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what are hands for?
chapter summary: After an offhand comment from your father shakes your confidence, you find yourself spiraling into self-doubt.
word count: 2.4k+
pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader
notes: i'm not even gonna lie, this is extremely self-indulgent. i've barely been home for a week and my dad's already called me fat once and it definitely won't be the last time
anyways, i basically wrote this for myself but i thought i'd share it because i know for some people, being home for the holidays is rough! and the only thing i need is for logan to tell me he loves me and everything would be perfect
warnings/tags: insecure!reader, reader has a brother, skipping meals, implied that reader has received rude comments from family before, reader describes herself as 5'7" and over 200 lbs one time (like i said, self-indulgent), curvy!reader, angst, fluff
You have always had mixed feelings about going to your parentsâ house for the holidays, or even during your breaks during college. You loved home, it was where you grew up so naturally you were supposed to love it.
But you also hated it. Hated the comments, the looks, the yellingâall of it.
And somehow here you were, standing in your parentâs quaint house, your younger brother and his girlfriend already in the dining room helping your mom with dinner while your dad greeted you and Logan.
"Hey, kiddo," your dad said, pulling you into a quick, half-hearted hug before turning to Logan with a small smile. "Logan. Good to see you again."
Logan gave a polite nod. "Good to see you too, sir."
Your dadâs gaze flicked between the two of you for a moment before gesturing toward the dining room. "Everyoneâs in there. Why donât you join them? Dinnerâs almost ready."
Logan looked at you briefly, a silent check-in, before heading off. "Iâll go see if they need help," he murmured, squeezing your hand lightly as he passed.
The air shifted the second Logan stepped out of earshot. Your dad turned back to you, giving you a once-over that was a little too long for comfort.
"Youâve put on a little weight, havenât you?" he asked, his tone casual, as if he hadnât just landed a verbal punch to your gut. "Must be all that mansion food."
Your chest tightened, heat creeping up your neck. You opened your mouth to respondâwhat, you werenât sureâbut he didnât wait for an answer. He just patted your shoulder like it was nothing, muttered something about checking on the turkey, and walked off, leaving you standing there alone.
In the back of your mind, you knew you shouldâve put on a different shirt, this one was just a tad bit too tight. But it was one of Loganâs favoriteâs, so you didnât pay too much attention to it.
You pulled on your blouse a few times, trying to get it to not stick to your stomach before walking into the dining room like you always did when you were younger, with a fake smile.
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You huffed, yanking the seventh shirt over your head and tossing it onto the growing pile on the bed. Nothing looked rightânothing felt right. Every shirt clung too much, hung awkwardly, or just didnât sit right. And with each outfit failure, the voice in your head grew louder, echoing your dadâs casual remark.
You tugged at the hem of your tank top, staring at your reflection in the mirror with narrowed eyes. âStupid,â you muttered, turning to the side to inspect your profile. âItâs just a shirt. Itâs fine.â But it didnât feel fine.
After another long minute, you grabbed a loose hoodie from the closet and pulled it on, letting it drown you. It wasnât what youâd planned to wear, but at least it hid everything you didnât want to see.
You made your way downstairs to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast before your class. On the counter were a box of donuts, and without thinking you grabbed the two you normally did in a napkin and made your way out.
But not before pausing at the doorway, a bite already taken out of one donut as you looked down at the food in your hand. You took another bite and threw both away, making your way to your classroom before the kids got there.
You got to the classroom a good twenty minutes early, dropping your bag onto the desk with a sigh. The hoodie youâd thrown on still felt too heavy, too obvious, but you didnât have the energy to deal with it right now. The two bites of the donut youâd managed to eat sat like a stone in your stomach.
You busied yourself setting up for the day, pulling worksheets out of your bag and lining them up on the desk. It wasnât much, but focusing on something, anything, kept your mind from wandering too far down the spiral. The kids would be filing in soon, their chatter filling the space, and that would make it easier. It always did.
But for now, the silence was suffocating.
There was a soft knock on the doorframe, and you looked up, expecting one of the students. Instead, it was Ororo. She leaned casually against the frame, a warm, curious smile on her face.
âMorning, Y/N,â she greeted, stepping into the room. âYouâre here early. Everything okay?â
You forced a smile, nodding as you shuffled a few papers around unnecessarily. âYeah, just⌠wanted to get a head start. You know how Mondays are.â
Ororo tilted her head, clearly unconvinced but kind enough not to push. âIf you say so,â she said, her tone light but probing. Her gaze swept over you, lingering for just a second on the oversized hoodie before she caught herself. âWell, let me know if you need anything.â
âWill do. Thanks, âRo.â You gave her another tight-lipped smile, hoping it looked more convincing than it felt.
She hesitated for a beat before nodding and stepping back into the hallway. As soon as she was gone, you let out a breath you hadnât realized youâd been holding.
The classroom slowly came to life as the students trickled in, their energy filling the room and pushing your thoughts to the background. By the time the lesson was underway, you were almost able to pretend nothing was wrong. Almost.
It wasnât until later that day, during lunch, that it all came rushing back. The teachersâ lounge was unusually crowded, laughter and conversations bouncing off the walls. You slipped in quietly, grabbing a bottle of water and a granola bar from the counter before finding a corner to sit in.
From across the room, Logan caught your eye. He was leaning back in one of the chairs, arms crossed, but the second he saw you, his expression softened. He gave you a small nodâhis way of checking in. You nodded back, offering a faint smile.
You didnât miss the way his brow furrowed slightly, though, or the way his gaze lingered for just a moment too long before he turned back to his conversation with Scott. It wasnât like Logan to hover or push, but you knew he noticed things. And he never let them go.
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After classes you went into the kitchen to put your mug in the sink from hours ago. Out of habit, you grabbed a few cookies Ororo had made yesterday before stopping yourself.
You stared at the cookies in your hand, your frown deepening as your dadâs words replayed in your mind like a broken record. Your stomach churned, and for a moment, you felt like throwing the cookies straight into the trash.
âWhatâd those cookies ever do to you, darlinâ?â Loganâs voice startled you from your thoughts. You turned to see him leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze wasnât accusing, just⌠observant.
You hesitated, gripping the cookies tighter. âNothing,â you muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. âJust⌠wasnât really hungry.â
Logan raised an eyebrow, pushing off the doorframe to step into the kitchen. âDidnât seem like you were thinkinâ about that a second ago,â he said, his tone teasing but gentle. âSomething on your mind?â
You shook your head quickly, putting the cookies back on the plate. âNope. Just tired. Long day.â
He didnât look convinced. Logan had a way of reading you like an open book, and you hated it sometimes. Hated how hard it was to hide from him, even when you wanted to.
âDarlinââŚâ His voice was softer now, his hand reaching out to brush yours. âWhatâs goinâ on?â
You sighed, leaning against the counter and crossing your arms. âItâs nothing, Logan. Seriously.â
He stepped closer, tilting his head to meet your eyes. âY/N, you know I donât buy that. Youâve been off since we got back from your folksâ place.â His voice was low, steady. âTalk to me.â
You hesitated, chewing the inside of your cheek. The last thing you wanted was to unload all this on him. But the look in his eyesâgenuine, steady, patientâmade it impossible to deflect.
âItâs just⌠something my dad said,â you admitted finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
Loganâs jaw tightened, his expression hardening. âWhatâd he say?â
âItâs not a big dealââ
âY/N.â His tone was firm, but not unkind. âWhatâd he say?â
You exhaled sharply, avoiding his gaze. âHe⌠made a comment about my weight,â you mumbled, feeling your face heat up. âSaid Iâve been eating too much mansion food.â
Loganâs expression darkened, his brows knitting together. âHe said that?â His voice was low, dangerous. You nodded, still not looking at him. âThatâs bullshit,â he muttered, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
âItâs notâhe didnât mean it like that,â you tried to defend weakly, though you werenât sure why. âItâs just how he is. And, itâs not like heâs wrong either, I could lose some weight. Iâm 5â7â and over 200 pounds, and sometimes my old pants donât even go over my thighs or hips. Andââ
Logan held up a hand, cutting you off gently but firmly. âAlright, stop. Just stop.â His voice was low, steady, but there was a protective edge to it. âFirst off, I donât give a damn what your old pants fit like. And second, your dad? Heâs got no right to talk to you like that. None.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but Logan stepped closer, tilting his head to meet your gaze. âNope. Not hearinâ it, Y/N. Youâre sittinâ here pickinâ yourself apart âcause of some stupid thing he said, and thatâs not fair. Not to you.â
âBut heâs not wrong,â you muttered, looking away. âI mean, look at me. Iâmââ
âPerfect,â Logan interrupted, his voice firm. âYouâre perfect. And I donât wanna hear you say otherwise.â
You scoffed, shaking your head. âYouâre just saying that.â
âDo I look like the kind of guy who just says things?â Logan shot back, raising an eyebrow. âPrincess, Iâm the last person to sugarcoat anything.â
You hesitated, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. Logan sighed, stepping closer and resting his hands lightly on your hips. âY/N, youâre strong. Youâre smart. And yeah, youâve got curvesâand I happen to like âem. A lot.â
Your face heated at his words, but Logan wasnât done. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âYou think Iâd be standinâ here, chasinâ after you, if I didnât think you were incredible? Come on now.â
âIâm not fishing for compliments, Logan,â you said quietly, still not quite meeting his eyes.
