#❛ emiliano gonzáles ─ discourse .

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closed for my christmas tree , @gravekeeps ⁺‧₊˚ ♥︎ ˚₊‧

the fire crackled softly , its warmth wrapping around the room as emmy sat back in the armchair , lo bouncing on his knee with bright , giggling energy . the glow of the christmas tree danced in her wide eyes , tiny fingers gripping his hand as she pointed toward evie .

she spun in the middle of the room , lost in her favorite song , her laughter light & carefree . lo squealed , her tiny voice a perfect harmony to the melody filling the space . emmy smiled , pressing a kiss to his daughter’s curls .

❛ merry christmas , lo , ❜ he murmured , his chest full . this—this was all he needed .

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emiliano’s breath hitched as evelin’s words cut through the haze of their closeness , raw & full of longing . ❛ evelin , ❜ he murmured against her lips , her name slipping from his mouth like a prayer he’d been too afraid to utter for so long . his forehead stayed pressed against hers as he steadied himself , his eyes dark with emotion & need as they searched hers . it was a fragile moment , yet the tension between them was palpable , charged with all the time and distance they’d endured .

❛ i’m here now , ❜ he whispered , voice thick with both regret & resolve, his lips grazing her cheek as he trailed slow , deliberate kisses along her jaw & down her neck . the sweet sound of her moan sent a shiver down his spine , & he couldn’t help but smile against her skin , his hands running down her sides with reverence , fingers tracing every curve like he was rediscovering her all over again .

when her hips bucked against him , his restraint cracked further , the heat & closeness unraveling him in ways he couldn’t control . her words struck deep , & he pulled back just enough to look at her , his thumb brushing against her flushed cheek as he held her gaze . ❛ you don’t know how many nights i dreamed of this , ❜ he confessed , voice low & hoarse . ❛ of you . i never stopped thinking about you . about us . ❜

the tears glimmering in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed , & for a moment , the world outside ceased to exist . he could feel the changes in her—the softness , the fullness , the ways time had shaped her— & it only deepened his need for her . he leaned down again , pressing a searing kiss to her lips , his hands exploring her with a mix of hunger & tenderness that he hoped conveyed everything he couldn’t put into words .

when her hands worked their way between them , his breath stuttered , & a low growl rumbled in his throat as she freed the buttons & zipper . her command , firm yet laced with desperation , lit a fire in him he could no longer ignore . ❛ mi amor , ❜ he rasped , his voice trembling with the weight of his restraint , ❛ you drive me insane, you know that ? ❜

but he didn’t resist . he shrugged out of his trousers , the fabric falling away as he helped her hike her dress higher , his hands sliding up her thighs to settle at her hips . the sight of her lace panties , delicate & inviting , made him pause , his breath catching as he let his gaze wander over her . ❛ you’re even more beautiful than i remembered , ❜ he said softly , almost to himself , before his lips found hers again , this time deeper , hungrier .

he let his hands wander again , gripping her thighs & pulling her closer as he whispered against her lips , ❛ tell me you’re mine . say it . ❜ it wasn’t a question—it was a plea , desperate & raw , as if hearing it from her would finally make everything they’d endured worth it .

as the space between them disappeared, so did her worries. the years between them vanished like smoke in the wind, and every part of her body had yearned for this very thing the entirety of their separation. there would be plenty of time to talk now - to explain to him in words all the ways in which she'd missed him, reveal to him every attempt she'd made to find her way back to him.

her feelings took the reigns now as they so often did, and her guard slips away hastily beneath the weight of his forehead against hers and his roaming touch against her body. a soft sigh departs her at the sound of her name in his voice, something that sounded so right, and that she had gone far too long without. her intentions are ardent and eager as she kisses him, biting back the unbridled passion coursing just beneath the surface for now. she savors every moment of this feeling ... like it's both the first time and the hundredth time they've been together. there's equal parts excitement and familiarity.

she hadn't been with anyone else. her parents had certainly done their fair share of trying, lining up suitors in an attempt to both provide a father for their granddaughter and a husband for their daughter. at every turn she resisted, until finally her parents stopped talking about it. for now, at least. a low, sweet moan echoes from her throat as her lover trails his lips down her jaw and neck. it was a favourite of hers, and it gave her the exact chills she was sure he knew it would. the words he uttered against her skin were what really got her going though, whimpering lightly, " i can't believe you're here. i .. i never wanted to leave you. "

her hips buck up into the weight of his as he presses her body into the couch beneath them. she can feel the heat radiating from him, the same thin edge of restraint she clung to. that restraint on her part was fading rapidly, her stomach clenching and heart thumping hard at the barest hint of a smile overtaking his handsome features. with her breath caught in her throat she gazes up at him adoringly, heart fluttering in her chest like a caged butterfly as he leans in with a promise in his eyes and on his lips.

