
And it's hard. Because you could be the sweetest most honorable Tav in the whole of Fearun. But after being fed poised apples one too many times, all apples appear poisonous regardless of if is true or not.
I have no doubt that this prickly elf soaks up every second of non sexual affection you give him. And truly is grateful for your patience while he slowly and carefully disarms the safety measures he put in place to survive. The fact that he even allowed you to touch him like that at all was a monumental act of trust. And why not? You are incredible after all.
I'm going to go ask my elf for a kiss now. And then cry in my cup.
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it is totally okay to be hurt and tired and fed up with the american schooling system but i need you to understand that we need to be better about loudly and routinely defending public education.
yes, many teachers suck, many schools utterly suck. i also got bullied and was absolutely not given the right support for my needs. i am not defending public education because it was kind to me. i am defending it because it needs to exist.
right-wing republicans do not want an educated population. they want kids to be homeschooled or in private school. there is a huge religious undertone to this.
the most common argument is that despite high costs, the "result" is not "good" enough. they point to failing schools as proof that public education is just never going to work out. there will be arguments made here that you actually agree with: that teachers can be bullies, that we taught online for 2 years and still charged the same amount of tuition, that we have no recourse for students to actually have agency or a voice, and that schools are now unsafe for kids due to risk of illness and gun violence.
these are all placing the blame in a fraudulent way, one intended to get your parents to homeschool you. the less kids in a school, the less federally-awarded funding for that school, the less any school succeeds. they will not mention the fact it is their legislation that takes away important funding opportunities, that teachers are living at or below the poverty line, that buildings are not kept up to code, that administration is overpaid and forces specific curriculums, that corporations like (my personal enemy) Pearson Education control certain classroom goals because teachers can't afford other options. they pretend to be ignorant of the gun violence and say "oh just get a gun" - but these are the same people who will be sending their child to a private school with a bulletproof backpack. they don't care if your kid dies, though. they "don't believe" in covid, but they did get their kid vaccinated, because of course they did.
it is a closed loop. conservative parents hear the fearmongering and remove children from the system. frequently these parents are also deeply religious. the kids are raised without access to other media & learn to parrot their parents. you have now created a new generation of conservatives. additionally, one of the parents/caregivers must stay home and homeschool the children, usually for free. i will give you 1 guess which parent tends to stay home to homeschool the children. these parents are encouraged to have many, many children. those children are most likely not getting access to safe sex ed.
we might laugh at fox news suggesting teachers are forcing children to use kitty litter but: first of all, there is kitty litter in the classroom. it's part of an emergency kit in case children are locked in due to a shooter. so that's fucking dystopian, and the fact they've completely reimagined the scenario to somehow make the teachers look bad when it's instead a fucking huge symbol of our failure as a country to protect our children.... it feels a little intentional.
secondly: don't just dismiss the situation. because, yeah, obviously, no teacher is encouraging kids to be a catboy. but the actual undertone that fox news is trying to sew is an outright distrust of teachers and of public education. they rely on the dehumanization of trans people as a common touchstone to hide the fact they're pushing two agendas at once. (which is ironic. because the thing they accuse teachers of. is pushing. an agenda.)
whenever someone tells you they want you to read less, you should be suspicious of that. when someone tries to separate you and your education, you should be suspicious of that. i don't even like incel rhetoric nor would i want my kids exposed to it - but i would not take away my child's (age-appropriate) access to the internet. i would just provide more educational materials, not less. the difference here is that i believe we can resolve ignorance with knowledge; whereas conservatives believe that ignorance is bliss.
they misappropriate funding and demonize teachers. they pull the same trick each time - the same thing we are seeing with anti-trans rhetoric. they do not want you to have access to safe sex ed, so they act horrified, claim sex ed teaches you how to thrust deep, claim that we have no idea what "age-appropriate" means. since the mid-nineties, the united states has spent at least 2 billion dollars on abstinence-only education, even though to quote the above link: "a preponderance of studies has found no effect of abstinence education at reducing adolescent pregnancy". conservatives want you to think less of any person struggling with addiction so they can continue their racist "war on drugs", so they spend up to $750 million dollars a year on the DARE program which has absolutely no effect. acting like teachers "must" be "grooming" children is just the same thing - so they can demand that funding either goes to their causes or the funding doesn't "exist" ("i'm not paying for our kids to learn that thing!")
and they want you to feel uncaring about this. they are aware that you will hate some parts of your school experience. pretty much everyone does. they want to lean into the parts that you hate so that you don't put up a fight about it when they take it away for not being "good enough."
i know i maybe sound like a conspiracy theorist. but truly. truly. it is beneficial for conservatives to reduce your faith in the american public schooling system.
one of the explicitly stated campaign promises of the conservative party: to axe the Department of Education in 2024.
i know we are all tired and burnt out and there is so much else wrong with their entire platform. but maybe just - pay attention to this one.
#i can't believe i have to say this#the conservative party is legit like ''is it anything good? okay we hate it.''#''lets kill lgbt people and ummmmm school children shouldnt be able to read they should be at home watching jordan peterson :)"#the fact that it's like all related is. wild.#like it's wild bc if u start being like. actually making it impossible to afford housing is part of how they keep the nuclear family.....#it's just like lines connecting to lines. EXCEPT ITS OBVIOUS?#what's wild to me about most conspiracy theorists is that they're like . ohhhh the govt is hiding shit!!!!!!! they don't want u to know!!!#and im like. this old man literally got up on stage and said he hates public education and will let our kids die before taking away ak-47s#and ppl are like: lol thats just bob's sense of humor he didn't mean it literally uwu
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it's hard (stepdad one shot)
3k words, stepdad!joel x f!reader
âCan I tell ya somethin'?â He whispers. âWhat?â You ask. He takes a deep breath. He scoots back, making room for you to roll onto your back and look up at him. His face is serious. He takes off his glasses and reaches to put them on the side table. His eyes are always browner than you remember.Â
SUMMARY: You're at their house xmas wk. WARNINGS: I8+ stepcest, angst, pining, fluff, possessive!joel, sneaking around, outercourse, unsafe p in v, mess of cum. reader can sit on him. Mood board is for mood. A/N: Title is an album by The Who.
Itâs Christmas week, only a few days after your first time with Joel, and youâre staying at their house. You show up later than you said you would, and Joel has already asked where you are. The truth is, you're nervous. Youâre not sure you want to have sex in their house, and youâre also not sure you can resist. Itâs too mortifying to think about getting caught. There are plenty of other places you can do itâyour apartment, a motel, a car. Youâre trying to be smart and slow down.Â
When you show up, your momâs car isnât there. Joel is in the kitchen wearing his standard gray joggers, a tight white tee, and socks with coconuts on them. No shoes. He lights up when you walk in. "Hey," you mutter and he replies in kind as you close the door behind you. You survey the living room where thereâs a pillow and blankets on the sofa, and you pity him for a moment. Â
âOh,â he goes over to the christmas tree and plugs in the multicolor lights. âMerry Christmas week.â You stand there with your bags, not really sure what youâre doing, or feeling. He approaches you cautiously.Â
You look at each other for a few seconds until you're both comfortable that the other still feels the same way.Â
âI'll take those,â Joel finally offers. As he takes the bag off your shoulder, he gives you a peck on the cheek. âGood to see you,â he mumbles. His shirt rides up as he slings the bag over his shoulder and you follow him upstairs. He glances back and teases, âCaught ya lookinâ.â
Once you make it to your bedroom you ask, âwhere's mom?âÂ
âGrabbinâ dinner. Guess weâll eat when she's back.â He puts the bags down on your bed and steps toward you. You donât step away. He gently pulls you into a hug. You inhale his scent as his arms wrap around you.Â
The embrace lingers, and you can't ignore the warmth of his mostly-soft package pressing against you.Â
You begin to whisper, âI don't think we should. . .â trailing off when you realize you're not sure where to draw the line. Every second in his arms, you're less and less sure.Â
âOkay,â Joel murmurs. He kisses you on the cheekâslower, more tender than his initial greeting. âWhatever you want,â he adds. He presses his lips into your cheek again, and they linger for a moment before he drags them away.Â
âFuck,â you whisper to yourself, then pull away, cheeks burning as his arms reluctantly loosen and his hands slide down, skimming your sides as you step back.Â
âI'm gonna unpack,â you mutter, glancing at your luggage, cheeks warm.Â
âYeah,â Joel scratches one side of his beard. âOkay.âÂ
One day at a time. Have some self-control. You pull yourself away.Â
He nods, looks down, and turns around to leave. His back is sooo broad. You want to reach out and run your hand over his muscles, but you know you wouldn't stop there.
You lock the door behind him and hope it isn't too offensive. As soon as heâs out, you exhale. You lay down on your bed. You open your nightstand drawer and your heart flutters at a box with a bow on it, and your name in his handwriting. Under it, there's a new pack of batteries.Â
You wonder if he's about to jerk off, but you don't wait to find out. You close your eyes and imagine him coming back through the door, unable to resist.
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Your Mom comes home with Thai food and the three of you sit down to dinner together. Your mom makes small talk while Joel makes a mess of the pad thai trying to serve himself. Noodles are dragging behind, tethering the pile on his plate to the main container. Your mom bristles at this in her peripheral vision.Â
âSo,â your Mom puts on her best interested face and asks you,âSwipe right on anyone lately?âÂ
Joel scoffs silently.Â
âNot many,â you answer. Every time she talks to you, your heart races like youâre about to walk into a trap. This is your own doing, and you know it.Â
âHow many guys are on there, anyway?â
âA lot.âÂ
âCan I see?â
It doesnât even occur to you to say no.Â
You open tinder and slide your phone over. âJust swipe left.âÂ
Joelâs chewing slows down as he stares at the dating app open on your phone. Your stomach drops.
You hadnât used it at all this week. You wouldâve deleted it if you thought about it, but youâre so used to ignoring the notifications. You look at Joel apologetically as your Mom keeps swiping left.
Joelâs nostrils flare, and his breaths become faster. He swallows and doesnât take another bite. He taps his chopsticks on his plate.Â
âOh,â your Mom addresses you. âYou know whoâs single?â She looks up from your phone. Joel takes a deep breath and looks at her with his brow furrowed.Â
âHarold, down the street.â
âWhat the hell would she want with Harold?â Joel snaps.Â
Your mom chuckles. âWhatâs wrong with Harold?âÂ
Her phone rings. Joel puts his chopsticks down and clasps his hands behind his chair to stretch his back. As soon as your Mom stands up from the table, he leans forward and takes your phone.Â
âWhatâs this about?â he asks flatly. Itâs still open to tinder. His jaw clenches. He looks into your messages. At least he can see you havenât sent any.Â
âI forgot I even had it,â you explain.Â
He goes to the home screen. âGood, you wonât mind.â He holds down the app and presses uninstall.
âWhat else ya got?â he starts scrolling your apps.
He goes on instagram and opens a picture of you in a mildly low cut dress. He deletes it and opens another picture. His breathing is still agitated.Â
âHey,â you reach for your phone. âWhat the hell?â You take it from his hand. âAre you gonna act even crazier now?âÂ
His brow furrows and he stares at the table, then meets your eyes and swallows. âI dunno.â His face softens as he looks at you.
Then he gets pensive and asks, âWhat do you think of Harold?âÂ
You roll your eyes. âI donât think about Harold at all.â You pocket your phone and get up from the table.Â
âWait, where ya goinâ?â
âMeeting a friend for coffee.â
Heâs rubbing his beard like heïżœïżœïżœs trying not to say anything, but he blurts out, âWhat friend?â
âEmma. . . Jesus.âÂ
On your way out of the neighborhood, you pass Haroldâs house. It feels like every time you drive by in the daylight, he's struggling to bring some kind of delivery inside - Amazon boxes, or even donuts and iced coffee. Tonight he's sitting at his kitchen table alone, wrapping a present.
â--
When youâre at the cafe with Emma, Joel texts you, Sorry.
Itâs ok, you reply.Â
It's a struggle not to tell Emma what's going on, but you don't. You tell her youâre seeing someone but don't want to jinx it by saying too much.
When you get home, heâs in the kitchen casually leaning with his butt and hands against the counter. âHow âbout some egg nog?âÂ
âNo thanks,â you tell him, but you linger.Â
âWe good?â he asks, quieter. You nod as you take off your jacket, then put it in the coat closet.Â
When you turn around, heâs right in your space. His eyes are red and his hair is messier than earlier, giving you a rush of desire.
âSorry,â he repeats and reaches for your head.
You donât pull away.
He cradles the back of your head as he hugs you loosely. You let your hands lightly skim his hips, then wrap around him. It would be a harmless hug in a different family. Until he pulls his head back, then rubs his nose against yours. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, nostrils filling with his aftershave. Then a toilet flushes in the background, and you break apart.Â
âIâm going to read,â you mumble. His fingertips skim your ass as you walk away.Â
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Youâre lying in bed later, still reading, when Joel sends you a snapchat. The notification makes you tingle, but when you open it, itâs not him. Itâs the TV downstairs with the title card of Krampus. You get out of bed and pad over to your mom's room. You crack the door open, and she's passed out.Â
You go downstairs.
Joel is lying on his side on the sofa. You and he are wearing the same pajamas you got for Christmas last year. The Christmas tree casts the room in a dim, cozy light.Â
He welcomes you under his arm. Just a little cuddling, you lie to yourself.
Without much hesitation, you settle in as a small spoon so you're both facing the tv. He runs his hand up and down your side before dangling his arm over your waist. The bulge in his pants is barely grazing you, until you push your ass back and he inhales sharply, then cups your breast, using his forearm across your torso to bring you closer. His nose nudges your neck and you can feel him inhaling your scent. His warm package nudges your ass. It's the first time you've felt him soft, like really felt him. It's still quite a bulge.
