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heyhihellosworld · 2 years ago

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𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸…𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 5k

Summary: You meet your childhood friend Mason again after not seeing him for long.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst?? maybe teeny tiny if you squint with closed eyes

Notes: Sorry for not posting in long, didn't really feel inspired but I found this idea interesting and tried it yk. This is from a prompt I got suggested so I did this, don't know what I think of it but the idea was fun. It got a bit weird and probably pretty drastic but yeah... Also couldn't find the request but hope it's okay and thank you for it!

"Who did you say again?" You asked you father who sat lazily in the kitchen chair. He wasn't really focused on you, scrolling down on his computer whilst his eyes fleeted across the screen

"Dad" you repeated, rolling your eyes as he looked up at you sheepishly "What did you say? Sorry sweetie I'm a bit into this"

"I asked who it was that were coming for dinner" you repeated with a soft smile "Ah, Mason. You remember him?"

You nodded through a deep breath "Well he is coming to discuss how we are going to put it up this season" he explained

"Remind me again what you are gonna do with him?"

Your father chuckled at your bored tone, shaking his head at you "I am going to be his agent" "Wow that sound so much fun!" you squealed sarcastically but your father only laughed at you. "It's gonna be fun" he promised with a smile.

"I know you didn't get along with him too well when you were kids but I'm sure you have come over that by now, right?" he asked pointedly, giving you that look he always did when he wanted a certain answer. "Yes dad it's all fine" you murmured, your eyes rolling again "You know you would be much more credible if your eyes didn't roll that much" he smiled at you causing you to laugh, "I can't help it"

"Anyway, I'm going to the library"

"Okay, see you tonight then, dressed formally, don't be late"

"Wait" you stopped, looking at him "Do I need to be a part of this dinner?" you asked with horror, his laugh booming in the room "Of course y/n, you promised you would, don't you remember?"

"I do not" you whined, hanging your head "It's gonna be fine, I think he is bringing someone too" "Fine" you grumbled taking your bag "Be here at six!"

You felt slightly weird as you sat on the kitchen counter waiting for your guests. You had met Mason before but that was many years ago, when you had both been kids and your parents had gotten together for dinner and drinks as the friends they were. You went along good when you were like really small but then it became weird, at least for you.

Mason grew and changed especially in your eyes and your crush became more and more noticeable and the older you got the more you kept away from him, excusing yourself from the dinners to go with some friends or a birthday party. Now you hadn't seen him, except from on the tv, in over seven years.

"Thank you for being here y/n, it really means a lot and even if I know they are our friends and all I am still nervous"

You chuckled at your dad who where running around to fix the last minute details. You had helped him cook when you'd arrived back home from the library and everything was set.

"It's gonna be fine, Mason loves you he would never change his mind" you assured, fixing the napkins and lighting the lights.

The doorbell rang through the house making you both perk up. "Can you open it please, I just need to run to the office to get all the papers and forms"

"Ugh fine" you groaned, turning on your heel to get to the door.

A deep breath, in and out

You unlocked and opened the door to be met by Tony, standing at the door with a huge smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Y/N! It's so lovely to see you again, you look wonderful" he gushed, engulfing you in a sweet hug and handing you the flowers as you welcomed him in.

"Thank you Tony, they are beautiful" you smiled, showing him into the kitchen where your father had re-appeared. "Mason is just on my tail, he took his own car from the facility" Tony explained just as the doorbell went off yet again.

Your eyes rolled as your father looked at you with a pleading look but you went to open anyway. You almost choked as you opened the door, head snatching back to look up at Mason. It looked like the words caught in his throat too, his eyes fleeting over you, blinking slowly as if to gather what he was seeing.

"Y/n?" he asked in disbelief making you chuckle, tongue poking out from the side of your lips

"Yeah, good to see you again Mason"

You tried to sound polite, moving to the side so he could walk into the house but he didn't move but stayed put, still looking at you. "Wow-uh you look..." your eyebrows raised at his words, anticipating what he would say. You could actually see wheels turn in his head as he tried to rack his brain for the right thing to say.

"..grown" he finally let out, his eyes widened at his stupid words and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at him. "Well, thank you" you said sarcastically the panic fleeting around in his eyes and it was all more amusing "No, I didn't mean grown... I mean you look... big..."

Your eyebrows raised once again and his eyes widened even more as he heard his own words "No no no no no, not like that... I just mean you look a lot older... no... fuck!" he exclaimed in annoyance of his lack of conversing skills and you couldn't keep yourself from laughter anymore.

"It's okay, I think I get what you mean" you chuckled, gesturing with your hand for him to move into the house. He dropped his head with an annoyed look on his face, striding towards you and the door "You look great" he sighed as he walked past you causing a grin to make it up to your face as you catched up with your fathers who sat in the living room.

"Mason! It's so good to see you"

The dinner was boring, you were sitting next to Mason as he conversed with your father most of the time. Your father loved his agent job but you never realized how anybody could, it felt boring. To be someone else's fixer, nothing for you.

They discussed all kinds of stuff for the upcoming partnership, but it didn't take long enough to cover the whole dinner so when it was over the topic-to your horror- was you

"So y/n, what do you do now?" Tony asked politely

"Well, I'm still studying" you smiled hoping that would be it but of course it wasn't

"Oh right, what are you studying again?" "I'm studying law" you hummed, trying to eat away the attention on you.

"So do you still live at home or do you have your own apartment? Maybe you live with that boyfriend?" Tony continued and you looked up at your father with a discreet but warning look, but he didn't want to meet it. Knowing you didn't like this attention even from a friend as Tony.

You could feel Mason's eyes on you as well and it stirred something inside of you. It was like the old bubbly feeling you'd had around him as a kid came crippling back and it wasn't welcomed. But who were you kidding. If you'd liked 16 year old Mason 24 year old Mason was not kidding around.

"Well I do have my own apartment" you answered "And I live alone"

"Oh? I thought I heard that you lived with your boyfriend?" Tony continued "I did" you confirmed, feeling immensely uncomfortable with Mason's eyes practically burning into you. "But I moved out when we broke up"

"Oh, sorry I didn't know you'd broken up"

You smiled at the older man "It's okay" you assured, swallowing big to drown out the awkward silence that'd settled around the table.

"Well that's a shame, he was a lovely boy" he tried to soothe but all you did was hum in response, not really wanting to go into detail about just what a lovely boy your ex is.

"Anyway, Mason!" You exclaimed, desperate to move to the next topic. You ignored his widened eyes and smiled sweetly at him "How is your ball going?" He stifled a chuckle at you "My ball? You mean my football?"

"Yeah that's what I said" you muttered, eyes rolling as your dad chuckled at you

"Just talk" you muttered under your breath so only he could hear and he did

"Well it's going shit" he smiled sickly sweet and you couldn't help but to laugh under your breath "Oh I'm sorry" you smiled, his eyes rolling at your sarcasm.

"Yeah you sound so"

"It's not going shit Mason" Tony scolded "It's just not the right time right now"

"That's just a nice way of saying it's going shit" Mason muttered

"I always thought you were the key in Chelsea" you mused, remembering how cockily he'd told you last summer over text when you'd catch up for a barbecue dinner with the rest of his family but he hadn't shown because of a game or training or whatever.

"Y/n, don't be rude" your father tried but he didn't look that mad. "I'm sorry just confused because I remember he told me so clearly last summer" Mason looked at you between narrowed eyes, putting a spoonful into his mouth "It's not just me that's shit everything is shit right now" he defended

"Okay okay, I'm only joking with you but I'm truly sorry if it's hard at the moment, I have seen some of the comments on social media and they are not exactly nice so, I am sorry"

He gave you a quick nod to acknowledge, noting that it was fine. "You should come to a game soon y/n" Tony suggested "And see a shit team?"

You chuckled at your own comment before apologizing to the bitter boy "no I'm sorry, it was a joke" you grinned, patting his thigh reassuringly which only made him grunt

The rest of the dinner went smooth, you mostly sat out and listened to your father and Tony converse, only needing you to grunt and hum every now and then.

You didn't pay much attention anymore, thinking about the evening you were gonna have at home. Maybe you should grocery shop? Or watch a movie? Or both... you were ripped from your thoughts as you felt Mason's hand grip your thigh firmly.

Your head snapped up to him but he didn't look at you, instead humming at something your father had said.

You felt hot under his hand, feeling the need to squirm. "What are you doing?" you whispered at him, glaring into his mischievous eyes

"What? You don't like it?"

"That was not the question, it was: What are you doing"

"I'm touching your thigh, is that not okay?"

"Depends on your intentions" you answered to which he only chuckled. The tension was thick, it had been all evening, just from the second he'd looked you over on the doorstep.

"Don't tell me that the little girl inside of you isn't dying from her girl crush right now" he grinned, a part of you wanting to smack that grin off his face but the other one wanted to take him upstairs and fuck him.

You couldn't help but chuckle "oh she is dying, but the grown woman y/n is debating whether to crush your hand or not"

"Ohoh kinky" he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at your rolling eyes

"So you're telling me that the little boy Mason didn't care for me but grown Mason... gets a boner with his hand on my thigh?" you asked, not being able to unsee the bulge in his jeans.

"Noo, not exactly" Mason hummed, looking over the table again "Young Mason had boners all the time and there are no difference to grown Mason"

You couldn't help but to chuckle at the weird conversation, moving your own hand to his thigh.

Your eyes were stuck at his hand, fingers gently digging into your thigh. "You like my fingers?" Mason asked amusedly, loving the way you looked at him and the way your fingers brushed up his thigh.

"No" you deadpanned, you voice as quite as possible as to not be too obvious with your fathers right across from you.

"Hmm, that's a shame, most people do"

You narrowed your eyes at him "Do you really think I will get turned on with you throwing other women you've fucked in my face?"

He looked unsure for a second at your raised eyebrows and deadpan expression. "Uh-probably that isn't the best way to go huh?"

"I don't know how it usually works, but it doesn't work for me" you hummed amused, looking up into his sparkling eyes

"Well usually it doesn't matter what I say because they still bend over for me at the end of the day" he shrugged, casing your eyes to roll. "Cocky asshole, it won't be that easy, if that's even what you want"

"Well, I mean it's what i've wanted to do since we were kids" he pondered, looking down at your hand that rubbed gently over his thigh.

"Well then you just gotta keep on dreaming" you smiled sweetly, your hand creeping up over his crouch, squeezing his length through his jeans before smirking at him, pushing his hand off and standing up from the dinner table.

"Well this has been lovely but I need to go home, I have early work" you excused

"Ah right sweetheart, how are you coming home?" your father asked standing up to hug you. "Well.. walk?" you suggested

Your father scoffed at you "not a chance at this hour"

"But dad! I don't wanna take an expensive cab" you whined but you knew you wouldn't win this fight, he would never let you walk alone this hour and you honestly didn't want to either.

"I can drive you home if you'd like" Mason offered politely, standing up from the chair as well. You didn't have the time to object before your father answered "Ah that would be awesome Mason! Thank you!"

You stopped yourself from groaning out loud but pressed on a polite smile. "How nice of you" you sarcastically smiled at him, he didn't really care though, a huge grin making it's way over his face.

You said goodbye to the older men heading out to Mason's fancy car. "For going shit you sure do get a lot of money huh?"

He didn't answer, just sent you a cheeky wink as you settled in the car. "It's sexy huh?"

"It is" you hummed in agreement, leaning back into the comfortable seat.

The tension was thick, edging on unbearable but at the same time it was exciting.

Mason didn't look at you, concentrating on the road but you couldn't help to look at him. His eyes stuck ahead of him, one arm resting in his lap and his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

"So" you began, trying to break the thick tension. "I know you said it's going shit... but a lot has happened with the club right?"

"Wow are you hanging on to the news?" Mason smiled, throwing you a quick playful look "Well no but dad does, can't stop talking about you.. I think he has a crush" Mason laughed, shrugging his shoulder "well yeah, they've switched owners of the club, and our manager's been sacked"

"Aha, so it's not only on you?" "No, I guess no but it's really not been my season you know" he sighed making you take pity on him a little

"I'm sure it's not that bad" You promised but the shake off his head showed that he didn't seem to agree with you. "You should've seen me these last couple of weeks, hideous" he gruffed

"I have seen" you hummed making him turn to you for a second before looking back on the road

"I don't know shit about football so I can't really say anything but it has been looking stiff, maybe a bit slow? Confused? But that's the whole team, not you"

"Have you been watching my games?" he grinned smugly, your eyes rolling at his cockiness. "Yeah"

"Really?" he laughed, delighted by the idea "Calm down, it's been on the tv and dad has more or less forced me to"

"Still, you've watched it"

"Yeah yeah" you sighed as he rolled up outside of your apartment complex parking up and turning the engine off.

It felt natural to bee with him like this, even though the tension was still apparent it was comfortable in a way. It was easy.

You chewed on the inside of your chin, contemplating what you should say or do, feeling a bit weird just leaving him now.

"So, it was really nice to see you again" Mason beat you to it, smiling stiffly

You looked down, your eyes fleeting around before landing on his

"Do you wanna come in?" you asked, eyes never leaving his, watching as his lips turned upwards in a genuine smile "Sure" he smiled, quickly popping out his key and jumping out of the car.

You felt a bit stiff leading him through the building and into your apartment but as soon as the door clicked close and you turned to look at him again it disappeared.

You watched as he stepped out of his shoes and walked into the apartment with big eyes

"Wow it's honestly a very nice apartment" he hummed, looking around in the area. It was indeed a very nice apartment, you were proud of it. Big windows showing the city and nicely put together.

"Not to sound rude but how did you afford this place?" he asked astonished, turning his head too look at you "Ah you know, I worked" you shrugged

"Where??"

"In a strip club" you joked, his eyes making a double take between you and the roof decoration "What??"

"hey why are you so surprised, you don't think I would be able to work in a strip club" you asked slightly offended

"Sure you could've" he chuckled, throwing his arm around you "Just didn't expect you to"

"Well I don't, I work in a restaurant and it honestly wasn't as expensive as it looks" you shrugged, tugging off your shoes and jacket before re-joining him in the living room.

He turned to you, licking his lips as you stared up at him intently

"What do you want?" he asked lowly, looking you up and down subtly. "What do you think I wanted by inviting you up here?" you challenged, loving the way he reacted to your words, eyes sparkling and lips turning into a smirk.

"I think you wanted me to do what young us dreamed of"

You didn't answer him, just watched as he came closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you close before smashing his lips against yours.

It was heated and aggressive, teets and tongue clashing together. You pulled tightly on his hair, his fingers digging into your hips letting you feel everything of him.

You started to walk him backwards, following him with your lips on his as you led him to the bedroom.

"Yeah?" he smirked, pulling back to breathe for a second

"If you want ofcourse" you hummed, pushing him down on the edge of the bed "of course I do" he smiled, guiding you to sit on his lap.

You smiled, kissing his jaw and down his shoulder before sitting straight and dragging off your top. He followed your example, ripping the t-shirt he was wearing of his gorgeous body.

Your eyes trailed his body with lust, fingertips tracing the handsome torso, following his muscles and ripples. Before you knew it he had unclasped your bra and popped your jeans button up, pushing you to stand to take them off which you did, watching as he did the same.

When he had discarded his jeans he went to you again, attacking you with a hot kiss as he lifted you up from the ground, gently laying you down on the bed as you giggled at his behavior, scotching up to the pillows.

He crawled over you, kissing up your body, stopping at your breasts. He completely drank you in, peppering you with kisses and love. "You look beautiful, so fucking beautiful" he grunted out, his breath tickling your skin.

You felt like you were on fire as he licked over your nipple, back arching into his mouth, every part of you begging him to touch you where you needed him to.

You grabbed his hand, leading it down your body to your panties, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He swallowed hard dropping his head slightly before locking eyes with you again.

"Yeah? That's what you want?"

You nodded closing your eyes as you felt his hand creep over your panties. "You want me to touch you here huh?" he teased, dipping one finger inside of your panties, stroking the skin there before taking it back.

"Yes" you breathed, eyes begging him and he didn't have it in him to resist you. His hands pulled your panties down, you kicked them off your feet as his hand finally made contact with you.

He teased you slowly, one finger dipping inside of your folds, dragging it up and down before slowly circling your clit.

It didn't take long before he let one of his fingers slide into you, your eyes closing at the pleasure.

"Mhm" Mason huffed happily, loving to watch how you took his finger

He soon added another one, slowly moving them in and out before he was done teasing. He looked at you with a crooked smile as he slid his fingers in again, keeping them buried within you before he started to crook them in a furious pace, your mouth dropping open and eyes closing.

"Fuck, fuck, ah fuck" was the only words that could leave your mouth as he continued to flick his fingers, his fingertips pressing at the right spot against your walls. It was almost too much, your body moving by itself as he grinned at you, taking pleasure and joy in how your body writhed and the sounds you let out.

"Yeah?" he smirked at you increasing his speed even more, your eyes closing shut at the impact "Mhmm" you mumbled out groaning as his thumb began to circle your clit. "Does that feel good?"

You didn't answer him in words just hummed and mumbled something as you bucked into his hand "Mhmm I bet it does" he murmured, his eyes gawking at you, drinking you in.

"Close" you managed to choke out just in time before your orgasm racked through your body. You jerked under him, your legs shaking as you came down from your high finally opening your eyes to meet his.

He was dangling his face straight over yours. His brown eyes sparkled, his mouth in a soft smile. You felt almost dizzy, a lazy smile meeting his. "You where right, I do like your fingers"

Mason laughed at you, dipping down to kiss you again as you regained clarity and energy. He grinned as you flipped around straddling his waist.

He fixed his position, sitting up against the headboard. This time you took more control, kissing him hungrily, messy and sloppy.

"I know I said I wanted to do this when we were kids but honestly i'm very happy we didn't"

You raised your eyebrows at him as a sign to explain further as you pushed your hand inside of his boxers, softly wrapping your hand around him, stroking him at a slow pace.

"Well now I know I am good and that I at least can hold out for more than 30 seconds"

You chuckled against his lips, brushing yours over his "well then I'm glad too" "Oh really? So 30 seconds isn't enough for you, you're so demanding"

"If you cum in 30 seconds I will be deeply disappointed, especially now when you promised you were good"

"Fuck, maybe I shouldn't have said anything"

You giggled again, kissing him sweetly, "Just fuck me and we will be fine"

He smiled down at you, even sitting in the slumped position he did made him taller than you, he had really grown a lot.

"Well I think you are on top right now so I think you should take the first step"

You pursed your lips at his smart comment, speeding up on your movements, taking satisfaction in the way his tongue came out to wet his lips and how he starts to breathe quicker.