as if sealing it with that very kiss, her grip around him tightens as he sinks down atop her and their bodies meld just as their lips do. evelin can almost immediately feel the hot sting of tears prickling at her closed eyelids, the surge of emotion all-consuming and powerful. she couldn't help but wonder - could he see the difference in her ? the changes that him making her a mother had made to her body in the time they'd spent apart. could he feel the soft new curves of her hips, the fullness of her breasts ?

her hands venture down between his legs with intention, groaning into his mouth as she feels the length of him trapped beneath his trousers. " get these off, " she urges, nimble digits going at the button and zipper before she reaches to hike her dress up around her waist, revealing the thin, white lace panties she wore underneath.

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Emiliano’s gaze softened as he looked down at her, the weight of her words settling between them like a sacred vow. The faintest curve of his lips betrayed the pride and satisfaction her devotion stirred within him, but it was his eyes—those cold, calculating depths warmed solely for her—that truly conveyed his feelings.

Bending slightly, he brought his hand back to her face, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. His touch was deliberate, reverent, as though even her sorrow was something he cherished.

“Did I choose you, Evelin?” he repeated, his voice low and steady, carrying the cadence of something ancient and unyielding. “There was never a choice to be made. You were carved into my destiny, as surely as the stars are etched into the night sky. You weren’t just made for me—you are me, just as I am you.”

The conviction in his voice sent shivers down her spine, a ripple of certainty that bound them tighter than any oath ever could. Emiliano straightened, his hand sliding to cradle her jaw, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her lips. He leaned down once more, pressing a kiss to her forehead, a silent claim of her mind, her heart, her soul.

“I see it now more than ever,” he murmured, his lips barely leaving her skin. “The years apart, the pain, the longing—it was all necessary. It forged you into the woman you are now, the one who kneels before me with unwavering devotion. And it prepared me to be the man worthy of it.”

His fingers gently tilted her chin upward, ensuring her gaze remained locked with his. There was no hesitation, no wavering in his expression—only unshakable certainty.

“Eternity is a long time, mi vida,” he said, his tone soft but commanding, as though he was sealing a pact between them. “But it will not be long enough to love you the way I desire, to give you everything you deserve. Every moment, every breath I have will be yours. I will create a world where nothing can touch you, nothing can take you from me again.”

He lowered his head until their foreheads touched, his breath mingling with hers as his hands slid to her shoulders, grounding her. “You are my everything, Evelin,” Emiliano whispered. “And I swear, with every piece of who I am, I will protect you, cherish you, and keep you by my side—always.”

His smile returned, radiant and resolute, as his hands shifted to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the lingering tears. “Forever, mi reina. A vow that will outlast even the stars.”

she had missed this greatly - the safety of being with him, the utter surrender she allowed herself as his aura embraced her. the state she was in felt almost dreamlike, just outside of reality, too perfect to actually be real .. and yet it was. he was. his cold eyes settled, gorgeous in their severity and yet always soft when he regarded her. she longed to be his shadow, to always be near to him and to bear witness to the new world he'd create with those same hands that touched her - hands that could both create and destroy in equal beautiful measure.

as he descends to bestow a kiss to her she exhales breathily and her eyes flutter closed in anticipation, like it was a blessing she deserved. his mouth was warm, his lips soft. it was so incredibly easy to become lost there, especially when all she wanted was to recover from every single moment they'd been forced to spend apart over the last years. kneeling before him like this with the taste of him on her tongue as he reached for her neck, it was home.

her wide brown eyes blink slowly at his words, the questions settling as her head falls to the left in a thoughtful tilt. a hum vibrates in her throat, her fingers curling deeper into the fabric of his trousers as what she feels are the tears of her salvation prick at the rim of her eyes and sting before spilling over onto her ruddy cheeks. she knew deeply and suddenly the truth of his words, felt the effects of them wrack through her body and her tears become gentle sobs as he straightens and drops his hand from her momentarily.

evelin sniffles, nodding emphatically as she looks up and the warmth of his smile washes over her - radiant and steady and everything she needed. everything she wanted. " did you choose me, emmy ? or was i made for you ? " her tone is dreamy, her hands sliding up to rest on his thighs. his gentle fingertips at her chin draw her gaze sharply back to his. " i'm yours, eternally. that is a vow i will never break, never take back. forever. "

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Emiliano’s lips curved into a soft smile as he let Evelin’s words settle around him, her voice weaving memories into the present like a melody he could never forget. Holding their daughter close, he let his free hand entwine with Evelin’s, her touch grounding him even as she spoke of their first date.