He's not soft for long. Soon heâs lightly grinding against you, hard and getting harder as the movie quietly plays. His hand leaves your breast, skimming down your soft pajama top to its bottom hem. His fingers creep under the shirt and when they hit your bare skin, the shock of arousal has you thinking very stupid thoughts. Like, maybe you should ride him on this couch, come what may. You stop his hand from going any further up your shirt.Â
His arm relaxes in defeat.Â
You gently take his hand out from under your shirt and bring it near your breast, where it was. Instead, he covers your hand with his and interlaces his fingers. His thumb brushes yours at a slow rhythm, and the butterflies in your chest nearly make you forget what you're trying to resist until his cock twitches against you.
He takes his hand back only for a moment to adjust himself, then his hand returns to yours. His arm wraps tighter over you. Against your back, his chest expands with each breath. The rhythmic stroke of his thumb lulls you half-asleep.Â
âCan I tell ya somethin?â He whispers.Â
âWhat?â You ask.Â
He takes a deep breath. He scoots back, making room for you to roll onto your back and look up at him. His face is serious. He takes off his glasses and reaches back to put them on the side table. His eyes are always browner than you remember.Â
âI wanna do this every night,â he says.Â
Your heart flutters. You turn on your side to face him.Â
âI mean it,â his eyes are somber. He lays his hand on your side. He takes in a shaky breath. âI'm miserable without you.âÂ
âI'm right here.âÂ
He shakes his head. âI need all of you.âÂ
You look at each other for a few seconds in the light of the Christmas tree. There's not much to say.Â
âMe too,â you whisper. His nose twitches and he shakes his head like you don't get it.
âWhat Iâm tryinâ to say is. . .Iâd ruin my life for you, if it wouldn't ruin yours, too.â
You read each other's eyes for a long moment.
âWhat life,â you whisper.
His eyes brighten. âThat's how I feel.â His gaze falls to your lips. âWeâll get a new one.âÂ
You want to kiss him, but don't want to end up naked. First you warn, âI don't wanna take off any-â Â
He cuts you off with his lips. Theyâre soft and needy. Then his hand runs down your side, over your ass, and his fingers dig into your flannel-clad thigh. You hike your knee up and wrap your leg around him. The hard shape in his pants presses right against your most sensitive place. âMm,â you moan softly into his mouth.
Youâre throbbing for him. So turned on. His tongue slides against yours and he feeds on your mouth as he grinds against you. His dick is fat and hard and warm.
As you move against each other, pangs of pleasure dart to your nipples, your ass, your chest. He's so hard. Your body flutters on the edge of bliss but stays there. He grabs the plush of your ass, pulling you harder against him. You break the kiss with a gasp, and he latches onto your neck.Â
With a push of his hips, he moans into your neck then whispers, âcan't wait to be inside you again.â you throb and gush at the thought. He grinds against you a little harder, needier, but just as slow. âFuck, you feel good.â He rolls over on his back, bringing you on top of him. Then he sits up and lifts your knees so your legs wrap around him and you hang onto his neck.
âGod I wanna fuck you like this,â he whispers, holding you against him. His cock swells harder. You're throbbing madly. You card your fingers into his hair and he groans at your fingertips on his scalp. His strong arm holds you against him with his hips lifting under you.Â
âMe too,â you whisper, your legs pulling yourself closer, harder. You groan softly. âWant you inside meâfuck, just like this.â
âCan ya feel it,â he asks, âohhhâcause I still feel itâgodâevery time I close my eyes.â He moans as his stiff manhood twitches against you. Your clit pulses and you gasp. He covers your mouth with a kiss as you come. Everything else fades away. His lips break away with a shudder as he explodes against you through the soft flannel, pulsing hard. Your chest flutters at the feeling.
When you're both done, he lets you back onto the sofa, and resumes his position on his side. He pulls you back against him with a sigh. You're pleasantly surprised that you don't feel a bigger mess against your back.
âShit,â he mutters after a minute.
âWhat?â
ââsânot your problem.âÂ
âSay it.â You roll on your back to look at him.
His cheeks flush. âMânot empty.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat.
âNot your problem,â he repeats, but youâre already pulling down your waistband. Yeah, itâs. . .not a problem at all.
You turn on your side again, facing the tv. You reach back into his pants, and your breath hitches at the mess of cum enrobing his slowly softening dick.
âDo it,â you whisper, and tilt your hips for him.
He quickly notches his cum smeared dick at your entrance, no longer fully hard, but hard enough. He presses on your mound as he plunges into you, dividing your insides with a sigh. âFuck,â he breathes. Your chest feels light as your body makes space for him.Â
You close your eyes as he further stiffens, growing inside you, pressing against your walls. His hand slides up your top. He gropes your breast as he retreats, then bottoms out again. Within a few strokes, heâs as stiff as ever, and youâre as full as ever.Â
He pauses, fully seated inside you, throbbing. He covers you both with a blanket. You're relieved there's another one beneath you. He breathes against your ear as his hand meanders under your top again. âInside?âÂ
âYeah,â You nod. Â
âWhere it should be,â he pants. He moans as he slowly fucks you.
âWant it all,â you beg, getting closer and closer with the tight drag of him within you.
He adjusts his position, sliding his arm under your neck so he can grope you with both hands, hugging you tight against him.
"'s'all I think about," he whispers. "Ungghhh---when I wake up---ohh--when I go to sleep."
He moans softly and his hands feel you greedily, "whenever you're ready."
âFuck,â you whisper. He buries himself in you slow and deep. His breath is hot on your neck. You push back on him, swallowing every inch heâll feed your drooling cunt. He buries his mouth and nose against your head. The Christmas lights are blurry in the corner of your eye.
âFeel so perfect,â he pants. He rubs your clit and you still his hand. He withdraws part way and pauses with his tip nudging just the right spot. He just barely rocks his hips, staying right there, rubbing over it, not letting up.
You gasp and tighten with tension, then sigh as you gush on him.
âYeah,â he pants, presses your mound for leverage, and bottoms out as you choke his cock.
He sighs and begins to pulse with even more power than you remember. A huge burst of warmth, followed by a smaller twitch, another massive burst, a slow thrust. It keeps coming, and so do you. His breaths are heavy against you, his stomach flexing into your back as he empties his load. You're overflowing with cum. Your climax wanes, and he's still pulsing even once he's dry.
It finally stops, and he rests inside.
-
You catch your breath, and the smell of sex hangs so heavy in the air that dread bubbles in your chest. You pull yourself forward, letting his cock fall out.
âShit,â you mutter at the mess between your legs. You pull your pants up. He squeezes your hip affectionately as you sit up.
He sits up on his elbow and tucks away his worn out cock. He takes a deep breath and searches your eyes.
You don't know what to say. You reach back to feel the blanket â soaked. âThis is. . .we canât do this again.â
He whispers your name, sits up and rests one hand on your back, one on your thigh. His chest is heaving like he's waking up from a nightmare. âWhat happened,â he whispers. âTalk to me.â
âHere. We can't do this here.â
He sighs and swallows. âOkay,â he whispers. âSorry.â
âYou know how to use the washer, right?â
âYeah. I've got it. Of course.â
You take off your pajama bottoms.
âYou okay ?â He asks.
You nod. You yearn to lay with him, but youâre also compelled to leave that room.
You read his face and the worry on it makes your heart hurt.
âIt's okay,â you whisper, then kiss him good night. It's a long, soft kiss, and he doesn't want to let you go. âItâs okay, I promise,â you assure him.
You creep up the stairs pantsless. The air is cool on the cum between your thighs until more warmth trickles out.
You clean up in your bathroom and hear the washer turn on downstairs. You can't get his pitiful look out of your head. You send him a chat when you get back in bed: Good night â€ïž.
Sweet dreams â€ïžđ€, he replies.
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Thank you for reading!
PSA - The main story to stepdad is over, and I don't commit to another arc of them, but the AU is still open for one shots, asks, HCs, whatever I get inspired on. Basically I want it to be more casual without expectations.
There will be another post this month, because I already wrote the smut.
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Googleâs new phones canât stop phoning home
On OCTOBER 23 at 7PM, I'll be in DECATUR, presenting my novel THE BEZZLE at EAGLE EYE BOOKS.
One of the most brazen lies of Big Tech is that people like commercial surveillance, a fact you can verify for yourself by simply observing how many people end up using products that spy on them. If they didn't like spying, they wouldn't opt into being spied on.
This lie has spread to the law enforcement and national security agencies, who treasure Big Tech's surveillance as an off-the-books trove of warrantless data that no court would ever permit them to gather on their own. Back in 2017, I found myself at SXSW, debating an FBI agent who was defending the Bureau's gigantic facial recognition database, which, he claimed, contained the faces of virtually every American:
https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2017/mar/11/sxsw-facial-recognition-biometrics-surveillance-panel
The agent insisted that the FBI had acquired all those faces through legitimate means, by accessing public sources of people's faces. In other words, we'd all opted in to FBI facial recognition surveillance. "Sure," I said, "to opt out, just don't have a face."
This pathology is endemic to neoliberal thinking, which insists that all our political matters can be reduced to economic ones, specifically, the kind of economic questions that can be mathematically modeled and empirically tested. It would be great if all our thorniest problems could be solved like mathematical equations.
Unfortunately, there are key elements of these systems that can't be reliably quantified and turned into mathematical operators, especially power. The fact that someone did something tells you nothing about whether they chose to do so â to understand whether someone was coerced or made a free choice, you have to consider the power relationships involved.
Conservatives hate this idea. They want to live in a neat world of "revealed preferences," where the fact that you're working in a job where you're regularly exposed to carcinogens, or that you've stayed with a spouse who beats the shit out of you, or that you're homeless, or that you're addicted to Oxy, is a matter of choice. Monopolies exist because we all love the monopolist's product best, not because they've got monopoly power. Jobs that pay starvation wages exist because people want to work full time for so little money that they need food-stamps just to survive. Intervening in any of these situations is "woke paternalism," where the government thinks it knows better than you and intervenes to take away your right to consume unsafe products, get maimed at work, or have your jaw broken by your husband.
Which is why neoliberals insist that politics should be reduced to economics, and that economics should be carried out as if power didn't exist:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/05/farrago/#jeffty-is-five
Nowhere is this stupid trick more visible than in the surveillance fight. For example, Google claims that it tracks your location because you asked it to, by using Google products that make use of your location without clicking an opt out button.
In reality, Google has the power to simply ignore your preferences about location tracking. In 2021, the Arizona Attorney General's privacy case against Google yielded a bunch of internal memos, including memos from Google's senior product manager for location services Jen Chai complaining that she had turned off location tracking in three places and was still being tracked:
https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/01/you-are-here/#goog
Multiple googlers complained about this: they'd gone through dozens of preference screens, hunting for "don't track my location" checkboxes, and still they found that they were being tracked. These were people who worked under Chai on the location services team. If the head of that team, and her subordinates, couldn't figure out how to opt out of location tracking, what chance did you have?
Despite all this, I've found myself continuing to use stock Google Pixel phones running stock Google Android. There were three reasons for this:
First and most importantly: security. While I worry about Google tracking me, I am as worried (or more) about foreign governments, random hackers, and dedicated attackers gaining access to my phone. Google's appetite for my personal data knows no bounds, but at least the company is serious about patching defects in the Pixel line.
Second: coercion. There are a lot of apps that I need to run â to pay for parking, say, or to access my credit union or control my rooftop solar â that either won't run on jailbroken Android phones or require constant tweaking to keep running.
Finally: time. I already have the equivalent of three full time jobs and struggle every day to complete my essential tasks, including managing complex health issues and being there for my family. The time I take out of my schedule to actively manage a de-Googled Android would come at the expense of either my professional or personal life.
And despite Google's enshittificatory impulses, the Pixels are reliably high-quality, robust phones that get the hell out of the way and let me do my job. The Pixels are Google's flagship electronic products, and the company acts like it.
Until now.
A new report from Cybernews reveals just how much data the next generation Pixel 9 phones collect and transmit to Google, without any user intervention, and in defiance of the owner's express preferences to the contrary:
https://cybernews.com/security/google-pixel-9-phone-beams-data-and-awaits-commands/
The Pixel 9 phones home every 15 minutes, even when it's not in use, sharing "location, email address, phone number, network status, and other telemetry." Additionally, every 40 minutes, the new Pixels transmit "firmware version, whether connected to WiFi or using mobile data, the SIM card Carrier, and the userâs email address." Even further, even if you've never opened Google Photos, the phone contacts Google Photosâ Face Grouping API at regular intervals. Another process periodically contacts Google's Voice Search servers, even if you never use Voice Search, transmitting "the number of times the device was restarted, the time elapsed since powering on, and a list of apps installed on the device, including the sideloaded ones."
All of this is without any consent. Or rather, without any consent beyond the "revealed preference" of just buying a phone from Google ("to opt out, don't have a face").
What's more, the Cybernews report probably undercounts the amount of passive surveillance the Pixel 9 undertakes. To monitor their testbench phone, Cybernews had to root it and install Magisk, a monitoring tool. In order to do that, they had to disable the AI features that Google touts as the centerpiece of Pixel 9. AI is, of course, notoriously data-hungry and privacy invasive, and all the above represents the data collection the Pixel 9 undertakes without any of its AI nonsense.
It just gets worse. The Pixel 9 also routinely connects to a "CloudDPC" server run by Google. Normally, this is a server that an enterprise customer would connect its employees' devices to, allowing the company to push updates to employees' phones without any action on their part. But Google has designed the Pixel 9 so that privately owned phones do the same thing with Google, allowing for zero-click, no-notification software changes on devices that you own.
