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Where are all the MK1 fanfic writersđ
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My man, my lover. Kuai Liang from Mortal Kombat 1.
I wish I could give of his features better.
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Tell me how I had a random dream about this fine ass man and he was FLIRTING WITH ME???? Out of all the fine ass men in MK, I was blessed with his raspy voice trying to rizz me up.
(Someone write a fic about him non-stop flirting with the reader and loves seeing her blush)
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Today is my birthday and I expect Bihan or Kuai Liang on my doorstep wrapped in a little bow.
(I want both. I can take them.. not in a fight)
(Iâm 21 now yippee)
Tag me in your fave fanfics of these two.. I need more Kuai Liang fics..
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Where the Heart Never Left
Pairing: Kuai Liang/reader
Word count: 4.1k
Warnings: 18+ only, SMUT with plot, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, biting, fingering, edging, afab!reader, let me know if I missed anything please.
AN: this is my first time writing a fanfiction, so I apologize in advance if this is terrible. This is definitely not proof read
This takes place during part 1 of the story, after Bihan and Kuai fought. (I have not played the DLC yet so please no spoilers) but enjoy the read :)
MDNI PLEASE
Itâs been weeks since you stood by Bi-Han, trying to rebuild the Lin Kuei in his image, and every day feels heavier than the last. A part of you keeps whispering that this is the right path, but the weight of what you left behind gnaws at you constantlyâyour partner, Kuai Liang the only person who ever made me feel like home; who is also Bihanâs brother. You thought you could live with that choice, thought you could bury it deep enough, but it still haunts you. The memory of that day claws at your mind every night, refusing to let go. You abandoned the love of your life, betrayed him for some misplaced sense of duty, and the guilt... the guilt is suffocating. You know you've let him down; you can feel it. Heâs probably disgusted, and honestly, you donât blame him. You deserve it. You left him to burn while you sought comfort in the cold.Â
*I keep telling myself to let it go, but my mind refuses to listen, dragging me back into this endless pit of doubt. No matter how hard I try, it claws at me, screaming that Iâm wrongâalways wrong. It was all too much. I couldnât breathe, couldnât think, so I left. I left the temple, my Grandmaster, the Lin Kuei; only for a little while. I just needed space⌠I needed air that wasnât thick with guilt, shame, and judgment in every corner, hearing Kuaiâs voice whispering in my head begging me to not leave and his brother telling me Iâve done the right thing. I couldnât take it anymore, too much for me to handle.. I know Iâll go back, I have to.. That place is a part of me, no matter how much it hurts.*
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*Iâm home, but nothing feels right. I thought the voices, the guilt, would stop once I left the source of my agony altogether for a bit. But damn, itâs still here, eating away at me. I want it all to stop. I want whatâs best for the clan, but not at the cost of my own sanity. I miss how things used to be. No feuds, no Shang Tsungâjust... peace. Gods, I miss you.. I miss you Kuai. I miss what we were, before I walked away. Every part of me wishes youâd come back to me, even though I know I donât deserve it. I donât deserve you. I canât shake this gnawing feeling that I ruined it all, and thereâs no going back now. I must live with it, even though it keeps me up at night.*
The nightmares never stop. You can barely sleep, and when you do, itâs worthless. Most nights, you stay up, trying to outrun the horrors that haunt you the moment you close your eyes, but it doesnât matter. None of it does. Being awake is just another nightmareâone you canât escape from. Every breath, every second, is a reminder that you're still trapped, still living the same twisted nightmare; the loss of the love of your life. Sleep offers no peace, but neither does staying awake. Itâs a never-ending cycle, and you're drowning in it. All because you picked a damn side. *Damn you Shang Tsung.. Damn you.. you ripped my family apart. These brothers â they were my family. Kuai.. my love, Bihan.. my teacher My protector, Tomas.. My good friend⌠they were everything to me. Everything I had, and you poisoned Bihanâs mind, shattered the bonds we shared. You took them from me, turned them against each other. Iâve lost everything and⌠you *gained* from it.. Damn you*
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Itâs one of those nights again. The nightmares come for you the moment you fall asleep, playing out the same twisted scene on repeat. Bi-Han and Kuai fightingâagain. You see it all happen just like before: the ice blade slicing across your loverâs face, the blood, the pain. But this time, itâs worse. This time, Bi-Han doesnât stop. He goes to finish it, to end Kuai right in front of you... and youâre frozen, helpless, unable to move. Just as the nightmare is about to unravel into something even darker, youâre jolted awake by a knock at the door.
You wake up, disoriented, your mind still tangled in the nightmare. Who could it be? You drag yourself to the door, every step weighed down by exhaustion, your body a messâhair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, eyes heavy with the remnants of sleep.
You open the door and you see him
Kuai? Your eyes widen instantly with still hints of sleep behind your eyes. He looks rather frantic as well..
What are you doing here? Itâs late. More importantly.. Why are you here?
Kuai exhibits a rather shocked expression seeing you in your disheveled state. He didnt think you would answer the door, or quite frankly, even be home. But he quickly composes himself.
âIm sorry for waking you. I didn't realize it was this late. I couldnât sleep myself. I just⌠need to speak with you.. May I come in?â
You stare at him with such a soft expression after hearing his words. Itâs been so long since youâve seen him, so you allow him in without a second thought.
âIâm going back to my room to fix myself, Iâm a mess right now⌠evidently⌠If you wish to follow, please donât hesitateâ
Kuai nods appreciatively and follows you into your home. As you two both enter, you can sense that something is troubling him, however youre conflicted in whether or not itâs your place to ask. But you cave in anyway.
âWhatâs troubling you Kuai Liangâ. The thought of not being as affectionate with him anymore since the incident is killing you, but you know its not right to feel as if your entitled to it.
âItâs⌠a lot of things, really. But the main thing that has been on m mind these past few weeks is us. Our situation really, or better yet, our separation you can say. I know you chose Bihanâs side, but part of me feels like whats left of us is still there..â
You look back to him confused after fixing yourself upÂ
âI didnt think there was still an "us" Kuai Liang.. I kept telling myself that since that day. I kept telling myself that you hated me so I wouldnât continue dwelling but- it wasnât workingâ
Kuaiâs heart aches as he hears your words and his gaze towards you softens as well.Â
âTill this day I still don't understand why you chose his side. But I know you, and you probably have a better judgment than him. I've just been struggling with my feelings for a whole. I cant shake the memory of what we once had before the feud. I cant shake-Â "
Kuai hesitates for a moment before he finishes his sentenceÂ
âI canât shake the love that I still hold for youâ
A surge of surprise and relief washes over you at his words. You decide to take a seat because its all too much to handle. Deep down, you always hoped heâd come back, but thereâs a part of you that knows you donât deserve his loveânot after everything youâve done. You canât let yourself make any assumptions, so instead, you blurt out the question.
âWhat are you saying Kuai LiangâŚâ
Kuai takes a seat next to you, there is still some tension present, your bodies arenât facing each other but his eyes are locked onto yours as he considers what he wishes to say next.
âIâm saying I want you.. my sweet girl.. if you- still wish to be called that. I want us together again⌠I miss loving you, being with you. I know with circumstances now it wonât be easy but my love for you has never died.â
You try with everything in you to look away from him, but itâs impossible. A flood of emotions crashes over youâlonging, guilt, desperation. Youâve been waiting for this moment, losing sleep over it night after night. And now, here he is. Yet, the shame is overwhelming, weighing down every part of you, twisting your desire into something you can barely face.
âSweetheart.. please.. look at meâ He gently turns your face toward him, his touch soft but his gaze intense, more so than ever before. Your faces are so close now, and you canât help but let your eyes flicker between his and his lips. Desire floods through you, but youâre torn. You *want* thisâcrave it, evenâbut deep down, you know you donât deserve it. Not after everything.
âIâve missed you so much. Being apart from you has been hell.â
Your gaze softens at his words yet your inner turmoil has become your worst enemy. âIâve missed you too.. but Iâve betrayed you Kuai.. and I donât deserve forgiveness..â
âBe that as it may..." *Kuaiâs voice is firm but still carrying that softness youâve always known.* "I believe in forgiveness, especially when itâs you. What matters now is what we choose to do from here. Are you ready to accept us, to try again? To build something stronger... together?âÂ
You stay silent after he speaks, the conflict inside you twisting tighter. You avoid his eyes, looking anywhere but at him, but itâs useless. His hand gently caresses your cheek, drawing you in. Slowly, the space between you fades, the tension thickening as you both move closer, your noses almost brushing. Your gazes lock, and in that moment, itâs impossible to ignore the mix of desire and love simmering between you.
âKuai..â Is the only word that slips from your lips. You feel your heart beat increase and you hope and pray he doesnât hear it..
âPleaseâŚâ is all he says in return. And you canât help but wonder what heâs pleading.
âPlease let me kiss you..â
Your heart skips a beat at his words, but you know the consequences of this endeavor if Bihan were to find out. âWe cant..â You say in a slight whisper, trying to mask the desire in your voice.
âI know⌠but Iâm finding it hard to resist. My heart yearns for you my love. Iâve missed youâ
You let out a sigh with a mixture of frustration and lust. You know you want him. Youâve craved this moment for so long, you have the love of your life back. But you cant help but feel like this is a dream.