“Do I remember?” he echoed, his tone playful yet warm as he stepped onto the rug with her, their daughter nestled between them. “You mean the night I spent the entire time wondering how I’d managed to get so lucky? Of course I remember.” He bent down slightly, brushing his lips over Paloma’s head, her giggle vibrating against his chest.

His gaze shifted back to Evelin, and there it was—that look she knew so well. The one that softened his features, made his eyes warm like the embers of a fire that would never go out. “You told her about it, huh? What’d you say, mamá? Did you tell her how nervous I was? How I spilled my drink because I couldn’t stop staring at you?” His grin widened, a low chuckle escaping him as he squeezed her hand.

He leaned closer, his voice dipping to something just for her. “Or did you tell her how I kissed you goodnight and knew—right then—that you’d change my life?” The words were simple but held the weight of a thousand emotions, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand as Paloma squealed happily in his arms.

Emiliano’s smile turned tender as he glanced between them. “Well, I guess it’s only fair Lo knows the truth. You’ve always been my favorite story, Evelin.”

" well, you couldn't. i wouldn't let you say no, " she's quick to reply, one hand remaining on paloma's arm while the other comes to rest against emiliano's face as he rises with their daughter cradled against his chest. evie sees so much in the way the little girl lights up, her face a picture of pure and perfect joy, as her father leans in to kiss her. there's already such a connection there, an unshakeable bond that she's only known since becoming a parent - there was nothing like it.

the hand on her daughter's arm lifts, fingertips delicately gliding across her cheek where emmy had just kissed it. when he turned his attention to her then, evelin felt her knees go weak and her chest flutter with excitement. he made her feel so many things with a single look, then his words only add to the embrace of the spell he wove around her. " do you remember the first date we ever went on ? " brunette muses softly, slipping her hand into his own and tugging them out onto the rug. " i've told lo about it, " she swoops in to nuzzle her nose against the toddler's cheek and hums as she pulls back. " it's one of her favourite stories. "

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Emiliano’s smile grows, his dark eyes shining as he takes in the scene before him. It’s moments like this—simple, warm, and filled with love—that he never takes for granted. “How could we say no to you?” he replies softly, his voice laced with affection. Rising from the couch, he lifts Paloma into his arms, her giggles ringing out as he presses a kiss to her rosy cheek.

“She’s been waiting for this dance all night,” he teases, glancing down at the toddler, who claps her tiny hands in excitement. Extending his free hand to her, his gaze locks on hers, full of adoration. “Lead the way, mi amor. Let’s make this moment ours.”

the energy in the room is vibrant, as warm and glowing as the fire at the heart of the living room they now shared as a family. it was everything she had ever wanted, and the fact that it had come together just before the holidays and paloma’s second birthday felt like the most serendipitous thing to happen in perhaps her entire life. her long, dark hair tickles her back as she spins and her eyes light up bright enough to rival the large star on top on the christmas tree when she stops and her gaze lands on them.

her whole world, wrapped up in the two people seated on the couch and cuddled together in a way that causes her heart to soar. her body continues to sway to the beat of the song that drifted from the record player as she smiles and crosses over to hold her hand out. “ come and dance with me, my loves, ” her voice is melodic, her fingertips lightly gripping the chubby little forearm of their precious toddler and giving a loving squeeze.

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Emiliano stood above her, his form haloed by the dying sun, casting his shadow over the girl who knelt before him. Her devotion was palpable, her trembling hands clutching his trousers like a supplicant clinging to salvation. The rosary hung between his fingers like a promise, its weight an extension of his authority, its cool beads a tether to something far greater than either of them.

His lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile, one that didn’t quite reach his piercing gaze. As he stooped to claim her mouth in a kiss, his fingers brushed her cheek, lingering just long enough to feel the warmth of her skin, the tremor in her breath. When he pulled away, the taste of her reverence lingered on his lips, heady and intoxicating.

“Power,” he repeated, his voice low and commanding, the single word sinking into the space between them like a stone into still water. His hand moved to her throat, the pads of his fingers grazing the curve of her neck as the rosary settled against her skin. The weight of it wasn’t merely physical—it was a mark, a declaration, a bond.

“You’ve always felt it, haven’t you?” he murmured, his tone threaded with something dark and knowing. “That pull, that ache. You fought it at first, didn’t you? Tried to convince yourself it was something else—anything else. But it was always me.”