You pushed his boxers down completely pecking his lips sweetly.

You reached up a little, sitting on your knees as you ran his dick through your folds before you sank down on him slowly.

You couldn't help but whine at the stretch but the thing you were most focused on was his face. He looked utterly beautiful as his mouth dropped open, eyes watching you take him more and more and small huffs of air leaving his mouth. His hair was already messy on his forehead but it looked even better like that.

His hands stopped on your hips, helping you create the pattern he wanted. "Shit you take me so good" he groaned, eyes still watching where you were connected.

You tried your best to keep up his pace, the feeling striking through you every time you moved but your legs felt like giving up already. "Fuck, my legs don't work" you panted out, hinting on him to take over. "Is that a lame excuse for making me fuck you?" he chuckled breathy. "No" you breathed and he took pity on you as your legs begun to shake, holding you still whilst moving to fuck up into you instead. Your head landed in his neck, sucking some deep marks there as he picked up the pace. "Fuck, my legs don't work" you panted out, hinting on him to take over. "Is that a lame excuse for making me fuck you?" "No" you breathed and he took pity on you as your legs begun to shake, holding you still whilst moving to fuck up into you instead. Your head landed in his neck, sucking some deep marks there as he picked up the pace.

His mouth was right next to your ear, moaning softly as you used the energy you had left in your legs to move back onto him, meeting his quick hard thrusts. You did all you could to hold back on your sounds but it was close to impossible as he hit that perfect spot inside of you making you climb higher and higher to your climax.

Your eyes closed, mouth still keeping busy at his sensitive skin, using it as a distraction from your independent orgasm. "fuck you feel to fucking good" he mumbled in your ear, sucking your earlobe into his mouth as you let out a whine. The friction was too good and it felt like you were about too explode.

"Fuck Mase" you whined eyes struggling to open as he continued to hit the right spot. "Please" you whined not really knowing for what but for something.

"Fuck baby, keep squeezing me like that and I will come in a second" he grunted, not letting up the pace he had created.

Grunts started to escape his mouth and he quickly pulled out, panting in your ear. He flipped you over to your back, gently laying you back against the pillows. You giggled as your hair tangled in front of your face, his hands coming out to push it out of your face, smiling as he met your eyes again.

His lips met yours sweetly as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder.

He made eye contact with you before slowly entering you again, relishing in the way your eyes fluttered and back arched as he bottomed out. "Fuck, I won't hold on for too long" he grunted but you didn't care as you could feel your own orgasm picking up just where it was before.

"It's okay" you breathed out. It felt almost hard when you couldn't bury your face in his neck anymore. There where nowhere to distract yourself and nowhere to hide your sounds. You threw your head back, Mason nipping on your neck instead, one of your hands on his hip, digging into his flesh whilst the other on was gripping his shoulder tightly.

"Mase" you whined but this time he seemed to understand as his hand moved down your body and to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

It felt like you were floating, your eyes fluttering and back arching more and more for every thrust.

"Ah fuck!" You groaned as he angled just right. "Let go y/n. Fuck-let go"

You moaned out loud as you felt yourself losing grip of reality, his thrusts speeding up before faltering. "Fuck" he grunted as he too let go. You saw stars behind your eyelids as you came down from your high, his hips slowly stilling completely inside of you whilst you both panted harshly.

"Fuck" he whispered, pulling out of you carefully. He dangled his face over yours, grinning stupidly as he kissed you softly

"I hink it was worth the wait"

"Mhm" you smiled, not really having the energy to say anything more but he seemed to understand, flipping down beside you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to him. You already felt asleep, smiling lazily at his sweetness.

"You're really amazing you know" he whispered in your ear making you chuckle lowly "you are too Mase"

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hockeyspiral23 · 23 days ago

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2024 fic writer end of year round up!

I was in theory tagged by both @siobhanbooks and @softodettes so let's go.

(if you see this and want to participate ... this is your tag)

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

... a whole lot. 179,849.

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

Officially it's 9, although ttios is like 98% done (despite being only about a quarter published).

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

Two. the truth in our scars and agony brings no reward ... the first which will finish up in ... March, I believe? And the second which is essentially finished but am leaving open-ended just in case inspiration strikes for more.

4. What was your favourite thing you wrote?

Oh, this is a good question. Knee jerk reaction is to say victory is all you need because it is my BABY and the first long-form piece I've ever finished, but in terms of a piece that I still reread often, it might have to be The Backup Plan.

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

... I actually enjoy playing around with different styles, but I have to mention three in particular:

The Backup Backup Plan because it is solely dialogue

karma is a cat (purring in my lap 'cause it loves me) because it has NO dialogue

unrequited which is probably the truest answer to this because it is angsty and I do not consider myself a Writer of Angst.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

The Backup Plan blew up more than I ever expected it to. And learning that I wrote a fictional proposal that people are hoping their real life significant others live up to? I'm still not sure how I feel about that ...

I'm also a touch surprised to the reception to the truth in our scars even though I shouldn't be - I've noticed that people in the Empyrean fandom tend to prefer in-canon works as opposed to (more modern) AUs, but it's still a little jarring experiencing it.

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

... I don't know if it's one that I *love* per se, but I really feel like In the Cordyn Aerie is extremely underrated ... probably because it deals with a very underrepresented/underexplained aspect of the series (the gryphons).

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

@essjaywrites and her cat!Xaden drawing prompted me to finally finish karma is a cat.

In general, I adore @jmoonjones's sassy Andarna.

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

So many, but I still have to do my OG shoutouts to @skyfallscotland and @justallihere for inspiring me to start writing in the first place. And Amy's The State of Rider-Flier Relations is how ttios even came about because I couldn't get the idea of scar mates out of my damn head.

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

... I don't even know. Most of the fandom, probably. So many other wonderful Empyrean authors have been mentioned, but I'm going to tag a couple of the more underrated ones in @lizardsrunfast, @lovemedarkly29, and @thoughtsaboutshows.

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

I did not. I ... don't know if I could let myself collab due to my own particular writing neuroses, tbh ...

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

That I even started writing and posting to begin with. That I not only was able to write a whole bunch of fun little drabbles, but that I wrote not one, but TWO full-length fics (because ttios is like 99% done). That I put myself out there.

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

That shitty first drafts are actually helpful. That there's no one way to write. That it's really good to stick to your instincts, and it's okay to sit on something for a few days. That cooking is surprisingly great for coming up with ideas.

14. Any advice you’d like to share with new or aspiring writers?

... first and foremost, write for you. It's something that I still need to yell at myself for. Kudos and comments are wonderful (and I live for them), but ultimately, they don't define worth.

To just start writing. That it doesn't have to be anything good - just write. That there's no one way to write. That we all have our own wonderful writing voices and you just have to find yours. Also, that you don't have to just stick to one voice. I have so much fun playing in different styles. It's also a great way to grow.

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

... somehow manage to adapt IF for the second soul-scarred work. It's currently a terrifying proposition (even though I do have a few scribbled thoughts). Get way out of my comfort zone by working on the These Cursed Ships project. Finally wring out the song parody idea I have out of my brain.

If we're not talking writing ... paint something. Seriously get back into drawing. Finish a few of my never-ending sewing projects.

#fanfic author #end of year round up

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peachdues · 1 year ago

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PEACH'S 2K MILESTONE EVENT

Hello, friends!

First of all, thank you all so much for helping me reach 2,000 followers. When I started this blog back in June, I never imagined my writing would reach so many of you, and I am so, so grateful to each and every one of you.

To celebrate, I'm hosting a milestone event that is open to all of you. You may start submitting requests as soon as you see this, but I will start writing for it tomorrow (9/4).

Some ground rules

First, I will accept requests for any KNY character, but I reserve the right to decline to do certain prompts if I feel uncomfortable with them.

Second, I'm sorry, but I will not write for Muzan or Douma, or really any of the upper moons. The only one I'm willing to write for is Akaza.

Third, if you submit a request for a prompt, please include the prompt itself, and the character you are requesting. If the prompt is one of those that can be either NSFW or SFW, please make sure to clarify that as well!

Finally, please be patient! I do work full time, I have a honeymoon next month I'm planning for, and I'm all-around busy. I will answer as quickly as I can!

Without further ado!

PROMPT REQUESTS

There are two components to this milestone -- the first is a prompt request. You may submit a request from the following prompts (smut, angst, or fluff) for any character, and I will answer with a short blurb (not a full-length fic).

THE VIRGIN SERIES

Exactly what it sounds like -- the character's first time

SMUT DIALOGUE PROMPTS

"Lift your hips up for me, sweetheart."

"We can't keep doing this," "But we can't stop, either."

"Why're you trying to hide from me, baby? Let me see your face."

"Kiss me again. Right there."

"Show me how you make yourself feel good."

"Who do you belong to?"

"If you keep saying my name like that, I'm not going to be able to hold back."

"One more, baby. Just one more time for me."

"I'm going to fuck all memory of him out of you."

"Fuck, that feels s-so good."

"I promise I'll be gentle."

"Oh? So you like it when I touch you like that?" .... "Yeah. You do."

"So what if I want to fuck you? What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm jealous because I want you so fucking bad that I can't think straight."

"Turn around."

"Look at me. There you are, pretty girl. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"

"Fuck, you taste better than I imagined." "You imagined it?" "Only every night since we first met."

Insert mommy/daddy kink of choice here.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?"

"Please, please let me cum inside. Please."

"I want to try something new."

"I'll share her with you -- but just this once."

"You know no one else can make you feel this good, baby."

"Are we really still arguing while having sex?"

"I love you. I love you so fucking much."

"P-please, I want to touch you so badly."

ANGST (SFW OR NSFW)

I can't do this anymore -- I can't keep playing this game with you."

"We're only strangers to each other now."

"I love you. I'm sorry that's not enough."

"You're too late." "I know."

"I should be the one you go home with. Not him. Never him."

"Stay with me. Please."

We were like gasoline on fire. And now we've burned out."

"I can't believe you just said that to me."

"I almost lost you."

FLUFF PROMPTS (SFW)

"Woah, woah, woah. I'm here. I'm right here."

"What do you mean you don't know how many parking tickets you have?!"

"I wanted to cook dinner for you." "Yes, I see you've tried!"

"I just wanted to see you, okay?"

"Wait -- are you asking me out on a date?"

Late-night pregnancy cravings

pillow-talk

The night before your wedding

"Happy Anniversary, my love."

"Nope, don't wanna hear it -- you need to sleep. No arguing."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"It's after midnight, what are you doing?" "You said you were feeling down."

"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" "I'd choose to be right here."

FOLLOWER'S CHOICE

The second part of this milestone event is the Follower's Choice. I will post a poll on Monday, 9/4 at 12PM EST for the following event.

Follower's Choice: pick a teaser from one of the following WIPs to be released this month (between 500 and 1k words). I will then let you all pick whether that teaser is NSFW or SFW. Note that Seasons in Love is the only WIP that will not be NSFW.

The Bitter & the Sweet (Part I) ♢ Rengoku x F!Ice Hashira Secret Pregnancy AU

The Great War (Part I) ♢ Giyuu x F!Shrine Maiden Secret Pregnancy AU

Mirror, Mirror (multi-part) ♢ SaneKana Royalty AU

Rengoku x Giyuu x F!Reader

Seasons in Love (Part 2) ♢Sanemi x F!Reader College AU

#🍑’s 2.k milestone #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #demon slayer smut #hashira #hashira smut #kny smut #demon slayer fic #sanemi shinazugawa #kyojuro rengoku #giyuu tomioka #tengen uzui #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #shinobu kocho #gyomei himejima

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alltoolewis · 11 months ago

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March Prompt list

Hello! To get me back in the swing of writing, I am challenging myself to a prompt list a month!

Please request the number you would like and which driver/footballer you would like it to be for (list found here). If possible please leave a little scenario you would like with it, this isn't a requirement but helps me make sure that we are on the write track with it! It is a first come rule so I do apologise if the prompt you'd like is taken before I get the chance to rule it out xx

Fluff

“i can’t help but find it terribly funny that you think you’re in any position to give me dating advice.” Charles Leclerc

"It’s not fair that your house has power and mine doesn’t.” Ruben Dias

“Woah woah woah, when did this turn into dating?” “Just go with it okay?” Lewis Hamilton

“That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.” Mason Mount

"why are you so jittery?" "i just saw _____, they're so beautiful."

“just hold me.” Lando norris

“You… You learned to cook my favourite meal?” Domi

"Come on, let's get you to bed" "Mmh...?" "Come on honey" Trent Alexander Arnold

“if you’re still wondering who left those flowers at your desk, i think i’m ready to put your mind at ease.” Jude Bellingham

“i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.” Dominik Szoboszlai

Angst

“We were the only ones who believed in us.” “And that wasn’t enough?” “No. No, it wasn’t enough, apparently. Because look at us now.” Mason Mount

“I really thought we were it, you know?” Jude bellingham

"I thought that if I did all this and came all this way, it would finally click for you... if you can't figure it out by now, then i don't have anything else to tell you." Trent

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” Trent Alexander Arnold

"please- please, please wake up, [name]- w-wake up.. please." Mason mount

"i sacrificed everything for you..." Domi

"wait, don't go, please.." Trent Alexander Arnold

“Isn’t this what you wanted? For us to be apart and never see each other again?” Dominik szoboszlai

“Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.”

"What am I? A product for you buy?"

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illaisland · 2 months ago

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HELLO SQUIRTS it's me, your SECRET SANTA!! sending you all of the cozy weekend vibes and lots of love! what are some of your favorite stella/scully headcanons? how do you imagine them meeting (and/or what are particular dynamics you really enjoy with them)? would love to hear more about what your dream stella/scully fic would look like!

Hi friend! Thank you for your Secret Santa ask and cozy weekend wishes! When it comes to Stella/Scully I am not picky. I would be happy with anything involving them from the darkest angstiest angst to the fluffiest bubble gum drop tooth rotting fluff, or a meme, or a gif, or nothing if you don't feel like it lol.

what are some of your favorite stella/scully headcanons?

Stella allows Scully to feel safe being vulnerable/open

Scully allows Stella to feel safe allowing someone in

Scully cooks, Stella doesn't

Both went thru a punk phase and that rebellious nature still lives somewhere inside each of them lol

Stella is a rough sleeper like Mulder, Scully likes being big spoon to get her back to bed

Stella plays with Scully's hair

Stella loves cheeseburgers

Scully loves chocolate

Stella showers to relax

Scully bathes to relax

Stella calls Scully "Dana," "luv," and "darling"

Scully calls Stella "Stel"

They tell each other "I love you" often

Scully reads for pleasure on the couch

Stella reads for pleasure in bed - Scully often asks Stella to read out loud to her but Scully always falls asleep

Stella has shelves and shelves of art books and collects art of all kinds

Scully has sentimental trinkets and photos from her travels

how do you imagine them meeting (and/or what are particular dynamics you really enjoy with them)?

I once pitched a prompt to one of my fave writers that they met at a police conference and that was really fun to read

I've read plenty of others where their paths crossed thru work scenarios such as helping each other with cases

One of my favorite fics has Scully as a Rhodes Scholar and being assigned to do research with Stella's unit after she came back from the chaos in Belfast.

I've even read one where Scully watched Stella engaging in "activities" thru the window with a partner and Stella caught her watching and confronted her later

So however you want them meeting is fine in my book. I always think it's fun to see how they first interact with one another. Some dynamics I have enjoyed in certain fics:

In smut fics - Stella as dominant and Scully as submissive

In domestic fics - Scully excited about the holidays and Stella, the grinch, begrudgingly indulging her

In angst fics - Scully and Stella finding a way to persevere and heal together

In wholesome fics - Scully's family welcoming Stella as part of theirs is always a good one

would love to hear more about what your dream stella/scully fic would look like!

I don't know. 😅 I like them all. Sorry if this wasn't helpful... But for real friend - anything you make will make my day, even if it's just a funny meme. Don't stress about it at all, please!

#poangpresents2024 #poang pals #txf #dana scully #stella gibson #fox mulder #poangpals #txf meta

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leiawritesstories · 1 year ago

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Happy 500 followers!!!

Rowaelin prompt: Rowan and Aelin are neighbors who are VERY competitive over everything. They both think the other hates them (of course) until something semi-bad (nothing angsty, you angst gremlin!!) happens to one of them and all of a sudden the other is being super nice and helping them out.

I cannot wait for all these amazing Leia fics 😍😍😍

Love, goddess-aelin, because tumblr is dumb and I still can’t send messages from a sideblog 😘

thank you so so much @goddess-aelin 💕💕💕 i'll try to keep Frederick away but the endless fluff just makes him meaner, yk 😈

Word count: 900

Warnings: mentions of injury

Enjoyyyyyyy!!!

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Of all the people Aelin Galathynius wanted to witness her stumbling awkwardly up to her front porch and trying to figure out how the hell to balance on crutches and unlock her front door, Rowan Whitethorn was decidedly not one of them.

Her next-door neighbor might be attractive, and she might enjoy ogling watching him work on his front yard when it was hot and he was shirtless, and she might leave her bedroom curtains only half-drawn at night knowing his bedroom faces hers, but she sure as hell did not want him to watch her fail at getting into her own damn house. She just knew he would tease her mercilessly about it and point out that he'd never had such trouble opening his front door.

One more point for him in their never-ending friendly neighborhood competition.

Unfortunately for her, no amount of wishing could have drowned out the unmistakable sound of Rowan's footsteps crunching in the gravel of her front yard landscaping. "Aelin? Do you need a hand?" To her surprise, he sounded...genuine?

"Yeah, if you could not stomp your huge man boots through the gravel that took me about fifty hours to rake into place, that would be great!" She beamed at him.

"Um..." He scratched the back of his neck. "I meant with your door, but if you're being serious, I can just--I mean--"

She'd never seen Rowan so lost for words, so she gave in and laughed. "I was mostly teasing, Whitethorn." She wobbled on her crutches and caught herself, swearing under her breath. "I...yeah," she sighed. "Can you unlock my stupid door so I can get inside and put my stupid foot up?"

"Sure." He took her house key, unlocked the front door, and even held it open for her as she hobbled inside, heading straight for the living room so she could prop her foot up on the ottoman.

"Thanks." She exhaled a relieved sigh as the pressure eased off of her injured foot. "Wait. What are you doing?"

Rowan backed slowly away from the kitchen. "I was just going to see if there was anything in your fridge, but knowing you, it's probably empty."

