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doux-amer · 8 months
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Revenant is soooo mid which is disappointing because I was looking forward to it due to the actors and writer (this isn’t a flop like Jirisan, which I gave up on after 2–3 episodes, but it’s not really good). BUT. BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m suffering from “poor little meow meow middle-aged man” deficiency and Professor Yeom Haesang suffers so much. I can’t believe I was like “Oh...okay” about his casting because I’m planting my palms against his windows, peering at him in his little cage and being fed because he’s had the worst life ever and it keeps getting worse. HAESANG *____*<3
#why are we not talking about him more on reddit/twitter/tumblr and why are there not enough gifs and pics of him breaking down#or looking slutty in his all black ensembles complete with a turtleneck#watch as this man's life continues to deteriorate! ep. 7 and 8 provided such rich sustenance for me#a simp for ajusshideul who are miserable#he's so small and sad and he can't catch a break#yeah okay hongsae is great too and he's a cutie but LOOK AT THIS 40-YEAR-OLD MAN!#technically i wouldn't even count that as MIDDLE age middle-aged but his actor is 46 so whatever#in all seriousness revenant exasperates me a little because you can see how it can be good#especially because there's a frame of reference to base that hypothesis on: signal. lol.#signal wasn't without its flaws but the characters and relationships actually had development and the main partnerships were intense#and the tension was high throughout#revenant is the same thing every episode pretty much#the first three episodes were pretty to really good and i loved the setup#and you have kim taeri hong kyung and oh jungsae and they're great actors#but the directing and writing aren't serving them well and you can see the drop in quality from the beginning to now tbh#there's only so much they can do if they're not being given enough from both#though the little bits that are good are the reason i'm sticking around to the end lol. that and haesang i'm going to be real#like haesang and sanyoung's relationship needed to be parallel soohyun and haeyoung's in a way in terms of how much#they grow to rely on each other and care for each other but we don't really get that
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glimmeringtwilight · 2 years
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Help this scaramouche thing I'm writing was supposed to be a short crack concept and then it turned into an actual fic what the fuck
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transmascaraa · 2 months
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multiple characters headcannons!
how are they when you tell them you're tired and ask them to carry you?
characters: lyney, wanderer, gaming, neuvillette, wriothesley x gn!reader
author's note: FIRST TIME WRITING MORE CHARACTERS IN ONE WOOHOO 🙌 🎉 anyways i hope you guys like this one<3 i tried to include chars that everyone loves, and chars that i love myself and stuff so yeah i'll try and see if it works out(i'll continue doing these either way)
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⑅ Lyney
-he's the type to look at you surprisingly. you??? asking HIM to carry you? he'd be flustered for a bit, and then try to act confident again.
-like "oh, of course, mon amour! come here!..."
-he's strong enough, but he would STILL be worried. he would overthink so so sooo much.
-what if he drops you? well, he won't. he's just an overthinker.
-and when he'd finally pick you up, bridal style because he's the most comfortable like that, he would start sweating.
-but of course, masking it all with some "confidence". so the two of you ended up in either one of these situations:
-one, it was quiet with him smiling at you half of the time. not being able to talk because he was so happy.
-two, he'd end up talking to you about some nonsense or his magic shows, not wanting it to be too awkward or too quiet for you.
-either way, thank him in the end. he'll be jumping over clouds because he managed to help you in some way.
-just keep praising him, he'll be all over you. he's a complete simp for you like that.
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✯ Wanderer
-he's the tsundere. you'd ask him and he'd look at you with such a disgusted look as if you just told him you eat dirt and cement for breakfast. again, with his sassy attitude.
-"ME? to carry YOU? because you're "tired"? yeah. that won't work on me." turning his head away from you, fighting the urge to just surrender.
-but of course, his ego was too big. but not until you started showing clear signs that you were tired. he gave you a few glances, "side-eyes", before stopping and looking at you. looking at you as if he was waiting for something.
-you'd just say "nothing." which would make him even more angry. at that, he just rolled his eyes and said "oh, shut up." before taking you in his arms and continuing to walk with you in silence.
-if you mentioned a single thing about that EVER, you would basically be asking for punishment (whichever type of it lol).
-just say a little "thank you" after you're done and let him quietly mutter that "you're welcome".
-he was glad he got to be close to you like that.
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✿ Gaming
-now HE would be VERY happy to help. you'd ask and in a single second he'd be picking you up. he just loves you that much.
-"i'm more than happy to do so, my love~!" smiling brightly at you.
-he couldn't be more happy, he was close to you, he was hold you in his arms, what more could he ask for? especially because you're tired, he would be so nice to you when you got home. he's a real gentleman when it comes to love.
-while he walked like that with you in his arms, the two of you would chit-chat and talk about random things, just making sure you're not bored. or maybe, if you preferred silence, he would stay quiet, whatever makes you happy<3
-after a bit of more walking, he would take care of you at home, letting you rest for a bit, and making your favorite food with your favorite drink.
-he just wanted you happy. to see you smile.
-and then, during dinner time, discussing some more random topics, or just him ranting about his next performance.
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๑ Neuvillette
-he would be so sweet. trust me. so sweet and gentle with you. you're tired? he's there to help. you want him to carry you? no problem. you'd ask him and he'd not slowly, smiling fainly at you, even blushing a bit.
-"let me help you." and he'd pick you up.
-finally, after he's got you in his arms, and he continues walking, it's going to be so peaceful. if you want to talk, sure, he will talk. but since you're with him, the silence couldn't be more peaceful.
-listening to the birds chirping in the background, or maybe even the townspeople talking about some things, it was peaceful nonetheless.
-it was very calm. and at some point, he would start humming some melody. compliment him. he'll blush but he'll be extremely thankful, and will definitely hum next time you take a walk around fontaine.
-and when you get home, he'd make you rest and give you some cuddles, hoping that you would "recharge" that way.
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◉ Wriothesley
-he wouldn't make much of a reaction, and treat it like it's an everyday thing, but tease you occasionally, of course. as soon as you asked, he just said:
-"okay." and looked at you for a few seconds before taking you in his arms. you'd tell him "thank you" already then and there and he'd just nod and say "mhmm."
-but... for the rest of the walk, he'll be winking at you and giving you teasing smirks.
-oh how you wanted to punch him.
-and after getting home, when he puts you down, you'd say "thank you" and then give him a playful angry look.
-to which he would reply with yet ANOTHER teasing grin. "you're welcome."
-he would tease you A LOT. but still, don't worry, he'll still take good care of you.
-value his teasing. actually, you can hit him if you want to. it won't hurt him that much anyway, he has the muscles.
-but it'll be impossible to be mad at him for too long.
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I ACTUALLY REALLY LIKE THIS.
it's pretty good tbh
TELL ME IF YOU WANT MORE AND YOU CAN ALSO SUGGEST CHARACTERS😋😋
edit1: STOPPPP Y'ALL THIS IS MY MOST FAMOUS PIECE OF WORK IT'S AT 395 NOTES RN😭😭🫶
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zhongrin · 1 year
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— a short and casual genshin impact otome game.
⟣ 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ⟢
┊ (Windows 🪟, Linux 🐧, or Mac 🍎 only!)
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◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇
Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.
◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇
The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior
◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇
Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha (Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)
◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇
This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!
◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇
Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.
◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇
Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.
Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.
There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).
◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇
You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.
◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇
This is a super casual project.
Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.
Novel format without narration (full dialogs).
There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.
There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.
Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.
Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.
To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.
Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.
I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work
◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇
No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.
I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!
◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇
hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace
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⟐ 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 🄸 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑.𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 🄸 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ⟐
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pinguwrites · 4 months
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Ooooh, what about this? Future!reader accidentally time traveled to 1940s when she met William Killick, and he had to take care of her due to injuries she had. She ended up staying with him while rejecting his advances because she was trying to find a way to go back to future, and it wouldn’t be fair to him if she were to accept his advances, but she didn’t know William was sabotaging the solutions to ensure she would stay with him forever.
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL LIKE HOLY SHIT. I was about to write something like this with Tommy in Black Heart, but I opted out, and I hadn't even considered this with William, so I'm so glad you requested it!!
this was supposed to be a short-length fic lol, it's like the longest thing I've ever written on here
Home Is Where the Heart Is ⸻ William Killick
pairing | william killick x future!reader
summary | You don't think much of the box when it arrives at your front door. That is, until you open it and are transported decades into the past. There, you fall into the arms of a handsome soldier, who is intent on making you stay.
word count | 9k
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Warnings: DUB-CON, possessive!william, future!reader, period typical sexism it's okay when it's william, reader has a software job, weird time travel plot (who knows how the box got there? it's totally not going to be revealed in part two ;) ), mentions of war, reader simps so hard, p in v sex, breeding kink
Disclaimer: The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.
A/N: I'm honestly not too proud with how rushed it was, but I'm glad it's out there. I'm definitely doing a part two. Be warned for errors.
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You were lying in a field of grass, tall, bushy trees lining the area around you. You seemed to be in some type of countryside because in the distance you could faintly see quaint little houses and farmland (at least, you assumed it was; your vision was awfully blurry), but other than that, you had no clue as to where you were.
“Ah,” you hissed, noticing the cut on your body. When you arrived — however that happened — you had scrapped your arm on a sharp rock embedded in the dirt, and now it was bleeding, red blood trickling down your arm.
You sighed miserably, trying to make sense of the situation.
Yesterday, a packaged box arrived on your front doorstep. No address, no company, just a note in pen, To [Y/n] [L/n]. You were a little wary of its contents but brought it inside anyway. You opened it and uncovered a machine, steel and simple in its construction, yet difficult to understand. There was no instruction manual or labels for the buttons, and it took you a while to know if you were even looking at it right, the only hint being the Roman numerals inside the dials.
After tinkering around with it, you must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew, you were in a completely other place. All you had on were your clothes, some money, and your phone, which, surprise surprise, had no signal, so all you could do was look at your downloads — completely useless — and take a photo. 
I must’ve been drugged, you thought, still feeling hazy. I should have called the cops the moment I realized something was off.
You got up and took off your socks, trying to stop the bleeding with it. It wasn’t the most hygienic, but it was all you had at the moment, and you weren’t about to tear off pieces of the shirt you had on, especially not when you were already shivering. 
The contraption had traveled with you, and though you were aware it was the reason you were here in the first place, you thought it better to bring it along, as evidence. You could show it to the government, and they could use their little science ways to find the culprit. All would be fine.
All will be fine.
You started walking. You didn’t have any shoes on for protection, so it was difficult to step across the dirt, with all its rocks and insects swarming about, but you managed to get to grass quick enough, and it felt much better, almost healing to walk barefoot on the softness of mother nature.
But you didn’t get very far. Eventually, your stomach started grumbling, and you felt like your intestines were twisting inside with desperation. Your sock was now red, and your hand was trembling, so with a defeated sigh, you let go, of both the sock and the heavy machine, allowing the blood to flow freely. You bent over to pick the sock back up first, but the sudden movement made your head reel, and before you knew it, you were out again.
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“You’re awake,” a voice said, a male’s voice, a British accent that sounded like butter. Oh, butter, if you could get your hands on that alone you would be satisfied. 
You opened your eyes, blinking. A figure, with pale skin and dark hair made it’s way over to you, and in a panic, you crawled away, eyes darting across the room. You were on a bed, bandages on your arm, but before you could calm down or even begin to think properly, panic took over, your heart rate elevated, and you sighed, before passing out again.
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For about the third time today, or however long you were out, you woke up. This time your vision was much clearer, but you still had this nasty migraine in your head. You were sick inside, the kind of sick that happens when you haven’t eaten in a while but can’t eat because you feel like you’ll throw up. 
You wondered if you were in the same place again. You remembered a man, with a soothing voice, but he wasn’t here right now. Though the possibility that you had been kidnapped entered your mind, you noticed the lack of bonds and chains on your body. He was probably just helping you, you reasoned.
You slowly got out of bed, wincing at the shooting pain in your arm. You observed your surroundings. The bedroom was very minimalist, and . . . quirky. You loved the design and the materials used, as it reminded you of a cottage, but there was nothing helpful in sight. All the technology you could see, like the kitchen, needed to be updated and was worn out. There was some type of record player, or CD tape, or whatever that was called, on one of the counters and a radio beside it. 
You didn’t bother with any of that. You were thirsty, throat dry and gnawing at you, so you went to look for water, hoping that whoever lived here didn’t go out and get it from a fucking well. He probably does. Look at this place!
“Shit!” you swore, your knees buckling from underneath you. You felt so weak and miserable and vulnerable. It hit you at this moment that you were probably a hundred miles away from home, in a strange place in a strange home you’d never seen before. How were you going to get back? What were you going to do?
Tears started welling in your eyes. You hated that you were being so emotional. Why couldn’t you toughen up and deal with the situation like a proper adult?
You leaned onto the counter, trying to balance yourself, when the front door opened up, and the man you saw before walked in, carrying a bag full of vegetables and other foods. He quickly placed the bag down and held you in his arms, his warmth comforting and relaxing.
He had short, dark hair, and a sharp jawline, and from this distance, you could see light freckles scattered across his cheeks. He had the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen, like glaciers, like the ocean. Fuck, he was so handsome. 
“Here,” he said, guiding you back to the bedroom. He set you down on the bed, gazing at you with such intensity, like adoration or devotion. 
“W-who are you?” you asked, voice cracking. “Where am I? Hngh.” You rubbed your temples. Didn’t he have any pain medications?
“My name is William. William Killick,” the man introduced softly. “Don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.” He went off into the kitchen and brought back a glass of water. You drank it slowly, the cool liquid flowing through your body, wetting your mouth. “I didn’t know if you had family nearby, so I took you to my place.”
William paused, as if thinking of what to say next. “Get more rest, it’s night.”
You hadn’t even noticed the time, but one look out the window told you he was right. It was pitch black outside.
“You’ll wake up tomorrow, and have some breakfast.”
You shook your head, and handed the glass back to him, only for him to set it down on the nightstand table. “Where’s my phone? Where’s my . . . box?”
He stared at you blankly, before clearing his throat. “Your stuff is in the back. I didn't know what it was — hey, don’t move.” William’s strong hands kept you in place, pushing you back down to the bed as gently as he could whilst still keeping a firm grip. “Rest,” he ordered. “Don’t need you fainting on me again.”
You wanted to argue, but you couldn’t. You laid your head on the pillow, without a choice but to trust William, and fell asleep, wrapping yourself in the blanket with a content sigh. All the questions you had, all the thoughts, faded away and were replaced by darkness.
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You dreamt of yourself and yourself. You, the spectator, were standing outside a window, but it wasn’t just any window. It was your window, the one that led to the inside of your bedroom, where you could see you and William — the strange man — entangled in the sheets. Lovers. You two were lovers. You two were making love. 
Anyone would have felt creepy watching someone else, and anyone would have noticed someone watching them, but none of that happened. The sun should have cast a shadow on you, but it didn't. The passerby should have called you out, but they didn’t. 
You had just enough awareness to realize that this was a dream. How were you back at home already? Why were you and William kissing?
While originally you felt nothing, like a simple observer without thoughts, you were suddenly flooded with heavy emotions. Confusion, shame, lust, confusion.
But in just a few moments, the world around you crumbled, like an earthquake, and the sun and moon passed by, stars moving across the heavens, and you were warped by time, back in the same place you were before. 
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You woke up with a gasp, cold sweat running down your body, and immediately William was by your side. You rested your head on his chest, grasping onto his shirt desperately, not wanting him to leave. 
“Shh, shh,” he cooed, running his fingers through your hair.
“Sorry,” you muttered, making no effort to leave his side. “I don’t know . . .”
“Shh.”
You both were like this for a while. Faint images of your dream passed through your mind, and from what little you remembered, you assumed it had been a wet dream. 
I can’t believe it, you thought. Having a wet dream — about a guy I barely met. Control yourself!
You pulled away, already missing his warmth. William frowned a little but didn’t say anything. “What’s your name, darling?” he asked. 
You hesitated.
“I told you, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“[Y/n],” you finally told him. “Where are we?”
William narrowed his eyes. You had a feeling he knew more than he was letting on, but you didn’t want to press.
“Wales,” William answered.
You froze. How the fuck did you get to Wales? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.
“Um, that’s nice,” you said awkwardly. “How long has it been since you found me?”
“A few days.”
You tried not to panic, but all you could think about was your job and your friends and your family. Have you been reported missing yet?
“You must be hungry,” William said. “I’ll cook something for you. I’m not the best, but I don’t want you to wear yourself out.”
“It’s alright.” You waved his concern off, though it did tug at your heartstrings that he was worried. “I'll get some fast food.”
You dug through your pockets, hoping your wallet was still in there. Thankfully it was. You pulled it out and grabbed two crisp twenty-dollar bills, but William hissed and pushed it back in, his hand not leaving yours. 
“What are you doing carrying around that much money?” he asked, giving you an incredulous look. “How are you meant to protect yourself? Where’d you get that? Do you have a husband?”
You pushed his hand away. “I work. And what’s the problem?” 
You knew that the American dollar wasn’t equivalent to a British pound, but was the difference that bad? Sure, forty dollars was a lot of money if you were just going to a gas station or something, but nothing to get excited over. 
William huffed. “You can’t just show me that much money like that. What if I was a thief, hmm? What would you do then?”
“Are you?” you asked, not understanding why he was making such a big deal out of it.
“No. I’m a gentleman.”
You scoffed, amused, but there was a little smile on your face. “A gentleman?”
“Yes,” he insisted. “A proper man.”
There was a moment of silence between you both. You wanted him to hold you again, but you thought it would be best if you just went on your way. 
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you said, getting up from the bed. “And bandaging me and all.” You gave him one of the bills. “I know it’s in dollars, but I’m sure you can convert it.”
William didn’t take the money. “You’re not leaving — you’re still hurt. I’d be remiss if I let a lass half as pretty as you alone on the streets.”
You chalked up his way of talking to the region. You honestly found it quite attractive. That, coupled with his British accent, made you feel like you were in one of those romance movies. You had to remind yourself that he wasn’t in love with you and that you were just acting irrational and horny.
“I’ll be fine. We’ll exchange numbers, do you have a charger?”
“What?”
“A phone charger. My phone’s probably dead.”
“The box?”
You narrowed your eyes. “No, the rectangle. The phone.”
“Ah, the one that glows?”
You briefly wondered if he simply didn’t know what a phone was. You knew some people preferred not to have modern technology in their life.
“Yes. I need to call someone — ”
“ — It stopped glowing.”
Great. William obviously didn’t have a charger. And if he didn’t know what it was, no one nearby would. All that was next to do would be to walk to a big city and hope someone there could help you get back home.
“Look, darling.” You ignored the way your heart fluttered when he called you that. “I don’t know what a phone is, or why you’re here, but I know that you still need to recover.”
“I appreciate it,” you said. “But I really have to go. I have work and — ”
“ — Surely you can take a day off. What is it you do?” William asked. 
“I’m a software developer. I code.”
William had a blank face. A pink blush dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat, “I, er, I’ve never heard of that. You mean computers? The big ones that take up a room?”
“No, it’s not the fifties.”
“Well, 1946 is close.”
You didn’t know what to make of that. “What does 1946 have to do with this?”
William observed you intently. “The year. The year is 1946.”
You blinked. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be the 20th century — that was impossible. So many things were wrong with that. How come it was you who traveled in time? Why didn’t the government know about this? Even if you were ignoring the question of how, there were still so many whys.  
“No,” you said slowly, inching away from William. What kind of sick prank was this? He was supposed to be helping you, not confusing you. “You’re messing with me.”
William sensed that you were uncomfortable, because he backed away, his hands in the air. You could tell he was waiting for the perfect moment to get closer.
“I’m not a liar . . . Are you from the future?”
Fuck. You weren’t sure. How could that even be possible?
“No,” you said hesitantly. “I dunno, I must be . . .”
Your eyes subtly peered past William and at the door. If only you could get past him . . . 
You looked straight at the window, making sure to grab his attention. “Oh,” you whispered, putting on your best shocked expression. The moment he was distracted you sprinted past him and bolted out of the room and out the house, running across the field to the next house you could see. Your arm still hurt, but you were willing to shove down the pain.
“No, no, please!” William shouted, running after you. 
In just a minute, he had caught up to you and tackled you to the ground. He pinned your hands above your head and sat on your lower stomach, rendering you useless. His lips were so close to yours, and the look on his face was pissed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice forceful, gripping onto your wrists tighter. 
“P-please,” you pathetically sputtered out. “Don’t hurt me.”
He didn’t budge. “I’m trying to help you — I’m not lying to you, and I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You’re hurting me now,” you cried, squirming.
William’s eyes softened as he realized what he was doing. “You promise not to run again?”
You nodded, your lower lip wobbling. 
“Alright.”
He still didn’t let go of you, but he did pull you up from the ground, wiping the dirt off of your back. Tears flowed down your cheek like rainwater, and you couldn’t help but curl in on yourself.
William held onto your arm as he walked you back to the house, not allowing you another chance of escape, but he did wipe your tears gently and soothe you. You felt embarrassed. Why did you run? You had acted purely on instinct there. This man was clearly only trying to help. 
“Look,” he said softly, sitting you back down on the bed like a child. “I’ll take you into town, hmm? Show you around and all — maybe that’ll convince you. You must be quite far into the future to be dressing like that and to have a . . . phone with you, so things will be different, right? What year are you from?”
“. . . 2023.”
“I knew it. On your phone, there was a date. I wasn’t sure then, but . . .” William suddenly reached his hands up and rubbed his thumb across your chapped lips, catching you off guard. “They’re dry,” he said. “I’ll draw up a bath for you so you can bathe while I cook. I’ll get you some lotion afterward.”
You nodded. What else could you do?
+++
William had cooked some simple fish and chips while you cleaned yourself. You had to use a tin tub, which was insane to you, but you didn’t complain about it. He supplied you with clothing, an old-fashioned dress his mother had accidentally left here. You were grateful it was not from some ex-girlfriend or wife, even though you had no right to feel that way. You put aside your other clothes to wash later.