âIâm willing to live with the consequences sweetheart, let my brother find out. As long as I have you, my will to fight will always be great. Sweetheart.. I need you..â
You can't help but sigh once again, feeling his breath fan over your face. You are struggling to give in, and you find your hand placed on his leg as you give it an involuntary squeeze.
Kuai hisses at your action, pressing his forehead against yours; he closes his eyes in frustration. âYou're making it very hard for me to hold back.. please.. please.. let me taste youâ
His pleading whispers to you send a shiver down your spine. You are still feeling conflicted. Itâs very clear what you want and deep down you dont know whatâs stopping you from getting it. You rise from your bed in frustration immediately puling yourself out of this situation and start to pace. Kuai is caught off guard by your sudden movement, he gaze towards you as your standing is still a mixture of lust and frustration with now a hint of confusion. âWait! Where are you going?â his voice now filled with concern as if heâs done something wrong.
âFuck itâ is all you can say before you turn around and pull him in. Your lips pressed against his, the kiss filled with hunger and need.
He pulls you in closer, is muscular arms wrapping tightly around your body, holding you possessively against him as your mouths mold together in such a passionate kiss. You cup his face, internally you wish for him to not pull away. Your steps make your way back to the foot of the bed. Your hands on Kuaiâs face feel like a lifeline for him, anchoring him to this moment. The love you two have once shared evidently present in this moment, you two have missed this, youâve yearned for it for so long and the moment is finally here. As your steps take you back to the bed, he pushes you gently against the footboard, pressing his body against yours, needing to feel every inch of you. The kiss deepens and his hands slowly begin to wander over your body.
Your back slowly falls onto the bed and your legs voluntarily wrap around his waist. Kuai Liangâs body begins to hover over you, body pressed against you, intertwined in a perfect and desperate embrace. His lips move from yours and make their way to your jawline, then down to your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses where he can feel your pulse throbbing wildly. He pulls away for a moment and you whimper at the loss of contact, he presses his forehead against yours and looks you deep into your eyes, his voice rough and ragged, being consumed by the intensity of this moment.Â
âFuck Iâve missed you sweet girlâ
His words send a jolt through your body as you involuntarily grind upwards into him.. Your voice soft and whiny, âIâve missed you mostâ
You pull at the hem of his Shirai Ryu uniform wishing for more contact than you two currently have. Knowing your desires, Kuai leans back, giving you space to lift the top of his uniform over his head and toss it aside, his bare chest now exposed to your gaze. In doing so, you reciprocate the action and take off the top of your clothing. You feel his eyes roam over your bare skin, taking in every inch of you, scanning over your collarbone, your chest, your stomach, heâs taking in everything.. like an animal eyeing his prey. He reaches out, his fingertips caressing your curves ever so slightly. His voice low, filled with tenderness and adoration⌠âYouâre so beautiful⌠every part of you⌠may I?â
You feel your breath quicken as he touches you and it makes you yearn for him so much more. âYes.. im yours..â You pull him in for another needy kiss. Your breathless words and the way you pulled him in ignites a primal hunger within him. His hands roam over your bare skin as he presses himself against you. It has been so long since you two have had a moment like this that he is at a loss for words.. âI- I need you..â
âYou have meâ
Hearing those words unleashed the last bit of restraint he had, claiming your mouth once more in a demanding kiss. His rough calloused hands grab a hold of your hips and presses you into the mattress. He leaves tender kisses over your bare skin, slowly making his way down, you feel your breath quicken once more until he reaches to the waist band of your pants. He looks up at you with desire and you give him a nod. With full permission, he undresses the lower half of your body and he canât help but let out a low grown at the sight. He stares at your pussy in awe and see how its glistening in your arousal already.. he hasnât even touched you yet..
âGods..â He leans his head down on the mattress, trying to keep his composure but you feel yourself writhing from underneath him. âKuai⌠please..â You reach towards his head as you wish to push him closer to your heat.Â
âPatience sweet girl⌠needy are we?â
âI need you please.. I need your tongue..â
âOh darling.. Iâm going to take my time with you..â
Kuai presses a tantalizing lick against your folds as you let out a low moan. Your legs could help but close but Kuais hands pry you open once more and keep you pinned.. âno hiding now sweetheart.. just sit back and enjoy..â
Your finger run through his dark hair and you give a tug as he pressed another lick against you and makes his way down to your hole. The tug sends a chill down his spine as he moans at the pain of your pull, radiating in between your legs. The sounds you make are music to his ears and he wishes to pulll every ounce of sound out of you. He presses kisses to your inner thighs and nibbles at each side before diving right back into you. He slowly licks up to your clit and takes it in his mouth gently as twirls his tongue around you. Your back arches at the action and your grip on his hair tightens and Kuai groans once more.Â
âFuck..â Is all you can say. The pleasure is too great and you feel it building up. Your core begins to tighten at his continuous actions. He recognizes your bodily reactions all too well, he knows youre close, however he doesnât wish for this moment to be over yet.
âBaby.. pleaseâ you plead. Your voice filled with desperation. âIâm gonna-â
He stops
The loss of the build up has you in shambles. You plead and look down as to why he stopped, and you see a slight smirk on his face, as his chin is glistening in your juices. he rises back up to your face, âDid you really think it was going to be that easy sweetheart? I told you, Iâm taking my sweet time with youâ he presses a kiss against your open lips tongue swirling around yours as your taste yourself on his tongue. He makes his way back down in between your legs and stares at you. âBe a good girl for me yeah?â Not knowing what he has planned, you nod regardless, biting your lip to suppress a moan.
He repeats his actions once more, lapping at your juices, his nose rubs against your clit in the right spot and it causes a high pitched moan to escape your lips. Kuai smiles at what he hears as he continues licking at your folds. He takes two fingers and inserts them inside of you. Surprised by the sudden insertion, you pull at Kuaiâs hair in pleasure with one hand and you are grasping your bed sheets with another. âFuck!â You feel his fingers pumping in and out of you as he continues abusing your clit. His pace quickens and he feels the same buildup in your body once more, you tightening around his fingers, almost consuming them involuntarily, the pleasure is too much for you to handle. âIâm gonna-â
âDo it sweetheart, let me taste you fully, you can let goâ
You feel yourself reach your climax and you let goes completely, your body almost trembles and shakes as he makes you cum hard into his mouth. Taking in everything that you leave behind. He rises from in between your legs as he stares at your disheveled state and gently caresses your face. âYou're not done yet love.. brace yourselfâ Kuai presses a tender kiss to your lips and your forehead. You smile at his action as you watch him undo his pants, letting his dick free, already dripping with precum. It really was a sight for you. Oh how you missed himâŚ
He slowly aligned himself to your entrance, pushes in achingly slow earning moans escaping from both of your lips. âFuck..â Kuai groans underneath his breath. You hiss as he stretches you in such a familiar way. He places one of his hands on your cheek as his arm keeps him afloat as he hovers over you. His movements are slow, wanting to drag this out as long as possible as he takes your lips in for another passionate kiss. âI love you..â He whispers between each slow thrust. you moan at his movements and you reciprocate his loving words, âI love you too Kuai..âÂ
His smallest movements cause your walls to tense around him. With each rock, his breathing deepens and his pants become more desperate but he holds out a little bit longer. You bring your hands to his back as you bring his upper half closer to you, you dig his nails in his back âfaster please..â
His self composure slowly crumbling, his pace starts to pick up his eyes locked onto yours, he removes his hand from your face and presses it down on your lower stomach, knowing it feels good for you.
âTalk to me baby.. how does it feel..?â he knows the answer to that, he knows your body like the back of his hand already. He just wishes to hear your voice.
âPerfect..â Your words make his pace alot faster than before. Needy pants escape both of your lips, noises of arousal fill your bedroom. He starts pounding into you, the pace becoming unmatched. Kuai feels his own climax unravelling and his voice starts to become filled with need. âIm so closeâŚâ
As Kuai keeps his fast pace, he starts to increase the power behind each thrust literally fucking you senseless. No words escape your lips, just your jaw slacked open, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. Itâs becoming too much to handle for him too, Kuai begins to whimper in his own pleasure as you both finally reach your climax. Kuai cums hard into you as you cum as well, your juices all over his dick as his seed spews in your insides. The pressure in both of your nerves finally releases. He pulls out of you and falls next to you. You both lay there for a while, completely fucked out of your minds. As youre catching your breaths, you look down suddenly and see Kuaiâs cum leaking out of you and onto your bedsheets. You look back up and stare at him next to you, and you laugh in contentment as you wrap your arms around him. Kuai slightly moans at your sudden touch before he turns to face you and wrap his arms around you. Pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You both hum in relief and contentment as you both fall asleep, completely enveloped in each otherâs presence, as if the rest of the world has faded away. You prayed for his return every night, despite the nagging doubt of whether you truly deserved his affection. You missed him so deeply, longing for the days when you were together, wishing for nothing more than to have him back in your life. And now heâs here, in your room and completely engulfed by his presence. And you wish for nothing more.
The morning hits, sunlight filtering through your window, gently stirring Kuai awake from his sleep. He wakes up slowly, arms still wrapped around you. He takes in the sight of you sleeping and a wave of contentment washes over him. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, a soft smile paying at the corners of his mouth. He notices the peaceful expression on your face as you begin to stir in your sleep. For the first time since the incident, you have slept with no nightmares; he notices a sense of serenity as you sleep and it fills him with so much relief. He continues to watch you before gently rubbing his fingers against your arm in a soothing affectionate gesture.
