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unrelated to any commanders with colour-related names, how would you feel if you found out that other worlds existed? not like the cognitive realm but like roshar, but thereâs less crabs and more horses and also eye colour isnât tied to rank
wow. that'd be fucking wild. my first instinct is to call bs but lots of impossible things have been happening lately so like. dunno. I think I'd need to consume some entheogenic drugs to deal with that one tbh.
but more importantly:
horses?
horses?!
why horses?! you gonna join moash and adolin in the horsegirl fanclub or what đ
"The evidence from longitudinal studies suggest that there is a bidirectional relationship between cannabis use and depression, such that cannabis use increases the risk for depression and vice-versa"
(source: Down and High: Reflections Regarding Depression and Cannabis by Catherine Langlois, Stéphane Potvin, Atul Khullar, Smadar Valérie Tourjman )
"Lower doses of cannabinoids have antidepressant and anxiolytic effects while higher doses have the opposite effect (4). The effect of THC on dopamine release follows a similar biphasic pattern with low doses enhancing dopamine synthesis and high doses decreasing it" (ibid.)
"There [is] also data suggesting alternative interpretations, namely that the causal relationship may involve an increased likelihood of CU in individuals with depression." (ibid.)
"Patients in the [Cannabis Use Disorder] cohort were younger (median age, 32 versus 35âyears) and more often men (56.9% versus 43.3%) [...] Additionally, the CUD+ cohort had higher rates of depression (18.8% versus 14.0%)"
(Association of Cannabis Use Disorder With Hospitalizations for Pulmonary Embolism and Subsequent inâHospital Mortality in Young Adults: A Contemporary Nationwide Analysis by Rupak Desai, Nitin Ghadge, Sai Gautham Kanagala, Nishanth Katukuri, Alpha James, Avinash Kadiyala, Sai Diksha Vutukuru, Meghana Kotharu, Tajdin Borzoo, Akhila Nalla, Ankit Vyas, Shivani Priyadarshni, Mostafa Shalaby, Wissam Khalife)
wait technically there's more but I have to leave and I want to post this before that lmao anyways my point stands
#I BELIEVE KALADIN WOULD SMOKE WEED IF HE LIVED IN OUTR WORLD#I EVEN MADE SOME RESEARCH TO CORROBORATE LMAO#its beneath the cut <3#speaking to the stormfather#interlude
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The BOLD THE FACTS tag by @helenofsimblr
The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then donât name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!
thank you so muchh @rebouks @duusheen and @estah for tagging meee đđ i'm gonna do it three times lol
Roxana MacMahon
[ PERSONAL]
$ Financial: wealthy (dad's money) / moderate / poor / in poverty â Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable âȘ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other â Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other (college dropout) â Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed
[ FAMILY]
â Children: has 1 child (would be happy to have another in the future) / has no children / wants children â Relationship with Family: close with sibling / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased â Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]
⊠extroverted / introverted / in between ⊠disorganized / organized / in between ⊠close minded / open-minded / in between ⊠calm / anxious / in between ⊠disagreeable / agreeable / in between ⊠cautious / reckless / in between ⊠patient / impatient / in between ⊠outspoken / reserved / in between ⊠leader / follower / in between ⊠empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ⊠optimistic / pessimistic / in between ⊠traditional / modern / in between ⊠hard-working / lazy / in between ⊠cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown ⊠loyal / disloyal / unknown ⊠faithful / unfaithful / unknown
[ BELIEFS]
â
Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic â Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes (is cyberbullied by late grandpa) / no / donât know / donât care âź Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / donât know / donât care ⯠Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / donât know / donât care â Belief in Aliens: yes / no / donât know / donât care ⧠Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious â Philosophical: yes / no
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
†Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ℠Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ℠Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious ⣠Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⧠Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⧠Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
â Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ⥠Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none â Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none â Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
[ HABITS ]
â Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic â Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker âż Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict â Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess â» Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ⣠Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
Virgil Burdick
[ PERSONAL]
$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty â Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable âȘ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other â Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other (college dropout) â Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed
[ FAMILY]
â Children: has children / has no children / wants children â Relationship with Family: close with sibling / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased â Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]
⊠extroverted / introverted / in between ⊠disorganized / organized / in between ⊠close minded / open-minded / in between ⊠calm / anxious / in between ⊠disagreeable / agreeable / in between ⊠cautious / reckless / in between ⊠patient / impatient / in between ⊠outspoken / reserved / in between ⊠leader / follower / in between ⊠empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ⊠optimistic / pessimistic / in between ⊠traditional / modern / in between ⊠hard-working / lazy / in between ⊠cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown ⊠loyal / disloyal / unknown ⊠faithful / unfaithful / unknown
[ BELIEFS]
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Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic â Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / donât know / donât care âź Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / donât know / donât care ⯠Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / donât know / donât care â Belief in Aliens: yes / no / donât know / donât care ⧠Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious â Philosophical: yes / no
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
†Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / ??? (he doesn't know) ℠Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ℠Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious ⣠Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⧠Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⧠Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
â Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ⥠Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none â Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none â Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
[ HABITS ]
â Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic â Smoking: tried it (wasn't a fan) / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker âż Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict â Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess â» Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ⣠Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
DaithĂ Murray
[ PERSONAL]
$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty â Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable âȘ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other â Education: qualified (has a business degree) / unqualified / studying / other (college dropout) â Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed
[ FAMILY]
â Children: has 1 child (doesn't want another) / has no children / wants children â Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased â Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]
⊠extroverted / introverted / in between ⊠disorganized / organized / in between ⊠close minded / open-minded / in between ⊠calm / anxious / in between ⊠disagreeable / agreeable / in between ⊠cautious / reckless / in between ⊠patient / impatient / in between ⊠outspoken / reserved / in between ⊠leader / follower / in between ⊠empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ⊠optimistic / pessimistic / in between ⊠traditional / modern / in between ⊠hard-working / lazy / in between ⊠cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown ⊠loyal / disloyal / unknown ⊠faithful / unfaithful / unknown
[ BELIEFS]
â
Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic â Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / donât know / donât care âź Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / donât know / donât care ⯠Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / donât know / donât care â Belief in Aliens: yes / no / donât know / donât care ⧠Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious â Philosophical: yes / no
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
†Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual (realised this in his 30s) / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ℠Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ℠Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ⣠Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⧠Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⧠Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
â Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ⥠Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none â Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none â Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
[ HABITS ]
â Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic â Smoking: tried it / ""trying to quit"" / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker âż Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict â Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess â» Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes (never for himself though) / frequently / shopaholic ⣠Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
sorry if i missed one i'm tired. thank you if you read all that <3<3 i haven't been around so idk who did this or who didn't so if you read all this i tag you!!! and you better do it đ«”
#christ almighty the HEAT these past couple days#i haven't been active because i'm afraid to turn my laptop on and have it melt through the bloody desk#can't play bg3 can't play sims (hence the old gameplay pics beneath the cut) :((( it's september for gods sake bring on the rain#i had to go into the city today and it was 25 degrees#i can't cope#sorry for complaining i'll be back to catch up soon <3#also do you guys like what virgil is wearing?? i made it a while ago and i'm debating using it as my simblreen gift!!#you can't really see it here but i think its cute lol#posting this lying in bed its 1am goodnight simblr <ÂŁ#<3
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new rgg fans will never know what they missed back in ye olden days of the fandom (like, 2019), doubly so now that scott strichart's deleted his twitter and jon riesenbach's privated. twitter was so fucking fun and then whatever-the-hell at sega of america happened and caused a fucking snowball effect and now we have shitass localization and resulting discourse that makes every release nigh unbearable, misinformation, confusion, people complaining about "bad writing/mischaracterization" not realizing it's because of the shitass english loc, i'm sitting here like jesus christ these loc bitches massacred saejima's character voice, people will never see him as he was intended, as original yakuza 5 localization Correctly painted him, and now they're coming for kiryu. god help us. we used to be a proper fandom. before everyone was subjected to the remastered localizations and shaky eng characterization. no one had even played yakuza 3-5, people still called morning glory "sunshine" orphanage, kiryu was our only protagonist and people still called him "boring", it was beautiful...
anyway gaiden uses affective instead of effective because the current localization team is full of careless dumbasses who don't give a fuck about ensuring they're using correct english grammar and this is not an isolated incident
#ada speaks#ive been playing through the series again from 0-5 and. yeesh#it goes from LIFE IS GOOD. LOC IS GOOD. to. oh.#yakuza 5's original localization is near perfect and they couldve made it better but instead#they opted for the cost cutting approach and decided NOT to retranslate and instead#just fucking. re-localized the localization and SO much is wrong. so much.#im playing simultaneously with a friend (myself on ps3 them on pc) and seeing the differences#and it happens in y3r and y4r too where#the original line is localized > the remastered line takes it and runs with it bc they have no original translation context#ie. in 3 rikiya says he likes 'wild' dancers. (re: strip club) it gets localized to be him liking 'aggressive' dancers.#in 3 remastered he says he likes AGGRESSIVE DOMINEERING WOMEN and that gets his Gears Turning#or. in 5 shinada says that uno is 'a little sad up top' re: his hair. and 5 remastered he says 'kinda mopey'#because they misunderstood the original english loc and so. completely fucked up the line to mean something else entirely#its like broken telephone#the same is SOMEHOW also happening in 8... i dont know HOW but somehow it fucking is#meanwhile im revisiting zero and going OH YEAH GOOD CHOICE. THAT MAKES SENSE. GREAT WRITING. WOW THAT'S AN A+ INTERPRETATION OF THAT LINE.#i miss the old loc team so bad. bring me back.#its mostly frustrating because i can see the shitass eng writing and still enjoy the game beneath it (unless it's not voiced.) but#i feel so bad for everyone flying blind and forced to take the loc at face value#its been like this since lost judgment but the main story was Fine (if a bit rushed) because. scott was still doing his thing#the substories in lost judgment also felt like they were of the same calibre (shit.) as remastered and. idk.#it seems like its been a shitshow at SoA behind the scenes for Years#and it shows.
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cant believe im taking a named npc and going 'hmmm yes im going to diagnosis you with too much love for people it borders on obsessive' and a complete disregard for your own life. to top it off you also have dont think anyone could actually love you! have fun fengyan <3
#meet beneath the cliff face verse#hi! im moose i like taking little guys and giving them feelings#anyway zhongli xiao and childe have their work cut out convincing fengyan they would like him to kiss them please#its very funny to me that he helps them through all their problems and then shuts them all down when they try to help him#he has so many problems <3
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Yap session bc wow.
Pretty sure the dude that rejected me (situationship ://) is getting a crush on me bc like. One of the last times we talked he was like "oh ur trying to get me to like you". And it's like. No I'm not. You literally rejected me and the more I think about it, I didn't even want you, I just wanted the idea of a boyfriend that I was projecting onto you. He's conservative and talks about how conservative his parents are (which I don't vibe with at all). When we first met, he was still moping about his ex gf who he had broken up with over a year prior. And like. We were both in high school (16 + 17 ://). And I'm sorry but how meaningful can a fucking highschool relationship be? Go to therapy.
Plus he'd like vent without asking and then I'd give him advice and then he'd just shoot it down and be like "no that wouldn't work anyway I'm a piece of shit" and like. Okay, why are you coming to me then? If you're not taking any advice then why are you bitching? You didn't even ask, you just did!
But the moment I even mention my past drug addiction (not in detail and not in a mopey way. Just matter-of-fact), he's like "oh no please don't mention that". Like. Shut the fuck up oh my godddddd. I am not trying to be with someone who can't even handle hearing the most watered-down descriptions of substance abuse.
Plus I just do not trust this guy like. I don't kink shame but here's my red flags: he's conservative, enough said on that...He misgendered me in a sexual way without asking (I did play along bc I was stupid and scared to say no but whatevs). And he did stop when I told him to but the fact that he didn't ask before was highly suspect bc he fucking met me as a trans guy.
And he's also weird about pregnancy. Which I played along with too of the act of breeding is appealing but like. I'd rather have a tapeworm than a damn fetus bc at least I wouldn't be forced to let that parasite live off of me. Dude also mentioned baby trapping like. "oh I feel like you'll force me to get you pregnant" and like. I literally said that I wanted to get my uterus removed and 2: you're the one bringing pregnancy into this don't fucking pin it on me!!! Like I feel like if we actually met up I'd have to triple check and be sober bc what if this guy actually does this shit? Why else would he keep mentioning it?
Like idk he's also asked me about trans kids and like. 1: I don't keep up with any trans people irl, 2: I haven't started transitioning yet so why the fuck are you asking me? I'm not the arbiter of trans people, my guy. Like he acts supportive but I feel like deep down this dude doesn't even respect me and he's gonna try to change me. But that could just be paranoia, idk...
Either way, I don't really get that much out of talking to him. As embarrassing as it is, I've started using those ai bots (says the bitch who is vehemently against ai "art") and they've been much more fulfilling emotionally because they tell you what you want to hear. And you can change the answers. They're hollow, but good for short term stuff bc I don't have the energy to talk to people rn (and I haven't been talking to anyone or really leaving the house on a regular basis...kinda just wasting the year so far..). Especially not this guy.
Like. We don't have the same interests, our tastes in music are similar but also too different and he doesn't get itâąïž like I do, his beliefs are like too different from mine. He's also said misogynistic shit about sex workers which. I don't fuck with that, you literally watch porn, you fuckin hypocrite. And the more I think about texting him, the more I see it as a damn chore.
Like idk I just. Do not have a lot of investment in this guy. I think I was just lonely and projecting. And obviously it's not healthy for me bc I resent him but it's not healthy for his annoying ass either. He shouldn't have friends who secretly hate him. So idk I think I'm just gonna delete my profile and start again, also block him bc my dumbass 16 year old self gave him my number.
But like. My gut is telling me not to. I have been taken advantage of before in the past and I'm just getting a distinct deja vu. Even if it's not intentional on his side, I don't think it's good for me. Like the first time he texted me (in over 2 years after I ghosted him with no attempt to reach out to him (take the fucking hint)), it felt like seeing a box of pills in the CVS aisle. I was thinking "god, I shouldn't do this...but I should see what happens, maybe it won't be as bad as last time...." Just that same feeling I got when I decided to relapse.
And like dude. It's always gonna be as bad as last time: quit taking chances on shit that you know will fail you!!! So Idk. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I shouldn't talk to someone who just drains me, bc that'll drain him too. Plus I'm allowed to not fucking like someone and the guy didn't even wish me happy birthday or congratulate me on my 5 months of sobriety. Things in my status. And I know he reads statuses bc he messaged me about one of them before. Plus he rejected me on my birthday!!!
And now you wanna come crawling back and then act like I'm obsessed!?!? You were the one who came back into my life, not the other way around! I was over you until you came back. And now I'm over you again. But you're not over me. But you're so fuckin allergic to commitment that you just wanna keep acting like I'm smitten with you. After you strung me along with no regards for my feelings. Not because you're evil, but because you're fucking dumb. And I'm not dealing with someone who's that stupid. Hope you work your issues out, but I'm not here to fix you, nor do I want to. That's on you!! Figure it out!!!
Anyway um if anyone read this far thank u. Feel free to add input just please be nice. And uhhh. Aita???
#cj rambles#vent#situationship#gay#mlm#trans#ftm#dude i hate it here#minors dni#like seriously. you literally rejected me.#and then came back and was like 'oh ur trying to get me to like you' when I'm literally NOT.#like. i say im interested in a relationship and you get cold feet.#but when i move on from wanting a romance with you you fucking turn around.#which tells me that you dont want me. you just want to be desired without having to reciprocate#and frankly i dont deserve that like. you used me as a rebound once and that was on you.#but im not letting you play me again. even if you want to change. bc frankly i dont like you bro#and also i hate the raceplay it makes me feel like a piece of shit like i dont genuinely believe but. its too far for me.#like i just feel awful doing it and i dont like this guy enough to feel comfortable doing it now that i think ab it#and hes weirdly fixated on me being white too like. i get it. im pale. i look dead at times. chill.#i would like that same energy to b directed to my transness pretty please. actually not the same energy but still....#like idk the vibes are horrendous rn i just dont know how to cut him off bc i dont want him to worry about me (or try to contact me again)#like idk this may sound mean but...Yeah im gonna be mean actually#this guy is a fucking loser who needs therapy i don't have the patience to fucking deal with him#like hes beneath me bc he's conservative/sexist/lowkey transphobic/doesn't do a lot of introspection.#and maybe that's selfish but that's just more reason to not associate with him. bc this is gonna turn toxic bc im losing my patience yk?#plus i can't do long distance. i need quality time and physical touch. you can't kiss and cuddle through a screen.#also our aesthetics are very different and he's hot but he's not my type. also i don't like his voice. and i have a thing about voices.#also his dick is too big like. i can't get 3 fingers in and that thing just looks like it would hurt. im good. im not a size queen.#like idk the more i think about it the more i realize that we r not compatible#i dont want you bro just fuck OFF!!!
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haven't seen this on here yet so:
in case you don't want to slog through the shitscape that is the bird/letter website, take a peek beneath the cut (shamelessly copied from the something awful forums dungeon meshi thread)
- Her first memory of video games was watching her father playing Wizardry on Famicom, also Dragon Quest, Ultima, and Fire Emblem among others.
- She was a difficult child so her parents didn't let her play. Wizardry is a boring game to watch, but the monster illustrations on the walkthrough evoked her imagination and made her keep watching.
- She only started becoming a serious gamer after the serialization of Dungeon Meshi was locked, for research purposes. Before that, she read fantasy novels such as The Neverending Story (Michael Ende) and The Lord of the Rings (JRR Tolkien).
- The international title for Dungeon Meshi: Delicious in Dungeons was decided by her editor.