"Rude!" she gasped, throwing a small pillow at him. He batted it away easily. "My fridge and pantry are perfectly well stocked, thank you."

He smirked. "I wouldn't call wine, cheese, and chocolate well stocked, Galathynius."

"Oh yeah? What about wine, cheese, chocolate, dry goods, cooking ingredients, canned food, fresh produce, and leftovers, because I actually cook?" she challenged. "I dare you to check."

Wearing a knowing smirk, Rowan disappeared into the kitchen, opened and closed a few doors, and emerged with that smirk wiped clean off his face. "You must be a damn good cook if your leftovers smell that good."

Aelin's jaw dropped. "Whitethorn, did I actually die and go to heaven or are you giving me a compliment?"

"Don't get used to it," he sighed. "Yeah, I am."

"How sweet," she crooned. "Wait. Next question. Why the hell are you in my house?"

"You, uh, I had to unlock the door for you and I guess I just followed you inside to make sure you didn't fall over?" The faint stain of pink on his cheeks was far too endearing for Aelin's own good. Oh, she knew what her dreams that night would be featuring, she did.

"Well, I haven't fallen over, so you can head home now." She cleared her throat. "Um...thanks for helping me with the door."

It was Rowan's turn to gasp dramatically. "Am I dreaming, or did Aelin Galathynius actually thank me?"

"Don't get used to it," she griped.

He snickered. "Don't worry, I won't. Before I leave, though, do you want something to eat?"

"Hell yes," she groaned. "Shit, I hadn't thought about that and now I'm stuck on this couch until the painkillers kick in."

"You've got leftovers, I can just heat something up." He shrugged. "What do you want?"

She thought for a moment. "I'm 90% sure there's lasagna in the fridge, can you get me some of that?"

"Sure." He headed into her kitchen and rustled around for several minutes before reappearing with a whole Tupperware of leftover lasagna and a small bowl of salad. "Here you are, milady," he announced.

She rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose at the salad. "I said lasagna, Whitethorn, not leaves."

He rolled his eyes right back. "And I thought you'd appreciate having a full meal, Galathynius." With a smug smirk, he added, "Eat it all up and I'll even get you ice cream."

Fork halfway to her mouth, Aelin paused. "That's not fair."

"Life isn't fair, Ae." He beamed, the portrait of innocence. "Deal?"

"You suck," she grumbled. "Fine. But you're getting me the entire container of ice cream, got it?"

"Anything for you when you're a good patient," he joked.

The lighthearted sentence suddenly brought a whole new line of fantasies featuring a certain gorgeous neighbor in a doctor's coat to life in Aelin's far-too-active imagination. Cheeks flushing, she tucked into her food, determined not to let Rowan sense the sudden change in her heartbeat.

She knew he'd immediately know where her thoughts had turned. She'd dreamed of what would happen next.

And she knew neither of them could return to their friendly neighborhood rivalry if they gave in to the tension crackling between them.

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#my writing #answered prompt #leia's 500 followers thing #rowaelin #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #throne of glass fanfic

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noomiithesnail · 4 months ago

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HIII! I came to hunt you down from ao3 🪓 your fics are absolutely ✨️amazing✨️ I am a sucker for angst and you really cook the angst sandwich SO WELL. Thank you for writing these stories! ☺️ I saw you asked for prompts, and I have an angsty one brewing here if you'd like to hear it :3

I was thinking of a scenario where Muichiro and Tanjiro went for a patrol or mission or what have you together, and thats all fine lalala until they come across an UGLY 🤢😱😫 sight of maggots (idk how, maybe the remains of a human or animal caused by a demon or something). And since Mui has now recovered his memories, he gets super triggered by the nasty things because they remind him of those days he spent with Yuichiro's corpse and the maggots eating them both (thats such a nasty thought to even think about, the poor babies getting eaten by maggots 🤢🥺). So then he gets a full blown panic attack and gets really stressed etc since I dont think he actually sat down and processed his past and healed, yk??? but luckily for him (and all of us) the best ray of sunshine Tanjiro is right there to help him and give him the biggest hug to let him know that he isn't alone anymore like he was in the past 🥺 but ngl seeing Muichiro freak out also freaks out poor Tanjiro because he's so used to Mr Hashira being calm and collected and strong, and seeing Mui starting to proper disassociate as a trauma response to the trigger makes him freak out even more, another poor baby 😢 but he's determined and finds a way to help Muichiro through this (maybe he gets Shinobu's help or figures out something on his own)... so now Tanjiro sees a super vulnerable side of Muichiro, which Mui doesn't really like. but that eventually leads to an opportunity for Mui to fully share his past with Tanjiro because I remember that he only spoke about it a little in Bonfire and Marigolds? He's grateful to remember his family but he's not soo keen to go back to that space and face what happened yk? But yeah then the angst comes to an end with a lot of fluffy and cute happenings between the two :3 and Tanjiro becomes a safe space for Mui to be vulnerable in 🥰

Thats the prompt, i hope it inspires you 🥹 if not then thats okay, i just wanted to share this with you 💖 byee *runs away*

HELLO!!

first off thank you for hunting me down i appreciate it LMAOO

Second HOLY. SHIT. I love that prompt sm smsmsmsmms aaaaaa

in some of the wips I haven't posted, I did mention mui having a trauma around seeing maggots and them sort of representing his past experiences and omg you're absolutely right there is so much angst potential there

you've DEFINITELY inspired me!! as soon as I finish bonfires, or Marigolds I might move onto that one! I have got another muitan one I've been slowly writing at the same time that I might post first, however. but that is such a good prompt and God I love me some angst

thank you for this idea! even though idk who you are, I'll still mention it got this prompt from you if I post it!

and ofc i would love to receive any more prompts you have in the future!

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thelocalmuffin · 2 years ago

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"making suggestive dirty jokes" with asoryuu for the prompt ask? if u wanna of course!

Oh boy.

I admittedly am a terrible flirt IRL so I hope this is alright.

Title: Is that Karuma or are you excited to see me?

Word count: about 800 words

Summary: After a long week, Ryunosuke comes home to see Kazuma cooking and they catch up about the day before one gets a bit flirty.

Tags: domestic life, minor mentions of angst, post canon, dgs 2 spoilers, fluff, based on a headcanon by my friend Sigma that Kazuma didn't make it too far as a prosecutor

Finally, the weekend has arrived. Ryunosuke can finally decompress from the horrible week he had. He's glad he's finally realised his dream of becoming a lawyer, but no one told him how exhausting it would be.

Case after case, client after client, complaint after complaint, he's done with this awful day. He really could use some time to decompress.

When he gets back to his small home, there’s a strong aroma of a delicious dinner being crafted in the kitchen. He's grateful that dinner is about ready. It's one less thing he has to worry about.

He pokes his head to see Kazuma finishing up dinner. He’s in one of his casual hakamas, biting his lip as he focuses on cooking. It’s a new hobby of his. Ever since he’s returned home he's been dutifully trying to make up for all the trouble he's caused.

Not even six months after they crossed swords, Kazuma had been removed as a prosecutor. From Lord van Zieks' letter, apparently they both started getting a little too curious of what else the Crown had been hiding. When they were caught, Kazuma took the brunt of the accusations and was immediately fired.

Apparently, the new Lord Chief Justice also had not been thrilled at the aspect of a Japanese student studying underneath the Crown, so it was the golden opportunity to rid of the apprentice.

He was a wreck when he came home. Kazuma looked so defeated that all Susato-san and Ryunosuke could do was embrace their friend. After wrapping their arms around both, Kazuma asked if he could have a place to stay as he got back on his feet.

Even though it hadn’t been long, Ryunosuke offered his home to a struggling friend. It had first been just two roommates, but soon, the subtle romantic feelings had resurfaced and their passionate flame sparked after a night of shogi and a very heavy heart-to-heart. The conversation was both admitting their flaws and dreams, realising their bond had been strained, not damaged and it could be fixed.

So, they've been taking it slow. Well, as slow as two lovesick individuals who couldn't keep their hands off each other, anyway

Even so, Kazuma’s been determined to make up all he’s done to Ryunosuke and Susato-san with his freetime. Be that by helping around the house, running errands, or whatever he can do to make their lives easier as they adjust to their new busy schedule. If he’s not here, he’s helping clean up Susato-san’s home to make sure she doesn’t come home to a mess.

Today he was supposed to be elsewhere, though…

“Home early?” Ryunosuke asks as he pokes his head in. “I thought you were going to the university to see if you could continue your courses.”

“Hmm, lost track of time again, I see. You’re actually home late. It’s almost nine.” Kazuma hums, flipping the fish. “You look exhausted. Sit down and I’ll take care of you.”

Nine...

Ryunosuke glances at the clock, realising Kazuma is right.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve been sitting all day. I'd rather stand.” Ryunosuke shrugs the suggestion off. Kazuma’s still pretty curt, as per usual. “I want to help out.”

“There’s no need for that. I’m almost done anyway.” Kazuma opens the rice steamer, raising an eyebrow and closing it again after shaking his head. Without looking up, he continues. “What kept you so long?”

“We’ve been swarmed. That’s what happens when you try to fix up the entire legal system with a small team.”

“I know. You know, I could come in and help with some of the paperwork. If I learned anything from my time in London it's how to sort out cases efficiently and quickly."

“I might take you up on that. I appreciate the clean home, but Susato-san and I are swarmed.” Ryunosuke pauses. “Wait, what about-”

“Let’s not talk about how the university conference went today.” Kazuma whispers, each word peppered with defeat. His head hanging down as he exhales his next words. “I don’t want to damper the mood.”

Oh...they were not thrilled about what they learned...

“I think I can figure it out by context.” Ryunosuke swallows, moving to his partner, wrapping his arms around Kazuma’s waist. “I’m sorry.”

Kazuma’s head hangs down before exhaling. “It was a natural consequence of my actions. I’ll figure out what to do. I always do.”

“Well, you can work with us until you find a new fitting.”

Kazuma pauses, then nods. “Of course. I wouldn't mind at all. Saving me again, Naruhodo. What would I do without you? By this point, I’ll be indebted to you for the rest of my life.”

“Well, we got a lot of time to sort that debt out.” Ryunosuke’s hands move towards the hem of his clothes, before pressing his lips on Kazuma’s shoulders. “I jest. It’s alright. I don’t mind helping you find your path.”

It's silent as the fish sizzles in the pan and Ryunosuke closes his eyes. Kazuma's sweet vanilla lavender scent is so nice...

“Oh!” Kazuma breaks the silence before chuckling. “Is that Karuma or are you excited to see me?”

Ryunosuke pulls away, realising that Karuma’s hilt did indeed poke his arse.

He laughs before he wraps his arms around Kazuma’s waist once again, holding him closer. “Nope. Just Karuma. For now, anyway.”

Kazuma hums, a grin raising from his lips. “Mm, I like the sound of that. I think we could both use a good stress reliever after today. After we eat?”

“After we eat.”

#anon #asoryuu #ryuuaso #kazuma asogi #ryunosuke naruhodo #muffin writes #muffin drabbles #suggestive.

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sakustrawberry · 5 days ago

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Prompt List:

Ship:

1. kagehina

2. sakuatsu

3. tsukiyama

4. iwaoi

5. bokuaka

6. kuroken

7. bakudeku

8. drarry

9. jegulus

10. wolfstar

Trope:

1. Enemies to Lovers

2. Fluff

3. Angst with a happy ending

4. Enemies to friends to lovers

5. best friends to lovers

6. fake dating

7. Memory Loss

8. De-aging

9. Marriage

10. Established Relationship

11. High school au

12. University Au

13. Fairytale Au

14. Beach Day

15. Christmas

16. Halloween

17. New Years

18. Snow Day

19. Dance/ Ball

20. Proposal

21. Shopping

22. Vacation

23. Carnival

24. Meeting Parents

25. Working Together

26. Partners at both work and home

27. Doctor-Patient thingy

28. As Parents

29. Demi God Au

30. Lifeguard Au

31. Professors Au

32. Soulmate Au

33. Cinema

34. First Date

35. Valentine’s Day

36. Librarian Au

37. Band Au

38. Pinky Promise

39. Breakfast in Bed

40. First Kiss

41. Bed sharing

42. Roommates

43. Jealousy

44. Insecurity, Reassurance

45. Coming out

46. First Fight

47. Meeting Friends

48. Grocery Shopping

49. Fuck buddies turned lovers

50. Cooking

Prompt:

1. “That’s starting to get annoying”

3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

4. “I’m too sober for this.”

5. “I’m not here to make friends.”

6. “I need a place to stay.”

7. “Well, that’s tragic.”

8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

11. “Dear Diary, …”

12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

14. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

15. “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

18. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

19. “You’re Satan.”

20. “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

21. “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

22. “Did you just hiss at me?”

23. “Do you really need all that candy?”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

25. “I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

27. “No. Regrets.”

28. “How drunk was I?”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

30. “Be you. No one else can.”

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

32. “I locked the keys in the car.”

33. “Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

34. “You work for me. You are my slave.”

35. “Take your medicine.”

36. “They’re monsters.”

37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

38. “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

39. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”

40. “The kids, they ambushed me.”

41. “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

42. “Stop being so cute.”

43. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

44. “You need to see a doctor.”

45. “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

46. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

47. “Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

48. “I didn’t think you could get any more romantic…”

49. “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”

51. “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

52. “There’s a herd of them!”

53. “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

54. “They’re not your kids, back the fuck off.”

55. “You’re a nerd.”

57. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

58. “You smell like a wet dog.”

59. “I could punch you right now.”

61. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

63. “Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”

64. “Here, take my blanket.”

65. “I don’t want you to stop.”

67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

68. “Run for it!”

69. “We need to talk.”

70. “Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

71. “I want a pet.”

72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

73. “I’m not wearing a dress.”

74. “I’m not wearing a tie.”

75. “Quit beating me up!”

76. “Please put your penis away.”

77. “It’s a Texas thing.”

“It’s a Florida thing.”

78. “Don’t argue. Just do it.”

79. “I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

80. “Does he know about the baby?”

81. “Hold still.”

82. “I wasn’t jealous before we met but now every woman is a potential threat” abba lyric

83. “Enough with the sass!”

84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

85. “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

86. “I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul” i love you so the walters

87. “Stay awake.”

88. “STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

89. “You’re not interested, are you?”

90. “I’m not buying Ikea furniture again.”

91. “Tell me you need me.”

92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

93. “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

94. “I had a bad dream again.”

95. “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

96. “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

99. “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

101. “Come over here and make me.”

102. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”

103. “Please, don’t leave.”

104. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

105. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

106. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

107. “I almost lost you.”

108. “Wanna bet?”

109. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

110. “Teach me how to play?”

111. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

112. “I think we need to talk.”

113. “Kiss me.”

114. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

115. “So, I found this waterfall…”

116. “It could be worse.”

117. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

118. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

119. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”

120. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

121. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

122. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

123. “Just once.”

124. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

125. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

126. “I got you a present.”

127. “I’m pregnant.”

128. “Marry me?”

129. “I thought you were dead.”

130. “It’s not what it looks like…”

131. “You lied to me.”

132. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

133. “Please don’t do this.”

134. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

135. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

136. “I wish I could hate you.”

137. “Wanna dance?”

138. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

139. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

140. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

141. “You did all of this for me?”

142. “I swear it was an accident.”

143. “YOU DID WHAT?!”

144. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

145. “Tell me a secret.”

146. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

147. “No one needs to know.”

148. “Boo.”

149. “Well this is awkward…”

150. Why is your hand sweating so much?

151. You can’t be that oblivious!

152. You were in my dream last night...

153. So we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk dialed me yesterday to tell me you love me?

154. We’re just Friends...

155. Just Friends? Bullshit!

156. Friends don’t do this kind of shit together!

157. Stop squeezing my hand so tight!

158. really, a fake date? you’re so cliché

159. They’re coming hurry up and kiss me!

160. No one’s going to believe us!

161. I almost thought this was a real date

162. Pretending to be your boyfriend/girlfriend is the easiest thing I’ve had to do

163. You’re such a pain in my ass, that it actually hurts to fucking love you

164. Do you ever get tired or listening to yourself?

165. You’re so annoying...kiss me already!

166. I thought you were someone else

167. This is a dare, but I regret nothing

168. I’m Very drunk and Very lonely, please give me company

169. Now that I have enough liquid courage, will you go out with me?

170. Everything okay here?

171. Bitch, please, you wouldn’t have asked me out even if you would’ve been in love with me for three years, but seeing as I am, will you go out with me?

172. My (older family member) thinks you’re cute

173. You’re really fucking annoying!

174. Will you shut up if I go out with you?

175. You’re beautiful,,,I know

176. What are you smiling about?

177. Stay

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"why are you pushing me away?" with Sanji?🩷

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⇢ summary: “why are you pushing me away?” prompt with sanji.

you couldn't understand it, one week he had been all over you but now, now he didn't even look into your eyes, what had you done? he still was all over robin and nami, so why not you?

you were starting to think you disgusted him, but why?

it had all been so sudden, one day he kissed the ground you walked on and the next one he barely spoke to you, why?

you sat quietly in the room you shared with nami and robin, scribbling your feelings in your journal as robin entered the room, you stop writing quietly, examining her every move.

''y/n have you seen my book about secret history?'' she asked, her eyes lurking over your messy writing in tear filled sheets, you noticed and close the notebook.

''i think you left it on a chair on the deck'' you quietly spoke, your voice hoarse.

robin sighed, sitting beside you, eyes examinating the dried tears that still reset on your checks, lowering to your ink stained hands that held the notebook protectively.

''is this about sanji again?'' she asked gently, trying not to upset you.

she knew, she knew how deeply you loved the cook, you had told her one night utterly drunk when you came back for celebrating before the crew.

you recalled that moment clearly, although you hardly remembered your name that night, it had happened because you had danced with sanji under the pale moonlight, both of you drunk and clumsy, but still happy, but the morning after that, he just stopped talking to you.

''i just don't get it'' you mumbled, your voice breaking again.

''it's his loss, and you know it'' she reminded you, caressing your hair gently.

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dinner time came and with that you stayed as usual helping sanji clean the kitchen, it's something you both had got used, and it was comfortingly domestic in some way, but now it felt cold, it even hurt in some way.

the usual laughter of your voice and was replaced by the sound of the dishes being collected, while sanji's usual praise to you was replaced by the occasional puffing of his cigar.

you as usual were taking the dishes with a few glasses on top, looking at the floor trying to avoid even looking at the blonde man in front of you, the problem was that you weren't looking at the floor, which made you fall, dishes and glasses fell on top of you as a loud crash echoed through the kitchen.