You sleepily moan at his touch and push yourself further into his embrace. Your sounds make Kuaiâs heart skip a beat as he continues to rub your arm. As you stir awake, your back facing his chest, you let out a sleepy satisfied hum as he presses his lips towards the back of your neck and nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing n your scent and savoring the feeling of your body pressed against his. You feel his fingers tracing soothing patterns against your skin; you sleepily take his hand and place it to your lips as you press kisses from his palm to his fingertips. You actions make his heart swell with love, admiring the affectionate gesture. He lets out a soft sigh, hand gently cupping your face and whispering in your ear..
âGods you're incredibleâ
You let out a sleepy giggle at his words, wishing you could stay in this moment forever. It feels like a dream come true, a piece of fate finally falling into place. The love you both share has never faded, and itâs as if none of the betrayal, none of the pain ever happened. In this moment, there is only the two of youâuntouched by the past, as if youâd never chosen Bi-Hanâs side, as if the love in your hearts had never left.
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if I wrote a Kuai Liang one shot, will anyone read it.
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Everyone is writing headcanons on what Bihan would be like if he had kids and everyone writes that he has all sons. But what I NEED to know is what he would be like being a girl dad. His first pride and joy being his little girl. Would he train her to be an absolute badass or what?!? I must know these things.(IneedBihanasmyhusbandandtofathernychildren)
SOMEONE WRITE A HEADCANON ABOUT THIS AND TAG ME, OR UNLESS YOU GUYS WANT ME TO. Ik I havenât been on here in a while but Iâm getting sucked back into my MK era again.
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The love I have for both Bi-Han and Kuai Liang is insane. The way I struggle to want to have someone have a soft spot for me, or just simply having someone to have a soft spot forđ§đťââď¸
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Sneak Peak of Bi-Han fic :)
Keep in mind, I have never written a fanfiction before in my life, let alone smut. I am showing you guys a sneak peak of what I am writing and I want ya'll to let me know whether or not I should continue :)
âYou lack convictionâ
âSame as you lack intelligence, speaking to your Grandmaster with such disrespectâ
You two are alone in his chamber since you needed to speak with him urgently before training, and somehow it always turns into a screaming match between you two. Itâs no surprise he would pull the âGrandmasterâ card, itâs all he ever uses. It tends to get old really quick, REALLY fast. You felt a headache form as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. The fact that you still put up with it is honestly mindblowing. You tend to follow in Kuai Liangâs footsteps when it comes to ignoring the superiority complex of his brother, however today itâs finally getting under your skin. When training as a fellow member of the Lin Kuei, you endure alot of things, pain, suffering, whether its physically, mentally, or emotionally; however Bi-Han manages to make you want to simply wish for him to silence himself the way he does the other members of the clan.
âI thought the title of âGrandmasterâ would also allow you to have common sense and competence, but it seems both are lacking in your favorâ.
You see his eyes squint at you and you see his eyebrows squeeze together, you never noticed him being this riled up yet still maintained his posture. He proceeds to move his steps closer to you and points at you,
âWhy would I take orders from someone as yourself, not a single drop of Lin Kuei blood in your veins and you still continue to blabber your idiocy at me like a fool, you are not one of us, so donât spit at me asserting the power you wish you hadâ
Those words were spat in your face almost as if you just got punched in the face by the grandmaster himself. Just like that, you felt your blood boiling, your jaw clenches, your eyes narrow with you feel your fists clenching. Because your Grandmaster who stands before you has done the one thing that he has never done before, which is insult your origin. You have always known you were never truly a member of the Lin Kuei, however you were very thankful when Kuai Liang found you and took you in. Bi-Han was against it from the very beginning, however you never understood why he disliked you in particular, you always followed his orders and you were one of his best fighters, right up there with Kuai and Tomas; and he still continued to undermine your potential. In this instance, he proceeds to undermine you, degrade you, as if your training and time with the clan means nothing to him. All you did was present an idea on a new training method for potential new comers, since Kuai Liang has trusted you to train the young ones along his side, all you want is what is best for the clan since this clan has become a new type of family to you, and Bi-Han decides to toss it to the side like itâs trash.
Youâre already trying your hardest to keep your composure in the presence of him, he knows he gets under your skin, and with his huge ego, he is constantly fueled by what you say in return. He knows that what he said got to you, he can basically see the fumes leaving your body and all you can think of in the moment is violence, however if you hit him now, youâll lose, if you open your mouth again, you lose; it seems like anything you do, ends up being a loss on your behalf. Thatâs how he always made you feel, like youâre never enough and you finally decided to accept it. He stands before you with his arms crossed, just simply waiting for what you have to say next. You inhaled deeply, and exhaled calmly, you felt your fists unclench and you did the only thing you could do in this scenario:
You walked away.
When doing so, Bi-han to some surprise, is in shock with your actions, his eyebrows rose in disbelief and he unfolded his arms. âHmmphâ he grunted, âMind your placeâ, and shut the door behind you, masking what he was truly feeling. Although this was a win on his behalf, he sure didnât feel like a winner. For the first time in a long time, the infamous Sub-Zero, felt bad?
LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE :/
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if I write a Bi-han fic, who would read it? Never wrote smut before so this would be my first time
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Here is another Eddie Munson head-canon of mineÂ
There has been this debate going around regarding Eddieâs experience. And whether there is a lack of it, or a SHIT TON of it. And itâs really interesting because the fanfics are all over the place for that matter(and they are all SO well written too). As a whole, we canât really draw a specific conclusion because there was nothing confirmed verbally. All we can go off of is the handcuffs in his bedroom, the magazines under his bed, the lotion, oh and letâs not forget the infamous mattress stains.
Me personally, Iâm stuck in the in between on this topic because everyone makes some really good points on the matter. HOWEVER, I do have a theory regarding our lovely little rockstar.
Eddie Munson has experience, but the amount of experience he has is about the size of a grain of rice.Â
In his early years of high school, letâs say when he was a sophomore; he had a crush on a cheerleader(either in his grade or a junior). But of course with Eddie and his âlabelâ, he never actually told her due to a fear of possible rejection. And somehow, this mystery woman found out about his crush on her and wanted to âsee throughâ with the crush, *to see what heâs like and what-not*. So one day, she went up to talk to him and our young sweetheart was in shock because he always viewed himself as the pure definition of women repellent.Â
Fast forwarding: the two of them hung out constantly(but in secret and poor Eddie was oblivious to the matter because of his overall excitement being with the girl he liked). They have shared a few moments, and itâs safe to say that they have kissed(that being Eddieâs first). The more they hung out, the more stuff that they did. This cheerleader was nice enough to guide him through certain things such as, knowing how to kiss a girl, what to do, what not to do, where things do and donât go, etc. With all of this guidance being given to him, the two never actually slept together, due to the cheerleader ânot being readyâ, but in reality she feared her reputation wouldâve been ruined. But obviously Eddie didnât know that, he was just understanding and super respectful towards her decision and he let it go.
A week later, she ghosts him. Lost all contact with him and in school she just pretended that she didnât know he existed. Poor Eddie was confused because he really thought she liked him, which he ended up confronting her about(in private ofc) and she basically broke his heart saying that she never liked him and that she would never be with someone like him. But deep down inside her, as their time together progressed, she did develop a soft spot for him and feelings were there but she refused to embrace them just because of the label that Eddie had. After that conversation, they never spoke to one another, it was always avoiding eye contact, passing by each other in the halls, and them going back to what they deemed as their normal lives.
This experience however, did not change the type of person that we know Eddie as now. He still remained the sweet boy that we see him as, being a 20 year old senior in high schoolđ
. And he just embraces his inaccurate âfreakâ label, not caring who does or doesn't like him.
Overall, people can argue this but keep in mind that this is MY head-canon on him. All of you are free to think otherwise about this debate. Yes, Eddie is a very attractive man, but I just feel like he was no oneâs type, or people did secretly have crushes on him but they hated themselves for that so they never actually told him, because it was all about âtheir reputationâ.
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I donât usually post on here but Iâve been doing a lot of thinking and I feel like when youâre dating Eddie Munson he would hug you in different ways.
There is one specific hug that I think he would most likely give you due to this man being absolutely TOUCH-STARVED.
(First of all he would hug you so tight and just never wants to let you go) He would wrap his arms around you neck(or you wrap your arms around his) just to be completely close to you since he craves the close contact. And his whole face would just be in the crevice of your neck, just taking in your scent. And youâll just be rubbing him as a translation of, âIâm hereâ and a âWeight of the shouldersâ kind of love, since this man would always worry about your safety. One hand would just be lightly grip the back of his neck to keep the close contact the way he is doing with you. And your other hand would just be rubbing his back with your thumb. There would be a little sway when you two hug. And after the grip he has on you loosens, he would just lean onto your forehead without saying a word and just stay there. *Forehead touches can mean just about anything, but when it comes to Eddie I feel it would be a combination of âI love youâ and âI never want to lose youâ since he probably never had someone that has stuck by his side for so long, or just someone who genuinely loves him for who he is.*
This is just a small little headcanon I have when it comes to him, so I thought Iâd share it :)
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Literally all I want to do is write something that makes people insane and maybe scream silently over it like is that so much to ask
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me sleeping peacefully at night after i just spent the whole day reading and writing the most disgusting, vile smut about fictional men
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RED FLAGS 2
CO-WRITTEN WITHÂ @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS
Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader (hints of Marc Spector x female reader)
Summary: Something strange is going on with Steven. Or alternatively: how you fix your relationship by giving Steven the sloppiest office blowjob ever.