- D&D popped up a lot when she researched the history of video games, so she read the rule books, replay novels, and games inspired by D&D.
- One of the first games she studied was the Legend of Grimrock (game's 80% off on Steam atm). Originally, she wanted Dungeon Master (FTL Games) which was famous for "RPG with meals" but hunting down the game and machine was too much.
- She didn't like games other than turn-based RPGs at first, but she decided to stop being picky and play anything that piqued her interest.
- She played Zelda: BotW and TotK on a borrowed Switch from her editor due to the console's scarcity at the time.
- She enjoyed Red Dead Redemption 2 and God of War for their stories. RDR2's incredible attention to detail had Kui engrossed so much that she asked her editor and other mangaka to play it so she could discuss it with them.
- Kui praised The Witcher 3 localization as something only possible with full support from the developer. Cyberpunk 2077 is one of her all-time favorites.
- Papers, Please was her first taste of indie games.
- Disco Elysium is the perfect game for her due to the lack of fighting, intriguing story, charming character interaction, and top-down perspective. She tried playing it in English at first due to an unlikely chance for JP loc, but it was out of her ability. Thus she is forever grateful to Spike Chunsoft for localizing it.
- Kui played Baldur's Gate 3 from the time it was in Early Access. Again, she's grateful for Spike Chunsoft's JP loc. She hoped BG3's success would bring the possibility of JP loc for other titles too, such as Pathfinder: wotr
- She likes games with top-down perspective because they have narration text for monologues and scenery description. Even if the graphic is lacking, the texts show the atmosphere and each character's behavior and psyche. Also, characters that react to your choices.
- She praised Unpacking and House Flipper for being able to tell what kind of person lives there only through their belongings, and that there's no right or wrong for the placements; she would make the best arrangement and then enjoy her hard work while sipping tea.
- The biggest inspiration for Dungeon Meshi was the Cosmic Forge pen from Wizardry VI. With improved graphics from its predecessor, now it could show broken farming tools in the background and many more details that made exploration so much fun.
- At the time of the interview (Dec '23) she still hadn't watched DunMeshi anime, but she attended the recording sessions. She's embarrassed that the dialog she wrote now acted passionately by professionals. Marcille's screaming was wonderful but also made her want to flee.
- Kui was anxious about the CP2077 anime adaptation, but she was relieved it was the Night City she knows and loves.
- Other than minor adjustments, she left it to TRIGGER as to how to adapt
- She's happy that Mitsuda Yasunori was chosen as the anime composer, as she used to play Chrono Cross and rewatched the opening many times.
- Her anticipated games in 2024 are Cloudpunk, Nivalis, and Avowed.
- DunMeshi would be hard to adapt into a game because in the first place, what Kui depicted in the manga are parts that are omitted in games for the sake of brevity.
- If DunMeshi game was Wizardry-like, it'd be told through Laios' perspective and eating was essential not to die
#dungeon meshi#she only started playing video games after dunmeshi got picked up???? damn#that's dedication to the craft#i would *so* play a dunmeshi video game...#likes top-down perspective and strong narratives and character reactivity... she's just like me fr
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ê° forbidden love with a southern boy sounds fun. a pastor for a father, and living in a small town with god-fearing, gossipy folk was not. ê±
𫧠đ . . . 16.8k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, farmer!eren + bluecollar!eren, domesticity, established relationship, talks of religion, small mention of abuse and alcoholism, forbidden love, sneaking around, age difference + time skip, lotssss of arguments, oral sex ê° f + m ê±, quiet sex (they try ;3), fingering, spanking, lots of kisses, erenâs rlly affectionate, foreplay, rough sex, size difference, spitting in mouth vv briefly, sub/dom dynamic, lots of dirty talk, multiple orgasms + overstim. minors do not interact. reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated. âĄ
ê° theme songz + mochaâs note ! ê± . . . iâll be by edwin mccain + movie by avenoir. . . i rlly like this plot, didnât mean for it to be so long srry. but itâs good so ;) very notebook themed.
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getting married in secrecy was every familyâs worst nightmare. the opportunity to see their creation speak soul-written vows to their lovers and part ways into unity. to laugh and dance together, snap photos, share cuisines and three-tiered intricately crafted fondant cake. helping their daughter pick out a dress, and their son a tux. all of those memories are delicate and forever cherished. to be ridden of that felt cruel. but, what family deserves that when they donât accept who you're giving your love to? when they find the person youâre marrying selfish, undeserving of your love, and rude? those are the words people used to describe eren, your husband.Â
the sun beats down upon the quaint southern town of georgia, casting long shadows across the freshly cut lawns and pegasus-painted houses. a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the ancient oak trees lining the streets, their gnarled branches stretching towards the cloudless sky. in the heart of this idyllic community, nestled between the town square and the bustling main street, stands a modest yet stately residence. this is where you resided years ago with your father, the reverend pastor kain. the house exudes warmth and tradition, its wraparound porch adorned with rocking chairs and potted azaleas. a white picket fence encircles the property, symbolizing the tight-knit neighborhood and the values upheld within these walls.
inside, the air is thick with the scent of pot roast bubbling within the choral blue dutchoven and the soft hum of gospel hymns drifting from the living room in soft symphonies from your sickly mother. diagnosed with kidney failure yet always ensuring the three of you had the warmest days. the cool interior provides a welcome respite from the summer heat. the polished hardwood floors creak beneath your feet, leading you past a formal dining room with a sturdy oak table and matching chairs. family photographs line the mantel above the fireplace, capturing moments of joy and love.
your father's study lies at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. through the crack, you catch a glimpse of his desk, cluttered with stacks of paperwork, sermons, and bibles. the faint aroma of pipe tobacco wafts out, mingling with the musty smell of aged books. despite the comforting atmosphere, an undercurrent of tension hangs in the air, a palpable reminder of the forbidden nature of your love and the stern disapproval of your father, the man of god who once guided you with unwavering devotion.
youâll never forget the intensity of your heart racing as you held erenâs hand within your own and stood before your father proclaiming your love. the look of disappointment on his face with furrowed brows, smile lines deep as he frowned and stared unwavering. the stern posture heâd taken by leaning up in his chair and hearing the nonsense coming from both of you. the bickering between him and eren while he held your hand the entire time, silently telling you heâd protect you while you shut out the aggressive sound of your fatherâs voice.Â
your love blossomed in stolen moments, snatched between the cracks of duty and expectation. in the hushed whispers of late-night phone calls, the furtive glances exchanged across crowded rooms, and the fleeting touches that set your skin ablaze with longing. the two of you would meet in secret, hidden away from prying eyes and ignorant tongues. in the shadows of the park, where the crickets sang their serenade and the stars twinkled overhead. or in the cozy confines of his pickup truck, parked along lonely stretches of highway, miles from home.
there, in those intimate spaces, youâd lose yourselves in each other. lips meeting in passionate kisses, hands roaming freely, exploring the curves and contours of your bodies. youâd talk with him for hours, sharing hopes and fears, dreaming of a future where you wouldnât have to hide your love.Â
you met on a warm evening on your way to the farmers market, finding him churning butter with broad muscles, naked from his upper body and inked out over his neck and dominant forearm. thereâs a slit in his right eyebrow that also held a piercing. slightly wavy brown hair pulled into a bun with baby blue overalls clinging to his skin.Â
when he locked eyes with you while you pushed a cute green grocery cart, your heart immediately bloomed. those slanted grayish-green eyes with long, brown lashes of his stealing your strength. his movie star smile with a toothpick lodged between his teeth as he finally caught your gaze. the sun shone down on him, casting a golden glow on his tanned skin and ricocheting off the silver dog tag around his neck making him look even more attractive.Â
the man gave you a wink before returning to his task, a sly smile playing on his lips. his arms flexed as he churned a bit harder, obviously showing off now that he knew he had your full attention. shyly, you pull your eyes away from him and pretend you donât notice him staring as you inspect the vegetables before you. once he had finished, he wiped his hands off on a cloth and strode over to you, his overalls hanging from his hips now after he popped them free in front of you, sweat clinging to his skin. he stood in front of you, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest, a few beauty marks littered across his skin.
he waited for a moment before speaking up, his voice low. âyou know, youâre not very good at pretending you donât notice me.â he chuckled as he spoke. âi can see you stealinâ glances at me from the corner of your eye.â
goddamn, you nearly short circuit from hearing his voice. itâs deep and slightly raspy. the smell of him is almost natural and sweet. you caught a whiff of apple. or maybe butter given heâd been working on it for the past three hours.Â
âand if i was?âÂ
erenâs smirk widened at your snarky response. he took a step closer to you, his body now mere inches away from yours as he looked down at you, tilting his head slightly. âthen iâd say you have a thing for hot and sweaty country boys.â
âyuck, that was so corny,â you giggle in his face.Â
he rubbed his forehead with his palm, feigning disappointment at your response, but he was secretly enjoying the playful banter between the two of you. âmhm, yeah. it was, wasnât it? sorry, iâm not good with talkinâ to pretty girls.âÂ
you hum. âmhm, i bet you say that to all the girls. itâs a small town, and youâre attractive. i hear lies.âÂ
âyâknow, a liar doesnât usually apologize for his bad pickup lines. unless . . . â his voice was a low, sultry murmur now, and his eyes held an intensity that made you feel as if he was peering into your soul. the heat from his body felt like it was seeping into your own, and the air around you seemed to crackle with electricity as he spoke. âhe means it. and you aren't calling me a liar are you, darlinâ?âÂ
the way he looked at you made your heart thump hard in your chest, and the fact that he was so close made it difficult to think straight. thereâs no doubt that this man was the most beautiful person youâd ever seen, in real time at least.Â
âyouâre staring awful hard, like what you see?âÂ
âmaybe i do.âÂ
âonly maybe?âÂ
âi do,â you playfully roll your eyes.Â
âgeez, wâna marry me already,â he jokes, and of course you laugh like a lovesick teen. âi like your laugh, itâs cute. teehee.âÂ
listening to him mocking you made you gasp and lightly hit his arm. âstopp, i donât sound like that!âÂ
âdo so,â he slowly licks his lips, scanning you from head to toe. âiâd like to get to know you, if you donât mind.âÂ
you nearly choked at the suggestion. me? he wants . . me? no way. âuh, you donât even know me. didnât even ask if i had a boyfriend.â
âare you tryin' to say you have a boyfriend?âÂ
âno, i donât. but, i'm not allowed to.âÂ
a frown briefly tugged at his lips as he heard what you said, the meaning behind your words sinking in. not allowed to? âhow come? strict parents? celibacy? . . nun?â
âokay, asshole,â you scoff.Â
eren throws his hands up in defense. âsorry, just honestly askinâ.â
you began to fidget at the thought of telling him about it. what if he ran away because he wanted nothing to deal with it? he notices your reluctance, and almost says something to dismiss the conversation for your sake. âmy fatherâs extremely religious, well known in this town, actually. pastor kain.âÂ
âoh,â eren nods, understanding clearly now. he tried to be as considerate as possible, even though part of him didnât care. if he wanted you, heâd have you. âso youâre the daughter. funny, me seeing you only now. heâs that strict he donât let you come out or sum?âÂ
â âthe daughterâ. why do you say that as if i have some type of rumor about me going around?â
âno, no, itâs nothing too serious. maybe a little insensitive, but . . iâve just heard people whispering about your family and whatnot. things like your father being up his own ass or you being a . . iâll dial it down to prude âcause i find other shit said derogatory, and i'm sure untrue.âÂ
pursing your lips, you hum at the things being spoken behind your back. itâs not surprising. âthank you for telling me that. iâm sure a lot of people have opinions about me and my family. my dad can be a bit of a hard ass. and i surely wouldnât call myself a prude. just because my family is religious doesnât necessarily make me feel the same.â
âyouâre not christian?â he asks.Â
âno, not at all. i mean, i believe in something. i pray, i talk to someone, but i donât consider them god. personally, i call them my fairy godmother,â you smile sweetly, thinking that sounded kind of silly. âsorry, that must sound childish.âÂ
âit doesnât, itâs cute,â he chuckles. âi feel the same. agnostic is the term for me. plus, iâm more of a spiritual person. crystals and shit.âÂ
your brows raise. âwow, thatâs rare to hear a man say that, at least here. itâs refreshing.âÂ
"why's that? you not from here?"
"nah, me and my mother are from the city. philly. he ended up moving us here after getting the deed to his grandfather's house. we've been here since i was ten."
eren shifts where he stands, removing the hair tie from his hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. tucking a strand behind one of his ears and shoving his hands into his pockets. âso does he have you on lockdown for the summer?âÂ
âpretty much. heâs got me set on studying for college. any other distraction in my path he throws a fit. i usually have free time whenever my mom needs something, like groceries for instance. i have friends and shit, i promise.âÂ
eren rolls his tongue and plants another toothpick in his mouth, chewing on it and watching as you curiously observe. to do the honors, he answers before you ask. âcigarette addiction. tryna cut back.âÂ
âmakes sense.âÂ
âhowâs about we keep it a secret?"
his tone was firm yet determined as he spoke. he knew it wouldnât be easy to keep a relationship a secret from the pastor, especially with how overprotective the man was of his daughter. but he was willing to do it, to give you a chance to be happy and not live the way your father demanded. lifeâs too short, and youâre young and pretty. the thought of sneaking around with you, being your dirty little secret, made his heart thump in excitement. he was never one to play by the rules anyway.
âyou mean like . . sneak around?â
âyeah. with your permission, of course.âÂ
for some reason, his intentions felt sexual. maybe he had heard the rumors and wanted to see what you were like and change that. youâre not a virgin, luckily the person who took it moved out of town therefore it remained a secret from everyone. heâs pretty to look at, nice on the eyes, fairly polite, and a flirt. but, you couldnât put your finger on it. and if this was going to be a waste of your time, you surely didnât want to risk your father finding out.Â
so, you decline. âi gotta go, iâm sorry. it was nice meeting you though.âÂ
eren couldnât help the slight grimace that appeared on his face when you extract your hand to give him a handshake. it felt so formal and . . cold. your dismissive tone and gesture made it seem like you were done, like you were giving up on the possibility of even interacting with him again. he wanted to question you further, but didnât want to come off as pushy.Â
âyeah, same to you.âÂ
while flashing a final smile, you push your cart around him to head for the check out counter.Â
âwhen can i see you again?!â he shouts across the open market, hands cuffed around his mouth so you hear him loud and clear.Â
âaround!âÂ
eren felt a small ache of disappointment at your vague response, but couldnât help but smile at the frantic pace you left him at. he knew heâd see you again, heâd make sure of it. two weeks passed and the cityâs fair was bustling with the townships' people. one they held every year right before halloween. youâd volunteer to help your mom with her candy apple stand, taking any opportunity not to be stuck home studying.Â
the county area was picturesque, a perfect example of the serene beauty of rural life. the fields stretched out as far as the eye could see, rolling hills dotted with occasional trees breaking up the endless stretches of greenery. cows and sheep could be seen grazing in the distance, their peaceful presence adding to the tranquility of the setting. the air was clean and crisp, carrying the scent of grass and wildflowers as the sun set into the night. the fair being held was a hive of activity. children running around laughing and excited chatter adding to the general din of the crowds. the smell of food wafted through the air, the scent of funnel cakes and other fried goods mingling with the underlying aroma of hay and dirt. bull rides and horse races occurring.Â
eren found himself wandering through the fair, his thoughts preoccupied as he looked around. he didnât really feel like playing games or participating in activities right now, he just wanted to clear his mind. but as he strolled past the laughing crowds of people, he paused, noticing a familiar figure nearby. his heart skipped a beat as he recognized you, and a small jolt of excitement coursed through him. your dressed in dark blue low rise affliction jeans that were flared towards the bottom along with a matching vest top and black western boots. a plain black cowboy hat atop of your head. your hairstyle changed completely the last time he saw you. itâs longer, reaching the middle of your back in soft, curly bora bora braids. you looked beautiful. straight out of a dream. a magazine even.Â
the wind blows roughly, and from where he stood he could smell the gourmand of your perfume. he stopped only a few feet from you, shoving his hands in his pockets in an attempt to look casual. despite the outward appearance of coolness, his heart was beating fast against his chest, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness coursing through his veins. he hoped youâd be happy to see him again, but he also couldnât shake the fear that you might reject him. . . again.Â
you were stationed at a small booth, an array of freshly made candy apples neatly lined up for sale. the aroma of sweet, sticky apples mixed with the sugary coating filled the air. a woman who stood beside you who stole your entire face, or more-like you stole hers, taking orders from customers, dipping each apple into the thick, red coating before handing it over with a smile. as he drew closer to you, he plastered a careless smile on his face, trying to appear nonchalant. he raised a hand in greeting, waving at you casually.
âhey, what a coincidence.âÂ
catching his attention, the glint in your eyes reads more than your face does, discreetly giving flirty while your smile is faint. youâre stunned to see him, in fact. briefly eyeing your mother before speaking. âoh, hi! um. . . didnât catch your name before.âÂ
âoh, uh. itâs eren. yeager. eren yeager.âÂ
he felt a slight flush of embarrassment as he said his name. he couldnât believe heâd forgotten to even introduce himself when heâd first met you. heâd been so eager to get to know you, to convince you to give him a chance, that heâd completely forgotten to mention his own name.