âI know youâre not,â he replied. âBut Iâm givinâ âem anyway, âcause you need to hear it. And because itâs the damn truth.â
You couldnât help but let out a small laugh, despite yourself. Logan grinned, clearly pleased to have gotten a reaction out of you. âThereâs that smile,â he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. âMissed that.â
The knot in your chest loosened just a bit, and you let out a shaky sigh. âThanks, Logan,â you murmured. âI just⌠I donât feel like myself sometimes, you know?â
âI get it,â Logan said, his voice softer now. âWe all got our crap to deal with. But you donât gotta deal with it alone. Not when Iâm here.â
You gave him a small nod, the corners of your mouth twitching upward. Loganâs smirk returned, and his hands slid from your hips to the curve of your thighs, his fingers grazing lightly. âBesides,â he said, his tone turning teasing, âyou know what these thighs are for, right?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
He grinned, his hands squeezing gently before lifting you up. âFor my hands. Nothinâ else they need to do, far as Iâm concerned.â
You yelped in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders. âLogan! Put me down!â
âNope,â he said, a smug grin plastered on his face. âNot until you stop talkinâ nonsense about yourself.â
You glared at him, though the heat rushing to your cheeks betrayed your indignation. âIâm serious, Logan. Iâm not exactly lightweightââ
âGood thing Iâm not exactly weak,â he interrupted smoothly, his grin widening. âYou think a couple extra pounds are gonna make me break a sweat? Sweetheart, Iâve fought Sentinels and lived to tell the tale. Trust me, I got this.â
You groaned, your hands tightening on his shoulders as he adjusted his grip, holding you securely. âThis is ridiculous.â
âWhatâs ridiculous is you thinkinâ youâre anything less than perfect,â Logan countered, his tone softening just a bit. âNow, you gonna stop beatinâ yourself up, or am I gonna have to carry you around all day until you do?â
âLogan, weâre in the kitchen,â you hissed, glancing toward the doorway. âWhat if someone walks in?â
âLet âem,â he said with a shrug. âNot like they donât already know youâre my girl.â He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours. âBesides, anyoneâs got a problem with me lovinâ on you? They can take it up with me.â
You huffed, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. âYouâre impossible.â
âYeah, but you like me anyway,â he teased, setting you down gently but keeping his hands on your hips. âNow, what do you say we grab those cookies and actually enjoy âem? âRo made âem for us, after all.â
Your gaze flicked to the plate of cookies, and for a moment, doubt crept back in. But Loganâs steady hands on your hips and the unwavering warmth in his eyes grounded you. âOkay,â you said softly. âLetâs eat the cookies.â
âThatâs my girl,â Logan said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before reaching for the plate. He handed you one, grabbing one for himself, and took a big bite, chewing with exaggerated enthusiasm. âDamn, these are good. Think sheâd notice if we finished the whole plate?â
You laughed, the sound lighter than it had felt all day. âPretty sure sheâd kill us.â
âWorth it,â he said with a smirk, taking another bite.
You rolled your eyes but bit into your cookie, letting the sweetness melt on your tongue. For the first time in what felt like days, the weight on your chest eased just a little.
And when Logan leaned in to steal a crumb from the corner of your mouth, you couldnât even find it in yourself to protest.
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soft hours pt. 1 - christmas
how they would celebrate christmas with you (plus a suprise they have trouble keeping secret)
hyung line
warnings: mdni, christmas fluff, smut
pairings: park seonghwa x f!reader, kim hongjoong x f!reader, jeong yunho x f!reader, kang yeosang x f!reader
word count: 3.4k
author's note: I picture this as slightly aged up members and their significant others, still famous and working in the industry but with solo careers (hence the ability to take actual time off for themselves). But I did try to keep that part vague. I'm not religious but I grew up with Christmas, but feel free to sub in whatever winter holiday tickles your fancy. Maknae line coming soon!
likes, comments, and reblogs always welcome as long as you're not a minor!
Park Seonghwa: Park Seonghwa loves Christmas and even moreso, winter. He has gifts and activities planned every day of December leading up to Christmas Day. He takes you ice skating, sledding, to have your picture made with Santa - even though you're both definitely too old, and yes, some of the gifts are small, like your favorite candy, some are tokens to use for quality time with him, heâs a big fan of an advent calendar. But some of the gifts, the ones closer and on Christmas proper, are very nice. Matching bracelets with both of your birthstones, a purse you had your eye on that you mentioned in passing earlier that year.
The gifts are wonderful but your favorite part is the quality time you get to spend with him. Christmas Eve is spent in the matching pajamas he gifted you, White Christmas playing in the background while the two of you assemble the Lego set you gifted him a day early, sipping on spiked apple cider and taking breaks for long, tender make out sessions and short bursts of aggressive kisses and cuddle attacks.
You take a break from building the set to read your book, curled up behind him on the couch, and when you inevitably nod off, he only pouts for a minute when you don't reply to his excitement about finishing an elaborate section of the Lego set, turning to see you with your chin to your chest, book slipping out of your hand.
You stir only when he's kissing your forehead and urging you to go brush your teeth because, âYou always regret it when you don't, my little rein-dearâ. He looks at you expectantly when he makes the pun and you try not to laugh at his stupid joke but you can't help it when he's cheesing in anticipation. He stares at you for a while as you fall asleep next to him in bed, watching your eyelashes flutter, resisting the urge to keep kissing your cheeks, lest he disturb you. He's too excited for the morning to fall asleep fast, but watching you is a treat.
He's up at the crack of dawn with anticipation and resists waking you up for as long as he can until eventually, he caves, situating himself between your legs, pulling down your underwear and taking his sweet time as he eats you out, his mouth gentle and languid as he eases you into consciousness. It's one of your favorite ways to wake up and he saves it for special occasions. By the time you're fully awake, you're a whiny mess, begging for him until he gives in, too excited to start the day to make this one of his longer sessions.Â
âMerry Christmas to me.â You joke sleepily as he pushes inside of you slowly.Â
âMmh your pussy is the best gift I could have asked for.â He replies as he bottoms out.Â
It doesn't take long for either of you to finish, and it takes every fiber in his being to not dash out of the room immediately to go get coffee started and watch you open your final gift, but he exercises some self control, cuddling you and helping you back into your pants. You giggle at his urgency.Â
His last present is an envelope containing a hand-written love letter and two plane tickets for a weekend together over New Years on Jeju Island. He's just glad youâve yet to find the ring he's had hidden in his closet for three months now. He plans to propose as the clock strikes twelve into the new year.Â
Kim Hongjoong: Hongjoong is oddly withholding, nervous, and antsy around two weeks before Christmas when you assume your gift got delivered. He's bad about spending way too much on you, despite swearing up and down that it's, âJust something small!â Fortunately for you, you can tell when he's lying because his eyes go shifty and he gets cagey and jumpy. He feels bad he can't spend as much time with you as he'd like around the holidays but when you bring him coffee to his studio on Christmas Eve, he surprises you with a song he's working on about how he'd like to spend the holidays with you.Â
âMy mind kept drifting to you while I was trying to work on something else so I had to get this out of my system before I could keep working on something else. It's kinda cheesy but-â
âJoongie, no.â You pull him in for a kiss, laughing at his dumbfounded face, âIt's perfect, baby. You know, I would be perfectly happy if this was the only thing you got me for Christmas.âÂ
âBaby! No way.â He pulls you into his lap on the couch in his studio, âYou're far too special to me for that. Plus, I really think you're going to love what I got you.â
âWhat did you get me!?â You try to catch him off guard.Â
âI-â He almost fell for it, âHey! I'm not telling.â He starts to tickle you as punishment, ending with the two of you nose to nose, limbs tangled, horizontal on the couch.Â
âCan you give me one gift early then?â You let your hands wander between his thighs, sticking your bottom lip out and widening your eyes, knowing he has a hard time saying no when you pout and plead.Â
âYouâre going to end up keeping me here all night.â He pretends to resist, but he was already kissing down the column of your neck and reaching for the hem of your shirt.Â
âPlease, Joong.â You didn't know which thing you were pleading for at that point as he derobed you and worked you open with his fingers before taking you right there in his studio, both of you glad for the sound proof room.Â
You convince him later to give his work a rest for the night and come home to sleep in a real bed. The next morning, you wake to him sitting by you on the bed, meticulously wrapped gift in his hands, nearly bouncing with anticipation.Â
âBaby-â You blink your eyes open, knowing you look a hot mess from your slumber.Â
âMerry Christmas!â He shoves the gift in your hands.Â
You unwrap it painstakingly slowly just to watch him vibrate on the spot in his excitement.Â
It's a beautiful custom winter coat from Balmain, lined with silk that has Hongjoongâs âNo1LikeMeâ printed on it, exactly in your style and you can tell even before trying it on that it will fit perfectly.
âSo this is why you needed my measurements in March. Not because you would lose a bet with Wooyoung.â You laughed at his silly excuse.Â
âYeah, yeah, you caught me but DOYOULIKEIT?!â His words rushed out as you tackled him to the bed.Â
âKim Hongjoong. I love it.â You pepper his face with kisses, âPlease never tell me how much you spent on this.âÂ
He knew this commentary was coming because he gave you a smarmy grin, âActually! This was a personal favor. It's one of a kind. Olivier refused to let me pay a dime because, âYour girl keeps you fed and for that I owe her.â His words.âÂ
âAsk me from my childhood if I ever thought I'd have personal favor with a designer from a high end brand and I'd laugh in your face.â You shook your head as you checked yourself out in the mirror.Â
âThank you so much, baby.â You cage him in on the bed.Â
âWait, wait. Check the breast pocket before you seduce me again.â He says this a bit breathless and you think you might kill him if he proposes to you while you wear one of his old t-shirts, your Christmas underwear, and the coat he just gifted you. Not to mention you still had bed hair and morning breath.Â
Kill or kiss, they were only two letters different, and you ended up choosing the second as you stared at the ring of your dreams in your hand.Â
âHongjoong-â You were at a loss for words.Â
âPlease marry me, my love. My life won't be complete until you agree to be bound to me spoiling you and surprising you by the law.âÂ
âYes!â You kiss him, still in disbelief, âYes, Hongjoong. Of course I'll marry you.â
You shimmy his pants down enough to free him and move your underwear to the side, too excited to do more, and take him in one go, making love to him wearing both of his gifts.Â
âThis is embarrassing but I got you the exact same things.â You joke as the two of you cuddle.