This is the kind of measure that works well, but fails badly. It assumes that the risk of Pixel owners failing to download a patch outweighs the risk of a Google insider pushing out a malicious update. Why would Google do that? Well, perhaps a rogue employee wants to spy on his ex-girlfriend:
https://www.wired.com/2010/09/google-spy/
Or maybe a Google executive wins an internal power struggle and decrees that Google's products should be made shittier so you need to take more steps to solve your problems, which generates more chances to serve ads:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/24/naming-names/#prabhakar-raghavan
Or maybe Google capitulates to an authoritarian government who orders them to install a malicious update to facilitate a campaign of oppressive spying and control:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragonfly_(search_engine)
Indeed, merely by installing a feature that can be abused this way, Google encourages bad actors to abuse it. It's a lot harder for a government or an asshole executive to demand a malicious downgrade of a Google product if users have to accept that downgrade before it takes effect. By removing that choice, Google has greased the skids for malicious downgrades, from both internal and external sources.
Google will insist that these anti-features â both the spying and the permissionless updating â are essential, that it's literally impossible to imagine building a phone that doesn't do these things. This is one of Big Tech's stupidest gambits. It's the same ruse that Zuck deploys when he says that it's impossible to chat with a friend or plan a potluck dinner without letting Facebook spy on you. It's Tim Cook's insistence that there's no way to have a safe, easy to use, secure computing environment without giving Apple a veto over what software you can run and who can fix your device â and that this veto must come with a 30% rake from every dollar you spend on your phone.
The thing is, we know it's possible to separate these things, because they used to be separate. Facebook used to sell itself as the privacy-forward alternative to Myspace, where they would never spy on you (not coincidentally, this is also the best period in Facebook's history, from a user perspective):
https://papers.ssrn.com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=3247362
And we know it's possible to make a Pixel that doesn't do all this nonsense because Google makes other Pixel phones that don't do all this nonsense, like the Pixel 8 that's in my pocket as I type these words.
This doesn't stop Big Tech from gaslighting* us and insisting that demanding a Pixel that doesn't phone home four times an hour is like demanding water that isn't wet.
*pronounced "jass-lighting"
Even before I read this report, I was thinking about what I would do when I broke my current phone (I'm a klutz and I travel a lot, so my gadgets break pretty frequently). Google's latest OS updates have already crammed a bunch of AI bullshit into my Pixel 8 (and Google puts the "invoke AI bullshit" button in the spot where the "do something useful" button used to be, meaning I accidentally pull up the AI bullshit screen several times/day).
Assuming no catastrophic phone disasters, I've got a little while before my next phone, but I reckon when it's time to upgrade, I'll be switching to a phone from the @[email protected]. Calyx is an incredible, privacy-focused nonprofit whose founder, Nicholas Merrill, was the first person to successfully resist one of the Patriot Act's "sneek-and-peek" warrants, spending 11 years defending his users' privacy from secret â and, ultimately, unconstitutional â surveillance:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2013/03/depth-judge-illstons-remarkable-order-striking-down-nsl-statute
Merrill and Calyx have tapped into various obscure corners of US wireless spectrum licenses that require major carriers to give ultra-cheap access to nonprofits, allowing them to offer unlimited, surveillance-free, Net Neutrality respecting wireless data packages:
https://memex.craphound.com/2016/09/22/i-have-found-a-secret-tunnel-that-runs-underneath-the-phone-companies-and-emerges-in-paradise/
I've been a very happy Calyx user in years gone by, but ultimately, I slipped into the default of using stock Pixel handsets with Google's Fi service.
But even as I've grown increasingly uncomfortable with the direction of Google's Android and Pixel programs, I've grown increasingly impressed with Calyx's offerings. The company has graduated from selling mobile hotspots with unlimited data SIMs to selling jailbroken, de-Googled Pixel phones that have all the hardware reliability of a Pixel, coupled with an alternative app suite and your choice of a Calyx SIM and/or a Calyx hotspot:
https://calyxinstitute.org/
Every time I see what Calyx is up to, I think, dammit, it's really time to de-Google my phone. With the Pixel 9 descending to new depths of enshittification, that decision just got a lot easier. When my current phone croaks, I'll be talking to Calyx.
Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/08/water-thats-not-wet/#pixelated
Image: Cryteria (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HAL9000.svg
CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/deed.en
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The Christmas Boyfriend â yjh
summary: when you tell your mom the little white lie that you have a boyfriend, you donât expect it to evolve into bringing your friend with benefits home for christmas. what can go wrong?
tags: fluff, smut (minors dni), fwb, fake dating, college!au warnings: ok the smut is likes less than 2k words of this fic tbh, conversations about birth control, mention of unsafe sex, explicit sex, oral, fingering, praise, cum eating, creampies wc: 12.7k an: guys im not used to writing jeonghan so if his characterization is off im so sorry fdsak anyways writing this made me want to go ice skating :((
âSweetie! Iâm so excited for you to come home for Christmas!â Your mom calls over the phone.
âYeah Mom, me too,â you say with half sincerity.
âOh and make sure you bring that cute boyfriend with you too! I want to meet him, youâve told me almost nothing about him!â
You pause. Boyfriend? Boyfriend.
Oh shit.
âHey Mom?â It was the end of summer and you were about to go back to university.
âYes sweetie?â Your mom was bustling around the kitchen getting ready for dinner.
âDo you think that I could go on birth control?â These worlds made your mother stop.
âBirth control? Why do you need to go on birth control? I know your cycle is normal, so who are you having sex with? Oh please donât tell me youâre sleeping around,â your mom huffed exasperatedly.
âIâm not!â Technically you werenât sleeping around. You were sleeping with one person, repeatedly. âI have a boyfriend Mom, and we use protection, but it would be nice to have an extra layer of protection.â It wasâŠsomewhat the truth. You tried to use protection but every once in a while youâŠdidnât. Youâd taken a lot of Plan B lately.
âA boyfriend! Why didnât you tell me? Tell me all about him!â The problem isâŠyou didnât have a boyfriend. You had a Jeonghan who periodically fucked you during the school year. You hadnât seen him all summer but you knew that as soon as the school year started again you guys would start right back up.
âHis name is Jeonghan, heâs studying business. Weâve been dating since the beginning of the year.â
âOh tell me more! I want to know, please. I have to meet him immediately.â
And thatâs how you spent the rest of the day making up half-lies about Jeonghan and convincing your mother to let you on birth control.
You honestly forgot you told your mom that lie, and now itâs coming back to bite you in the butt. You hadnât brought him up to your mom since and now you either have to tell her you guys broke up or you have to convince Jeonghan to spend part of winter break with your family pretending to be your boyfriend. Knowing your mom, the latter will be easier.
âYou told your mom WHAT?â You decide to tell Jeonghan after you guys finish having sex.
âI told herâŠthat weâre dating.â
âWhy?â
âYou came inside me two minutes ago, you really wanna ask why? She would be so upset if she knew I was in a friends with benefits situation but if I tell her I have a boyfriend that I trust and care for, sheâll let me go on birth control.â
âWhy did you have to ask her to go on birth control?â Jeonghan asks as you start to get dressed.
âIâm a college student Jeonghan, birth control isnât free and if I ask my mom I can put it on her insurance. Câmon can you do this one thing for me? My mom is a great cook and it only has to be for a little bit, only one day really!â
âThis really means that much to you?â
âYes.â Youâre practically making puppy dog eyes at him now.
âWell, you know, I just so happen to need somewhere to stay during winter break. SoâŠI guess Iâll be staying with you and putting on the best show for your mom. Youâre lucky I think youâre cute.â
You just grin at him.
âSweetie! Youâre home! Honey come here, our daughter is home!â Your mom runs out of the house to greet you, scooping you up into a hug. âOh, oh, is this him?â She glances over your shoulder excitedly to where Jeonghan is standing behind you by the car.
âMom, this is JeonghanâŠmy boyfriend.â You have to force the last bit out.Â
âOh heâs so handsome! Itâs nice to finally meet you Jeonghan, Iâm so happy youâre joining us for the holidays.â
âThank you for allowing me to stay with you.â Jeonghan accepts your momâs hug.
âOf course! Youâve been dating my daughter for almost a year now, anything you need weâll be here.â
âIs that them?â A booming voice comes from the house. You look over to see your dad and brother standing on the porch.
âHoney, come meet Jeonghan! Look how handsome he is!â
You sigh, itâs already going to be a long four weeks.
âIâmâŠsorry about them,â you tell Jeonghan when youâre finally alone in your room, where your mother insisted Jeonghan stay with you. For someone who disapproves of casual sex, she sure does support âhealthy love making between couplesâ. You donât even want to think about her and your dad.
âI canât say you didnât warn me,â Jeonghan chuckles. âThey all seem really nice though.â
âTheyâreâŠsomething,â you mutter. âI hope you donât mind sharing a bed. Once again Iâm really sorry about my mom.â
âItâs fine, Iâm serious, stop stressing out. Itâs not like we havenât shared a bed before,â he jokes.Â
You roll your eyes. âThat reminds me. We have to lay down some ground rules.â
âGround rules?â Jeonghan cocks an eyebrow curiously, and a bit skeptical.Â
âYes. I know it sounds silly and cliche, but really, we need to talk about it.â
âI donât know what the big deal is. We just have to pretend to be a couple, thatâs not hard. Hugging, kissing, all that gooey stuff.â
âWhat if my parents ask about our relationship? Are you sure youâre okay being coupley with me all the time? I-â
âBabe,â Jeonghan starts, âstop worrying. You make it seem like you have zero faith in me. Trust me, I can be the best fake-boyfriend youâll ever need.â You scrunch your nose up at him calling you âbabeâ in a non-sexual setting, but you guess youâll have to get used to it.
âStillâŠif you even want to back out, just tell me and we can make up some excuse for you having to leave or-â
Jeonghan cuts you off once more, âStop worrying. Itâs the holiday season, letâs have fun! If your parents ask about our relationship just leave it to me.â
You stare at Jeonghan unsure, all too familiar with his antics. You can tell Jeonghan is about to counter your look when all of a sudden your door is flung open.
âMom said dinner is ready!â Your brother announces.
You admit defeat on having this conversation with Jeonghan, leading him downstairs to where everyone is taking their place around the dinner table. The table feels just slightly cramped with the addition of the chair added for Jeonghan squeezed in next to yours. The top of dinner is quiet besides a few âcould you pass the saltâ or âthis tastes great Momâ thrown in. It isnât until your dad is going in for seconds when your mom speaks up.
âSo, Jeonghan, tell me about yourself. Pumpkin has barely told us anything about you.âÂ
You internally groan at the childhood nickname your family still insists on using for you, and you hope it goes unnoticed by Jeonghan. Unfortunately, not much slips past him.
âPumpkin?â
âA terrible nickname from when I was little,â you explain, slightly glaring at your mother.
âI think itâs cute.â You so desperately want to smack the smug look off Jeonghanâs face.
âIt is cute,â your mom interjects. âItâs based on these adorable photos we took during her first fall. We did a photoshoot and put her in a pumpkin, it was just darling. Remind me later and Iâll pull out the photobooks.â Your mom winks at Jeonghan and youâre starting to realize just how big of a mistake this was. âNow, back to what I was saying. Tell me about yourself, Jeonghan.â
âWell thereâs not much to say. Iâm a business major, I enjoy sports and spending time with my friends.â
âHeâs an amazing singer,â you jut in. Youâre not sure why. Maybe itâs because Jeonghan is selling himself short. âHeâs a part of the Universityâs choir. And he models for the fashion students.â You can see Jeonghan blush under your praise.
âAw, thatâs nice. And how did you two meet?â
âWe met through a mutual friend, and then ended up having a class together the following semester. First time we met I thought she was the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen. Iâm just lucky she gave me the time of day.â Jeonghan makes a show of grabbing your hand in his, clasping them together on the table. Even though you know itâs for show, the display makes your stomach flip a bit.
You do take note that his story is true for the most part. At least the part about you two meeting and then sharing a class. Youâre pretty sure the part about you being âthe most beautiful girl heâs ever seenâ is just fluff to appease your mom. It does the trick though, as your mom coos at Jeonghanâs words.
She continues to ask Jeonghan questions about himself and your relationship, and Jeonghan keeps delivering. He tells her stories about him attempting to flirt with you and you being too oblivious to realize. You roll your eyes the whole time, knowing what heâs actually talking about. The three weeks he spent continuously trying to hit on you before you finally agreed to go on a date with him.Â
Speaking of the date, Jeonghan also tells that story. In real life what happened with Jeonghan invited you over to watch a movie, you both got a little tipsy, and ended up fucking right on his couch. Neither of you asked for a second date, but did start to booty call each other, so thatâs something. The way Jeonghan tells it to your mom is a lot moreâŠwholesome.
âWe went out to see a movie, her choice of course.â Lie, Jeonghan forced you to watch The Notebook. âThen afterwards I didnât want the date to end so we got dessert and went back to my apartment. We spent the whole night talking before she eventually fell asleep on my couch. It was adorable.â
âOh stop,â you mutter, trying your best to sound playful.
âItâs true. The way your nose twitches when youâre dreaming and the little huffs you let out. How can I find that as anything but the cutest thing ever?â Jeonghan then leans in and presses a quick kiss to your warm cheeks.
Youâre aware you do those things in your sleep, itâs something youâve done ever since you were little, but you werenât aware that Jeonghan knew about them. Everytime you sleep over at Jeonghanâs, or he spends the night at yours, he always complains in the morning about how you elbowed him in your sleep all night.Â
âOh you two are just so cute!â Your mom exclaims. She then turns to you, âHow dare you keep him away from us for so long.â
Your brother is obviously doesn't care for the topic of conversation and excuses himself from the table. Your mom realizes that dinner is now officially over and she and your father start to clean up the table.
âDonât go far, Jeonghan. I need to show you those baby pictures!â
âNoooo.â You tug on Jeonghanâs sleeve, like it might somehow convince him to go back upstairs with you, but of course not. Of course Jeonghan wants to see all of your baby photos.