âright, how are you?âÂ
âuh, good. yeah, i'm good.âÂ
âare you here with family?âÂ
ânah, iâm here with some friends. theyâre wandering off somewhere,â he says. âare you? is your father here?âÂ
âhe isnât, actually. i just volunteered to help my mom out with her stand!â
erenâs smile grew just a fraction bigger at your response. he was silently grateful to whatever divine entity was watching over him for keeping your father from being here. it gave him a chance to talk to you freely.Â
âis that so? so youâre not being watched over right now?â
âiâm twenty, i donât need to be watched.â
âpoint taken,â he purses his lips, eyes trailing over to your mother who was clearly ear-hustling. eren decides to introduce himself. âhow you doinâ, maâam. itâs a pleasure meeting you.â
âoh, hello!â your mother smiled back, turning her body fully to take in his sudden attention. sheâs just a smaller version of you, same pretty face now slowly wrinkling with time. gray kinky curly hair that grazes her shoulders. sheâs dressed in a long navy blue dress painted with yellow daises, a white apron draped around her neck. she smiles at erenâs charming demeanor. âare you a friend of my daughter's?âÂ
he gave a small nod. "yes, that's right.âÂ
you could tell your mother scrutinized him for a moment, taking in his appearance. she could tell he was well-groomed and well-spoken, but she also had a watchful eye for any potential troublemakers. she glanced over at you, noting the way you were watching the interaction between the two of them, and then glanced back at eren.
âwell itâs nice to meet you. i donât believe you gave me your name,â she nodded in acknowledgment, her gaze still appraising him.Â
âapologies. iâm eren yeager, maâam.âÂ
she took in his name and the way he presented himself, weighing him silently in her mind. she was clearly being protective, trying to figure out if he was a suitable friend for you or not. you sigh deeply, twirling your fingers anxiously. eren notices.Â
âah, so youâre the eren iâve heard about. the troublemaker.âÂ
âma. .â you eye her, as if telling her not to start.Â
he smiled innocently, a small hint of embarrassment coloring his expression. he didn't think he was quite as bad as the rumors mightâve made him out to be, but he also knew that he wasn't exactly the most picture-perfect person.Â
âtroublemaker, huh? didnât know i was known for that. i can tell you that i'm the sweetest person youâll know if that eases you.âÂ
âhm,â your mother squints suspiciously, a small giggle, surprising to you at least, coming from her. you blink at her, brows furrowing. does she find him sweet? âarenât you charming. i hope you stand by your word.âÂ
this was becoming awkward for you. given the way you were raised and the household you grew up in, your mother was always the sweet one. stern when needed, but for the most part she let you be your own person. she still had heavy concerns for the people you chose to surround yourself with. and a man wasnât exactly something sheâd be ecstatic with. but with her sickness, and unknowing of the time she had left, sheâd let her guard down to see you happy. if he were to break your heart, itâd only be a lesson youâd have to learn on your own.Â
you remove your sight off of the pretty boy before you, the stand quieting down from attraction to hold her shoulder endearingly. âmama, would it be okay if i stepped away for a bit? just to talk.â
âjust for a bit, alright? and make sure youâre only talking,â she says, throwing eren a warning glare. you groan, titling your head annoyingly.Â
eren nodded in understanding, silently vowing not to do anything that would give your mother a reason to get between you two. the last thing he needed was a scolding from a protective parent, especially one as dedicated as yours. he already had to potentially worry about your father. he gave your mother a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her worry just a bit. âdonât worry, ma'am. weâre just going to head to the hoedown for a dance.âÂ
you shoot him a look, dancing sounds different from talking. he smirks.Â
âalright, fine. but you be back before ten, okay? no funny business.âÂ
shaking your head, you give her a peck on the cheek. âpromise mama. thank you.âÂ
âmhm hmm.âÂ
she watches eren step aside as you remove your apron, maneuvering around the stand as he elongates his arm with a gentle âafter youâ, the two of you strolling away, but not before you turn to look back, giving her a grateful yet giddy smile. your mother chuckles, waving and smiling back, her heart warming at the sight of eren reaching to hold your hand that you hesitated to take before giving in. she couldnât help but think this was going to be trouble.Â
âshe seems nice,â eren mutters, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.Â
you canât help but roll your eyes. âyeah, sheâs very sweet. just can be a bit overprotective.âÂ
âitâs good you have parents that care for you like that,â he replied, an almost sad tone in his voice.Â
"yeah, they. . they're cool," you say, faltering slightly as you try to find the right words. âwhat about yours?âÂ
you look up at eren, trying to catch his eyes, but he's staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his expression closed off. itâs clear that he doesn't want to dive too deep into it, but you can't help but wonder what could've happened to make him react like this. he clears his throat uncomfortably, protectively holding you close as he guides you through the crowd. it makes your heart jump.Â
âdad isnât the best.âÂ
â. . oh.âÂ
the ranch slowly comes into view, the sounds of music thrumming louder as you approach. thereâs a large, open space filled with people dressed in their best western attire, a sense of excitement and nervousness overtaking you. eren leads you through to make your way towards the center of the ranch, where the dancing and festivities are already in full swing. the music is lively and upbeat, couples twirling and spinning across the makeshift dance floor. others chugging down drinks at the bar.Â
âyou wâna show me how you move?â thereâs a certain look in his eye, something else that you can't quite identify. his confidence is infectious.Â
the crowds contagious, and itâs clear that everyone is having a great time. but you canât help but fidget at the thought of dancing with someone youâre extremely attracted to. who smelt like patchouli, dressed in all black with tan, slightly roughed up cowboy boots. whoâs smile is as bright as the moon, chocolate long hair making him look like the prettiest prince. it felt like a date. and technically, this would be your very first one. which, now that youâre thinking about it, is probably why your mom looked at you the way she did.Â
you cower, biting your lip. âum, i . . canât dance. at least the way they are.âÂ
eren raises his brow at your declaration. âreally? hm.âÂ
you swallow when erenâs hand pulls you a little closer by your hip, gently resting there to guide you into position. "don't worry. iâll lead, and you just follow. itâs not rocket science, right?"
âokay.âÂ
he starts to move, slowly guiding you into a basic step. despite your lack of knowledge, you try your best to keep up with him, your eyes glancing down at your feet every now and then out of fear of tripping. eren notices your hesitation and gives a small laugh. he keeps his arm around your waist, making sure you don't falter.
"relax. youâre doing fine. stop looking at your feet so much. youâre going to fall if you keep it up.âÂ
âsorry,â you giggle, your initial nerves starting to fall off as you let him guide you.Â
he spins you around gracefully, his hand still firmly holding you in place. you're starting to get the hang of it, your body slowly moving in time to the music. the expression on erenâs face is a mix of amusement and pride; it's clear he's enjoying teaching you to dance. as the music changes to a slightly faster beat, he picks up the pace a bit, twirling you around with practiced ease. his steps are confident, his grip firm yet comfortable. you find yourself actually enjoying the experience, laughing at your own clumsy attempts to keep up with him. his smile widens, his eyes shining with a playful glint as he watches you. amused by your honest attempts of catching up.Â
the music slows down eventually, and now plays a soft melody that has couples pulling each other closer to slow dance romantically. rolling your lips inward, you beam up at him with a soft chuckle. iâll be by edwin mccain playing, and it happened to be one of your favorite songs. the moment becomes intimate, and eren makes a move to rest both hands on your lower back to pull you even closer so your chest touches his. the warmth from his body onto yours gives you goosebumps. it gets more romantic when he places your arms on his shoulder, your hands interlocking while his eyes lock onto yours. bodies swaying slowly with the melodious tune.
âdonât know if i told you how pretty you are.â
you can feel a flutter in your chest at the unexpected compliment. you turn your eyes away from him, a small smile playing on your lips as you try and hide your reaction. you can feel the warmth rising in your face, and you have a feeling he notices it too. âand i told you that you say that to all the girls.â
youâre unsure what switched, but his face grows calm, studying your face intently, hugging you closer as if youâd slip away. that makes you alert. âso . . your mother thinks iâm trouble. iâm not sure what youâve heard about me. we do live in a small town so shit gets around, including rumors. but, what iâm worried about is how you perceive me.âÂ
the tone in his voice catches you off guard, his eyes fixed on yours with an almost vulnerable expression. âum, i havenât heard anything about you to be honest. i donât really stick my nose in drama, or the bullshit older folks gossip about. clearly, my mom knows, and iâve heard something minor about your father. . i just â donât want things like that to cloud my judgment of you. iâd wanna get to know you from you.â
he swallows, trying to contain his thankfulness. âseriously?âÂ
âyeah, i mean . .â you shrug shyly. âpeople donât necessarily have many nice things to say about me or my family apparently. i guess you could say weâre two peas in a pod.âÂ
âoutcasts,â eren prys in a small joke.Â
âcomplicated, whatever. misconceptions everyone makes when they donât know shit. if i get to know you, and get what i think we want to get from each other, and it turns out to be great or goes completely to shit? then thatâs for me to decide when iâm ready.âÂ
âyouâre absolutely right,â he sighs. âi fuckinâ hate this town sometimes. iâm twenty-three ân i feel like i'm stuck here. i just wanna run away and start a new life.âÂ
âi feel the same,â you weakly smile, thoughts flashing around in your head. âthis doesnât feel like home anymore. the community is perfect exterior-wise, but deep down everyoneâs a little demented. and believe it or not, my life is miserable. my fatherâs too overbearing, my mom's sick. they have these high expectations of me, like going to college and honoring the familyâs name. but, iâm starting to realize itâs not what i want anymore. iâm only doing it to please them. my father legit made me take a year off just to make sure iâm fully prepared for college.â
âhas your father always been strict like that?â eren switches with you as more people make way on the floor, facing south now. the star lights hung on the ceiling setting the mood as more love music played.Â
âsince i was a kid, yeah. heâs always had these values he believed we should uphold. âkeepingâ the families guidance, childâ he would say,â eren watches you chuckle dryly, his jaw clenching. âoften times i wonder why my mother married someone like him when sheâs the complete opposite. iâm guessing he was different when they were younger. sometimes i think i ruined their love.âÂ
âdonât think that, ê°âĄê±,â hearing your name come from him made you squeeze his hand tighter, oddly feeling comforted. âwhatever problems they have arenât because of you. they decided to bring you into this world, therefore itâs their job to raise you to be the best you can be. and i think youâre great, and you can think for yourself and do whatever you want with your life.âÂ
âthank you, eren.âÂ
âmhm,â eren searches your face continuously, memorizing every detail of expression. for future notes. âdo you think heâs so hard on you because he never got the opportunities you have? or âcause, you know, youâre his only girl?â eren asks.Â
instantly, you nod. âyeah, thatâs definitely it. heâs afraid to make a mistake. granted, heâs made a few already. no parent is perfect, but itâd be nice if heâd see me as the adult i am now and not just his baby girl. or perceive me as this sweet little church girl whose only values in life are to please her parents and have awards to hang in the house to boast about when we get visitors.âÂ
âthatâs gotta be hard, iâm sorry.âÂ
âitâs okay. iâd also be the first in my family to attend college. i got offered a scholarship to brown, which is why he has me studying till i bleed. figuratively, of course.âÂ
âwow, an ivy league. thatâs big.âÂ
âthanks, iâm a genius,â you roll your eyes sarcastically. your hands drop from his neck, entwining your right hand with his left, eren wrapping his arm around your waist as you two dance that way. âyour hands are really soft.âÂ
âall that butter i be churninâ,â he cackles. his face grows serious once more, and yet again youâre unable to read him. âlisten, so . . i wâna tell you that i really am drawn to you. i like you, ân iâd like to get to know you. who knows, maybe one day we can run away together from our lives here, some clichĂ© shit like that.âÂ
âi . . yeah. i really wanna get to know you, too.â
âooh, you likinâ me?â he flirts.Â
you can't help but give him a small smile, your cheeks flushing slightly. this lovesick feeling you get around him was something youâd only read about in novels hauled up in your bedroom to escape reality. it felt nice.Â
"maybe i am. what if i am?"
"i like the sound of that," he replies, his voice a soft murmur just above your ear. "i like it a lot, actually."
you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the closeness making your heartbeat quicken. you try to tell yourself that it's just the dance, just the music, that's making you feel this way, but deep down, you know it's more than that. something about eren, something about the way he's looking at you right now, is stirring up feelings you haven't felt before.
âyou know," he says, his voice low and intimate, "would it be too early for me to ask to kiss you?â
and that followed up with more forbidden kisses. the two of you tried to see each other four days out of the week, of course, sundayâs being off limits. youâd run to the market for your mother and spend most of your time at erenâs farm feeding the animals and helping him work. making up an excuse when your mother asked why you took so long. the two of you decided it was best to keep your relationship private from both your mother and father until the time was right. there are nights when you would sneak out when your parents were sleeping to make out in the back of his pickup truck under the stars.Â
play fighting in the lake, writing each other love letters, running into his arms whenever you saw him while he spun you around and held you tight. every moment spent with him felt like a novel. every kiss feels like a risk, every touch like a secret act of rebellion. living a double life pretending to be just friends. the intimacy of stolen moments you share is like a secret language, a bond forged by the very secrecy that threatens to keep you apart. a month into the relationship, eren surprised you with a date at the same ranch where you shared your first dance. decorating the back of his truck with blankets, pillows, and tons of snacks for a drive-in movie casting on the back of the ranch. he made love to you for the first time that night.Â
pastor kain and most of the god-fearing parents in this town knew that eren had a reputation for being rowdy and a sweet talker with the girls. heâs not necessarily someone theyâd see their daughter for. and eren will admit heâs made some poor decisions in life, but that didnât make up for who he was deep inside. nobody knew him. they only knew the surface level of what was spoken of him and his family. the yeager's. eren practically runs the farm thatâs in his motherâs name, working his ass off every day while his father wastes himself in heavy liquor on the living room couch. he couldâve left a long time ago, but his attachment to his mother and what she built refused to let him pull away.Â
his father made a few public appearances that tarnished their family name further. altercations with good people in town for giving him dirty looks or speaking with ill intent on his son. a father forever, but a horrible dad through and through. his reputation already ruined erenâs. a lot of people assumed heâd be exactly like his father; a drunk, and an abuser. his mother going without peace in a horrible fight between the two causing her heart attack. eren hates that he canât let him go, having a few nasty fist fights himself. maybe heâs hoping heâd get better one day and be someone. but that was far from what will happen.Â
eventually, you and eren sneaking around had to end when word got out about it through your fatherâs church; an older woman calling you a slut and stating that youâll be no good dealing with a yeager. itâs clear they were truly disliked in this town full of idiots and sinners themselves. âholier than thou, up their asses, pretentious dicks!â is what eren had to say about it. you and your father had one of the worst arguments of your life. a total scream fest when he found out.Â
eren sat outside in his truck, anxiously bouncing his leg, eventually exiting to pace around on your porch. you come out with tears streaming down your face, eyes red and puffy. eren falls apart, cooing âawe, babyâ before embracing you into a tight hug, his strong arms burying your face into the warmth of his chest.Â
âhe just doesnât understand. i donât get why he doesnât understand,â you choke on your sobs, eren brushing a hand down the back of your head, kissing it after.Â
âlet me talk to him,â eren suggests, and instantly youâre disagreeing, backing away and trembling.Â
âno, eren. i told you, nothing we can say will get through to him. heâs fuckinâ hopeless!âÂ
âkain, stop it!â your motherâs frantic voice could be heard shouting at your father from inside, glass being thrown out of anger.Â
the blood flows through erenâs veins viscerally, an intense feeling settling within him, bringing back memories of his own mother. the booming voices of his father and items being tossed, knocked down, or torn. without another word, heâs rushing into your home intending to set things straight. you panic, following his lead, unaware of what he is capable of when angry. youâve never seen him on that level before. you knew him well enough to know that he wouldnât put his hands on your parent, and he was respectful to show proper communication.Â
âeren!â your voice croaks, tailgating him as he approaches your fatherâs office where the commotion ensues.Â
âheâs corrupting our child! why canât you see that?!âÂ
eren stands tall, pulling you behind him protectively as he meets pastor kainâs accusing glare with unwavering determination.Â
âwho told you to step foot into my home, boy?ïżœïżœ pastor kain grits, your mother standing idly beside him, pain wretched over her face. your lips begin to tremble, hating seeing her that way. you never wanted this to be the outcome. you just wanted to love this man. why should you be punished for that?Â
âcorrupting her?â eren chooses to ignore his statement and cut to the main issue. âsir, with all due respect, itâs not your decision to say who she can ân cannot be with. i have no intent to hurt her, which is exactly what youâre doing right now. we've made choices based on what's best for us, for our future. ân while those choices may differ from what you had planned, they are ours to make.â Â
âand who gave you permission to include yourself into my daughter's plans?â the man snarled, eyeing you as you sob behind eren aggressively. your cries paining erenâs heart. you were too broken to stand up for yourself right now. feeling like youâve been doing that for your entire existence. it felt safe to have eren handle things for you.Â
âshe did, because sheâs an adult and i will marry her whether you give us your blessing or not,â his voice rises, tinged with a hint of defiance. the word marriage drives your father into madness. âi will never apologize for loving your daughter, for wanting to build a life with her. if that makes me a bad decision in your eyes, then so be it. but i refuse to let you dictate the course of our happiness.âÂ
his gaze shifted towards you, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and disappointment. the tension hung heavy in the air, the weight of their disagreement pressing down upon them. yet amidst the conflict, there was an undercurrent of love and concern, a testament to the complex bond that existed between father and daughter. your father holds a hand to his heart as if itâs torn, strolling around his brown desk to take a seat.Â
âyouâre going to let him speak for you, ê°âĄê±. speak to me like this? thereâs no respect for me anymore?âÂ
your sniffles are loud, removing your face from the middle of erenâs broad back to stand your ground, elevating your head and clutching his hand tighter. âi truly donât know what else i can say to you, daddy. iâm not fond of the life you have planned for me. i will always be your daughter, but i canât and will not be this little girl you want to have control over. i am an adult, therefore you have to treat me as such. i no longer want to attend college because of my own decision. it was always your dream, not mine. eren had nothing to do with these transitions. i am allowed to love whomever i please.âÂ
the room falls silent as your parents stare at you, your mother placing her hands over her chest with loving despair. she herself has made multiple attempts to try and change her husband's point of view, but nothing surpasses. eren glances at you, eyes shining with adoration and protectiveness.Â
âitâs not that i wonât let you live your life. itâs that i donât approve of who youâre trying to give your life to. what can he do for you?âÂ
eren feels a sense of inferiority. âi may not come from wealth, but i am not a man of indolence. your daughter is a remarkable woman who deserves everything she wishes for. she knows her own mind ân heart, ân she's chosen me. ân i love her for that. iâm not belittling your concerns, but i can not, in good conscience, abandon the woman i loveâ needs. we may not fit the mold you've envisioned, but i love her and will continue to whether you disapprove or not. i will provide for her, take care of her. she never has to lift a finger while with me.âÂ
pastor kainâs face contorted in anguish, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world bore down upon him. he looked at you, then at eren, his eyes searching for some glimmer of understanding, some shred of compromise.