Rating: really fucking explicit
Warning/content:Â unease around male character, inappropriate office behaviour, blowjob, semi-public sex. Please do not attempt to re-enact this, it will land you with HR.
Word Count: 9.3k (guys this was meant to be a short interlude... idek)
[PART ONE] [Series Masterlist] [Tag List and Masterlist]
Something is wrong.
Youâre naked in your boyfriendâs bedâthe very same bed where he took you apart some hours ago, desperate, worshipful mouth pressed tight between your thighs. But now heâs staring down at you, that very same mouth set in an almost-disdainful line, eyes flat and blank.
Itâs like looking in a funhouse mirror and seeing a distorted reflection of reality. So many of the peripheral things are the same but the essence is different somehow. Off in a way that has your heart pounding loud in your ears.Â
The difference is jarring in the same way that the still-healing wounds on his torso are. Though in this low light, the bruising on his shoulder and the cuts across his chest donât look nearly as bad as they did when you first saw them. Was it just the shock of their existence that made you think they were worse than they are?
He clears his throat and you realise with a start that youâve been silently gawking at his chest for the last several minutes. When your eyes fly to his face, you find him poorly suppressing an amused smirk. Heâs never looked at you like that before; you werenât even aware his mouth was physically capable of curving into such a snide expression.
You donât know what to say to him. To this stranger of a man who has replaced your sweet, awkward Steven. Donât know what to do with yourself either. In fact, youâre pretty sure youâre staring at him like a deer in the headlights, covers still clutched to your chest.Â
His brows draw together, head tilting slightly to the side as he regards you, dark eyes sharp, almost predatory in a way that makes you feel exposed and vulnerable, like an insect pinned to a display board. Your breath stutters in your chest, and a wave of goosebumps raises the hairs along the back of your arms.
Something is wrong, and you want it to stop. And if it wonât stop, you need to leave.
But calmly. Years of experience with drunk blokes in pubs and with overly-handsy coworkers tells you to act normal. Make an excuse. Wouldnât do to alarm him.
"Is⌠umâŚÂ is your insomnia flaring up again? I should go. IâŚÂ really need to be getting home anyway. Early morning at work, you know." Youâre babbling nervously, canât seem to stop as you start to gather up your clothes. You hurry as much as you can without letting go of the duvet, unwilling to lose the only barrier of protection you have against him.Â
âIâll⌠um⌠Just let meââ you stammer as you scoop your ruined tights into your handbag and grab your boots. You back prickles uneasily and you have to force yourself not to look over your shoulder and see if heâs still standing there watching you. âIâll just get dressed and be on my way.â
You donât look at him or wait for a response. Things in hand and bedding still wrapped firmly around yourself, you scuttle across the flat like a deranged hermit crab, relieved to find that the doorway you spotted is, indeed the loo. You retreat inside, closing the accordion door firmly shut behind you.
Encased in the darkness of the small room, you listen anxiously for any noise from the rest of the flat, but all you can hear is your heart beating loudly in your ears. You fumble blindly with your handbag, pawing through the keys and makeup and all the other odds and ends that seem to accumulate despite your best efforts, cursing yourself for not being more organised.
Finally, after an infinitely long moment of listening to your breathing come faster and faster as you search, your hand closes around your phone, and you yank it free. Your fingers are clumsy as you thumb it open, turning on the flashlight so you can find the pull cord for the bathroom light and tug it down until the room flickers with a jarring glaring brightness.Â
You squint down at your phone, and the familiar background screen of you and Steven looks back up at you. Something akin to guilt floods your chest when you pull up the Uber app to secure a ride homeâETA: 6 mins. Itâs followed immediately by relief.Â
You need the loo, but you feel too exposed to actually sit down for a pee while starkers. Itâs ridiculous really, this isnât a Hitchcock movie, and logically you know that no one is going to attack you from behind the shower curtain. Still you opt for dressing yourself as quickly as you can.Â
Fully clothed and with your escape route secured, you feel a tiny bit better, but the tightness in your chest refuses to dissipate fully.Â
You use the loo and wash your hands. Catching sight of yourself in the tiny mirror above the sink, you run a quick hand over your hair before giving it up as a bad job, less worried about your looks than⌠than⌠What is it that youâre worried about anyway? Â
Standing there staring at your reflection, peaky and fretful under the harsh light, you wrap your arms around yourself and wonder what the bloody hell is going on with you. Youâre being ridiculous.
Itâs just Steven, right? Your sweet, caring Steven. Except itâs not.
He hasnât really even done anything untoward, and yet here you are, your heart in your throat, ready to jump out of your skin at the slightest provocation.Â
He was just so oddly still. Loose and almost... relaxed in a way youâre not used to from Steven.Â
Maybe thatâs it, you tell yourself, trying to pluck up the courage to open the door to the rest of the flat. People sometimes act differently after sex. (Case in point: whatever is going on with you right now.)
Maybe this is just what Steven is like once he finally lets himself relax?
The thought warms you, makes the tightness in your chest relax marginally. But the warmth fades as soon as you open the door to find him standing in the middle of the room, staring at you.
Heâs dressed now as well in the well-fitted t-shirt and dark jacket, so different from his usual oversized clothes. You note absently that itâs a good look on him, but the thought never truly takes hold because youâre too focused on his eyes, just as piercing as before. Another shiver works its way up your spine. This isnât just your imagination.Â
Something is wrong with Steven, and everything inside you is screaming that you need to get out of here.Â
Now.
âIâll just⌠um⌠wait downstairs, shall I?â
He says nothing, and youâre glad, even though thatâs wrong too. Steven always offers to walk you, but this time youâre just as happy to be away from him that much sooner.
Youâre uncomfortably aware of the weight of his eyes on you as you make your way to the door and start to unfasten the frankly ridiculous number of locks and deadbolts. Even for London this is a bit of an overkill, isnât it?
Once you finally get the door open, you flash Steven one last wave and a quick, âsee you around.â You duck out the door before he can reply, shutting it gently behind you. Resisting the urge to let your head thunk forward against the wood, you turn and head for the lift, still feeling odd about the whole interaction and vaguely on edge.
What was that? Why do you feel more like a witness fleeing a crime scene than a woman bidding a fond goodnight to her boyfriend?
It doesnât help your nerves that the hallway is dark and empty and one of the lights keeps flickering, lending the whole space an eerie feel. You almost wish youâd asked Steven to walk you down, but you want your Steven, awkward and openly affectionate, not the odd, mostly-silent man youâve just left behind in his flat.
You reach the lift and punch the call button, prompting a deep hum as the machinery starts to move. Youâre staring at the bright red LED light indicating which floor itâs on, willing it to arrive when something grabs hold of your wrist. Hard and unyielding. The persistent grip makes you flinch, jerking your hand back and spinning around to confront⌠Steven.Â
Heâs right there behind you, looming over you, looking impossibly large and menacing, and your heart hammers in your chest. You take an involuntary step backwards and clutch your bag to your chest. Your back bumps up against something cold, and you nearly shriek before realising youâve backed into the door of the lift.Â
God, what is wrong with you tonight!?Â
Itâs just Steven, you tell yourself, willing your rabbiting heart to slow down. (But itâs not. Something inside you is still screaming that this is not your Steven. His eyes are wrong, his stance is wrong, his fucking hair is wrong.)
And you donât know what you expect (the worst. Oh god, since when have you expected the worst from Steven?) but it isnât for him to take a step back and hold his hands up in the universal gesture of harmlessness.Â
Harmless⌠right. What a laugh. Right now he looks anything but. Except...
He regards you steadily, eyes dark in his too-serious face. Heâs still too still, too... much to be your Steven, but...
Thereâs something about the way heâs giving you space. The way the stillness is deliberate now, controlled. Heâs not trying to make himself smallerânot the way Steven always doesâbut heâs holding himself back. The power obvious in every line of his body is being restrained in an effort to reassure you, and itâs enough to overcome the worst of your irrational fear.
Thereâs a tilt of his head, as he gives you a nod, one that seems to say, âthatâs right. Youâre okay.â And as those dark eyes burn into yours, you can almost bring yourself to believe it.Â
He seems to notice too, something shifting subtly in his face. His lips curve up into a small smile, but even that is wrong⌠almost condescending. And he tips his head slightly to the right.
Itâs then that you notice your cheap watch hanging from his hand, the stupid thing looking tiny and delicate in his thick fingers.Â
Oh. Oh God. Youâve made a right idiot of yourself, haven't you? Embarrassed warmth floods your cheeks. He must think youâre a complete nutter, overreacting like that over the return of a wristwatch.Â
Your eyes shift from your watch back to his face, and there's somethingâthe slightest quirk of an eyebrow or maybe the way that one corner of his mouth ticks up higherâthat turns the expression cruel, like heâs having a laugh at your expense.Â
The heat spreads and prickles up over the back of your neck, making your ears burn. Youâre not even sure anymore if it's nerves or embarrassment or something else entirely, but it rubs you the wrong way all the same, and annoyance comes to the forefront.Â
Narrowing your eyes, you send him a look that would ordinarily have Steven withering, but it only seems to amuse the man in front of you.