You know this shouldnât really bother you this much. Everyone has baby photos. The issue is you were an extremely unphotogenic baby. Your brother has maybe some of the cutest baby photos youâve ever seen. Not you. You look like a gremlin, to the point your baby photos became a meme between you and your friends in high school.
Your mom makes a pot of coffee for all of you before sheâs shuffling into the living room and pulling out the large fifty page photo album of you from newborn to age four. Jeonghan follows suit and you reluctantly take your place next to him on the couch.Â
The first few pages arenât bad. Theyâre all photos of you still in the hospital when you were first being held by your mom and dad, swaddled in a cute little pink blanket that you know your mom has stored somewhere up in the attic.Â
The first bad photo doesnât show up until a few pages in, after you were brought home. Itâs a photo of you crying, your face all scrunched up in an ugly expression. You think itâs hideous but itâs one of your dadâs favorite baby photos of you. Jeonghan chuckles slightly and you shove him lightly.
Shortly after that the infamous pumpkin photo shows up. Itâs you sitting in a pumpkin, a stupid, blank look on your face as you chew on the pumpkin. Thereâs a little orange beanie on your head thatâs just a little too big for your head.
âAww, look at that little pumpkin,â Jeonghan giggles.
âShut up,â you grumble, glaring down at the picture.
Unfortunately for you, it only gets worse from there. Thereâs the photos from when you were two years old and constantly had messy hair and a stupid expression on your face. And then the photos of you at three when all you would do was pout at the camera. Then the photos from when you were four and somehow every photo was taken at just the wrong second.
Your mother and Jeonghan have a great time, cooing at each photo, your mother giving an anecdote every once in a while. It isnât until near the end that Jeonghan finally looks over at you, on his other side. He smiles at the slight pout on your face.
âCâmon babe, stop pouting.â Jeonghan scoots closer to you, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. Even if itâs just for show, you canât help but admit it is slightly comforting. Jeonghan then leans in and whispers to you. âYou have nothing to be embarrassed about. You really are the cutest little baby. I mean thatâs not a surprise, youâre still cute, arenât you baby?â
Your face heats up at his words. Youâre not sure why heâs laying it on so thick when youâre sure your mom canât even hear him. You suddenly stand, trying to subtly get distance between you and your fake boyfriend.
âWell, itâs getting late and Iâm tired after all of that traveling today. Weâll see you in the morning Mom.â
Jeonghan finally allows you to pull him back upstairs and into your room. You let out a deep sigh as soon as the door is closed and you move to start getting ready for bed.
âAre you okay?â Jeonghan asks you as he changes into his pajamas as well. âI didnât make you uncomfortable or cross any boundaries did I?â
âNo, no, youâre fine,â you assure him. âYouâre just doing what any boyfriend would, so keep it up, actually.â
âOkayâŠâ Jeonghan says, the skepticism in his voice. You donât say anything else though and Jeonghan drops it, thankfully.
You both crawl into bed and you try not to think about how you can feel his body so close to yours. As you close your eyes you canât help but think youâre not sure how youâre going to make it through the rest of the break.
âWeâre going Christmas tree shopping today!â Your mom announces cheerfully when you and Jeonghan make your way downstairs for breakfast.Â
âYou guys havenât gotten a tree yet?â You ask.
âWe were waiting for you,â your mom explains. âSo we could go as a family and then decorate it together.â
After breakfast your whole family piles into your dadâs car and you take off to the Christmas tree lot. Thereâs Christmas music playing on the radio as you drive and you can hear Jeonghan softly sing along.
Youâve always liked Jeonghanâs voice. You find his high, light voice angelic and you could listen to him sing all the time. You tune out the chatter of your parents in favor of listening to Jeonghan the whole ride there. A part of you is glad that only you can hear him, taking this as a moment for yourself.Â
As soon as the car parks and you all climb out of the car, Jeonghan reaches over and grabs your hand in his. You look over at him to see him smiling at you and you smile back. Thereâs a bite in the air as you two walk through the trees and you appreciate the warmth of Jeonghanâs hand in yours.
âOh, what a darling couple,â you hear an old couple whisper as they walk past you two.Â
âHear that? We look darling together, darlingâ Jeonghan jokes after theyâre out of earshot. You roll your eyes but thereâs a smile on your face as you playfully knock your elbow into Jeonghanâs side.
You and Jeonghan continue to walk around, looking at trees, until your father finds you two to tell you that your bother found the perfect tree. Your brother is bouncing around when you three make your way to the tree and he looks at you and Jeonghan proudly.
âGood choice, little man,â you tell him.
âYeah, looks like a great tree,â Jeonghan agrees, which makes your brother smile even more.
Your family is standing in line to pay for the tree when your mom gasps. You look over at her to see her giddy face as she points up. You glance up to see the sprig of mistletoe places directly over you and Jeonghanâs heads.
âWell look at that,â Jeonghan says amused. âIt looks like we have to kiss. By the laws of Christmas of course.â
âBy the laws of Christmas?â
âOf course. I donât want to end up on Santaâs naughty list,â Jeonghan teases you. You shake your head, smiling.
âIf you say so.â You lean in and press a kiss to Jeonghanâs lips.
Youâve never actually kissed him outside of having sex, but it comes surprisingly natural to you. Jeonghan wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer for just a moment, before pulling away. The tip of his nose and ears are pink and thereâs a slight twinkle in his eye and he grins at you.
âYou have cooties now,â your little brother announces from beside you and you and Jeonghan both burst out laughing.Â
On the ride back home, your whole family sings along to the radio, and your mother compliments Jeonghanâs voice, which makes him flustered.
After you get back home, your dad and Jeonghan struggle to get the tree to fit through the door as you and your mom snicker at them. After they finally get it into the living room, you, Jeonghan, and your brother get to work decorating it. When your brother asks why your parents arenât helping, your dad says he did all the work by paying for it.
The three of you (mostly you and Jeonghan) spend way too much time untangling lights before you string them up, finally allowing you to get to the good part. Your familyâs ornaments are stored in a large plastic tub and you get to work digging through them. Youâre not sure how many your family owns, but youâre sure itâs enough to cover three trees in whole. The tub isnât organized in any way and you do your best to pick and choose which ones you think will make the best decorations.
Jeonghan kneels down beside you and starts to look through the tub as well.
âThese ornaments are cute,â Jeonghan comments as he picks up a small stuffed animal snowman with a loop attached to it. He reaches over to place it on the tree.
âYeah, itâs a part of my grandparentsâ gift to us every year. An ornament for both of us.â You pick up a decoration with a family picture on it and you hang it up.
âYou were so small in that one,â Jeonghan says, referencing the picture you just added to the tree.
You glance over the photo. Youâre maybe five or six, way before your brother was born. Youâre squished between your parents on a bench with Christmas lights behind you. Youâre bundled up in a puffy winter jacket and a hat is squashed into your head. Itâs a sweet photo.
âYou know, this is all quite unfair,â you tell him. âYouâre going to have to show me your childhood photos at some point now.â
âNow I donât know if that was part of the deal.â
âWell we might just have to make it so. Iâd love to see tiny little Hannie.â
âMaybe I could strike up a dealâŠâ
Youâre about to make a comment on Jeonghanâs sneaky ways, when you feel a tap on your leg. You look down to see your brother standing next to you with a sled shaped ornament in his hand.
âI need help putting this on the tree.â
âI got you buddy.â Jeonghan moves over to pick your brother up, lifting him up so your brother can place the ornament on the tree.
The moment is oddly sweet and when Jeonghan lets him down, he gives your brother a high five after. Jeonghan walks back over to the tub before picking up an ornament. After closer inspection you realize that itâs the ornament shaped like a little bunny with a fluffy cotton tail and a pink scarf. You quickly lunge forward and snatch it out of his hands.
âAish!â
âSorry!â You exclaim, holding onto the ornament. âBut you canât place this on the tree.â
âWhy not?â
âBecauseâŠ,â you hesitate, suddenly embarrassed.Â
âThatâs her favorite, she has to place it on the tree every year. In its special spot,â you mom answers as she walks into the room, carrying a tray of cookies.Â
Jeonghan just chuckles before leaning in to wrap his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek. You flush, trying not to think too much of it. Itâs just because your mom is standing in the room. âThatâs so cute. In its âspecial spotâ?â
âYes,â you mumble. You move out of Jeonghanâs grip to lift the ornament and place it at the top of the tree, right under where the star sits. The idea is more embarrassing now that Jeonghan is staring at you, the smug little grin on his face, but you canât ignore tradition just because you know heâs going to make fun of you later.
âAre there any more special ornaments I should know about, darling?â Jeonghan asks and you smack him lightly, both for the comment and the teasing nickname heâs picked up.
âNo. Decorate at your free will.â
Your brother is now more interested in the cookies your mom brought in, leaving you and Jeonghan to finish the tree off. Itâs weighted down by all of the ornaments youâve hung on it by the end. You reach down into the box to grab the tree topper.
âAll thatâs left is the star,â you announce.
âJeonghan should put it on,â your mom suggests and you hold it out to him.
âOh no, I couldnât.â
âWe insist,â your mom tells him.Â
âCâmon Han, just do it, make her happy.â You nudge him a bit and Jeonghan finally takes it before reaching up on his tiptoes to place the star on top. You and your mom cheer and you can see the small smile on Jeonghanâs face.
With the finishing touch on the tree, youâre able to step back and look at your masterpiece.
âI think we did a pretty good job,â you say.
âI think we did the best job, and I should know. Iâm a tree decorating veteran.â Jeonghan wraps an arm around your waist. You glance up at him, only to be surprised by him pecking you on the lips. You donât even have time to react, the kiss smooth like you two do it all the time.
Jeonghan doesnât bat an eye, turning back to stare at the tree. You feel your stomach flutter.
So hereâs the thing. Itâs not like you wouldnât date Jeonghan, heâs a great guy, a close friend, but you two just never evolved into that part of your relationship. The issue when youâre hooking up with someone is that itâs intimate. Youâve spent the night at each otherâs apartments, you share the same friends, you have strangely deep pillow talk with one another. Itâs all under the same impression that youâre just friends with benefits, but now youâre here, in your childhood home, pretending to be a couple. The circumstances are completely different and now you donât know how to feel.
All you know is that Jeonghan keeps kissing you with no sexual undertones under it, and maybe you like it a little too much.
When you wake up the next morning, Jeonghan is already awake on his phone. He looks over at you and snickers before turning his phone towards you. On his screen is a photo of you asleep, your mouth wide open and a bit of drool running down your cheek.
âDelete that!â You shout, suddenly wide awake. Jeonghan giggles as he stands up and runs out of the room. You chase after him, yelling at him, until you two make it to the kitchen.
âWell! You two are lively this morning,â your mom comments. Sheâs standing at the stove cooking breakfast with a fond grin on her face.
âGood morning!â Jeonghan says, a smug smile on his face as he slips his phone into his pocket. âThat smells great. Do you need any help?â Jeonghan gestures to the plates sitting on the counter, waiting to be put out.
âOh honey, no, no, you go sit. Youâre a guest.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Jeonghan asks and your mom nods.
âOf course. Pumpkin, you can help me.â
Jeonghan moves to the dining table while your mom moves closer to you, a giddy look on her face, as she hands you the plates.Â
âPumpkin, youâve really found yourself a keeper,â she whispers to you. âJeonghan is such a sweet young man.â
âUh, yeah mom, thanks,â you mutter.
Itâs not like you donât know Jeonghanâs a great guy, but the truth is you two arenât dating. Itâs not like you can tell your mom that, but you donât know how long youâll be able to keep up the lie after you two leave after break. It was easy when he was just a random name you threw out, but now your mom has actually met him, and heâs doing a little too well at charming her.
And maybe you too. Itâs only been two days of pretending to fake date Jeonghan and somehow youâre already questioning your whole relationship with him. You donât know if your heart will take fake dating him for any longer than you have to.
You and your mom head towards the table where Jeonghan sits next to your brother, looking invested in whatever your brother is talking about. You take your seat on the other side of Jeonghan as your mother sits across from you.
âSo, any plans you two have for today?â
âUhm, not at the moment,â you reply.
âYou two should go ice skating! A new place opened downtown. Iâm sure all the cute young couples are going there.â
You perk up at the idea. Ice skating has always been a fun winter tradition for you and now you have a reason to go. Right as the sun is starting to set, you and Jeonghan take off downtown. The city is dressed up in lights and it excites the child inside of you.
âIsnât it pretty?â You ask Jeonghan as you walk down the street.
âIsn't what pretty?â
âThe lights. Look at them. It really gets me in the Christmas mood,â you say.Â
âOh, yeah. They do look nice. Oh, thereâs the skating rink.â
The rink is large and already filled with several people from other couples to families to people just skating solo. There are lights surrounding the rink and you can hear Christmas music playing out of speakers nearby.
You and Jeonghan go and rent your skates before putting them on and heading towards the ice. You slide onto the rink first and then wait for Jeonghan to follow. You watch as he steps out on the ice and moves to push himself forward, only to fall directly on his ass.
You stifle a laugh before reaching down to help him up. As soon as heâs back up Jeonghan moves over to hold onto the wall.
âIs this a bad time to tell you that Iâm not very good at ice skating.â
You actually allow yourself to laugh out loud this time. âWhy did you agree to come?â
âI donât know, your mom seemed so excited about it and so did you.â
You smile before skating up to Jeonghanâs side. âThatâs sweet of you Han, but we donât have to continue if you donât want to. We can just walk around downtown and look at the lights.â
âNo, I want to do this,â Jeonghan states, determined.
âOkay, okay. At least let me help you out.â You move your hand to grasp Jeonghanâs and you start to move. Jeonghan gently lets go of the wall to follow you, his grip on your hand tight.
You skate effortlessly, trying not to giggle as Jeonghan does his best not to fall and pull you down with him. Youâre skating much slower than youâre used to as Jeonghan clings to your arm.