âoh lord, have mercy on us all,â with a heavy sigh, he turned away, his voice barely audible as he spoke. âyouâve made your choice clear, ê°âĄê±. youâre choosing to leave the only home you've ever known, turnin' your back on the only family you've ever had. and for what? a fleeting romance with a man who can't even provide you with a stable future? someone rowdy with a poor excuse of a father? a flirt who canât handle his greed for women? you want me to be happy for you? for this? he ainât good for you, baby girl. and i will stand by that for as long as i breathe.âÂ
thatâs when all of you equally realized that no matter what was said, his opinion will remain one sided. admitting defeat as a whole. anything that was said completely flew over his head, and only his view mattered. itâs narcissistic, and bizarre. eren was baffled, in fact.Â
the waves of pain crash down on you, wishing he would just understand you, and be happy for you. to approve and give his blessings. to tell you that the man youâre in love with is good for you. eren holds you as your body grows weak, almost falling over. itâs clear the effect this had on you, and he fucking hated it.Â
âi just want you to . . you donât even k-know him.âÂ
he shook his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. âi fear for your soul, my dear.âÂ
i fear for your soul. that haunted your dreams like nothing else ever had. it was by far the vilest thing youâd ever heard your father say to you. it made you cry for days on end. breaking your heart over and over again. weakening since the moment youâd packed your suitcase and said goodbye to your mother. you no longer saw your father as family. giving her a heartfelt embrace and kissing your home goodbye. four months later, your mother passed away. regret ached at you for not seeing her as much after you left with eren. youâd seen her only a few times after the horrible fight, spending the day with her as she gave eren an extreme apology as well as her approval. she prayed youâd forgive your father, to give him grace.Â
the last time you saw your father was at your motherâs funeral. and the look on his face remained the same towards eren; disgust. you still loved your father a great deal, but the respect no longer resides. youâd comfort him, check on him occasionally, but keep your distance to protect your peace. after your mother received a beautiful burial, you continued your future with eren. marrying in secrecy two months later. in the aftermath of loss, the two of you found solace in each other. amidst the grief and chaos, your love became a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there could still be beauty. so, in a quiet ceremony surrounded by close friends, you vowed to spend the rest of your lives together.Â
as you exchanged rings and sealed your union with a kiss, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders. for a moment, nothing else mattered except the love you shared, the future you would build together. a good thing that came out of this was erenâs father getting clean and giving him a letter from his mother heâd kept hidden on his own accord. a title for land sheâd purchased just for him to do what he pleased. erenâs father held down the farm while eren decided to build your dream home on the new land. and he stood by his word.Â
it was hard for eren to forgive his father, but he appreciated that he wanted to be better. itâd never bring his mother back, nor heal the bruises on his heart, but it was something. once he built this home for the two of you, heâd never have to see him again. it seemed like both of you were running away from your fatherâs. it was scary how somewhat similar your situations were. you became acquainted with his father out of respect, helping with the farm to pass time as eren focused on building the house with his friends. it helped you clear your mind surprisingly, always adoring animals and gardening. itâs something you wanted to do once the house was ready as a hobby.Â
some days were really hard, grieving not only the death of your mother but the separation from your father. you felt bad for the many nights you cried in erenâs arms about it. luckily he didnât invalidate your feelings. he constantly reassured you that everything you felt was natural, and he had no problem comforting you on your lowest days. and that if anyone understood the pain of losing a mother, itâd be him. he truly was your angel. who wouldâve thought a man youâd met at a market one random day would be the one youâd spend the rest of your life with.Â
eren spent an entire year and a half building a charming little cottage nestled in a scenic countryside setting out of town, about an hour. itâs a cozy, quaint structure with a warm, homey feeling. the exterior is made of white wood, front adorned by a wrap-around porch, blue shutters, and a few flowers in pots. the windows are large and welcoming, bringing in natural light and a lovely view of the surrounding landscape. heâd built your dream kitchen, tall windows overlooking the garden. a bathroom with a clawfoot tub and double sinks. and a library so you could read and write. he did it all.Â
you stood beside him, hand resting on the small of his back as you surveyed your new home.Â
"this is perfect," you whispered, voice filled with emotion as tears well in your eyes. âitâs everything iâve ever wanted, eren. thank you.âÂ
eren turned to you, his eyes shining with love and pride. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. the scent of your perfume mingled with the earthy aroma of nature filling his senses with comfort.
âi meant what i said, i'd do anything to make you happy,â he murmured, breath tickling your skin. he tilts your chin up, gaze locking with yours as he brushes a stray curl behind your ear, the tears falling down your brown cheeks. âyouâre the most important thing in my life, and now we get to share this space, these memories, everything. together."
âââ ââ âââ â ââ âđŠ
a storm is raging outside on the day of your anniversary, and it only raises your anxiety for your husband currently working in this weather. youâd set up the dining area to surprise eren, spending hours in the kitchen to perfect the tastiest meal. youâd always be sure to welcome him home with a good meal after hard labor. talks of the storm have been on a loop, playing on the living room tv repeatedly. one of your worst fears was a natural disaster. for it to possibly happen today of all days felt like a big joke.Â
youâve been trying to keep your mind off it, praying for erenâs safety while anxiously nibbling at your cross necklace. youâve tried to contact him a few times, but gotten no response. assuming he was busy, you left it alone, knowing heâd get back to you as soon as he was available. service was probably terrible out there. within the next moment, as you set the oven to three sixty-five and placed the round cake pan in, the sound of the front door swinging open alerts you. you hear that familiar sound of house keys jangling, and your heart nearly combusts at the realization that your husband made it home.Â
the oven mitts come off, and immediately youâre bolting towards the living room; a sweet scent of roses wafting up from the extreme wind blowing into the house and the bouquet in his hand. âwhere you at, baby? iâm home!âÂ
his voice calling out to you makes you giggle, echoing through the warm house. a few seconds later, you emerged from the archway, a smile beaming on your pretty face as you ran into his arms, eren chuckling as he caught you and your legs wrapped around his waist. kissing at his face in relief.
âbaby, i was so, so nervous. the storms gettinâ worse by the day. i thought you were stuck somewhere. you werenât answering your phone ân i got so scareddd,â you bury your face in the crook of his tatted neck, nearly sobbing as you clutch him tight.Â
itâs true, the weather was horrible. trees knocking down, power going out, roads blocked. it happened out of the blue. theyâre saying a hurricane is a high possibility. why youâre finding out last minute? who fucking knows. unfortunately, he was on the clock today working at the plant, his highlighted yellow vest adorned on his shoulders as he stepped himself out of his dirty timberlands. luckily they were collectively told to head home early for safety reasons.Â
âoh, darlinâ, iâm alright. my bodyâs intact,â he kisses your cheek. âi told you to stop watchinâ the news. it makes you more sensitive.âÂ
he sets you down slowly, your bare feet hitting the ground while you pout up at him. your curls were tousled as if you'd just rolled out of bed, but you looked beautiful, breath catching in his throat actually. especially dressed up in this dark red two-piece set. cute ruffled shorts and a skimpy bra accentuating your every curve in a way that left little to the imagination. the swell of your ass, hips, and thickness of your thighs that touch swallows the material salaciously. your skin is smooth, always. scented with dewberries and magnolia.Â
âfuck, baby,â he breathed, voice low and husky as his hand slips down to grip your ass, spanking you hard as you squeak. âi like this on you. you look pretty.âÂ
âthank you, baby,â your eyes sparkle with affection. âi wanted today to be special. i made dinner and all. but the storm had me shittinâ myself.âÂ
âthatâs why i gotcha these before the flower shop closed. well, i ordered âem ahead of time ân miss valerie let me pick âem up,â eren hands you the assortment of flowers in his hand, blooming red roses and cream calla lilies swarmed in black wrapping paper. you take them, adoringly jutting out your lower lip more. âhappy anniversary, sweetheart.â
âyouâre such a sweetie, rennie,â you lay your chin on his chest, leaning into him while looking up at him with puppy eyes. âthank you.âÂ
âmhm hmm,â eren loses focus already, clutching the side of your face before leveling his neck lower to capture your lips in a searing kiss, bottom lip dropping to enclose your mouth with his.Â
the kiss is slow and filled with passion, eyes shutting in sync as you moan from his taste. he smelt like heâd done hard labor and the musk of his cologne heâd spritzed at six in the morning, but you loved it. every time. your fantasies just get more disgusting as you age. the heavy toolbelt thatâs sliding down his hips, the white crewneck, slightly stained with patches of oil almost eating up his muscles, showcasing his tatted right arm and neck. wedding band around his finger as he holds your face to aggressively kiss your smaller frame. heâs forever hot.Â
the savory aroma of dinner wafted up from the oven, momentarily breaking the spell. with a groan, he reluctantly pulled back, eyes never leaving yours. "i smell food.âÂ
"well, since you've gone through all that trouble, i showed my appreciation properly."Â
as you drag him towards the dining room, his gaze falls upon the beautifully set table, the flickering candlelight casting a romantic glow across the darkly lit room. confetti littered the surface, a whimsical touch that added to the celebratory atmosphere. a chilled bottle of wine sat in a silver bucket. he watched you slip on your oven mitts to retrieve the food you were keeping warm. eren surveys the spread, the tantalizing aroma of perfectly steamed lobster claws glistened with butter, while the filet mignon looked pink and juicy. his stomach growls with anticipation, only eating the lunch you packed for him earlier in the day containing birria ramen and pork dumplings.Â
âdamn, you always do so well. good job, baby,â he marveled, heart swelling with admiration for your thoughtfulness. his praises making your face heat up. he does it so much youâre not sure if he realizes how it makes you feel. "everything looks so good. let me jusâ shower real quick ân we can dig in, yeah?âÂ
ânoo,â you protest. eren arches a brow. with a flourish, you poured two glasses, the rich red liquid swirling seductively in the crystal bowls. âlove you like this.âÂ
eren cracks a smirk, sucking his teeth in amusement. âyouâre so dirty, girl.âÂ
"you like it,â you raise your glass in a silent salute. âcome eat. i need you thick.âÂ
âshut it.âÂ
you scream as he hits your ass playfully, sneaking behind you to kiss your cheek while you snort, eren pulling out your chair like a gentleman so you can sit, soon taking his adjacent to you. for the next hour the two of you enjoyed each other's company, laughing in faces, getting tipsy, love bites and sensual touching . . the usual. eren thanked you repeatedly for how good the food was, soothing old-school rnb playing soundly low in the background while he washed the dishes as you spread chocolate icing on the cake you baked. it was a moment of simple domesticity, a glimpse into the everyday life youâd built together. once the last plate was put away, your husband dried his hands and turned to face you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he watched you sip your wine while you spread the icing spatula over the cake, humming to the tune.Â
slowly, he approaches you, coming behind you and planting kisses along your neck, your hand dropping the spatula while your eyes falter shut. his kisses are filthy, his hands groping you to push your ass back onto the outline of his dick now hard in his jeans for a while. he slowly trails a hand up your throat to clutch, pushing you against the counter nearly bending you over fully.Â
you moan, rubbing your ass back on him as his hands roam over your body, a wine glass in your hand as you close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder. you reached beside yourself, fingers trailing lightly down his forearm where his hand slips in between your thighs, groaning on your skin as he rocks his erection against the shape of your ass. a delicate gasp falls from you, setting your wine glass down and hooking your arm behind yourself to hold his head in place.Â
âcâmere,â eren licks his lips, your skin prickling with heat as he guides you closer to him by your abdomen, spreading your thighs further apart to slot his fingers into your ruffled bloomers.Â
his teeth nip at your earlobe while he grunts and rolls the pads of his rough fingers against your clit, a cute sound emitting from your mouth. your jaw is agape, eren hissing when you tug at his hair the minute heâs sliding his middle fingers into your pussy, stretching you open as his thumb strums your clit, tugging your bloomers down to your knees with the hook of his thumb. instantly, youâre falling apart. moans breaking out in short whimpers and high gasps, grinding into his palm. eren arches over you, free hand palming the countertop which your hand rests over to grab for leverage, wedding bands touching, his breath heavy on your flushed skin. Â
"there we go, take it baby,â he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire and encouragement. he leans in to capture your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to mingle with yours.Â
âbabyy,â youâre whimpering, his fingers long and entirely deep inside of you. the loud squelch of your pussy fueling him.Â
erenâs fingers scissor and curl to hit that perfect spot inside you, your moans growing louder, hips rocking to match his rhythm. the dual stimulation of his fingers fucking you while he thumbs at your clit has your body trembling with anticipation, the wine in both of your systems heightening every feeling. the desperate clench around his fingers only increases his efforts, pumping his fingers faster and applying more pressure to your sensitive bud.
the sudden insistent knocking at the door shattered the intimate mood. you froze, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes shot open to glance at him, a mix of annoyance and concern etched on his features as you watch his jaw clench. he wants to ignore it, but the worry on your face tells him not to. heâs groaning.Â
âthe hell could that be?" he muttered under his breath, your mind racing with possibilities. it wasn't uncommon for neighbors to stop by, but during a severe storm? youâd think everyone would be hauled up at home.Â
groaning yourself, you fix yourself up, scrunching your face from the uncomfortable feeling of wetness sticking between your thighs. wanting to stomp in irritation, you go to grab a soapy towelette as erenâs too busy licking you clean off his fingers while shaking your head and wiping his hand.Â
âdo you think it could be the county police? maybe theyâre checking to see if everyoneâs safe,â you say, going to search for one of erenâs oversized hoodies to toss over your head and cover your body appropriately.Â
âcould be. i heard a few peopleâs had their power knocked out. iâm hoping we wonât have to evacuate.âÂ
eren takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever interruption awaited. with a reluctant sigh, he strode towards the front door once you were ready. as he unlocked it, he made sure to securely have a tight grip on it since the wind was ridiculous out. the last thing the two of you expected was to see a familiar face awaiting, going into shock as you see your father standing on the other side, his gaze sweeping over eren before settling onto you.Â
âpastor,â eren greeted him curtly, trying to keep his tone neutral despite the annoyance simmering beneath the surface. he steps aside, letting the man inside so he wouldnât get knocked over by the raging winds. âcome in if you must.âÂ
eren shuts the door, standing tall next to you. heâs confused why heâs here, hoping his visit wasnât a thinly veiled attempt to criticize his relationship with you once again. then again, itâs been three years since heâs personally seen him. of course you kept him in your life, just extremely briefly. you stand beside eren, feeling his tension and bracing yourself for an uncomfortable confrontation. pastor kainâs presence fills the room with an awkward heaviness, and you can almost sense the disapproval radiating off him in palpable waves.
âdaddy, what are you doing here?" you ask softly, worry and curiosity inked in your voice.Â
as pastor kain stepped further into the house, his eyes roamed the space, taking in the evidence of you and your husbandâs shared life together. the cozy living room, adorned with photos of you two, hinted at the love and connection youâd built. the faint scent of the dinner you had not long ago, a reminder of the domestic bliss youâd created.
âi was in the neighborhood and wanted to see my daughter. the stormâs really bad, and i got worried. hopefully i'm not interrupting anything.âÂ
your eyes soften, smiling faintly. "thank you for doing that. iâm glad you stopped by. but you should be home. why were you out in this weather?âÂ
âhad to drop cherry off at the vet, she ainât doing too good,â your father frowned, the mention of the dog heâd gotten a while after your mother passed makes you sympathize.Â
âoh, iâm sorry to hear that. she gonâ be okay?âÂ
âcanât say for sure. she been havinâ a lot of stomach problems, uh . .â he quickly clears his throat as if to cover up his pain. you weakly smile, rubbing his arm.Â
âhey, no need to explain. iâm prayinâ sheâll be okay. itâs nice to see you, um . . eren and i were just celebrating our anniversary. would you like to join us for dessert?â you gesture towards the kitchen where a decadent chocolate on chocolate cake sits on the counter.Â
eren watched pastor kainâs expression closely, gauging his reaction to the invitation. when he hesitated, eren couldn't help but feel a flicker of irritation.Â
âsure, why not?" pastor kain replied gruffly, his gaze lingering on the cake before meeting erenâs eyes. "but just a slice, i shouldn't impose."
eren bit back a retort, choosing instead to lead the way to the kitchen. he motions for the two of you to take a seat at the dining table while he cuts a generous portion for each of you. it's silent until he comes back.