"Thanks," you tell him flatly, not quite daring to pop off the way you want to. Instead you hesitantly step forward into his space to grab the watch from him. The band pops apartâof course it doesâleaving you each holding half of the useless thing, and you have to scramble to grab the other half from his hand under his taunting gaze.Â
What is wrong with you? What is wrong with Steven!? God, you just want to be done with this and far, far away from here.
Like the answer to your prayers, a loud ding sounds out in the silence, heralding the arrival of the lift.Â
The doors open behind you, and you back in, unwilling to take your eyes off the man who continues to watch you with the same expression of condescending amusement. Once youâre far enough in, you punch the button for the ground floor, and give him a perfunctory wave as the doors close between you, breathing a sigh of relief once the lift begins to move.
Still, itâs not until youâre safely ensconced in the uber on the way back to your flat that you feel like you can finally take a full breath again. And as soon as you do, doubt floods into you along with it.
What in the bloody hell was that!?Â
Why did you react that way? Somehow, in the veritable sea of red flags lining the road of your relationship with Steven, nothing else has set you off like this.
The whole thing seems surreal, and the farther from Stevenâs flat you get, the less sure you are of what happened. Was he really even behaving oddly? Or were you the odd one for overreactingâpractically having kittens over your boyfriend⌠what? Not fawning over you the way he usually does or nattering on about one of his interests in the middle or the night?Â
Your logical mind is scrambling for some rational explanation: Itâs not outrageous to think Steven might be out of sorts because he couldnât sleep. Or perhaps you had an unremembered bad dream, and the anxiety bled over into wakefulness. Half two in the morning is not anyoneâs best hour.Â
But the way he looked at you there at the end, like you were nothing to himâŚ
No matter how you try to explain what happened or excuse it away, the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach remains the same. As does the fact that, for a bit there, for whatever reason, you were afraid to be alone with Steven.Â
And thatâs a giant fucking red flag if youâve ever seen one. One you donât know if you can get past.Â
You donât get any sleep that night, and the entirety of the following workday is a fog. Thereâs spreadsheets and Team meetings and more spreadsheets, and thank God none of it requires your active brain capacity, because you have none to give today. Your thoughts are entirely preoccupied with last night, and trying to decide what to do about Steven.
The logical part of you votes for cutting your losses and ending things now before you get in too deep. Part of you thinks itâs already too late.
Your phone pings from your bag, and despite your uncertainty and everything that happened last night, your heart still skips excitedly at the thought that it might be Steven. Fishing it out, you unlock it, anticipating a text from Steven; expecting him to be checking in on you the way he always does.Â
Except, itâs not Steven.Â
Instead itâs an unsolicited picture of an unimpressive specimen of male genitalia taken under the most unflattering fluorescent bathroom light possible. Definitely not Steven.Â
Hello, unwanted dick pic #13.Â
God, this is what you would have to look forward to if you break it off with Steven, isnât it? A return to the dystopian, post-apocalyptic landscape that is the London dating scene.
You donât want to go back to unsolicited dick pics; questionable men, who are either lying about their marriage status or their profile picture; and blokes who leer at you like youâre a piece of meat hanging from a hook in the window display of a butcherâs store.Â
But most of all you donât want to go back to dating strange random men, because you want to be dating Steven.Â
You like Steven.Â
You like his puppy dog eyes, and his awkward adoration, and his enthusiasm. You like the silly texts that he sends you throughout the work dayâ random photos of cute dogs on the Tube or Egyptian artefacts with captions full of lame puns and emojis and the reason why he thought of you.Â
You like all of it.Â
You like Steven. You like Steven a lot. Before last night, you might even have said you were falling in loâ (No. No, youâre not going there. Not right now.)Â
But last night was... not good. Quite bad, in fact, wasn't it? You can admit that now. In the space of that last quarter hour with Steven, he made you feel scared and... and... small. And you donât know how to deal with that from someone youâre supposed to be able to trust.Â
Donât know if you even want to try.
God, youâre a mess.Â
You shoot yet another glance at the wall clock, but itâs still not half five.Â
Youâve spent the last several hours counting down the minutes and seconds until you can clock out, but the more you check the time, the more it seems to drag on until you think the hands must be clinging to the face of the clock, slowing time itself just to taunt you.Â
It takes an eternity and a half but then, finally, the clock ticks over.Â
You gather up your belongings in a daze and bid your coworkers an absentminded goodbye before wandering off to the lift. You stare at your own reflection, distorted in the metallic sidewall as the lift descends, still fretting about Steven.
Do you want to break up with him? Keep seeing him? How the bloody hell are you supposed to know when you don't even know what it will be like when you see him again?
When the doors open on the ground floor, you can hear that thereâs some kind of commotion taking place at reception.Â
âSir, Iâm going to ask you one final time: Who are you here to see?â The no-nonsense voice booms through the entrance hall of your office buildingÂ
Susan, the loveable old battle-axe of a receptionist, is giving some poor bloke a hard time again. Nothing unusual there. You can hear her barking out, âIf you donât give me a name right now, youâre going to have to leave. This isnât a bus stop, alright?âÂ
âSorry, Sorry.âÂ
Oh God. You recognise that voice. Â
âI'm not loitering or anything dodgy like that. I'm just waiting for my... girlâuh... lady... um⌠friend."
Rounding the corner, you see him.Â
Puppydog Steven has returned. Heâs wearing another novelty print button down and a hangdog expression. Back stooped and hunching into himself, heâs standing in front of the receptionist desk, holding a bouquet of roses the size of a carnival prize in front of himself like a shield.Â
âSteven?âÂ
At your voice, he turns towards you, hunching further over into himself like heâs bracing himself for a blow. As you approach, you can tell heâs nervous and unhappy in a way you havenât seen since your first date, and your first thought is that something awful must have happened, because of the contrast between last night and now beggars belief.Â
âThis one yours then, love?â Susan asks, still eyeing Steven like he might be about to make off with the electronics.
âYeah, heâs um⌠Yeah. Thanks, Susan,â you flash her a placating smile, then turn to Steven. Â
âSteven, whatâs wrong? Why are youâ,â but you donât even get the chance to finish the question before he interrupts you.
âIâm sorry. Oh God, this is why I donâtâ Sorry, sorry. Iââ The words are disjointed, tripping over each other in his hurry to get them out, but clearly some sort of garbled apology. âLook, if Iâ If I did something last night that made you uncomfortable, Iâmâ Oh God, Iâm so sorry.âÂ
In your peripheral view you can see Susan, working studiously at the corner of the reception desk that offers the best position for her to listen in on your private conversation with Steven. Youâre acutely aware of various other onlookers who seem to all have found reasons to loiter in the reception area as well. Unless you want to be the star of the workplace gossip blasted in the office kitchen tomorrow morning, you need to move the two of you somewhere less public, and quickly.Â
âSusan, can you block off one of the meeting rooms for me?â
She gives you a slightly dubious look, and for a moment you think sheâll refuse. Susan lives for any morsel of gossip to keep her entertained. But to your surprise, she does you a solid without any further prompting.Â
âRoom 10, pet.âÂ
âThanks. Iâll owe you one.â You flash Susan a grateful smile and make a mental note to get her one of those fancy coffees she likes from the cafe around the corner for brekkie tomorrow.
âCâmon.â You grab the cuff of Stevenâs shirt and tug gently.
Steven follows your lead, allowing you to pull him with you down the hallway of conference rooms. Rounding a corner, into a more secluded bit of hallway, you follow the corridor until you reach the last door in the row. The one to the conference room that affords the most privacy.
Swinging the door open, you all but shove Steven inside before closing the door behind the two of you. You flip the lock to ensure there are no unwanted interruptions before turning back to Steven.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry,â he starts again as soon as youâre facing him.Â
âSteven, Steven. It's alright,â you interrupt, attempting to reassure him, because God, he looks miserableâevery inch the cowering puppydog, just waiting for the kick he knows is comingâand you canât bear for him to look like that. But he just shuts his eyes like looking at you is painful. He shakes his head, the set of his mouth all misery, and then your heart skips a beat when his eyes snap open and lock onto yours with an intensity thatâs startlingly reminiscent of the night before.Â
âI justâ Look, Iâ Youâre the best bloody thing Iâve had in my life in a long timeâmaybe everâand⌠and last night was amazing. Betterâway betterâthan anything I couldâve ever imagined.â
Heâs so open, so honest, gazing at you with large, pleading eyes. You feel yourself melting despite your earlier indecision on whether you should be done with him, especially when he continues.
âLast night was perfect,â he says with fervent conviction, but then falters and looks down, apparently shy. You feel your heart squeeze at how adoring he is. âAt least, I thought so. You were perfect. And I got to fall asleep with you, which was perfect too. But then I woke up and you were gone. And Iâm afraid Iâve bollocksed it all up somehow, the way I always do. Good ol' Steven, can't pull a bird to save his life, let alone hold onto one. And it never mattered so much before, but now it does because itâs you, andâŚâ
And heâs still talking, but youâre stuck on one particular part of that word vomit.
He said⌠he said that he woke up and you were gone. But thatâs not right. You know thatâs not right. He woke up before you, so clearly you were still there! Does he... not remember?Â
You almost ask. Almost say so directly, but something holds you back. Some lingering fear prevents you from bringing up your last unnerving middle-of-the-night encounter. An absurd worry that you donât dare mention that other, wrong Steven for fear of summoning him back.