âOh, how embarrassing!â Hongjoong jokes back. He's impossible to buy for, always getting himself what he needs as he discovers a need for it.Â
He doesn't expect you to have put together a binder full of photocards for your final gift to him. You put together a collection of photos of the two of you and some of just yourself. Some naughty ones of just yourself. âI was tired of being the only one with the collection.âÂ
âItâs perfect,â He nuzzles his nose to yours, âMy fiancĂŠ is a genius gift giver.âÂ
Jeong Yunho: The man loves the holidays and this year is certainly no exception. He's so excited because he's convinced your families to celebrate together on Christmas Eve. You're more than a little suspicious with his hushed phone calls and the guilty puppy face he makes when you ask who called and he has to make up a lie. Twelve days before Christmas he surprises you with your first gift, a pre-paid facial appointment. The other days follow suit with a massage, hair appointment, nail appointment, things of that nature, culminating with shoes, a dress, jewelry, and a very nice set of lingerie that he wants you to wear on Christmas. It's beyond obvious at that point, but you suspend your disbelief for his sake, knowing how excited he is for this moment.Â
Christmas Eve with your combined families goes better than you imagined it would. The food was good, the wine and conversation flowed, and mass hadn't even lasted that long. He waits until everyone is playing charades in the living room, and he brings you up with him after pretending to read his word on the slip of paper, holding up 4 fingers to indicate it was a four-word answer. He scans the room with his eyes before taking your left hand in his own and getting down on one knee.
âWill you marry me?â You ask as if you're still playing the game.Â
âYou're too good at this game.â He kisses your hand and pulls the ring box out of his pocket, âSweetheart, I'm convinced you were created just for me. Falling in love with you over these years has been the greatest joy of my life and I never want to stop. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?âÂ
âYunhoâŚâ Tears escape your eyes at his words, âI would love nothing more. Yes, baby.âÂ
He drops the ring box after removing the ring and slides it onto your finger before standing, picking you up, and twirling you around to the tune of the applause of both of your families.Â
Later that night, he unwraps you like the gift he considers you to be, taking off the clothes he bought for you piece by piece before turning you into a panting mess on his mattress as he insists on getting you off with his hands and mouth twice before he finally pushes inside of you, guiding your legs back with careful hands until you're practically bent and half and heâs able to fuck you deep like you like it, the head of his cock kissing your cervix every few strokes.Â
âFuck, I love when you take me like this, honey. I canât wait to fuck a baby into you.â
âGod, yes, Yunho-â You groan as he hits your sweet spot over and over. âGive me a few years, but we can pretend in the meantime.âÂ
âMmh, I like the sound of that,â He grunts from the effort, âGonna fuck you so full.â
âEveryone will see I'm yours.â You're about to fall apart around him.Â
âAll. Mine.â He punctuates his words with thrusts, âAll. Fucking. Mine. Forever. Fuck, baby, come with me.âÂ
âYunho!â You cry out as you finish, your orgasm prolonged by the feeling of him pumping you full of his seed.
Truth be told, at least in the heat of the moment, you wouldn't have cared at all had he been able to get you pregnant right then. But you knew as you fell asleep in his arms, how peaceful it was with just the two of you, you would be glad you had a few years with him as yours alone before bringing a whole other human being into the mix.
Kang Yeosang: Yeosang was not necessarily a fan of the holidays before he met you, but he adores them now. More than anything, he adores watching you enjoy them. He buys you matching berets and thinks he's so slick booking the two of you a room at a ski lodge in Austria the week of Christmas. Neither of you intend to ski, but Vienna goes all out for the holiday and he wants to spend several snow days shopping, eating, and sightseeing with you. He buys you anything you show a slight interest in, despite your protests, but his real gift is tucked safely in his luggage at the lodge.Â
Two days into your trip, the two of you are exhausted and decide to spend the day around the ski village rather than in the city. You find Yeosang staring at you with hearts in his eyes more than usual that day. Normally you would blush and tell him to stop, but today, you allowed it. After all, you were doing the same thing.Â
âOh! This looks fun!â He holds up a Sanrio puzzle he found in the kid section. âI know it's for kids but-â
âWe're getting it.â You smiled at how his face lit up. He was so impossible to not just completely adore and fawn over at all times.
âWhat if we go back to our room, order room service, and open this bad boy up?â He asks you, conspiratorial glint in his eye.
âThis is why I love you.â You kiss the apple of his cheek. He's had to train himself not to move so you can't reach him when you try to kiss his face, due to years of acting like he hated it when his friends would do it.Â
âI love you more, angel.â He grabs your hand and leads you over to check out, calling a slightly mispronounced âBitteschĂśn!â over his shoulder to the woman working the cash register on the way out.Â
After dinner, spiked hot chocolates in hand, fireplace roaring in the hearth, the two of you work on the puzzle in comfortable silence. As much as you love talking to Yeosang and would pay good money to live inside his brain for a day, you cherish the fact that the two of you can have such peace in one anotherâs company. No compulsion to disturb the stillness.Â
âOh!â Yeosang looked up after a while, âLook, jagi. It's snowing!âÂ
âReally?!â You loved the snow. Well, you loved looking at the snow.Â
âI wish it could snow inside. But not be cold.â Yeosang stood, pulling you to your feet and leading you over to the big bay window overlooking the powdery slopes.
âYou know what? Yeah, that sounds ideal.â You chuckle, amused as ever at how his mind works. You tuck yourself under his arm and he picks up on your cue, pulling you securely to his side.Â
Sure, it had been snowy the whole time you'd been there, but there was something magical about the big, fat flakes swirling in the air and glittering as they fell on the ground in the bright moonlight.Â
âWe'll probably be snowed in tomorrow.â Yeosang concludes as the two of you watch it accumulate, pulling you in front of himself so he could loop his arms around your waist and kiss the side of your neck. Â
âI mean, we're at a ski resort-â
âShh, babe. We're going to be snowed in tomorrow.â Yeosang says a little more firmly.Â
You catch his drift, âOh! Right. Yes. We'll definitely be snowed in tomorrow! Oh no! What will we do?â You humor him.Â
âDon't worry, my beautiful girl, I'll make sure we're entertained all day while we're snowed in.â He mumbles in your ear, his voice low and carrying an unmistakable edge of desire on it.
âMmh, like what?â You answer, breath hitching in your throat as his hands roam your body, one of them skimming the waistband of your pajama pants, the other finding a light but possessive position around your neck, âI can think of several things. But to start I'm going to fuck you against this window so we can watch the snow fall as I make you come over and over again on this cock.âÂ
âFuck, Sangie-â You gasp as his hand blazes a trail to your core, knowing it will already be wet for him because he knows well what he does to you.
He's good to his word, dedicated as ever to your pleasure, stretching you around his girth, fingers on your clit as he makes you come the first time, heeding your request happily to move in front of the fire as you caught a chill with your bare face and nipples pressed to the cold window.Â
He lays down one of the many plush blankets in front of the fireplace, ensuring you're comfortable before kissing down the slopes of your form, mouth landing between your legs, fingers taking over what his dick finished the first time, taking a more leisurely route to your release the second time, but quick to stuff you full again immediately afterwards for the third, words lost on both of you as pleasure rolls through your bodies in tandem.Â
He washes your hair in the shower afterwards and you're nearly overwhelmed with love for the man you get to call yours. Perfect in every way.Â
Both of you realize it's well past midnight as you cuddle together in bed, âMerry Christmas, precious.â Yeosang smiles at you, eyes once again full with a depth of love you had seen before but not as often as you had recently.Â
âMerry Christmas, Sangie.â You return his gaze, hoping he knows just how much you mean it.Â
âMarry me.â He blurts out, lost in your eyes, âSorry, I had a whole thing planned and I have a ring, I swear-âÂ
You cut him off with a kiss, âKang Yeosang.â You snicker, âYes. God, yes, I'd be so happy to.âÂ
âReally?â He smiles so big it looks like it hurts his cheeks and it definitely hurts your heart with how pure and sweet he is.Â
âYes, baby, of course!â You kiss him again, unable to resist.Â
The kiss deepens and your activities from earlier have an unprecedented encore, all but rendering your shower pointless as you fall apart repeatedly in one another's arms well into the early hours of the morning, watching the sunrise paint the ground pink, the exact shade, you note, of the birthmark by Yeosangâs eye.Â
The two of you sleep late into the day. You're disoriented for a moment as Yeosang flies out of bed and begins rummaging through his luggage, finally finding what he sought and returning to bed with the ring box in hand. You had almost forgotten, or thought it was a dream, and you can't stop the tears as they fall when he fits the most beautiful ring you've ever seen onto your finger.Â
âI'm yours. Forever. For as long as you'll have me, my love.â Yeosangâs deep voice rumbles through your bones, rearranging your neurotransmitter transporters to stop the reuptake of the norepinephrine, serotonin, and dopamine that was produced any time he spoke.Â
âI want you forever, Yeosang.âÂ
And it was true. You were sure you were the happiest and luckiest person on earth to have earned the trust, love, and dedication of the man beside you. He felt the same way and he intended to show it to you every day for the rest of your life.
#ateez#ateez fanfic#ateez smut#ateez seonghwa#ateez hongjoong#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez x reader#ateez soft hours#ateez christmas
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winter warmers, day 17: public sex/hot cocoa ~2700 words. this fic is based loosely off the pics and my tags on this post.
âFinal grades are already submitted, mate. The time for bribery has come and gone.â
âVery funny, Daniel.â Max places the cup of hot cocoa on Danielâs desk. A little bit of the whipped cream has sputtered out of the hole at the top. He swipes at it and licks the foam off his finger. He watches Daniel watching him. âExtra whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon, like you like it. And anyway, itâs not a bribe because you are not my teacher anymore. Thatâs the point."