His thumb traced the line of her jaw, tipping her chin upward so her dark, tear-brimmed eyes met his. “You dreamed of me because I willed it. You thought of me because I allowed it. And now, here you are—kneeling, offering yourself so freely, so completely.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke, his voice a velvet caress. “You say you belong to me, but you’ve always belonged to me, Evelin. Long before you could put it into words. You felt it because it’s written in you—in your body, in your spirit, in the way your very breath trembles at my touch.”

Straightening, he let his hand fall away from her throat, though the imprint of his presence lingered. “And now you’ve given voice to it. Declared it before me, before the sky, before the world itself. There’s no taking it back, no undoing what you’ve pledged.”

Emiliano’s smile deepened, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph as he reached down to cradle her chin once more. “Ours,” he said, his voice both a benediction and a command. “Forever.”

the grass tickles her knees as she kneels in front of him, dark eyes fixated up where he's silhouetted by the light of the sun setting behind him, the sky orange and pink and radiant while his hands reach for her throat. her breath is caught there, anticipating the moment the cool beads of the rosary would caress her skin. evelin could feel the weight of it immediately, like a comfort she'd gone far too long without. a heavy sigh escapes the girl, her gaze softening as something between a moan and a hum vibrates in her chest at his words.

" ours, " femme repeats, lightly gripping at the fabric of his trousers as he stoops down to bestow a kiss that has her shivering before his pointed queries even touched her ears. she nods wordlessly at first, swallowing thickly before her lips part - " i feel it. i felt it all this time, " her voice is soft but strong with conviction. " i would only ever think of you, my dreams filled with visions i couldn't escape - of you, of us, " her voice breaks slightly with emotion.

" what is that if not power ? i belong to you in every way - mind, body, and spirit. "

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Emiliano’s breath hitched when he saw her across the room, his heart slamming against his chest like a caged animal. Evelin. It had been too long—an eternity, it felt like—and yet seeing her now, it was as if no time had passed. That familiar smile, the soft wave of her hand, the way she worried her lip between her teeth—all of it struck him with a force he hadn’t been prepared for.

He barely had time to register his own reaction before she was tugging him into the dimly lit room. Her hands were trembling, her urgency contagious, and when she pulled him closer, his body responded without hesitation, like it had been waiting for this exact moment.

Her voice, that sweet whimper of his name—sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn’t help but let his forehead drop to hers as she touched him, her fingertips grazing over his brow and cheek like she was memorizing him all over again. “Eve…” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, the weight of everything unsaid pressing between them.

Her lips were soft and warm against his, and the kiss she pulled him into was everything he’d been craving. He melted into her, his hands finding her waist and pulling her closer, desperate to close every inch of space between them. “I missed you,” he murmured against her mouth, the words raw and honest, his lips trailing down her jaw to her neck as he let his emotions spill over. “Every second without you… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he shifted to press her more firmly into the cushions beneath them, his touch tender but his need undeniable. The sounds of the world outside the room faded into nothing. It was just her—the way she looked at him, the way she said his name, the way she felt under his hands like she belonged there.

Her soft demand broke through the haze, her wide, eager eyes locking with his. “Kiss you?” he repeated, his lips curving into the faintest smirk before brushing them lightly against hers, teasing, savoring her. “I’ll never stop.”

And with that, he kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of longing, love, and unspoken promise into it, as if to remind her she’d never have to miss him again.

closed for my ghost, haunt me @hemat0lasluts / [ EXES ] our muses broke up a few years ago, they run into each other at a party and end up having sex again.

for so long she’d thought about this very moment, their eyes meeting across the room. and as soon as it actually happened she simply couldn’t help herself, her heart pounding harshly within the confines of her ribs as she feels that old and undeniable urge to be by his side overtaking her. evelin’s face lights up, lifting her hand and offering him a little wave and a smile before nervously tugging her lesser lip between her teeth. not much longer after that she was tugging his hand into a dark, unoccupied room.

“ p-please,” she whimpers, her head tilting back against the pillows as the weight of his body comes to settle over hers and she hungrily reaches out to place her little hands on his face and pull him down to her. he was even more beautiful than she remembered, even more captivating, and the combination of familiarity and uncertainty of seeing him again after all this time had lit up her entire nervous system. “ emmy… ” she coos softly, her fingertips delicately ghosting over his brow and cheek before she tugs his lips to hers.

“ i missed you so much, ” every moment of every day her heart had ached at their separation. it felt like a wound that would never close, like without him a part of her would always be missing. her legs wrap around his waist, back arching against the ( perhaps too small for the two of them ) couch in what looked to be some sort of coat room in the large venue. the music thumped through the walls and she could hear the chatter of people as the passed by the door but nothing mattered to her more than the fact that he was here. really here.

“ kiss me, ” she issues the soft demand, meeting his gaze with wide, eager eyes.