Instead you interrupt Stevenâs rambling to probe gently, âI was gone when you woke up?â
Steven nods.
âYeah, this morning. Mustâve worn me out âcause I slept straight through.â He gives you a small shy smile that fades quickly when you donât return it. âWas nearly late for work.â
Youâre still reeling, your mind stuck on the bit where he doesnât remember interacting with you in the middle of the night at all. (Maybe the idea of it being not your Steven isnât so far-fetched after all?) But Steven doesnât give you any time to consider; he barely even pauses for breath before barrelling on.
âI donât blame you for leaving, of course, but I canât help thinking that I mustâveââ he cuts himself off, gaze dropping to the floor like he canât bear to look at you. âLook, you... you have to know by now. How dodgy my memory is sometimes. Missing dates or showing up on the wrong day and all that, yeah? Sometimes things happen that I donât remember. I do things that I donât remember. And I canât bearââÂ
He breaks off, swallows hard, and finally looks up to meet your eyes. His gaze is serious and direct in a way that almost reminds you of last night, except that thereâs no hint of that dreadful, supercilious amusement.
âI canât help thinking that I mustâve done something, and Iâmâ Iâm sorry if Iâ Sorry. Iâ Just please.â His eyes are huge, round and still so open and honest, and thereâs something else there too as he continues, âPlease tell me that I didnât do anything to hurt or upset you.â
Fear. Itâs fear youâre seeing in his eyes and written across his face. You recognize it now, and you think your heart might break over how scared he looks. Completely terrified over the idea that he might have hurt or upset you.
âSteven... â You hesitate, brow furrowing as you trail off, not sure what to say or how to describe what happened last night.
âOh. Iâ Oh. I did, didnât I?â He looks vaguely sick at the idea and starts to back away, the hand holding the roses dropping to his side as he hunches into himself all over again, spewing apologies twice as fast as before. âSorry. Iâm so sorry. Iâmâ Oh God, what did I do? Whatever it was, Iâm sorry. I wouldnât everâ Or would I? Guess I did, didnât I? God Iâmâ Iâm so sorry. I canât imagine why I wouldâŚâ
This whole conversation has been a lot to take in, but Steven is clearly distraught, set to go on self-chastising indefinitely for something that seems to be out of his control. You hate to see him this wayâitâs painful to watch his quick descent into misery and self-hatred.
âStevenâ Steven!â You try to interrupt his spiral, but he doesnât even pause. You donât know what to say to break him out of it, so you stop him the best way you know how.
Surging forward, you grab onto the lapels of his jacket to hold him in place while you press your lips to his. Itâs a little awkwardâSteven is still talking, mouth open when you make contact, and you misjudged the angle slightlyâbut it does shut him up rather handily.
His eyes flutter closed and he melts against you with a moan so sweet that you want to tuck it away in a keepsake box and keep it all to yourself. When you pull back a moment later, his eyes are half-lidded and dazed, and heâs wearing an expression like heâs forgotten how to carry out the simple task of breathing.Â
âItâs alright, Steven,â you soothe him and it is. With him anyway. Youâre not sure whatâs going on exactly, but you know you loâ that you care about Steven a lot and donât want to lose him to⌠whatever it is that happened last night.
He blinks, gaze focusing slightly as heâs coming back to earth. Then he really looks at you. And the dazed confusion is coloured with something akin to hopefulness in those wide eyes.Â
âSo, I didnât⌠do anything to hurt you?â Those round, pitch dark eyes are so sincere. So ridiculously vulnerable like he was never introduced to the concept of self-preservation. Steven is the living embodiment of wearing his heart on his sleeves to the point where you worry for him sometimes.Â
You shake your head no, a smile tugging at your lips at the sight of him, because when that sincerity is pointed in your direction you canât help the swell of affection in your chest. Â
And itâs true.Â
He didnât do anything to hurt you. You were unsettled at worst, and youâve got the beginning of a suspicion that somehow it may not even have been Steven you were dealing with last night at all.
âSo weâre... um...â he pauses and licks his lips, hesitating, and you try not to get distracted by the way his pink tongue slicks over the swell of his bottom lip, âWeâre good then, yeah?â
You nod, smile spreading wider despite yourself. âYeah. Weâre good.â
âYouâre... Youâre sure?â he presses. Heâs still gazing at you with those dark puppydog eyes, uncertainty painted across every line of his face. One stray curl has furled up against his forehead as he bites down onto his bottom lip, worrying the plump flesh.Â
You reach for him without thinking, wanting to reassure him, and you pull him in to plant another short, chaste kiss against his lips.
Eager for you as always, Steven meets your kiss. Soft, warm lips pressed to yours for a long moment, and then heâs licking into your mouth with a hungry enthusiasm that has your knees ready to go out from under you. His free hand comes up to wrap around your back, and you bury your own hands in his riotous curls as he kisses you hard enough to bend you back over his arm.Â
Stevenâs kisses are always ravenous, but this time in particular, he kisses you like heâs seeking salvation from your lips; like youâre water when heâs dying of thirst, and heâs determined to consume all of you that he can get before you change your mind. Â
You have to plant your hands on his shoulders, barely managing to pull away from his lips long enough to catch oxygen into your lungs. He releases you with obvious reluctance, and your knees are weak enough that you take a moment to be sure theyâll hold you before you take a step back to look him over, drinking in the sight of him.Â
Collar askew, curls a frantic mess over his forehead, kiss-swollen lips, just a hint of uncertainty lingering in those big, dark eyes. Fuck, heâs so damned gorgeous.
And okay, yes, you want to reassure him, but youâre certainly not opposed to messing him up a little bit more in the process. Messy is such a good look on him after all.Â
You sneak a quick glance at the wall clock aboveâ6pm, after office hours.Â
There may still be some unlucky souls still working upstairs in the office space, but no one is going to be using these ground floor meeting rooms at this hour. No one except you, that is, and you know exactly what you want to do with that privacy.
Grasping Stevenâs collar, you tug at it to lead him further into the room.Â
He follows without resistance, but clumsily, nearly tripping on the carpeted floor. Too busy staring at you to watch his footing. Heâs like a puppy learning to walk on a leash, and itâs adorable.Â
You lead him to the mahogany conference table, and take the bouquet from his unresisting hand, laying it down gently on the table top before pulling out one of the large rolling office chairs. A bit of manoeuvring, and youâve got Steven standing in front of the chair with his back to the door, just in case.Â
He gasps when you drop to your knees in front of him, and makes an abortive movement like he meant to catch you by your shoulders but was too slow, leaving his hand hanging there uselessly in midair. Â
The rough carpet scratches at your skin through your tights, but you keep your attention on Steven as you make quick work of unbuckling his belt.Â
You can see the moment it dawns on him exactly what your intentions are. His eyes grow comically large, tongue darting out in a nervous fit to lick over the swell of his lower lip.
âWait, wait. What are youâ? Thereâs people outside. We canât do this here, can we?â He sounds scandalised, and it makes you want to show him just how scandalous you can be.
âItâs fine,â you tell him, nuzzling at the crotch of his jeans and breathing in the scent of him, before the soft whisper of the metal zipper being lowered fills the room.Â
âWe shouâoh fuck, that feels soâŚâShouldnât be doing this though, should we?â
For all his protesting, Steven is already half hard, the incriminating evidence pressing against the front of his underwear. His throat constricts as he swallows, a nervous reflex.
You still, fingers hooked into the edge of his jeans and underwear, and peer up at him.Â
âSteven. Do you want me to stop?â
âNo.â The response is instantaneous, accompanied by a vigorous shaking of his head. âI-Iâ Donât stop. Keep⌠um⌠keep going, please. If you want to.âÂ
âGood.â You tug down the jeans and pants down over the ample curve of his ass to his thighs in one fluid motion, and his cock springs free from the constraints, rising to slap gently against his stomach.Â
âThen sit down.â You wrap both hands around his hips and give the gentlest of pushes, but he drops down so forcefully itâs like youâve tackled him.Â
Heâs so distractedâeyes wide and shell-shocked and glued on youâthat he nearly misses the chair, not quite making it square in the seat. The chair wheels squeak noisily, as his momentum sends it rolling backwards away from you.Â
You blink in disbelief.Â
"Oh bugger. Sorry, sorry. Let me just...â Steven, clearly mortified, tries to course correct, planting his feet to kick forward, but he miscalculates the trajectory and sends the chair into a spin instead. âOh god, I'm so sorry."Â
Giddy relief fills your chest, and you canât help the laughter that bubbles up in your throat. Dear God, why are things with the two of you always like this? Itâs practically a comedy of errors.Â
Still, if there was any doubt before, itâs definitely gone now. This manâthe man in front of you, awkward and fumbling and sweetâis your Steven.Â
You shake your head and climb to your feet, still smiling as you walk over to him. Planting your hands on the armrests, you force the chair to a stop. Stevenâs horrified expression, now inches from your own face, nearly sends you into another fit of giggles.Â
âStay,â you order with a fond smile. âDonât move. Just relax, alright? Iâve got you.â
While Steven is normally very good at taking orders from you, this is one that he entirely fails to follow. His whole body remains tense, fingers flexing as they hover nervously in the air until you take them and guide them to the armrests where they grip and hold on tight.