Max slouches off his backpack and dumps it in a heap on the floor in front of the threadbare armchair next to Danielâs desk. He throws off his jacket, too- slings it over the back of the chair- before slumping to sit, his legs spread wide. Heâs spent the better part of the semester in this exact position, big blue eyes staring raptly at Daniel across the desk, counting down the minutes until this moment. Now itâs Danielâs turn to stare.
âMaxâŚâ he warns.
The door to Danielâs tiny, cramped office is wide open, but itâs quiet. Itâs late into the evening on the last day of the semester. The university is almost entirely deserted by now. All of the students abandoned campus the moment they finished their last exams over the week, and the professors have all gone home for the day, leaving their TAs to put together the final touches on grading for the end of the semester.
Danielâs office is at the end of a long corridor in the dingy, mostly unused section of the English department. Thereâs a janitorâs closet next door that contains nothing more than a single mop and a broken plastic bucket. The empty office across the hall has a bigger desk than his and an actually functioning window, but when Daniel asked if he could move over there instead, his advisor had thrown around words like âseniorityâ and âtenureâ and âpaying his dues.â So heâs been stuck in this shoe closet for the past two years, while a perfectly good office lies empty just a few steps away. He likes to complain to Max about it when heâs feeling particularly resentful about some university bullshit or other. Max just likes to listen to him talk.
The office is, as usual, empty. As is the janitorâs closet. As is every other office or storage room down the hallway, all the way to the elevator bank, where the lone lightbulb is flickering intermittently, casting dancing shadows along the wall. Theyâre alone in the building for now. No one else is around.
Max tells Daniel this.
âNo one else, huh?â Daniel leans back in his own chair, matches Maxâs slouching posture. He takes a sip of the cocoa. Savors it. Takes another. âAnd what exactly am I supposed to do with that information?â
âYou know what, Daniel. You are not my teacher anymore. This stupid class is over. No more Beowulf, thank god. And now I can have you. You said.â
âYou can have me?â Daniel cuts himself off. âJesus, Max. Thatâs definitely one way to phrase it.â
âAlways you and your phrasing. I still am upset about when you took points off my essay for that, by the way.â
Daniel laughs.
Max doesnât. He glances at the open door, which offers a clear view down the hallway. Still empty. Not so much as a faint footstep click-clacking in the distance.
He stands and turns Danielâs swivel chair outwards a little so that he has enough space to kneel down in front of him. â¨â¨âMax,â Daniel warns him again, but his voice is softer this time. Heâs not protesting. Heâs looking down at Max, whoâs already sliding his hands up and down the soft, worn denim encasing Danielâs thighs.
âYou have to say yes. You already said we could, but you have to say you want this now.â Max sits back onto his heels, and immediately feels colder being even six inches further away from Daniel. âWill you say yes, for me? Say that I can have you?â
Daniel runs a hand across his stubbled cheek, lets it cover his mouth for a moment. Max watches the light catch on his gold rings and dance across the wall. Daniel pulls off his glasses (an affectation, heâd once told Max. His prescription is so weak that he can get by fine without them, but they help sell the look. PhD student in English Lit, rather than tatted bogan) and looks at Max with wide eyes. Max looks back.
âYes,â he says. âAll right? Iâm saying yes. You can have me.â
âOkay,â Max agrees and pushes Danielâs grey sweater up so that he can lean in and suck a bruise into the center of his chest. He pulls back to look at it. His own mark on Danielâs skin. Daniel has told him about some of his tattoos, and heâs seen some, of course, but he knows that there are others yet to be discovered. Heâll find every last one with his eyes and then his tongue. For now, heâll add a few more of his own.
Daniel groans when Max sets his teeth against Danielâs nipple. âFuck, babe. Not even a kiss first? Right to the nipple play, huh?â
Max pulls back. Danielâs right: they should kiss. He lets the sweater fall out of his hands and pulls Daniel by the back of the knees so that he slides lower in the chair. Max pushes into the space between Danielâs spread legs so that theyâre chest to chest.
Daniel looks soft like this, vulnerable, as he looks up to where Max hovers slightly taller than him. Max is used to Daniel taking up so much space: big laugh, big personality, big hair. But here, underneath Maxâs hands, heâs small. His baggy sweaters hide a narrow waist, tapering to bony hips- delicate wrists extending to long, nail-bitten fingers. Max wants to cover him completely, hide him from the world, keep him for himself. That wouldnât be fair, though. The world would be so much smaller without Daniel in it.
He cups his hand around Danielâs cheek, his beard prickling ticklishly against Maxâs palm.
âHi,â Daniel says, quietly.
âHello, Daniel,â Max says and then leans in for a kiss. Itâs softer than heâs expecting, given the stubble situation. Danielâs lips are warm against his, and they press together for just a moment before Max pulls away to look at him. He never gets tired of looking at Daniel.
He moves back in, harder this time, Danielâs mouth opening for his, and he licks his way inside. He sucks on Danielâs tongue, where the taste of cocoa and cinnamon is still lingering. Daniel kisses back- biting, bruising kisses that send a shock of pleasure direct to Maxâs cock. He could spend hours here, days, years, just feeling the pressure of Danielâs mouth on his.
But he has plans that extend beyond just a few heated kisses.
He has wanted this since the very first day of the semester, when he walked into that stupid Brit Lit classroom with his stupid copy of Beowulf and saw the hottest person heâs ever seen in his life sitting cross legged on the desk upfront, waving him in and telling him to grab a seat, that theyâre just getting started.
Heâd sat in the closest seat to the front, dead center, and spent the next three months contributing minimally to the in-class discussions that Daniel led, and instead, daydreamed about bending him over the lectern and fucking him until he cried. He did fine on exams, wrote marginally passable essays (phrasing issues aside), but couldnât be bothered to contribute to the inanity of the conversations around him when he could spend that time imagining the taste of Danielâs golden honey skin if he licked him all the way from his collarbone to his cock.
Soon enough, heâd started showing up to Danielâs office hours twice a week, and then inviting himself to sit in the office whenever he knew Daniel would be there. Heâd plop himself in the armchair and tap away at his homework for other classes (âthe ones that matter, Danielâ) while Daniel worked on grading essays and occasionally tapped away at the doc that will eventually become his thesis.
And in that time, Maxâs fantasies turned from the desk in the lecture hall to the desk right here in this cramped office. Heâs spent many an afternoon sitting in the ratty armchair and watching Daniel work, while picturing doing exactly what heâs doing now: pressing his lips against Danielâs and sliding his hand underneath his sweater to pinch a nipple, drawing out a low moan.
Daniel had always said no. Not until the semester was over; not while he was still in a position of power over Max.
And now theyâre here. The semester is done, Daniel is no longer his TA, and Max can live out every last one of his fantasies.
Without breaking the kiss, he grabs Daniel around the waist and levers him up and out of the chair so that he can spin him around to sit on the edge of his desk. He leans around Danielâs side to close the lid of his laptop and set it on the chair, which frees up the space he needs to lay him out flat on his back and start pulling at his clothes.
âOff,â he says, and shoves the hem of the sweater up so that Daniel will remove it completely. He reaches down to take off Danielâs boots and then unzips his jeans and pulls them off. Between the two of them itâs quick work until Daniel is naked, save for his socks and the gold chain around his neck. Heâs on his back with his ass at the edge of the desk and his thighs already falling open for Max to fit perfectly between.
Max takes a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him. Danielâs tan is still a perfect golden, even now in the startling cold of mid-December. Heâs lithe, deceptively muscled for how slender he is, further camouflaged by the baggy sweaters and hoodies heâs usually draped in. But like this, all of him on full display for Maxâs pleasure, heâs a perfect specimen of toned muscle.
There are more tattoos even than Max expected- his thighs especially are a quilt of color. Max ignores them for now. There will be plenty of time for them to become more intimately acquainted later. For now, Max has other issues to attend to- like licking that stripe across Danielâs torso. Collarbone to cock, and then back again.
He must stare for a hair too long, because Daniel starts to curl in on himself, shy in a way that Max has never seen him before. That canât stand. Max leans down to kiss him again, pressing his hardening cock, still trapped inside his jeans, against Danielâs, which forces his legs wide again. He wraps them around Maxâs back and tugs him in closer.
They kiss lazily for a while until Max is so hard that the press of his cock against his zipper is a physical ache. He unzips and pulls himself out, immediately thrusting into the hollow where Danielâs hip meets his thigh, precome slicking the way.
âIâm going to fuck you now,â he says, no beating around the bush.
He makes quick work of sliding on a condom and then slicking his cock and Danielâs hole with a tiny packet of lube, both of which heâd tucked into his pocket earlier this evening.
He pushes in and feels the warmth of Daniel surrounding his cock. Danielâs eyes widen and he gasps when Max bottoms out. Heâs not huge, but his cock is thick, and he can feel Danielâs hole fluttering around him to accommodate his girth. He moves slowly, letting him get used to the stretch.
âFuck, Max,â Daniel chokes out as Max thrusts in to the hilt again. âMore, please.â
âSo polite for me. Of course, Daniel. Iâll give you everything you want.â And he does. For long minutes, he focuses on nothing more than the connection between their bodies, Danielâs entirely naked and Maxâs still fully clothed. Heâs insane with the sensation, the knowledge that Daniel is giving himself over to Max so completely, letting Max take care of him.