''y/n!'' sanji turned around quickly, getting down to you in a few moments. “are you okay?” he asked, touching your knee and shoulder gently.

it was the first time he had touched you since that day, you started to tremble, your eyes starting to water as he rubbed your shoulders gently.

“why are you pushing me away?” you cried weakly.

sanji froze, looking at you, crying, he started to feel so guilty, so bad.

“why?” you cried sobbing, he held you as you cried, you punched his chest weakly in despair. “i don't get it…why?”

he just held you there gently, caressing your hair, taking the punishment that you were giving him without even flinching until you relaxed

“because 'i've fallen deeply in love with you, mon y/n” he spoke quietly when you finally calmed down. “and i don't want you to think that you're like any other girl for me” he admitted with guilt, his eyes turning glassy as he cupped your face gently. “i love you and i am sorry for that” he mumbled.

your lip quivered as you both hugged, feeling all the weight of the love you both had falling to on your shoulders and sinking you down to the sea.

and you wanted to sink with him, you wanted to sink with him until you choke out of love.

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carol-munson · 2 years ago

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Perfect Penmanship (Another Smutty Steddie x Reader One-Shot)

AHOY LADIES! (haven't been able to get steves stupid dumb face saying this out of my head for days) Fill for this prompt: 'What if reader accidentally found eddies book and saw all of the things he wants to do to her and planned for her when steve was gone for that weekend. She would be on edge every time he was near her and she would get a funny feeling in her tummy anytime he so much looked at her. Eddie probably takes notice and does little things to get her reaction.' This is an Eddie focused fic with some Steve cause I'm in my Harrington era and takes place the summer before Good Cop x Bad Cop (why am I creating lore???). I took some liberties on this. And also gave our reader a little bit of back story on how she met Steve. Sorry for the wait here, things are kind of all over the place while I get ready to leave for a job. This incredibly long one shot is also a little all over the place, but WHO CARES. I'm tired! Anyway, hope you love it. You can tell I started this fic while I was watching 'The Bear'. warnings: fem reader, MEAN!EDDIE, jealous!eddie, angst, sweet angel steve harrington who is always nice, mentions of a lot of different kinks including kn*feplay and p*ss (but not written out), smacking with a ruler, D/s dyanmics, use of 'daddy' in sexual context, use of 'master' in sexual context, p in v sex, degredation, humiliation, smoking, all that jazz last but not least, thank you to my bestie @rollergirl24 for helping me brainstorm some shit for eddie's lil book. oh yeah and if you're under 18 don't read my content.

Summer, Hawkins, 1990

Eddie kept himself busy in the kitchen, if there was something he was good at outside of music, it was cooking. Now that Steve was on vacation he could put in a little more effort now that he was just cooking for two.

It was 90 degrees, hot and steamy in the kitchen with pans and pots going on the stove and the oven cranked. Eddie shook a sauté pan, sizzling aromatics, his back muscles outlined by a heather grey t-shirt drenched in sweat. He had his hair tied up on itself in a bun at the nape of his neck. His bangs still fluffing in his eyes, other stray hairs sticking to his face. His cheeks blushed red from the heat outside and the flames on burners.

You walked into the kitchen, looking much less frazzled since you’d spent all day in the air-conditioning upstairs. You wore an old Camp Hawkins t-shirt from when you were a kid. The kind of camp shirt that would be too big for your whole life, that got softer with every wash. You pulled open the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke, letting the chill flow over you, shutting your eyes.

“Hey, hey, close that. I have dough in there,” he called over his shoulder, “Can you grab me the red wine on the counter, sweet thing? It should be open already.”

You look over at him lazily and offer a bored reply, “Yes, chef.”

You put your can on the table, shutting the fridge door lightly (even though you wanted to slam it). The bottle clinked as you pulled it by the neck off the counter, he reached back for it without turning around -- pouring the contents into the pan that flared with a quick flame.

“Careful,” you chided, he looked over his shoulder and winked.

“Will you go put this in the recycling?” he asked, now quickly stirring with one hand, the bottle outstretched to you in the other. You plucked it from him by the base.

“Yes, chef,” you said with a smile, washing the bottle out in the sink that was already starting to over flow with mixing bowls and other kitchen ware. This morning it was cakes, tonight it was duck, tomorrow you were sure he’d want to smoke a whole pig. You gently dropped the bottle into the glass recycling (Eddie was very serious about separating cans and bottles) with a little ‘clang!’, going back into the kitchen to grab your abandoned Coke can on the table.

“Can you also go grab one of the big box fans out of me and Steve’s room and bring it down here? I’m sweating buckets, baby,” he said, turning half way at his waist. You blushed as his shirt lifted -- the tattoos on his hips peeking out from the tops of his jeans, the bottom ridge of his defined oblique being brushed by the gray fabric -- it drove you wild.

“Yes, chef,” you said, walking out of the kitchen.

“Hey,” he said, you turned your head, your brows raising to silently ask ‘hm?’

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he gushed, his boyish grin breaking across his face.

“Thank you, chef,” you grinned back, hurrying up the stairs to grab the fan. You sighed as you got in the room, the fan resting on a splay of books and comics on top of the low makeshift book case Eddie made from an upright shelving unit. The other one was clamped down in the window to let fresh air in. From the looks of it, Eddie had left both of them on last night, letting it them all day -- Steve was gonna throw a fit when they got the electric bill this month.

As you go to turn the nob on the fan, it falls on the floor, splaying the books everywhere -- papers fanning themselves out across the room. “Shit, shit!” you say to yourself, turning it off and putting it up right, unplugging it from the wall behind the bookcase. You turned around, hurrying to pick up and re-organize the books on the ground. Even if Eddie wouldn’t totally care, you didn’t want to get anything reported back to Steve that wasn’t absolutely glowing. In your efforts, you came across a composition notebook -- clearly getting plenty of use, tucked neatly part way under the couch.

The cover was crudely scrawled on in penmanship that could only be Eddie's: 'Crime :) & Punishment >:('

You huffed a laugh, and opened the cover, but instead of finding Eddie's diary, you found the beginnings of a list of things Eddie wanted -- from and to do to you:

Tie her up and keep her in the bedroom for free use whenever we want for a few nights, maybe after she's too handsy on a date or something. (Steve loves this.)

Tie her up the next time I make us dinner and put her on the center of the table and eat her. eat her out. (Update: this went great and she came six times like a fucking whore, fell asleep before she could even try the eclairs I made which was kind of annoying)

She asked for the 'Dungeon Master' when she came to drop off my dice at Hellfire and I would kill a kid just for her to call me Master in the house on her knees

Slave Leia costume????? (Steve said he won't be Jabba, I think he'd be great)

Get leather cuffs, the steel ones hurt her even though she won't say they do.

Bathroom denial? Am I into piss???? Or do I just like to watch her cry and get embarrassed? Might be into piss or watching her piss herself. Steve said no :(

Start ashing my cigs in her mouth when she talks back to me or cusses. Put my cigs out on her thighs. note ^^ Steve said be careful not to trigger her asthma :( but otherwise okay

fake kidnap her when she's getting out of work and put her in the trunk and fuck her in the woods like a worthless whore. measured steve's trunk and she wont fit and she'll know its my van if we use my van :( ^^ update: Steve said no. :(

Make her hold a quarter or a nickel (ridge side) to the wall with the tip of her nose and use the leather strap every time she drops it. (Steve wants to do this ASAP!!!!!)

More rice kneeling, MORE RICE KNEELING

fuck her in those little skirt suits she wear to work fuck her in her skirt suits BEFORE work and mess up her hair and makeup and make her go to work like a used fucking slut after she gets out of line

need more soap for when she runs that stupid pretty mouth

kind of wanna piss in her mouth??? maybe in the shower or something

wanna dress her up as arwen

anal training (update: steve said he doesn't think she's ready but what the fuck does he know)

ren faire date, she'd be such a cute bar wench (not inviting steve)

saw her play with my switchblade the other day, why did it make me hard?

do you think she's start letting me bring knife play into punishments? steve said that's an accident waiting to happen

"Babe, I need that fan!" you heard him call from the kitchen. Your heart raced, some of these were scary. "Coming!" you called back, quickly tossing the notebook into your desk drawer in the man-cave they commandeered. You grabbed the fan and hurried down stairs, a little out of breath.

"Sorry, chef," you smiled, "I knocked over some books and I wanted to put them back nicely."

"That's thoughtful," he said, not turning around yet.

"Did I hear something come out of your mouth upstairs that I shouldn't have?" he asked, stepping away from the oven and leaning against the counter. He tapped a cigarette out of his American Spirit box and held it in his lips, looking at you.

Your heart raced, he was gonna ash in your mouth. Holy fuck he was gonna do this cause Steve wasn't home. He was gonna-- "Baby, answer me," he said, a huff of impatience slid on his words while he took a drag of his cigarette, "Too hot to wait for you to figure it out."

"Yeah, but I was just startled," you said, rounding your eyes into his favorite look, "It won't happen again." His heart melted when he looked at you like that, all flushed and nervous. He went to the sink, reaching under the cabinet first and your breath hitched as he pulled out some liquid hand soap.

"As long as it doesn't happen again," he hummed, rinsing and then washing his hands in the sink. You tried to make your heart rate slow down. "Everything's just simmering down here sweet thing, so I'm gonna take a shower," he said, peeling his t-shirt off to reveal his tattooed chest. His jeans hung low on his hips, the band of his boxers slipping with the slick of his sweat -- your mouth filled with spit. You wished he'd bend you over the counter and fuck you right there. "You wanna come with me?" he asked.

'kind of wanna piss in her mouth??? maybe in the shower or something'

"Um! No thank you," you said, "Plus, Steve said he'd call and I wanted to make sure that--" Ring, ring. Ring, ring. "I'll take it in your room," you said, bounding up the stairs past him and closing the door behind you. You eagerly picked up the phone.

"Hi, Harrington residence," you said with a perfect, clean voice. "Well if it isn't the prettiest girl I know," Steve said on the other end of the line. You swooned at the sound of his voice.

“Hi Stevie,” he could hear your smile through the phone, “How’s it going over there?”

“Well my dad got a sunburn so we’ll get to listen to him complain about it for the next three days,” he grumbled, “How are things at home, where’s Ed?”

“He’s in the shower, he’s making us dinner tonight,” you answered.

“Well, that’s sweet.”

“Yeah…I guess. I miss you, though,” you mumbled, fumbling open your desk drawer and taking out Eddie’s notebook.

“I miss you too, babe,” he said, his voice soft and needy, “Spent my whole time here so far thinkin' about our date night. The boat's not the same without you. -ugh- Yeah, yeah, I'll tell her. My dad says hi, by the way, if you can't hear him from over my shoulder."

Your heart swelled at the memory of his little ‘last day’ stunt before he left for vacation. He made a big show of taking you out shopping the night before, making sure you had a new dress for where he was taking you the before he left. He loved when you got all dolled up for him, but you weren’t his plaything those couple of days. You were you, like you used to be — like old times.

He brought you into town for a nice dinner, like a nice one. The kind of restaurant Eddie wouldn’t be allowed into at a glance. You shared a bottle of wine, you got dessert, he kissed you on the street while you waited for a cab to take you home. And home?

Home was heavenly. The first time in ages he didn’t just bend you over and take you. The first time in a while he said your name while he pushed into you. He held you close and desperately on his lap while you rocked on top of him -- it was slow and sensual. He never wanted you to forget it. "Hi, Mr. Harrington," you called through the phone, "I don't know if he asked, but could you let your dad know I got all the filing done yesterday. So I just have to go through his messages tomorrow and make some calls."

"Don't talk business with me, honey, I'm on vacation," he whined. It was the only time Steve got grumbly in a boyish way, when you talked about work. It's how he met you, at a holiday party at his dad's firm, Mr. Harrington's fresh new secretary. He didn't know whether to love you for looking so professional and precious at your desk, or hate you for his dad trusting you more than he ever trusted Steve.

A few months into dating Steve wanted to impress you by bring you to the lake house. He got it together for that weekend and took you out on his daddy's boat every day because you liked being out on the water. He'd melt every time you'd call him 'Sailor Stevie' and giggle. But things were different now, and that was okay. You'd make it back to the lake house eventually.

"I'm sorry," you giggled, "Do you have anything fun planned for later? Are they doing fireworks or anything?" "I don't know, I have to man the grill -- wish Ed would fit in with my parents so he could cook instead. We have some family friends coming over so, you know, same old as every summer. Rich people talking about how rich they are," he said.

"Steve you're one of the rich people at the party talking about how rich they are," you teased.

"Baby, I work at Family Video," he grumbled. "You're a manager at Family Video," you corrected, "And you know your dad is proud of you for that. He said that after another year of this you could apply to the fi--" "I'm not working for my fucking dad," he said shortly.

"Okay, okay," you soothed, "I'm sorry." "S'fine, I'm sorry for snapping," he said, his voice getting a little husky. You couldn't hear anymore shuffling behind him in the background, everyone must've gone outside, "You bein' a good girl for me at home?"

Your body tingled, your chest feeling heavy, slickness immediately forming between your legs at the question. He could hear you get breathless, a little chuckle comes out of him, "Honey, I asked you a question, are you being good for me?"

The dominance creeping into his voice made you shiver. The shower was still going in the bathroom, it couldn't hurt if you just...

"Yes, I'm being such a good girl," you confessed, your hand sneaking past the waist band of your cotton shorts and slipping between your legs. Offering yourself slow and lazy circles over your panties -- you didn't want him to find out you were doing anything you're not supposed to. "That's what I like to hear," he said, "I'll be home sooner than you think, pretty girl. I'll take you out again, just us."

"Just us?" you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks. You pulled your underwear to the side, the cool air from the fan in the window shocking your body against the slickness. You let a finger glide over your opening up to your clit, stifling a huff of pleasure so Steve wouldn't catch on. "Yeah, I wanted to take you to the new place dow--" Dial tone. You frowned, your hand snaking out of your panties, "Steve? You there?" "Steve?" you said again, turning around towards the door only to see Eddie standing over your desk. His fingers pressing down hard on the receiver. "You havin' fun in here?" he asked. Your body went to ice. Even with a towel around his waist, dripping form the shower, he looked menacing.

"No," you quickly responded, straightening up in the chair. "You know I don't take kindly to being lied to, sweet thing," he said, taking the phone from you and hanging it up, "If you were feeling a little pent up, you could've just asked. But now that you had to go break the rules..." Guilt swirled in your chest, knowing how this looked to him. Not only were you breaking a pretty hard rule, but it was for Steve. Ed had been seething the whole time Stevie had you out on his arm, while he took you to dinner, while he made love to you in the bed you shared. "C'mon, get up," he said.

"But I was on the phone," you said, "Steve was telling me something and he's gonna think I hung up on him." "I don't give a fuck that Steve is gonna think you hung up on him," he hissed, "Get. Up."

You did what you were told, following him to the bedroom, asked to kneel at his feet while he got changed. He shook out his hair, showering you in little water droplets that smelled like the shampoo you bought him. "Stay," he commanded, going back into the other room. You hear something rustle and then, "Are you fucking kidding me?" He stomped back in with the notebook in his hand, "Does this belong to you?" "No, sir," you said in a soft low voice. "So what is it doing on your desk?" he asked, "I know I didn't put it there. Did you read it?" Tears welled in your eyes, you nodded, "Y-yes. Just one page, I promise." Eddie sighed, tapping the corner of the book on the top of the dresser, "You're really outdoing yourself, here." "I'm s-s-sorry," you choked out.

"Don't cry," he glowered. A phrase he usually said when he was wrapping you up in his arms after a spanking from Steve, but this was harsh and bitter -- biting. "Since this whole thing is about self control, try it out," he said, "Don't fucking cry." You sniffed, your eyes wide at the demand. You took a deep shuddering breath to try to self regulate. "That's better," he chided. He pulled you up for your kneeling position and brought you downstairs back into the hot kitchen. "Not in herrrreee," you whined, "It's too hot." He roughly sat you down at the kitchen table, "I still have to finish making dinner for you, in case for you forgot what I've been doing all day." Your heart sunk, you were ruining his whole big gesture -- which was honestly Eddie's favorite thing to do. Always one for theatrics. He slapped the notebook down in front of you and swiped through a few pages, leaning over you like your dad did when he was helping you with homework. "Let's see..." he mumbled to himself, "Since I'm busy, it needs to keep you busy." "There we go," he said, pointing to a bullet on the list, "Read it out loud to me." "You don't have to keep admitting you don't know how to read, Ed," you smirked.

He wrapped your hair around his hand and yanked it back, "Don't get cute with me. Do you want me to call Steve and have him come back here?"

You shook your head no and he let go of your hair, pointing back down to the bullet point on the list. "Have her write 40 lines with her right hand, supervised, use a ruler on her hands the moment her composition isn't perfect. Make her start over every time. Put all the bad composition on the fridge to remind her how worthless she is," you read out loud, your voice getting smaller and smaller with each word. "But I'm left handed," you said to him. "Are you stupid? We know that," he asked, his face annoyed and quizzical, "That's why you have to use your right hand. It's like Catholic school."

You whined and huffed, the heat starting to get to you. The fan on the counter just blowing more hot air around. He pulled a wide wooden ruler out of the junk drawer and a pen, slamming them down on the table in front of you. He turned closer to the end of the notebook to a clean page and smoothed it out. "Since I have more shit to do, you only have to do ten, go," he said, back in his position over you. They always had you write 'I will learn self control,' when it came to touching yourself without asking, so you didn't need the clarification. The pen felt wrong and uncomfortable in your right hand, you fumbled when you saw Eddie pick up the ruler. "Maybe it's the heat, or because you're ruining dinner, or because I don't really like sharing my toys very often," he said through gritted teeth, "But I can't wait for you to fuck up."

A tear spilled out of your eye at the fear of knowing it was gonna hurt when he got use out of that ruler. You put the pen to the paper, trying to smoothly write 'I', but it came out more diagonal than anything. CRACK! The sound of the ruler on your knuckles made you jumped before the stinging pain bloomed. "OUCH!" you yelped, "That hurts, Ed." "It's. Supposed. To hurt," he said, another crack of the ruler after every pause in his sentence, "Or else you don't learn anything." You looked up at him again, your eyes round and swimming with tears, "What if I was just really sorry? I'm so sorry Ed, you don't have to be mad at me."

"I am mad at you," he said, "And I told you not to fuckin' cry." Your knuckles were already welting, "And what do you say after we punish you?" he asked. "Th-thank you," you whispered. He ripped the paper out so a fresh one was in front of you.