âHow are you so good at this,â Jeonghan whines as you two stop to take a break.
âIce skating is a family tradition for me. Donât worry, you look cute.â You reach up to straighten the fluffy hat on his head.
The moment feels oddly intimate, which is an interesting feeling considering you two have seen each other naked. It almost feels like you two are an actual couple, out on a cute Christmas-y date.
If youâre being honest, Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. You love the whole season and the feeling of family and joy and love. When you were little you always dreamed of having a great Christmas romance, and now you have it, itâs justâŠfake.
You look at Jeonghan to see the soft pink dusting his face and ears and you wonder if itâs because of the cold or if heâs thinking the same thing you are.
âAww, you two are so cute.â The moment is broken and you look to the side to see an older couple skating up to you two. âWould you like us to take your photo?â
âOh, um, sure!â You reply, pulling your phone out to hand to them. Your mom did tell you to take lots of photos.
You skate back over to Jeonghan and position yourself next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You two lean into each other, smiling at the camera. After that photo is taken you lean in to press a kiss to Jeonghanâs cheek.
The couple then returns your phone and bids you a goodbye. You flip through the photos and Jeonghan peeks over your shoulder at them.
âYou should send those to me.â
You look at him curiously. In all the time youâve known Jeonghan, youâve never known him to care much about having photos of you two together, even as just friends, but you shoot them over to his number anyway. You then grab his hand again and continue to skate.
Even with Jeonghanâs poor skating skills, you two still have fun. The Christmas music sets the mood as you two skate around the rink and you can hear Jeonghan humming along as you skate. The moment is nice.
You two skate for about an hour before Jeonghanâs feet start to hurt and you two decide to put the skates up and pop into a nearby cafe to grab some hot chocolate before exploring downtown more. There is a tree put in the center of the plaza and you and Jeonghan take a few more photos to show your mom.
In the midst of hooking up with Jeonghan, sometimes itâs hard to remember you two are friends as well. Youâre a bit glad for this whole fake dating thing, because it gives you a chance to hang out with Jeonghan in a non-sexual manner. It reminds you of how much you like Jeonghan as just a person and how you enjoy spending time with him. Itâs really nice.
Itâs late into the night when you two finally head back to your house. The lights are already all off and you and Jeonghan creep up to your room quietly, as to not wake up anyone else. You two quietly change into your pajamas before crawling into your bed.
Thereâs a slight chill in the room and you slide over to Jeonghan to try and get warmer. He accepts you into his arms and you two lay there in silence for a moment before he begins to speak.
âYou know, I wasnât sure about this at first, but Iâve been having a lot of fun. Your familyâs great.â
âYeahâŠthey are. Thanks for doing this for me by the way.â
âI mean, it benefits me too, right,â Jeonghan chuckles.
Right. The reason youâre doing this in the first place: the birth control.
Itâs weird to think about now that youâre here. Jeonghan has seemed to blend into your family so well, you nearly forgot the reason this started to begin with.
âHey, are you okay?â Jeonghan asks.
âWhat? Oh yeah. Iâm justâŠtired. I think I should try to sleep.â
âYeah, okayâŠgoodnight.â
When you wake up, Jeonghan is still asleep next to you, and you glance at the clock to see itâs strangely early. Itâs then that you hear the tapping on your door and you stand up to crack it open. Your mom is standing on the other side of the door with a paper in her hand.
âSweetie, sorry to wake you up, but I need you to do me a favor today.â
âWhat is it Mom? Is everything okay?â
âOh yes, nothing wrong, but I need you to go out and buy these things for me.â She passes you the list and you scan over it before shooting your mom a look.
âYou havenât gotten the presents yet?â You hiss. âChristmas is in like four days!â
âI know! Me and your father havenât had time to go with your brother around. Please? Hereâs my card.â She passes you her credit card. âYou can pick up some gifts for yourself as well. Bring Jeonghan along, get lunch, make a day out of it. Please, Pumpkin?â
âYeah, sure, Mom. Iâll get it all.â
âThank you!â Your mom hugs you quickly before leaving. You sigh, staring down at the list. Thereâs quite a few things on it. The closer you look at it you realize thereâs also gifts for your extended family and your father on it. You huff, you have your work cut out for you. At least your mom has marked what store you can find each item.
You walk over to the bed and shake Jeonghan until he wakes up.
âWhaâ?â
âCome up, get up. We have a long day of shopping ahead of us and I want to beat the crowds.â
Jeonghan grumbles a bit more but rolls out of bed. You two get dressed before climbing into your car and heading towards the store. You stop at a coffee shop to get both of you take out cups and head to the first store.
Your brotherâs Christmas list is mainly toys, which you guess you can expect from a five year old. The toy store is already bustling with people and you grab a cart and Jeonghanâs hand so you donât lose each other. You make your way through the aisles, doing your best to find everything on the list.
âWhat about this one?â Jeonghan asks, holding up a green race car. You frown.
âNo. He doesnât like that shade of green, and he already owns three green cars. He wants a purple oneâŠaha! Here it is.â You grab the one on the back of the rack before throwing it into the cart. âOkay. I think thereâs toy dinosaurs a few aisles down, and then we should have everything here.â
You two continue through the store before you find the aisle full of different dinosaur themed toys. You pick up a book for you to gift your little brother yourself and then look over the toys.
âHe already owns a t-rex, a stegosaurus, and a triceratops,â you mutter more to yourself than Jeonghan. You glance through the toys before landing on a dinosaur with a long neck. âBrachiosaurus, perfect.â
You place this in the cart as well and then turn to Jeonghan, who is smiling at you. âYouâre a good big sister, you know that?â
âIâm just doing what my mom asked me,â you tell him as you push the cart towards the check out.
âNo I mean, you pay attention to him. You know what toys he already owns and what colors he likes. Itâs sweet.â
You brush Jeonghan off again, but the words cause a warm feeling to bloom in your stomach. You two stand in the check out line for what feels like forever before youâre able to leave. As you two are walking to the car you look over at Jeonghan and realize he deserves something for Christmas as well. Heâs spending the whole break with you and your family, itâs the least you can do.
âOh shit, I forgot something. Here, take the car keys, Iâll be back in a flash, I promise.â You hand him the keys before running back into the store before Jeonghan can protest.
You weave through the people before making it to the Lego aisle. Youâve seen all of the models inside his apartment, and you figure this will be a good gift for him. You search through the different kits to find the best one, before settling on the electric guitar set. Youâve seen him play the bass a couple of times, and you hope Jeonghan will still appreciate the thought.
The line is a bit shorter this time and you make sure the box is well hidden in the bag before making your way back to the car. You store the bag in the back before slipping into the driverâs seat.
âYou got everything you need?â Jeonghan asks and you smile and nod.
âYep! On to the next place.âÂ
The next store is less exciting than being in a toy store and it seems to be even busier. You and Jeonghan hold hands once more as you walk through the store. His humming to the Christmas music on the speakers calms you a bit, and you allow yourself to enjoy the Christmas spirit more.
You and Jeonghan make it through the store, and another one before you decide itâs time for a lunch break. You two find a cute Italian place to sit down and rest your feet. Youâre waiting for your food to arrive when your phone dings and you see an Instagram notification. You open your phone to see Jeonghan has tagged you in a post.
The first photo is the two of you at the skating rink, your arms wrapped around each other. There are a few more photos. A photo of you holding your hot chocolate while looking at the lights. The selfie you two took in front of the tree in the plaza. The final photo is a photo of you putting an ornament on your own tree at home. The post is captioned Christmas đđâ.
âOur friends are going to think weâre crazy,â you tell Jeonghan. In theory, your friends know you and Jeonghan are sleeping together, but youâve never explicitly said it, and they most definitely donât know that Jeonghan is spending Christmas at your house.
âSo? Let them. Those are cute photos.â You canât argue with that and you drop a like and repost it to your story.
When you finish up lunch thereâs one more store you two have to hit. There are only a few odd and end items left and you canât wait to get home. You and Jeonghan are looking at sweaters when you feel someone bump into you and you lurch forward a bit.
âWatch it,â the man growls.
âHey!â Jeonghan shouts, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.
âWhat?â The man turns back around.
âYou bumped into my girlfriend.â Despite this not being the moment to get flustered, hearing Jeonghan call you his girlfriend even without your family around sends butterflies into your tummy.
The man and Jeonghan have a stare down for a moment before the man huffs out a pathetic âsorryâ before walking off.Â
âThanks Han,â you say before you place a soft kiss on his cheek.
âWell, some people just belong on the naughty-list,â he says, which makes you chuckle.
By late afternoon you two finally finish shopping and you get a text from your mom that tells you sheâs taken your little brother to the grocery store so you and Jeonghan have time to get the gifts in the house without him seeing. You and Jeonghan quickly bring everything to your room before closing the door. You make sure to slip the present for Jeonghan under your bed before he notices and you then turn to him.
âWant to help me wrap these presents?â
âOf course.â
You and Jeonghan sit on the floor of your room, where Jeonghan soon finds out youâre awful at wrapping gifts.
âItâs so easy. Itâs just folds and tape,â Jeonghan says as he places a piece of tape on the most perfectly wrapped present youâve ever seen.
âOh shush. I usually use gift bags okay? And now I have you, so you can wrap all of the presents from Santa, and I can do the rest,â you declare as you scribble a To: Mom onto the present you finished wrapping.
âFine, but only because youâre the worst gift wrapping elf Iâve ever seen.â
Though you know itâs meant as an insult, you canât help but smile at the cuteness of his sentence. Youâre also just happy you donât have to wrap more gifts than necessary.
Itâs late when you wake up the next morning, due to the fact you went to bed late last night. You and Jeonghan stayed up to finish wrapping presents and then you two got onto talking about family Christmas tradition and before you knew it, it was two am.Â
The bed is chilly and when you sit up to look, the other side of the bed is empty. You wrap a blanket around you and head downstairs to see Jeonghan and your mom sitting at the table talking. When you look out the window itâs a world of white and you start to feel giddy.
âIt snowed!â You exclaim. âHannie, we have to go play in it!â
You know itâs childish, but you canât help it. You quickly get dressed and put on your winter coat and gloves before heading outside. A few minutes later, Jeonghan exits the house as well, your brother in tow. You search through your garage before you find your sleds and the three of you take a short walk to the park down the street. Thereâs a big hill next to it and you all take turns riding down it.
âCâmon, ride down together with me.â Jeonghan pats the space in between his legs on the sled and you climb on.
Jeonghan pushes off and then wraps his arms around your waist as you two go speeding down the hill. You can feel the snow fly back into your face and your sled goes tilting before you and Jeonghan are completely thrown off. You two land in a heap together and you both start giggling. You roll over in the snow and start to make a snow angel and Jeonghan does the same.
When you stand up and assess your work, you pull out your phone to snap a photo of the two angels next to each other. Youâre just putting your phone away when you feel something cold and hard pelt you in the leg. You look over to see Jeonghan with a mischievous grin on his face, already aiming his next snow ball.
You quickly bend down to grab snow and form your own ammo, while also trying to dodge the onslaught of Jeonghanâs. You two go back and forth, throwing snow at each other, before Jeonghan finally ambushes you and grabs you by the waist and tackles you down into the snow.
You two are breathing heavily as Jeonghan hovers over you. Thereâs a twinkle in his eye and snow in his hair and you think that this might be the prettiest youâve ever seen Jeonghan. Youâre not sure what comes over you, but you reach up and grab him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him down to connect your lips to his.
Jeonghan melts into you, kissing you back. You two lay there in the snow, kissing, until you hear commotion next to you.
âEwww.â You both pull apart to see your little brother standing over you two. You and Jeonghan both blush and Jeonghan climbs off of you before helping you up. âIâm getting cold, can we go back home now?â
Neither you nor Jeonghan make eye contact as you grab the sleds. Jeonghan gives your brother a piggyback on the way home when you get inside your brother pulls Jeonghan off to go play video games together. Youâre grateful for the break, still a bit flustered from your intense kiss earlier.
Youâre luckily able to ignore the boy for the most part for the rest of the day, until itâs time to go to bed. You and Jeonghan shuffle around each other awkwardly until you decide to finally bite the bullet.
âHey, about the kiss earlier, Iâm sorry. I-â
âNo, itâs okay!â Jeonghan cuts you off. âDonât worry I uhâŠI liked it.â
âO-oh, okay,â you mumble.
Neither of you say anything else as you two climb into bed. Youâre not sure if you should move closer to Jeonghan until he reaches over to tug you towards him. You slot yourself into his arms, and you hope he canât feel your heart beating a million beats per second.
Youâre glad you didnât make anything weird with Jeonghan, but now youâre afraid you may have made things a lot more complicated for yourself.
âYou two are on cookie duty,â your mom tells you and Jeonghan as she bustles around the kitchen. Sheâs been stressed since you two woke up. You suppose thatâs fair when itâs Christmas Eve, and it gives you a good reason to not think about you and Jeonghan.
âCan I help? I want to make cookies for Santa!â Your little brother exclaims.
âIf you want to, buddy,â you tell him.
âYay!â
âThereâs a recipe book in the cupboard, and I should have picked up all of the ingredients the other day,â your mother continues.
âWeâve got it Mom, no stressing, okay?â
âOkay. Thank you Pumpkin.â Your mom kisses your cheek before running off to finish errands.
You clap your hands together. âLetâs get to baking.â
Thereâs several cookies your mom has requested you to make and you get to work on the dough for the chocolate chip cookies, while Jeonghan works on the sugar cookies. The chocolate chip cookies are fairly easy and youâre able to pop them into the oven while Jeonghan and your brother are cutting out shapes into the sugar cookies.
âThis one is shaped as a snowflake,â your brother explains to Jeonghan as he stamps the dough.
âAh, I see,â Jeonghan says and you grin. You work around them as you grab the flour to start making gingerbread.