After finishing with that, you sat down at the dining table, and like the hungry girl you were, you gobbled the food down eagerly. It was so fresh and delicious, not at all like the food you had in the future, pumped with chemicals and artificially bred. You tried to be as neat as you could, but it was difficult when you were starving. William had watched on with amusement, telling you to slow down and straighten your back every once in a while.
He took the plates away when you both were done, and then did as he promised and gave you some lotion, but instead of letting you apply it, he took a bit of cream on his fingers and rubbed it on your lips. “Stay still,” he murmured. 
“I-I can do it—”
“No, you can’t. You’re still injured.”
You understood his reasoning. And you didn’t mind him touching you like that.
“The rest of my body is dry, too,” you blurted out.
What were you thinking? You didn’t even know this man. Trying to get him to touch the rest of your body — stupid girl.
William’s breathing hitched. “As in . . . your knees as well?”
“. . .”
He cleared his throat. “Well, then. Put them out, over my lap.”
You bit your lower lip, watching on as he rubbed his hands over your legs. His touch was so warm and it felt more like a massage. You felt bad about doing this, leading him on. If he was right about the time travel, then you couldn’t entertain any sort of relationship with him. It wouldn’t be fair. 
But it was just an act of service. It didn’t mean much, right?
“Oh, that’s nice,” you said, resting your head on the bed. You felt a bit off allowing a random man to do this to you, but he wasn’t random now, was he? He had saved you. And besides, he was he who insisted he rub the lotion in the first place.
“What is the future like?” William asked. “Is there another war?”
“Sort of. Not really,” you answered, which panicked William. “Don’t worry. If you’re talking about America and Russia, no one dies.”
William chuckled. “I should hope not. I don’t fancy serving in another world war.”
“You served?” you asked curiously. 
“Yes. As a captain in the British Army.”
You supposed it was normal. Most men in this time either signed up for the military or were drafted. You couldn’t imagine the horrors William must have gone through. You would never be able to understand the trauma he carried with him. You were curious, but you knew better than to ask. He didn’t need your pity, and you certainly didn’t want to offend him.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
“For what?”
“That it had to happen. War and all that.”
“Does war not happen in the future?”
Now you felt a little stupid.
“Well — yes. It does. I’m just sorry. We learned about the world wars in history — and I just — I’m not claiming to know anything. Yeah, sorry.” You looked down.
William didn’t say anything to that. He just kept rubbing your dry skin. Afterward, he put the lotion away and sat next to you, running his fingers through your hair.
“I expect stories from you. I want to hear everything about the future.” 
You still didn’t believe you were in the past, at least, not completely.
 “You can tell me as we pass through town,” he added.
“I need to wash my clothes first.”
Willian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not going to wear that anymore.”
“Why not?”
He pursed his lips. “It’s too revealing. A woman should never go out wearing those types of clothing.” He sighed. “Perhaps it’s different in the future, but here, you’ll get hurt if you dress like that.” He continued playing with your hair. “I want you to be safe. So, you have to promise me that you’ll stay by my side at all times, yes?”
You nodded. You always thought that if you caught men talking to you like this, you would slap them, but here you were, turned on by William’s sexism. It was different, you reasoned. He was more focused on protecting you than restricting you. Was it bad that you found that hot?
“Good girl,” he said proudly. “Good girl.”
+++
Walking through town had been more of a frightening experience than you expected. You realized, without a shadow of a doubt, that you were indeed in the past. Producing a prank with this level of investment and money was pointless, and you never had any mental issues in the past, so why would one suddenly show up now? And even if it did, you couldn’t possibly be imagining this all in your head. 
All the cars were shiny and new, yet old models, ones that wouldn’t be produced in the future. All the women and men wore traditional clothing, like the dress William picked out for you. The hairstyles were medium-length and curled, or slicked back, with lots of gel and products used to keep them in place. You were grateful William didn’t ask you to do any of that. Not that you would have let him. At a certain point, you would have drawn a line.
“I have to get back,” you told William as you walked on a trail. “The machine has something to do with it. I just have to figure out how it works.”
“That’s an engineering job,” he pointed out.
“I’m good at math and science. I work in advanced technology, so I should be able to figure something out. All it needs is a bit of testing . . . I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while until I figure out a place to stay. I’ll give you all the money I have and I promise I’ll find a job — ”
“ — No need. Stay as long as you like. I don’t want your money. I won’t stop you from finding a job, but it’s not necessary. I can handle any expenses.”
You didn’t argue with him. He didn’t seem averse to the idea of letting a stranger stay at his place. It made sense. People in this time were more hospitable and open (at least, when they felt like it), and William, being a man from the forties, would never allow you to carry any of the financial burden.
You still felt a little bad. 
“Thank you. It means a lot to me. Now, what is it you want to hear about the future?”
William’s eyes lit up excitedly. “Do flying cars exist?”
You chuckled. “No. But we have self-driving ones.”
“Self-driving? How do they work?”
You paused. You had no idea. “I’m not sure. They probably have sensors to detect other cars. And, well, there’s a map. So it’s connected to a satellite . . .”
“Satellite?”
“It’s this thing in space. It does . . . stuff. It’s manmade.”
“Space? Have we discovered alien life?”
“No. But we have sent rovers to Mars and we’ve landed a person on the moon.”
William stopped walking. “The moon?” he repeated, bewildered. “Have you gone?”
I wish. “It’s only for astronauts. You have to be trained for that sort of stuff.”
“And when did this all happen?”
“Around the 1960s. There was a space race between America and Russia, and America won.”
Once you got the ball rolling, William would not stop asking questions. You answered them as best as you could and avoided topics like the current political climate and weaponry and all that. After he was done with all the serious stuff, like advancements in science and whether robots had taken over the world yet, he moved on to more social and cultural topics. You were relieved to find out that he wasn’t racist or homophobic or incredibly misogynistic. If anything he was rather tame about it all, and was glad that women had earned more rights, though he seemed upset that the dynamic of a gentlemanly husband and lady-like housewife wasn’t pushed upon society. 
“There’s nothing wrong with things going the opposite way around,” he had said. “Two people of the same gender marrying. It’s only that women need to be looked after, and if she doesn’t want to work, then it is her man’s obligation to do it for her. And in return, she must be obedient and serve him whenever he pleases — whether it’s by cleaning the house or . . . other things.”
“And what if she doesn’t want it?” you questioned, referring to the other things.
“A man should always make sure she likes it.”
You could practically feel all the feminism leaving your body at that.
The conversation ended when you reached back home (home? It’s not your home, you reminded yourself). William replaced your bandages with care. You were already starting to feel better, since the cut wasn’t too big, and you offered to help with cooking dinner this time.
After that, you decided to tinker with the box.
It was made out of some type of metal, with two different dials on the top and a button on the side. But it wasn’t like anything you’d ever seen before. The first dial went from zero to nine (zero being nulla) in Roman numerals, and had four hands, each of them colored in order: red, green, blue, and yellow. Respectively, there were four tiny colored knobs on the side, like the ones by a watch, where you could move each hand. The other dial was the same case.
“It must be the date,” you said aloud to yourself. “But which is which?”
Taking a gamble, you pressed the button, but it didn’t do anything. All it did was signal a small lens to start blinking red. 
“Are you sure you should do that now?” William asked, coming up from behind you. “Look at this.” He crouched to your level on the floor. “Your eyes have bags underneath them. You’re still tired.”
You rubbed the area beneath your eyes. Did they really have bags? You hadn’t realized.
“I should probably go to sleep then,” you said, putting the box down and getting up.
William walked you over to the bedroom, and was about to leave when you asked, “Where are you sleeping?”
“The couch.”
You frowned. “It’s your house and I’m your guest. You’ve already done so much for me – ”
“— If you’re going to suggest you sleep on the couch, then it’s a no. That’s final.”
“But — ”
“ — Final.”
You sighed. “Then come sleep with me. I’ll stay on the floor—”
“ — No—”
“ — Then we can share the bed. We’ll put a wall of pillows between us, like this.” You grabbed a pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed, separating the two sides. “Not so bad, see?”
William relented. “Alright.”
He crawled into bed with you. His hair fell over his face as he adjusted, and the last rays of sunlight coated his body in colors of orange and yellow. If your phone wasn’t dead, you would have asked him to sit still for a picture, because at this moment, he truly looked breathtaking. He was a beautiful man. You wondered if he knew it.
“What?” William asked when he noticed you staring.
Flustered, you turned your head to look up at the ceiling. “Nothing. I was just making sure you were comfy.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see William lick his lower lip. 
“You’re a sweet lass,” he commented. “You always think about others first.”
He reached over, and for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you (which, admittedly, despite having had a wet dream about him, scared you), but he only brushed a small speck of dust off your shoulders and murmured “Goodnight”, before burying his chin into the blanket and drifting off into sleep.
You followed in suit soon after. A part of you was hoping that you could start a life here. You’d buy a nice house and live out a simple and peaceful life. You and William didn’t even have to be romantically involved. You could just be friends, and you would be happy with that. 
But a part of you also hoped that when you woke up the next morning you would be back in your own bed, in your small one-story house that you remember being so excited about buying. You knew you would never like living here in the long term. There were too many things wrong with this time and you didn’t want to be the brunt of its issues. Not only that but being aware of all the tragedies that would soon occur . . . Did you want to be faced with the moral dilemma of whether or not you should stop them? How would your presence affect things in the future? After living your whole life in 2023, you could never adjust to life in 1946. 
You had to find a way back. There was simply no other choice. 
+++
William showed you many things. Just as he was interested in the future, you were interested in the past. The things that excited you most of all were old-school versions of what you had in the future. Washing machines, refrigerators — they were all so different, yet the same, and it was fascinating. 
You even met a few people in town. They were nice enough to hold a conversation with, though they found it weird that you lacked decorum and the social understanding of the time. The women were chatty and mildly passive-aggressive, and the men — well, the men flirted with you quite openly.
William had told people that you were family, someone related but not close enough to be bothered with technical terms like cousin or niece. No one asked questions when you two explained it like that. All the men must have thought that if you were his family and that if you had no ring on your finger you must be looking for a partner.
You were charmed by their advances, but never serious about them. Besides, William hardly let them get a word in before he shooed them away.
By the time weeks and weeks had passed you became acquainted with everyone, seen every sight to see — including the swan lake William took you to — and become close enough to William that he opened up to you. You learned that while he wasn’t an orphan, his parents never held much interest in him other than the occasional birthday letter, and the reason he came out here so far away from the city was to find peace of mind.
You grew to admire him, and you were sure he grew to admire you, too. And soon, you started to feel a certain type of way. A way that made you daydream about all the things that could be, only for reality to stomp across it and remind you of the harsh truth. 
+++
William was driving a car, a modern car, your car. He was humming a little tune on the radio, singing some lyrics, hands loosely holding the wheel as he passed by a gas station. It was some Taylor Swift song, and you remember faintly thinking: Of course, he likes Taylor Swift.
He looked over to you. You were sitting by his side, a passenger princess, looking out the window. All of a sudden it was night and you two were driving down a lonely road, parking by the side of some lake. In the distance, you could hear crickets and ribbits, but you paid them no mind.
You were curled up in William’s arms, looking out the sunroof of the car, the light of the moon gently descending through the glass. You offered him a piece of chocolate, and you two just sat there, in the dark, nibbling on snacks and observing the sky, until you woke up.  
+++
William had to leave for work, like usual. He again told you not to leave his property line or stray out too far, which, again, was fine by you because most days were cold and bitter.
You spent your time messing around with the box, careful not to touch the wires in the back. Once you put your mind to it, you figured out how it worked. You paid attention to where the hands were currently located and found something promising. The first dial’s hands had the numbers I, IX, IV, and VI, and the second dial was nulla, IX, nulla, and V. Alone, you wouldn’t have been able to tell what the numbers meant, but with context, you understood. The first dial was the year, and the second one was the month and date.
You didn’t quite understand how the box brought you from the future, but that didn’t matter, as it was broken. There was a little loose piece on the backside that had been damaged — a little dent, probably when you were first transported here. All you had to do was plug it back in, but the only problem was, you didn’t have a screwdriver, and you certainly weren’t going to wrench your fingers near a bunch of wires.
When William came back you told him your solution. He agreed and said that tomorrow he would take you to a local store to buy a screwdriver, and he even apologized for not having one in his house. But for now, he said he wanted to take you out to lunch.
“Lunch?” you questioned nervously. Was he asking you out on a date?
You thought about it for a moment. You did want to go, but your mind was too preoccupied with getting back to your time. Besides, it wasn’t fair to him. You did like him, but you two could never actually be together. It was all in your head.
It’s all in your head.
“You know I’ll have to go back someday,” you said, watching William’s expression become more neutral as if he was hiding his emotions. “I dunno . . . I’m getting a little attached to you,” you said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
William seemed to understand where you were going with this. “It won’t be like that. I wouldn’t blame you,” he said earnestly, taking a step forward. “We ought to enjoy our time together, while it’s still here.”
He made a valid point, enough to convince you. He had been doing that an awful lot. Convincing you. 
William took you out to a nice restaurant. The food was a bit plain, but it was good and wholesome. It reminded you a lot of William’s cooking, only fancier and more well-presented. Not only that, but the atmosphere felt calming and almost romantic. You noticed that most of the people here were couples, holding hands and giggling with each other, however young or old.
Was this William’s intention? Did he like like you? Or was this just him being courteous? You couldn’t imagine that many people here were used to dating or one-night stands. But you wouldn’t know unless you asked him, and you were too nervous to do that. Besides, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. William was a very traditional man, would he even want a woman like you? A 21st-century girl?
After you two were finished eating you engaged in another walk. 
“Come closer,” William said, holding out his arm for you to take. If you didn’t have any self-control, you would have jumped his bones right then and there. He was right. He was a gentleman. No man in the future would have done this for you unless they were trying to make a joke out of it.
You placed your hand on William’s arm hesitantly, trying to figure out the exact placement, walking side by side with him. It was a little cold, however, and you shivered, catching William’s attention almost instantly.
“Oh, you poor thing,” William cooed, talking of his coat and wrapping it around you. It smelled of him, a little musky, smoky like a cigarette, but in a very subtle way. “You’re so nervous. Have you never had a man do this for you?” he asked. “Hold out his arm for you to take, give you his coat?”
“No,” you admitted. “Men don’t do that in the future.”
“I do,” he said, stopping both of you in your tracks. The area was secluded, mostly covered in trees and bushes, far away from any passerby. “I would do that for my woman.”
It was quiet for a moment.
“Well,” you said, wistfully, “whoever she is she’ll be a lucky woman.”
+++
William took you to a local shop to buy a screwdriver next. It all felt very domestic, something that you could get used to. You imagined running errands like this with William in the future. He would be absolutely fascinated by a grocery store, by the internet, by everything. If you thought hard, you could see it — a wondrous smile on his face, a giggle escaping his lips. 
You tried not to think of it that much. After your fantasy passed your thoughts turned sad and cold, because you knew that would never happen. It will never happen. As much as you liked William, you missed your family, you missed your house, you missed everything.
When you both got back home, you plugged the broken piece in and screwed the nail. William watched on beside you, a frown on his face, drinking some tea.
“Here,” he said, inching closer, “I don’t want you exerting pressure on your arm. Let me do it.”
He grabbed a hold of the screwdriver, but he bumped into you in the process. With a gasp, he dropped his cup of tea. It shattered across the floor, glass pieces flying every, hot liquid (thankfully not boiling) splashing all over. You shrieked and backed away, watching as one of the glass shards cut right through one of the wires.
“William!” you snapped, but then your eyes turned watery, because of the cut on your hand.
He immediately went over to you, careful not to step on any glass, and picked you up bridal style, moving you away from the mess and towards the couch. 
“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, looking panicked. “It was an honest mistake — I’m so so sorry, I can’t believe I just did that — are you hurt?”
You laughed at the absurdity of it all, even though you were clutching your finger in pain. It was a very small cut, something that would be healed within a day. “Calm down, William. I’m fine. Are you hurt?”
He shook his head, looking worried, or perhaps, scared was the right word. Yet, you couldn’t figure out why.
“William,” you said slowly. “It’s fine. You do realize we can just fix the wire? I just need a heat-shrinking tube and a soldering iron, nothing I haven’t done before.”
“. . . Oh.”
His tone made you wonder about his intentions. You’d been so caught up on how good of a person he was, helping you and giving you room and food, but really, what was his motive? Because it almost felt like he was trying to get you to stay . . . It sent a sinister feeling down your spine, albeit a tug on your heartstrings as well.
What do you want from me, William? What do you want?
+++
More time had passed. It was difficult to acquire things in this small town, and it occurred to you that such resources were not readily available at this time. You didn’t want to bother William by pestering him to go into the city for materials, so while you would bring up the topic every once in a while, you mostly kept quiet.
You took the chance to relish your break. After all, you weren’t working. It was like a fully paid vacation, so you might as well take advantage of it.
William still had a job, but when he came back, you two would just talk and talk and talk, conversations so smoothly flowing that it felt like you’d known him for years. When you weren’t talking, you were still in each other’s presence, doing your own thing. Occasionally, William would make sneaky moves like wrap his arm around your shoulder, or do the la bise. He claimed he was part French, and it was part of his custom, but even if that were true, you knew the la bise didn’t involve full-on smooches on the cheek.
You never stopped him from doing things like that, but you also never reciprocated, despite how badly you wanted to. All this stalling wouldn’t change the fact that you still had to leave. Not only that, but you were starting to feel homesick. 
You missed calling your friends late at night, you missed watching colored TV, and you missed hot showers. You missed easy-access painkillers for your periods, and searching all your queries on the internet. You missed the future. Badly. And you could just feel that the day of return was near.
+++
“You dance, yes?”
Snapped out of your thoughts, you turned to William. You were both lounging on his couch, relaxing, talking, as the time passed by. He had given you a magazine to read, but you weren’t reading it, just dozing off.
You shrugged. “Yeah. I’ve gone to clubs. But — no, I can’t dance like that — William,” you whined, half-heartedly struggling as he pulled you up to you feet. “I’m going to ruin it, I don’t know where to place my feet or — ”
“ — You could never ruin anything, darling. Your presence alone is enough to satisfy me.” 
You looked away. “You can’t say things like that, William.”
“Why not?”
You took his hands off you before he could even start the music. 
“I don’t like it,” you lied.
William frowned. “That’s alright. Let me hold you. I know you enjoy that.” He chuckled. “When we first met you wouldn’t let go of me.”
The memory, still fresh in your mind, made you flustered. 
“. . . William, what do you want from me?” you decided to ask.
He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean — what do you want from me?”
William licked his lower lip. “Nothing. I just want to take care of you.”
“But why?”
You could practically feel William’s nervousness. It was like when he dropped that glass. He radiated an almost jumbled energy, a desperate energy.
“Haven’t I made it more obvious?” he finally said, his hands on your waist. He brought his fingers up to brush the hair out of your face. “Am I not clear?”
You knew what he was going to say. But you wanted to hear it from him. “Clear about what?”
“I want you.” Your heart started beating. “I don’t care if you’re not from this time. I don’t care if you have a life in the future — I can be better. I can be your life.”
“. . . William.”
“Don’t take that tone with me,” he said, tilting your chin up so you could look him in the eyes. “I know you want me too. I can see it.”
“But we can’t,” you weakly protested.
“So is this what you do?” His tone grew more sharp. “Imagine things in your head and never act on them?”
You stayed silent. He was putting you in such a difficult position, couldn’t he see that?
“What’s wrong?” he continued. “Am I not good enough?”
“William,” you tried to pull away. “I have to go — ”
He locked you in his arms. Your body was so close your noses were brushing up against each other, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “Maybe you’re worried I can’t please you right.”
You could have shouted. Why was he being so forceful? You ignored the way your body grew warm — you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t and so you wouldn’t. 
“I don’t want it,” you lied again.
“Well, I told you, a wife should always submit to her husband’s desires.”
“We’re not married!”
“We will be.”
You froze.
William took your silence as an opportunity. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, turning his head slightly as his hand rested on the back of your head. You were caught off guard but didn’t try to push away. It felt so nice, and warm and inviting. Why you were denying yourself this? Why were you denying yourself love?
When your lips parted, a string of saliva connecting you both, you placed your hands on his chest. You had an idea. A brilliant idea. Why hadn’t you thought of this before? “William. I still have to go, but — ”
He growled and lifted you up, carrying you over to his bedroom, tossing you onto the bed, and pinning you down on the mattress. “No. I won’t let you. I won’t let you! Don’t you understand? I’m perfect for you — I can — I can.” He looked miserable. In fact, he looked like he was about to cry. “Let me show you,” he said, determined. He started unbuckling his belt with one hand. “Let me show you what I can do.”
You hadn’t realized how hard William was, but when he finally took out his cock — fat and pale, with pre-cum leaking at the tip, his balls a little hairy, you gulped, the area between your legs getting wetter.
“Take off your panties,” he ordered. “And lift up that damn dress.”
You didn’t. To be honest, you were a little frightened by his behavior.
William sighed and did it for you, spreading your legs apart, only for you to shut them close. “You don’t even have a condom!”
“I’ll put out,” he said impatiently, forcing your legs apart again. You gasped, not expecting contact to be made so soon.
He rubbed his cock against your wet cunt, soaking himself. He had this satisfied smile on his face, eyes closed for just a moment, before he looked down at you. 
“I thought I’d have to warm you up a little,” he said. “You’re beau — stop it! Don’t struggle.”
He held your arms down as you writhed. “Please, William — I believe you,” you said. “You can fuck me good. Just listen — ”
William shook his head. “You’re the one who's supposed to listen. Listen and take it.”
With that, he pushed his cock in and started thrusting, hard and fast, your hands still pinned, his face contorted in pleasure. His moans were loud and shameless. He had his head right above yours, peppering small kisses on your lips. You tried to ignore how good it felt — him inside of you, but it was becoming increasingly difficult by the moment. 