"Start over," he hissed. His jaw was tight while he watched you, eyes dark and brooding. He wasn't just mad, you could tell he was hurt about something. You did start over, again, and again, and again. He barely spoke, just whacked that ruler down with vigor every time your hand merely slid wrong. Your knuckles were starting to break at the skin, little droplets of blood started peeking through the creases. "I said, perfect penmanship," he growled after the seventh attempt, "What about that do you not understand?" "It's h-hard after you hit my h-hands," you responded, still doing your best to keep your tears in. "We're gonna be here all night, aren't we? Can't even do this simple thing," he grumbled, sighing and turning the heat down on the oven. He grabbed the oven mitts on the counter and took out the duck, letting it rest on a trivet over by the sink. You felt your nose burn at how stupid he made you feel. "You know I put in all this effort for you and you just like, you don't even care," he muttered, not really expecting you to hear him. "Hm?" you started, "Whad'you mean? Of course I care."

The dominance in his stance was faltering, he leaned against the counter and looked at you, "I've been trying to keep you happy this whole week, and you're still so hung up on Steve. It's like I'm not even here unless you need to be put in your place." "Ed--" you started. "And I get it, you were his girl first and you're Daddy's precious princess but, you're my girl, too y'know?" he said, "I wanna take you out, I wanna get you a new dress..." "You can still do those things, we can do those things," you said, finishing up your fourth line on the new page.

"Just forget it, stay focused," he said while he came back to lean over you and watch, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his bandana. "You're making me nervous," you said, "It's easier when you don't watch me..." "Do you talk this much when you do lines for Daddy?" he asked, "Shut up, and write." You flinched at his harshness, scared and sad about him, "Yes, Master." "Hm?" you caught the blush burn his cheeks, a bashful grin peeking out from his hardened look, "What was that?" "Yes, Master," you repeated, focusing your eyes on your lines but smirking at your own cleverness. "Baby, you can't go around saying that to me when I'm supposed to be mad at you," he mumbled, standing upright and pushing his hair out of his face. The heat of the kitchen had mostly dried it and he tied it back up in a bun at the base of his neck. His bangs were still puffy and wild against his face. You surveyed him, seeing the bulge growing in his jeans. "Can't we do something else, sir?" you grinned, "I know how to make you not mad at me. I promise I learned my lesson." You got on your knees in front of him, reaching for his belt. "I just wanna make you happy," you really laid it on thick, undoing his belt with a clink and unzipping his jeans. He didn't stop you from taking his cock out, still a little overwhelmed from his new nickname. "Fuck, kitten, you're supposed to be in trouble," he said, leaning back on his hands on the bar cart behind him. You let your hand glide with his skin, soft and silky, still smelling like his body wash and clean laundry. He peered down at you, catching your beaten knuckles as you stroked him, and pouted. He stopped your hand, taking it in his gently and pulled you up for your knees. "Did I do something wrong?" you asked, he was never one to pass up on a blowjob.

"No, no," he said, he leaned in to kiss you, wet and aggressive. "Juss really needa fuck you right now," he mumbled, kissing and biting at your neck. He pulled your shorts and underwear off with one fell swoop, hoisting you onto the kitchen table. You let out a squeal that turned into a deep moan while he pushed into you. His ringed hand hoisted up your leg to give him more access while he gripped your hip hard with the other, driving into you at a steady pace. Your breaths hitched at every thrust, he was hitting every spot just right. Your mouth hung open at his rhythm, sweat building on both of you. "It's gotta be quick baby," he said, panting, "I have to strain the au jus." You whined into his quickened pace, feeling yourself get close. "M' gonna...oh fuck, Ed," you groaned, digging your nails into his shoulder, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." "Cum for me princess, come on," he muttered in your ear, tilting you back a little, letting his thumb slip over your clit. That soft sensation did it for you, sending you yowling in the center of the kitchen with the curtains open. Eddie pulled out, sending hot wet seed all over your Camp Hawkins shirt -- luckily missing the table as a whole. You both caught your breath, and you slid off the table. "That was, wow," you said, "Wow." "Yeah," he breathed, "Yeah." Eddie shook his head, getting himself back together. "Are you okay?" he asked, while you put your short back on. "Yeah, I'm okay," you said. He came over and laid a gentle kiss on your forehead, lifting your hand and kissed right above your aching knuckles. "We'll put some ice on it, okay?" he said, "You did so good for me." You blushed, "I'm gonna change first." "Can you do two more things for me?" he asked. "Yes." "Can you clean this table, and then clean yourself up nice and pretty for dinner? It should be all ready when you're done." "Yes, chef," you smiled, walking into the pantry to get your supplies. The phone started to ring and you paused, looking at the phone on the wall and then at Eddie. "You gonna get that? It's probably Steve," he said, turning his back to you and reaching for the sauce pans. "No," you said, at the pantry door, "I'll just call him tomorrow." While you didn't see it, Eddie flushed, his heart racing. His girl, at least for the week, just his girl.

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wooahaes · 2 years ago

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under the sun [dk]

pairing: non-idol!seokmin x gn!reader

prompt: darl+ing inspired fic.

word count: 8.7k

warning: a lot of emotional vulnerability between reader and seokmin (angst). skinship. vague food mentions (they cook, so food implied). seokmin and reader both cry on each other multiple times. fluffy idiots who fall for each other and know it. minimal editing, admittedly (its 6 am).

daisy’s notes: im sorry i have 0 impulse control and wrote this in the span of a few hours.

summary: It all starts when you wake up in a field without a name or any memories to define yourself with. Thirteen men take you in as one of their own, and slowly you begin to wonder what is going on within this world... and between you and one of them.

< day 3 || masterlist ||

Things were... hard in the beginning. Seokmin knew that just as much as everyone else did. Despite the fact he was always a ray of sunshine, according to everyone who knew him, he struggled when he first showed up with nothing but the clothes on his back. He hid that struggle well, in his opinion, since no one ever seemed to comment on it--more-so on the lack of a struggle. Joshua had once said it was like Seokmin had always been right there with them with how well he seemed to mesh into the group. He just smiled and nodded along, agreeing that the group always felt like family since he stepped into it--but he knew that he struggled a little with feeling... out of place. Maybe it came in part from being the only person there who wasn’t found by Seungcheol. It was something that still stung to think about, in a weird sense that he never told anyone. Like he had tread on forbidden ground, his stay allowed by someone who couldn’t fully guarantee it (but Jeonghan and Joshua had both promised him that he would be cared for, that Seungcheol would let him stay despite the anxiety in the back of his mind telling him that his word seemed to hold more power than theirs). Seokmin learned in time that, while Seungcheol did lead them, he valued the opinions of everyone there. People were allowed to make their case when fights broke out among the group (and they did: Seokmin witnessed so many and partook in some), and Seungcheol listened. But that was something Seokmin learned in time.

He saw himself in you, if he was honest. That same inkling of uncertainty that bled through in certain actions. He saw it in Mingyu when he first came, all hidden behind that happy exterior and a charming smile as he got along with everyone. In Minghao, too, in the way he retreated into himself, too uncertain of the others at first until Seokmin (and Jun--Seokmin knew it was a collaborative effort, even if his initial talks were enough to warm Minghao up a bit) helped build that bridge between them. In Seungkwan, who was brought into his friendship with Soonyoung with ease; in Hansol, who masked it well, too, but opened up when Seokmin prodded him to; and in Chan, who openly spoke to him one night about feeling out of place.

So when he found you outside one night, several days after you learned your name, he wasn’t surprised. Sure, you came out of your shell a little--in part because Chan took you on as his own companion, but Seokmin still saw it. The moments of uncertainty in your actions, more-so when you had to ask for help. He understood it. That was what he did: he understood the hard parts and tried his best to brighten them up so that everyone remembered they weren’t alone.

He stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching where you had sat down in the grass. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

Your shoulders jerked as you whipped around to face him, and Seokmin could see where there were wet streaks down your cheeks. He understood that part, too. You wiped at your eyes roughly, apologizing without much of a second thought to it.

“I can leave if you need to be alone,” he said softly, but took a few steps forward just to crouch down next to you. “Do you want me to leave?”

He watched you think it over, lips pressing into a tight line before you shook your head. You scoot aside a little, giving him the space to sit down if he wanted to. “It’s okay,” you said. “I’m fine now.”

“Are you?” He sat down next to you, watching you carefully. “It’s okay to cry. We all know this is hard.”

“It shouldn’t be,” you hugged yourself. “It’s just...”

He said nothing. Seokmin just sat there, watching you take a deep breath to keep the tears at bay. If you wanted to cry, though, he would let you. He just needed to know how to care for you if you did, even if that meant leaving you alone to let emotions run their course.

“It’s just hard.”

Seokmin looked ahead, watching tall wheat sway in the breeze. The moon was big and bright, and he wondered if he’d see another falling star. He remembered hearing about one the night of Chan’s celebration. Chan hadn’t shut up about it the entire morning they found you, after all, citing Seungcheol as being right there with him when he saw it. That felt special. Maybe Seokmin would witness something like that with you, if he were lucky. A little moment shared between the two of you might help make you feel more at home.

You reached up, wiping at your eyes again. “I feel like everyone’s just going to worry if I don’t act like I’m fine. I know it’s annoying having to teach me everything.”

“You’re learning,” he said. “Everyone learns differently. No one’s going to be upset with you for that.”

“I know.” You didn’t look at him, just staring straight ahead as you controlled your emotions as tightly as you could. “I don’t want anyone to worry about me any more than they already do.”

Seokmin just stared at you for a moment. He understood that part, too, a little too well. He just put on a smile instead, soft and understanding as he could make it. “It’s okay to be cared for,” he said. “We’re a family. We’re supposed to be here for each other. That includes you.”

He watched you shut your eyes, squeezing them tight, but the tension ease off of your shoulders a little.

He tore up pieces of grass. “But if it helps,” he said, letting them drop into the breeze. “You can come to me, and I won’t tell anyone unless you want me to.”

He could have cited Chan, or Seungcheol, or anyone else that you were probably closer to. Yet... Seokmin felt like he saw himself in you a little more than he saw in the others. Perhaps that was why he felt the need to be there for you. Right when he was about to apologize, to ask if he crossed a line with that, you relaxed a little and finally met his gaze.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said. “Thanks, Seokmin,” and you leaned forward, pressing a gentle peck against his cheek. “You’re sweet.”

He watched you stand up, stretching in place for a moment before making some remark about how you were going back to bed now. Mingyu was probably missing his cuddle partner. You asked if he was coming, and he waved you to go on ahead. He could use a moment to himself, too. He waited until you went back inside to finally let out a breath, burying his face in his hands for a moment. One little kiss on the cheek was enough to fluster him, definitely because he wasn’t sure you’d be that kind of person. His fingers brushed over where your lips had pressed earlier, and he smiled to himself.

Maybe the two of you would be good friends in the end, if you liked him enough to show that little display of affection in private. He was sure you’d do the same with someone like Chan, and he knew that Seungcheol would dote on you and give you tiny kisses on the top of your head when trying to comfort you (he’d seen Joshua do the same, to be honest). But he felt... a little special in getting your affection like this.

A week later, you pressed a small note into Seokmin’s hand when you passed by him, pausing long enough to ask him what he was doing with Minghao. He pushed the note into his pocket (you lingered behind long enough to watch him do it) and met you gaze with an understanding nod before you trailed off after Jeonghan to go play some card game he’d been wanting to show you. All you gave him was a general time and place (after everyone went to sleep in the gardens), and when the time came, you pulled yourself out of Chan’s embrace. He pulled your little mouse plush into his chest, falling back asleep soon enough while you tiptoed around bodies until you finally left to wait in the gardens. You sat down underneath the peach trees, shivering slightly in the night’s breeze. Normally it was so warm, but maybe it was your mood that was making you feel a little colder. Wasn’t there some science there? You weren’t completely sure.

Soon enough, Seokmin emerged from the church and found you. He walked over, slowly sinking into the spot next to you.

“What’s wrong?” He finally asked a few minutes. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You just leaned into his side, shutting your eyes. A swell of guilt rose in your stomach over inviting him out just to vent your own frustrations. “I feel like I don’t belong here.”

Seokmin held back the urge to tell you that you did. That wasn’t what you needed right now, even if he did think that you belonged right there with them. “Why?”

A quiet inhale. A slow exhale. “I don’t remember anything.” You met his gaze a moment later. If it weren’t for the clear skies and the moon overhead, you wouldn’t be able to see his face. “I didn’t even remember my own name. It just feels... wrong.”

“It takes time,” he said. “Even if you never remember, it won’t change how we feel about you.” His hand brushed over your own. “You’re you. We like you.”

“But what about me?” You felt tears beginning to well up, and started trying to blink them back. “How can I like me if I don’t know who I am yet?”

Seokmin’s gaze softened tremendously at that, already reaching out to pull you closer. You folded into his arms without hesitation, eyes squeezing shut as you let go, tears spilling down your cheeks. He said nothing and just held you, slowly rubbing your back as you cried into his chest. Something in his chest ached at the thought of you being unable to love yourself. He hadn’t fully considered that aspect of it. Even with all the support around him, Seokmin could understand the feeling, too, of not being whole and trying to navigate that.

“I think... We have to love the parts of us we have,” he said quietly when your sobs grew softer. “And the people we’re becoming instead.”

You curled your hands into his shirt, fabric bunched between your fingers. “It’s just not fair--” You hiccuped, trying to bring yourself back down from your emotional high. “I just...”

Seokmin’s fingers grazed your shoulders for a moment as he brought you out of his chest, taking your face into his hands. He wiped away your tears. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s hard... but you can do it. We’ll love you no matter what,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t forget that. We’ll be right here with you.”

Seokmin felt something stir in his chest at that. A need to hold you, to just stay there with you. Was it the familiarity in you? In your words. Seokmin loved himself, that much was true. But loving something incomplete? The way a parent was meant to love their child? The way partners loved each other, or the way friends loved one another until the end point was reached? What was life if not a series of moments loving people who were still growing until you reached the end? His thumbs grazed your cheeks a moment longer before he let go of you, letting you move back into his arms to just stay there and be held. He understood that, too. Sometimes all he wanted was for the others to hold him for a moment, usually excused as him simply seeking skinship. The warmth of another person’s touch, their presence to remind you that they’re alive: how can someone live without it?

He thought about Seungcheol’s time alone sometimes. It flooded his nightmares, too, of a world where he was completely alone. Even his more recent dreams of being in a band with a few unfamiliar faces turned darker when they disappeared the moment he looked away. He’d wake up, sometimes with his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, and he’d remember he wasn’t alone. But even the thought of him being left alone terrified him most days. To not have Soonyoung to joke around with, or Minghao to sit with on lovely evenings, or fruit to share with Seungkwan... or you, right there in his arms because you trusted him to see the messy parts of you?

Seokmin wanted you to stay right there with him forever, just so he knew he’d have someone in his arms who could understand. He shut his eyes, letting you just hold onto him and snuggle into his chest.

A few more minutes, the two of you told yourselves. And then you’d go to bed after savoring that little moment of warmth a bit longer.

“Mouse.”

You’d been kneeling in the dirt when Minghao approached you, his own work completed. He’d waved to Jun on his way over before tucking his hands back into his jacket. He stood in front of you for a moment, quiet and watching you. You had greeted him in turn, glancing back at the blackberries you’d been picking before watching him for a moment longer. It was evident that he wanted to say something to you, yet... He was hesitating.

“Is everything okay?” You asked after another moment of waiting. “You can talk to me, Hao. It’s okay.”

Minghao glanced back to where Jun was before he turned back to you. “Do you want some help?”

You looked back at the blackberry bush in front of you, and then to Minghao. “I think I’ve got it handled!” You smiled, “Thanks--”

He kneeled down anyway, not joining in on the work at all. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said outright, “so I think I should just... say it.”

You frowned. Minghao didn’t exactly get along with you the way others did, but you didn’t think he disliked you. For the most part, you just tried to be mindful of his boundaries. “Did I do something?”

Minghao’s gaze flickered back up to your face instead of his own hands where he’d been fiddling with the bracelet he wore--something Joshua had made, you thought. It looked like the beaded jewelry he made. “No!” He said, “No, I...” He took a deep breath. “I just wanted to tell you... I think Seokmin carries a lot on his shoulders.”

You furrowed your brow. “Okay?”

“I know the two of you have been talking,” he said. “I... saw the two of you, I mean. I didn’t hear anything, but...”

“You don’t want me to talk to him?”

Minghao didn’t meet your gaze. “You should talk to him if it helps you. I just wanted you to care for him a little more than you care for the rest of us.”

With a glance at your basket of berries, you decided you’d picked enough. You pulled off your juice-stained gloves, setting them into your lap as you settled into the grass. “I don’t understand.”

He looked up after a long inhale. “Seokmin talks to us, but I think he doesn’t do it enough. I was just thinking that maybe... if he isn’t going to talk to us yet, then maybe he’d open up to someone new. Someone different from us.”

Different stood out a little too much to you. But you masked the slight tinge of pain it brought on. “I’ll try,” you promised.

“I know it’s a lot of responsibility,” he said. “I don’t know how to tell you I don’t... expect you to do it? I just want Seokmin to know he can talk to someone. He doesn’t have to hide his feelings.”

“Why haven’t you tried talking to him?”

He pressed his lips together. “I’ve tried,” he admitted, “a few times. We’ve talked a little, and it helped, just...”

“Not enough.”

On one hand, you didn’t understand what Minghao wanted from you. If Seokmin wasn’t going to tell people he was close to about the way he felt, why would he talk to you, someone who was still a stranger to him? Sure, Minghao said that you were “different” from them in some way, but... why you? What could Seokmin tell you that he wouldn’t tell someone like Minghao, or Soonyoung, or even Seungcheol? But on the other hand, you could maybe understand it a little. In a sense, you were a new perspective to certain things. From what you heard, Chan seemed to get the hang of things and fit in with relative ease pretty early on. You were still finding your footing, trying to get into the rhythm of things a little over a week after you came.

“You don’t have to do much,” Minghao said. “Just be there for him if he asks for you to be.”

That much you could do for anyone there. The moment you promised to try, you could practically see the stress roll off of Minghao’s shoulders. He shyly pressed a gentle peck against your cheek, the way others confidently did, and thanked you before returning to his own work. Your fingers grazed over where his lips had just been, and you smiled to yourself.

It was nice to know how much this family cared for one another.