Right as youâre walking past Jeonghan, he spins around, running into you and getting a cloud of flour all over both of you. You can hear your little brother giggling as Jeonghan huffs a laugh.
âYou know, darling, this is pretty cliche,â Jeonghan says, still grinning.
âIt would only be cliche if I smear frosting on the tip of your nose,â you tell him, continuing to walk past. âBut, donât count that out yet.âÂ
By the afternoon the house is warm and filled with the sweet scent of baked goods. The cookies are cooled and all three of you have already sneaked one or two for yourselves as you sit down to decorate. Your brother has been given the task of frosting the sugar cookies for Santa, while you and Jeonghan get to work building a gingerbread house.
âLook, not to brag, but Iâve come in second place every year for my familyâs gingerbread house contest.â
âSecond place? Why not first?â You snicker.
âBecause my cousin is an architect, okay. Itâs called an unfair advantage.â
You giggle once more. âIf you say so, Hannie. Here, you can make the shingles with these.â
The two of you work in harmony, decorating the little house with all of the candy. When the house is finished you two move onto making the little gingerbread man.
âLook at little Hannie,â Jeonghan says, holding up the gingerbread man he just made. Itâs decorated to look like Jeonghan, even done with his signature smirk.
âVery cute,â you tell him. âBut your hair isnât that long anymore.â You reach over and swipe some of the icing used to make his hair off of the cookie before reaching up to smear it on Jeonghanâs nose.
âOh I see,â Jeonghan hums, doing his best to keep the grin off his face.
âI told you, donât count it out yet.â
Before you can even stop him, Jeonghan is dipping into the bowl of frosting and swiping a streak over your cheek. You squeal as Jeonghan grins proudly.Â
âThere, now weâre even.â You fake pout at Jeonghan slightly and he playfully rolls his eyes before leaning in and kissing your cheek, right over the icing. When he pulls away, heâs licking his lips. âIâm sorry, but revenge just tastes so sweet, darling.â
Itâs your turn to playfully roll your eyes now, not at all upset with Jeonghanâs antics.
You finish up your gingerbread self as well and place it next to Jeonghanâs in front of the house. Jeonghan pushes his towards yours even more, so their hands touch. âLook, theyâre now holding hands.âÂ
âYouâre so stupid,â you tell him, but youâre smiling.
âYou like that Iâm stupid,â Jeonghan teases.
âMaybeâŠbut only a little bit,â you say, but itâs enough to make Jeonghan grin from ear to ear.
It's a Christmas tradition in your house to spend Christmas Eve watching everyoneâs favorite Christmas movies, and this year your brother is actually able to make a suggestion.Â
âJeonghan, sweetie, you get to suggest a movie as well,â your mother tells him as she readies the hot chocolate.
âReally? I wouldnât want to impose?â
âYou should know by now youâre not imposing, and if anything, itâs Christmas Eve, you deserve to have some cheer as well. It will be nice to have something new in the lineup of movies.â
Your mom starts to pour the hot chocolate into mugs before sliding the reindeer shaped mug towards your brother. Itâs his favorite cup to use, even when itâs not the Christmas season, though it was originally gifted to you.
âNo Mom, let Jeonghan have it.â Your brother declares as he pushes the mug towards Jeonghan.
âFor me? Thank you!â
You lean in towards Jeonghan. âHe must really like you. He doesnât even let me use that mug, and it belongs to me.â
After the hot chocolate and cookies have been passed out to everyone (and your brother has set some out for Santa), you all move into the living room. Your parents sit in their chairs and your little brother places himself on the floor right in front of the TV. You and Jeonghan move over to the couch where you naturally slot yourself into his arms, you two cuddling up together as you throw a blanket over your laps.
The first movie of the night is your brotherâs choice, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Itâs a classic and you canât be mad at the choice. The whole time Jeonghan keeps making jokes only loud enough for you to hear and you keep giggling, causing your brother to glare at you, causing you to elbow Jeonghan in his side.
âYou better not distract me when weâre watching my movie,â you warn Jeonghan.
Jeonghan throws his hands up in fake surrender. âOh darling I wouldnât dare.â
Your favorite Christmas movie is A Charlie Brown Christmas and you make your family watch it every year. For you, it never gets old, and you watch it with what can only be described as stars in your eyes. You know Jeonghan finds it amusing, but you canât help your love for all things Peanuts and something about that silly little Christmas tree brings you joy.
Instead of your parents choosing a movie, Jeonghan gets to choose this year, and youâre thankful you donât have to watch your dadâs choice, A Christmas Story. Instead Jeonghan chooses the Jim Carey version of The Grinch, which makes you grin wide.
âThatâs my second favorite Christmas movie. Did you know that?â
âNope, I guess we just have great taste, darling.â
âOf course we do. I mean, weâre dating each other,â you flirt and you watch Jeonghan duck his head in embarrassment.
Jeonghan shifts his position so youâre sitting in between his legs, leaning back against him. His arms wrap around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. Itâs cozy and your heart feels full at the moment.
You know none of it is real, that itâs all fake for something as trivial as birth control, but right now, you so desperately want it to be real. Enough that youâll let yourself believe it is, even if itâs just for a moment.
Itâs late when the movie is finished and your brother is doing his best to keep his eyes open.
âHey little man, if you donât go to bed soon, Santa wonât come,â you tell him as you pick him up in your arms.
âB-but Santa has to come,â he mutters in a sleepy voice.
âWell then let us put you to bed.â You carry your brother to his bedroom, Jeonghan following you behind.
âWhat if I canât sleep? Is Santa still going to come?â
âIâm sure youâll be able to sleep, buddy. Do you want us to read you a story?â
âPlease?â
âHey Han, thereâs a copy of The Night Before Christmas in my room, could you go grab it?â You ask Jeonghan and he nods. He comes back a few minutes later, holding the book. He settles next to you on the bed and you hold the book open for your little brother to see.
You and Jeonghan take turns narrating the book until your little brotherâs eyes droop down and heâs fast asleep. You and Jeonghan quietly sneak out of the room and slip into yours. Due to the presents being hidden in your room, itâs your turn to play Santa.
You and Jeonghan carry the presents to the living room before placing them under the tree. It looks picture perfect when you two are done. You and Jeonghan move over to the plate of cookies set out before both grabbing one and tapping them together.
âCheers,â Jeonghan says.
âCheers, to our success at playing Santa.â You both bite into your cookies, making sure to leave crumbs on the plate for your brother to see in the morning. You split the glass of milk, leaving a few drops at the bottom.
âLook.â Jeonghan points up and you catch sight of the spring of mistletoe. Your family has never been ones to do mistletoe and you wonder if your mom put it up this year just because she knew Jeonghan was going to be with you.
Youâre surprised you didnât see it earlier, but to be fair you havenât been home much the past few days, and even when you have you havenât been near the fireplace.Â
Right then the clock in your house strikes midnight, and you lean in to kiss Jeonghan. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, as you cup his face. You two kiss for what youâre sure is much longer than it needs to be before pulling away.
âMerry Christmas, Jeonghan.â
âMerry Christmas, darling.âÂ
âSanta! Santa, Santa, Santa! Santa was here!â You wake up to screaming and you barely have time to process what is happening when your bedroom door is flung open and thereâs a tiny body attacking you and Jeonghan.
âYeah, buddy, we know,â you mumble as Jeonghan yawns loudly. âWeâll be there in a second.â
âYou better be.â With that your brother leaves and you and Jeonghan decide itâll be best if you two make your way into the living room.
Your parents are both already in the living room, both of them looking tired as well. Your brother is eagerly sitting in front of the tree, inspecting each present as he waits for you and Jeonghan to shuffle over to the couch. Jeonghan sits down and you practically sit on his lap with how close you get to him, cuddling into his side, wishing you were still asleep.
âMerry Christmas! Say hi to the camera,â your dad says as he holds his phone up to record your little brother.
âHi!â He says while waving enthusiastically. âMerry Christmas! Can I open my presents now?â
Your mom chuckles before telling him to do so.
You watch with half interest as your brother opens his presents, doing your best to wake up. Jeonghan is warm against you, though, and it makes you more sleepy. It isnât until your brother is almost done opening his presents from Santa that youâre awake.
As soon as your dad has picked up all of the wrapping paper, you move towards the tree to open your own presents. Itâs nothing much, as you really only asked for clothes and a few other things for your apartment. The life of a college student.
When youâve thanked your parents for your presents you hand them their presents from you. Youâre satisfied at the giddy your little brother has for the dinosaur book you got him and he gives you a giant hug.
âPumpkin, whatâs that present left under the tree?â Your mom points at the final present under the tree.
âItâs my present for Jeonghan,â you say as you pick it up and hand it to the boy.
âYou got me something?â Jeonghan asks you, a bit of awe in his face.
âOf course.â You sit down next to him and press a kiss to his cheek. âI hope you like it.â
Jeonghan rips the wrapping paper off to reveal the Lego set underneath, and Jeonghan gasps. Thereâs an excited grin on his face as he looks between the box and you.
âYou got me this?â
âYeah, I noticed the sets in your room and thought youâd like this. I know you play the bass but-â
Jeonghan cuts you off by lunging forward and kissing you. You melt into him, reciprocating the kiss. When you pull back, thereâs a twinkle in his eye. âThank you, itâs perfect.â
âOh, let me take a photo!â Your mom exclaims. âGo stand in front of the tree.â
You know thereâs not fighting your mom and you pull Jeonghan over. You press your sides together, smiling at the camera. Your brother wants on as well so you two pick him up and hold him between you two.
âAww, my babies, you guys look so cute! Okay, now who wants breakfast?â
Youâre standing on your back porch, watching the snow fall, when you hear steps approaching. When you turn around youâre not surprised to see Jeonghan approaching you.
âYou know, you didnât have to get me anything for Christmas. Let alone a Lego set.â
You shrug. âI wanted to. Youâre doing this for me, and I wanted to give you something to show my appreciation.â
âWell thank you. It means a lot to me.â Jeonghan moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you. You accept his hug, snuggling into his arms. âIâm sorry I didnât have anything for you.â
âItâs okay. I didnât expect you to. You just being here is enough.â
Jeonghan pulls away from you slightly, so he can look you in the eyes. You can see him struggling to say what he wants to, before he eventually just spits it out. âThereâs something I need to tell you.â
You furrow your eyebrows. âIs everything okay?â
âIâŠIâve really enjoyed the past week, and itâs made me realize I need to be honest with you. I really like you, and I have since we first met. We had that first date which ended in us having sex, and when you never brought up a second date I kind of figured you just wanted to keep it on a physical level. I didnât mind, but I guess I always kind of wanted it to be more,â Jeonghan admits. âAnd being here, and spending all this time together and not having sex, it kind of made me realize just how much I like you.âÂ
You can feel your heart beating in your chest as Jeonghan speaks. He likes you. Yoon Jeonghan likes you, and has had a crush on you since you first met. The notion makes your stomach erupt in butterflies.
You stare at him, his cheeks slightly pink from the cold and white snowflakes dotting his black hair. He looks like an angel.
âI understand if you donât like me back, but I needed to tell you that. Iâm not sure what this means for us but-â
Itâs now your turn to cut Jeonghan off with a kiss. Your hold on him tightens as you pull him into you and Jeonghan eagerly accepts. He moves his hands to cup the back of your neck, holding you gently as he deepens the kiss. Youâre both a little breathless when you pull apart and Jeonghan has a giant smile on his face.
âI like you too. A lot. And being here made me realize I want this to be real, if you do too.â
âYes. I would love that.â
âWell then, I hate to inform you that I donât think we can be fake dating anymore, as I have a very real boyfriend.â
âIs that so?â
âOh yes. And heâs very handsome and talented and a very good kisser.â
âWell itâs a good thing I also have a very real girlfriend, who is also a very good kisser.â Jeonghanâs face gets closer to yours as he talks before he leans in fully at the end, kissing you once more.
âYour father and I are going to go look at Christmas lights with your brother. Would you two like to join?â You mom pokes her head into your bedroom where you and Jeonghan are cuddled up on your bed, watching a movie.
You've been spending the day just enjoying each other's presence. You've also been answering sporadic texts from your friends, asking about you and Jeonghan after your Instagram post earlier.
You posted the photo of you kissing his cheek in the ice rink, the photos your mom took this morning, and a photo of your gingerbread men holding hands, captioned My favorite present this year âĄ. Your friends have been hounding you about it since.
You glance at Jeonghan and down at your laptop before turning to your mom.
âI think weâll just stay here,â you tell her.
She just smiles at you two. âOkay, have fun. Weâll probably be gone for a few hours.â Neither you nor Jeonghan miss the wink she sends you two.
You can hear the garage door open and close as your family leaves and you and Jeonghan both glance at each other. Youâre not quite sure what the rules are on how long you should wait to have sex after becoming a couple, but then again, itâs not like you and Jeonghan havenât fucked before.
âDo you want to-â
âYou know just because we-â
You both stop talking when you realize the other one is. You gesture for Jeonghan to continue.
âJust because weâre now officially dating, doesnât mean we canât still have sex,â Jeonghan says. âUnless you want to wait.â
âNo, I actually was going to ask if you uh, wanted to have sex.â You almost feel awkward, talking about it, like you two havenât been hooking up on the regular for over a year.
Youâre relieved of the uncomfortableness as soon as Jeonghan turns to kiss you. After a week of kissing for show, itâs nice to finally kiss him for yourself. As strange as it might be, it feels nice to kiss Jeonghan like this. Though youâre excited to see where dating Jeonghan takes you, hooking up is how you know him best.