Heâs on the verge of coming when Max feels Daniel still beneath him for a moment, his gaze focused over Maxâs shoulder. âMax, the door.â
âYes. Itâs still open. Anyone could walk past and see us. They could see you all spread out for me. For my cock. They could hear you, too, of course. Because youâre being very loud with your moans, Daniel.â He pushes in deep, makes sure to stroke firmly across Danielâs prostate. He waits for him to moan and then does it again. âJust like that.â
Daniel shudders and clenches down around Maxâs cock. Itâs Maxâs turn to moan out loud. He can feel Daniel starting to tremble beneath him. He reaches for Danielâs cock and starts jerking him roughly.
âNow, Daniel,â he says. âCome for me now. Please.â
Daniel closes his eyes and pulls Max down over him, presses their mouths together. He licks across Maxâs teeth as he comes. Max follows immediately behind, filling the condom and wishing they could do this bare. Imagines the feeling of filling Daniel instead, spurting deep inside him. He groans again as his hips kick up reflexively. He adds that to the mental tally for next time. There will absolutely need to be a next time.
They take their time cleaning up. Max grabbed a stack of napkins when he brought Danielâs hot cocoa earlier. They donât make for the most glamorous post-fuck clean up, but theyâll do.
When their clothes are back in place and they look mostly presentable again, Max tugs teasingly at the chain around Danielâs neck, pulls him in for a kiss.
âThank you for waiting for me,â Daniel tells him softly.
Then, he grins big for a second. âOh, and for the cocoa, too. Delish, mate.â
Max just rolls his eyes. âYouâre welcome. For both. Now, come. I need to take you home and fuck you some more. On a big bed, where I can take my time.â
He waits for Daniel to gather his things and turn out the lights in the office. Heâll finish his last bit of grading over the weekend, he tells Max.
They walk down the hall to the elevator, Max with one hand wrapped around Danielâs hip and a thumb tucked through his belt loop.
As they near the elevator bank, they both freeze. Just a few doors down from Danielâs office, they see light streaming out from Dr. Lambiaseâs office, light that definitely hadnât been there when Max showed up earlier.
They turn to look at each other, their eyes huge. Slowly, they walk towards the open door and freeze again when a familiar voice calls out from a familiar face. âEvening, boys. I thought I was already done for the day, but I had to come all the way back to campus to grab a couple of folders before break. You two all done for the evening?â
Neither of them says anything. Dr. Lambiase raises an eyebrow at them.
Max nudges Daniel to answer; heâs the TA. Not Dr. Lambiaseâs TA, of course, but still. Max is just a student.
Daniel hurries to spit out, âYeah, yep, weâre all done. Max just had a couple questions from the final exam, but weâre all good now, so weâre gonna go, have a good night, see you later.â He waves, prompts Max to do the same, and then speedwalks them down the rest of the hallway, where they wait in silence for the elevator to arrive.
âOh my god,â Daniel says as soon as the elevator doors close. âOh my god!â
âWell,â Max intones. âI guess we can check that one off the fantasy list, then?â
They look at each other silently for a second and then collapse into each other in a pile of giggles. Yeah, Max is definitely going to cross that one off the list.
#winterwarmers2024#my fic#maxiel#how in the name of sanity is this nearly pushing 3k words?#when i started doing winterwarmers this month#i assumed that each of the fics would be like 500 words at most#this is insanity#also gp was definitely not supposed to make an appearance in this#but then i was like#maybe maybe maybe#đ
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hi so im sorry if this is rude or anything im just kinda confused ab some things. so one of the posts on this blog mentions that if you hate trans men then your transphobic, which i agree with, but does it mean in the sense of if you say you hate all men (including trans men) that makes you transphobic? (typing that out makes me realize how stupid it is đ) and also a post was speaking ab terfs and it said smthing along the lines of âtrans men can be lesbianâ and maybe I dont get it but if trans men are men how can they be lesbians if the meaning of being a lesbian is wlw/nblnb (i think thats the right one)?
pls donât feel like you need to answer or anything, and thanks if you do. have a good day!
hello!
it is still transphobic, yes. this is also antimasculism. saying that you hate all men affects, well... all men. and that includes other queer men, too. men are not a cishet monolith, and it's not good to hate random cishet men, either. the gender of "man" did not hurt you. specific men hurt you. hating and hiding from a gender pathologically will not keep you safe from harm. women can hurt you. non binary people can hurt you. profiling strangers especially gets dangerous because you are assuming things about them. you can't tell if a stranger in public is a cishet man or not just by looking at them. they could be a trans man, a non binary person, a genderfluid person, a closeted/boymoding trans woman, and so on.
manhood is not bad. it's not something dangerous or scary. behaving this way perpetuates the idea that men can never change or improve or try to do better. forcing them into a box of "Disgusting, vile, must be hated" will only make shitty behaviors worse, because this is reinforcing that they can't ever get better, so why bother? might as well keep doing the same shitty things
men can be lesbians, there's no rules. lesbian does not mean woman. anyone of any gender can be a lesbian. many trans men start out in the lesbian community and wish to stay there because we never lose that part of ourselves. many trans men just are lesbians regardless. i honestly highly recommend talking to the butch community and just transmascs in general because i feel like people who assume that it "doesn't make sense" literally just... have not talked to more than a small handful of transmascs
like, my honest suggestion is to just gain exposure to the butch and lesbian communities outside of white cis gender conforming femme lesbians if you're curious about this experience, because it's so common that if you're in a queer space you basically can't throw a rock without hitting a transmasc lesbian somewhere in the process. anyone of any gender can be a lesbian or gay. many trans women start off in the gay community and still identify as gay men ever after realizing they're also trans women. this phenomenon exists in other communities.
people are just needlessly fixated on trans men being lesbians because "oh no! men are so dangerous to the poor defenseless women!!!!!! they can't protect themselves we have to ban everyone and anyone who looks even slightly masc!!!! soft butches ONLY we don't want any masculine people around here they're too scary!!!!!!" that feeling in your brain that tells you that trans men can't be lesbians is a cop, and you're allowed to kill it.
hope that helps! take care!
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Also its crazy how nobody has called me out or made fun of my blotched speaking on the minecraft server or not. Occasionally they will be confused if i say something dumb but for the most part people habe treated me nicely (aside from when they kill me but whatever)
#it feels very vulnerable#very very vunerable amd raw#especially when i cant tell if they know im english or if theres something else#it takes me a lot of time to reply i can get confused i can just zone out#its difficult#and im hesitent to say that im english because people hate british people and it makes me nervous#that they wont think im serious about learning french or whatever#idk its very difficult and vulnerable but its also a position that im putting myself in#im a lot more comfortable in speaking in main chat now even when i cant fully typo check my words#i didnt the first few days#it feels like being in the closet in a stupid way#like its so so so obvious when youre looking at me but i dont want to admit it#or i have to tell people one by one#and i know theres no logical reasoning beyond feeling 'other' on the server and not wanting others to see that too#but it gets tiring having to explain why im more airheaded than i usually am or why i cant respind quickly#idk its fun and very rewarding but also very stressful and weirdd
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i just want this to be over already
#i HATE being closeted#i hate it i hate it i hate it#but what the FUCK am i supposed to do about it?#come out and utterly destroy my own life?#thats just fucking stupid#i KNOW im better off closeted#i know im safer this way#i know the risks if i come out or am outed#i know the possibility of it ruining my entire life#but i also DESPISE being closeted#i despise lying and i despise keeping secrets and i despise feeling like no one really knows who i am#why cant things just be easssyyyy and make seeeeennnnnsseee#threee pigeons in a trench coat
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one day people will stop looking at misogynistic men and saying they're secretly gay, and finally realize implicitly associating non-queer men's hatred with queerness as well as disregarding the patriarchy's pervasiveness helps (checks notes) literally nobody
#đŹnia.rambles#stop it stop it stop it stop it#im sure i could word this better but if i see that stupid tweet or its quotes one more time i might implode#like it's absurd to me some of you say men are socialized to hate women then say if they do they must be gay#he isn't in the closet he just doesn't see women as equals#in a heteropatriarchal system heterosexuality isn't a clear line of loving/respecting women or Not. there isn't a dichotomy for misogyny#realize he can be romantically & sexually attracted to women but objectify & shame them & reserve forms of love for men#without doing that you Cannot tackle the patriarchy in Any meaningful way#+ what does calling him gay do for you. do you benefit from him being Queer and hating women. would that make you feel better.#do you want to imply all misogyny is rooted in internalized homophobia / queer men are raging misogynists. do you like those ideas#it's all ultimately diluting/ignoring patriarchal power and material/interpersonal consequences#not to mention the dissonance i see regarding intersectionality + the 'separation' of misogyny from queerness#and. UGHHHHHHH. it's so frustrating like just. gawd. whatever.
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Restorative or Transformative?: Homoerotic Subtext, The Closet, and Ciphers in Pop Culture. The nature of commercial art is that itâs sometimes bad and inconsistent. Notably itâs also misogynistic. One way in which audiences try to reconcile massive plot holes or gaps in character motivation is by reading secrets or hidden information into a plot.
Commonly, male characters are interpreted as closeted gay or bisexual to reconcile the absence of women from commercial narratives with the generally stunted and poorly-written male characters that form the focus on said texts. This reading has become especially common among a non-heterosexual milieu. Rather than transforming the original text into some radically different new form, this closeted interpretation seeks to make the original text stand on its own as a story rather than a Swiss cheese of dumb writing decisions.
This interpretation only works for a specific type of pop, usually genre fiction. Any story in which tortured male leads eschew women in favour of male-male bonds (because female characters are constantly killed off, written sparsely, or written out, because the production team keeps casting their male buddies, because actors demand to keep having scenes with their bros, whatever) can become a sounder structure if you put one of them in a closet.
The gay interpretation is the natural consequence of shoddy misogynistic writing from ventures like Supernatural, Naruto, all the biggest hits. Itâs also the natural consequence of more benignly misogynistic writing like The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes or The Lord of the Rings, where women arenât necessarily rejected but are simply absent from the worlds of the protagonists. When the emotional crux of the story falls on male-male interactions, this reads as romantic because society at large priorities (definitively heterosexual) romance as the pinnacle of human connection. Two forces are in conflict, the primacy of heterosexuality (read as: romance) and the primacy of men.