Out of everyone, you liked cooking with Seokmin the most. Maybe it was because of your blossoming feelings for him, but he was nice to stay around. He always asked you about your day and would gently correct you if he needed to, or he’d tell you a story from before you came. It was nice to hear about the way life was before Seungkwan and Hansol found you, or even before they found Chan... Just little stories there, most from that first month of Chan’s joining. Seokmin talked about the time they went swimming together once at that lake. They’d have to take you one day--maybe before your celebration when they all need the break from preparations.

“Seokmin?” You looked up. “Celebrations were your idea, right?”

He hummed in response. “Yes?”

“Why?” You paused for a moment, realizing how harsh that could come off, “I mean--It’s a nice idea. I really like it. I think it’s sweet how much you guys celebrate your time together. I was just thinking about it, that’s all.”

Seokmin’s actions slowed to a halt. “I think... We all deserve to be happy for once.”

“We’re happy without them, though, right?”

He hesitated for a moment, before giving you a curt nod. You could hear the sound of him beginning to chop again, knife hitting the cutting board with each slice. “Right. But before I came, it felt like everyone was more carefree about it. I think we should take the time to really appreciate what we have.”

You had continued working, nodding along as he spoke. “A home...”

“That, but... our family. The garden. We’re all here and we’re doing well,” he paused for a moment. “We’re surviving together. The others survived before we came here, too. And.. we joined,” he met your gaze a moment, “and we’re helping build this community, too.” His eyes were twinkling with joy. “I think that’s something we should celebrate.”

“Why a month?” You asked. “That’s what the others said: one, three, six, and then it was supposed to go by year.”

Seokmin grew a little flustered as he looked away from you. “I think it’s good to celebrate people deciding to stay and making the effort to live with each other. That’s all.”

You could see the appeal. All you did was nod once more, letting out a small hum of acknowledgement for the sentiment. Seokmin truly was sweet and probably one of the most openly caring people there.

“I think it’s important to feel special,” he said a moment later. “And to remember that you’re cared for.”

Again, you ended up pausing for a moment. That was sweet. Seokmin was sweet. You already knew you were starting to fall for him, for how kind he was, but that moment made you fall a little bit more. He thanked you for staying a moment later.

“Thank you for staying, too,” you said in return. “I’m glad you’re here, Seokmin.”

He couldn’t fight back the smile tugging at his lips, face warm and heart fluttering. He pressed another kiss against your forehead before he hugged you tight, thanking you for being a sweetheart. And maybe, just a little, he felt that feeling of needing to be close to you stir in his chest more.

When Seokmin fell asleep that night, he dreamed of fighting with something over something stupid. He remembered the fear of getting hit and backing down. It was familiar--like the silly fight he had with Mingyu once. But... different. The strangest sense of deja vu despite not recognizing the walls around him, the face of the person he was arguing with even though he swore he knew that person.

When he woke up, he saw your sleeping face across from his own. Soonyoung had curled up close to you again, face squished against your shoulder. You had a hand laid, palm-up in front of you as you peacefully slept. He reached up, cautious for a moment, but he gently placed his own over yours. He liked the way your hand seemed to perfectly fit in his own.

Maybe he already liked you. Seokmin was happy to admit that to himself. Maybe he’d tell you, too, sometime soon. When he was ready, he promised himself.

You had asked Seokmin if he wanted to go on a walk with you one night. While you had no woes to really spill for once (you felt fine, to be honest), you hoped that maybe he’d open up to you this time. If nothing else, you were happy to have him as company. You were always happy to have Seokmin right next to you. He’d been sticking closer to you, too, lately. You weren’t always great at gauging when people had feelings for you--especially in such an affectionate group that seemed to press kisses onto your skin and hold your hand and cuddle close whenever given the chance--but... Seokmin always had this look on his face when he looked at you. It was overflowing with affection, more-so than the way he looked at the others. He loved everyone: that you were positive of. But... something about how tender he would be with you, fingers intertwined with your own so often like it was something he was meant to do...

You had a pretty good feeling about Seokmin. If you were a little braver, you’d ask him outright how he felt. But that could come later.

He had held your hand that night, walking with you alongside the river. Neither of you were going to go too far from the church, but with the moon bright above, you felt no worries about losing your way. Seokmin’s warm hand, palm pressed against yours, only served to make you feel safer. You hoped he felt the same with you there.

“Did someone put you up to this?” He asked after a while.

You looked up. “What?”

“Not the walk,” he said. “I think that was you. But... I know the others worry,” he said. “Was it Minghao? Or Jeonghan? Or... maybe Soonyoung,” he said, voice growing a little quieter, “did someone ask you to watch over me?”

You grew flustered, realizing how easily he saw through you. “No one put me up to this--”

Seokmin stopped, stepping into your way. “It’s okay,” he said. “Like I said... I know the others worry. I promise I’m okay,” he said, pulling his hand free. He took your face into his hands, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “I would tell you if I wasn’t.”

“Would you?”

He nodded, not offended by the slight disbelief in your voice. “It’s my job to help make everyone happy,” he told you. “That’s why I suggested the celebrations. We all struggle sometimes... so I’m here to help make it better.”

You frowned. “Seokmin...” You reached up, pulling his hands away from your face. You pressed your palms against his own, his fingers following your own as you stretched yours. “Then who’s supposed to hold you through your hard times?”

“I can take care of myself,” he promised. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

That... stung. You trusted him. Did he not trust you? “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Would it help if I promised to come to you?” He drew your hand closer to his mouth, pressing his lips against your knuckles. “If I need you?”

You nodded. “It would.”

“Then I will.” Another kiss against your knuckles. “Can I hold you tonight?”

You frowned. “Seokmin...” You pouted. “Chan already asked, I feel really bad going back on it--”

He laughed. He wasn’t offended by a promise to cuddle with someone else--but you pouting over having to turn him down only endeared you more to him. “Tomorrow, then,” he said. He pressed another kiss to your forehead. “Should we head back? This was nice,” he slipped his hand into your own again, fingers intertwined. “We should do this more.”

“Go for walks?”

“Be together,” he smiled at you. “I like being with you.”

You hid a smile behind your free hand, and the sound of Seokmin’s laugh only made the heat travel back to your face. Even if the night was a failure at getting him to open up, you felt... more certain that Seokmin liked you the way liked him. Maybe something would blossom further between the two of you. If you could have more little dates with Seokmin like this (and something told you, by that cute look on his face, that he’d be the kind of person to follow you anywhere), you’d be happy. Maybe he’d open up to you further as you grew closer.

He let go of your hand when you came back to the church, not wanting anyone to catch either of you in what was beginning to feel more intimate. But you turned back to him before the two of you could head down to rejoin the others, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Maybe he’d kiss you soon. You made him want to even more.

He watched you trail a few steps ahead, Chan looking up from where he’d changed for bed and been in conversation with Seungkwan, smiling the moment he saw the two of you had returned. He opened his arms out, doing grabby hands for you to come over.

“Let me change, you dork!” You called out, and Seokmin only smiled as he watched you walk off.

Cute. He liked how much you seemed to fit into their family now. He’d end up curled up between Seungkwan and Soonyoung soon enough, but he honestly ached to hold you in his arms again. Something about holding you made him feel safe.

He dragged himself from bed, quietly leaving the room to get a glass of water. The sound of someone coming in pulled his attention away from the tap, and he felt water spill over his fingers as Seungcheol stood in the doorway.

“Is everything okay?” Seungcheol asked once he grew a little closer, leaning against the counter.

Seokmin nodded, wiping off the side alongside his wet fingers. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Seungcheol nodded, arms folded across his chest. “How’s Mouse?”

“They’re--” He paused, hesitating. He figured someone would have noticed the way you two would sneak away to talk at night--and it didn’t surprise him that Seungcheol either would have been told or noticed on his own. You had been struggling before, but he promised he wouldn’t tell Seungcheol without reason.

“They don’t know I’m talking to you,” he said. “You don’t have to tell me anything they trusted you with, Seokmin. But... is there anything the rest of us can do for either of you?”

Seokmin caught that, too outright for him not to. “I’m fine,” he insisted further. “I think they’re having a rough time. They’ll come to you when they’re ready.”

Seungcheol nodded, busying himself with straightening up. “What about you?”

“Cheol,” Seokmin frowned. “I promise I’m okay.”

Seungcheol looked up. “You can always talk to us,” he said again. “I just wanted you to know that--”

“I know you worry,” he said. “I appreciate the concern. I promise I’ll come to you if I need you.”

Seungcheol drifted a step back. “Okay,” he said. “Sleep well. You know we’re here for both of you.”

Seokmin thanked him as Seungcheol began to head back to bed, and he called out a goodnight to him before he left completely. He sighed, feeling as though his mask was slipping a little too much nowadays. He had heard Seungkwan venting frustrations to Hansol the other night, talking about how much of his previous life felt like it was right there at the tip of his tongue. He heard Soonyoung swear that Jihoon’s songs reminded him of something. That Jihoon was getting frustrated again, because now he was struggling to write lyrics in general--and even though he never managed to finish those songs, something blocking out any inspiration to do so, it was... more frustrating this time.

Seokmin decided he would be the sunshine they all needed to clear away the rainy feelings. He could deal with his own feelings later. But when he went back to bed, to curl up next to Seungkwan and Soonyoung again, he looked back at your sleeping form. Chan’s arms were wrapped around you, your back pressed against his chest so he could bury your face in his shoulder. Mingyu was on the other side of you, holding your hand. That little stuffed mouse you slept with was nestled close to you, too.

Maybe Seokmin could tell you, first. You’d been open enough with him. Maybe it was his turn to open up.

There was a little pressure to do things well whenever Seungcheol was working with you. Most of the time, you realized it wasn’t necessary. While he would check in with whoever was on the same chore as him, he wasn’t going to hover over your shoulder and chastise. Sometimes he’d catch mistakes, but they were always met with a firm correction and an explanation on what you were doing wrong if you needed it. But most days, he’d go off and work on harvesting his own things, or he’d focus on his own share of the laundry. He was a leader, yes, but he still had to complete his own share of the chores every day.

Yet he stayed close to you that day, watching the way you were pruning plants the way he taught you. Just to observe, he told you. Yet he stayed kneeled nearby, picking his own share of fruit from those bushes while you dropped yours into the basket between the two of you. Sometimes clipping away at the dead leaves that had shriveled up enough that you could safely remove them. Seungcheol watched on with the slight sense of pride in his eyes that you had listened well.

After the longest time of not talking, save for the occasional note of praise, he spoke up again: “Is everything okay?”

You said nothing, caught off-guard by the sudden question. Did Seokmin say something...? Had you said something worrisome by accident? You weren’t sure. You hadn’t had any problems lately, after all. Was that what worried Seokmin...?

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me about it,” he continued on after a moment, not looking up from his own gardening. “But you should know you can always come to me if you need to.”

You nodded. “Right. Thank you, Seungcheol.”

He frowned immediately at that, looking over at you with a pout. “Cheol,” he corrected you, only slightly whiny as he did so. “Don’t call me Seungcheol...”

You almost laughed at how cute he could be sometimes. Despite being the leader of this rag-tag bunch, he still had his moments where the “strong, responsible” leader melted away and revealed him to be someone stubborn and sweet. You hadn’t seen it during your first week there, and you assumed it was because he was still in his “leader” mode to make sure you were comfortable with your new surroundings. But he wrapped his arms around you two separate times before, complaining about how the others (Seungkwan, once, and another time it had been Chan) wouldn’t tell him that they loved him back. He had smiled, teasingly asking if you’d say it back.

You had laughed a little, but you told him both times that you loved him. He giggled, pressing a kiss to your temple before saying that you were his new favorite. It was sweet. You were glad to have someone like Seungcheol guiding the group.

“Sorry, Cheol,” you said, trying not to laugh at how he was still sulking over your slip-up. “I guess I have a lot on my mind.”

He nodded. “Are you talking to someone here...?”

Shit, would it offend him that you only talked to Seokmin...? “Sometimes Seokmin and I talk,” you confessed. “Is that okay?”

“As long as you have someone you’re comfortable talking to, I’m happy.” He stopped in his work, looking up to meet your gaze. “I know it’s still hard, but we’re all here for you whenever you feel ready to open up.”

You didn’t think before you started to speak. “It’s hard to open up when it feels like no one else wants to.” You tore your gaze away from his, going back into your work. “I mean... Sometimes Seungkwan will talk about his feelings, and so do a few others, but it feels like we’re all still holding everything close to our chests. I know you want us to be open and honest with each other, Cheol, but I think it’ll take more than just telling people we have the space to do so. We’re fourteen people,” you dropped a berry into the basket, and then plucked a dried-up leaf that’d fallen in. “It’s hard to bring up things without feeling out of place,” you tossed it away. “Like we’re intruding. Vulnerability is hard.”

Seungcheol watched you carefully. “Is there a way we can help with that?”

You swallowed the doubt you felt. Hopefully you didn’t cross a line. “Maybe you should lead by example, Cheol,” you finally looked back up to watch him. He was serious now, taking in every word you were saying. So you continued on, “I think we all look up to you. If you talked about what’s on your mind... Maybe it’d help all of us feel more comfortable, too.”

He nodded, letting the words sink in. He reached out, bringing you in to press a kiss against your temple. “I’ll try,” he said, although it felt... too quiet. Too light, too airy. Like it was a lie in its most obvious form, but surely Seungcheol wouldn’t lie so obviously to your face. “If you think that’ll help...”

“I do,” you insisted. “I think he looks up to you a lot. Maybe it could... inspire people, I guess.”

Seungcheol watched you for a moment longer, just studying the way you gazed off into the distance. He knew. “You’re worried about someone.”

“Huh?”

“It’s okay,” he said, voice soft. “But... Mouse?” He smiled, “Promise me you’ll pursue what makes you happy.”

You blinked in confusion, and then once more. “What do you mean?”

Seungcheol didn’t answer you, giving you a gentle pat on the head as he stood up. You could already hear the sound of someone--two people, actually--running through the trees. You looked up to see Seokmin and Soonyoung standing there, smiling and out of breath as they caught sight of you.

The two greeted him casually enough, and then Soonyoung looked at you. “When you’re done, you should come join us--”

“They’re done,” Seungcheol said, casual as can be. You immediately looked toward him, fully aware you had more work to do. “I can carry these inside, Mouse,” Seungcheol told you. He nodded for you to go on, to join the others, and you said nothing.

Soonyoung looked from you to Seungcheol, not oblivious to the fact that you were clearly not finished. But Seokmin held a hand out to you, happy to help you to your feet before he started helping you dust yourself off. He was already explaining the card game he wanted to play with you and Soonyoung, and Soonyoung took one look at Seokmin before it clicked. He met Seungcheol’s eyes, and the leader merely smiled at him and nodded toward the direction of the church.

The three of you headed back toward the church, and Seungcheol noticed the way Seokmin tightly held your hand in his own. He looked back at where you had abandoned your work, and sighed. He shook his head. Maybe he shouldn’t take over for you--at least not make a habit of it--but... What was one more day of picking up the slack if it meant you could be happy? He saw the way you lit up when you saw Seokmin had come to find you. If you smiled at him that way...

Seungcheol sighed once more, and smiled to himself. He hoped you’d take his words to heart in the end. Even when he was carrying both your and his parts of the day’s harvest, he could hear the way your laugh carried down from the attic. You were calling Soonyoung a cheater, and trying to get Seokmin (who was laughing, too) onto your side.

He wondered when you’d realize that Seokmin was already right there, and that he’d likely stay right there if you’d let him.

Seungcheol was the first to confess a few days later that he worried about his leadership being enough. He spoke up in the middle of dinner, surprising most of you aside from Jeonghan and Joshua--who seemed to be fully aware of this in advance. Everyone fell in to support him, praising him or giving him critique about how he can do better if he truly felt that he needed it. It led Jihoon to admit he was worried about his own talent. About whether he was chasing something empty by writing so many songs, even though he’d never finish a single one. He felt like he was getting a part of himself back.

Soonyoung understood the feeling. Sometimes when he danced, it felt like he was closer to something. Chan could understand the feeling--as did Jun and Minghao. Hansol could, too, when he worked on his own lyrics.

All Seokmin did was provide support throughout all of it. Not everyone shared something they’d been holding to their chest (Joshua said nothing, and neither did Mingyu or Chan aside from any feelings they could understand), so it didn’t feel obvious that Seokmin was holding something back. But he met your gaze soon enough when you admitted to feeling... incomplete.

“It’s hard to love someone incomplete,” you said. “But I think I understand how other people do it. I just need to learn how to love myself again, I think.”

People loved and supported you in that, just as Seokmin knew they would. Yet...

He wanted to say something. The words were lost in his throat, letters bundled up tight and staying lodged there no matter how he tried to word them. Maybe another night, he told himself. Tonight was everyone else’s night, perhaps. Seokmin didn’t need to add too heavily to it.

Another night, he promised himself. When he was ready.

A few nights later, Seokmin sat with his back against the wall of the church, legs tucked up close to himself. Most nights, it was easy for him to go on a walk to clear his head and cope with the feelings building up. That nasty, bitter taste of not being enough. He made others happy, sure, but what about himself? Seokmin was happy. He loved being there with everyone, with you, but he understood your own plights too well. The desire to remember more, no matter what pain it might bring. Forgetting could be seen as a blessing, especially if the world had ended and left you fourteen behind. Not remembering his mother’s smile or babies he used to make laugh, his school teachers growing up... That would be a blessing, wouldn’t it? Yet he yearned to have part of himself back. Perhaps some might call it selfish, especially if this was it, but he wanted to know.

He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath, and let himself rest a little. To let that happy air down, to make way for a pensive moment just for himself. Yet he heard footsteps, and the quiet groan of someone pulling themself up into the church. The fabric was folded back.

“Seokmin?” You called out to him. Of course it was you. The one person he felt like saw through him and called him on it too often now. You had told him that he could be vulnerable with you: he let you be vulnerable, after all.

“Mouse.” He looked up, forcing a wavering smile as he saw you. This was not how his night was supposed to go, yet he felt the exhaustion build up too high. His walls too short to prevent the onslaught of emotions that were rising further and further inside him. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?”

His smile wavered a little more, the corners of his mouth twitching. Even without his answer, you started making your way over to him, and all he could do was raise up a hand to try and stop you. “I’ll be fine--”

You kneeled before him, and opened up your arms. “C’mere.”

And that was all he needed. He felt his breath catch in his throat, and he immediately dove into your arms and held on tight as he felt the tears well up as words started spilling from his mouth about everything he felt he needed to swallow and keep to himself. His job was to help take care of everyone, to make things happy. That was why he suggested the celebrations. Yet before you, he was reduced down to a whimpering man whose hot tears were staining your shirt as his emotions reached their crest and crashed over his walls. You rubbed circles onto his back, letting him cry as he needed to.