“Ah, I knew you weren’t a virgin,” he said, noticing the lack of blood or discomfort. “That’s okay — I still love you.”
“Love?” you repeated, trying to focus, but your abilities were lost when he used his thumb to rub your clit. “Wa-a-it!”
“Don’t say that,” William said, his tone surprisingly soft given how rough his movements were. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought you didn’t want it. Just enjoy. Enjoy me.”
The bed was starting to creak, moving back and forth, rubbing up against the wood floor. Your breasts were bouncing, catching William’s eyes every once in a while. His cock slid in and out of you with precision, hitting that swollen part inside of you every time. His thumb on your clit only added to the intense sensation. 
Your eyes fluttered shut, and you stopped struggling. You let your head hit the pillow, mouth parted, breathing heavy and hot. At the same time, you were overcome with a feeling of hurt. You couldn’t deny that you wanted it, but for him to take you so forcibly . . . and for you to actually like it . . .
“Are you alright?” he asked, slowing down his pace a little. He looked you in the eyes. “Do you feel good?”
You thought about lying, about crying out No, please stop!, but that wasn’t the truth, and in the end, your desires overcame you. “Y-yes. I want more.”
William relaxed, and his grip on you loosened. He placed one hand on your hip, the other by the side of your head. 
“You’re beautiful,” he praised. “Every day I look at you and think of how grateful I am that I found you. Laying there in that field, little flowers around you. An angel. My angel.”
You wanted to tell him how grateful you were, too. That it was him who took you in and not someone else, but the words never came out, only sighs and moans, but he seemed to understand what you were trying to say. 
Another kiss.
“You’re soaking me. You’re soaking the sheets.”
A little embarrassed, you turned your head. “M’sorry.”
William forced you to look back at him. “Don’t be sorry. I like knowing how eager you are for me.” 
Another kiss, but this time he slipped his tongue in, sweeping against yours before he pulled away, a string of saliva breaking as he did.
“We’ll live here,” he continued, his thrusts becoming more erratic, “in this house. Together. I’ll take you to the movies, we’ll have picnics in the garden, and I’ll write you love songs on the piano. We’ll have children — a girl, I hope — and she’ll look just like you. It’ll be wonderful,” he promised. “I’ll make you so happy, and you’ll make me happy, too.”
You couldn’t help but ruin the moment. “If I did that I would never see my parents again.”
He frowned and didn’t say anything. Then, “I think you’re getting agitated. You need to come, that’s it. You need to come and then you’ll finally understand what it is you’ll be missing out on if you leave.”
“T-that’s not the point — ”
“ — I’m so close,” he murmured. “Fill you up, so damn tight. Ah, you’re perfect.”
When you realized what he meant your eyes widened and you shook your head adamantly. “You said you’d pull out!”
“That was before. I’ve changed my mind.”
You felt familiar pressure build up inside of you. You could imagine yourself, breasts big with milk, belly round and smooth, William reading children’s books to your unborn baby as if he could be heard. The thought alone made you sickly sweet, the idea that life between you and him could be so domestic.
But couldn’t he just wait for a moment?
“I’ll — ah — be with you — every step of the way,” he grunted. “I won’t leave you. So, don’t be scared.”
“William,” you said shakily. “Just listen — ”
But it was too late. Collapsing on top of you, William poured his hot seed inside your cunt, his whimper addicting, like it was something you could hear a thousand times over. A few seconds later, you fell victim to the same fate, and there you two lay, with each other, chests heaving, bodies sweaty and sticky, coming down from the heights of ecstasy. 
You could feel his heart pound against yours. Thump, thump, thump. And you could feel yours as well. To think that this man had just gotten you pregnant. It all happened so quickly. It happened so quickly and you were completely fine with it.
“William,” you said after finally catching your breath, turning to face him. “You know I still have to go.”
It was his turn to cry. His tears watered up, glassy, his lower lip trembling, but you could tell he was doing his best to keep it in. “But I love you,” he whispered. “Am I not enough?”
It broke your heart to see him like this. So vulnerable in front of you. It was then you knew you were making the right choice, a hundred percent. You had finally found your match. And to think that you almost let him go . . . 
“But I want you to come with me,” you said, hopeful. “Come with me, William. Come with me to the future.”
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The Shades Of The Moon - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairings: Virgin!Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut and Fluff
Summary: Steven's dream is simple. He wants to be a tour guide. But Donna made it clear he has no chance achieveing that. That is until she gets fired and Steven gets a new boss. He is thrilled when you offer him the dream position, but what if he has to do something in return?
Warnings: seks duh, no DID, talks of insomnia and sleeping problems, okay so @melodygatesauthor 's AI characters are having an influence on me and Steven is a tiny bit yandere in this. Just barely noticable. Maybe he isn't even yandere just a huge fucking simp idek lol. (Anyway, Mel, your AI characters rock I love them and you 😘) Also I wanted to post it as soon as I can so it's not beta'd 🫣
A/N: I have no excuse, I'm a slut for inexperienced men 😶 But I'm also a sub so this is a fucking mess. Literally a fucking mess. Be aware of messy fucking. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PURE FILTH LIKE "THE PAVLOVIAN RESPONSE" BUT AGAIN I HAD TO MAKE IT SWEET??? Why can I only write smut with feels? Pls shoot me, I'm a failure.
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You tried to hide your smile on your first day after you were introduced to everyone at the museum by the director. You chatted a little with everybody and it was clear that almost all of them hated Donna and were glad she was getting replaced.
Well, she was digging her own grave by treating everyone like shit, so it wasn't a surprise when soon she got complaints by her employees and coworkers, opening the door for you to apply for her job in the museum.
Everybody seemed very nice, so you had a good feeling about this new job. Being in a position where you hold power over others can be scary, there's this whole thing that everyone seems to agree with that "all bosses are assholes" so you tried to break that myth.
You were strict in a way that you wanted everyone to do their job right and didn't have trouble telling someone if they are being too lazy. But you weren't rude even those times and you don't like to cause unnecessary drama by treating your workers like shit. You respected everyone as long as they respected you and their jobs.
You honestly didn't have trouble with employees being a few minutes late. You didn't. Maybe they didn't catch the bus, they slept in, or they accidentally spilled their coffee and it landed on their shirt and they needed to get changed. Shit happens, it was part of life.
But Steven Grant of the gift shop seemed to have trouble getting to work almost every day.
That's why during the day when you had a few minutes of free time you asked him to come to your office.
He was sitting in front of your desk with slightly hunched shoulders and with his hands in his lap as he was holding the tea you offered him, letting it warm his slightly cold fingers.
"So, Steven..."
He looked up at you, smiling. He liked you a lot more than Donna. You remembered his name and you were always very kind. You always greeted everyone and chatted a few words with everybody, creating a friendly atmosphere at the workplace.
"Is everything alright?"
Steven's brows furrowed a little in confusion but he was still smiling.
"Is everything...? I... yeah, everything's fine, yeah."
You were standing behind your desk with your arms crossed over your chest. You were wearing a simple but elegant white button up shirt and a black pencil skirt, black tights and black high heels with red bottoms.
When you moved to go around the table to stand in front of Steven, leaning back on it, you saw as his eyes moved up and down your body as he sat up straighter. It was hard reading his expression, he was always very friendly and respectful. You wondered if he appreciated what he was seeing.
"So is there any reason why you were late for work again?"
Steven's eyes widened. He knew he was pushing the boundaries with always running in the last minute or after it. He always apologized and promised he will be on time, but it's like luck was always abandoning him when it was time to wake up.
"Yeah, about that." - he looked down and caressed the teacup with his thumb. - "I have this... sleeping disorder. Insomnia. It's very late when I can fall asleep and I just can't seem to wake up in the mornings to my alarm."
You hummed and nodded, understanding.
"Have you considered trying to find a job where you would have night shifts?"
Steven felt like someone punched him in the guts.
"Wha- you wanna fire me?"
Your eyes widened and you quickly held your hands up, shaking them.
"No, no, no, no, no! I don't want to fire you! Jesus, no!" - you huffed out a laugh by the end and it looked like Steven calmed down a little. - "I'm just trying to help. You know I don't really care if someone's a little late sometimes, but you are late almost everyday, and you must know that it is an issue. Your work starts half an hour before the museum opens and there are times when you arrive after the first few customers have already entered the gift shop. I have to open those times instead of you."
Steven looked down in shame and shook his head.
"I know and I'm so sorry! I just... I really am trying. I am drinking calming teas, I read in bed, I am lighting scented candles to help me relax..."
"Okay, but lighting candles before you fall aleep is not the safest choice?" - you cut him off with a small smile.
Steven chuckled a little, but he was still tense.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." - he waved it off.
"Have you tried to talk to a doctor about this? If you don't get enough rest for a long period of time, it could cause health problems later."
Steven started chewing his lower lip. He was not used to people caring about him. Hell, 80% of the museum staff don't even remember his name, despite him working there for years now. If he was late, Donna always bit his head off and treated him like shit, making him do extra hours for free.
And now here you were, only knowing him about for a month, and talking about his personal problems, trying to help him. You were the kindest person he met so far.
"Yeah, I know."
"Do you like working here? Is there something that make you stressed out? Is the work too much? Can I help with anything to make it easier for you?" - you asked these questions rapidly, brows furrowing in anticipation for his answers.
Steven was getting a bit overwhelmed. How can you be so different from Donna? You were in the same position as her, yet you two were like fire and ice, complete opposites. Donna never asked him these kind of things, she only demanded him to do his job and she didn't care what it took.
"I like it here, I love history, so working in the museum is really great!" - Steven said.
"Okay, so do you have anything you'd like to change? Don't be afraid to answer, I'm here to help and I'm your boss, you can talk to me and I will see if I can do anything about it, because I have the power to do it."
Steven licked his lips and looked like he was eager to tell you something, then he looked away and shrank in his seat a little.
You smiled.
"It's okay, Steven, I'm not gonna be mad or anything, I promise."
Steven cleared his throat.
"Well, there's this thing... but Donna said that it will never happen."
You chuckled after you let out a big sigh.
"Steven? I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not Donna." - you gestured to yourself and saw as Steven's gaze wandered up and down your form again.
"Oh, I noticed."
One of your eyebrows shot up amused. Steven met your gaze again with a boyish smile. Damn, he's cute.
"Okay, so what is it?" - you asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot.
He got excited again and he leaned forward to put the teacup on your desk, just next to your ass. When he pulled back his hand, his knuckles brushed your hip and he stood up, looking at you with sparkling eyes.
"I know there's a very thin chance. And I love the gift shop I promise!" - he quickly added. - "But... would it be possible... is there a chance... even in the veeeery distant future... that I can become a tour guide?"
Your eyes widened in surprise.
"You? Want to be a tour guide?"
Steven took your question as a doubt in his ability.
His expression dropped and he gulped, looking down and shaking his head.
"Yeah, you know what? Forget it, let's act like I never sai..."
"Wait, Steven, no. Wait." - you pinched the bridge of your nose. You didn't know why he was always putting himself down so quickly. Whoever made him react like this to questions that were only asked to confirm something, needs a serious ass kicking. Oh wait, it was Donna. That bitch. - "Okay. I'm listening. You wanna be a tour guide?"
"...yeah."
"Which section?"
"Egypt."
You nodded, thinking. You and the director were talking about wanting to start more tours in the Egyptian and Greek section. The other tour guides' schedules were already full, but a lot of visitors are coming all around the year so there's a public demand for more tours. But the director and you were already going through CV's and there are quite a few capable people for the job. One man in particular has a rather impressive work experience behind him.
"Okay, so... we are looking for tour guides for the Egyptian and Greek section." - when Steven's eyes lit up, you hold up a finger. - "A lot of people are applying for the jobs. A lot. So I'm not saying anything, but... how about after the museum's closed you give me a tour? And if you're good, I see if I can talk to the director about hiring you."
Steven literally beamed and nodded in excitement.
You gave him a warning look.
"I will try, it's not set in stone..."
"I know, I know! I'm just... wow, I'm so happy! I never thought I will get a chance! Thank you so much!" - Steven's whole body buzzed with adrenalin and he suddenly hugged you.
Your eyes widened, but you smiled and patted his back awkwardly... then you let your hands caress his shoulderblades and your touch wandered down to his lower back. You bit your lip when you felt his muscles and you felt yourself become quite flustered when he pulled away and looked at you with a sheepish expression.
"Sorry, that was a bit unprofessional..."
You chuckled.
"You're good, don't worry." - you said and added in your head that he can wrap his big strong arms around you whenever he liked. Whew, get a grip, girl. - "I will see you after closing."
Steven nodded.
"Yeah, see you then!" - he waved at you with a big grin as he walked out the door and you shook your head with a chuckle.
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The door to your office was open and Steven appeared there after he closed the gift shop, quietly knocking on your door to get your attention when you were concentrating on something on your computer.
"Oh!" - you looked up at him with a smile and gestured to the couch by the wall not far from your desk. - "Sit down, I'm just gonna reply to this e-mail real quick."
"Alright." - he got comfortable and put his messenger bag on the coffee table. - "This office looks so much nicer since Donna moved out. It looks cozy." - Steven said smiling as he looked around.
You beamed at him and thanked him. You tried to make it look more homey, since you were spending almost as much time here as in your apartment. There were some pictures of nature on the walls and there were quite a lot of plants and flowers. They made you feel calm. There were a few shelves packed with history books and small trinkets.
"It's funny how Donna is gone for a whole month now and people are still talking about her." - you said amused as you were typing.
Steven chuckled.
"Yeah, she was... something else."
"So I've heard." - you chuckled. - "I hope I leave a different impression on people."
"You are!" - Steven was quick to reassure you. - "You're so kind, smart and funny. I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to come to work everyday!" - he joked, making you laugh. His ears perked up and a giddy expression took over his features.
"Thought you said you love the gift shop." - you teased.
"Yeah, but Donna made working here a living hell."
You gave him a flirty smile.
"Well, maybe you don't love the gift shop. Maybe you just love your new boss." - you said playfully.
"I do." - Steven said dreamily, then he shook his head a little and started stuttering. - "I mean... I love you, yeah... I mean as my boss! But I love the gifts shop too! It's just more fun with you? And by fun I don't mean anything creepy...!"
You laughed and stood up, closing your laptop.
"I know what you mean don't worry."
God have mercy, how can Steven be so handsome and so cute at the same time? Your gaze wandered all over his body as you approached him, wondering what he looked like under his baggy clothes. You knew he was strong, you wondered what those muscles can do, feeling them earlier when he hugged you still made you dizzy.
You sat down next to him as he was watching you like one would observe a goddess. You pulled off your high heels, and Steven licked his lips watching your black tights covered feet touch the ground toes first. He let out a small whimper when you put your hands on each of his knees and gently pushed them apart. He fell back against the backrest, his breath hitched in his throat and watched as you lean forward towards his lap and...
...reach between his feet to pull a pair of slippers out from under the couch.
You smiled at him, noticing how he was breathing deeper and how his cheeks were now a deep shade of red.
You pushed you feet into the black flat slippers and stood up.
"Sorry, I know the heels are pretty, but they are killing my feet. Also this way you will have a harder time sweeping me off my feet with your massive... knowledge." - you winked at him then walked out the door.
Steven let out a big sigh, he didn't even realize he was holding, and looked down as he felt the majority of the tension leave his body with it. His eyes widened when he noticed the visible bulge in his pants, and he panicked.
Did you notice that?
Oh god, you must have, you were right there just a few moments ago.
Oh no, he surely blew his chances as being a tour guide now, you must think he's a pathetic perverted arsehole, you left because you felt disgus-
You looked back in the room with an amused smile?
"You coming, Mr. Grant?" - you asked in a deeper voice, and he was sure it revibrated in his whole body, the echo of it concentrating in his pants.
Oh will be coming later tonight, when he is fisting his cock recreating this scene in his head a little differently. Wouldn't be the first time he jerked off to the thought of you.
He shook his head again, alarmed, and quickly got on his feet and grabbed his messenger bag rather agressively from the coffee table to hold it in front of him as he walked towards you.
You were standing right in the door, so as he slipped past you, mumbling a small apology, his chest brushed against yours, and was it him or were the top few buttons of your shirt unbuttoned before too?
"No problem, Steven. Now show me what you are capable of."
Fuck, he would pay good money so he can have a quick wank in the bathroom. Or better, if he could just bend you over your cute little desk and...
His thoughts were interrupted when another door opened down the corridor and the director stepped out, ready to go home.
"Ah, you two are still here?"
"Yes, Steven and I will take a tour through the Egypt section."
The man's eyebrow lifted.
"Really?" - he looked Steven over. - "Well, good luck."
"Thank you, sir." - Steven gulped.
"Tell me how it went." - the director winked at you and you smiled, nodding.
"I will. Good night."
Both of them said their good byes too, and Steven and you walked down to the Egypt section. When you arrived there, you smiled at Steven.
"I'm ready for you to blow my mind."
First, Steven blushed and started stuttering again, but then he became more and more relaxed as he led you through the artifacts. It was like the fact that he can talk about these objects calmed him down and he became more and more confident as he was leading you around. You watched him with great interest, impressed by his knowledge.
After about thirty minutes, you stopped him. His face fell, you didn't even let him finish, he must've fucked it up. When will he stop being such a failu-?
"That was quite impressive, Steven." - you smiled.
No response.
Your grin widened and you waved a hand in front of his face.
That seemed to get his attention and he blinked rapidly.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said that was very impressive. You know a lot about the Egyptian history and mythology. I loved that you were talking about smaller, not well known facts about some of the artifacts, they were very interesting!"
Steven smiled at you, but he had disbelief written across his face.
"Wait, really? You liked it?"
You giggled.
"Yes, Steven. You could be a really great tour guide. Not just for the adults but for the small students too. You could easily keep them entertained, because you are also funny and it is clear that you are passionate about this. Kids love that. And the adults too. It makes what you are saying more interesting." - you praised him.
Steven was sure he died and this was another dimension. You just... told him he was good at something. Just like that. He was sure he never heard a single praise directed at him in his whole life.
"Th... thank you!" - he said after a few seconds, grinning like a little kid who just got a present.
You licked your lips as your face fell a little.
"There's just this thing..."
"What is it?" - Steven asked, eager to correct his mistake, whatever it was.
"That you keep being late. It's bad as it is with you being in the gift shop, but you can't make a whole group of people wait."
Steven sobered up and nodded.
"Yeah. But I promise I won't be late ever again! I will even set the alarm an hour earlier so I can be on time!"
You seemed to be thinking about it.
He put his palms together and stepped closer to you.
"Please. I will do anything."
Your heart skipped a beat and you looked into his eyes. No... he surely didn't mean that. He was far too pure. He was looking at you so innocently.
"I don't know, Steven." - you said as you turned around and started walking to get back to your office, change back to your heels, grab your bag and go home. - "I have to think about it."
Steven was hot on your heels.
"I know, I was late a lot of times! I know I always promised to be on time and I failed! But this... this is what I was dreaming about for so long! I will be your best tour guide, I swear!"
You laughed a little and Steven smiled.
"Everybody will want to be on my tour. I will make the others look like morons, you know it!"
You laughed louder as you shook your head and walked into your office. You leaned over your table and Steven stopped dead in his tracks when the slit at the back of your skirt revealed the lacy part of your stockings by your thighs in this position. He wondered what you looked like without a skirt in those black thighs as they are strapped to the garter that must be the same lacy little thing, hugging your waist.
When you turned around he gulped and watched as you walked to the couch to slip in your high heels and he followed you to help you balance while you put them on. You felt your cheeks grew hot as he offered his hand and you gently took it, slipping in your heels.
"Tell me. What should I do to get the job?"
You looked at him and licked your lips.
"I told you it wasn't set in stone that you will get it..."
"I know. But you told me yourself I was impressi..."
"Sit down." - you cut him off.
Steven frowned a little bit, but sat down, setting his messenger bag next to him.
You straddled his waist as you climbed on top of him and you started caressing your palms up and down his chest and stomach, while he was looking up at you, eyes widening.
"So you really would do anything for the job?"
"I...I would..." - Steven answered, his hands resting next to him, unable to move. Was this really happening?
"Hmmm, then how about you show me how talented you are in other departments?" - you asked as you leaned closer and licked his ear.
Steven shuddered under you and he felt his blood flaming up with something else next to lust.
Insecurity.
"I'm a virgin." - he blurted out and he immediately regretted it when you pulled away and looked at him shocked.
You stared at him for a few seconds then you were off his lap in a heartbeat.
"Oh my god! Oh my god I'm so sorry! I thought... Nevermind, it doesn't matter what I thought! Fuck, that was so fucking awful of me!" - you said as you grabbed your bag again.
"Wait, no, it wasn't...!" - Steven was quick to reach for you but you were by the door in a flash.
"I'm so sorry Steven, I shouldn't have! God, I'm gonna be fired for this for sure." - you muttered the last part under your breath as you stormed out the door.
Steven had a hard time getting up and balance himself, suddenly unable to remember how to walk, let alone run after you and he fell on the floor with an ooff. He quickly got on his knees and grabbed his bag as he managed to stand up finally and he was quick to chase after you, but it seemed like you were quite fast in your heels.
Disappointment pooled in his chest and he let out a defeated sigh as he shuffled his way to the bus stop.
He wanted it to happen. Hell, he was imagining it since the first time he saw you. You were the prettiest woman he ever saw, just his type and when he learned how smart and especially kind you were, he was smitten. He found himself fisting his cock during the evenings when he was in bed, and sometimes even in the mornings, unable to get ready for work in time because of the raging boner he had because of the dreams he had about you. Yeah, he was having sleeping problems too, but a lot of times you were the reason he was late. Not that he would be ever mad at you for that. You were unable to leave his mind and he didn't even care. If he had the chance he would lock you in his apartment and never let you leave so you will be waiting there for him after he gets home from work so you can give him a welcome kiss and open those sexy legs so he can fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.
Maybe he would tie you to his bed, with your legs wide open so he doesn't have to lose precious time with trying to get between them.