âhere you go, sir,â eren says, handing him a plate with a warm smile.Â
â âpreciate you.âÂ
eren nods formally, leaning against the counter, observing the interaction between you and your father with a mix of curiosity and caution.Â
âhowâve you been? i know last time i saw you, you were attending therapy. is that going well?â you ask.Â
âitâs been . . difficult," pastor kain admitted, his voice cracking slightly as he set his fork down. he rubbed the back of his neck, a sign of discomfort or perhaps guilt. "losing your mother was a blow, and then dealing with your decision to . . leave home. .âÂ
he trailed off, gaze drifting to you before returning to meet erenâs eyes. there was a depth of sorrow in his eyes that he hadn't seen before, and for a moment, eren almost felt sorry for the man. the topic of your mother is still hard for you, eren coming over to sit beside you to entwine his fingers with yours to give you comfort.Â
âi miss her every day," pastor kain continued, his voice barely above a whisper. your heart aches to hear your father's admission, and you reach out instinctively to lay a comforting hand on his. despite your differences, you know the pain of losing your mother is something you share deeply.
"i miss her too, daddy," you say softly, voice thick with emotion. "every single day. but, she would want us all to be happy, and live life to the fullest. she told me so after . . everything.âÂ
the thought of the altercation makes you all shift uncomfortably, hating that night. âwe both care about you very much. i know things haven't always been easy between us, but . . i hope we can find a way to mend those bridges."
âthatâs another thing iâve been discussing with my therapist,â he sighs. âwe talk about that night often, and somehow it still stirs something . . awful in me. though time has passed, i still don't approve of you disappearing with this man while giving me the short end of the stick with only minimal check-ins."
that makes eren flinch, feeling a sting of defensiveness rise within him. clenching his jaw, he stares intently at your father. just waiting for him to really try it. at this point in time, he gave no fucks about respect. eren knows you can stand up for yourself, but he wonât hesitate to set him straight.Â
"leaving wasn't easy for me, you know that, as iâve said before. i loved mom so much, and i didn't want to abandon you. but i also needed to follow my heart and build a life with someone who accepts me for who i am. youâre still upset about us eloping, alright. but that doesn't mean our love is any less real. i mean, of all days, you really chose to do this today?âÂ
âiâm not saying your love isnât real,â pastor kain said, his tone softening slightly as he realized he was already upsetting you. itâs something heâs trying to work on. he sighed heavily, running a hand through his gray hair. âi just miss my little girl. the one who used to sit on my lap during sermons, who helped me prepare for sunday mornings. you grew up too fast, baby girl. left me behind. for this man i barely know.âÂ
your heart clenches at the raw emotion in your father's voice, and you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, getting irritated by your sensitivity. his words still sting, a painful reminder of the distance that has grown between you over the years. eren doesnât appreciate the way heâs making you feel, easily getting triggered.Â
âforgive me for intruding, but i donât appreciate the disrespect you have towards me or my wife.â eren budges in, his intervention catching you off guard. you face him with wide eyes, silently urging him to tread carefully. while you appreciate his protectiveness, you don't want him to further alienate your father.
"itâs okay, eren," you murmur, placing a calming hand on his chest. he looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before crossing his arms over his broad chest.
âno, itâs not okay, ê°âĄê±,â eren stops you. âi've grown tired of being disrespected 'n judged based on your father's misconceptions of me. you donât know me because you havenât tried to get to.âÂ
a challenge simmers in the dark depths of his eyes as he stares at your father. âif you truly care about your daughter's happiness, then you should be supporting her choices, not tryinâ to tear them down with your outdated beliefs.â
âwith all do respect, eren, sheâs still my daughter.â
âactually, no,â eren jumps back in, his jaw clenching, a hint of steel underlying his words. âthis is my wife, and this is our house. if you choose not to respect it then you can kindly see yourself outta that door. i donât understand your mindset when it comes to knockinâ down your daughter's happiness, nor do i understand holdinâ me accountable for shit i did as a stupid kid.â
âthat doesn't change the fact that you stole my daughter from me and married her outside of her faith. it goes against everything I've taught her. and you aren't even a christian, itâs not according to godâs plan."
âwhere is this even coming from?â you scrunch up your face in disgust, eyes piercing at him. âwhy are you still being like this after all these years?âÂ
âiâm not tryinâ to cause an argument. i talked to god and realized i should come forward with issues that are bothering me, and find solace. and thatâs what iâm doinâ.âÂ
âby still hurting me?âÂ
âiâll say it again,â eren cuts back in. âsheâs my wife. put aside your religious beliefs and respect that as a man,â eren scoffs. âwe may not have married under oath, but it happened. so deal with it.âÂ
âi would respect you a lot more if you gave my daughter the proper marriage with her family. especially after her mother died. maybe iâd forgive all your other sins. this goes against her familyâs unity,â pastor kain snarls.Â
âdad, enough,â your eyes squeeze tight. heâs ruining your day. âthis is getting out of hand now. .âÂ
eren pinches the bridge of his nose, ready to swing at this point. "pastor kain, i understand that my past mistakes have given you a reason to doubt me. but i'm not that same reckless kid anymore, clearly. i've worked hard to build this home for us ân keep it. everything iâve done from the moment i met her to now, has been for her. so hereâs whatâs gonâ happen. you either start respecting your daughterâs choices and accepting me as part of this family, or you can kindly remove yourself from her life. because i wonât tolerate disrespect towards her, especially not in my home.â
as eren speaks, you instinctively reach out and intertwine your fingers with his, feeling the warmth and solidity of his touch. pastor kainâs expression remains stoic, but you sense a crack in the armor of his rigid beliefs. perhaps, just perhaps, erenâs sincerity and your own steadfastness are beginning to chip away at the walls of resistance.Â
âand if you canât accept me, then maybe itâs time for you to reexamine your own faith and values. because the way youâre treating your daughter, i wouldnât say itâs christian of you at all. so i implore you, for her sake, let go of your preconceived notions.âÂ
the air goes quiet for a while, eren staring at your father blankly while you gather your thoughts and caress his hand. it doesnât take long for your father to push back his chair, the wood slightly scraping the floor as he rises up.Â
âi apologize, to both of you. truly,â he swallows, bowing his head. âiâve made plenty of mistakes iâm not proud of. the biggest one running my daughter away from home. i am trying to do better, i am. my old habits seep out unexpectedly. i think deep down my blessings were always with you two, i just have selfish tendencies. i am deeply sorry, eren.âÂ
eren isnât sure if this is a facade, or if the man is being genuine. his lips are pressed into a straight line, nodding once but having no more words. heâd accept it, but the matter of if he was willing to change and show proof remained.Â
âright,â he smiles weakly. âand i'm sorry to you, ê°âĄê±. iâve never meant to hurt you, granted i have many times. i will continue to repent for my sins. and i hope one day you can forgive me. i will let you two enjoy the rest of your day, i'm sorry to intrude.âÂ
pastor kain gives one more smile to you both before turning his back away and heading towards the front door. youâre frozen in your spot, your heart telling you to bring him back because it wasnât safe.Â
âwe canât let him go,â you turn to eren, anxiousness written all over your face. âeren, itâs really dangerous out there. what if something happens to him?âÂ
eren sighs, leaning in to kiss your forehead before standing to follow behind him. his hand is on the nozzle of the door before erenâs speaking up, clearing his throat to rid the still pent up animosity.Â
âyou can stay the night. i wonât let you travel in that storm.âÂ
pastor kain breathed in. âno, no. itâs completely fine. iâve already overstayed my welââ
âi insist,â eren finalizes, blinking slowly. âê°âĄê± will lose her shit if you drivinâ in that. you know sheâs terrified of storms.âÂ
a few minutes pass and your father sits on the living room couch with eren making conversation, surprisingly. you can tell your father is trying to get to know him, and being respectful. you zone out for the most part, this day feeling long and getting to you. you decide to fix him a plate of leftover food you had and making everyone hot chocolate to ease the stress. itâs getting extremely late now, almost near midnight and your father grows tired.Â
âwe can take the sofa. you head upstairs and get comfortable,â you smile at your father, eren glaring down at you as you hook your arm with his.
erenâs jaw tightens slightly at the suggestion, but he quickly masks his irritation with a polite smile. he knows it's the right thing to offer your father the bed, despite his own desires to share a more intimate space with you. the house was built specifically for both of your comfortability since the two of you had long decided kids werenât for you, being satisfied without.Â
"thatâs very kind of you, darlinâ," eren says, his voice smooth and measured. âi think your father will appreciate that, huh?âÂ
âmhm hmm,â you nod sheepishly. âthere are clean towels and washcloths in the closet by the bathroom. weâll be down here if you need anything.âÂ
âthink iâll manage, baby girl. thank you.âÂ
your father gives you a sweet hug and a delicate forehead kiss before smiling at eren and giving him a handshake. âthank you.âÂ
âno problem.âÂ
eren sighs deeply once heâs fully upstairs, grumbling, âgotta take a pissâ before heâs heading to the second bathroom around the hall. you gather extra blankets from the coat closet, cutting off the lights while snuggling into the pillow soft couch watching adult cartoons. itâs been a hell of a day, and you wanted nothing more than to ignore the horrible weather outside and sleep next to your man. the white noise of the staticky television nearly has you drifting off to sleep, that is until thirty minutes later youâre woken up by eren sliding next to you. Â
as the two of you settle in for the night, eren pulls you close on the cloud white couch, his strong arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, he whispers softly into your ear, âyou alright, sweetheart?âÂ
you can smell the body wash on his skin, his hair pulled back into a bun as he kisses your cheek and hums, bear hugging you. sighing deeply, you nuzzle your face into his neck, trying to block out the raging rain outside thatâs stressing you out on top of current events. âiâm okay. today was really a lot. iâm sorry about that.âÂ
eren furrows his brows. ânow you know you shouldnât be apologizing for him. he canât control himself, nâ thatâs not your priority. i meant what i said by protecting you from any nâ everybody that brings you negativity. iâm not with that. he needs to respect you, especially in this house.âÂ
âas well as you,â you bat your lashes up at him, rubbing his chin. âi hate that he talked to you like that. after all this time, i thought heâd change. i knew deep down he still felt some way since he never brings you up when i visit. doesnât ask me about us . . nothing. i guess itâs a start that he apologized? and made conversation? but to come here saying you wâna check on me, then proceed to disrespect us?âÂ
eren sighs. âunfortunately, you canât ever fully change a person. iâll take the apology, but itâs gâna take a lot more than that for me to even consider him a father in law.âÂ
you stare longingly at his face. âi am grateful that you stood your ground and protected us. thatâs very attractive.âÂ
eren grins. âyouâre my wife, ê°âĄê±. forever. ima always make sure you come first.âÂ
graciously, you smile, leaning in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. âthank you, baby. truly. youâve been the most beautiful, kindest, loving person in my life. i love that you protect me, take care of me, provide and support me. i love you dearly.âÂ
âof course, baby. i love you too,â he replies, smudging his nose against yours. âmy sweetheart. you mean everything to me. you saved me.âÂ
âstop,â you frown. âyouâre gonna make me cry. yuck.âÂ
eren nudges his knuckles against your chin with a click of his tongue. âcut that. youâre a strong girl.âÂ
you hum, turning your head to look outside the window that faces the garden out back, the rain pouring heavier; clouds completely gray in the midnight. it was terrifying, especially hearing the wind beat against the shutters. you squeeze eren closer to you, your nerves getting to you more, goosebumps on your arms.Â
âwhat a helluva anniversary, huh?â eren speaks to distract you, leveling his face over yours to block your view of the outside. you smile at him, knowing he was aware of your fear.Â
you tsk, rolling your eyes. âman, from this scary ass weather, to my fatherâs bullshit . . iâm over it.âÂ
âhm, over it? already?â
you pucker your lips questionably. âyeah?âÂ
âitâs not over,â his voice barely becomes a whisper as he leans into you more, lips pressing against yours deeply.Â
âeren, i really want to, but we canât. my dad's upstairs,â you giggle, pushing your face away only for him to grab you and pull you closer to his chest, throwing your left leg over his waist.Â
âi donât care. fuck me.âÂ
you gasp with a laugh, eyes bulging when you feel his dick hard and heavy on your thigh. âmister yeager, are you naked?âÂ
âhad no choice. my drawls upstairs and i ainât puttinâ the dirty ones back on.âÂ
âonly âcause you wanna touch my coochie,â you laugh, gasping when his fingers begin tugging at your shorts, ass almost slipping out while the rest of his fingers delicately brush along your clothed clit. âw-wait. what if he hears. thatâs gâna be so embarrassing.âÂ
âainât he a heavy sleeper?âÂ
âwell, yeah, butââ
âguess youâll have to train yourself to keep quiet,â he smooches your cheek, smacking your ass hard to tease you, and you lose immediately, moaning loud. he chuckles, your thighs parting to welcome him, mouth agape from the warmth his palms bring, igniting your skin. the blood rushes through you as heat encases your face the instant his hand wraps around your throat, bringing your face closer.Â
"didnât get to finish touchinâ you earlier,â eren breathes heavily, his nose pressing against your neck as his lips glide to your collarbone. âit pissed me off."
âm-me too,â you whine when his thick tongue aggressively licks at your collarbone, a kiss following suit and continuing all over your neck.
"your pussy felt so good on my fingers," eren's hands massage over your thighs, purposely avoiding where you need him most. fingers swallowing the thickness of your thighs and the plush of your ass, smacking to get another reaction out of you.Â
"you're teasing," you whimper, rolling your head back while your eyes scroll. âfuck, you know how wet that makes meâ.Â
" âfuckin âcourse i do,â his breath hitches again, moving his face to the other side of your neck, your hand gripping his bicep while grinding your hips to inch closer to his fingers. he tastes your skin again, and itâs lewd, and loud. knowing how sensitive you were there, any intimate sound setting you off.
"stop. teasing."Â
erenâs pulling the blankets back, dragging you to stand up and firmly pressing your backside to his chest, just like the position he had you in earlier. staring down at you, he admires the deep red of the set you wore for him. it complements your brown skin perfectly, drawing attention to the fullness of your breasts and the swell of your hips. your thick, curly hair tumbling down your back in soft waves, framing your heart-shaped face and accentuating your plump, inviting lips. he pulls the bloomers completely off, your painted toes stepping out of them, twitching from any touch he gives you.Â
âyouâre so perfect,â eren whispers, guiding your head back to lie on his chest so you can look up at him, his mouth enclosing around yours to kiss you upside down. his chin holding you still. âyou turn me on so bad.â
you bite your lip, looking up at him with hooded eyes as he holds you in place, a strong arm wrapped around you to keep you pinned to his firm chest. the heat of his skin seeps into yours, igniting a fresh spark of desire within you. you can feel his dick pressed against your lower back, evidence of how much he wants you. you shift slightly, grinding yourself subtly back in a silent invitation. your nipples harden under the sheer fabric of the bralette when his hand comes to play with them, straining towards his touch. you part your lips, letting him deepen the kiss as his tongue dances with yours. the taste of you mingles together, a heady aphrodisiac that makes you crave more. you moan softly into his mouth, surrendering yourself completely to the moment and to him.
turning slightly to the side, you detach your lips to spit into your hand, kissing him again as you stroke his dick beside your thigh, his hands embedded into your hips. his dark brows knit, your hand twisting to his liking as he holds your entire face with both hands, groaning low while brushing his lips amongst your own. his teeth go to pull down the strap of your top, latching his mouth onto the skin of your soft tits, jaw widening to suck on the flesh with tenacity.
"can't get over how good this looks on you," eren hums, keeping the other strap on your shoulder for appearance. he spanks your ass again, and you stand up straighter, turning to face him.
âyou really like it?â you ask shyly.
his gaze roams over your body with undisguised hunger. âbaby, i fuckinâ love it."
it makes your face hotter, slowly twisting in your spot to try to keep your composure. you hated when you felt intimidated by him as if he was some sort of stranger.Â
âdonât get shy on me now,â he noticed instantly, cupping your chin before kissing you. âshow me that bad girl i know.âÂ
a coy smile twitches at your lips, eren urging you to hurry with a hand smoothing onto the top of your head as you lower to your knees. he grips your hair dominantly, forcing you to keep your eyes on his. the sight is undeniably godly. he looks almost worn out, shoulders hunched under the weight of a long day's labor, and the marital instinct inside of you wants to make him feel better. his dark hair is mussed, easily falling from the hair tie wrapped in the follicles. there's a rugged attractiveness to his features; the strong jawline, the piercing gaze, the hint of stubble along his chin, the desire in his eyes. scattered across erenâs right arm and neck is a plethora of dark ink, artistically gothic, straight out of a fantasy novel. none of his tattoos had deep meanings. he liked what he wanted and that was all, using his skin strictly as an artistâs canvas. the only one that meant a lot to him was your name tatted across his wrist.Â
"tell me to open my mouth."Â
eren grunts, your sudden lead stirring something within his abdomen. usually, heâs the one telling you what to do. "open your mouth. now."Â
your lips part, obeying without hesitation. "stick your fingers in."Â
eren lays two fingers on your soft tongue, slowly stroking until heâs reaching the back of your throat to build up more saliva. you moan in approval, eyes watering but still maintaining eye contact. erenâs brows are knitted, dick hanging from the weight of it. heâs bending forward, spitting on your tongue and prepping your mouth, groaning gravely. you pull your mouth back from his fingers, salvia dripping down your chin.Â
âyou always do that,â he chuckles, the roughness of it making you squeeze your thighs.Â
â âcause youâre nasty,â you smirk, rolling your eyes. eren playfully does the same. âtake my head and put my mouth where you want it."Â
âfuck, youâre so good at that,â eren comments, gripping your chin to give you a chaste kiss. âtalkinâ so pretty.âÂ
he keeps a firm hold on your scalp, curls tangled within his rough hands as he steadily guides you toward his dick, eyeing you darkly, back slightly bent so he can catch the view of your nose touching his stomach. you make sure to keep your eyes attached to his, dying to watch him submerge into ecstasy. he enjoys the control he has over you. you gag around him, and when he whimpers from the sensation, you can't help but grind in your position, the neediness itching at you. trailing your dominant hand between your thighs, you use two of your fingers to spread your lower lips apart to collect your juices before sinking them into your soaked opening.Â
"oh my god," he notices instantly, choking on a moan as your nails dug into his thigh, moaning around him. he's breathing heavily, your teary eyes the trigger. pressure builds inside him now. he evokes a low growl, and his pace picks up even more, and so do your fingers. shifting your hips quicker. âiâm so proud of you, mama. you doinâ me so fuckinâ good right now.âÂ
eren loses himself in the raw act of claiming your mouth, each brutal thrust forces a corresponding squelch from your stuffed lips, saliva and precum mingling in a lewd display of submission. you continue sucking, your moans vibrating around his shaft as you fuck yourself open for him, juices flowing freely down your thighs. eren's thrusts become more urgent, his grasp on your hair tightening.