Seokmin wasn’t a man afraid to cry, and you knew that. But when was the last time he let himself truly break down and let everything go? He couldn’t remember.

“It’s hard,” he soon said, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. “It’s so hard sometimes...”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Your voice was gentle, no anger or accusations of him hiding things. Just the desire to understand.

His fingers bunched up the fabric of your shirt into his palms, eyes squeezing shut. “Everyone had enough to deal with,” he admitted, breathing evening out. “You had enough to deal with, too. I didn’t want to add to that.”

“Seokmin...” He watched you frown as he drew away from you, his hands resting at your waist. You were so warm and real underneath his fingers. If he let go, would you stay there? Would you disappear into stardust or light, like a lost memory? He liked knowing you were real and right there with him. “It’s okay to struggle,” you finally said, hands covering his own. “You don’t have to struggle alone. We’re all here.” You squeezed his hands. “And I’ll always be here, too, if you aren’t ready to tell the others yet. Or you can talk to Minghao, or Jeonghan, or... or anyone. You don’t have to talk to all of us. But we’re here,” you took his face into your hands, “and we love you, and we want to support you. You just have to let us in.”

He watched you, gaze flickering to your lips for only a moment. He wanted to kiss you, to tell you that he’d fallen for you. Not tonight, he told himself. The time to tell you was later, during a good day. He didn’t want you to think he was confessing because he was upset and not thinking straight. You deserved to know just how much he’d grown to love you.

His lip quivered, though, and he felt the warmth of being loved rise in his chest. He squeezed your hips again, and shut his eyes as you leaned in, lips grazing his forehead.

“We’re right here,” you promised. “All you have to do is ask.”

He loved you. It was all he could think about: he loved you with everything he had. He knew that was the kind of person he was. “I know,” he breathed. “It’s just... hard. Everyone’s hurting,” he said quietly. “It’s hard to take care of yourself when others’ have worse problems.”

“I know.” You sank down a little further to be on eye level with him. “But it’s okay to admit you’re hurting, too. It’s not a competition.”

He nodded. Despite the ache in his chest, the pain of being vulnerable that peeked through the warm love he carried for you, he could feel other thoughts clouding his mind. The desire to kiss you, to hold you, to tell you and be vulnerable in a different way. “Thank you for being here,” he said instead. I love you. Please don’t leave me alone. “Can you cuddle with me tonight?”

Seokmin watched the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. “Of course,” you had said, “If that’s what you want. I’m happy to be here for you.”

He held you tight in his arms that night, as if you’d disappear if he let you go. Despite confusing dreams of tired nights and days with hot, heavy lights pointed at him (maybe his thought that he was an actor in his past life wasn’t too far off, after all), you served to be his guiding light. The person who made him feel complete as he was, like life was crystal clear when you were around. He missed so many things about himself, yet those feelings seemed bearable when you were right there with him. He woke up when Minghao curled up close to him, an arm draped around him as a reminder that he wasn’t alone. That everyone in that room loved him.

If he was the sun, then you were the moon: reflecting the light back to him and reminding him that he wasn’t the only star in the sky.

Being vulnerable with you was hard in itself. But he spoke up days later, fully admitting to the others during dinner that he felt.. lesser. Like he had to make up for everything by carrying the burdens of everyone else. It was met with genuine care and conversation in return. No moments of making him feel like his feelings were wrong, like he shouldn’t feel like that.

“You’ve brought us all a lot of joy and comfort,” Seungcheol told him gently. “We want to be here for you, too.”

Everyone agreed. Even you, who pretended that you hadn’t heard any of this before, gave him a reassuring smile. He whispered to you to meet him in the attic half an hour after the group dispersed, before he disappeared to talk with a few others a little more. The full group had listened and validated him, yet Seungkwan had asked him to sit with him and a few others a little while longer. They, too, felt the guilt of wanting to remember despite knowing that forgetting could have been a blessing.

“I think being honest is hard,” he admitted to them. Hansol had nodded along as Seokmin continued, “but I think I need to start being completely open from now on. Even when it’s hard.”

Soonyoung knew. “Then you should go wait for them,” he hugged his knees close to him. “Right? That’s what you wanted to do.”

Seokmin hesitated. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m running away from you all--”

“You don’t,” Hansol said. “Go confess or whatever,” he smiled. “We’ll all be here for you whenever you want to talk more, alright?”

He was thankful for people who understood. Seokmin returned to the church, climbing up into that sun room. You hadn’t come up, thankfully, giving him time to think about what he wanted to say it. Should he even say it? He didn’t want to waste time anymore. He needed you to know how he felt. If he waited, he’d back down and make up excuses for a “better time” in a world where they never knew what day would be their last.

So he had to do this. He had to tell you.

He could hear the ladder buckle slightly, the sound of you making your way up it. Soon enough, you peeked over the top, and then climbed in to face him. His name was already on your lips when he turned to face you, back to that sun-window that was painting the room in orange hues from the dying light of day.

“I love you.” He watched your eyes widen in surprise, and steeled his nerves. “You make me feel confident in myself. If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I would have decided to open up like this to the others. And I know it’s sudden, but I wanted to tell you that I love you.”

“I... love you, too?” You paused. “Seokmin--”

“Not in that way,” he said. He knew he’d said it before to everyone. He’d heard you say it, too. “I’m in love with you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” he curled his fingers into his palm. Stay strong. Tell them outright. “I just wanted you to know that I love you and I’m glad you stayed. I... I don’t think my world would be the same without you. Thank you for being you.”

You took a slow step toward him, and then another. “Seokmin, I...”

His chest ached at a lack of response. Maybe it was foolish, but he needed to tell you. If he didn’t, he felt like holding that feeling in forever would kill him. “It’s okay,” he said. “I understand--”

And then you kissed him, closing that distance too quick for him to process. His hands fell to your hips, holding you against him as he kissed you back. He shut his eyes, savoring the warm feeling of your body against him. Yet you pressed a little harder against him, and he staggered back, almost falling onto that bed as he steadied you. You drew back, barely getting a chance to apologize before he pulled you back in for another kiss.

You drew away fully soon enough. “I love you, too, by the way,” you smiled at him. “Thank you for being my sunshine.”

He felt his face heat up. “Can I... kiss you again?” He almost felt bad for not asking before, but you had stolen the first kiss. Was it a crime to steal one in return?

He’d steal as many kisses from you as he could, in the end. He didn’t have to convince you to stay with him up there for the night, just so he could hold you close without anyone else intruding. Other nights he could sleep with you close and someone else nearby, because Seokmin was more than okay with still cuddling with the others (he was a touchy person, after all). He just wanted to fall asleep with you next to him for once, and maybe again in the future when he wanted to steal you away for alone time. Your head rested on his shoulder, arm draped across his chest as he held you close.

“Are you still awake?” His voice was quiet in the calm of the night, and he felt you stir a little next to him. He almost wanted to call your name to ask again, but you yawned and settled back in next to him. “Thank you for being my night.”

He could feel you smile against his chest. If you’d be the calm night to end the day, he’d be your morning sunshine from now on.

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Prompt: Buck and Reader are dating (maybe even engaged) before buck joins 118. Buck doesn't tell about reader at anyone in the station. Eddie could already be part of 118. And then buck gets hurt or something and they meet reader. Athena loves her and then can we have a scene of buck&reader with the fire kids.

Emergency Contact

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of hospitals and injuries, a mention of pregnancy

Category: Angst and fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: Italics is a flashback :)

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A house fire, a normal occurrence for the 118. They arrive, Buck and Eddie make their way through the house whilst Hen and Chim tend to the others. The family that lived there, the Smiths, couldn't find their daughter outside and figured she was still inside so they had gone in to find her.

Buck and Eddie had spilt up when they got inside, Buck going left and Eddie going right. Eddie had found the little girl and managed to get her out of the house, her parents were grateful that he brought her back to them.

“Where’s Buck ?” Bobby turns to Eddie.

Eddie glances around, unsure as to where his friend was. “I thought he was right behind me, I swear I saw him on the stairs”

Bobby radioed, “Buckley, come in”

Before they could get an answer, there was a loud crash from inside the house. Eddie and Bobby run back in to see Buck on the floor of the kitchen, the ceiling had a massive hole in it and he was covered in dust. Buck tries to sit up a little too fast but falls onto his back. It seems like the floor had given out under him and he had fallen through.

“Buck?” Eddie calls to him, checking his pupils. “Yeah, definite concussion,” he tugs on Buck’s coat, feeling his abdomen area. “At least 2 broken ribs, if not more.” Eddie looks up at their captain, his hand still gently feeling Buck’s abdomen.

Bobby comes over, grabbing Buck’s feet as Eddie sits Buck up carefully and loops his arms under his. The two men carry him out, Chimney rolling a stretcher over to them. From that point, Hen and Chim took over, checking his vitals and if they had missed any other fractions or broken bones. The ambulance pulled off first, Chimney in the driver’s seat and Hen in the back with Buck. The firetruck followed, both vehicles headed to the hospital.

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“Did anyone call Maddie ?” Hen breaks the silence filled waiting room. Bobby looks up at her, Hen speaks again, “she is his emergency contact, isn't she?”

Something about that didn’t sound right to Bobby. He hadn’t been there when Buck started as a probie but he had gone over everyones forms when he became captain. He can’t remember who Buck’s emergency contact was but he didn’t think it was Maddie.

“Does anyone have her number ?” Bobby asks, no one answers. “I’m gonna head back to the station, I'll give her a call and come back. If anything changes, let me know?” Eddie answers with a yeah and Bobby heads out.

Once he arrived back at the station, he searched through the drawers of files - which truthfully, should be organized better, but that was a problem for another time. Once finding the file, his finger runs down the page. Maddie’s name was on the form but as a secondary contact. y/n l/n was the name listed as primary contact so he called this mystery woman. She answers after the first 2 rings.

“Hi, is this y/n?”

“It is, who’s this?”

“I’m captain Bobby Nash with the 118.”

“What can I do for you, captain ?”

“You’re listed as Evan’s primary emergency contact.” there was a pause in the conversation, the line had gone silent.

“Yeah, is he alright ?” the woman’s voice returns.

“He fell through the floor during a call today. He has a concussion and a few broken ribs- one of the ribs seems to have punctured a lung and he’s in surgery now. I was calling to notify you, we’re at the hospital if you’d like to join us”

“Thank you for calling, I'll be there soon” and with that, she hung up. Bobby still had no idea who this woman was or how she knew Buck. The lack of emotion in the call didn’t help him gauge who it might be. He pushed the thought from his mind and called Maddie - surely whoever this y/n woman was, was obviously important to Buck if she was listed before Maddie but Maddie was his sister and she deserved to know so he called her anyways.

When Bobby returned back, Buck was still in surgery. He sat down just as Athena arrived. A box of donuts in one hand and one of those huge containers of coffee in the other, Bobby got up and helped her, not before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You didn’t have to come by,” he tells her as he sets the thing of coffee on the table in the middle of the room, she gives him a small smile. “Buck might be trouble but he’s still one of ours. I’d show up for any of them, you know that” she nudges him with her shoulder softly, he smiles at her once more. Everyone gets up, helping themselves to the coffee and donuts that Athena brought- they all thanked her as they all know the horrors of hospital food.

A woman walks in, she’s at the nurses desk which is across from where the team sat. She’s asking for Evan Buckley and the nurse points her in the direction of the team in the waiting room. She approaches, her hands shoved in her sweater pocket- rather Buck’s sweater pocket. Bobby had seen him show up to work in that very sweater a few days before.

“You must be y/n” Bobby stands, his hand stretched out to her.

“I am, you’re Bobby, right ?” your hand comes out to reach his, shaking it. It didn’t take long for Bobby to notice the large diamond on your ring finger. Your hand lets go of his, returning to its spot in your pocket. Bobby gives you a small smile which you mirror.

“Everyone, this is y/n. Buck’s- sorry, I didn’t ask. How do you know Buck?” Bobby asks you, you glance around the room. Everyone's eyes were on you.

“I’m Buck’s-”

“Y/n!” a woman calls for you. Turning around, you see Maddie approaching you. “Mads!” your arms open as she gets closer. She embraces you in a hug, your hand rubbing up and back her back.

“Did you hear anything yet ?” she asks you, letting you go. Shaking your head, “I just got here”

“You know her too ?” Chimney pipes up from his chair, Maddie looks over at him. “Yeah, obviously. She’s Buck’s fiancee” she tells him, the entire room goes silent.

You look over at your sister in law, “they didn’t know that yet Mads” chuckling, you pat her back before taking a seat across from a woman in a police uniform. Maddie’s eyes went wide, her mouth slightly opened in shock. “Sorry! I thought you told them” she says, sitting beside Chimney. “I was about too but you called for me”

Everyone’s attention is on you, the woman sitting across from you speaks up. “Well, it’s nice to meet you” she says, “I’m Athena, Bobby’s wife” she introduces herself.

“Ah, so the whole family’s in law enforcement huh ?” you smile, Athena chuckles. “Seems like it. What do you do ?”

“I’m a nurse over at General”

“I thought I had seen you somewhere before” Athena smiles.

The room goes back to quiet, the team talking amongst themselves. Maddie sat beside you and on her other side was Chimney, you had seen him for the pictures Maddie showed you when she started seeing him. Beside him was a woman, she wore glasses and had a friendly smile- Hen. Buck had told you about her and her wife, they seemed like nice people. Sitting beside Hen was a man, cute with somewhat of a resting bitch face- that was Eddie, Buck’s best friend. Buck practically lived at his house when you worked night shifts and you had also seen a million and one photos of his son, Christoper, who was the sweetest little boy on the planet from what you had heard.

Your hand rested on your lap, your thumb pushing and pulling the engagement ring on your finger back and forth.

“He must really love you because that’s one hell of a rock” Athena was pacing the room and was now beside you, her hand reaching for yours to take a closer look at the ring. You laugh, “it is, isn't it?”

“I have to ask, how long have you two been engaged ? Because he’s never mentioned you.”

“Oh I know,” you hum, “we like to keep things low key but um, it’s been 2 years since we got engaged. We aren't really in a rush to get married.” you tell her.

“2 years? That’s a long time to keep a secret like that”

“Yeah, it’s been a challenge- but it’s not like he didn’t want to tell you guys. He just didn’t know how. Oh you know how he is- actions over words.”

You and Athena talk a bit more, she tells you how Bobby proposed to her on Christmas Eve. She showed you a picture from when they got married- her own massive ring adorning her finger. You told her about how Buck proposed to you.

“Babe! The pancakes are going to get cold!” you shouted for your boyfriend from the kitchen of your apartment.

“I’m coming woman! Calm down” he shouts back, his footsteps coming closer with each step.

Buck had the weekend off and so did you- a rare occurrence for the two of you. You decided that instead of going out to get breakfast like you normally would, that you would cook instead. Hence why you were up at 10:15 on a Saturday morning and why your boyfriend’s shirt that you were wearing, was covered in flour and eggs.

Buck’s arms wrapped around your waist, your attention on the stove. His hands coming ups under your shirt to feel your bare skin, he was busy peppering kisses down your neck. You nudge him with your shoulder, “go sit down, I'll bring the pancakes over in a minute” you tell him and he hums. Pressing one more kiss to your neck, he untangles himself from you and goes to the table.

The layout of your apartment was a bit strange, the kitchen was by the front door but the kitchen didn’t have much space so your table was closer to your living room than the kitchen and there was a wall blocking you when you were in the kitchen so you weren’t able to see the table.

Now heading to the table with a plate in each hand, you were focused on not dropping the plates. That went out the window when you entered the room to see your boyfriend down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand.

“Buck” you breath

“Y/n, you are so amazing, you just- god, this is so cheesy but you really do take my breath away. Last night, I was laying beside you and I had this perfectly rehearsed speech that I was going to give you but it just doesn't make sense now. From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You stood by my side and didn't complain when I worked long hours or didn't have time because I joined the fire department. You are the woman of my dreams and I would do anything for you. So I hope you would do me the honour of being my wife ?”

“Yes, oh my god yes” you lean down to kiss him. Buck smiles, “baby?”

“Hm?”

“You gotta put the plates down” he chuckles, you hadn't realized you were still holding the plates. Setting them down, Buck gets up. The ring that was in the box was now in his hand, he slid the ring on your finger. Holding your hand up, you admired the ring.

“I think this deserves a proper breakfast”

“I don’t think there’s anything better than this” he pulls you in for a hug.

Athena laughs when you tell her, “he ambushed you when you were making him breakfast ? This kid has no sense of the right time” you chuckles at her comment. “It was perfect. I don’t think I would have it any other way, you know?”

The doctor comes in, he asks for Buckley and all 7 of you stand. “Wow big group. Okay- we were able to patch the hole. He’ll need to be off work for the next 3-4 weeks before he can even consider going back but he should make a full recovery.” a few breaths of relief were let out around the room. “He’s in recovery now, I can take you in one at a time. Who would like to go first ?”

Everyone's looking at you and you glance over your shoulder. “Do any of you want to go ?” you ask, no one answers you.

“Maddie ?”

“I’m gonna get some air and some coffee and then I'll be there. Give him a hug for me” she gives your hand a squeeze, you smile at her. Following the doctor down the hallway, you pass multiple rooms all with different families and people with different injuries. That’s one of the things you enjoyed about the hospital- if you looked past all the sadness, there were so many success stories, so many happy families.

Room 276 at the end of the hall was his. Buck was asleep, a few wires and such were hooked to him. Pulling a chair up to his bedside, your hand reached for him, holding it gently as your thumb rubbed the top of it. Your eyes drift to his monitor by his bedside, steady heartbeat and blood pressure. There was nothing to be concerned about yet you couldn't look away.

“y/n,” a faint whisper left his lips, you glanced down at your fiancee, his eyes barely opened.

“Buck,” you smiled, your hand coming up to touch his face. He nuzzled closer to your hand, turning his head ever so slightly to press a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Can I- water?” you let go of him to get the glass from the counter. Pouring some water in it, you stick the straw in the cup before holding the straw to his lips. He sighed and looked at you as you set the cup down. “I guess the secret’s out ?” he smiles, you nod.

“Maddie let it slip, but I was about to tell them so it’s fine” you kiss his forehead.

“Is everyone here?”

“Yeah, in the waiting room. They all thought you’d look horrendous so I came in to check, lucky me right ?” you joke, Buck lets out a weak laugh before his hand comes up to his chest.