Oh how many times did he imagine your delicate ankle locked in his ankle restraint as he was fucking into you wildly, the sheets a mess around you, his hands are firmly gripping your thighs as you were spread wide for him, as he holds you in place so you won't slip away from his cock even the slightest because of the rough pounding.
He closed his eyes, leaning against the bus stop sign, trying to cool his forehead with it.
You'd arch your back to try to get him to slip even further, offering, gifting, submitting your body completely to him, taking every inch of him like the kind and pretty thing you are, wanting to please him. Wanting to make his deepest desires to become a reality and he would praise you for it. Tell you how much of a good girl you are for him, how a goddess like you is everything he ever dreamt of, how he's gonna make you cum so hard you're gonna beg him to never leave your pussy. How he's gonna fill you up with his cum until it's gonna drip out of you because your womb is full and it can't take more. He would chase every drop with his tongue and gather it in his mouth to not waste any of it. He would lean above you and kiss you, making you swallow all of it because that's where it belongs. In you. Every. Fucking. Drop.
And fuck, when he is thinking about those pretty lips of yours which you liked to paint a cute shade of pink. A deeper shade, but it's not red and you look so innocent, while those fucking high heels make you look like a needy slut. Ready for someone to grab you, push everything off your table and fuck you on it. Smearing that pretty pink lipstick with messy kisses, fighting tongues and possessive bites.
Once he was at the drugstore to buy a bodywash and a deodorant, and his eyes fell on the exact same shade. He had no shame buying the lipstick and the first thing he did at home was to smear it all over his right hand and start jerking off, imagining it was your lips that painted his hard cock and heavy balls that shade. He even applied some on his lips and started licking them as he fucked into his fist harder, imagining he was tasting it on your soft lips. He never came so hard in his life.
Just one kiss. Is that too much to ask for?
No, because not even ten minutes ago you were in his lap ready to take everything he was willing to offer, licking his ear like a siren, ready to end his misery.
But he had to be a fucking failure again, didn't he? Why did he have to say he was a virgin? He watched enough porn movies, he imagined fucking you enough times to give you the best sex of your life.
Except... What if he couldn't give you that? It was all in his head. In his head you were his little princess who was happy when he bought you gifts, his little sex doll who was screaming in pleasure, as he was fucking you so hard he was slipping into your womb, letting everyone hear and know, especially the men who dared to look at you, who you belonged to, who is the only one allowed to touch you, to be inside you, to tear orgasm after orgasm out of your body and to fill up your perfect little pussy, marking you and ruining you for everyone else.
The bus arrived and Steven got on it, with his head hanging low and shoulders sank, dropping down to one of the seats.
He entered the apartment and as every other time, you weren't there to greet him with a kiss and undress him, massage away the tension in his shoulders and to cuddle him to make him sleep better.
He cried in the shower, feeling more alone and more miserable than ever before.
How would he handle seeing you after what happened? You must think he's a loser, a virgin who is gonna turn 40 in a few years. He was a man but he didn't feel like one. Not when he couldn't have you to make him feel like one.
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You arrived early at work, almost an hour before everyone else, except the guard and the janitors. You locked yourself in your office and tried not to cry. It was fucking embarassing, and you almost didn't come to work. You were so sure Steven wanted you. And then... and then... you climbed on him, and quite literally offered yourself for him, only for him to reveal he was a virgin.
You sexually molested a man.
A virgin man.
He was a virgin, because he wanted to be a virgin, right? There's just no way someone as handsome, as attractive as him didn't have women throwing themselves at him.
You know, like how you did.
You buried your face in your hands and screamed in frustration.
He's gonna tell the director, you're gonna be fired and you will go down in the museum's history as an even nastier bitch than Donna.
Which was hard, but look at you! You did it!
You didn't know how long you were there trying to beg the floor to open up and swallow you, but there was a knock on the door.
You jumped and almost screamed, but you quickly regained your composure (which was still a fucking mess) and opened the door.
The director, Robert was there with a man who looked familiar.
"Good morning, are you ready?"
You frowned.
"Ready? For what?"
Robert looked at you confused, but he was still smiling.
"For the job interview? Today's Thursday! This is Michael Williams, whose CV you really liked." - he said in a suggestive tone and the man next to him chuckled as his eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, really? Well, I'm glad I left quite an impression already. There's more to come I promise." - he winked as he looked you over.
Oh.
Oh!
This was the guy applying for the tour guide job.
"Oh, yeah, yeah! Sorry, I couldn't sleep, and I forgot it was today. Silly me!" - you chuckled as you walked out and closed the door behind you.
They both gave you sympathetic looks and you walked down to the museum.
You saw Steven walking into the gift shop, looking around, and you immediately tensed up, then you wished you were dead when he spotted you and his eyes went wide.
You turned away and faced both men, trying to cast a spell on Steven in your head to just go into the-
"Morning!" - he greeted everyone from behind you and you turned around faking a smile and nodding while Robert and Michael greeted him back.
"Can we talk for a second?" - Steven asked you and you immediately shook your head, while the director spoke up from next to you.
"Can it wait? We are about to interview this man here. This is Michael Williams, he applied for both the Egyptian and Greek tour guide jobs."
Steven's gaze shot to the man, and you must've imagined it when the always sweet and friendly eyes looked quite sharp now.
"Nice to meet you, mate." - Steven gave the man a tight lipped smile and a curt nod, then he turned back to you gently grabbing your upper arm. - "We need to talk, please."
You gulped when his brown eyes looked so much softer when you were their target. You felt the warmth of his palm enter your arm and you swore goosepbumps appeared around the spot.
"Actually..." - you started, holding Steven's gaze.
If he wanted to tell the director what happened last night, he would be wanting to talk to him right now and not you.
"Michael is only applying for the Greek tour guide job." - you said as you looked at the director.
All three men's eyes widened.
"No, I want to be considered for both?" - he said confused.
"But you won't, since one of them is already taken." - you informed him with a kind smile.
"Oh!" - the director smiled. - "You must've been very good if she hired you without asking me." - he said, but he didn't have anything against it. - "Congratulations!" - he offered his hand to Steven, who was staring at you in shock.
You licked your lips nervously and gestured with your head to the extended arm.
Steven snapped out of whatever trace he was in, and he smiled and shook Robert's hand.
"Thank you!" - he ended the handshake and looked at you. - "I tried to give her everything she wanted, but she stopped me, before I could even begin."
Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly, while the other two men laughed.
"Y/N, I hope you didn't just hire him because of his good looks!"
"But if that was the case, am I qualified enough to take the other job?" - Michael smirked at you.
Him and Robert laughed again and you played along, giggling. No one saw the murderous glare Steven shot the man.
"No, Steven was amazing! He is very smart and knows more about Egyptian history and mythology than anyone I ever met. Actually, I can't believe Donna never let him shine." - you told both men, and your words made Steven's jaw relax and he stood up straighter with a smile, subtly moving closer to you.
His chest touched your shoulder and you bit your lip, not pulling away.
When Michael congratulated him too and Steven leaned forward with his right hand to accept his outstreched one, his warmth embraced you fully and you smelled his body wash. You shivered slightly and hugged yourself with your arms.
When he pulled back, you could still feel his chest sligthly touching your shoulder.
"Well, can I come to your office after then?" - Steven asked and you turned your head to look at him.
Why did your heart start beating harder when he looked at you with those warm, kind eyes?
You nodded, and turned back to face Robert and Michael, feeling as Steven rubbed your lower back, without the two men noticing and left.
Fuck.
Saying you weren't able to focus on Michael while he talked was an understatement. You couldn't stop thinking about Steven. You were so confused by his actions and reactions. You were so sure he found you attractive, you caught him staring at you quite a few times since you were here. But he always had such an adorable look on his face, much more innocent than how other men ever looked at you.
But last night when you very clearly made a move on him, he stopped you.
But now he didn't look like he wanted to tell anyone about that little incident, and he wanted to talk to you and even felt comfortable enough to touch you...
You gulped.
What if he wants to continue what happened last night?
No.
No, that shit was inappropriate. You are his boss and it wouldn't end well, doesn't matter what the two of you want. If someone finds out you will be fired and most likely Steven would be too, since he just got a promotion and people will think it was because he was fucking you.
You sighed deeply and tried to focus on the interview. Before you knew it, it was over and Michael was hired as the next tour guide of the Greek section.
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It was about an hour later when there was a knock on your door and you stood up with shaking legs, inviting the person in.
Steven closed the door behind him and looked at you with big eyes, approaching your table, clearly trying to find the right words to start the conversation.
"Look, Steven, what I did last night was highly inappropriate and I am very ashamed of it. I don't know what came over me and I am truly very sorry about what happened." - you said quickly.
Steven shook his head.
"You shouldn't." - he said and slowly started to come around the table where you were standing. He looked desperate, eager and cautious at the same time. Like he wanted to act on his feelings but was afraid of the consequences.
You gulped and with the same pace you started backing up.
"No, Steven. I'm your boss. It is very unethical."
Steven kept walking towards you and soon your back came in contact with the wall, making you gasp as you were watching him intently.
His gaze became hooded, like your proximity intoxicated him and he calmed down like a spell was casted on him. His eyes dropped down to your chest. He could see it rising and falling rapidly. You were either stressed out or... aroused.
He had a lot of time to think about what happened in his bed last night. Maybe he fucked it up by admitting that he was a virgin, but you climbed in his lap nonetheless. You wanted him.
He was desperate. He wanted you since the first time he saw you and he started to fall for you when he got to know you better. And you showed him very clearly that you wanted him too. He was tired of hiding his feelings. He was tired of hiding his needs. The shy, good guy Steven was in the past now. He deserved this. He deserved you.
"Is that the only reason why you want me to stop coming closer?" - he asked as he stopped in front of you and he slowly lifted both of his hands to rest his palms against the wall, trapping you.
You were very much panting now.
Fuck, a simple action like that shouldn't have that effect on you.
You gulped again and ducked under one of his arms and Steven turned to watch you walk to the door, barely able to put one foot in front of the other.
You readjusted your shirt and shook yourself a little. You checked your watch and lifted your chin as you looked at him.
"No, and I do believe you have to get ready for your very first tour which will start in twenty minutes."
Steven lifted an eyebrow.
"Daryl called in sick, you'll take over her shift." - you explained.
"What about the gift shop? I was supposed to be working there today."
"I handle the gift shop until we hire a new assistant."
Steven walked towards the door, but leaned close to you, whispering in your ear.
"You can keep acting like you don't feel the same way I do. But I felt it. Last night. When you climbed in my lap like a needy little kitten. I felt the heat between your legs. It was burning for me." - his hot breath was hitting your ear and neck, and you shocked yourself when you let out the most pathetic whine in human history.
Steven smiled as he pulled back. If you wanna keep playing, he will join the game. But he will be playing by his own rules.
He walked out the door without another word and you leaned against the wall.
Fuck.
Within seconds you were laying on the couch with your right hand buried in your panties and your left covering the dirty moans that tried to escape your lips. You never came so fast in your life.
"Fuck this guy." - you panted.
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You managed to take over from Steven before his tour started and you watched him while he was leading the group near the gift shop, explaining the people something about the artifact he was standing next to. Sometimes his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away. When a few seconds later you had the courage to look at him again, he was talking to the group, but a smile was on his face, and his cheeks were covered with a bit of red, eyes shining.
A while later you raised a curious brow when you noticed a lot of people from Steven's tour entered the shop and almost all of them bought something that was related to Tawaret. You hid the last plushie for yourself.
Steven came in soon after and walked behind the counter where you stood serving a customer.
You immediately tensed up, but still kept the smile on your face while you were ringing the items.
"I saw people with those cute Tawaret plushies, but I can't find them anywhere? Do you happen to have some more on stock?" - the customer asked.
Steven saw one under the counter and reached for it, but you grabbed his wrist without the customer noticing, making his head snap towards you in surprise.
"Sorry, we ran out of them. Your tour guide here made a lot of people fall for her."
The customer's face lit up.
"Yes!" - she looked at Steven. - "It was very great having you as our tour guide! I was here quite a few times but still learned a lot of new things about the gods today!"
Steven smiled at her.
"Thank you. I read a lot about them. I can recommend a few books for you if you are interested."
"That'd be great!"
You narrowed your eyes at the young woman and gestured to the other side of the counter.
"Can you do that elsewhere?" - you asked Steven. - "Other customers are waiting to pay."
"Sure, darling." - Steven's eyes became hooded again, as he leaned close to your face with a small smile. - "I'll make sure to do that the minute you let go of me."
Your eyes widened and you dropped his wrist.
"Yes, sorry!"
Steven smirked and walked around you, brushing the same hand lightly along the curve of your ass, making you grip the counter tightly.
Him and the woman chatted happily about the books, Steven seeming to enjoy the conversation with a customer way more than he usually was. You served a few more customers while you were side eyeing them with a small frown.
Does he like her?
It shouldn't bother you at all, he should be going after girls like her and not his boss.
You were ready to shoot yourself by the time they hit the 20 minute mark, their small chuckles annoying you beyond belief.
Soon, Michael entered the shop and smiled when he spotted you.
"I was looking for you." - he said.
"Well, you found me."
"So now that I am hired, I was thinking we should celebrate."
"What do you mean?" - you asked, tilting your head.
"Dinner at seven?"
You froze for a minute, taken aback, and before you could answer, Steven was by your side, standing close to you again. Why did his warmth calm you down and excite you at the same time?
"Heard you got the job, mate. Congratulations."
Michael nodded at Steven.
"Thanks, man." - he then turned to you. - "So?"
You felt Steven's left hand on your right asscheek.
"I uh... I uh... I'm still gonna work at seven, I have a lot of paperwork to do."
Steven's hand travelled lower, his featherlight touch moving down the back of your thigh until it reached the hem of your skirt.
"What about eight?"
Steven's hand started to move up again, this time under your skirt, his fingerstips caressing your inner thigh, making you visibly shiver. Michael lifted an eyebrow.
"Look, Steven has to cover Dylan's shift and I ha- have to cover his. I am very behind on m- my work."
Michael sighed, but nodded, forcing a smile.
"Maybe another time then." - he said his goobyes to both of you and left.
"Thought it was inappropriate to date your employees." - Steven said as he turned his head to you so his mouth was right next to your ear. His hand was still under your skirt. He reached the hem of your stocking and hooked a finger in the strap that was keeping it in place.
"I said no, didn't I?"
"He will ask you again."
"Why does that bother you?"
He pulled the strap away from your skin then let it go. You jumped and hissed when it snapped against your skin.
"Makes me sick when I think about other men having their hands on you."
"You are having your hands on me."
"You don't seem too eager to stop me."
You bit your lower lip when his fingertips caressed your inner thigh again and he moved them up painfully slowly.
"You seem very eager to touch me on the other hand."
"I'm just curious about your body. Can you blame me? I dreamed about fucking it more times than I can count."
You gripped the counter again and your whole body shuddered again, this time a small moan left your lips with it.
Steven smiled and tilted his head to watch your face, but you were looking forward, trying to control your breathing. When his fingers reached your pussy through your panties, you closed your eyes, trying to keep quiet.
Steven looked around and when he saw that just a few customers were mingling around, he stepped even closer, pushing his front fully against your side. For others it just looked like you were standing close to have a private conversation. And well... you did have a private conversation.
"I can feel that the thought excites you." he whispered in your ear, as he started slowly caressing you. - "I was so hard for you yesterday. I wanted nothing more than for you to climb on my cock and ride it as hard as you can. I wanted you to fuck yourself on it. You're the reason I can't sleep. I am too busy fucking my fist at the thought of you being spread wide open on my bed, screaming in pleasure because of what I am doing to you."
"Stop it." - you said through gritted teeth, but you were not too eager to get away from him.
Steven pushed aside your panties, and his eyes widened when he felt a woman's wetness on his fingers for the first time ever in his life. You could hear his breath hitch and his hips buckle forward, as he rubbed his erection against your hip.
"F-fuck...!" - he breathed and teared his hand away from you and stormed out of the shop.
You gasped and gulped big, trying to get yourself together as a customer approached the counter again.
Meanwhile Steven practically burst through the bathroom door and locked himself in a stool, so with frantic movements he can free his cock from his pants and start jerking off wildly. He lifted his other hand to his face and licked the tips of his fore- and middelfinger, only to groan loudly when your taste on his tongue hit his senses. His eyes rolled back and he thrusted his hips forward desperately into his fist, while he pushed his fingers into his mouth, sucking on his digits like a starved man, chasing relief.
It didn't take him thirty seconds to came all over the stall's wall, his white cum dripping down on the black paint, the contrast making him snap back into reality after his high. He used the toiletpaper to clean himself up and he quietly mumbled to himself as he was wiping away his cum.
"That's not right... What a waste... Next time it will all go inside you, love... That's where it should be..."
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You could spot Steven not far from the gift shop after his little toilet break. He was talking to a group of people, most likely the first arrivals of his next group and you tried to give him a warning look, to maybe scare him from making moves on you like that again, and you thought it worked, with him looking back at you with those adorable puppy eyes, but you could see his gaze wandering up and down on your body.
He wasn't fazed by you at all. He was looking like a kid who wanted to get to his favourite toy, but he got interrupted and is now forced to play nicely with the other kids.
Oh, but you knew better.
Maybe he could trick others with his sunshine persona, smiling and chatting away in a friendly manner.
Nuh-uh.
That man was hungry.
He is playing nice for now.
But you were almost afraid to find out what will happen when the day is over and you are inside the four walls of your office, safe from the eyes that could detect his desperation. But if that was the case why did you feel your pussy clench when you thought back to what his fingers felt like on your skin? Under your skirt? Inside your panties?
You let out a shaky breath and walked back behind the counter and continued your shift and before you knew it, it was time to close.
You never made the trip from the shop to your office so fast. You were in your high heels, you felt proud.
You closed the door behind you and sighed in relief. Maybe if you hide long enough, Steven would get the hint and-
knock knock
Your eyes snapped up and you took a slow step back from the door.
You watched the doorknob turn and as the door opened it revealed Steven.
He stepped inside and closed then locked it, looking at you with an adoring and eager expression.
"Steven, no, we can't..."
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. You gasped when your chest bumped into his. He was holding your wrist still and his other hand was on your waist, keeping you close to him. His eyes became hooded as he was looking down at your lips.
"Kiss me." - he demanded in a whisper as he leaned even closer.
"Stev-"
His mouth was on yours and before your mind registered what was happening, he was licking your lips. But not just to gain entrance into your mouth. No. He was tasting your lipstick. The one he always wodered if it tasted on you the same it tasted on him. And to his absolute delight it didn't. Fuck. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it, then soothed it with his warm tongue. You shuddered in his arms and with a whine you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for more, licking into his mouth to memorize his taste.
Steven was in heaven.
No, really, he died and he landed in an angel's arms.
He felt as the excitement and lust mixed in his body, and he sneaked his arms around your waist completely, not letting a fucking inch of air get between your bodies. He wanted to be as close to you as possible.
He pulled you even closer. But it wasn't close enough.
Steven turned with you and he pushed you against the door, his body was completely flush against yours. One of his thighs got between your legs somehow and he moaned weakly when you started slowly rubbing yourself on him, as you sucked on his lips during your heated kiss, smearing your pink lipstick all over his mouth and jaw.
"So you're a virgin?" - you asked as you pulled away to quickly get some air in your lungs, then dived back for more.
"Yeah. Why? Am I doing it wrong already?" - Steven asked but his brows furrowed in pleasure when you started kissing his neck, sucking on the skin where his pulse beated wildly. - "Shit..."
"No, you kiss really good."
Steven smiled and pulled away to cup your face and kiss you again. This time it was slower, but just as deep, tongues exploring and lips sucking the other one's mouth.
Fuck, it felt like he was making love to your mouth. You wondered what other natural skills did he have.
Before you could think about it more, there was another knock on your door, making both of you jump.
You looked wide eyed at Steven, but he had a lovestruck little smile on his face as he saw how he ruined your make-up.
Finally. He made out with the girl of his dreams so passionately that she looked like a mess.
And he never felt greater love than this.
It was addictive.
He wanted more. He wanted to make you feel just as wrecked like how he felt. He wanted you to need him so bad you can't even think.
From the other side, Michael called your name.
"You're in there?"
Steven's eyes darkened and his eyes snapped to the door behind your head and a low growl vibrated through his chest. His hands slipped from your waist to pull up your skirt and he almost couldn't keep in the groan that the sight of your lacy thighs provided with the tiny little straps that held them in place. You were wrapped up like a sexy little present for him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be right in there, mate." - he whispered hoarsely as he was eyeing your panties with a possessive look.
Fuck, this man is going to be the death of you. You never felt so wanted in your life. He looked obsessed and you never felt more turned on by a man before.
"Steven..." - you breathed needily, holding onto his shirt.
"Go, ahead, love." - he encouraged you quietly as he caressed your thighs. His large palm was burning your skin where it touched you and his thumbs brushed over the delicate little straps. - "Answer him. If I knew that you are going to be in your office, he knows it too. Bloody idiot is watching you like a hawk. Makes me wanna tear his eyes out of their sockets." - he continued as his thumbs slid dangerously close to your panties.
You shuddered again and your eyes rolled back. You weren't sure how long you could take his teasing and the way he talked.
Michael called your name again.
Steven looked at you and lifted an eyebrow.
"No?" - he asked as he slowly got on his knees and he looked at you like you were a goddess. He kissed your inner thigh then the other one too as he held your gaze.
You quickly pushed a hand to your mouth to keep in the whine that threatened to escape when he licked your skin and pulled aside your panties.
You swore his pupils dilated so much at the sight of your wet pussy that his irises became pitch black too. His breath hitched in his throat then he exhaled long, the warm air making your pussy flutter and you shivered once again, putting your other hand on his forehead to keep him from touching you while you pushed your thighs together.
He didn't fucking care.
He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled it to the side. He was so much stronger than you that even if you attempted to fight that movement, he didn't even feel it.
But then again, even if he felt it, he didn't fucking care.
He leaned forward, pushing his nose into the little space between your thighs just under your pussy and inhaled deeply.