âfuck, baby gimme your throat," he whispers, his hips driving forward aggressively. âtake it real deep.âÂ
with a deep thrust, eren hits the back of your throat and holds it there, the pressure building at the base of his dick. your eyes water, tears streaming down your cheeks as you hold your breath, never breaking eye contact, silently urging him on. your eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the sheer size of eren's dick fucking your throat. you gag as he fucks your face steadily with his head tossed back, and through it all, you find yourself getting wetter at the depravity of it all. eren's neediness is arousing, his hips rocking into your mouth with so much lust. you can feel his balls slapping against your chin with each thrust, the sound echoing obscenely in the almost quiet room. the tv luckily drowned out most sounds. suddenly, eren's entire dick pulses and throbs within your throat, hot jets of cum erupting directly onto your tongue. you swallow, like he likes, gulping down every drop as he rides out his orgasm, finally stilling to catch his breath.
âfuck,â he wheezed, hips jerking as he carefully pulls his toned hips back to let you breathe, dick twitching and jumping, still hard and needing more. groaning when you kiss the tip and after, his happy trail. âthat felt too good, sweetheart. câmere.âÂ
erenâs gaze locks onto your face, drinking in the sight of your gratified expression as he picks you up, sitting you on the couch as he lowers his head between your thighs. your knees are hiked up to your chest, your thumb hanging on the corner of your mouth as you stare down at him in bliss. his brain rewires every time he sees her; puffy, warm, and soaking just for him. the anklet you have shimmers as you chew at your thumb and gyrate your hips, waiting for him to touch you with a pleading whine.Â
he slides two fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping pussy, pumping them carefully as he lowers his face to suckle your clit into his mouth. your quiet moans and cries spur him on, your hand going atop his head to guide him as he eats you out. your hips buck against his face, your body trembling beneath him, back arched and toes curled as he devours you. he's relentless, tongue flattening across your clit as he moves his head to apply pressure, lips kissing and swallowing your clit while his fingers twist and fuck into you. you're panting now, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer while your face screws up in pleasure, hating that you couldnât scream the way you wanted.Â
"mmm, look at that pussy, baby. look,â erenâs grabbing the back of your neck to connect your forehead with his, forcing your gaze to look at the way his fingers move inside of you, soft tummy molding. âfuckk, sheâs so sweet. clenching too tight. give her tâme. make it easy.âÂ
sobbing, you nod your head against his, covering your mouth to muffle your moans as tears well. he curls his fingers just right, hitting that elusive spot far inside that makes your toes curl. grunting, he lowers his face back, burying it into your cunt feeling the scruff of his facial hair creating delicious friction against your sensitive skin. heâs opening and encasing his lips around your clit in iterations, sucking and licking hard, spanking your outer thigh while slicking his face up and down, your wetness lewdly known.Â
âooo, f-fuckk, baâby, agh!â the pressure builds, coiling tighter in your belly until you can't hold back anymore. you cry out, fisting at his hair and the fabric of the couch as you roll your hips harder on his mouth.
âyouâre making such a mess, girl,â he talks against your pussy, swallowing down every drop you give him. spanking you repetitively, the act and vibration causing your thighs to clamp around his ears as your orgasm crashes over you. pleasure rippling through your body, your juices flooding eren's mouth as he laps at you greedily, prolonging your bliss.
the shivers come from every part of you, your legs, your arms, and the breath on your lips. wanting to cry from how good it felt along with the frustration of not being able to scream. eren comes up to kiss you, muttering âgo âheadâ to let you scream into his mouth, grunting and moaning altogether from the intensity. your legs unable to stop shaking. heâs giving you open mouth kisses, your sounds stirring something sinister within his dick as you suck on his tongue, tasting yourself and groping at his waist to bring him closer to you.Â
âatta girl,â he pecks your lips one more time before pulling you to stand again.Â
eren turns you around, bending you forward as your thighs press tight together, holding your body up by your forearms pulled back. your upper body hangs, tits threatening to spill from your bralette. erenâs hair is long in his face now, positioning his hips so his dick can slide easily into you without the extra support. a low groan rumbles in his throat when his wish is granted, and you take him full. a ring of white shadowing around his dick with your cream, breathlessly whispering âyeah, fuckâ under his breath. feeling his dick makes you whine, shifting your ass back, greedy for more. this feeling never gets old.Â
âfuck, yes. squeeze me just like that,â he rasps, pulling nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward. you gasp from his roughness, tilting your pelvis to take him fully. the tightness making eren blow a raspberry before throwing his head back. âgoddamn, mama.âÂ
âp-please,â you beg, moving your ass back as much as you could, not having much power over strength at the moment. âneed it, baby. fuck me.âÂ
there was no need for that since he already had the intention of fucking you numb. shifting hips waist, he's rolling into you with ease, your ass clapping back onto his abdomen as he lets out a disgruntled noise that's loud enough to wake the entire house. you squeak, his thrusts rough and steady, fucking you good while keeping you still. heaving, your body falls back into his weakly, having no control over how he wants to use you. thighs adding pressure onto your clit as you mindlessly bounce back on his dick that's splitting you open.
"b-baby. . . too loud," a small panic drawls out, leveling your head to avoid blood rushing to it. eren scoffs, slowing himself momentarily to bring his face by yours.
âi donât give a fuck, this my house,â he rasps, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your jawline. âdo you want me to make you cum or not?âÂ
he assumed you crying was the answer, responding with âmhmâ as a âthatâs what i thoughtâ. his dick twitches inside of you, eren doing his best to keep his composure, but you make it nearly impossible. he's pistoning in and out, watching you coat his dick sweetly, voice laced with lust as you spasm around him and cum unexpectedly. he groans while listening to your cries that ripple brokenly, pounding depravedly as pleasure courses through both your veins.
âit feel good cumminâ on my dick?âÂ
âyess, âren. c-canât stop cumminâ, baby.âÂ
âgimme some more.âÂ
you bite your lip hard to stifle the scream threatening to spill, fingers curling into fists as you fight to maintain restraint. sweat beads on your brow from the exertion of keeping yourself still and silent under his relentless onslaught. the coil of tension in your core winds tighter and tighter, orgasm just out of reach. just when you think you can't hold back any longer, eren shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. now, the head of his dick is kissing that sweet spot within you with every mean, intended stroke. a strangled gasp escapes you unbidden as that warm feeling bursts once more, convulsing helplessly in his hold, muscles clenching wildly around his dick as you struggle to muffle your cries behind clenched teeth. your hand pushes at his waist as a signal for some form of relief, moving your body forward.Â
âwhere you goinâ,â erenâs yanking you back the moment you try to escape, locking your wrists in his one hand, the other gripping your waist to continue fucking you back onto him.Â
âerenn,â your voice cracks, your vision blurring from the intensity. a hiccup falls, your head hanging low as he grounds his dick all up in you. you hear yourself squelch, his sharp hips interacting with the softness of your ass that recoils back. your hands struggle in his hold, crying at the deadlock. but it felt so, so damn good. âf-fuck you. oh my god, fuck you, baby.âÂ
eren tongues his inner cheek with a snarky chuckle. âthat just makes me wâna fuck you harder.â Â
the stamina he has gives you a headache sometimes, unknowing of when you end up flat on your stomach lying on the sectional part of the sofa. eren notches the head of his dick between your folds to gather more of your slick before sinking back in, sheathing himself entirely, balls flattening on the curve of your ass. the solid warmth of his body blanketing yours, wrapping his bicep around your neck while he grabs onto the armrest before you two, rolling his hips and dropping his dick into you.Â
âno oneâs ever gâna do the shit i do to you,â he sloppily french kisses behind your ear, voice growing weak, panting heavier.
âmhm mm,â you agree without words, breaking out to follow the rhythm of his hips.
âyour so pretty. say it. tell me you're my pretty girl.âÂ
tears prick at the corners of your eyes, face flushed, and arousal coiling hot and heavy in your belly, responding greedily to his every action.Â
"iâm your pretty girl,â you gasp weakly, voice barely audible. your nails dig into the cushion as you writhe helplessly, full with his heavy dick and held immobile by his superior strength. every ruthless drive of his hips forces the air from your lungs, making you feel floaty.
a choked sob escapes him as he sinks everything into you, your fingers clawing frantically at the upholstery. you try to bury your face in the cushions to muffle your noises as he splits you open, each powerful thrust getting a singular sound from you, but eren had other plans. his big hand covers your mouth, continuously french kissing your neck as he grunts by your ear and rambles the filthiest things. your body does what itâs trained to; react. you cry in his palm, pussy fluttering around him as you cum for what seems like the tenth time, squeezing his dick like a vise. trembling violently beneath him and it takes every ounce of self-control he possesses not to let loose the feral growl building in his throat, knowing it would alert your father of your illicit activities. instead, he grits his teeth and redoubles his efforts, fucking into you his hardest to pursue his own release.
âeren,â even in your lightheaded state you begin to worry. his skin clashing obscenely loud with yours makes it hard for you not to scream after every nasty pound. you can feel him in your stomach, eyes rolling back into your skull as your mouth drops open, gasping in fragments.
âshut that shit up, ê°âĄê±.âÂ
whining pathetically, you let him use you as he pleases simply âcause thereâs no room for bickering. all coherent thoughts flee, leaving only primal instinct and the desperate need for release. with a muffled grunt, he buries himself to the hilt and cums inside you, his grip on your hip tightening almost painfully as he thrusts out every hot drop, shuddering while grinding against your ass to prolong the sensations.
"holy fuck," his voice cracks, rumbling as he hits your ass again and again.
eren slumps heavily atop you, both of you panting and twitching in the aftermath. he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're draped across his chest rather than crushed beneath his weight. one large hand strokes lazily up and down your spine as the other tangles in your wild curls, holding you close as he tries to catch his breath.
"you did so well, love," he praises softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and rubbing on you soothingly. "you're a good girl, i love you so much.â
his voice is warm and approving, filled with the kind of affection that makes your heart swell with happiness. in this moment, cocooned in his strong arms and basking in the afterglow, nothing else matters. this anniversary was just one of many. you were worn out, drifting off to sleep without responding, but he knew you felt the same. eren managed to clean you up in your sleep, dressing you with his hoodie again and snuggling under the warm blankets for the rest of the night.
the following morning, you awake to the smell of brewed coffee and pancakes. wiping your eyes and yawning as you make your way towards the brightly lit kitchen, needing to soak in the bath since you can barely walk. finding your father and eren cooking together while listening to the radio broadcasts. it was the most shocking sight seeing them bond. your father flipping buttery flapjacks and your husband fixing the garbage disposal since something got caught in it. your heart blossomed nonetheless, thinking that this is all you wanted all along. this was the best gift.Â
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a blurb in which ellieâs a sex shop worker youâre becoming very, very well-acquainted with <3
18+ mdni! shoo!
youâre on the verge of what would be your most earth-shattering orgasm to date when your vibrator betrays you.
your naked body, painted with a thin layer of sweat, sprawls over the wrinkled sheets of your bed, the damp fabric clinging to your skin as you gasp for breath. youâre working the vibrator over your slick folds, through the creamy spend of your previous orgasm, and every sensation below your waist is pure ecstasy. it hasnât taken long to bring you right back to the edge - your back arches of its own accord, your eyes squeezing shut as a flurry of daydreams passes through your head.
all of them, it turns out, involve the very person whoâd sold you the vibrator buzzing between your legs. ellie.
her hands on your hips, your ass, your throat. her mouth on your neck, her tongue on your clit. you can almost feel the warm puffs of breath sheâd huff down at you as she fucked you, splitting you open with her strap and leaving you empty-headed and spent.
the mental images alone are enough to send you reeling, and right as youâre about to pass the threshold into the white-hot, blinding pleasure of another orgasm, the persistent hum of your vibrator abruptly cuts off.
you could throw up. you could cry. you could exercise sound logic and just charge the damn thing, but instead of any of the above, you find yourself rummaging through your drawers for whatever clothes you can find. sweats and a band tee, a mismatched pair of socks. nothing else.
ellieâs behind the counter again when you pull the door open. the shrill chirp of the entrance sensors draws her eyes to you, and youâre unsurprised to find her smoking a cigarette, body huddled over the edge of the counter. her brows lift in surprise when she sees you.
âback already?â she asks, putting out her cig leisurely. âmustâve gone really well. or maybe really poorly?â
you donât miss the way her eyes roam over your figure, lingering on your chest; youâre not wearing a bra, and the peaks of your nipples are visible beneath the thin fabric. your back straightens.
âit died.â
âoh,â ellie says. âdid you⊠charge it?â
âno, i wanted toâi thought maybe i could try something else.â you chew at your lower lip, casting a glance at the wall of toys from which ellie had plucked your vibrating bullet the first time youâd come here. you turn back to ellie just in time to see something dark glimmer in her eyes. she nods.
âyeah, of course. think youâre ready for something more intense? câmon.â she nods her head towards the toy section, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder. you follow her and watch as she surveys the wall of toys, the sheer volume of packages just as overwhelming as last time. ellie reaches out for a hot pink box, shiny lettering spelling out Boss Lady across the top. you grimace.
âwhat kind of name is that for a sex toy?â you quip, reaching for the package. ellie snatches it out of reach.
âah-ah, sweetheart, donât doubt the Boss Lady. she packs quite the punch.â
âreally, now?â you ask, cocking a brow. âyou know from experience?â
ellie just smiles, dimples in her cheeks. âif the name is just too cringy for you, we can find something else. but i recommend herâi think youâll have lots of fun with her.â
âokay, fine. you pulled my leg.â you reach for the box again, and ellie lets you grab it this time, her gaze on you as you flip the package over and read through some of the metallic pink text adorning the back. the only rabbit vibrator youâll ever need, it reads. powerful dual stimulation will keep you satisfied!
it occurs to you then, as you follow ellie to the register and dig in your pockets for some cash, that you should probably be embarrassed. here you are, a week after your first ever vibrator purchase, ready to fork over some hard-earned cash for a second oneâone with a questionable name, no less. your cheeks warm as ellie regards you from the other side of the register, the heels of her hands pressed to the counter. thereâs a knowing look on her face, her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk, that dark look from earlier still dancing in her eyes.
god, she probably thinks youâre a sex addict. she totally thinks youâre a sex addict.
âis it weird that iâm back so soon?â you ask, before you can think to filter yourself. ellieâs brows knit together in confusion.
âhuh? no, no, not at allâwe have plenty of regulars, you know.â she types something into the register, eyes still fixed on you. âiâd say itâs weirder that youâre here at two in the morning.â
you blink. âtwo?â
âtwo twenty-one, to be precise.â ellie nods at the clock on the wall, the hour, minute, and second hands made of three different flesh-toned penis cutouts. âbut hey, i get it. your vibrator died.â
you clear your throat. âhow much do i owe you?â
âhm. wellâŠâ ellie drums her fingers on the cash wrapâs countertop. âiâm feeling generous tonight. answer one question for me, and Boss Lady is yours for free.â
âiâm awful at trivia,â you confess.
âtrivia? jesus.â ellie barks a surprised laugh. âiâm notâitâs not trivia.â
narrowing your eyes, you shuffle up to the counter and nod. âokay, fine. ask away.â
ellie moves in closer, too, head dipping ever so slightly to allow her to peer down at you. it takes everything in you to keep your eyes from lingering over her frame and drinking in every inch of her: the bold lines of her forearm tattoo, the burn-holes in the collar of her shirt, the faint kiss of freckles on the bridge of her nose. but while you attempt to reign in your wandering gaze, ellie doesnât hold back. she takes her time looking you over. bites the plush, pink swell of her lower lip.
then: âwhat were you thinking about?â
âhuh?â
âearlier, when you were touching yourself. before the vibrator died. what were you thinking about?â
âthatâs your question?â you chew on the inside of your cheek. embarrassment roils in your stomach; she has to know that, while your body writhed in the center of your mattress, cunt twitching and gushing, youâd been thinking of her.
ellie smirks. âyou donât need to answer if you donât want to.â
âno, itâs⊠itâs okay,â you murmur. your palms are clammy and you force your gaze to Boss Lady, waiting patiently on the counter for her chance to help you see god. âi was thinking about, um⊠you, actually.â
youâre still staring at the gaudy pink package on the counter, hands squeezed into fists at your side. you can feel the half-moon indents of your nails digging into your palms, and just as the silence stretches a bit too long for your comfort, ellie laughs.
itâs a wicked thing, a biting sound. all self-satisfaction and enthrallment. you dare to steal a glance at her, and sheâs grinning like a maniac, her cheeks tinged the prettiest shade of red.