Anyway. All that is to say that the typical gay or bisexual reading of male characters in pop fiction comes from a very real place. But, in some places, thatâs the default interpretation. Angst, insecurity, secrets, double lives, fatigue, disappointment, restrained passion, stunted personal growth, anyone living in the closet can tell you that it impacts and defines your whole life to know that you live in a way fundamentally incompatible with The Proper Way that life is structured around down to tax law and superstore prices (which assume a heterosexual nuclear family unit). Characters in fiction also tend to have personal problems because that makes them interesting and tasty.
If youâve grown up on stories with the specific type of misogyny that can be papered over with a closeted interpretation of the male leads, carrying this interpretation over to any male character will make sense more often than not. Even a bit of angst or insecurity? Well of course that makes sense if a character is closeted.
Except thatâs hurt a normal part of fiction, and sometimes the closeted interpretation takes away from the point of a character. If a male character is on another axis of marginalization, the closeted interpretation imposed by the slash reading community downplays or trivializes the effects of that marginalization in the plot by overwriting it with another type of marginalization. Alternately, sometimes a characterâs heterosexuality is a part of the story. There are some sorts of critiques or investigations of misogyny or masculinity that donât work if the character has an âopt outâ of the cisheteropatriarchal perspective. Not that gay/bisexual men arenât except from misogyny, but misogyny masculinity and heterosexuality are so tightly linked that it sort of defeats the point if you interpret that character outside of heterosexuality.
All that is to sayâthe closet interpretation is a quick and easy spice to apply to the weaker parts of action-adventure genre fiction to make it taste better. It draws from a large enough sample of art that itâs pretty widely applicable. Because of that, itâs part of some peopleâs [my] default interpretation package just because the semi-dull macho show at least gets less dull if you imagine thereâs a reason for there to be no girls besides simple hatred. That then forms its own problem where the interpretation that works with your average genre work gets then blanket-applied to all genre works and obscures the places where the closet interpretation doesnât fix the work, and actually makes it less interesting.
#kelsey rambles#Iâm as guilty of it as anyone.#just thinking about Johnny Storm and like. bisexual ass character. deeply bi guy. but.#what IF heâs just heterosexual. what then. wouldnât that almost beâŚmore interesting#if heâs Like That and not closeted? what twisty gnarled psychological torments would a good comic have to explain him#and on the other hand. that one post I saw about how miles/hobie totally misses the point that their relationship is about solidarity#spider-punk and spider-byteâs alliance with miles are the same thing and to read it as romantic erases the important part#and on a third hand. when speaking of milesâ story. the stupid fucked Bendis running joke/subtext with Ganke#to have Miles be gay would possibly take away from the messy and interesting part of his character that is being a person with nothing#to hide. a totally honest genuine straightforward kid who is forced to start a double life by an outside actor#but at the same time itâs dumb and a cop-out to throw in that much bait and that much of a genuinely charged tense friendship#and then go âlol jk. nothing to see hereâ#the other thing is the semi joke in atsv about âcoming outâ as spider-man#the most important thing about Miles having to hide is his relatively precarious position as a black kid. heâs not afforded the leniency#that Peter Parker would expect if he got unmasked. Miles is more cautious because he is in more danger because heâs Black#so to paint that struggle with the gay brush is to disregard the characterâs raison dâĂŞtre. while also#using that sort of language and structure deliberately puts a gay lens over that character and ignoring that or kicking it to the side#feels a bit cheap. to borrow the look and not the substance#way too many tags and itâs past my bedtime. thesis statement is:#miles morales is a character whose history is fraught with plenty of real gay subtext and whose character struggles are entirely divorced#from any sense of gender performance. heâs subtextually bi but thatâs got so little to do with his story that it feels almost wrong to read#that into him because there is so much other interesting stuff going on with him
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seeing a post with a time stamp that says 3 years ago and you just have to sit down for a sec. like god so much has happened and yet it feels like yesterday
#tater rambles#kotlc#<- ig it applies#HI THIS IS ABOUT SPICY FORBIDDEN GATORADE#smth smth how the night changes and how many ppl in those posts are#deactived inactive or just distant#like. ill tell somebody ab then and be like. yeah we were really riding the high of 2020 lockdown but it was really#just a bunch of mostly kids who were queer closeted lonely whatever latching onto a bunch of stuff#that was so utterly ridiculous and yet it still echos today#2020 kotlcblr u will always be famous i remember telling mellie kotlcblr will always feel like home or smth#anyways i was reading the posts while calling a friend and was like. wow this fundamentally changed me as a whole person thats crazy#a stupid post with a gif of molten glass has affected me in ways i cant name#even three years later i still look at those and wanna cry cause its been so long but it doesnt feel like it#ive never wanted to return to a time as badly as then even if it was covid and closeted and depressed we made a little family#sorry im being poetic ab a tumblr fandom again (does this weekly)
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#feeling really weird in my body tonight so im going back to bed#idk just.. have had gender and identity issues today. its just. a lot#like being ngc and not out of the closet cause i dont wanna talk about it is so exhausting and im just. yeah#not to mention the whole aroace thing#just been thinking a lot today. idk. i know im not faking any of it but bringing it out to ppl is just. so much sometimes#i have two irl friends who know. one thats thankfully very careful about it around other friends cause he knows im not out yet#but its still exhausting. especially when the conversation goes on those rails while undermining specifically my identities#without these ppl knowing about it. and i dont wanna talk about it cause technically its irrelevant but like..#idk. im just afraid of being left alone. being called awkward and weird and faking it and that its just a phase and... yeah idk#idk where this is going im just complaining now. i would just like to exist as myself without having to explain shit#cause these are terms and things i would have to explain. oh whats an agender? then why do you still look feminine and not enby(???)#how do you know youre ace if youve never dated? or aro?? as if these things dont work the other way around#im just already tired of it but i feel like eventually i should break it out. these ppl are my friends. we have a trans person in this grou#and ppl understand him and his perspective. i guess part of that is the thing im afraid about tbh. that they think im following a trend#or an example. that i havent been dealing with this for at least like five or six years before they came out as enby and later trans to us#but.. idk. its just hard. these identities are so hit and miss with ppl and them understanding and being hurtful later on#aaaand now im crying. this is so stupid im going to bed good night#night is an absolute mess on main#(tho be clear tho ive known im ace for over half of my lifetime now. the five to six years was about being agender/enby. fyi)
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why canât i just be a normal fucking person
#vent vent vent#rant rant rant#moi#feels#uh yeah#i donât know how many times iâve cried today but it was more than it shoudlve been#i know this isnât a productive or good way of thinking but i wish i was normal#yk cis neurotypical a more standard body type boring interests normal and well regulated emotions yk stuff like that? :â)#i hate that [she] hurt my feelings and barely apologized and iâm here thinking aboit apologizing for my feelings being hurt in the first#place. like fuck. why am i like this? if only i was neurotypical my reaction probably wouldnât have been so strong and i couldve hid that#i felt hurt at all and she wouldnât have known and i wouldnât have spent the entire lesson sitting there and being such a stupid fucking#heulsuse and i wouldve been able to go home and shower without taking 2 hours in the shower bc i was crying too much#and i wouldnât have a fucking headache right now because i wouldnât have cried#and it wouldnât have been an issue anyway because it woudlve never come up in the conversation because if i was cis i wouldnât even fucking#care (or maybe i would but it wouldnât hurt like it did) and i hate being in the closet honestly#i hate this cisheteronormative society so much because if it wasnât like that i wouldnât have to feel like this right now because the whole#cause would be gone#also fuck the mottokomittee for that stupid motto they came up with#this whole thing is making me want to not exist honestly like fuck all of this#and also. fuck k from that komitee especially i wouldnât be surprised if she came up with that supid motto. i mean she is the one who used#to be friends with that terf before she left so yk. fuck k. but like actually i donât know what to do#i wish i wasnât like this#and im so sorry to anyone reading this#i jeut really needed to let this all go and its kinda painful and idk what#to do anymore#i donât want to just miss part of the mottowoche later but i also really donât want to have to misgender myself in front of everyone in a#situation that will literally be filmed and watcged by almost the entire school#i hate this so much#like i dislike it as a motto on its own because its stupid and uncreative but also because its rly cisnormative and i hate it as a nonbinary#person because iâm in the closet and definitely not about to out myself over thsi motto but i also fucking refuse to do this
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The whole "go to sleep -> think about sh" thing is still happening. I know nobody was wondering, but it's bugging me. My blog anyways.
...
Well, we've gone too far past the "don't sh" territory that i don't think i actually ate all day.
(Owing to the shortness. No brain power probably and also i'm tired.)
And still. Without fail. The thought is there.