Your scent brutally attacked his senses and his eyes rolled back in his head before he closed them.
Bloody hell. He held your wrist firmer when he felt your arm move again, probably to try and push him away again. Did you really think he was going to stop now? Even if he wanted to, even if that tiny part of his mind kept saying that this was forbidden and probably a bad fucking idea, he couldn't. He didn't have the willpower. Not after he smelled you, not after knowing that what he felt was because of him. You were wet because he touched you, because he kissed you. You were wet becaue you want him to fuck you, to taste you. How could he stop now?
"You want this." - he grunted lowly, as he eyed your pussy, grabbing your panties and wanting to pull them down. Your hands grabbed both of his, trying to stop him, but he tugged them down impatiently, ripping the clasps that held your stockings in place. When your panties were at your ankles, he lifted your feet after each other to help you step out of them, and he pushed the lacy little thing into his back pocket.
"I know you're busy, I will come back later, okay?" - Michael said, and you sighed relieved when you heard him leave after a few seconds.
Steven grabbed your thighs, trying to pull them apart, clenching his jaw and almost snarling.
"Open them. Fucking open them. Let me in!" - when he looked up at you with his dark, demanding eyes, your pussy throbbed so hard you moaned out loud this time. All of your willpower left you and you let Steven pull your thighs apart, putting one of them over his shoulder.
His eyes widened slightly and he slowly caressed your lips, mesmerized by the glistening sight.
"Bloody hell..." - he breathed and licked your juices off his fingers. He moaned loudly as he started sucking them.
"Steven..." - you breathed, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"So sweet... So delicious..." - he mumbled while his fingers were still in his mouth, then he suddenly grabbed your hips and pushed his head between your thighs.
You were glad Michael left, because when you felt Steven's tongue wiggle its way between your folds and found your clit, you let out a high pitched whimper.
"Fuck, wait, Steven, ahh! Wait!" - you tried to push on his forehead to tame the beast, but he latched his lips onto your clit and started sucking like a leech.
Your head rolled back and it banged loudly on the door behind you.
"Fuck, wait, just..." - you grabbed the hair on the back of his head and yanked on it forcefully.
He whined as he looked up at you, jaw slack and shining from your slick.
"Slower." - you breathed. - "Make my clit wetter and lick it slowly, suck on it gently."
Steven nodded eagerly, chest filling up with warmth. You didn't stop him because you wanted him to stop completely, you stopped him because you wanted to guide him. Fuck, he hoped he could make you cum so hard you won't be able to stand after.
He leaned forward again and licked you from your hole up to your clit. He moaned when he felt a huge amount of slick in your hole and he went back to gather more with the tip of his tongue and guide them to your clit. He felt his tongue slip over it smoother than before and he heard you let out a soft sigh, slightly rolling your hips forward.
Hmm, this was nice.
He closed his eyes and rubbed the small bundle of nerves up and down slower than before and you let out the most delicious sounds he ever heard a woman make.
He switched to lick it sideways and felt you twitch a little then chuckle eroticly. He pulled away to look up at you.
"You like it?"
You bit down on your lower lip and caressed his face. He looked up at you like a happy little puppy who wanted to play more, just waited for your approval.
"Yes, Steven, you're doing so good."
Steven's cock twitched in his pants. He didn't think it was possible to be this hard after he jerked off earlier, but he was just about ready to cream his pants.
His eyes sparkled as a boyish grin appeared on his face and he continued licking you.
His huge palms caressed and kneaded your thighs and all of your fingers got lost in his hair as you gently guided him.
And fuck, was he good.
Your breathing became faster and deeper, your moans came out louder, your hips started rolling forward, wanting more of his tongue and mouth. Steven started groaning too when he felt you pull his head deeper between your legs and he wrapped his lips around your clit to suck on it.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck, just like that! Oh my god, Steven!" - your hips started moving wilder, and he had to grab them and pushed them back against the door as he continued to please you. - "I need your fingers, baby, fuck me with your fingers!" - you begged.
Steven growled when he heard how desperate you were for him. He loved that he had that power over you. When he pushed his forefinger inside you, he moaned loudly feeling how warm and wet you were, your velvety walls hugged his digit needily. They wanted more. So Steven pushed inside his middle finger too and started moving them in and out of you. As your hips moved faster he matched the pace with his hand and tongue. He couldn't believe the amount of slick that was oozing out of you, his wrist and jaw were completely covered in them. Not that he minded. It was sexy as hell and he wanted more. He hoped you're going to make the same mess if not a bigger one on his cock too. He hummed needily again when he thought about how your wet walls will feel around his fat, veiny cock. He hoped he won't explode inside you the second he slips in.
When he felt your walls tighten around his fingers more and more, you started moaning in a high pitched voice.
"I'm gonna... Steven, I'm gonna...!" - suddenly you cried out and started riding his face as your pussy pulsed around his digits wildly. Your nails sunk into his scalp, but he didn't care. He was only focused on your pleasure and to lick up all of the juices that were flowing out of your pussy, wanting to devour as much as he possibly can.
When you became too sensitive, you pushed on his forehead again, breathing out a weak 'stop'. When Steven pulled away to look up at you he felt your legs tremble and he wrapped his arms around you just in time before you collapsed.
He stood up and pushed you against the door hard, kissing you passionately, mumbling how good you tasted and how much he loved your sweet little pussy.
"Hmmm, good girl." - he said between kisses. You were barely able to keep up with the way his mouth moved against yours, you were so exhausted by your orgasm. Your legs were shaking and you had to hold onto his shoulders for stability. - "Came so hard for me. You're so beautiful when you come. So delicious, so sweet. You're such a good little girl for letting me play with you. But we're not done. Not until I had my fun too." - he lifted you up, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to the couch.
He laid you down and pushed your thighs apart, caressing your legs soothingly, as he eyed your body. He reached up and started unbuttoning your shirt, and he moaned when you started working on his pants.
"Needy little thing. You want it, yeah? You must feel so empty without me. Don't worry, I got you."
His hands started shaking a little as he unclasped your bra and pulled it off of you. You were even more beautiful than how he imagined. Finally you were laying before him, naked, wet and needy, just how he envisioned it in his fantasies a million times before. Your make up was ruined and he knew the lower half of his face was covered with not just your juices but your lovely pink lipstick too. He left your stockings and your high heels on you on purpose. You looked so fucking sexy, like those actresses he watched in the filthiest porn movies he could find. But this time, this little slut was his. No one else's. He's gonna claim you and you will belong to him and you won't need anyone else. Just him. Just his cock.
You pushed down his pants to his thighs and freed his throbbing lenght from his boxer briefs. But before you could wrap your hand around him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away.
He fisted his cock with his other hand and slowly laid over you, positioning his tip at your hole, making both of you moan when he moved it a little up and down between your slit, to make it wet. He pushed his forehead against yours and kissed you again.
"I'm gonna fuck you, love. You deserve to be handled gently, but I can't do that. Not now. Not after I imagined doing this a million times before. Not after waiting so long. Not after I saw how hard you can come because of me. I need you. I need this little pussy more than I need life." - he started pushing his cock inside, the fat tip making you gasp loudly. - "Shh, darling. You can take it. You can take all of it, just like in my dreams." - he kept pushing inside and he growled long as your walls squeezed and squeezed him. - "That's it, that's my good girl, such a good little slut for me. Ready for my cock, always."
You whined as he streched you, and you reached down with your free hand to push on his abdomen, but he reached down and grabbed it too, moving both of your wrists above your head. He kept looking down at your pussy and when it felt like he can't go further, he pulled out a little and thrusted forward forcefully, making you cry out.
He threw his head back and moaned loudly, taking a few seconds to calm himself down enough, to keep himself from blowing up in your tight little hole.
He was so big you barely managed to choke in some air, feeling like you were impaled on his cock. The pain was burning, but when he suddenly pulled out and slipped back in, you felt a wave of wetness ooze out of you, drenching his cock.
When Steven felt he was moving easier inside you, he opened his eyes and looked down at your pussy again, panting and moaning as his hips started rolling into you sensually, with more power after each thrust.
"Yeah, that's it." - he whispered, then growled, moving faster. - "That's it, love, take it, fucking take all of it, oh god!" - he leaned down and kissed you, licking into your mouth hungrily as he fucked those needy noises out of you.
You moaned loudly, trying to roll your hips too, chasing the pleasure. He was reaching dephts of you you didn't even know was possible and his girth made your walls flutter in excitement with every inward stroke.
He let go of your wrists, moving one of his hands to keep himself up, while his other slipped to your boobs to play with them each, kneading the flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingers. When you tugged on his shirt, he quickly removed it and groaned in delight when you kissed his chest and neck, biting his skin teasingly.
"You feel so good, Steven. You wanted to fuck me before? I can feel it." - your hands slipped down to his ass and you grabbed his cheeks roughly. - "I can feel how turned on you are. You're so fucking gone for this pussy." - you whispered, biting down on his earlobe.
To your delight, your words made him fuck into you even more wildly, the muscles of his abs showing as he moved on top of you, his biceps hardening and veins popping out more on his arms and neck. He looked so handsome and wild and you kicked yourself for not giving into him sooner.
"That's right, I couldn't stop thinking about it since I saw you. You bewitched me, my dove." - he panted above you and his hand slipped from your chest to your neck. His long fingers wrapped around your throat, but he only applied the smallest pressure. He will have enough time discovering your kinks (and his too) in the future, his only goal now was to make you cum on his cock. - "Do you know how many times I imagined fucking you? Hmm? How many times I imagined you being tied to my bed, spread out so I can fuck you as I please?"
Your head lolled back to lean over the armrest of the couch and Steven moaned when you arched your back, feeling your pussy squeeze him.
"Fuck, love, you were thinking about it too, didn't you? Getting fucked in this silly little office, while that stupid bloke is pining after you. But he can't have you, right?" - he grabbed your neck harder and yanked on it to make you look at him. His look was fogged by pleasure and he looked almost possessed. - "You're only mine, yeah? Mine to fuck, mine to pump full with cum."
"Yes, I belong to you, I'm yours!" - you choked out, feeling as tears welled up in your eyes. The wetter you became, the more it felt like he was hitting a spot inside you over and over again that made it feel like he was fucking himself straight into your womb.
He was watching your eyes, your face your body in a way that made you feel like you were a goddess and he couldn't get enough seeing you, yet the way he fucked you and squeezed your throat made you shiver in his arms and feel like you were just a cheap whore he found on the street.
The two feelings brewed something primal deep inside you and it kept boiling by the flame his rough thrusts ignited in you. The pleasure you felt was hotter and more intense than ever before and you could only look up at him like a prey caught in a trap, pleading for release. You felt something else, something unfamiliar and before you could question what was happening, he ordered you to cum and your whole body contracted before the knot inside you snapped and you were gushing all over him as an orgasm you never felt before rocked through you body.
Steven barely had time to pull out of you before you started to squirt all over him, crying out for him with your whole body shaking like a leaf. He watched you in awe and quickly pushed his cock back inside you, caging your body with his as he fucked your sensitive pussy, mumbling incoherently into your ear. You felt his cock swell even more and you hold onto him as he emptied himself inside you, moaning and drooling all over your ear and jaw, praising how good you made him feel.
"Fuck, love, this was everything I dreamed of and more." - he panted as he was laying on top of you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and kissed your skin, caressing your body. - "Dirty girl, squirting all over my cock like the little slut you are." - he pushed himself up and cupped your face, wiping the tears from your eyes with a lovestruck smile. - "I love you, my darling. You're so perfect." - he kissed you and smiled when you wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer.
He looked down between the two of you and chuckled.
"Look at this mess, little dove. How about I clean you up and take you home, hmm?" - he murmured against your lips before licking them teasingly. - "So I can show you all the other fantasies I have about you."
You caressed his hair and nodded with a smile.
"I'm ready for you to blow my mind."
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xxmaxwellxx · 11 days
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Can someone help me find some Sagau fics?
1. Alhaitham begs to see author/writer reader’s work and they’re a little insecure about their writing so they hand over some of their work and panic about what he thinks about it, eventually reader forgets giving to him only for him to publish their work. Reader panics and goes over to his house and kaveh opens the door and reader asks to speak with alhaitham and when they do he’s spewing praises. Edit: found this one! It’s Language Shenanigans by thatdeadaquarius!
2. There’s some kind of written language barrier in teyvat where the reader can’t read there and the characters can’t understand what they write and alhaitham kinda recognized what the reader was writing so he took them to the library and there’s like slang from 2015 carved into stone and it kinda horrifies reader. Edit: here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/thatdeadaquarius/706940879634628608/about-language-brainrot-imagine-writer-creator?source=share
3. Headcannons where the reader is playing shirtless and it flusters the characters, I remember reader going to the character selection and all of them were flustered, blushing and one sqeaked and stuttered through their voiceline
4. Reader stimming by clapping their thighs while playing and the characters are confused and flustered because they think something else is going on, I think xiao was in it and was blushing really hard lol Edit: I couldn’t find this on the master list so here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/fandangotales/698730573789806592/500-followers-event-about-your-prompt-could-you-do?source=share
5. Reader gets isekaied to teyvat and is very flustered by the characters because reader thinks they’re hot, they constantly avoid eye contact with the characters and it makes the characters think that looking at reader is some kind of grave sin, eventually reader bumps into zhongli and they make eye contact and reader blushes really hard and stutters and tries to look away but zhongli thinks something is wrong with reader and goes and fetches a healer only to find out that no, there’s nothing wrong with reader they just think the characters are hot. Edit: It’s a simp in Sagau by hiraya-rawr!
6. archons reading readers fanfiction. It somehow got into book form and has been circulating to the archons, I remember zhongli sitting behind the desk at the funeral parlor and being so focused on reading that he didn’t notice reader coming in and reader snatches the book from him only to be horrified because he was reading fanfic they wrote and him being like “is this another universe creator?”
7. The archons reading imposter au fanfic, I remember ei reading it and sobbing because she would never do something like that to the creator and zhongli says he would never kill reader because he’s worshipped them for years and why wouldn’t he recognize the creator???
8. Headcannons where The characters get isekaied into readers world. I remember reader walking into their office and finding the characters and thinking they’re cosplayers so the reader yells to their secretary thinking it’s a joke only for them to be real, I’m pretty sure scaramouche was in this one
9. The reader being isekaied into teyvat and thinking it’s a dream so they go to the dawn winery and gets drunk and accidentally cuts themselves to reveal gold blood, cue everyone freaking out and when diluc comes in for his shift the reader is sobbing asking why he hasn’t come home yet. Edit: Here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/hiraya-rawr/677068166680166400/diluc-drunk-creator-reader-creator-reader-waking?source=share
10. Headcannons where Reader likes to play glider chicken with them. They think their god is going to kill them only for them to pull out a glider last second and if the reader does it to much it becomes a tradition or something. Edit: I looked through their master list and I couldn’t find the name so here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/fandangotales/698541977190449152/i-have-a-request-for-the-500-follower-event-if?source=share
11. Venti sleeps with reader in their world and when reader is isekaied to teyvat. venti’s upset because the social standards are different and in teyvat if you sleep together that basically means you’re married so he’s upset because I think reader started flirting with the others? The last part is a little foggy but I remember venti being upset because he thought they were exclusive and reader is just like ‘wat?’
12. Reader being isekaied to teyvat and albedo keeping them at his house. They live with albedo and Klee and they only get discovered because they went out for a picnic or something and someone discovers reader and albedo is brought back and is to be punished but reader stops them from punishing them
13. Characters being isekaied to readers world and having nsfw thoughts about everyday items, this one is a little fuzzy so I can’t remember the details but one of them having nsfw thoughts about a spoon and thinking about readers saliva and other doing their laundry and wanking it over the washing machine. Edit: found this one! It’s Reverse isekai, Childe and Heizou in reader's home (MATURE CONTENT). By fandangotales!
14. Reader gets isekaied to teyvat with a gun and shows the characters how to use it
15. Sagau reader helps wanderer/kuni. It’s where reader goes out to his house to help him and at night when they’re in their futons he gets a boner and reader decides to help him in other ways
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alj0saray · 1 year
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Genshin men in heat
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ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Heat, Bad English, I don't really say if they are hybrids or anything else except Zhongli, He stays as a dragon!!, Overstimulation, Dom Characters, I call Childe a whore once lol (he is, fight with the wall), Public Sex, Breeding Kink, Save Thoma from Ayato, Gender Neutral Reader (no use of pronouns or body parts), A little bit of Choking on Ayato's, Many dumb jokes, Bites&Hickeys, Blood (once, on Zhongli part but it isn't a lot), Some are longer some shorter ops, Stomach Bulge, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Characters: Diluc Ragnvindr, Childe, Zhongli, Ayato Kamisato, Al Haitham, Kaveh
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⤠ Dacryphilia ⤟ Genshin Masterlist ⤠ Virgin Childe Propaganda ⤟
Thanks (or at fault) to @enden-k I had in my mind this whole thing due to us merely talking and being horny as per usual. I didn't plan to write for Al Haitham for a while, but... Yk, youn has this power of making me simp for characters like it's nothing (see also with zhongli lol). Also, this is so long when I wanted to be fast and easy to write...........
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Oh poor, poor Diluc. He tries so hard almost as his dick, to just not jump on you as soon as he sees you. His cheeks are red like his hair, gaze is everywhere except on you, hands shaking and he's breathing so loud. You have to basically beg him to just let go instead of trying to keep it down until he breaks and then he never lets you go; you are his sweet cute mate who he so desperately needs to breed, and his cock is always inside your hole and never leaving your side either, like you want to go to the bathroom? He's coming too. You will have to wait until he's asleep and, even then, get too far and somehow he's waking up and searching for you. And obviously, he's manhandling you back to the bad and showing who you belong you by making you so overstimulated you don't remember your own name.
Usually during sex Diluc is so sweet, so caring, and gentle with you but during heat he's following his instinct. He's fast, deep, moaning into your ear and so, so dirty; Diluc would constantly talk about how much you feel great, how he can't wait to fill you until you are full his cum is coming out, just how desperate he is for you. It's so nasty and unusual for him.
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At first, you couldn't even tell the difference with Childe, considering how he's horny 24/7 same. But it's how his voice is unusually higher, his breathing is louder and his whole body hotter that makes you realize. Ajax gets so whiny too, you almost feel bad for him if it weren't for him grinding his hips against your ass and moaning right into your ear like a whore to get you desperate as he is. That's it until he gets tired of it and just tears off your clothes and has his way with you, leaving you so sore, tired, and full that you can't even move anymore. Ajax likes to go out and has an almost perfect control of his heat, but that's if you aren't around, and if you are... He's into you in seconds, almost getting into you naked right in front of everyone. You make his heat insane and he wants to stay with you and in you all the time, and Ajax just wants to see you being so fuck out you can't even think straight.
But Ajax in heat is funny, most of the time he's at least able to contain himself unless you are around or touch him. It's actually pretty funny seeing him trying to do normal stuff with red cheeks and a boner, you are surprised he can focus on something else. It never lasts long though.
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Zhongli is a dragon, and dragon heats are intense. Like Diluc, you won't leave his side until his heat is over but won't try to hide it from you; he simply takes you over his shoulder and goes to the bedroom. And, until his heat is over, he's not letting go out of it for more than 5 minutes if he lets you go. His instinct is not only telling him to breed you but to also mark you up so that everyone would know that you are his and only his, after all, dragons are quite possessive with their treasure. For days you will have bites, hickeys, and even bruises from his hands all over your body, something that Zhongli is so proud of and would honestly get slightly annoyed if you cover it up. And during heat Zhongli won't be sweet and gentle as usual; he's so rough, slapping your ass until he sees a red print of his hand, bites you to the point where there is a bit of blood coming out, hickeys are so purple and big that there is no way to cover it up, so full of cum that your stomach is slightly bulging from it. Truly the most possessive of the bunch.
You don't get a moment to relax, to pause, with how Zhongli is manhandling you with different poses, saying how you can take it, as you did before. Just relax. Unless you say your safeword he won't stop and continue to stretch you until he deems it right, but his favorite position of his is obviously the mating press. He just loves watching your expression of pure pleasure and how you babble about the position, that your legs hurt, and how you can feel his dick too deep inside. Zhongli just smirks and kisses your temple so gently.
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During heat Ayato just becomes much worse in terms of teasing. You are going to beg for him to fuck you, not the way around; although it's particularly hard *insert dick joke for the 95th time* considering how desperate he is to just breed you. But he won't succumb to his need yet, not only you are too. Ayato would moan in your ear without shame, grind himself against you with his hard and already leaking dick, and get his clothes off of him because "it's so hot and he needs to breathe", stuff that makes your head spin and jumps on his lap. That's when he finally lets his lust fully control him and he devours you for hours, making sure you cream all over his cock over and over again until your head is empty and stare blank. Obviously, his teasing and sadism only get worse; Ayato will pinch your nipples until it hurts, call you names with a smirk on his face, slap your ass until it's red and sore, he might even choke you if you keep talking just to see your sweet and adorable face distorted in both pleasure and anxious.
While obviously you two have his room for the entire heat period, that doesn't mean Ayato will let it get dirty or anything. No. Of course, he calls Thoma to come in when you two are sleepy or taking a bath so that the room is at least livable. And of course, Thoma being there doesn't stop him from making you cum or having sex with you. He says it's not his fault since he's in heat! He just can't help himself!!
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Oohhh Al Haitham during heat it's funny (at first); he's trying so hard to not fully succumb and you are not helping. He hates with passion how all he can think about is how he wants to bend you over and fill you with his cum, no matter how hard (eheh) he is trying to work. Haitham just can't concentrate on anything at all especially if you are around, it's just his entire body and mind screaming that he has to breed you and he tries so hard to avoid you until you come to him, teary eyes and worry that he hates you or no longer likes you. And that's his breaking point, he can't take it anymore and just takes you whatever you are, even in the Akademiya. Once he starts he never stops until he's tired and almost collapses on top of your tired, full of bites and hickeys body. And even then his hips move slightly against yours, fucking his own cum deeper inside of you, while he mutters something about how much he hates being in heat but also how he can't stop, how it feels so good, and how much he loves fucking you until you are dumb.