“Ow, don’t make me laugh” he pouts, you smile at him. Sitting at the edge of the chair, your hand finds his hair, brushing it back softly.

“Surgery isn't a good look on you”

“Hey, I always look good” he pouts once more.

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The few weeks go by a lot quicker than expected and Buck is set to return to the 118 on Monday. Athena had helped you plan a little surprise get together for Buck but you had just told him that you were headed over to Bobby and Athena’s for the day because you were going shopping with Athena. You left home around noon and helped them set up all day and you called Buck around 6.

“Hey babe, how’s shopping going ?”

“It’s alright, we’re back at the house now. Bobby was saying that you should swing by, we could all have dinner together”

“Hm yeah, that sounds good. I’ll be there soon”

Now you wait. The entire team was already there, everyone scattered amongst the living room, waiting for him to arrive. He knocked on the door, Athena shouted for him to come in. He walked in, everyone waited for him to round the corner, the surprise evident on his face.

“What’s all this?” he smiles, he makes his way down the stairs.

“Welcome back” Bobby goes over to give him a hug. Buck makes his way around the room, saying hello to everyone. Eventually, he finds you in the kitchen with Karen who says hello to him and then leaves the two of you in the kitchen.

“So did you really go shopping ?” he asks, his arm over your shoulder and your arm wraps around his waist.

“Yeah but for party supplies” you smile at him, he leans down and kisses your head. Chris, Denny and Harry all come into the kitchen on the hunt for sweets that you previously heard Eddie, Athena and Hen all telling them that they weren't allowed to have. Of course they assumed that if they sweet-talk Buck that he would give them, and he did, he never said no to those boys.

All three of them made themselves comfortable on the couch as Buck returned with a plate of cupcakes for them. Buck sat beside them, pulling you onto his lap.

“Do you have any scars from the surgery ?” Denny asks him, looking over at Buck. “Yeah, do you wanna see ?” Buck asks, the 3 boys nod eagerly. You smile at them, Buck unbuttons the top of his shirt, pulling it to the side to show the boys the scar from the surgery. It was fairly tiny but still noticeable.

“Woah that’s cool!” “Can I poke it?” “That’s weird looking”

You and Buck laugh at the responses- boys will be boys. The 3 boys ask a few more questions and Buck shows them a couple other scars that he had gotten over the year, eventually they get bored of Buck and his stories and go off to find someone else. You leave Buck in the living room as he was talking to Maddie and Chimney.

Now in the backyard, you and Athena were talking about when you'd actually go shopping when someone bumped into your leg. Looking down, you see Nia beside you, you pick her up and hold her, Nia sitting comfortably on your hip now. The two of you go along with your conversation and Nia cuddles into your side, you glance down at the little girl who was smiling at you, you give her a smile too.

Buck’s arm wraps around your shoulder, he presses a kiss to your temple. “Hey,” he smiles before leaning forward to take a peak at Nia, “Hey kiddo” he reaches out to hold her hand, she smiles at him.

“You 3 look comfortable together” Hen says as she makes her way over with Karen. Buck laughs.

“If you’re open to babysitting, feel free to take the kids anytime” Karen jokes, you smile. “I might take you up on that. It’d be like to have an actual kid around rather than just Buck” you laugh, Buck pouts. “Hey! I’m not that bad” the 3 women all give him looks. Athena pats his shoulder, “that’s what you think Buckaroo”

“Having the kids around would be good practice” Your fiancee thinks out loud.

“Practice for what, darling?”

“You know, one day maybe we’d have kids”

“Oh not now? Not a fan of the whole pregnancy glow thing ?”

“Oh I am, I do it right-” “don’t finish that sentence” you laugh, leaning up to give him a kiss. You had a feeling that your fiancé’s family was about to become yours too.

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hii! I have a request for prompt 71 with Andy or ransom ☺️

Hey lovely, thank you so much for waiting this long for me to post this and i really hope you enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Prompt #71: "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me"

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, unprotected sex, rough sex, ass spanking, vagina spanking, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, daddy kink, breeding kink and angst.

Word Count: 3,486

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In The Mirror

Standing in the middle of the master bedroom, you start to fold the freshly washed clothes before putting them away neatly in the closet. You start off by putting shirts away, Andy’s and then yours before moving on to jeans. Sometimes you wonder how he even has the room for his own clothes since you take up the majority of the space. But you just put that down to shopping trips he's so insistent on treating you to.

As you’re just finishing up, you hear the front door open before it slams shut so hard that the anger fuelling the slam of it can be felt even upstairs where you are.

Looks like Andy is finally home...

You decide to finish up with what you’re currently doing, taking your time before approaching your husband with caution. It was probably another run in with Neil, something you’ve grown accustom to dealing with ever since you met him. Doesn’t mean you don’t run out of ways to handle it occasionally though, your best option is to just allow him to vent before you distract him. Usually distracting him requires an old movie and takeout but other times it requires rough and needy sex.

“Andy” you call out as you pad down the stairs and into the kitchen, only to find him practically chugging a beer way to quickly. It must be bad if he couldn’t even wait until dinner to drink alcohol.

“You know sometimes i think why do i even bother going to work. I mean, Lynn sure seems to enjoy screwing me over for that fucking prick Neil and i’ve had just about enough of it”

Okay, now he’s really angry. You have no idea what to do or even what to say to him, you’re rendered speechless by his cursing and boiling temper.

“I was just about to make dinner, uh, lasagne perhaps. Or maybe we could order takeout again and rent that movie you were telling me about. It’s up to y-“

“Did you not listen to a goddam word i said? I don’t give a shit about dinner, do whatever. I’m going to take a shower” his decibels rise, his tone scolding as he storms past you and up the stairs taking two at a time until he reaches the top. You hear his heavy footsteps stomping to the bedroom and then suddenly it all turns quiet until the shower water starts to run.

Rather than leaving him to cool off, you decide to head up to check on him.

In a way, he was right. You practically ignored his annoyed state and changed the subject, in fact you couldn’t have changed it fast enough. But that’s only because you didn’t know what to say. When he gets like that, there’s not a lot you can say.

“Andy, i’m sorry” you squeak, stepping into the master bedroom to find him stood with his back to you as he removes his dress shirt and tie. His back muscles tense as he stands still for a second before turning around and tossing his clothes to the floor before starting on his belt.

“Andy” you mumble, desperate for him to acknowledge you.

“What?” he snaps, slipping out of all clothes until he’s in nothing but his birthday suit, his impressive size dangling between his legs.

“I’m sor-“

“I heard you”

You gently step closer to him, examining his face for any tell tale signs of discomfort before you rest your hand on his right forearm, “please, just talk to me. What happened today?”

“Like you care, all you seemed to give a shit about was dinner, so how about you go focus on that like a good little house wife and leave me to deal with the tough shit... does that sound like a deal?”

“That’s not fair, Andy. I didn’t know what to say to you, that’s all. You’ve had that many run ins with Neil lately that i lose sight of how to help you. But i’m here now, just talk to me. Tell me what i can do to make it better”

Silence.

His hand pulls from your touch, but before you can even understand what’s going on you’re back is already touching his toned tatted chest. His arms rest on your shoulders, keeping you pressed against him.

“Well, there is one thing...” he starts, moving your hair to the other side of your neck, freeing up some skin for him to feast on. His mouth nears closer, his hot breath fanning you torturously as his nose nudges at you. That’s when you feel his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt teasingly, slowly lifting it up your torso with ease. You lift your arms in the air, allowing him to remove it before he discards it behind him without a care.

“Such a beautiful body, honey. Be a shame to waste it fretting away about dinner in that kitchen” you gulp in response, feeling his lips barely grazing the nape of your neck, the action causes a shiver to dance down your spine as his beard scratches you.

“Andy” your voice is nothing but a breathless whimper as you turn to face him, his hands instantly rest on your waist at the band of your booty shorts. Of course when he tugs at them, you know what he’s after now and you also know that no matter what you do or say, he’ll take it regardless.

He drops down to his knees, surrendering to your body and dragging your shorts down your legs as he sinks to the floor. You step out of them for him, even going as far as to kick them to one side before he pushes you back to the wall.

The palm of his hand gives your calf a soft squeeze as the other lifts your leg up to drape over his shoulder, your aching sex on show for his lustful orbs to focus on. The insatiable hunger is starting to drown out his mind, body and soul, he’s incapable of thinking of anything else but you, craving anything else but you.

He’s starving, desperate to taste you.

A couple more minutes pass with him peppering kisses along your ankle at first before moving up to your calf and then your thigh. You try to push him away due to the sensitivity there but he only forces you off him, he’s so much stronger than you could ever be and you know now that you’ve lost.

He presses another chaste kiss to your bundle of nerves before pausing and feeling your body react to his touch. Your shaking body begs to be worshipped and devoured whilst he begs to drink and breathe you in like you’re his only lifeline.

“Smell so good” he coos, poking his tongue out to give your clit a kitten lick as his nose nudges at your mound, the action causes you to roll your eyes to the back of your head. Whatever you did to deserve this agonising torture, you will make sure to never do it again. This is teasing at its peak.

“Please, Andy. I need you”

“Oh you’ll have me, alright” his response is quick yet snappy as he dives into you. His mouth latches onto your sex aggressively, sucking, slurping and biting. His beard scratching your inner thighs and it's sure to leave a burn there.

The tip of his tongue points all the more as he winds it around your clit rapidly and even with one hand gripping your hips roughly whilst the other strokes your leg up and down before settling on your ass, you still feel unsteady as if the smallest wave of pleasure could knock you to the floor.

His mouth right where you want him comes and goes as he takes breaks in between to come up for air, but right when you feel yourself getting lost in the feeling, it comes to a complete halt.

You glance down at him, eyelids heavy, chest rising and falling, only to find him rising to his feet.

“What the hell, Andy?” you ask, your entire body heating up.

“You sound angry” he cocks his head to the side as he grazes his hand across your hardened nipple.

“I am”

“Now, that’s exactly how i felt when i came home. Yet instead of comforting me like a good little wife should do, you made me feel worse. So therefore, you don’t deserve to cum”

What the hell is wrong with him tonight?

He shoots you a wink before padding into the bathroom, the shower water still running and steaming up all of the mirrors in your eye-line until he closes the door, locking it to prevent you from entering and leaving you standing there perplexed at his actions.

He did all of that on purpose. He built you up to the edge of ecstasy before leaving you to come crashing down all alone, all in the name of proving a point.

You reach for your robe off the hook on the bedroom door before storming out, brimming with frustration as you make a start on the dinner. Lasagne will do for tonight.

You prep it as fast as you can whilst the oven preheats to the correct temperature before putting it in and setting the timer. Now you can relax.

As soon as you throw yourself down onto the couch and flick the tv on, you hear the bathroom door open. You’re almost certain that he expected you to wait for him like a lost puppy dog but you refuse to play into his petty games of revenge. All because you didn’t comfort him. It was silly and unnecessary.

So for now, you’ll indulge in some reality television whilst you wait for dinner to cook and if there’s one thing that’s for certain, it’s that you are most definitely not putting out for him tonight. No matter what he says or how much he sweet talks you. It’s not good enough for him to treat you like that.

Whatever Neil did or said, that’s a work problem.

Andy can’t believe his eyes when he comes back into the bedroom only to find it empty. He wraps his white towel around his waist, covering up his modesty before heading out into the hallway and down the stairs. As he reaches the bottom of them, he spots you watching tv in the lounge, giggling away at whatever The Kardashian family are doing now, but whatever it is, he doesn’t care.

Instead of leaving you be, he stomps over “what do you think you’re doing?” he inquires, voice bellowing more than he intended “i’m waiting for the lasagne to cook, it’s in the oven. Enjoy your shower, honey?” you probe sarcastically, a rhetorical question. However your sarcasm infuriates him further as he picks you up with ease.

“Andy, put me down. NOW” you shout, kicking your legs and slapping his upper back as he drapes you over like you weigh nothing.

“Dinner is in the oven” you remind him, desperate to avoid burning it. But that’s when he puts you down before walking over to the kitchen and turning the oven off.

Your eyes widen as he approaches you once again, picking you up and carrying you up the stairs, taking them two at a time as he always does.

“Andy” you groan until he places you back onto your own two feet, his hands practically rip your robe off to expose your naked body before he does the same to the towel covering his manhood up.

“I’ll tell you what’s about to happen, honey and you’re going to listen” he informs you, stepping closer and moving you to stand in front of the mirror. You correct your abysmal posture as you look back at him in the mirror. A sinister glint in his eyes becomes crystal clear as a wicked grin graces his handsome face. His beard full, his hair still wet from the shower as droplets of water drip down his chest.

“I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me” the pure filth has you holding your breath in shock before exhaling dramatically.

He’s always been kinky but sometimes he still manages to leave you shocked. Although it’s times like these that you love him the most, the whines and whimpers he draws from you so effortlessly, the way he causes your body to tremble raggedly and most of all the way your entire world stops turning as he brings you to that cliff edge, pushing you off of it with his two large menacing hands.

He kicks your legs apart further before pulling your arms to the back of you. He hooks his arm inside of them to prevent you from moving away from him whilst his other hand massages your puffy petal like folds before circling your dripping entrance.

Once his tip is resting directly at the tight hole, he proceeds to move forward, the skin around your entrance catching onto him as your walls welcome him inside.

“Oh, fuckkk” he draws out the word, groaning and gasping for air as he drives home, the feeling overwhelming you to the limit.

How can one man have such a firm and tight grip on you like this?

How did you end up here, unable to utter out a single word as his pace picks up before he’s fucking into you so violently, snapping his hips with no signs of slowing down.

“Keep your eyes on yourself, honey, do as i say” he warns, and the moment you look up at him, you see the darkness and it causes you to look away, focusing back on yourself just like he instructed you to do.

The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls so fast is enough to cause the knot in your stomach to tighten painfully. The pleasure is almost too intense to bare, too much for your fragile body to handle. Yet you continue to take it, allowing him to fuck away his anger, channeling it into this moment.

His arm and hand tightens around your arms, holding you in place as he keeps his sights on you, watching as your mouth hangs open in the perfect O shape. Fuck, you look perfect like this with him bending you to his will, using you for the sole purpose of his pleasure and his pleasure only.

How did he get so lucky to be graced with you’re beauty?

The harder he snaps his hips into you, the more the coil tightens and the all too familiar feeling builds all the more inside of you. An ongoing reminder of your impending orgasm.

“Andy, i-i’m gonna c-cum” you tell him, begging for him to allow you the privilege of releasing, the privilege of creaming all over his rock hard cock.

A dark chuckle erupts from his throat, mocking your pleas for a release before tutting at you, the torment continuing.

“Please” you beg once again, only to be reprimanded with the harsh sting of his hand landing on your ass cheek “keep your eyes on the mirror, honey. You’ll come when i tell you to, quit being a brat”

The need to release is almost unbearable, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes and drowning out your vision before you blink, allowing them to stream down your innocent looking face for him to see. It only spurs him on more as he moves his free hand in from of you, kicking your legs further apart before smacking down on your sex brutally. Your body jerks in response before somewhat relaxing at the feel of him rubbing briskly at your pulsating clit.

“That’s it, honey. Taking that cock so fucking well”

“I need to c-cum, A-Andy” your voice trembles frantically in hopes of him taking pity upon you.

“Shhh, baby. Just let daddy fuck the frustration away, gotta fuck it all away” his words are pure filth but his tone is gentle and needy. He just wants to take his anger out on your body, channel it into something.

You can imagine that with the field of work he’s in that he finds it hard to keep his cool with Neil every day. Which is a shame because they used to be close.

Granted that was back when Neil first started and Andy mentored him, whipped him into shape and taught him everything he knows. And Neil is a better lawyer because of it. However, it also means that he’s just rude, obnoxious and cocky towards Andy, pushing him to the edge and taunting him a little more every day.

“Hold yourself back for daddy, you’ll cum when i give you permission to. Is that clear, honey?”

“Yes” you mumble, barely audible.

“What was that?”

“I mean, yes daddy” you correct, watching his eyes intently, searching for any sign of him letting up his tight hold and hard thrusts.

“Good girl, being so perfect for daddy and taking this fucking like a pro, huh?”

“Yes daddy”

Your eyes glaze over as you struggle to keep yourself in tact, the hold you have on your orgasm is slipping from your control slowly but surely and you know that if he doesn’t give you the go ahead soon then you’ll end up breaking the rules.

Something that will surely earn you a painful punishment.

“God, fuck. I’m gonna cum, you gonna cum with me, honey?” he asks, gasping. You throw your head back onto his chest, arching your back into him further. You nod your head as quickly as you can as you feel your knees turning weak.

“Count down with me”

“10’ you say in unison, his fingers rubbing furiously at your sex.

“9” the sound of your skin slapping together bounces off of the walls.

“8” the feel of his mouth latching onto the sweet spot on your neck, pearly white teeth sinking in to mark you up.

“7” the moans he’s eliciting are now flowing out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“6” deep grunts escape him as he pushes you against the mirror, causing your cheek to push up against it.

“5” the feel of him fucking into you tightens the coil for the final time, the feeling agonising.

“4” you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you arrive at the cliff edge.

“3” you say in unison as his thrusts turn from fast and rough to slow and hard.

“2” his cock twitches inside of you, your walls flutter around him over and over.

“1”

“That’s it, baby, cream all over that cock for me”

You let go, body shuttering as you stand up onto your tip toes. His grip on your arms lets up, causing you to fall forward, hands resting on the wall either side of the mirror.

“Oh god” he growls, hands splaying across the soft globes of your ass before he fills you with hot ropes of cum, breeding you unofficially.

He remains seated deep inside of you for a minute or two whilst the two of you struggle to regain control of your breathing, both of your hearts beating so fast that it feels as though they are on the cusp of exploding out of your chest.

“How are you feeling now?” you ask as he pulls out, turning to face him.

“Hungry for Chinese takeout and a night filled with fucking that tight cunt”

“Was that not enough?”

“I’ll never get my fill of you” he says, pulling your naked body flush against his “i want you all of the time and besides, that was just to channel my anger into something. The next time will be to make a baby”

“W-what?” your voice shaky as you raise your eyebrows at him.

“You heard me, i’m gonna spend all night breeding you, honey. Gonna make you all nice and round with my child. Gives me a chance to take my mind of that cunt Neil”

You nod your head, humming your agreement before pressing your lips to his.

Sure, you’ve had chats about kids before but this is the first time he’s openly suggested trying and even after his outburst, your love for him remains.

You can’t wait to spend the night tangled up in the crisp white sheets of your bed, filled with his cum.

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