#100% ŃокŃĐľŃĐ˝ŃĐš дновник ĐťĐľĐ˛Ń ĐРЧĐТĐĐ#ed tw#sh tw#i dont think i'm adjusting well actually#every stupid little thing sets me off and its not even about me !!!#it's like i keep swinging between 'able to enjoy things like hobbies again' and just ... whatever this is.#it's not like ... look i exaggerate a lot ok. this is not moodswings. thats all. i'm fairly normal all things considered.#anyways i dont know !!!!!!!!!!!! what 2 do!!!!!!!!!#it took me all of guard season before i started really feeling comfortable with guard friends#but with this it's like... i guess i feel like i should know him already. and be ok with everything#well. i dont and i am not. i still feel trapped in the space i've been given.#and i dont get the impression that i'm wanted here really. more like i constantly feel like an intruder [...in my own house]#and it is NOT helping the 'executive functioning'(?) anxiety dysregulation either. i thought i was getting better but i guess today#proved me wrong in that regard. i don't remember what to liken it to.#i don't know. i was cursed with the ability to hear and it's stressing me out.#as always it comes back to being a little *too* self aware...#i know if everything was perfect it wouldnt be life or whatever but god i just want a place where i feel like i'm *safe*#take that how you will if you want.#what i mean by it is i'm tired of getting stuck because i'm scared of making a noise.#& im goddamn tired of being forced into the closet because of 1) of my circumstances (legally i cannot say)#2) the amount of anxiety i get over trying to (re-)come out to someone i KNOW isn't going to judge me in literally any way#well. i made my kofi page anyways. so maybe if i play my cards right top surgery will happen. i hope to fucking god it does >:[
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IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE! â GOJO SATORU
SYNOPSIS...you and gojo get into a fight after realizing that heâs been hiding something about your relationship the entire time
INFO...gojo x fem!reader, angsty, arguing, breaking up(?), not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
You slam the door to the penthouse, your heels clicking against the mahogany floors with each step. You toss your purse on the couch, hearing Gojo opening the front door and shutting it quickly. âBaby, please just listen to me.â He pleads, following after you.
âI donât wanna hear your bullshit excuse, Satoru.â You roll your eyes, plopping down on the edge of the bed to relieve your sore feet of the heels youâve been wearing all night to your boyfriends opening event heâs been planning for months now.
âIâm not trying to make excuses. Please.â He walks over towards you and toss your heel at him. âStop throwing shit and just talk to me!â
âYou donât get to tell me what to do!â You stand to your feet, glaring daggers at him. âDo you know how embarrassing that was for me? God, youâre a fucking asshole.â You seethe, narrowing your eyes. âI sat there all alone, while you let some woman feel up on you the entire night? Are you out your fucking mind?â You scoff.
âSheâs just an old friend, y/n. I swear I didnât mean to make you feel that way.â He shakes his head at you, grabbing onto your arms tightly.
âOh, yeah? So I when I came up and introduced myself as your girlfriend none of your friends were looking at me like I was crazy? I know weâve been only together for a year, Satoru, but thatâs fucking low.â You pull away from him. âThey didnât even know who I was. Then you got miss prissy bitch clearly flirting with you in front of me and you didnât do a damn thing to stop it!â You brush past him, stomping over towards the bathroom.
âSlow down, y/n! Babyââ
âIâm not your fucking âbabyâ, Satoru.â You gather all of your products from the bathroom, from your makeup and skincare to your clothes and shampoo.
âStop for just one second.â He spins you around so youâre facing him. âDonât leave. I swear youâre the only girl for me. I know I fucked up, I know I did. I embarrassed you, made you look stupid and I am so fucking sorry. But please do not leave.â He cups your face gently and his touch feels so inviting, but you can���t forgive him that easily. âI only want you. I only need you.â
You look up at him through your lashes, swallowing thickly as you bite the inside of your cheek. âShouldâve thought about that when you let her kiss your cheek and you smiled at her. Right in front of me. Get the fuck off of me.â You push him, rushing to grab your bag from the closet.
Gojo lets out a tired sigh, following you. He wasnât going to let you go. Not like this. âI shouldnât have let her near me.â
âWhy was she so comfortable with being that close to you, huh?â You question, furrowing your brows as you turn to look at him. âNow that I think about it. Let me guess, you two were more than just friends.â You stand to your feet, snatching your clothes off the hangers and shoving them into your bag. He looks at you, opening his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. And from the look in his eyes, you already knew the truth. A bitter laugh leaves your lips, shaking your head in disappointment.
âIt was before you! Before us! We never dated it was just a small thing between me and her!â He tried to explain. âBaby, I swear! Once I met you, everything changed. I cut her off and focused all my attention on you. Youâre the only who has my heart.â He grabbed your wrist only for you to pull away.
âClearly I ainât the only who whoâs got your dick, though.â You slam the closet door shut, turning your back towards him.
âDonât say that, y/n. Thatâs the first time Iâve seen her in years!â
âYeah? Well all your friends sure know about her. She mustâve been great in bed, Satoru. Me? Well, they looked at me like I was a fucking ghost!â You scoff. âLike I was some delusional bitch who came up to you and said I was your girlfriend!â You throw your hands up in disbelief. âYou must take me for fucking joke. It must be written on my forehead or something!â
âI donât take you for a joke! Youâre my goddamn girlfriend. You live with me. You have my initial around your fucking neck! I love you and you know that!â He takes a step towards you.
âDo I know that?â You ask aloud, cocking your head to the side.
âWhatâof course I love you. What the fuck are you saying?â He looked at you with pure confusion.
âYouâre a joke. One of your friends, Shoko, pulled me aside and told me the only reason you got with me is because your little fling ended up getting a boyfriend herself around the time we started dating. Youâre a piece of shit.â You revealed the truth to him, watching him stare at you blankly, lost for words. âThink I wouldnât find out?â You ripped off the necklace with his initial, tossing it at him.
âYes, I was upset that she got a boyfriend butââ
âSo you had feelings for her. And just to cover them up, you got with me as a distraction.â You step closer towards him. âListen to me, Satoru, donât ever try and contact me again, keep whatever fucking gifts you bought me and return them, sell them, do whatever because I am done,â you spoke through gritted teeth.
âNo, no, no, baby. You canât leave me. Yea I liked her before, but so fucking what? I was never in love with her, not like I am with you. I was too fucking stupid. I still am! Just give me another chance to fix this. I donât want us to end this way.â He grabs your packed bag from your hands and tosses it on the bed.
âLet me go, Satoru.â
âNo,â he shakes his head, âI canât. Youâre everything to me. Sheâs nothing compared to you.â He sniffles, holding your hands in his. âI love you so much and Iâm so sorry I didnât tell you the truth. Iâm sorry I embarrassed you. And Iâm sorry for entertaining the idea that she could even come close to you. She canât.â His hands cupped your face, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited to hear any words from you.
You reached up, pulling his hands away from your face. âBye, Satoru.â You walked past him, grabbing your bag off of the bed. As much as it hurt to leave, you knew you had to respect yourself. Time and space was what you needed to think. With each step out the door, you could hear Gojoâs sobs, something youâve never heard before in the year youâve been with him. For the strong, flashily and confident man he is, you never once thought youâd see or him break down. Especially not for you.
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seven minutes of misunderstanding â satoru gojo
of all the ridiculous situations you've found yourself in, being trapped in a closet with satoru gojo has to top the list. especially when you're convinced he's dating his best friend.
Of all the places you expected to end up tonight, being crammed in a tiny closet with Satoru Gojo wasn't one of them.
A stupid campus party game had somehow led to this momentâyou, him, and about fifteen winter coats in a space barely big enough for one person, let alone two.
You're painfully aware of every point where your bodies touch â your back against his chest as you try to avoid the hanging coats, his breath tickling your neck, his hand awkwardly hovering somewhere near your waist like he's not sure where to put it.
The closet is so small that when you attempt to turn around to face him (because somehow facing him seems less intimate than having his breath on your neck), your chest brushes against his.
You hear his sharp intake of breath, feel the way his body tenses against yours. You're so close to him in a way it makes your skin tingle, and you're grateful for the darkness hiding your blush.
"So..." Satoru drawls. "Come here often?"
"Did you seriously justâ" You try to gesture incredulously and end up elbowing him in the ribs with enough force to make him grunt. "Shit, sorry!"
You try to put some distance between you but that only results in you stepping on his foot. "Oh god, I'm so sorry! Again!"
"Justâdon't move," he says, his hands finally finding your shoulders to hold you still. You feel the warmth of his palms through your shirt as he clears his throat. "We could just... not do anything. Nothing has to happen if you don't want it to. We can just wait it out."
The consideration in his voice surprises you. You try to see his face in the darkness and end up with a mouthful of fuzzy coat. After spitting out what you hope isn't synthetic fur, you say, "That's really sweet of you. And like, I get it. This must be super awkward for you too."
"Awkward?" He sounds puzzled.
"Yeah, I mean... being stuck in here with a girl when you're..."
"When I'm what?"
"You know..." You wave your hand vaguely in the narrow space. "I just meant, like, with you and Geto..."
There's a moment of complete silence, and then Satoru starts laughing so hard you can feel him shaking against you. "You thinkâ me and Suguru? Oh my god, is that why you turned me down for lunch last month?"
"Wait, what? I thought you were just being nice! You're always hanging all over Getoâ"
"Because he's my best friend."
"And that time I saw you feeding himâ"
"He had a broken arm!"
"The couples' costume at Halloweenâ"
"We were Mario and Luigi! They are brothers."
Every explanation makes you want to dissolve into the floor more. "Oh my god," you say. "You know everyone on campus thinks you're gayânot that there's anything wrong with that! I totally support you two, you're so cute together andâ"
"Can you please stop," he interrupts, pressing a finger to your lips to silence you. "I am very, very interested in women."
Your heart skips. "Oh, really?"
"Yes." His voice drops lower as he removes his finger from your lips. "One woman in particular, actually." You can feel him lean closer. "And she's currently pressed up against me in a very small closet."
"Oh," is all you can manage, your brain short-circuiting as you process his words. You try to lean back slightly, but there's nowhere to go, and suddenly his face is very close to yours.
Then he asks a question you never thought Satoru Gojo would ever ask you. "Can I kiss you?"
The question is soft, almost vulnerableâso unlike the usual Satoru you know. When you don't immediately respond, too shocked to form words, his hand comes up to gently cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze in the darkness. "Can I kiss you?" he asks again, his thumb brushing across your lower lip.
A breathless "yes" escapes your lips before you can overthink it.
The first brush of his lips against yours is gentle, questioning, like he's afraid you might change your mind.