Jeonghan moves your laptop off your laps and climbs on top of you, pressing you into the bed. Though youâre used to sleeping with Jeonghan, thereâs still a new air to this. You donât think youâve ever seen Jeonghan so eager to fuck you, but you canât say youâre complaining at all.Â
Your lips slide together, deepening the kiss, as Jeonghanâs hand ghosts your waist. You can feel his tongue swipe against your lips right as he starts to push his hand up under your shirt. You gasp when you feel his hand grope your tits and Jeonghan takes that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You whimper as you feel his hand slide under your bra as well, his fingers playing with your nipples. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth and you suck on it slightly before pulling away all together. As you take a moment to catch your breath, Jeonghan moves down to suck at your neck.
âF-fuck, Hannie,â you whine.
âSo pretty, darling,â Jeonghan mutters.
You push Jeonghan off of you slightly, so you can remove both your shirt and bra. With your chest now bare, Jeonghan takes the liberty of wrapping his lips around your nipple. He flicks the bud with his tongue, while his hand shows the other one some love. Your body arches up into his touch as you feel your cunt clench down around nothing, desperate to have him inside of you.
Jeonghan must realize this as well, and he pops his mouth off of you. âWant me to touch you, pretty girl?â
âPlease,â you beg. You wiggle your hips a bit and Jeonghan chuckles as he hooks his fingers into your waistband and slides both your pajama pants and underwear off in one go. Like heâs on autopilot, Jeonghan reaches down and starts to rub at your clit with two fingers.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet already. Do you want my fingers or my mouth?â
âD-donât care,â you mutter, already enjoying the pleasure of his fingers pressed against you. âPick one. Both. Whatever. Just please, donât stop touching me.â
You gasp a bit when Jeonghan pushes your legs apart even further, allowing himself to slip in between them. He leans down and starts to kiss your thighs, leaving small nips every once in a while. When itâs clear youâre too impatient for this, Jeonghan closes the gap between his mouth and your pussy, pressing a kiss to your entrance. From there, it only gets messier as Jeonghan darts his tongue out to lap at your arousal. He licks a thick strip along your slit, stopping at your clit so he can wrap his lips around it. You moan as you feel him suck on the bud.
His hands are holding on tight to your thighs, keeping them apart. His tongue swirls around your clit and you buck your hips up as your hands fly to grip onto the sheets. Youâre sure you look pathetic, but you donât care if it means you can get head this good.
His mouth switches between sucking your clit and licking at your entrance. Youâre dripping slick now, even as Jeonghan licks it up. He buries his face between your thighs deeper, and youâre sure his face is a mess now. He drags his teeth against your sensitive clit and you whine loudly.
Jeonghan seems to be happy with his affect on you and he finally gives attention to how empty you feel. His finger rubs your slit for a second before he pushes it inside of you. Youâre completely drenched and his finger glides in with ease, allowing him to slide a second one in not long after.Â
His mouth is still working at your clit as he fucks a third finger into you. He thrusts them deeper each time, curling them back to hit the soft spot of your walls. It pays off to have someone know your body so well, and you can already feel your brain going fuzzy as Jeonghan knows all the right places to hit.
Your abs tighten as you can feel yourself approaching your orgasm. Your thighs clamp down around Jeonghanâs head as a warning, and then youâre shaking as you reach your high. You moan freely, your hands grasping at the sheets, as Jeonghan continues to work you through it.
When your body has calmed down, you sink into the bed, allowing yourself to rest for a moment. Jeonghan has finally come up for air, his whole face shiny with your arousal. You grab him a tissue and he wipes off his mouth and fingers.
âYouâre turn,â you whisper as you push Jeonghan down onto the bed. Heâs still completely dressed you and push his shirt up to kiss down his stomach before pulling down his pants and underwear like he did to you.Â
His cock springs free, fully hard and leaking. You slot yourself between his legs and waist no time taking the tip in between your lips. You suck gently before working your way down his length. After doing this many times, youâve had practice taking him, and you can completely get his whole cock down your throat.
Though Jeonghan isnât very blessed in the girth department, his cock is the longest youâve ever been with, being able to reach deep inside you and down your throat. You bob your head up and down, letting his tip hit the back of your throat, before you pop off his cock, wrapping your lips around the shaft as your hand fondles his balls.
Your tongue darts out so you can run it against his cock, swirling it around the rim of his tip. You can hear the stuttered breathing of Jeonghan above you, as you back to sucking at the head of his cock. His pre-cum coats your tongue, and you have to admit, the salty taste brings you joy.
âG-gonna cum,â Jeonghan mumbles before heâs spilling his load right into your mouth. You do your best to catch it all, but some still slips out and drips down your chin, which you think makes Jeonghan cum even harder. âFuck, your mouth is so good.â
You pull your mouth off of Jeonghan, swallowing the rest of the cum in your mouth, and Jeonghan groans. You crawl back up to Jeonghanâs face, kissing him. If the fact you just had his dick in your mouth bothers Jeonghan, he doesnât show it.
âNeed you in me, Hannie,â you tell him.
âOkay baby,â Jeonghan responds. He flips you over, so youâre laying on your back. He removes his shirt, so youâre both completely naked, before leaning down to kiss you again.
Youâre not sure how his cock is still hard, despite just cumming, but you canât complain when you feel him rubbing his tip against your slit. His kiss deepens as he pushes inside of you, your walls clenching down to mold against his cock.
You try to relax, but he feels so good sliding into you. After a moment heâs fully inside of you, his tip pressed snug up against your cervix. Jeonghan slowly slides out of you before slamming back in. Your pussy is soaking wet and youâre sure Jeonghanâs cock is drenched, if the wet squelch was any indicator.
Jeonghan starts to slowly thrust in and out of you, building up his pace as he goes. Your thighs hug his hips as you wrap your legs around him and your fingers dig into his back. You can feel his mouth suck at your collarbone as he slams into you harder.
His cock reaches deep in you, the drag of his cock against your walls causing your brain to go even more incoherent. All you can think about is Jeonghan and his body against yours and his cock fucking you so good. Thereâs a reason youâve let him hit with no strings attached for so long, itâs just even better now that you can fully call him yours.
âYou feel so good around me,â Jeonghan mumbles into your neck. âPerfect fucking pussy.â
âLove your cock,â you mumble back. âSo deep inside.â
âFuck, need you to ride me.â
You and Jeonghan take a moment to reposition and then youâre bouncing in his lap. Your grip onto his shoulders tight for leverage as you fuck yourself on his cock. His cock hits as a new angle in this position and all you can do is moan like a bitch in heat.Â
Jeonghan reaches down and grabs onto your ass, guiding you up and down his cock as he squeezes the flesh. Your tits are bouncing wildly in Jeonghanâs face and he leans forward, sucking one into his mouth. You throw your head back as your eyes flutter close, lost in your pleasure.Â
Your thighs get tired at some point and you start to just grind against him, his cock curving up into you at just the right angle. Jeonghan can sense your neglected clit and he reaches down to start rubbing circles into it. Your cunt clenches down, and both you and Jeonghan can tell youâre about to cum soon.
âNeed your cum, Hannie,â you tell him, your words slurring together. âFill me up.â
âAnything for you, darling,â Jeonghan says, half delirious himself.
It only takes one final jerk of your clit to have you trembling around him. Your pussy walls fluttering against his cock as you fall forward against Jeonghan, your body twitching as you cum. You can feel Jeonghanâs cock throbbing inside of you as he cums as well, filling you full of his seed.
You both lay like that for a while, with Jeonghan still inside of you as you exchange soft kisses. When itâs clear you need to get up, you slowly lift yourself off of Jeonghanâs cock, and you can feel his cum slide out of you.Â
âFuck, we need to wash my sheets,â you mumble.
âOkay, but letâs cuddle for just a bit longer.â And well, you canât say no to that.
âOh, we hate to see you two go,â you mom says as Jeonghan finishes putting your things into your car. âVisit soon, okay? And bring Jeonghan as well.â
âYes Mom, I will.â You lean in to hug her.
âThank you for allowing me to stay with you guys over break,â Jeonghan tells your mom and she pulls him into a hug as well.
âThank you for being such a good guest. And for being such a good boyfriend to our Pumpkin. Visit soon, okay sweetheart?â
âOf course.â Jeonghan smiles at your mom.
âBye-bye!â Your little brother says as he hugs your leg. You reach down and pick him up so you and Jeonghan can hug him in between you two. You press a kiss to his cheek.
âBye, buddy. Iâll see you soon, okay?â
âSeen you soon!â You let him down and he runs off.
âText me as soon as you get to your apartment.â
âI will. Okay, we really have to go.â
âI love you,â your mom says as she kisses your cheek.
âI love you too.âÂ
âOkay bye Pumpkin, bye Jeonghan.â You both wave before climbing into the car.
As you take off you reach over and grab Jeonghanâs hand.Â
âWell it seems this was a successful trip,â Jeonghan says.
âVery,â you agree.
You not only got a boyfriend, but now you donât ever have to tell your mom you lied to her to get on birth control. Itâs really a win-win situation in your eyes.
You glance over at Jeonghan to see him already staring back at you. Yeah, it truly is a win.
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Ad Astra Per Aspera
Everything is still inconclusive
Alexia Putellas x teen!reader
pt. 4 masterlist
Warnings: this story contains depictions of alcoholism, adultery, and familial issues. read at your own discretion.
A/N: part 3 is here! i was flat out of ideas for a good week or so but iâm actually really happy with this chapter and how much i managed to write. i hope you enjoy đ«¶đŒ
Vicky invited you to her home to talk.
âJust around this corner,â she said, pointing to a street. She was sitting in the passenger seat of your car while your siblings sat in the backseat. Vicky still lived with her parents, as you expected, because she was still too young to buy a place of her own. It was a nice house, situated in a neighbourhood just a few minutes outside the city centre, and once you had parked your car, you hesitated for a moment.
âAre you sure your mum isnât going to mind? Itâs late, we can always talk tomorrow,â you spoke, looking at her for a moment. She shook her head, opening her door and responding as she unbuckled her seatbelt. âSheâs fine with it, donât worry. Letâs go inside.â
You unbuckled your own seatbelt and stepped out of the car, your siblings doing the same. Magdalene clutched your shirt gently while the other two boys walked behind you.
The front door of Vickyâs house had little stained glass details that you admired for the short moment that you stayed outside. The door swung open when Vicky knocked on it gently, and behind it was a woman that bore a striking resemblance to the girl beside you.
âMamĂĄ, this is (Y/N),â Vicky said, gesturing to you. You smiled shyly, and the woman returned it with a much wider smile. âBona nit! Please, come in, itâs freezing out there,â she replied, ushering you and your siblings inside. She was right, it was chilly outside, and the warmth of the LĂłpez household was nice.
âCan I get you anything?â she asked, looking over her shoulder as she directed you to the living room. You shook your head, but she insisted on making you a cup of tea, and the appeal of a warm beverage was too much to resist. After a few minutes, she brought two cups of tea out to the living room for you and Vicky, then placed them on the coffee table. âGraciĂ©s, Mrs. LĂłpez,â you spoke.
You sat down on the couch, the warm mug of tea in your hand as you faced the girl. âSo, what do you need to talk about?â Vicky asked, and you took a deep breath before telling her.
âSomething happened, Vicky. My neighbour heard some noises from my house and thought one of us was getting hurt, so she called the police andââ
You paused for a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose as prepared to tell the rest of the story. It was like reliving it all over again; the currents of fear that overwhelmed you, the unsettling atmosphere of the interrogation room, all of it.
âThey told me that theyâre going to place my siblings in a foster home unless I become their legal guardian â which I canât do in time â or find someone I know to foster them. They suggested my father butâŠâ you shrugged, hoping that Vicky would catch on, and by the understanding look on her face, she did.
âI donât know what to doâ who do I even ask?â
You didnât want to cry, but you knew it was inevitable. You had spent the day processing probably the worst news of your life, without shedding a tear. You deserved to cry. One tear quivered in your waterline before you blinked, and it was gone.
âWhy are they getting taken away?â she asked.
âSocial welfare thinks theyâre unsafe as long as theyâre under my mumâs care because sheâs got a drinking problem and my dad is out of the picture. Iâm not their legal guardian so I donât have much of a say. Canât really afford a lawyer yet either,â you explained.
Vicky paused for a moment, staring at the coffee table as she was deep in thought, and then she spoke.
â(Y/N), I know you two donât have the best relationship, but I think you should ask Alexia.â
You almost spat out your tea in her face, and it showed in your suddenly very wide eyes. Vicky was quick to place her mug down and raise her hands in defence.
âWait, wait! Before you say no, just remember that she is your captain,â she explained, justifying herself.
âDios mĂo, thatâs got to be the stupidest shit Iâve heard all week,â you mumbled, putting your head in your hands.
Vicky frowned, pushing you gently to grab your attention again. âI know she doesnât treat you very well, but she can help you.â
You tapped your nail against the mug, considering the option. You had a very strained relationship with Alexia, and honestly, you highly doubted that sheâd want to foster and risk compromising her career for something as stupid as a few kids that werenât even hers.
âI donât think so. She wonât have time,â was your final verdict. You didn't perceive Alexia as the type of person interested in motherhood⊠but, there was one thing.
All your siblings loved football just as much as you. It'd be easy for Alexia to relate to them, because they were like her; their eyes lit up at every beginning of a conversation relating to football, they were immersed in the world of FC Barcelona and always present for your matches and celebrations. They fought to wear their blaugrana jerseys to school and blaugrana scarves in the summer.
Your hand found itself fumbling with the charm bracelet on your other wrist, the initials âMâ, âDâ and âLâ dangling from the delicate chain. Alexia would've loved your siblings, because they were the Barça-loving, unconditionally supportive children that she imagined when she thought of having kids.
âDonât mention it to anyone, please.â Your voice was quiet, because Magdalene had fallen asleep beside you, curled up into a ball with her head resting on a cushion. The boys were just barely awake on the other side of the couch, closing their eyes for a quick moment before opening them again in an attempt to stay awake.