You drop to your knees again and lean forward until youâre caged in by his spread legs on either side of you. Steven lets out a breathless gasp even though you havenât so much as touched him yet.Â
On your knees like this, your face inches away from his cock, you get an up and close personal view that you werenât privy to the night before. The head is flushed dark pink and it shines slick with the precome thatâs beading at the blunt tip.Â
Even his cock is ridiculously pretty. Itâs really not fair.Â
This close the scent of him is even stronger, clean, with a hint of musk and something altogether Steven. Parting your lips, you ghost your breath over him, relishing the way he practically whines at the sensation, his cock twitching and jerking, more precome welling out to drip down the impressive length of him.
So sensitive, your Steven.
You dart out the tip of your tongue to lap up the runner of liquid. Itâs a barely-there touch, but from the sound he makes, youâd think you had punched him square in the solar plexus. The choked-out, pitiful sob makes the blood in your veins sing.Â
You do it again, just to see if heâll make the same noise.
He does.Â
Then again, and he moans, long and breathless, and it shivers through you. Makes you want to see what other sounds you can pull from him. But first you pull back for a moment.
âShall I continue then?â you ask, pretty sure you know the answer already.
âYes, please. God yes.â His voice is breathless, desperate, and you canât help the self-satisfied smile tugging at your lips.
You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and it jumps in your grip, thick and hot and throbbing against your palm. You love how reactive he is. Looking him in the eye, you drag your tongue against your bottom lip to wet it for him. Then without further ado, you wrap your lips around him.
âShit. Oh bloodyâShit.â His whole body stiffens under the assault of your mouth, and you can feel him pulsing on your tongue.
Closing your eyes, you savour the sounds he makes for you. Keen little noises and punched out gasps like youâre holding him under water and drowning him in sensations until he can barely breathe.Â
His reactions, the way his cock twitches, the sweet tang of precome on your tongue; itâs all perfect, and your stomach clenches with arousal and the aching need to touch yourself.Â
Itâs tempting, so tempting, to slip a hand under your skirt and indulge in your own pleasure, but you want to stay focused on Steven right now. Want to be able to take in every minute detail of his response to you. So you keep your hands wrapped firmly around the base of him as your mouth inches down, taking as much of him as you can before backing off again to tease him with just the tip of your tongue.Â
"Oh God, oh God, that feels amazing. You're so--oh fuck--so good at this⌠I mean why wouldn't you be? I mean... oh God.â Heâs babbling. Fingers gripping the armrest so hard that his knuckles have gone ghost-white. âPleasedon'tstop."
It is, possibly, the worldâs worst and most adorable attempt at dirty talking. But it hardly matters. Steven is so responsive to your every touch, so obviously overwhelmed, that itâs impossible to take his words the wrong way. Impossible not to be aroused by his enthusiastic reactions.
When you kiss the tip of him, he keens. When you swirl your tongue, tracing shapes against the sensitive head, heâll cant his hips upwards, in an attempt to get even deeper. When you grant him exactly that, letting him slide him deeper into your mouth, his hands fly to your shoulder, fingers flexing there, digging in until theyâre just short of painful.Â
And all the while heâs watching you with awe, gaze locked on you, as though heâs afraid to look away in case you disintegrate under his hands. As though he can hardly believe youâre real.
That look in his eyes makes you burn. Makes you want to do even more for him. To make him feel as good as humanly possible. So you suck and kiss and lick every inch of him you can, your hand wrapped in a tight fist around his slick girth to work what your mouth is unable to.Â
One large, shaking hand comes up to cup the side of your face, his thumb barely ghosting over the corner of your mouth where it's stretched wide around his cock before moving to your cheek. He rubs small, soothing circles over your cheekbone, gentle even as he's writhing under your mouth. The tender, doting touch sends pleasure skittering down your spine.Â
Even now, with you on your knees for him, the man is trying so hard to hold back. To be careful with you. His hips barely hitching up to meet your mouth, as you lick and lap at every inch you can.Â
âGod, look at you. Youâre so pretty. I canât believe youâre actuallyââ He breaks off, gasping, then starts again, barely seeming aware of what heâs saying, âYour mouth feels so good. So fucking pretty, you are. Can youâ Can you take me deeper?â Then when you hum an assent around his cock, âOh God, oh pleaseâŚâÂ
The words coming out of him arenât even particularly filthy, but they affect you all the same.Â
Heat blossoms in your stomach at how wrecked his voice is as he pants out how pretty you look over and over again. You can feel how wet you areâdripping into the already soaked cotton of your knickers. You squeeze your legs together, moaning around his cock when the pressure makes your cunt clench around nothing.Â
âOh. Youâreâ? Fuck. Youâre enjoying this, arenât you?â Steven gasps out, and you pull back far enough to look up at him and shoot him a cheeky wink.
âGod, youâre amazing,â he groans, thrusting up into your mouth just once, like he canât help himself, then stilling. Whatever shyness or uncertainty had him tongue tied just a few minutes ago seems to be gone, and he starts to beg for you to âTouch yourself for me, love. Please. Fuck. Want you to enjoy yourself too. Please.âÂ
Hah. As though you werenât already enjoying yourself thoroughly.Â
Still, itâs no great hardship to do as he asks, so you pull off slowly, teasingly, and sit back on your heels to look up at him. Collapsed back in the chair, chest heaving, cheeks flushed and curls in complete disarray as those dark eyes burn down into yours, he looks gorgeously undone.Â
God, and he says you're the pretty one?Â
You canât help but lose yourself in admiring him for a long moment.
Too long of a moment, apparently, because his brows draw together and the light of uncertainty starts to flood those big brown eyes. His hands rise to flutter in the air, a sure sign heâs feeling insecure.Â
Quickly, before he has a chance to overthink things too much, you make a show of sliding one hand down to cup your breast. Between your office clothes and sensible bra, you donât get much out of it, but youâve certainly captured Stevenâs attention.
He looks utterly gobsmacked, mouth hanging open, and his eyes remain glued to your hand as it continues its descent down your body, and up under your skirt. His swollen, shiny cock jerking and leaking precome in an entirely gratifying manner.
You press a hand between your thighs over your clothes and gasp when even that muted pressure sends pleasure streaking through you. Thereâs an awkward moment as you scramble for the edge of your tights, and manage to drag them down far enough to wedge your hand under and into your knickers.Â
The angle is cramped and uncomfortable, but so, so worth it to be able to rub slippery little circles over your clit. Fuck, youâre already so wet, and you canât help but moan as you feel wetness leaking down between your thighs every time your cunt clenches.
âOh my days,â Steven breathes, eyes as wide as youâve ever seen them as his gaze flits between your face and the hand buried beneath your skirt. He seems to have forgotten about his own arousal entirely, totally focused on you.
And, well, that just wonât do.
When he looks up at your face again, you catch his gaze and send him a naughty smile before ducking forward and taking his cock in your mouth again.Â
Steven lets out a gasping moan that sounds like itâs torn from his very soul, and this time his hips rise to meet you, no longer holding back. Heâs all instincts and hunger now, and youâre reminded of the Steven who took control from you last night and drove you to three orgasms so intense that they left your legs numb in their wake.Â
His cock fills your mouth perfectly, and itâs almost too much. You struggle for a moment to fit all of him, but then the two of you find a rhythm between you that lets you take him deep without choking.Â
You rock your hips against your hand in time with his thrusts, and the muscles of your forearm ache as you chase your pleasure. It feels so good that you keep forgetting to time your breathing, but fuck, you barely care. Canât help but love the burn of it down to your lungs. The taste of him, bittersweet and tangy on your tongue, is intoxicating and you could easily get addicted to this. To the uninhibited sounds heâs making at your touch and the taste and smell of him.
Youâre overwhelmed, surrounded by him, head swimming with it. Or perhaps itâs the lack of air that has reality going a bit woozy around the edges as you match each roll of his hips into your waiting mouth with a roll of yours rocking against your hand. Your world narrows down to his cock in your mouth, his voice in your ears, and the devastating ebb of pleasure pours through you, building higher with each advance and retreat.Â
Itâs too much and just the right amount because suddenly youâre there, right on the edge. Donât realise that youâre moaning until the sound cuts off when you shove forward, desperate to take Steven as deep as possible. You roll your hips down one last time, pressing hard against your clit, and thatâs all it takes.
You come hard, white hot bliss surging through you as you convulse on the floor of an empty conference room, Stevenâs cock lodged as deep in your throat as you can take him.Â
Dimly you hear Stevenâs shocked âOh Lord, are youâ? Oh my God!â and then a broken, breathy litany of âOh God oh God oh God,â but it hardly registers.
You hold there as long as you can, until your lungs burn and the muscles of your arm threaten to cramp and youâve wrung every last drop out of pleasure you can out of your orgasm.Â
Finally, shuddering with overstimulation, you have to pull back. Pulling your slick hand out of your underclothes, you flex your aching fingers, chest heaving as you suck in a long overdue breath and then another.
âOh God, oh God, donât stop.â The head of Stevenâs slippery, wet cock glances off your equally slick lips as his hips rise to chase your mouth, âPleasepleasepleaseâ I needâ Fuck. Please donât stop.âÂ
His cock is twitching in your hand in protest from the sudden lack of attention. The length of it is dripping from your spit, precome flowing from the fat tip as if itâs drooling, glistening under the ceiling light.Â
You canât help the shudder that works its way through you when your oversensitive cunt clenches at the depraved sight.Â
If your goal was to make a mess of him youâve certainly succeeded.