The more it goes on, the more Haitham's rationality gets fully corrupted by lust and everything else stops existing for him unless it's you. You and your sweet, sweet body that he's so lucky you letting him use. And of course, as payment, he makes sure you cum time and time again with tears in your eyes until you are trying to get away from him. It's okay, he will simply force you to feel him even deeper or make you suck his dick for a while.
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As always Kaveh is the complete opposite of Al Haitham; he doesn't care about being in heat, but he also doesn't even try to hide it. He'll come to you right away, almost begging you to help him out and hugging you closer to his hotter body, already moaning into your ear, and tears already forming in his eyes. When you say yes Kaveh hums and gently kisses your cheek as a thank you, before getting on his knees and giving you oral until you are trembling and pulling his hair away from you. I like the idea of Kaveh being a pleasure dom and still putting your pleasure first even during the heat, you don't have to do anything because he feels so good just being inside of you. He's humping you like a rabbit until he cums and he relaxes for a while, kissing your face and holding you closer. Kaveh tries his best to not get you too tired or overstimulated, he feels bad since you agreed to help him out, but at the same time, you look so pretty with tears in your eyes, embarrassment clear in your face, and mouth open to just moan and scream his name he can't help himself but keep moving. He'll apologize with a smile and a laugh, saying how it's your fault since you look way too pretty.
God if he's whiny. Worse than Ajax even, everything you do makes him whine and moan even if it is simple; you caress his hair? Whines and shivers even, getting closer to you while he looks with those pretty eyes and red cheeks. Kaveh will hide his face into your neck while he cums, whining so prettily and loudly everyone can probably hear it (and if Haitham is around, he does it on purpose <3)
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shigarakisslutbag · 4 months
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So I have shigaraki brainrot. So bad LOL. And I'm a huge fucking simp so I would like to say some things about my (our) mans. Before I do tho y'all should know that my therapist made my love for shigaraki so much worse because I very briefly talked about him while we were talking about coping mechanisms for PTSD flashbacks (long story LOL)
ANYWAYS-
I know he's just a character, but this is Tumblr and if I wanna babble about nonsense then I think this is the place.
I want to talk first about how it still rubs me the wrong way sometimes when people make fun of his skin and "crusty-ness". I think a lot of people forget he has a skin disorder (excoriation disorder). Before AFO his mom put (what looked like to me) prescribed ointment and medications for his itching.
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I mention this because so many people act like he just... looks like that because of bad hygiene or something?? And it's not. He has a medical condition that he can't properly take care of because he doesn't *exactly* have the resources for that.
Speaking of hygiene, I see lots of people say that he probably smells (even in headcanons for fics), and while he probably doesn't have an entire hygeine routine, I'm sure he at least bathes because his hair is??? So fluffy?? LOL. Because I've had hair his length before (in the beginning of the manga/anime), and let me tell you, unless he's just that perfect (I mean he is, but not my point), he would have to wash at least semi frequently to keep his hair from getting oily and flat. And that man has FLUFF.
LIKE??!
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AND??
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His hair has a mind of it's own.
It does get flat/oily in later seasons, but he's outside a lot and most likely doesn't have anywhere to shower like he probably did in the beginning seasons.
My brother actually has issues with dry and itchy skin as well and one of the most common things he does to relieve the itch is to shower and moisturize, but no amount of proper hygiene is going to fix shigaraki's scarring.
I will admit I havent finished the recent seasons or am up to date with the manga, but I still stand by what I said. I feel like y'all are too harsh on this man's looks (especially before the "glow up"). Again, I know he's fictional, I just wanted to write about it because I'm bored and don't have much better to do lol. He's been my favorite character since highschool and I'm 21 now:'). I think I will defend him until I die tbh lol.
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thirstydiglett · 23 days
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@pinkished ITS HERE
Love is Poisonous
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Summary: Zoro has been in love with Sanji for a long time. When Sanji is poisoned in a fight and truly needs him, will it be enough for their love to come to fruition?
Pacing: After Water 7, before Thriller Bark
Pairings: Zosan!
Warnings: Near death of a major character, seizures, vomiting, other symptoms of poisoning, kissing
Word count: 3k (I am incapable of short stories lol)
Author’s Note: First time writing Zosan and I’m so fucking excited!! These two are just so perfect together. A small disclaimer: in the story Sanji is poisoned by death-stalker scorpion venom. I have taken extreme liberties with the symptoms. If you get stung by a death-stalker scorpion and you use this fic instead of going to a hospital you will probably die. So don’t do that. Thanks to pinkished for requesting, this was so much fun to write. Anyway, onto the story!!
“Luffy, you idiot! Be more careful!”
Zoro watched as his captain was knocked back, the blow he’d sustained catapulting him high into a nearby tree. But with a glance upward, Zoro caught the dark-haired man’s signature smile. Luffy was going to be fine.
“Sorry Zoro! Let me just get myself down from here…”
Zoro was not normally the type to worry when it came to battles with rival crews. But this group was tough. Tougher than Lucci and CP-0, even.
The Death-stalker Pirates. The captain had eaten the Death-stalker Scorpion Model Zoan Fruit, giving him the lower body and sharp pincers of a massive yellow scorpion. And his crew was as tough as he was.
A burly bearded man was taking on Franky and Robin in hand to hand (to hand to hand to hand) combat. A pair of twins with perfect balance was expertly dodging Usopp’s stars. Chopper had had to transform into his Monster Point form and was indiscriminately kicking the shit out of the lesser crew members. Over his shoulder Zoro caught a young woman with bright blonde hair and long, sharp nails challenging Nami. Sanji, of course, was simping over her in between fending off blows from the captain—
Oh shit. The captain.
Zoro never should have let his guard down. The captain’s long scorpion tail wrenched Zoro’s swords from his grasp before he even realized he was behind him, bending the steel as if it was foil.
“Shit! My swords!”
He turned for a split second to watch as his precious damaged swords were tossed far out of reach. But a split second was all it took. In a heartbeat, the scorpion captain’s tail was plunging through the air, drops of some sort of venom oozing from the tip.
There was no time to dodge.
“Marimo!” A sudden flash of black suit and golden hair, and Sanji was in front of him, shoving him out of the way. Zoro could only watch, as if in slow motion, as the venomous tail stabbed deeply into the cook’s leg.
Zoro tried to shout, but no words came out. He stood motionless, his heart racing, his stomach turning.
Please, no… Anyone but the cook.
He’d kept his feelings about the young man silent for a long time—since the East Blue, really. Talented, smart, loyal. Handsome. God, so handsome…
How the fuck do you tell someone you’re in love with him when he’s clearly straight, when he annoys the shit out of you just for fun, when you fight every other day? When you know your feelings won’t be returned?
You do it with your actions, Zoro had always supposed. So he defended the cook when the cook needed defending (not often), he ate every bite of every dish the man made, and on the best days he would simply stand in silence next to him, listening to the waves hit the ship and gazing out at the moon.
Would he ever be able to do that again?
In a flash, he was moving, wrenching the scorpion tail out of Sanji’s leg. Holding tight, he mustered every inch of his strength and flung the man hard into the trunk of a nearby tree. A sickening crrrack reverberated through the area as the captain’s back bent unnaturally. Hopefully that would keep him down for a while.
“You idiot cook! Why the fuck did you do that?” He shouted, putting Sanji’s arm around his shoulders to help him up even as he did so.
“Dunno…” Sanji managed. Already his speech was beginning to slur.
“Sanji!” Luffy had made it down from the tree. “What happened?”
Robin, leaving Franky to take over their fight, came running over. “This doesn’t look good. That’s some of the most poisonous venom in the world.”
Luffy swallowed, for once seeming uncertain. “So what do we do?”
“I think Chopper has some antivenom in the sick bay. But he can’t administer it like that…” she gestured to Chopper, who was 30 feet tall and in the process of stomping all over a couple of lackeys. “Someone else would have to do it.”
“I’ll do it,” Zoro grumbled, trying to sound annoyed instead of terrified. “The motherfucker bent my swords, I’m useless out here anyway.”
Luffy nodded, his mind made up. “Zoro… don’t let Sanji die, ok?”
Zoro smirked a bit despite himself. “I couldn’t if I tried. Someone has to keep this idiot alive.”
“YOU’RE A IDIOT, MARIO!” Sanji grunted.
“You mean Marimo?”
“Heh. You admitted you’re a marimo.”
Robin turned to Zoro, her expression serious. “You don’t have long. First, the neurotoxins will start affecting his thinking—he’s going to act like he’s drunk. In fact, he most likely won’t have any memory of anything after getting poisoned. Then he’ll start seizing, vomiting and coughing up blood. If he experiences paralysis in his feet, you’ll know you’ve got only minutes left before it kills him. Find the antivenom and use it fast.”
Zoro nodded. “Come on, love-cook. Let’s go save your stupid life.”
“YOUR life is stupid!”
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The pair hurried through the woods. Thankfully Sanji was still coherent enough to give directions back to the ship, because Zoro would have been totally lost otherwise.
“Turn lef’ at that boulder..” the cook, now on Zoro’s back, commanded. “This’s fun… ridin’ you like a horse…”
Zoro flushed at the sudden thought of Sanji atop him, riding him in a very different manner. “Shut up! Fucking dumbass… getting yourself poisoned…”
A moment of silence passed.
“Why’d you… why’d you do that anyway?” Zoro continued. “I could’ve handled it as well as you can.”
Sanji didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, he spoke.
“‘Cuz we need you.”
Zoro’s cheeks reddened, and it took everything in his power not to look back at the man on his back.
“Yeah, well—we need you too.”
“Awwwwww!!! Little baby mosshead needs me!” Sanji teased. And with that, he promptly vomited the entire contents of his lunch onto Zoro’s shoulder.
“Fucking disgusting, dude! What’s wrong with you?” Zoro nearly dropped Sanji in his attempt to take off his shirt, forcing the blond to lean against a tree for a moment as Zoro threw the shirt to the ground and revealed his muscular brown physique.
“‘M poisoned, remember?” slurred Sanji. “Think we go left here…”
“You are going to owe me so hard when you’re better,” Zoro growled, picking Sanji back up and taking the turn.
“Damn, your skin is so warm. I’m really cold allasudden so that’s nice…” Sanji continued to ramble. Glancing down at Sanji’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, Zoro felt his stomach turn. The chef was slowly turning blue.
“Jesus Christ, Curly, we gotta get you back. Are we close to the ship?”
“Almost there. Jus’ past the tree line up here,” Sanji murmured, but his voice was softer now, and his grip weaker.
“Just hold on, ok? You’re gonna be ok.” As the words escaped Zoro’s mouth, a spasm wracked Sanji’s body, causing the man to cry out in pain. Zoro held him tighter against his back, willing himself to move faster. Please, please, please…
And then, like an answer from God, they broke through the tree line to reveal the rocky coast and the Sunny moored only about 100 yards away.
With a burst of strength, Zoro sprinted for the ship, holding onto Sanji for dear life. They cleared the gangway in record time and made it to the sick bay, Zoro dropping Sanji on the bed to rummage frantically through Chopper’s cupboards.
“Hey, be gentle, dumbass!” Sanji said weakly, unable to put any real force behind the insult.
“You can argue with me when you’re better, how does that sound?” Zoro said distractedly, reading the names on the vials and jars. Lyfitol, Wormwood, Queensblood… nothing even resembling an antivenom so far.
Sanji seized again on the bed, coughing hard. “Marimo…”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.”
Zoro paused, his heart pounding in his ears. “What do you mean you’re sorry?”
“‘M sorry you hafta go to all this trouble cuz I did something stupid. I’m not worth it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You could find a way better chef than me if you knew where to look. And a better fighter. Looks like you’re gonna get that chance…”
“Sanji!”
Zoro turned to the bed and grabbed Sanji’s shoulders, leaning over him to look him directly in the eyes.
“We don’t want anyone else. We want you. Just…stay alive for me, ok? Even if you don’t think you’re worth it. I do, you fucking idiot. I need you to stay alive, cook. Even if you annoy the shit out of me sometimes.”
Sanji was silent, his unfocused eyes attempting to take Zoro in. Finally, he managed to whisper. “Heh. You like me.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Zoro returned to the cupboards. After another silent moment of rummaging, his hand brushed a vial containing a silvery liquid. Turning it to reveal the label, Zoro’s heart leaped. The print was clear as day.
All-purpose antivenom. To be injected diluted with water at a 2:1 ratio.
Fuck, more to do. He grabbed a needle quickly and ran to the sink, getting some fresh water. His hands shook as he measured the correct amounts in the first small container he could find. Fuck, too much water. Better try agai—
“Zoro.”
He turned his head, annoyed at the distraction. “What?”
“I can’t move my feet.”
Zoro’s blood ran cold. Robin’s words echoed in his head. If he experiences paralysis in his feet, you’ll know you’ve got only minutes left before it kills him.
“I’m gonna save you, Curly, ok? You’re gonna be fine.” His voice broke even as he tried to comfort his friend, and he could feel tears streaming down his cheeks. God, he couldn’t lose Sanji. Anyone but Sanji.
Finally, blessedly, he managed to figure out the ratio. Drawing it into the needle, he ran to Sanji’s side, grabbed his arm. Finding a vein was easy—they were bulging all over Sanji’s body as the venom pulsed through him.
Taking a deep breath, Zoro leaned down, brushed his hand against the cook’s paling face, squeezed his arm
And
Injected.
*****
After Sanji’s color had evened out and the seizing had stopped, Zoro found himself sitting on the bed. He was somehow unable to take his eyes off the man. Near death’s door less than ten minutes ago, now as rosy-cheeked and handsome as he ever was.
Sanji’s eyes were closed, his sweaty hair swept back from his face, but he was breathing steadily. Zoro wasn’t sure he was even conscious until the blond suddenly spoke.
“I embarrassed m’self in front of Nami-swan and Robin-chan, actin’ all stupid like this, didn’t I?”
Zoro snorted despite himself. “That’s what you’re worried about right now?”
“ ‘fcourse. My beautiful ladies needa see me as a proteccor. Not some kinda loser that gets poisoned an’ acts like a drunk moron.”
Zoro couldn’t help himself. Their usual casual animosity had boiled down into something entirely different in the last hour, and maybe…
He touched Sanji’s leg.
“You’re not a moron, curly. No one on the crew thinks you’re a moron.”
“‘Cept you.”
Zoro swallowed. “Nah. I’m no exception.”
Sanji opened one eye, appraising the situation. “What the hell do you think of me then?”
Zoro looked away, removing his hand. Why was it suddenly so hard to speak? “I told you, cook. We need you.”
A long silence floated pregnant in the air.
Finally, Sanji was the one to break it. “If I get married ta Nami I think it’ll be unner those tangerine trees on ‘er home island.” The chef smiled at the thought, closing his eyes. “Errything’ll be so expensive, bes’ of the best, jus’ how Nami-swan likes it…”
Zoro had no response. Sanji’s intellect was obviously still dulled from the poison, but why the fuck had he suddenly started talking about weddings?
“An’ if I get married ta Robin-chan, we’ll hold tha reception inna library, an’ all the guests’ll get books as wedding favors, an’ I’ll serve a hunned million types of sandwiches cuz that’s ‘er favorite…”
“Yeah, dream on,” Zoro managed, attempting to sound aloof, like he wasn’t bothered by the thought of the man he loved at the altar with someone else.
“But that’s never gonna happen.” Sanji suddenly propped himself up to look Zoro dead in the eyes. Zoro had the distinct impression of having been dipped in something very warm, feeling it drip over his body and seep into his bones.
“I’m gonna marry you.”
The earth stopped turning.
Zoro looked away to hide his reddening face, but he was aware of the chef’s serene smile boring into his being.
“Gods, cook, that poison did a fuckin’ number on you.”
“No.” So confident, so sure of himself. “Gonna kill ten different sea kings for a buffet jus’ cuz you like it. You wear a black tux, I’ll wear a white one. An’ we’ll exchange rings on the tip of your sword.”
Zoro turned back to meet Sanji’s gaze. “You’ve really thought about this?”
“ ‘f course. Isn’t that what you do when yer in love with someone?”
Zoro’s heart was pounding mercilessly in his ears again, his skin was flushing, his stomach flipping like an acrobat. And the chef was leaning closer, and Zoro should have stopped him but he wasn’t, and their gazes met like fire and water.
“You’re… you’re really in love with me?” Zoro breathed.
A small smile, and Sanji closed the distance between them.
The kiss was soft, gentle, but as unyielding as Sanji ever was. He brought his hand to Zoro’s cheek as their lips touched, the other snaking around to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck. Zoro was amazed by the sheer confidence in it, as if Sanji had been waiting an awfully long time to do this, as if every fight between them was just an overture to this moment.
And he knew it was wrong. He knew Sanji wasn’t in his right mind, knew the effects of the poison were far from wearing off. Knew he should pull away.
He couldn’t.
Finally, Sanji broke the kiss, his grey-blue eyes piercing into Zoro’s as he pulled away. “I gotta sleep.”
“….You just kissed me and that’s what you have to say?”
“Sleep with me, marimo.” That confidence again, that soft smile.
“Look, love-cook, that was…nice (amazing incredible otherworldly heavenly perfect), but you’re not even gonna remember this tomorrow. I’m not gonna fuck you when you’re like this.”
“Then just cuddle with me?”
Zoro should have said no.
But he always did make one hell of a big spoon.
*****
The morning sunlight, fresh and crisp, shone in Zoro’s eyes. He blinked for a moment, deliciously warm and comfortable, before he noticed it. The smell of good tobacco. The warmth of another body pressed close to his own. The blond hair tickling his face.
The events from the previous night came flooding back into his mind all at once. The poison, the antivenom, the talk about marriage, the…
The kiss.
“Mmm… Nami-swan, you’re so big and strong…” The cook, still snuggled closely into Zoro’s arms, was murmuring. Then he turned his head to look back.
“MARIMO!”
Zoro was shoved unceremoniously out of bed and hit the floor with a thud. Above him, Sanji had sat up and was regarding him with a mixture of confusion and disgust.
“What kind of freak are you, sleeping in my bed with me? Who—wait, why are we in the sick bay?”
“Christ dude, don’t be such an asshole! I saved your life yesterday, after all!”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” There was no spark of recognition in Sanji’s eyes, and Zoro could feel the disappointment washing over him. He really didn’t remember…
“SANJIIIIII!”
A voice from outside the door, and suddenly Luffy burst in, all but throwing himself onto the bed beside Sanji and flinging his arms around him.
“Sanji, we thought you were gonna die!”
“Ok, seriously. What the fuck is everyone talking about.” Sanji’s voice was serious but still confused.
“You really don’t remember anything, do you, cook?” Zoro asked, still rubbing his shoulder from where he’d hit the floor.
The rest of the Straw Hats poured into the room, each of them eager to tell Sanji about the battle, the venom, the way Zoro had saved his life. Sanji sat in silence and listened to everyone in turn, amazed that such a significant event had occurred. One that he had no memory of whatsoever.
Finally, he climbed out of bed. “Let me make you all breakfast then, as thanks for keeping me alive. I’ll meet you all in the kitchen in five minutes. How do omelets sound?”
“Yahoooooo!” Luffy cheered, leading the crew out of the sick bay and leaving Sanji and Zoro alone together again.
Sanji turned to face him, and Zoro prepared for a fight. After all, they’d woken up in a bed together—Sanji was doubtless going to be furious now that he was sober.
But instead, the man did something that took Zoro by surprise. Closing the distance between them, Sanji suddenly pulled him into a brief but heartfelt embrace.
When he pulled away, both of their faces were red.
“Thanks, Zoro. For saving my life.”
Zoro opened his mouth, but no words came out.
As the chef turned away and headed to the kitchen, Zoro stared after him. Maybe, after all this time, maybe there was a chance.
He moved to follow his nakama, and as he did so his foot brushed something on the floor. The vial of antivenom, empty and discarded. Not knowing exactly why, Zoro picked it up. On the back of the peeling-off label, the side effects were listed. One sentence in particular caught his eye.
Patients will lose their memory of the events that happened after their poisoning, but may recall them weeks or months after the event.
Please, Zoro thought as he left the sick bay, headed for the best omelets on the Grand Line.
Please.
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seelestia · 11 months
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If you really want to write something for me (crab 🦀) then how about some Kaveh fluff because he is way to relatable right now, especially in my current situation (doesn’t have to be though, I didn’t expect you to want to write something for me so get a bit creative with it lol) 🦀 🦀 🦀
— 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 & 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.
SUMMARY. when you offer a friend a suggestion on how to increase his efficiency, you don't expect your intimacy for him would also increase alongside it. (he doesn't expect it too.) (1.5k+ words)
CHARACTERS. kaveh + GN!reader.
GENRE. fluff, angst with comfort, friends to ??? (when ur friend starts looking a lil too good for some reason...).
CW. references to kaveh's backstory, implications of crying and stress (kaveh our beloved <//3), reader wears reading glasses (cool stuff) and rambles abt naps.
THOUGHTS. ik all kaveh simps and kinnies want to give him a hug, so here you go! i cherish him vv much. to 🦀 anon, let's just treat this as like your commissioning me in a way (i hope this ficlet is alright?? i'm rusty hhhhh) ♡
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"Ughhhhhh."
So, the rumors amongst the people of the Akademiya are true, after all; that there can never be a silence that lasts too long when a certain man with blond hair is present.
"Gahhhhhh."
For someone who is still at the prime of his life, KAVEH sure looks like he has already aged a hundred years in the span of a single night. But according to the people at the Akademiya, this occurrence is nothing out of the ordinary and as someone who has known him for years, you can absolutely concur with them.
With a hand on his temple and a heavy sigh that weighs a thousand troubles, there is no other way for the blond male to express his frustration besides verbal means — and to that, too, you are a witness sitting across from him on the table.