Then you grab his shirt and pull him closer, and gentle goes right out the window. He kisses like he's trying to prove a point, like he's been thinking about this for ages, and oh â maybe he has been.
His hands slide from your face to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss. You gasp against his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to sweep his tongue against yours, drawing a small sound from your throat that makes him grip you tighter.
"Still think I'm gay?" he says against your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck that make your knees weak.
"Not sure," you tease him, even as your head tilts back to give him better access. "Might need more convincing."
You feel him smile against your neck. "More convincing, huh?"
In one fluid motion, he presses you more firmly against the wall, his body completely flush against yours. One of his hands slides into your hair while the other grips your hip, thumb stroking the strip of skin where your shirt has ridden up.
"Let me be very clear then." He punctuates each word with a kiss. "I am veryâ" kiss "âveryâ" kiss "âinterestedâ" kiss "âin you."
His hand tightens in your hair as his tongue sweeps against yours, drawing a small whimper from your throat that makes him groan in response.
"God," he breathes against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"
You can't form a coherent response because he's already kissing you again, harder this time, more desperate. Something falls off a nearby shelf as you shift against him, but neither of you care.
You're so lost in each other that you don't hear the warning knock. The door flies open, flooding the space with light and the sounds of party chaos.
"God, finally!" Geto's voice breaks through the stunned silence. "Do you know how long I've had to watch him pine over you?"
"Suguru, I will literally murder you," Satoru growls, but he doesn't let go of you. Instead, he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Wanna leave this party?"
And oh, you do.
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The one where Toji gets a buzz cut.
Masterlist
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You dropped the grocery bags on the ground when you were greeted by your boyfriend.
But not out of excitement or happiness.
âNo! Your glorious hair!â You dramatically walked to him so you could take a closer look at the damage. Toji, being the evil man he was, laughed at your response. âWhat dâya think? I hated my hair covering my eyes while I was on missions so I tried something new.â
âSomething new? You look like a felon!â You groaned as your hands roamed around his scalp, hoping for a miracle that would grow his hair back.
âAlright, thatâs too far. I thought chicks dug this look.â
âNot on you! Maybe some weirdo that doesnât look like an assassin for hire.â
âBut I am one.â
âThatâs besides the point, Toji. Youâve hurt me. By cutting off your hair youâve also cut off any ties you had with me.â You sulk.
Toji was starting to feel self conscious even when he knew the adjustment phase would go away. âDo I really look that bad, doll?â
âNo, but-â
âThereâs a but? Okay, thatâs it, Iâm not touching you from now on. Since I look so bad, you can come to me when you find me attractive.â Okay this was turned into a real argument and you started to get agitated too.
âFine! Letâs see whoâll last longer.â
Toji simply scoffed and walked back into his man cave.
Who knows how long you guys were planning to do this for?
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A long time. You both can go without touching each other for a long time. It had been a week and a half without any physical intimacy but the relationship was normal, you both spoke about anything and everything. Neither of you were showing signs of caving in (or were just that good at hiding it).
It was a quiet afternoon. Toji was out buying some last minute ingredients for dinner and you were starting to miss him. And as much you hated to admit, the buzz cut was growing on you. Just the other day you had to fan yourself when you saw Toji doing pushups where he looked like an underground fighter prepping for his next match.
To distract yourself you decided to spend your time calling your friend instead. You put her on speaker while you organized your closet.
âGirl, what do you mean itâs ugly? Itâs all the rage right now.â
âI know. I hated it when he first got it and now all I can think about is pouncing on him. Ugh, I hate myself.â
âYou live together. Just go touch him, you fool.â
âNo, Iâll lose and I canât lose to him. Heâs always winning bets between the two of us.â
The conversation went on for a few more minutes until your friend had some urgent business to attend to.
You turned around to grab the rest of clothes and shrieked when you saw a tall figure standing in the door way.
It was Toji. âDid you hear everything?â
âIâve been here since you admitted that my haircut was hot. Do what you will with that info.â
You sighed as you sat down on the bed. âI guess that means you win.â He could tell you were pouting even when you were turned away from him. He smiled at your childishness and gathered you in his arms and made you lay on top of him as he laid down on the bed. âThere, you won.â
âNo, it doesnât work like that. I admitted that I wanted you first so youâre still the winner.â
âThen youâll be happy to know Iâve been thinking about pouncing on you since the day I got my haircut. I wanted to do it out of spite cause I knew youâd cave in but then we made that stupid bet.â
âUgh, Iâm so stupid. You do not look bad at all, Toji. In fact, you look like a hot felon. The type of felon that has a girlfriend who visits him.â You mumbled as you played with the collar of his t-shirt.
âUhuh, and does she do overnight visits?â He then started attacking your face with kisses as you start giggling.
It was you and your hot felon against the world.
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Me, You, and Baby, Too
Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.
Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also đ¤ˇđźââď¸), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant
A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! 𤪠Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) đ¤ ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen
There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:Â Â
âGood.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
âLong.âÂ
âMy knees are killinâ me.âÂ
âTommy did somethinâ fuckinâ stupid again.âÂ
âBetter now that Iâm home with you.âÂ
So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone.Â
âHey, honey. How was your day today?â You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you.Â
âPretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.âÂ
You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didnât drop it in shock.Â
Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.
Not floor plans.Â
Not timelines for the project.
Not something stupid that Tommy did.Â
Not even what he had done today on the job.Â
The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby.Â
You and Joel had always agreed that youâd wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didnât want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, youâd both know it.Â
But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldnât help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day.Â
Youâd brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasnât the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay. Â
But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies werenât just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too.Â
âAwh, really?â You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him.Â
âYeah.â He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, âThe family weâre startinâ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadnât had time to work on fixinâ things.âÂ
âSo theyâre already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?â You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass.Â
âCheap labor.â Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, âNah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runninâ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilinâ and laughinâ at everything.âÂ
You were glad Joelâs arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasnât, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby.Â
âWell a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.â You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest.Â
âYeah.â Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke.Â
âYou okay?â You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out.Â
Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out. Â
âHoney, what is it?â You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin.Â
âI want one.âÂ
You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said.Â
âW-what?âÂ
âI want one. A baby. I- I know itâs been a while since weâve talked about it, but Iâve been thinkinâ about it a lot, and seeinâ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldnât stop picturinâ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.âÂ
If you werenât a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now. Â
An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality.Â
âJoel⌠Really?âÂ
âYeah, really. Nothinâ I want more. I know I ainât gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know youâll be sucha good mom, and Iâll be damned if I donât want some tiny lil versions of us runninâ around. Couldnât think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ainât talked about in a while, and if ya arenât ready yet thatâs okay but I-âÂ
Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear.Â
You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin.Â
âYou wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?âÂ
âFuck-â Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.
ââCause thereâs nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.â You smirked, looking up to watch Joelâs eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak.Â
âJesus fuckinâ Christ-â He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. âYou- fuck, you sure, baby?âÂ
âMhmmmm. Donât think Iâve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,â you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, âthat I think we should go make one right now.âÂ
Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness.Â
Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs.Â
You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans.Â
He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby.Â
âJesus Christ, baby girl, look at âcha.â Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. âHavenât even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlinâ?âÂ
Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation. Â
âF-fuck- Itâs all for you, b-baby.â You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants.Â
âPrettiest fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever seen.â Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. âWants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?âÂ
âP-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.â You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs.Â
âI will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure youâre nice nâready for me. âCause once we start, I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill I knock you up.âÂ
With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only-Â
To get you pregnant. Â Â
Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic.Â
You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm.Â
âJ-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, Iâm c-close. Donât stop, please, donât stop.â You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joelâs fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line.Â
With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami.Â
As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good.Â
Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didnât stop.Â
Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way.Â
As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms.Â
Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldnât think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted.Â
âJ-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.âÂ
You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joelâs cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache.Â
Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you.Â
âPlease, what, darlinâ?â Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for.Â
âNeed to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.â You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck.Â
With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix.Â
Joel couldnât help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core.Â
âChrist, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take.â Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in.Â
âJoel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.â You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting.Â
Joelâs fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each otherâs muffled moans with each snap of Joelâs hips.Â
âYeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryinâ our kid?â Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many youâd let him give you, because fuck, heâd keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give.Â
Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again.Â
âYes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.â You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joelâs broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joelâs heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly.Â
Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth.Â
âThatâs it, darlinâ, I know youâre close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear tâgod, youâll be drippinâ outta me for days. So fuckinâ full that Iâll get you pregnant right now.â Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible.Â
âJoel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, Iâm gonna- fuckfuckfuck-âÂ
Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joelâs cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body.Â
While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you.Â
âThatâs my girl. Thatâs it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, Iâm gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste.Â
He couldnât help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath.Â
Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow heâd have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasnât going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you.Â
Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him.Â
 âJoel, baby, I love you but youâre kinda squishing me.â You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs.Â
âFuck meâŚâ Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter.Â
âJoel, stop! That tickles!â You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin.Â
âDonât laugh so damn hard, or all my hard workâs âbout to come out!â Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer.Â
âStop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think weâll be okay.â You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter.Â
âBaby, I donât think Iâve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.â Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldnât contain his excitement about something. âGod, I love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Joel.âÂ
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin.Â
âYouâre gonna make such a good mom. Iâm the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.âÂ
âJoel! Youâre gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.â You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes.Â
âYeah, what a jerk, your husband tellinâ you how much he loves you.â He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joelâs face scrunch in a calculated concentration. âHow big of a crib you think I gotta make? I donât know âbout a rockinâ chair, but a crib canât be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.âÂ
âHoney, I donât even know if Iâm pregnant yet, you donât need to have a crib built tomorrow.â You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting.Â
âSweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill we know thereâs a baby in there.â He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, âSo you better get comfortable, âcause if itâs up to me, there ainât a chance in hell weâre gettinâ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."
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