âcan i tell you something?â she asks, stuffing a hand into her pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. her fingers glide over the cash register, clicking at a few buttons, and she slides the money into each respective slot before pushing the drawer closed with a satisfying click. âiâve been touching myself to the thought of you, too.â
mouth going dry, you gawk at ellie like sheâs got four heads; she simply beams at you like she didnât just admit that sheâs thought about you with her hand between her legs. she leans over the counter, one strong hand reaching towards you to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
âyou seem nervous,â she says.
âiâmâi donâtâŠâ you trail off, cheeks positively flaming.
âtell you what,â ellie begins, retracting her hand. she moves back from the counter and crosses her arms over her chest. your eyes flicker over the whorls of ink that decorate her skin, biceps flexed just so; your cunt throbs. âyou can go now, if you want. i wonât stop you.â
âor,â she says, voice dipping low, husky, âyou can lock that front door, and i can show you how much fun you can have with your new toy.â
she reaches a hand out and taps the box for emphasis, and youâre struck by how at ease she seems. how comfortable she is with your mutual attraction and the opportunity to act on it. it lights a fire in you, one that engulfs every last trace of doubt.
you lock the front door, of course.
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Easy breezy beautiful premature ejaculation. Hypersexual!Simon/fem!reader. Discussion of edging. Cumming untouched.
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âIf we do this,â he says around his cigarette, âthen we do it my way.â
âIâve never done this before,â you admit cautiously, turning your hands palm up as if to show you have no weapons, no tricks up your sleeve. Iâm innocuous, your posture says. His own says: Iâm still deciding, with his tense shoulders and narrowed eyes. âThis weird, femdom thing. So I appreciate your guidance. Because I know fuck allââ
âYouâre no femdomâJesus, fuck, I canât talk about it anymore,â he grits out. He takes a step back and away, creating distance, exhaling a plume of smoke that makes him look strangely ethereal in the evening light. Against your will, your eyes flicker down to just below his belt buckle and oh god. Heâs hard.Â
âJust from talking about it?â
The look he gives you could melt ice. It could sublimate it. You cringe, knowing you were in the wrong, wishing you could reach out and snatch the words right out of the air. Heâs trusting you with this. The last thing he needs is to feel like a joke.Â
âIâm sorry,â you say. âI shouldnât haveâyouâre not a, a science experiment or somethingââ
âWouldnât mind that so much. Might figure out what the fuckâs wrong with me. Less interested in being treated like Iâm part of a circus troupe,â he grumbles. He drops the cigarette and grinds it to ash beneath his boot. He asks: âInside?âÂ
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Gingerly, so gingerly, he undoes the button of his jeans and unzips them. He holds his breath as he works the denim down his thick thighs. God, is he built: muscles made for more than just show. His history is inscribed on his body in its strength and in its scars, scars of white and pale pinks that darken to purple in the lamplight. Heâs wearing boxer briefs, straining at the front from his erection, and they are soaked. Youâre surprised that he hasnât soaked straight through to his jeans.Â
âDonât look,â he grits out through his teeth. You look away, unsure where to cast your eyes to, and settle for shutting them. He explains: âCanât take the way youâre looking at me.â
âSorry,â you mutter, feeling your face flush hot.Â
âJustâlet meââ you hear the sound of fabric rustling. He kicks off his jeansâyou can tell by the soft sound of them landing against the floor off the side of the bed. âFuck. Fuck, fuck.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, eyes squeezed shut, hands clenching in your lap.Â
âNothing justâfuck. No way Iâm going to last.â He sounds bitterly disappointed.Â
âThatâs the point of this, right? To get better at lasting?âÂ
He sighs, a long-suffering sound, like this discussion is well worn and frustrating to him. Something in you shrivels, and it takes your body with it as best as it can, sending your shoulders hunching inwards, your head ducking down. You pick at one of your nails by feel alone, eyes still closed, and nearly jump when his fingers brush your knee.Â
âSorry,â he mutters. âYouâre right. Thatâs what this is for. Might as well get used to embarrassing myself.âÂ
âThatâs the spirit."Â
He snorts. More fabric rustles, and at length he says: âAlright. You can look. JustâŠyou can look.âÂ
You open your eyes hesitantly. His cock is right thereâand Jesus. It makes sense, proportionally, but it is frightening in a very real sense. Youâre already doing the math, measuring in your head and comparing to your past precedents. Ghost would have them all beat, quite comfortably, in length and girth. Heâs cut, which surprises you, but isnât a turnoff. He keeps himself landscaped nicely, which you appreciate, even if it isnât necessary.Â
He is flushed a ruddy pink, the head darker than the rest. As you stare, it jerks, a bead of precum welling at the tip. Suddenly one of his large, scarred hands reaches down and grips the base of his cock in a painful hold, hissing in a breath through his teeth.Â
âCanât look at me like that,â he admonishes again.Â
âLike what?â you ask, a little defensive. Youâre just looking! You have to look, right?Â
âLike you want it,â he mutters.Â
God, does he really have no idea? No inkling of how badly you want to sit on that monster in his hands? No notion of how wet youâve been since your conversation in the parking lot? Sure you aren't like him, not about to spring off if the breeze was just right, but you are anything but unaffected. Still, it seems like the wrong moment to educate him on your attraction to him and his cock, so you do your best to morph your expression into one of unimpressed ambivalence and hoped it helps.Â
âIâm ready when you are,â you say, interrupting his deep breathing exercises. He nods but doesnât give you the go-ahead, not for another minute or two, until his chest stops heaving and he can remove his hand from the vice grip he has around his balls. His cock has a near purple tinge, and you wonder if maybe he should have rubbed one out in the bathroom beforehand just to take the edge off. Oh well, itâs a thought for next time.Â
âGo ahead,â he says, like heâs giving you permission to pull the trigger on him during a game of Russian Roulette.Â
You reach outâhis cock twitches, a nice warm welcome if youâve ever seen one, but you hesitate. Your hand is dry. Should you ask for lube? How does he usually jerk off? Dry? You have a feeling he doesnât mind the discomfort; he seems like he has a self-destructive streak a mile wide. His eyes are fixed at a point on the ceiling, his chest unmoving as he holds his breath. You decide that some sort of lubrication is better than noneâso you lick a broad stripe up your palm.Â
âFuck,â he whispers, a little punched-out sound. Sometime between opening your mouth and licking your palm, his eyes had transferred from the ceiling to your face, to the flash of your tongue and your wet palm. His eyes widen, irises swallowed up by the pupils, and he says again, more urgently: âOh fuck.âÂ
He reaches down to grip the base of his cock again, but it is too late: he cums. His abs are thrown into sharp relief as he tenses with each pulse, cock jerking against his brutal grip. He doesnât even jerk himself offâjust ruins it as you stare with your mouth open and your hand wet, watching him splatter seed against the coarse line of hair that runs from his belly button to his cock all because he watched you lick your hand.Â
âFuuuuuuck,â he groans, throwing one arm across his eyes, breathing heavily. His mouth is flushed a pretty red, like he has been kissing. His hand clenches into a fist as he says: âIâm sorry. I tried not to.âÂ
âItâs okay,â you say, your nearly brain blue-screening from how turned on you are. You lower your hand and wipe it dry on your leggings. âThatâs what this practice is forâso you donât do it when it really counts. We can try again tomorrow or something.âÂ
He snorts. âTomorrow? Give me five fucking minutes.âÂ
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âhey, sweetheart donât be shy,â he murmurs against your neck. you intake a sharp breath with your arms thrown around him. he stares at you with a soft smile, brushing a thumb against your cheek before planting a wet kiss against your mouth. âyouâre close, arenât you?â
âyeahâŠâ you whined, burying your face into the crook of his name. higuruma lowly chuckles against your ear, heâs stuffed deep inside you, and youâre barely moving your hipsâyou shook, feeling the bundle of nerves all throughout your body commence into a sudden electrifying surge.
albeit, he was very much patient with you.
you melted into his embrace, gradually rocking your hips, and he softly drags your waist further against him. a raspy grunt leaving his mouth before he purrs. âmhmâŠeasy, there we go, good girl. donât rush. just like that. lean into me, baby. i got you.â
his words warmed its way into your heart and you let off a moan from the utter thickness of his dick stretching out your walls.
despite his girth easily outlining its way inside of your pussy, it felt good. he finds it cute the way you tremble against his touch, your legs trembling above him. âhâhiromi,â you panted, your voice being a bit more whiney â the coldness of his watch material dances against your skin, and it makes you shudder in desperate rapture. âi feel it, âs gonna.. âm gonna cum.â
âyou are,â he whispers, kissing the inner part of your neck. âso be a good girl and give it to me, okay? nice ân slow, focus on your breathing for me baby.â
your hips bucked and bucked against higuruma in free will. eyes rolling, nearly drooling. you donât think youâve ever experienced a feeling like this. intimate, sure but youâve always found it hard to please yourself. let alone find it embarrassing to even think of touching yourself.
alas, the moment you asked your lover, higuruma.. he was more than happy to comply. he wanted you to feel good, and that you were.
your mouth tasted a bit salty, and your nails dug into the thick fabric of his lazily half-on tux. higuruma smelt enchanting.
his cologne was just something you could never get enough of. the way he softly ghosts his fingertips against your bare ass.
so soft, it tickled for a brief moment before he brings his fingers towards your waist, outlining your curves â in his eyes, you were nothing more than a perfect girl to him.
âsuch a pretty body,â he utters, a groan nearly slipping past his lips. your head remained hidden into the side of his neck, gingerly nipping against his skin and he chuckles. ââand an even more playful girl.â
âhiromi, it feelsâ feelsâŠâ
you whimper, languidly leaning into his touch. each time your words got cut off by the sensations of your own cunt, your mind went fuzzy.
you could barely comprehend anything. buried into the hilt, heâs sinking into you with such gentle yet full throttle. âi know, baby. i feel it too. youâre getting me allâŠsensitive myself.â
his words made you throb, the way heâd pitch his voice and give you a teasing grin â you studied his facial expressions.
his pretty hooked nose that youâd kiss all over, the small dimples stretching near the corners of his lips unintentionally whenever he spoke a sentence. it always went on, higuruma treated you like a doll.
âjust let go for me, princess. donât gotta be shy to get a little filthy around me.â he whispers, kissing near the outer lobe of your ear.
you left off a soft moan against his ear, and the hairs beneath his neck stood up just from your voice. you felt your thigh start to shake just a bit as you steadily rutted your hips against him again and again and again. âoh, whatâ? you tryin' to give me a kiss, baby?â
he chuckles, watching you tilt your face forward, just missing his lips due to your eyes closed and he smiles. âcome here, princess.â
you moaned into his mouth, swathing your arms around him and his lips curve into a warm smile. you tasted sweetâŠ
indescribable yet entirely sugary. higurumaâs tongue grazes against your own before you started to jolt and shake, feeling it. he runs a hand down your back to soothe you before youâre cumming, whining.
higuruma shushes you, parting your legs for a brief moment before uttering once he moves his lips away.
âi know, i know. relax,â and he presses you against his chest to kiss your forehead. âgood girl. such a good pretty girl,â and he softly strokes the back of your head â dick still twitching inside of you. youâre murmuring inaudible nothings of straight babbles and he smiles to himself. âthat was just one orgasm, i wonder howâd you be if i pull another one out of you, princess.â
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â©Ëౚà§Ëâ©â§The Great War PART 1 â©âËౚà§Ëââ©â§
PART 2 + PART 3
pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader
words: 1700
summary: Jace and you are lovers, but stand on opposite sides of the war, not allowed to see each other anymore. But love always finds a way. (inspired by âThe Great Warâ by Taylor Swift)
warnings: angst, reader is Alicents's daughter, the Greens being a bad family, hurt/comfort!, kissing
a/n: help, I'm obsessed with this boy and every song starts to sound like a possible fic idea for him!!!
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All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War
Sometimes, you could only breathe above the clouds.
Up here on your dragonâs back, the trouble you left behind underneath you did not matter anymore. You thought of the castle that slowly poisoned you from the inside, the dark nights where you thought you were completely alone in the world with no comfort in reach but the memories you carried with yourself.
Once there had been laughter at the dinner table, the halls filled with the family you had not seen in months. Now, you only saw your brothers and your mother together in one room during council. You shuddered at the memory of todayâs meeting, snuggling deeper into the saddle and closer to the dragon who kept you safe in the sky.
(âMaybe we should send our dear sister.â Your brother Aegon had proposed at some frustrating point of an endless council, taking a deep swig from the wine glass in front of him.
You had simply stared at him, silent. No one was really listening to you anyway and you were past the point of turning to your mother pleadingly. She was just as silent, always frowning, always doing nothing. âWhat do you mean, Aegon?â
âWe can weaken them from the inside.â He had spoken to the others then, who at least looked so confused as you had felt. âSend them my little precious sister who a certain bastard son always had a weak spot for. I donât see the problem if you kill him while youâre fuck-â
Your chair had screeched over the floor and fell down with a loud thud on the stone floor. You had clenched your hands into fists as you stood, fury in your eyes.
âAegon, stop with such nonsense.â Alicent had said quietly, but it wasnât enough. It was never enough. You fled.)
You welcomed the tears on your cheeks like an old friend, letting them cool your skin as you stirred your dragon through the sky, opting to just turn right and never come back to Westeros.
But oh, how your heart still clung to them.
The family up north in the realm, the family you had lost forever in the middle of his conflict.
Suddenly, you felt your dragon tense and directed your attention to the west, where a shape of a big shadow flickered through the clouds. Your mind began to race with what youâd do if Aemond had followed you, always being damned to bring you back when you had strayed too far away from Kings Landing.
But this shadow was not big enough to be Vhagar.
And those dark curls did not belong to your brother.
You gasped as your dragon let out a recognizing screech, lunging forwards through the clouds until you and the other rider could almost touch at how close your beasts were.
Time seemed to slow down as they flew past each other, teasingly snapping at each otherâs necks with the joy of being reunited, but there was no doubt. As you raced through the skies, you looked into your Jaceâs eyes.
You let out a broken gasp and quickly looked over your shoulder, but he and Vermax were already out of reach, descending down beneath the clouds. And suddenly, you knew where he was going. You spurned your dragon on, the wind cutting into your skin as you raced after them, faster and faster until you let your dragon spread its wings for a quick landing by the beach Jacaerys had chosen.
Only the silver moonlight illuminated the shore by the cliffs, void of any other soul who could witness the forbidden reunion between the two of you. If you had been in company, Jacaerys wouldâve already been dead or held captive.
But you were alone, for the first time in months.
You slid down your dragonâs back, nearly blind by the need to reach him, to throw yourself into his arms like you had dreamed so often.
When you had seen each other for the last time, there had not been a war yet.
And Luke had been still alive.
(You had cried for hours when Aemond had returned, blood still drying on Vhagarâs massive teeth. You had begged your mother to write a letter, just a simple letter to Jace, but everything at court had still been too fragile to do anything but be in shock over what had happened up there. It had nearly driven you mad, to know that somewhere Jace was suffering the loss of his little brother and there was nothing you could do to comfort him.)
Now, he was right there in front of you, leaving Vermax behind him and running towards you on the wet sand by the water. You broke out into a sprint as well, a disbelieving laugh that was anything but amused leaving your tight throat as his features became more and more clear to you.
You crashed together like two waves.
The embrace was nearly violent as his arms slung themselves around you, lifting you up and pressing you into him. There was no strength in your bones anymore and if Jace wouldnât have held you so tightly, you wouldâve crashed onto the ground, shattering into a million pieces.
Only Jace was holding you together right now.
He was everything you had been missing in those terrible weeks. He smelled like sea and wind and smoke and your hands shook as you combed through his wet curls, your tear-streaked face securely hidden in his neck.
You never wanted to let go of him and it seemed like the feeling was mutual.
âGods- my loveâŠâ He mumbled into your ear and you let out a choked sob as you held each other. It was like he could not decide where he wanted to touch you first. His hands drifted over you restlessly, up and down your spine, holding onto you as if you could disappear again at any moment.
âHow did you find me?â You asked breathlessly, your bottom lip still trembling dangerously as you caressed his cheeks, needing to refamiliarize yourself with the feel of his skin on yours.
He swallowed thickly, unshed tears glistening in his beautiful years. âI remembered the route you liked to take when you needed to stop thinking. And itâs cloudy today. No one saw me coming. Iâve been waiting for a cloudy night like this for weeks-â
His voice broke and you pulled him closer again, shudders of pain and longing and relief to be with him going through you in an endless loop. How much had changed since the last time you had seen eye to eye: Your father had always said youâd make a good match back then and now Jace had one brother less and you were a captive in your own home.
âI missed you so much.â You whispered, resting your head on his shoulder as you both looked out on the ocean. âI- oh Jace, I tried to write, I wanted to send you a letter, but- I wasnât allowed. I couldnât help you and-â
âItâs okay.â He said, but it sounded lifeless, void. âItâs not your fault. I wished I couldâve been there for you too. I know how much you loved Luke.â
Gods, you wanted to cry and never stop again. Even now, Jace was trying to be strong for you, as he had always been.
âIâm so sorry.â
âI love you.â He told you and cupped your cheek, looking deeply and longingly into your eyes. âI missed you every second weâve been apart. Have you been treated well? Have Aegon and Aemond-â
âI love you too. I want to come with you.â You interrupted him fiery and he shuddered at the insane idea of it, the consequences unimaginable and likely deadly for one of you. âPlease, please, let me come with you, I canât stay a single day there, my mother is not the same anymore and- my brothers have been horrible with the things they want to do to Rhaenyra and you.â
He shushed you gently, drawing his arms tighter around you and swaying you back and forth. âIâll find a way. Iâm not letting you stay there alone for much longer, my love. It makes me sick to think about you being alone in Kings Landing, believe me, butâŠmother says itâs not safe, not yet-â
âI wonât cause your family any trouble, I promise-â
âItâs not us weâre fearing for.â He smiled sadly at you. âItâs you. I wonât summon your brotherâs anger on you. Iâd rather take it on myself, but- we need to be a little more patient, okay?â
You could see how much effort those words cost him and you had no doubt if it was his choice to make, heâd take you with him to Dragonstone and never look back. You watched his throat bump with tension, his jaw set, his lips pressed together tightly.