Guess that's just the price you have to pay for agreeing to help him when he begged you yesterday. According to him, your "job description" is just to stop him from dozing off because a deadline from a client of his is nearing way too quickly for his liking.
Thus, here you are — watching him do his work while you do your own work on a table at his place (or more precisely, his room in Alhaitham's place but you don't want Kaveh to fly into a fit of rage).
"My head hurts," Kaveh groans.
"Because you've stared at that blueprint for hours now," you answer.
"My back hurts too," he complains again.
"Because you haven't changed your position ever since we started sitting," you retort again.
If anyone were to ask for some sort of proof about the frequency of Kaveh's grumbles, the fact that you could respond so naturally and quickly while barely taking your gaze off the documents spread out in front of you, as if you've done this so many times before (which you have), would have sufficed.
"[Y/N]," Kaveh calls your name in a dramatic whine, "You're supposed to sympathize with me...!" But you don't find the need to look up from your paper when you can almost feel the pout forming on his lips already.
It isn't as if you don't want to empathize with him, but that sight of his pout happens to be quite adorable — does it count as being mean if you want him to keep it on for a bit longer? Ha, what a strange feeling.
"Then, why don't you take a nap?" you give him a suggestion as you look up to spare your colleague a glance, "I'll wake you up in about 20 minutes or so."
That look of hesitance on Kaveh's face makes you raise an eyebrow. "Sounds tempting, but are you sure doing that wouldn't waste more time instead of saving it?" the man tilts his head questioningly with a frown as if he is unsure of the right answer himself.
"Idiot," you blurt out.
Thank goodness the circumference of the table isn't wide enough to interrupt your movements as you put down your reading glasses and reach out to pull on Kaveh's cheek gently. He, as the one on the receiving end, doesn't think the gesture is as gentle as it looks though.
"Hey! Ouch, ouch—" Kaveh cries out a little yelp that is a perfect representation of his surprise. "Let me ask you this," you release his cheek from your grasp and he expresses gratitude to the Dendro Archon like never before while you continue, "Why do you think you've been staring at that blueprint without being able to function properly?"
"Uh, umm," he stammers, "...Because I feel tired, maybe?" Again, he sounds unsure of himself but that is most likely because you've shaken off half of his brain cells by pinching his cheek just now. Fortunately, judging by that satisfied expression on your face, he seems to have gotten it right.
"Good," you nod approvingly, "Naps have been proven to provide relaxation, reduce fatigue, and increase alertness. The most optimal time for adults is between 10 to 20 minutes."
Kaveh listens to you intently, but that dumbfounded look he has on almost says otherwise. Noticing this, you decide to feign an aura of seriousness as you add, "I was being generous when I offered to wake you up after 20 minutes, by the way. I could've set it to 10 minutes instead."
"You're ruthless," he gapes.
"So, are you going to take a nap or not?" you stifle a giggle.
"Seems like that's the best option I have right now," your dear friend can only shrug his shoulders defeatedly. In order to prepare for his nap, Kaveh sets aside the blueprint he has previously spent hours working on and neatly folds his arms on top of the table.
"Sleeping on a desk isn't very comfy but it'll do," he heaves out an exhausted sigh. Not even one second into placing his head atop his folded arms, he is already missing the softness of his bed back at home — but he can't really complain, so he closes his eyes in silence despite the slight discomfort.
You observe, picking up the disgruntled noises Kaveh makes as he shifts around to find the right position to lay his head. This quiet moment where your banters with him finally die down is when you can truly see the burdens weighing upon his shoulders and your gaze can't help but soften.
Despite how empathetic he appears or how his dramatic antics always elicit a laugh out of others, you know Kaveh really has been through a lot — and you wonder if you didn't suggest he take a nap, would he have neglected his health to do more in a state of low efficiency? Does he often allow himself some time to rest like this?
"You're really tired, aren't you?" your voice lowers into a soft murmur.
"...Yeah," his answer comes out quieter than your question.
"Deadlines are killing me. I know it's meant to help me be organized and all," you see how he opens his eyes to glance at the blueprint mere inches away from his face, "But right now, it's putting more pressure on me than anything."
Kaveh exhales another drained sigh, "And I still have my debts to worry about too. God, when will this all end..." His voice eventually trails off into an evident crack like he is about to choke, "So many things at once, I feel like it's all crashing on me..."
Your heart clenches. He's about to cry, you note.
"Hey," you speak tenderly. "Don't frown so hard, it'll make your head hurt more," you extend your hand to rub soothingly at the deepening frown on his forehead with your thumb. "Oh, s-sorry," his lips try their best not to tremble when he lets that apology slip, but you're not here to scold him.
"Even if it all comes crashing down on you, you'll be able to push them all off eventually, right? One at a time," you say as you rub a few more circles on his forehead to soothe his headache. You're not certain on how he'd receive your words, so you purse your lips with a tinge of reluctance, "Even now, you're still working on it, aren't you? Don't beat yourself up for not reaching your goal when you're still in the process. That's not fair to yourself."
There is a moment of silence before you hear a series of sniffles. "Curses..." he mumbles with a pathetic chuckle, "Look at me, putting this all on you when I'm supposed to be taking a nap." Just as you're about to shake your head in denial, Kaveh's eyes flicker to meet yours — and you're momentarily stunned by how they look.
Mesmerizing irises in the color of red stare back at you; they're glassy as if a single touch would make them ripple and a dam of tears will burst from it, yet filled with unspoken gratefulness.
"And... thanks for saying that," he smiles, "It's been a while since people actually took my problems seriously, s-so um, shoot—" Darn it, his tongue just has to mess up at the worst timing! Kaveh picks himself back up with a small cough, "Uh, anyway, what I was about to say is that it means a lot to me... So, thank you."
He peers at you worriedly after finishing his words, concerned that you'll laugh at him instead. But rather than a laugh, he is met with the softest smile and Kaveh swears— he swears that his heart has never thumped this hard before. Never ever.
"I'm glad," you say and suddenly, he feels oddly exposed underneath your gaze. He has always been more used to your sterner yet caring side; so, this gentleness of yours is sending inexplicable warmth rushing through his veins.
Oh no.
How is he supposed to sleep now?
Then, comes the sensation of something in his hair and Kaveh winces before registering the fact that it's actually your fingers that are combing through his hair. The shock easily fades into relaxation and he lets out a sigh of contentment, "That feels nice."
"Should I stop?" you ask.
"N-no," his hand grabs onto your wrist almost desperately as if keeping it in place. "Keep going... please," Kaveh utters the last word so meekly you almost mistake it for a whisper.
You smile to yourself.
"Sleep well, Kav."
Perhaps, you uttered those words with more love and newfound affection for him than you realize.
And maybe he, too, realizes the same.
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yoongihan · 1 year
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I Adore You - HJS - OneShot
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pairing: han x fem character
genre: fluff, a bit smutty, f2l, a little angst
rating: M (a light M)
word count: ~4.2k
warnings: some negative self-talk, heavy making out, mention of genitalia (LOL), finger action (not that kind), kissing and more kissing, some language, an inappropriate amount of jisung admiration (i don’t think i’ve missed anything, let me know if i have).
a/n: honestly? I just needed to write this out. I needed to somehow purge myself of jisung feelings (which i don’t think worked). so it’s super fluffy, a little smutty, and a lot escapism. thank you to @jl-micasea-fics​ for hyping me up, to @hannahbee12719​ & @seokjinger-ale​ for always giving me love, and to @candlewaxandp0lar0ids​ for all the convos we have where we just gush about han jisung and the amazing human that he is. 
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You always know.
That’s actually a lie. There were times when Jisung was a total expert at hiding how he really felt. Or maybe you were just dense. Whatever the combination, on occasion, your friend could sometimes hide whatever he was going through.
Tonight is not one of those nights.
Hey.
What’s wrong?
You could almost hear his sigh through the text.
She canceled.
I’ll be over in 20.
It turns out to be more like a half hour, and when you knock on the door of the apartment he shares with Jeongin and Hyunjin, it’s the latter who answers. You smile sheepishly at him.
“You bought him a whole cheesecake?” he asks, stepping back to let you in.
“The individual slice options didn’t look as good,” you explain, a little shamefully. “A pint of ice cream doesn’t work for him.”
Hyunjin just sighs and then smiles at you. “Simp.”
You glare at him. “You’re lucky my hands are full.” You start toward the hallway that leads to each of their bedrooms.
“Or what?” he taunts.
You sniff. “Be grateful you’ll never know.” You knock on Jisung’s door with your elbow as well as you can.
“I’m just shaking in my shoes,” Hyunjin shoots back before lifting his hand in a farewell. “You can crash in my room if you stay overnight. I won’t be back.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you laugh before he disappears through the door.
“Jisung?” you call through the door when you don’t hear anything. “It’s me.”
You hear his shuffling gait before the door opens. He has his absurdly large headphones around his neck, and he’s decked out in grey sweatpants and a ragged white t-shirt. His hair (a deep rose color) is fluffy, probably from him running his hands through it too much in frustration. He gives you a quick glance then looks at the cake box you’re holding and his eyes go wide.
“Did I sound that bad?”
Now you’re really embarrassed.
“Um, well, like I told Jinnie, the individual slice options didn’t look so great.” You hold it out to him. “Please take it.”
He fits the box on his side, arm wrapped around it securely, before meeting your gaze again. He does look a bit worn around the eyes and mouth. “What’s in the bag?”
“Fried chicken?”
There’s a slight uplift of one corner of his lips that betrays him wanting to smile. “Come in.”
“Because of the chicken? That’s why I’m granted entry?” You walk in, glancing around. You’ve been in his bedroom a few times, but usually, you both hung out in the living room, where the astronomically large television is, along with a collection of game consoles.
His room is messy always, though it looks like he tried to clean up. All the clothes normally draped over furniture are now in one pile by the closet.
“What?” he prompts when you don’t immediately sit somewhere.
“You picked up?”
He shrugs before setting the cake box on top of his dresser and reaching over to relieve you of the chicken (also setting it on the dresser). He plops down on the edge of his bed.
“I got ready really early, so I started cleaning.” He looks down at his hands. “I was excited.”
You swallow and sit down next to him, a little tentative because, despite two years of friendship, it’s still you and him on a bed together. In as platonic a light as he sees you, you will always be hyper-aware that your thoughts about him are not always…friendly.
“It was a second date?” You know of course that it is. You can’t not remember that he’s dating, seeing people, probably charming others like he charms you.
“Yeah. But I mean, we messaged between the first and the second and I thought it was all good, right?” He pulls out his phone to show you something. He has Instagram open which already makes you feel a bit ill.
Please don’t let this go where you think it’s going.
“She texted right before I was gonna leave and said something came up.” He opens a profile that isn’t familiar to you.
Photo posted an hour ago.
Damn, she is really pretty. As is the guy she’s leaning against and laughing with.
“Ji…”
“I can’t compete with that.” He pulls the phone away from your gaze and stares at it. “I know I shouldn’t care. It wasn’t like I was in love or anything, but you know…it felt possible.” He glances up at you, his brown eyes rivaling a puppy’s. “And sure, you know, maybe they’re just friends, but then when I asked if there’s another night we could go out…” He shows you his messages.
Left on read.
“I’m so dumb,” he concludes, falling back on the bed, letting his phone bounce to the floor. You wince at the possibility of a cracked phone screen, but you don’t look away from him. He fiddles with the headphones so they aren’t digging into his neck.
“You’re not dumb.”
He raises his head to meet your eyes and lifts one eyebrow. “Sure?”
You move up a bit so he’s not so far away. You settle on your knees, hands on your thighs in an effort not to immediately offer physical affection to soothe.
Even though you both totally use that love language. You’re afraid that your intentions won’t be pure. It’s why you’ve only side-hugged him once your feelings could no longer be denied (by you).
“It’s okay to feel bummed about it.”
He drops his head back to the mattress, closing his eyes.
“Or spiral about it.”
His eyes shut tighter.
It pricks at your heart. This is about more than just a date.
He presses his lips together as though trying to get himself together.
You can’t help it and grasp his hand in yours, squeezing like that will fix everything.
“I don’t look like him, like that.” he whispers. “You think I’d be used to it. I’m best friends with Hyunjin-hyung and Jeongin. Like their handsomeness is so bright, I know I try to make sure I’m seen by being too loud and obnoxious.” He groans in frustration. “I hate that I know all of this, and I still do it.”
Jisung doesn’t often let you in like this. He prefers being the encourager; the one to make everyone laugh, to bring up the mood. When he has his down moments, he usually just retreats to watch videos on youtube or listen to music on his own.
“You’re not too loud. Or obnoxious.”
He snorts, eyes opening, but staring at the ceiling. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”
“I mean, we all have our times of being too whatever, you know.” You scoot closer, willing your mouth to say the right things, the comforting things. “You’re not only those things.”
He says your name; a protest beginning. You squeeze his hand harder to stop him.
“And you’re so handsome, Ji.”
Another scoff. “Please, I’m like maybe a five. When I try.” There’s a pause. “Ow!”
You realize maybe you’re holding his fingers a bit too tight. You let go immediately.
“Sorry.”
“I’m sorry. I’m just–”
“Your lips.” It just comes out of you. No preplanning or anything. You refuse to hear him speak badly of himself. He has to know how beautiful he is.
He raises up on his elbows at your words. “What?”
“Your lips. They’re pretty.” Your heart beats like someone playing drums for a punk rock song, but you can’t stop. “The shape is just, so eye-catching.”
He stares at you, said lips parted in shock.
“And your eyes. They’re so big and soft when you don’t even realize it. They show everything you’re feeling and I love that about you. They’re even stunning when you’re sad and I hate when you’re sad. You’ve got those adorable cheeks that should make you just cute, but the line of your jaw is so sharp. Completely handsome. And I know you think you’re skinny, but you’re not. You got nice muscles. Toned, but not too much. And your hips are slim and–” You nearly catch yourself revealing too much about how you feel about his hips. “Um, yeah, you just…you’re definitely a ten.”
Oh my god, you just said all that.
“Whoa.”
You don’t see his expression because you are examining your hands as though your life depended on it. You’re banking on the fact that although Jisung can be really insightful (one of the things you really love about him), he’s also oblivious.
At least in regards to how you might feel about him.
“Thanks.”
Your head shoots up at that and he’s looking at you with his brow furrowed, like he doesn’t believe you, but appreciates it. His smile is soft, a little self-conscious.
Still really oblivious. Thank all the deities.
“I mean it.” You swallow because your throat is all of sudden really dry. “You’re welcome.”
It’s dead silent for what feels like two hours (it’s probably only a couple seconds).
“Wanna watch a movie?”
You find out that Jeongin is also out for the night, something with his family. Which means the living room is free to indulge in Jisung’s comfort movie.
“Do you know how many times you’ve watched this?”
He looks away from the screen, where Howl is panicking about being ugly, with his mouth open because he’s about to take another bite of cheesecake.  
“Do I hear judgment?”
You grin because if he’s responding like that, he’s feeling a lot better. He snorts without waiting for an actual answer and goes back to watching the movie, the cheesecake bite now eaten.
The chicken is in the refrigerator since he decided he only wanted the cheesecake. You have a piece in front of you, but you’re just picking at it. Though he might not have picked up on any weirdness, you are definitely feeling the repercussions of your earlier monologue.
You’ve never said those things out loud before, keeping all your reflections about how attractive Jisung is inside your head. Your BFF knows you have a crush, but you don’t wax poetic about Jisung’s hips to her. Even if sometimes you want to.
To have those words out there, in the universe, makes them real. It’s as if you can see the words, in form resting on those particular aspects of Jisung.
That has to be why you keep staring at his lips instead of watching the movie (you’ve probably seen it half the amount of times he has).
He catches you. You think that he’s totally focused on the movie so you steal another look only to find his eyes on you.
You feel your face immediately heat.
“Um…”
He has that furrowed expression on his face again; concentrating and trying to decipher as though you aren’t the most obvious person on the planet (it sure feels like it).
“Something on my face?”
You’re saved. Because yes, there is. Several cheesecake crumbs cling to his lower lip and the left corner.
You nod and gesture to his mouth. He rolls his eyes (like it’s your fault he’s a mess) and broadly wipes across his mouth. You’re about to sigh with relief but when he turns back to the movie, task complete, you realize he’s missed a few.
So, in a mix of annoyance and faltering arousal, you reach out and swipe the errant morsels from his lip.
“Fuck.” It’s completely involuntary, the exhalation. It’s barely a second that it takes you, but your thumb touching that softness is a massive error in judgment on your part.
You might not function properly ever again.
You register then that Jisung has turned, ever slightly toward you (a very acceptable response to someone touching you), and is currently frozen, eyes locked onto yours.
Also, you haven’t removed your wayward thumb yet.
“Fuck.” This time it’s a shameful, frustrated expletive and you pull away like you’ve touched an exposed wire and the electric shock is so strong that you can feel it vibrate deep in your chest. “I’m sorry.” You cover your hand with the other, shoving both on your lap.
You know the movie is still playing, but you honestly can’t hear it. It feels like it’s quiet enough that your heart pounding is the only sound in the room.
He hasn’t said anything so you risk looking away from the movie you aren’t comprehending to him.
He might be a statue.
“Jisung?”
He blinks twice before tucking his lip between his teeth. As he releases, a hint of pink flashes when his tongue licks right where you touched.
You need to get out of there before you absolutely explode into lustful shards.
“I’m gonna go.”
Before you can even shift your weight to stand, his hand encircles your wrist.
Calcifer is definitely saying something in the background, but neither of you seems to remember there is a movie playing.
You can’t tell what he’s thinking. It’s not that his face is blank but open, and maybe a little trepidatious. He tugs your imprisoned hand from its safe spot on your lap, and though it’s not in slow motion, it takes forever for him to return your fingers to his lips.
You can feel your eyes nearly bug out when the pads of your fingers graze the soft skin again.
He doesn’t let go of your hand, and you could easily pull away if you wanted to, but waits. You’re waiting as though for some stage cue that terrifies both of you.
As though it has a mind of its own, your middle finger draws along the bottom curve of his lip. You open your mouth to apologize (maybe somehow blame your hand…perhaps it’s possessed?), but his eyelashes flutter and lips part.
You can hear his breathing. You can feel the air rush across the tips of your fingers.
There’s not a lot of thinking going on anymore. A little more in control of your own digits (maybe), you continue the path of your finger, following the supple edge to the corner.
His hand slips from your wrist to your arm, his thumb rubbing the thin skin on the inside of your forearm.
Swallowing hard, you trace his upper lip, the incline more steep and sharp, but the texture still softer than candy floss.
A thought pings through your head, wondering if he tastes as sweet as the confection.
“Pretty,” you murmur as your finger dips along the middle. You weren’t exaggerating when you diatribed about his mouth earlier. It was and is a stunning piece of art.
Greedy, you brush the entirety of his top lip, no longer content just to trace the edge. You want, need, to fill in the rest as you memorize every second of this; creating a mental painting of just his mouth.
The tickling sensation surprises you, as does the wet before you realize you’ve touched his tongue.
Or, more accurately, his tongue touched you.
Your eyes dart to his. You know that he hears the hitch in your breathing. He has to. Everything is so loud.
His hand slides back up to your wrist to urge your finger in, to slide along his teeth and tongue. He curves his finger around your index finger, to move it along the same journey. Every nerve ending lights up and his lips tighten to suck.
You shudder so hard, his name slipping out in a rushed exhale. There is some sort of squeaking sound expelled from your lips when he drags his teeth against the pads of your two fingers.
To your disappointment, he removes them from his mouth. His eyes drop from your stare to your other hand, squeezed in a fist on your thigh. He carefully flips it, palm up, and draws back each one of your fingers until your hand is open as though in supplication.
Still gentle, he pulls that hand to his mouth, pursing those lips to press a light kiss in the middle of your palm before glancing back at you.
It’s that waiting again. The cue, the prompt of what you’re supposed to do next.
He pulls on both hands that he’s captured, a beckoning to come closer. It’s a siren call and your body answers it before your brain can catch up. It’s a little awkward because you aren’t sure how close to get, even when he lets go of one hand to guide your leg to outside his hip; causing you to do the same on the other side.
Oh fuck, you’re straddling him. You’re kneeling, his hips (those stupid, gorgeous, sexy narrow hips) flush with the inside of your knees.
He’s looking up at you (without shoes you’re both around the same height, so this is new); those doe eyes, warm brown color, staring up at you.
He’s still holding your other hand, leaving your free hand to find the collar of his t-shirt, already off-center from the positions you’re both in, exposing more of his neck and shoulder. You touch the start of his collarbone, tracing it much like you’d done with his mouth.
You hear your name, a whisper and his hand tightens on your leg before moving up to your hip, his fingers pushing and pressing as if you might slip away from his grip.
“You’re so beautiful, Ji.” You can’t believe you can form a coherent sentence, but it needs to be said. He might feel better about the whole canceled date, but you can’t forget that lost expression on his beautiful face. How he’d spoken about himself.
You tug your hand out of his, and before you settle it against his cheek, he clutches your thigh, squeezing just enough to make you jolt.
“Sorry,” he mutters but doesn’t let go.
“‘t tickles.”
Something flashes in his eyes. You recognize it; mischief. But it’s gone before you can worry about it (or what it might mean).
He nuzzles into your hand, his lips back on your skin. He pulls you closer, his fingers skittering along your lower back, slipping under the fabric.
Your whole body vibrates like a tapped tuning fork.
“Are you cold?” he asks, noticing how you shiver. His hand runs up your back, warm. “You don’t feel cold.”
You shake your head, unable to speak. His fingers trip over your bra, and pause on the hook clasp. You watch his eyes drop from your face to your chest (you’re wearing a t-shirt than does next to nothing for you; a deliberate attempt to not try and be caught out) and his lips part again.
You mean to ask a complete question, but all that comes out is, “Kiss?”
His eyes are back on yours, then your mouth. He nods, perhaps a little frantically, before pressing those lips against yours.
It takes a second. Maybe more than that. To go from just pressure to actual kissing. After cataloging that softness, you feel his fingers dig into your back. It causes you to slide closer, to move your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck, to open your mouth.