To buy yourself time to catch your breath, you press saliva-slick kisses along his hardened length, relishing the way Steven descends completely into incoherence.
Half sentences and broken off words, begging for your mouth. Itâs a far cry from the man who was all shy nerves, and worried about people being outside not so very long ago.
And you love it. You love it all.
The sounds heâs making are intoxicating. You want desperately to hear how loud he can get, but thereâs a little voice in the back of your head warning that this is not the place to let the volume become an issue.
There shouldnât be anyone down by this hallway, but the way that Steven is carrying on, you worry the sound will carry far enough that your co-workers on the floor above, still in their offices, will be able to hear you two.
âSteven,â you murmur, pressing another kiss to the fat tip of him, âI need you to keep quiet for me.â
You tilt your head until you can sneak a glance at him. How utterly ruined he looks, chest heaving, rising and falling in tides, eyes dazed, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. You canât help but smile, fluttering your eyelashes for his attention as you lap up the precome oozing down his cock with little kitten licks, savouring the way he shivers violently below you.Â
You know youâre being mean. Heâs so overwhelmed that he looks like he is going to jump out of his skin, but you canât resist as you continue to tease him.
âYou donât want me to have to stop, now do you?âÂ
He whines at that, and if you had the luxury of time and privacy, youâd scold him again, drag out your fun and tease him just a tiny bit more.
âSorry. Iâm sorry.â Steven begs so prettily, shuddering below you as he stutters out, âIâIâll be good. Quiet, I promise. Please, please donât stop.â
âGood,â you say, then you lean down again and take him back into your mouth.Â
His hand flies up to his mouth, and he clamps a wide palm over it in a desperate attempt to quiet himself. It helps some, but you can still hear the muffled groan that rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest.Â
Your previous established rhythm falls apart.Â
His hips stutter into a staccato pace as he thrusts into your mouth in a desperate attempt to get deeper. The telltale sign of his sharp jaw tensing, the small muscle there flexing. Those gorgeous doe eyes roll to the back of his head, his face awash in pleasure.Â
God, heâs fucking beautiful like this. You donât think youâll ever get used to the sight of him.Â
From the way his thighs are trembling, you know he must be teetering on the edge even before he warns you with a hoarse and broken, âClose. IâIâm close.âÂ
You hum, and the vibration makes him hiss like youâve burnt him. His hands come to frame your face, attempting to gently pry you off of him.
You let him pull you away just long enough to form words, hands still wrapped around him to replace the momentum with firm strokes to keep him on the edge, as he twitches and jerks in your palm.Â
âDo you want to come in my mouth, Steven?â
He shivers, his eyes are shut tight, and for a moment you arenât sure if he heard you at all. But then he nods forcefully, choking out a rough, âFuck. You canât justâ God. Yeah. Yes. Fuck. Please,â that has the tip of your ears tingling.Â
God, he sounds ruined.Â
He also sounds loud, and he isnât stopping.
âSteven.â Your voice is flat, cutting through his desperate rambling. âShut it.â Â
A strangled moan tears out of him at your command, and somehow the suppressed noises heâs making are even louder than when he was babbling.Â
In a sudden fit of inspiration, you shove the fingers of your other hand, still sticky with your slick into his mouth. His tongue drags against you, and he gasps around the intruding digits. At the same time, you lean down to take him as deep as he goes, swallowing down the urge to gag when he hits the back of your throat. His body goes rigid, throwing his head back and baring his long graceful throat to you with a muffled groan. He suckles at your fingers, mouth hot against your sticky skin, and you can feel it the moment that he comes. His cock pulsing warm and thick against your tongue, as he floods your mouth, tangy and slightly bitter.Â
Itâs quite possibly the hottest thing youâve ever experienced, and it makes you want to drag out that pleasure for him and ruin him even more.Â
You hold him in your mouth, tongue lavishing at the stiff underside of his cock, your own fingers pressing against his tongue as he writhes underneath you. You donât let up, drawing things out until his thighs are shaking violently beneath you and youâre sure that the overstimulation must be bordering on the painful.
Only then do you pull away, sitting back to take in the sight of Steven. Rosy-flushed cheeks, and half-lidded eyes boring into you. Heâs staring down at you like youâve hung the stars and moon in the night lit sky one by one.Â
All of a sudden, you find yourself feeling almost shy under that loving gaze. Flustered at the adoring attention from him. You feel silly to be the object of that devotion, while youâre still on your knees, knickers and chin equally sticky, and the remnants of his come still lingering on your tongue.Â
You donât know what to say or do next, but it doesnât matter.
Before you can even try to figure it out, Steven surges forward, dropping down to his knees in front of you and closing the distance between you to crash his lips against yours. He licks into your mouth with frantic desperation, apparently uncaring that you still taste of his come.Â
You can taste yourself in his mouth as well, as Steven devours your mouth with a hungry fervour that youâve come to associate with his touch.Â
Itâs sweet; itâs depraved; itâs ravenous.Â
Itâs all the contradictions of Steven himself wrapped into a kiss. And for better or worse, itâs something youâre not sure you can live without anymore.Â
Eventually he slows in his pace, until the one kiss dissolves into many, syrupy and languid in a way that makes the air around you thin. And then...
âGod, I love you.â He sighs the words gently into your mouth, so blissful and contented that it takes a moment for you to realise what was said.
You stiffen in his arms as his words fully register with you. Pulling away, you draw back enough to see Stevenâs face, not entirely sure if you heard him right until you see the complete adoration in his eyes.
Oh. Oh wow, he really does mean that doesnât he?Â
The expression on your face must betray how stunned you are by his confession, because Stevenâs brows draw together in concern and he immediately starts apologising.
âSorry. Should I⌠um. Should I not have said that? Not the most romantic moment, is it? Course itâs not. Confessing after youâ youââ he stutters, clearly flustered. âWell, after that.â He flinches, face flushing bright red, and mutters, âGod, I sound like a right bloody wanker, donât I?âÂ
Heâs right.
This was hardly the perfect time, or a particularly romantic one. And he does sound like a bit of a wanker.
Your eyes meet, and he flinches, eyes worried and voice hesitant, as if he did something grievously wrong to offend you.Â
âDid I make you uncomfortable? I did, didnât I?â He drops his gaze, as though he thinks heâs committed some grievous wrong to offend you. âIâm sorry, we can pretend I never said it if thatâs what you want.â It clearly pains him to make the suggestion, but he makes it anyway. âI donâtâ I donât want to lose you.â
Thatâs the thing with Steven.Â
He's all in.Â
Whatever else he has going on, Stevenâs never been half-hearted about this, about you.
He doesnât time his moments or play tactics to win you over. Whether itâs bravery or stupidity, you canât tell, but heâs always been open and vulnerable with his feelings, even that very first night at the restaurant, when his eyes lit up at the sight of you. Theyâve always been right there on his sleeve.
And right now itâs clear to see that heâs en route to having a complete nervous breakdown if you leave him hanging any longer without an answer.Â
Youâve known for a while that you liked Steven, had feelings for him, and now thereâs not a single doubt in your mind about how deep those feelings go.
âI love you too.âÂ
He looks up at you timidly from underneath those thick eyelashes with shock thatâs shading into careful, dawning hope. His mouth opens as if to speak, but then he hesitates for a long moment, jaw working, like heâs too scared to ask you to repeat it in case he misheard or youâre playing a practical joke on him.Â
âYeah?â he asks eventually, voice whisper-soft.
You donât answer him with words.Â
Instead you nod, pulling him close until you can kiss him again. Removing any lingering doubt that still might remainâfor both of you. Whatever yesterday night was, you meant every one of those three little words, and want to stay to figure it out.Â
Itâs you and Steven, red flags be damned.Â
Dedication and Credits
To the city of London itself, can you dedicate a city? No? I'm doing it anyway. I'm finally home after 2.5 years of being away and I miss her so. Love of my fucking life.
@thirstworldproblemss my love, my best friend, my soul twin, clown sister. Thank you for being with me literally every single day the past year and almost a half in my pocket, on good days, on bad days, and on the boring-nothing-special days. You've kept me going all this time, and the best part of my gloomy days would be waiting for you to wake up half across the world and start our nonsense for the day. My life is all the better because you're in it. Thank you for keeping me intact and in one piece all this time.
@frannyzooey the kindest, most talented, and most supportive person. You are so loved and truly one of a kind. You give so much of yourself wanting nothing in return and your presence is my life is such a gift. Thank you for always being there with a kind word when I was about to blow my freaking casket in the last year and a half. For talking me down, for being a pillar of calm and reason when I felt like dousing things down with gasoline and setting it on fire. Thank you for being you, I cannot wait to spam you with a million food photos from this day on, that's my promise to you.
@jazzelsaur for your beautiful, curly avocado toast hair that smells like delicious onions. I love you, your baby whore đĽđ§
@radiowallet with your brilliant big mind. For you love of the comic and nerdy. For being so absolutely fucking wonderful and supportive and kind in a word that is anything but on some days.
@the-ginger-hedge-witch this is not a dedication. This is a call out, remember when you tried to character assassinate Brendan Fraser? Pepperidge Farm remembers. P.S. I love you dearly
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