Vicky nodded, but that was it. Not many words were said afterwards, until her mother asked whether youâd like to stay the night. Too tired to disagree, you mumbled a little âpleaseâ, and she directed you to the guest bedroom.
The three of them slept on the bed that night. You made yourself a bed on the floor, out of cushions from the living room in which you put your Barça sweater over it as a makeshift pillowcase to ease the rough feeling of the original material on your cheek, and Vicky lent you a few spare blankets.
Magdalene wanted to try sleeping on the floor with you, but after a while you felt her leave your side and get into bed with her brothers.
She was little, they all were, but their presence was bigger than life itself, and laying there with Magda tucked in your arms reminded you of what it used to be like before. When you used to keep the abandoned shopping carts close so you could put all three of them inside at night and ride down the streets to the local restaurant, then youâd treat them to a big serving of their favourite foods and the night would end with you receiving three big hugs from the tiniest humans.
Life was simple before.
You called alcohol âbig drinkâ when you were young, because only big people could drink it. You didnât know why, but soon your Mami started getting upset more and more, after she had some big drink. It only took a few lash outs for you to get caught in the crossfire and vow to never become like Mami.
Youâve tried it a couple times here and there, and it tasted like shit. You couldnât understand your mother for choosing that bitter concoction over happiness but soon, you figured out that when all else failed for her, it was her happiness. Her kids were seen as secondary, if you were lucky.
A light suddenly illuminated the room, and thatâs when you realised your phone was buzzing. A number flashed across the screen, but you stayed idle, not reaching for it. You watched the contact disappear before a text appeared, and you read it through slightly squinted eyes still trying to adjust to the light.
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â Weâve gotten a hold of your father and he has agreed to attend a meeting at 9 a.m. Please call or text back immediately if youâre available.
You shouldâve responded. Instead, you stared at the message until the screen went black again, and even then you kept staring in the same direction until there was nothing. The next time you opened them, it was morning, and you were facing the bottom of the bed.
Magda, Dani, and Enzo were still asleep. Peering just above the mattress, you could see them piled on top of each other as they slept.
The âbedâ you made on the floor felt more comfortable than ever, making you reluctant to move. With a tap on the screen, your phone lit up and revealed the time to be just past 8:30.
Your hand flopped back down and you stared at the ceiling. Everything was perfect for a couple seconds, as you forgot about the need for the day to proceed and only recognised the serenity of being in that room right now, with the people you loved most.
Everything was perfect.
âWeâll wait five more minutes and if she isnât here by then, youâre free to leave, señor.â
The man only gave a small nod in reply, otherwise his attention was almost entirely fixed on the little sliver of blue sky that was visible from the tiny window.
Five minutes flew by. The talks of getting ready to leave started up, but they were short lived when everyone was stunned back into their seats by the door suddenly swinging open. It clicked shut as a chair scraped across the floor.
âSorry, traffic was bad,â you mumbled, folding your arms across your chest.
âHow nice of you to join us, Miss (Y/L/N),â the social worker said, and it sounded like she was feigning politeness. You acknowledged her words with a quiet hum.
âSeñor, since you are the only other legal guardian of Magdalene, Dani, and Lorenzo, weâve sought you out as a possible option for a full time caregiver of the children,â she spoke, clasping her hands together and placing them on the table.
Your father pursed his lips, nodding along with her words, âI see.â
âI still donât think this is a good idea, and Iâm saying this before you waste more of our time,â you interrupted, pointedly refusing to even look at him.
âWhy not? Iâm their father, (Y/N), and Iâm also yours, soââ
âYou didnât want them then, so I doubt youâd want them now. Donât say youâll take care of them to make yourself look good and then mistreat them because theyâre not on par with your other kids,â you hissed, finally meeting his gaze with a stone cold glare.
The social worker across the table didnât intervene, though she initially jolted forwards with the intention. She settled back into her chair and observed, looking to discover the true nature of your adamance to not let your father take your siblings.
Regret flashed across his face, and it was obvious; you noticed it in the downwards twitch of his lips and the shameful lowering of his gaze as you spoke.
âTheyâre still my children. Itâs my job as their father to look after them,â he responded.
âSo where were you all these years, when MamĂĄ was drinking her body weight in alcohol? You left us! You are not their father and you havenât been ever since you left us.â Your fist hit the table, the noise echoing through the room. The grimace on your face was only the surface level of the disgust you felt in that very moment.
ââMy job as their fatherâŠâ my fucking ass. I was more of a father to them than you, at 16 years old! I did your job better than you before I was even 18, and you have the nerve to come here and say that theyâre still your children?â
His head was hung in shame as you chided him, and he still had nothing to say.
âI knew this was a bad idea, I knew it,â you almost yelled, jumping up from your chair. It skidded along the ground with a screech, and your fingers pressed at your temples.
You hated him so much, but standing there and yelling at him made you realise how much you missed him while he was still your father, before the cheating and abandonment. âYou ruined MamĂĄâs life by putting your own needs before us, and I hope youâre proud. Have as many new kids with your new wife as you want, but you only destroy everything you touch.â
You hoped your words reflected the years of pain and torment he had inflicted on your family. You lost not one but two parents, because your mother loved him so much and he only took advantage of it while it benefited him before he decided it wasnât enough.
There wasnât a single word or phrase that could convey the inexplicable feelings you felt just then. Heâd have to search for it in the flushed apples of your cheeks, your glossy bloodshot scleras, and tightly furled fists tensed up at your sides.
â(Y/N), mi caritaâŠâ he started, standing up. You took a big step back, your hand finding the door knob with a steady grip.
âJust leave and donât come back. I donât want to see you ever again, never ever!â
With those words, you were 13 again, standing behind the corner and listening to your mum say the exact same thing to your dad.
Back then, when you two argued, you couldnât hold his gaze without crying, but now you were. He was nothing in your eyes if not the smallest man whoâs ever lived. You made sure to give him your most withering glare so he knew that there was no point.
In his eyes, you were probably the furthest you had ever been from his daughter. The loving and energetic girl he watched grow up, was now eye-to-eye with him in a police station, refusing to allow him any entry into his kidsâ lives.
âDonât give them false hope,â you sneered, wrenching the door open before deliberately slamming it behind you.
Maybe, just maybe, Alexia wasnât such a bad idea. Yes, she was passionate about football and didnât take it very well when people didnât display the same amount of passion for the sport as she did, but that only meant that when she loved something, she loved it hard and with all her being. She could love your siblings. She could love them more than anyone, even their own blood.
You sought to get out of the police station and away from it as a whole, so as you stormed out of the building and sunk into the driverâs seat of your car, you had no specific place in mind.
You ended up at the Barceloneta beach. There werenât many other places you could think to go to; the pitch was out of the question, because wherever there was a ball and a goal, there was Alexia. Your house was a huge memorabilia museum for the past, and you couldnât show up to Vickyâs house out of the blue.
The beach was pretty, and you always loved going there. Nothing could spoil that for you.
Just the horizon and ebbing tide for company while you watched the sun slowly descend â it was what you needed.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Part of you didnât want to pull it out in case it turned out to be someone you didnât like wasting your time, but you pulled it out anyways. Thankfully, it was only Vicky.
She sent you a photo from earlier that morning, and it featured all three of your siblings fast asleep on the guest bed while you slept on the floor in your comfy cluster of blankets. She followed the photo up with two laughing faces, and then two more messages.
Vicky
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â â â â â âł Hermanos y hermanas
â â â â â â â â â â âł Come sleep over again (Y/N)!!! My MamĂĄ found the Uno cards đ
You smiled at the photo and saved it to your camera roll before you considered Vickyâs request. You took a moment, but eventually you responded.
(Y/N)
â vale vale đ„Č iâm picking la hermanos y hermana right now and then iâll come straight to your house. graciĂ©s vicky â€ïž
You watched the sun set further during the drive to the schools, and then again while you drove to Vickyâs. This time, you parked in the driveway, and you didnât feel dreadful entering her house.
You rang the doorbell and the four of you waited patiently. Mrs. LĂłpez was quick to rush to the door and open it.
âHi, I hope weâre not bothering yââ you started, but you were cut off.
â(Y/N), mĂo querido! Come in, come in, youâre not a bother at all. Youâre always welcome in our home,â she said, embracing you tightly with a warm smile.
Vicky appeared from the living room, shuffling a deck of cards in her hands. âWho wants to play Uno?â she asked, waving the cards in her hand and immediately receiving a positive reaction from your siblings, who bolted towards her eagerly.
You followed them, because though you knew they were getting taken to their foster home tomorrow and being stripped away from you, you wanted to enjoy the night and play Uno with your siblings.
Nothingâs for sure but right now. You couldnât waste this moment.
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pairing: dark!logan howlett x bartender!reader
warnings: bar fight, breaking in, kidnapping, rough sex (slight cnc), dominating, hair pulling, etc.
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Having to lock up because the Wolverine got into a fight at the bar, was one of the craziest things y/n had to do in a while. No one got hurt, but he did slice a couple chairs.
Y/n had to kick everyone out so she could clean up and close early for the night. Tonight was a long night anyway, so people didnât complain.
Well, one did, and of course it had to be Logan. He told her he could stay and clean up, maybe have a drink after, but she denied and told him to leave.
He got snarky with her, stepping towards her and telling her she was too pretty to close up alone. Thatâs when she had to threaten to call the cops.
Sheâs now in the bar alone wiping down the last table. Tonight was a long annoying night, but at least she was tipped well.
Y/n sang as she put the towels up before walking to the front door. She noticed in her way, that a man was standing at the front with his back towards her.
She was confused for a second until the man turned around. It was Logan. How long has he been standing there? Did he ever leave?
Y/n went to speak behind the thick glass until she saw a smile grow on his face. She instantly knew he meant no good.
She lunged at the door too, hoping she could lick it but he pushed it open, causing y/n to slide across the floor.
âShouldâve taken me up on that offer,â Logan said as he stalked towards her. She backed up on the door until her back to the bar counter. He now stood over her, eyes fully dark. âTold ya it was unsafe for a pretty girl like you,â
Logan grabbed y/nâs arm, pulling her up then slamming her upper body on the counter. âNo, get off!â Y/n yelled, trying to wiggle from under him, but his body was heavy.
âCanât tell me that when I smell your pussy from here,â Logan said, shocking y/n. What was he talking about? âI always smell you. You love dressinâ like this around men? That gets you off?â The man asked as he traced his hand up her body, pulling her dress along.
âP-Please, Logan. Youâre drunk. I-I wonât tell anyone if you leave now. I promise!â She said as his lips kissed on the back of her neck. She smelled amazing. She always does.
âIan leavin, sweet cheeks â Iâm too close to you to stop now,â he said, pulling her panties to the side, wasting no time to stick his middle finger in her cunt, curling as soon as he could.
Y/n whined low as Logan breathed down her neck. âImagine who else wouldâve been on you if I wasnât here. Had to scare off a few people tonight, like any other night. You should thank me,â
âThank me, princess,â Logan said again, pushing two fingers into her. âL-Logan, stop!â She cried out, trying to lean up, but he pushed her back down harshly with a huff.
âHard to get â Iâll fix that,â he said, now tugging on his Jean, pulling them down until his cock fell out. She couldnât see, but she felt him in between her thighs. He was fucking huge.
âPlease, no â Logan, I canât do this. N-Not at work,â she said, remembering these cameras could be only. Some days, the boss turns them on while others he turns them off to save money.
âDonât worry, princess. Ima take you back to my place after this. Already moved around the apartment to your liking,â he said, confusing y/n.
She didnât know, but he knew where she kept her spare key. Sneaking into her home and sometimes sleeping next to her for a little while was a nightly routine.
Y/nâs thoughts were cut off once Loganâs tip pushed through her slick. She cried out, feeling him stretch her in an instant. He was too big for her. He loved it.
âFuuuckinâ hell, y/n. Youâre a tight one,â Logan grunted on the back of her neck. âSo fuckinâ tight â God, Ian gonna get enough of this,â his hips began to move at a faster pace, taking her hard on the bar counter.
Y/n gripped the ends, trying to brace herself, but he was fucking her too rough. âC-Canât,â y/n barely got out as her cunt clenched around him. âYes, baby â Yes,â he tugged at her hair as she came undone around his cock.
âSo fuckinâ dirty, Bub. You just cleaned,â Logan chuckled as y/n cried onto the counter. She didnât know what to do until she remembered one of the panic buttons was right under the counter.
Y/n tried not to make it obvious she reached under the counter, trying to find the button she usually never misses.
This time is a different thought. Sheâs being pounded into by the Wolverine.
âWhatcha doin, girl?â Logan asked, looking over her shoulder until he realized. Before he could pull her hands back, she pressed the button. Alarms went off and the bar lights turned red.
âGoddamnit, y/n,â he growled as he pinned both of her wrists behind her back, hurting her shoulders. âYou just canât listen, can you? So fuckinâ bad,â Logan used his free hand to push her face into the countertop.
âFuckinâ bitch canât even let me fuck her at work. When Iâm done with you, youâre fucked,â the man spat, snapping his hips harder to get closer to his orgasm. He wanted to ruin y/n back at his place. Back at her new place.
Y/n cried into the counter, feeling mixed emotions about this all. He broke into the bar to use her, but why her? Arenât there other women? Is she special to him?
âCry all you want, y/n. Youâre not getting out of any punishment tonight,â the man groaned in her ear as his hips stuttered. Her mouth parted, knowing what was happening.
Logan eventually spilled in her, still thrusting as y/n shook. She tried her best, but she ended up cumming again, but this time with a moan he knew was different from the others. They sounded needy.
Logan smirked, quickly pulling out of y/n and throwing her over his shoulder. He didnât bother emptying every drop into her. He slipped his leaky cock back into his pants before walking out of the bar.
She kicked and screamed, but not loud enough to make them look out of their windows to help. Logan chuckled at the frisk act, knowing she was going to be a cute and fun toy for him.
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