He groans when your tongues meet, a rumbling in his chest that you can feel because you’re pressed so close. You knew he’d be a good kisser because he’s equal parts sweetheart and sex, the movement of his tongue with yours creating all manner of tension in your body. So you push down, seeking something, anything that will relieve that tension.
“Fuck,” he whines against your mouth, holding you in place.
So you just grinded on your friend’s dick. That just happened.
“I…”
“I swear, if you say you’re sorry, I might murder you,” he bites out before raising his eyes to yours. “Shit, you feel really good.” He glances down at his erection. “Obviously.”
You haven’t moved a muscle since you felt him against your core.
He breathes through his nose before continuing. “What are we doing?”
You give a small shrug and he shakes his head.
“Nope, you tell me because I’m really close to fucking you and I don’t usually do that with friends, so tell me what we’re doing.” His voice it pitched a little high as though he’s straining.
Well, you know he’s definitely tense.
“Please.”
It’s the ‘please’ that prompts you into speaking. That with the big eyes, now heated and dark, but still worried; still doubtful.
You shift because you haven’t moved in what feels like hours and it’s just enough to make him groan, his forehead falling to your collarbone.
You haven’t felt like this during a makeout since high school. And even then, it didn’t compare.
“Jisung,” you begin, not really sure what is going to come out of your mouth. “I like you.”
Maybe direct is the best approach.
When he doesn’t move, you think maybe direct is a terrible approach.
But his hands are still clinging to you and you can feel his breath against your t-shirt.
“Ji?”
“I spent months telling myself that you weren’t a possibility. That I couldn’t go there because being friends with you was just so easy.” He lifts his head to gift you with a small smile. “Months because you were…are hot.”
Are you breathing? You don’t think you’re breathing anymore.
“And like, really nice, which is probably the most pathetic compliment, but honestly, it’s the best thing about you. You’re exceptionally nice. You put up with so much from the whole group, from me…” he closes his eyes. “You bring me a whole fucking cheesecake.”
When he opens his eyes, you’re pretty sure he see how embarrassed you are.
“You like me. After I throw myself my own pity party–”
“Hence the cake,” you add in quickly.
He rolls his eyes. “And you’re funny.” He leans up to kiss your chin. “You smell good too.” He moves up to meet your lips again. “Taste good.” His hand creeps from your hip to your ass and he squeezes. “Feel good.” The last words are barely audible and you feel them more than hear them because his mouth doesn’t leave yours.
You can’t stop moving now, the instinctual need to be close and only touch taking over your very exhausted brain and heart. When you feel the couch under you, you break away and look to see Jisung hovering over you, one hand on the cushion next to your head and the other sneaking up and under the front of your shirt.
“Wanna stop?” he asks, his fingers paused on your stomach.
“Not really, but also…” You need a moment to just process that this is happening. “I hate to be this person, but, what happens after?”
He tilts his head to the side, seeming to think.
“I can’t not have you in my life, Ji. It’d be so boring.”
He grins so fast, like he can’t help it. “Yeah, it would.” He settles down on top of you, resting on his elbows and forearms. Your eyes close at his weight, the pressure and insistence.
He feels so good.
“Hey,” he whispers, making you open your eyes. He’s just inches away. “I like you, too. In case I wasn’t clear.”
“It’s still nice to hear it.”
He nods, expression more thoughtful as he traces his finger along your eyebrows, then your nose. “It’s kinda up to you, you know? Like we can go about this in a more traditional way: date, makeout, then have sex. Or makeout, have sex, then date…have more sex.” He smiles at you when you roll your eyes. “Makeout, date, sex. Then more sex and dates. I mean, I’m up for all of it.”
He emphasizes the last remark with a roll of his hips and you both shudder.
“You’re so—”
“Yes?” he drops down just enough to brush his lips against yours. “I’m so?”
You sigh before running your hands through his hair, so it’s out of his eyes.
“So you.”
He pouts for a second before he looks fond.
“So yours.” He takes a deep breath. “If you’ll have me.”
You lift up to kiss him, arms around his neck to pull him back down with you. He hums as though content, one hand going back to under your shirt.
“So that’s a yes?” he teases against your neck, in between kisses and love-bites. You’re squirming, feeling incredibly warm in your clothes.
“Yes to what?”
He laughs, rubbing his face deeper into the crook of your neck. “Dating. You and me. Making out. You and me. Sex. You and me.”
You pause in dragging his shirt up his back. “Yes.”
“Sex now? Date later?”
You laugh at the eagerness in his question, removing his shirt as he sits up to help you out. You aren’t given much time to admire all the skin in your vision, the definition he has despite complaining about exercise. He falls back on top of you, kissing you as though you might disappear.
“How much later?” you ask as your hands take their fill of the smoothness of his skin, mapping the rises and falls of his back, lingering at the curve at the base of his spine. When he starts pushing up your shirt, he smirks in response to your question.
“Tomorrow.”
© yoongihan 2022. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.
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since your blog is basically bkg being a major simp for his gf (in love w/ur blog btw 💘), do u have any hcs for todoroki being a hardcore simp for his gf?
thank you!!! lots of love! this is more of general relationship headcanons but he is all those things and more okay. like two nsfw lines.
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the way he flirts was a surprise at the beginning because it’s so blunt and deadpan?? like you didn’t think he could be flirting because there was no nuance to it. but after you do, you realise he does actually flirt with you a lot. so sweet and loving. so much so it catches you off guard. you’d say a negative comment about yourself and he shuts it down right away. mostly innocent with his comments and i feel like the best way to describe him is that he’s like a prince.
type to smile after you laugh at his joke. otherwise he still got that blank look because his humour is very forward and sarcastic. much funnier than anyone realises unless you’re close to him. most people just assume he’s the sexy quiet type but he gets away with it because he’s sexy lol
out of all the guys i’ve written about i don’t see him as the most touchy. i do think he’s the wants to live in your body guy when you’re in bed together because then you’re all warm and he gets snuggly. but yeah not really a pda guy. holds your hand, loves when you hold onto his bicep when you’re out together and is a fiend for kissing the top of your head. sometimes opts for your temple too. also instead of having a hand on your waist, he stands behind you, body pressed to yours. whispers in your ear what he sees and what’s going and compliments you.
heavy weight when he drinks but when he does get on the edge of tipsy, he wants you sitting on him. on his lap, his arm around your shoulders pulled into his chest. also cutely taps your bum when he walks past and give you this really slow smirk. so out of character that you kinda just stare at him and then end up chasing after him. drunk todoroki is a public flirt, leaning on doorframes and counters to pretend you’re not in relationship and flirt with you like it’s the first time. (i wanna write this lol)
also have this specific headcanon that todoroki only likes being touched in specific ways. sensory stuff? probably. like before you went out you never touched him because you saw how nobody else really did and you assumed he just didn’t like being touched. till he tells you how he does. loves firm touches, hates brushes against his skin and light touches. loves when you rub your hands across his bare chest, collarbones to his waist. loves when you press your lips along his body and his face. also he’s a fan of hickeys and getting marked by you. a big kink. when you do touch him lightly, he always shivers and you replace it with different pressure, mumbling a little ‘sorry.’ and he always kisses your apology away.
doesn’t lie. never does. never needs to. always believed lying links to fear because the times he lied in his childhood was because he was scared. now he doesn’t really fear anybody. but does fear upsetting you but never goes about it by lying.
definitely a listener and talker relationship. him being the listener and a very good one at that. could never get bored of you. also always replies with the right questions at the right times. the type of boyfriend where he just forgets but not forgets to tell you things about his day. you talk to deku and he tells you how todoroki almost broke his nose yesterday and you’re calling todoroki “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU ALMOST BROKE YOUR NOSE?” and he’s like “oh… i was going to?” i also think he had to learn overtime what response you want when you tell him things. logical guy so naturally he comes up with solutions when you tell him problems. but if your bottom lip is wobbly and twitching for a hug he opts for comfort. if you’re more restless and gazing in the distance he’ll offer solutions!
but also he gets it wrong when you and him have arguments because he’d just want to talk it out, no matter what time of day it is when you’d rather leave it for tomorrow or let it simmer till you feel calmer. and he’d beg you to just talk to him in such a calm voice when you’re annoyed and his voice is annoying you even more. it just doesn’t work so you either physically leave the situation but sometimes you do let him calm you down to talk about it.
an i love you guy. never shortens it in passing or texts. it’s always a full ‘i love you.’ and he says it in a tone where you know he wants you to say it back afterwards. looks you in the eye when he says it and studies your whole body when you don’t reply right away. will get grumpy about it lol
a love and babygirl petname guy. i do think he’d use love allllll the time. like that is your name. answering the phone and calling for you and responding to you. “hello love” “bye love” “yes love?” babygirl is much more reserved for when he’s horny though. your name when you’re in bed or up against the wall or in the shower together. usually when he calls you that alone you know what he wants. especially when he does in public and it’s an automatic reaction for you to then feel horny too. wide eyed looking at him like he’s a god lmao
and with the last part, i think he adores knowing how obsessed you are with him. like he loves being loved. although it was hard for him to get around to understanding before he had a relationship with you, during it he reaps all the benefits. loves knowing you want his compliments, you want his affection, you want his presence. loves knowing he can make you come with his mouth, fingers and dick the quickest you’ve ever. loves when you look at him like he’s important and meaningful. (he has been through this with his therapist lmao and he’s a little embarrassed to ever explain that to you) does always go through a stage of being surprised you want him like when you tell him you miss him but that stage is becoming shorter every time.
but with how much he adores you loving him, he also just loves and adores you. to a stupid amount. for him, everything is about you. always a thought in his head. will do everything you ask if it’s possible. luckily you haven’t asked for the impossible yet but when you do he’ll try to make it possible lol you don’t realise asking for food from your favourite restaurant will take him triple the time to get home but he does and he still does it.
defo the boyfriend who realises friendships are just as important as romantic ones. so when you’re feeling down or had a bad week, he’ll invite your friends over and leave. gets his phone blown up from his friends (your friends boyfriends) like, “you being a good boyfriend makes me look BAD.” and “fuck you me and g/f/n we’re gonna spend this evening together” and “hope yn is okay!”
matching jewellery and matching pyjamas. todoroki is such a fashion guy. he never meant to be but he kept being pushed into the high fashion model route. pushed so much he ended up saying yes and now he doesn’t regret it. models, front cover of fashion magazines, adverts for cologne. so naturally he just ends up knowing a lot about fashion and what looks good on him and developing his own style. leading onto getting you lots of expensive pieces. all name brand and so expensive that nobody recognises on first glance where it’s from but knows it’s expensive. SO matching jewellery. takes pride in knowing you’re both wearing the same thing. he’s a silver guy never catch him wearing gold lol but if you wear gold he’ll get the exact same thing still to match. so many selfies and it’s noticeable you have the same necklaces on. or usually two of the same ones and you have an extra one your bought you for your birthday. same with bracelets, defo have those cartier ones that you need a screw to remove. multiple of those.
additionally, gives you gifts a lot to the point you have to tell him you don’t need everything he sees that reminds him of you. but then it doesn’t help that you react like he’s given you the whole world every time he hands you a gift. you’re like a drug to him and he wants more.
quick ones: has pretty hands and clean nails, doesn’t get jealous often because he knows his place in your life (but if someone’s flirting with you right infront of him he’ll get really rude and snappy lol it makes you laugh), is willing to get in a fight over you (can get very violent lmao doesn’t give a fuck when someone hurts you), perfect boyfriend like i said LITERALLY A PRINCE, an eye contact guy (keeps looking at you till you give it to him), knows how much he affects you (will purposely do shit to get you breathing heavy and nervous. stands super close to you without touching, randomly whispers all deep in your ear. says things that can be taken sexually with a blank face so you pause and look at him and he can’t hold his smile for long before it breaks), never swears so whenever he does it always catches you off guard (either mumbles it or it’s said during sex.), can get really mean sometimes about other people (him and bakugou make a great pair for chatting shit. he definitely says out of pocket shit that get you like “shouto!!” and he does not care lmao)
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I Owe an Apology to Cherry Magic Thailand
This is me righting a wrong. A few weeks ago I wrote this post in response to an ask about Thai BL including what Thai BLs airing at the time I was enjoying the most; I listed Cooking Crush and Dead Friend Forever, which was true. I didn't list Cherry Magic Thailand, and the reason for that is the timing of that post coinciding with the very unfortunate Cherry Magic Thailand episode 8 which was a filler episode that made some really unfortunate choices. None of those choices affected the relationship writing or character arcs of the main characters, but the conflict was poorly written--it didn't fit well in the narrative, it didn't even really make sense, and it didn't land the way it was clearly meant to--and I was afraid that the writers of the show would not realize the really interesting things they had done with the main characters in the Thai adaptation and how that would have to change the way the story progressed in order to be consistent, and so I was ready to watch this show go off the rails. But happily, I was wrong, and instead we got an excellent episode 9 and 10, so I am here to publicly tell you:
Watch Cherry Magic (Thai adaptation)!
The one episode 8 misstep is worth living through for the greatness that is happening in this series.
If you're familiar with the source material, here are a few things that I absolutely LOVE the Thai adaptation is doing (very light spoilers, I kept the big stuff out so that you could read and still be pleasantly surprised if you decide to watch the show):
The "magic" is used in fun and clever ways that keep the show funny, interesting, and fresh
Achi [the Thai Adachi] is more self-actualized and self-driven from the get-go, and is more willing to fight for the relationship
Karan [the Thai Kurosawa] is even more of a simp, and is less outwardly perfect than in the Japanese live action, and is also a little hornier (though not as much as the anime version lol)
Both Achi and Karan have stronger character arcs in the Thai adaptation than Adachi and Kurosawa did in the Japanese live-action
Jinta and Min [the Thai version of Tsuge and Minato] are also really great; they're hitting a lot of the same beats but at different times, which makes their progression feel stronger, and there is less of an emphasis on the age difference between them than in the Japanese live action
Min also gets an arc with Rock [Rokkaku] that gives him more depth than in the Japanese live action
We get more of Jinta and Achi's friendship than we did with Adachi and Tsuge
Pai [Fujisaki in the Japanese adaptation] is a fujoshi, which is from the original manga, but the show is still doing something really interesting with her as (I think?) a nod to Fujisaki in the Japanese live action being on the aro/ace spectrum
They have done a great job making the show feel Thai (e.g. including Thai cultural festivals, changing the scarf to an umbrella, adjusting the humour)
There is a kiss!
Anyway. I'm really enjoying it, and it's worth fighting past the annoyance of needing a VPN set to Thailand and waiting an extra day in order to access the show on VIU's website.
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wannaeatramyeon · 8 months
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you write characters pretty accurately so i was wondering what you think their reaction would be to reading the fanfics people write about them? also love your work💜💜
lol... thanks anon. I mean technically this is a request and I have been deleting them but-
Lookism/HTF react to their fanfics...
Disgusted
Doesn't want to think about it. Doesn't want to go anywhere near it. Leave them alone.
Johan Seong: C'mon, be serious. This edgelord will hate how people depict him. If it's accurate then he will get defensive, if it's not then he will get offended. Fluff, angst, soft, smut, doesn't matter. Does enjoy when Eden and/or Miro makes an appearance though.
Blushing
No interest in reading about it, makes them embarrassed and flustered to know that the fandom thinks about them that way.
+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Vasco Tabasco, Jace Park, Lineman, Brad Lee, Jerry Kwon, Han Wangguk
Flattered
Skims over fanfics. In awe, reluctantly impressed.
Jake Kim: Wow they think he's that handsome huh? That much of a green flag? Nice! A little disturbed but chuckles at Jake/Samuel shipping. What will these crazy fans think of next.
Ji Yeonwoo: Would blush but used to the thirst from his Study Newtuber days.
Ryuhei Kuroda: Damnit. Look at all the possibilities if only his dong works properly.
+ Zack Lee, Sinu Han, Eli Jang, Warren Chae, Jibeom Kwak, Jason Yoon, Kim Munseong
Doesn't give a shit
^ what more is there to say.
Samuel Seo: doesn't give a shit until he decides to compare how popular he is next to Jake Kim. And then... wtf! Prepare for another mental breakdown. Jake/Samuel shipping? He hates it. (Hates it less when he's the top though.)
Gun Park: Gives zero fucks. Barely reacts when they mention him as a dom. Well, of course. Have you seen him? Cracks the tiniest smirk when he realises the fandom likes to write Goo as the whiniest mf-ing sub ever.
+ James Lee, Hudson Ahn, Jihan Kwak, Xiaolong, Baek Hangyeol, Seong Taehoon, Lee Jinho, Seo Haesu
Expected, surprised there isn't more.
They have fans, they have ego, they have a reputation. Of course they would expect fanfics of them.
+ Vin Jin, DG, Baek Seongjun
Writes their own
Goo Kim: Excuse me?? Why are there so many Gun simps and so few Goo simps? He doesn't even care how he is depicted.
This degenerate will write whatever to push his numbers up. X reader, canon shipping, him breaking the verse. Anything.
Sinu Han: writes the Jake/Samuel fics
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depressopax · 2 months
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La casa de papel NSFW alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia x gn!reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content, gender neutral reader Words: 900 Summary: What is aftercare like with the LCDP characters? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3
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I’ve said it before, and will say it again. AFTERCARE QUEEN <3
Very sweet and caring.
She sometimes tends to get a bit carried away when she has sex with you, so aftercare is something she prioritizes. 
She’ll make sure you’re ok, praise you and make sure to tell you how well you did for her.
Her favorite aftercare is either cuddling or running a hot bath for you (and her)
She makes sure to clean you up and fix the bed
When fixing a bath - she makes sure to light some candles, dim the lights in the room and have the perfect temperature for your sore muscles. 
She likes massaging your shoulders whilst whispering praise to you
Afterwards, she’ll bring you to bed again, making sure you’re comfortable and feel loved.
She likes having you sleeping naked in her arms, while she strokes your back and strokes your hair.
Crying shaking throwing up I NEED NAIROBI IN MY LIFE 😭
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Berlin may have two moods when having sex: - Slow and loving - Fast and hard
However, his aftercare is always the same.
As we know, Berlin is like a totally different person when he’s in love.
You realize so by how sweet he is with you during intimate times.
Whether he’s submissive or dominant in bed (he can do both 😽), he wants you to feel loved afterwards.
But he does enjoy being a tease too lmao
He’ll tell you how good you were, how much he enjoyed it and how amazing you look etc
…But Berlin also likes teasing you for your reactions, how “needy” you were, or simply brag about how amazing he is 
Being an asshole aside…
After being reassured you’re ok, he helps you clean up
Gives you something to drink and offers you a bath or shower (he won’t let you do it alone tho)
Berlin worships you and your body, sexually or not. He just adores you.
But honestly? He is pretty lazy after sex.
He prefers to cuddle you whilst whispering praise to you
Sex makes him sleepy lmao
Besides, his favorite thing to do is have deep conversations with his lover, and have you resting on him naked.
He falls asleep pretty quick, and does so whilst spooning you.
Denver 
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I’m sorry, Denver simps - but this man is NOT good at aftercare.
He’s clueless AF after sex. 
Of course he makes sure you’re ok and will kiss you, but more than that? No.
You’ll have to ask him for aftercare, and do so quickly before he falls asleep on you lmao 😭
But if you ask him, he’ll of course be more than happy to obey.
You’re a treasure to him, and he worships you and your body.
He’ll do his best, with praise, cuddles and offering to get you some water etc
But when it comes to aftercare FOR HIM?
He loves it.
Mans a switch, but I feel like he prefers being under you and receiving love and attention.
If you’re rough with him, he is needy afterwards and wants full attention.
Even though he’s not good at aftercare, he won't let you go to sleep without making you feel loved. 
He falls asleep first, but does so while whispering “I love you”
Tokyo
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Just like Denver, Tokyo tends to forget about aftercare lol
Unless she loves you deeply, she skips it.
…But she loves you, so she tries giving you good aftercare.
She brings you to the bathroom and helps you fix up a warm shower or bath, whichever you prefer.
She often ends up joining you, or takes the opportunity to fix a drink for the two of you. 
Cuddling with Tokyo is almost as passionate as sex is.
She makes sure you feel like a royal when she cuddles and she praises you.
Telling you how well you did, how hot you are… 
She either falls asleep fast, or stays up watching you sleep whilst slowly caressing you, thinking about how lucky she is to have you. 
Professor 
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Homeboy is an overthinker 😭 (he’s so me)
“Was it good for you, too?”“Are you ok?”“I did make you cum, right?”“Did it hurt?”
You’ll need to reassure him everythings ok
He is very good at aftercare.
Sergio probably has read a lot about sex, to learn how to be the perfect lover lmao
And he is very attentive to your reactions etc
This way, he figures out what you like in bed, and what you enjoy for aftercare.
His personal favorite is massages.
He is very good at giving massages, and enjoys your reactions to them.
He makes sure to take the tension from your sore muscles and does so carefully - taking any discomfort or stress away.
He is not the guy to fall asleep afterwards, he wants to see you fall asleep first, so he can feel protective of you before he falls asleep as well. 
Alicia 
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Call me down bad, but…
Alicia is a DOMME.
Usually rough with you when having sex
She sometimes tend to not be affectionate afterwards, or be a bit too arrogant/teasing
She cares about you, but sometimes simply forgets to take care of you after she’s done fucking.
You’ll probably have to remind her to give you aftercare
But when you do, she’s affectionate.
She’s very rewarding, especially after you’ve been good for her in bed.
Alicia spoils you with kisses, praise and makes sure to clean you up.
Fixes you a bath, shower, massage…Whatever you need.
Let’s be honest - you’ll probably be sore AF after she’s done with you, so she needs to take her time with you and make sure you’re ok.
If she’s stressed of frustrated from work, she definitely forgets aftercare
But otherwise, she drops the domme act and is very sweet with you.
She adores you and wants to show her love and tenderness.
Also... THE GIF?? I'M SCREAMING
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