A sudden small smile danced over your face. âSo you only came to me tonight because you wanted to see me?â
His eyes were dark with longing, with wanton he could not give in to, not tonight. âMy love...I needed to see you.â His thumb lovingly brushed over your cheek, the pad of it briefly touching your lips.
There was so much you wanted to say, so many things you needed to tell him and hear from him, but in this short moment you were only a girl and he was a boy. Your boy.
 He met you right in the middle, delicately holding your face between his hands as your lips met, desperately kissing you as his taste exploded in your mouth once again. He kissed you drunk, enveloping all your senses until all you felt was him. His lips were dry and salty from the long flight over the clouds and along the coast, your runny noses sliding against each other, but it was perfect.
Your heart was mended with every little sigh into your mouth, his long lashes brushing over your cheeks, your hands tangling in his hairâŠ
You thought that maybe, in another lifetime, the two of you couldâve been able to stop the war.
Another part of you knew that you always had been damned, cursed.
You blinked into the starless grey sky above you as Jace began to ravish your neck with wet kisses and you thought of the old saying passed on from generation to generation.
Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin.
On which side would yours land if you ever lost him?
On which would his land when it finally sank in that he could never have you?
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Youâre My Religion- Father Charlie Mayhew x Fem!Reader
summaryâ what begins as a confession turns into a heated encounter at the altar with your motherâs priest. they say god forgives all but after this, youâre not so sure.
warningsâ EXPLICIT CONTENT. degrading kink, praise kink, daddy kink, priest kink, unprotected sex, creampie, face fucking, face slapping, spanking, spitting, blasphemy, gaslighting, mentions of hell, mentions of drugs.
a/nâ written while listening to religion by lana del rey. this is longggg but worth it <3
You stepped into the dimly lit church, your heels echoing off the stone floor, drawing the eyes of everyone already seated. Your mother sat in the front, her lips pressed into a tight line, her eyes narrowed in disapproval as they roamed over your outfit, lacy, white, and far too revealing for the sanctity of the place.
You could feel the heat of judgmental stares as you made your way forward. A white garter peeked out from beneath the hem of your dress, resting against your thigh like a silent rebellion. It wasnât just the dress; it was everything, your lateness, your attitude, your recent choices. Smoking behind the house had been the last straw for your mother, who was determined to have you confess your sins to Father Charlie Mayhew. Youâd done worse but she hadnât found out, might as well do as she asked.
Father Charlie stood at the altar, his presence imposing yet alluring. He was young for a priest, with sharp features softened by the flickering candlelight. His eyes briefly lingered on you as you approached, dark and inscrutable, before his expression returned to one of serene composure. His hands clasped in front of him, holding a Bible, as though the words inside it could shield him from whatever thoughts were swirling in his mind.
You slid into the pew beside your mother, her disapproval palpable. âYouâre going to talk to him after the service,â she whispered sharply, not even glancing your way. "You will confess and make things right."
You barely heard her. Your attention was fixed on Father Charlie. Something about the way he looked at you, even for just a second, made your pulse quicken.
He stood at the pulpit, his voice echoing through the quiet church as he continued his sermon. The congregation sat in attention, but his eyes kept flickering toward the front row, toward you. You sat beside your mother, legs crossed, the lacy white dress slipping higher as you adjusted in your seat.
His words wavered for a moment, his gaze slipping to where your dress had risen, revealing more of your thigh. You could feel his eyes on you, feel the subtle heat of his attention even from across the room. A wicked thought crept into your mind, and slowly, carefully, you parted your legs, revealing the scarlet lace of your thong.
For a brief moment, Father Charlieâs voice faltered. His eyes caught the sinful glimpse of red beneath your dress, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. His fingers tightened around the Bible, knuckles white as if he was trying to anchor himself to its holiness.
He paused, then spoke, his tone harder now, deliberate. âWe must be wary, brothers and sisters, of the dangers of lust, of temptation. Of the Jezebels who seek to lead good men astray with their wicked ways.â His words cut through the air like a blade, but his gaze briefly darted to you once more, betraying the battle raging beneath his composed exterior.
Your mother shifted beside you, her disapproving eyes narrowing as she looked over at you, suspicion flickering across her face. She didnât know what you had done, not fully, but she felt something was wrong. The sermon had taken an oddly personal tone, and she wasnât oblivious to it. You could feel her judgment creeping in, but it only fueled the excitement that stirred within you.
Father Charlie continued, though his words seemed to be more for himself now than the congregation. âWe must resist. Resist the lure of sin, no matter how enticing it may appear. For we know that the path of temptation only leads to destruction.â
As he spoke, his eyes met yours again, and for a moment, it felt as though the entire room had disappeared. There was no congregation, no mother, no church. Only the two of you, caught in the tension that simmered between righteousness and desire.
As the sermon ended, Father Charlie closed his Bible, but the tension between you lingered in the air. You bit your lip, feeling his gaze burn into you even as he tried to avert his eyes. Throughout the sermon, you had kept your legs parted, teasing him, the red lace of your thong on full display. Heâd stolen glances, his composure faltering more than once, but somehow he had managed to make it through. Now, with the service over, the real test was about to begin.
Your mother, determined to show her righteousness, practically dragged you over to him. Her hand clutched your arm as she led you to the front of the church, where Father Charlie stood, his posture stiff and his expression carefully neutral.
âFather,â your mother began, her voice stern, "this is my daughter Y/N. Sheâs been...not of God lately. Iâve begged for her to come here so she can cleanse herself, confess her sins, and find her way back to the Lord.â
Father Charlieâs eyes flicked to yours for a brief second before he straightened, clasping his hands together. âI understand,â he said, his voice smooth and steady, though there was an undercurrent of something else, something darker, in his tone.
âSince she found her way into church late,â your mother added, giving you a pointed look, âI trust she can find her way back home. Keep her as long as you need, Father, until youâre sure sheâs, renewed.â Her eyes darted to your dress, her distaste clear, before she turned to leave.
As she walked away, you watched the door close behind her, leaving you alone with Father Charlie. He stood there, silent for a moment, before finally speaking. âConfession is a powerful thing,â he said, his voice quiet but firm. âIt requires honesty, humility. Are you ready to confess?â
You gave a slow, deliberate nod, your lips curling into a soft smile. âI think I have a lot to confess, Father.â Your voice was low, teasing, as you looked at him through your lashes.
His jaw tightened, but he motioned for you to follow him to the confessional booth. Once inside, he slid the screen between you, his silhouette barely visible through the latticework. âSpeak, my child,â he said, the formality of his words clashing with the tension between you. âConfess your sins, so that you may be forgiven.â
You hesitated for a moment, then decided to push further, testing the boundaries. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you said, your voice soft and sultry. âIâve been thinking wicked thoughts. Lustful thoughts.â
He was silent on the other side, but you could sense his tension, feel the weight of his conflicted desires.
âIâve done things, drugs, other things,â you continued, your tone growing more seductive. âThings I shouldnât. With people I shouldnât.â You shifted in your seat, your legs parting slightly, knowing full well he could sense it even if he couldnât see. âSometimes, I just canât help myself. The temptation is too strong.â
Father Charlie cleared his throat, clearly trying to maintain his composure. âTemptation is the Devilâs work," he said, though his voice wavered. "You must resist it.â
You bit your lip, leaning closer to the screen, your voice barely above a whisper. âBut what if I donât want to resist?â
There was silence. You could hear his breathing, shallow and uneven. His hand shifted, and you imagined him clenching his fists, fighting the very thing you were offering. âYou must,â he finally said, though it sounded more like a command to himself than to you.
You leaned back in your seat, a mischievous smile on your lips. âBut daddy, donât you want to help me?â
His breath hitched, and you knew you had him. At the same time you both exited the booth, his face looking flushed as he did.
As the tension grew between you and Charlie, your fingers brushed lightly over his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath his clothes. You leaned in, close enough that your lips barely touched his ear. âDaddy,â you whispered, your voice filled with temptation, âIâve been such a bad girl. A dirty sinner. Punish me. Give me a preview of eternal punishment.â
His breath caught at your words, his hand grabbed your hair as he pulled you back to face him, his eyes dark with restrained desire. âYou donât know what you're asking for,â he growled, though his grip on you betrayed his true thoughts.
You smiled up at him, your lips curling in a teasing smile. âI think I do,â you murmured, arching your back to press against him, your hand slipping around his neck as you pulled him even closer. âRight here, in front of the cross, I donât care.â
Charlieâs eyes flicked toward the large cross behind you, but his gaze quickly returned to your lips, unable to resist the pull. âYouâre going to hell,â he muttered, before gripping your waist firmly, lifting you onto the altar as if he couldn't control his actions any longer.
Your legs parted naturally, and you wrapped them around his waist, pulling him in as his lips finally crashed against yours. The kiss was intense, filled with the heat of everything you both had been holding back. His hands roamed over your body, but even as he touched you, he still kept control.
âYou're such a bad girl,â he said between heated kisses, his voice low and commanding. âhere, of all places.â
You grinned against his lips. âI wanted you,â you admitted breathlessly, âand I knew you couldnât resist, I always get what I want.â
Charlieâs grip tightened, his hand moving to your throat in a possessive hold. âYou need to learn some discipline,â he growled, pulling you closer. âAnd Iâm the one to teach you.â
Your pulse raced as you felt his control over you grow. The cross behind you seemed to sway slightly, but all you could focus on was the fire between you. His hands were everywhere, and every touch made your breath catch, your desire building with each second.
âYou wanted to be bad?â he whispered harshly against your ear, his voice filled with both heat and command. âThen youâll have to take what comes with that.â
Before you could respond, the cross behind you shifted, tilting dangerously. You gasped, glancing back just in time to see it tumble forward, crashing to the ground. The loud thud echoed in the church, but neither of you moved, the sound only fueling the intensity between you.
With one final, wicked smirk, Charlie leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. âThereâs no turning back now.â
He shoved you to your knees and you ripped your thong off, your fingers dipping to your sopping pussy as he rid himself of his robes and presented himself bare in front of you. âSuck this priest cock,â he demanded. Without waiting for a reply, his cock was sent into the back of your throat making you gag.
âThatâs it little bitch,â he groaned, âtake whatever the fuck I give you.â
You took him in, your mouth working around him, your cheeks hollowing as you surrendered to his brutal rhythm.
âGood girl,â he praised, his voice thick with desire. âJust like that. Youâre doing so well.â The way he spoke made you want to please him even more, and you found yourself pushing back against him, eager for more.
But then he pulled back, looking down at you with a mixture of pride and mischief. âI think you need a little discipline,â he said, the hint of a smirk on his lips. Before you could respond he grabbed your hair and pulled you over his knee as he sat at the altar, he then delivered a sharp smack to your ass, making you gasp.
âDid you like that?â he asked, watching you closely. You nodded, a thrill of excitement coursing through you. âI thought so,â he replied, his hand coming down again, the sound echoing in the church.
âLetâs see how many more you can take,â he taunted, giving you another hard spank, each one leaving a burning sensation behind. The mix of pleasure and pain made your head spin, and you found yourself craving more.
âDaddy,â you gasped, looking up at him with wide eyes. âI can take it. I want more.â
âSuch a naughty whore,â he chuckled, the heat in his gaze intensifying. âBut Iâll give you what you want. Just remember, you asked for it.â
He placed a kiss on your ass before his hard hand came down again, causing you to yelp. He chuckled darkly at the sounds you made before he gripped your jaw, making you open your mouth and spat inside. He continued his assault on your ass whispering darkly to you.
âThis is what you like? Is this what whores like you enjoy? To be violated by their priest? Hmm?â
âY-yes father,â you moaned, feeling his sharp hand come down again, you werenât sure how much you could take but you didnât want to let him know.
âAlright whore, back on my cock, make me cum and maybe Iâll give you what you so desperately desire.â
As you knelt at the altar, the irony of the moment didnât escape you. Typically, this was a sacred space meant for prayer and reflection, a place where you sought forgiveness and guidance. But here you were, on your knees, not in a plea for redemption but in a silent prayer of your own worshipping the man who stood before you. Worshipping his big, thick, leaking cock. Thank God for him.
The flickering candlelight casted shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the way his lips curled into a smirk. You felt a thrill rush through you, knowing how wrong this was, yet wanting it more than anything.
âLook at you,â he said, his voice low and teasing. You got to work, spitting on his cock and taking him as deep as you could in your throat as tears left your eyes, as you did so he ripped your little dress off you making you gasp. The little sounds you made on his dick made him moan in pleasure. You continued sucking and not long after he held your head own as you gasped for air and came down your throat.
He clearly hadnât released in a long time because there were still small ropes of his cum he pumped onto your face. With a smack, his hand came down across your cheek then he spat on you, making you stick your tongue out.
âDisgusting whore, youâre fucking filthy, sent from the devil himself.â
âMake me yours then,â you panted and Father Charlie smiled down on you.
With a swift motion, Charlie gripped your waist, bending you over the altar. The cool wood pressed against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within you. You felt exposed, your heart racing as you heard him move behind you.
âLook at you,â he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. âSo willing to give yourself to me right here in Godâs house. I wonder what He would think of this.â
You could barely focus on his words as anticipation coursed through you. âI donât care,â you managed to reply, your voice breathless. âJust please, Father.â
He chuckled, positioning himself behind you, and for a moment, you felt the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. âYou might need to repent after this,â he teased, his tone playful yet filled with raw desire. âBut Iâm sure God will forgive me for what Iâm about to do, you, a fucking slut, not so much.â
You shivered, knowing this was all so wrong, yet feeling every bit of it was right for you. âJust take me,â you urged, your body craving his touch.
As he pushed into you, a loud gasp escaped your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and guilt flooding your senses. He was so deep inside your pussy, tearing you apart with a burning stretch. âHolyââ you started, but he interrupted.
ââThou shalt not commit fornication,ââ he quoted, almost mockingly. âBut weâre not fornicating, are we? Weâre just, exploring.â
You could only moan in response, the feeling of him filling you pushing all thoughts of right and wrong from your mind. âYes daddy,â you breathed, lost in the moment. âJust exploring.â
He began to move, his thrusts deep and steady. âYou know, sometimes the line between sin and pleasure is blurred,â he murmured. âBut I think weâre in good hands. God will forgive me, wonât He?â
âGod canât see us,â you managed to say between breaths, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge.
âExactly,â he growled, picking up his pace. âAnd youâre going to come for me. Make it worth it, bitch.â
He slapped your ass harshly, making you moan and open your eyes to look at the holy water on the altar that fell to the ground and splashed on you. You could swear it burned your skin.
As the pleasure washed over you, the world around you faded, leaving only the sensation of Charlieâs body against yours. You felt yourself tightening around him, waves of ecstasy crashing through you until, with a final gasp, you came undone.
âGod, youâre beautiful when youâre like this,â he praised, his voice thick with lust. He pulled out, letting you catch your breath for a moment before lifting you effortlessly. âNow, letâs take this to a more fitting spot.â
With that, he guided you toward the chair where the priest would usually sit, its authority mixed with your reckless abandon. He sat back, pulling you onto his lap in one smooth motion. The air was electric with anticipation, and you could see the flickering candles casting shadows around the room, the only witnesses to your sin.
âGet ready to worship,â he growled, guiding you down onto him. As you sank onto his length, a loud moan escaped your lips. The thrill of the position combined with the sinfulness of your surroundings sent a shiver down your spine.
âLook at you, taking me right here,â he said, gripping your hips. âYouâre my little slut, arenât you? Just my bitch to fuck.â
You nodded, feeling the words stir something deeper within you. âYes, Iâm yours,â you breathed, moving your hips to find your rhythm.
He thrusted up into you, each movement deliberate, as he leaned closer. âAnd you love it,â he stated with a smirk. âYou love being my temptation, my little distraction. If God didnât want me to be tempted, He wouldnât have created you for me to enjoy. This tight, wet, leaking pussy for me to enjoy.â
With each thrust, the sensation built, and you felt the heat of his words mingle with the heat of your bodies. âYouâre going to take all my cum inside you, arenât you?â he commanded, his tone a mix of dominance and desire. âYou want me to fill you up, to pump my cum into your tempting little pussy?â
âYes, father,â you gasped, your body responding to his every word. The sensation of him filling you pushed you closer to the edge once more.
Just then, the cross above you trembled, tilting ominously before falling upside down. A collective gasp echoed in your mind, but you were too lost in your desire to care. The flickering candles burst into flames, sending wisps of smoke into the air as if the universe itself was reacting to your sinful act.
âLook at that,â he chuckled darkly, his thrusts relentless. âEven God canât help but take notice of what weâre doing here.â
âJust donât stop,â you urged, feeling the intensity build again and tears fell from your eyes. The mix of danger and pleasure was intoxicating.
âNever,â he promised, his eyes dark with lust. âIâm going to fill you up, and youâre going to remember this forever.â
With a few final powerful thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you, moaning your name as he released, filling you completely.
As the final waves of pleasure rolled through you, you both collapsed against each other, your bodies slick and exhausted. Breathing heavily, you felt the weight of the moment settle in. The reality of what just happened hung in the air, a mix of satisfaction and consequence.
Charlie pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. âYou know this is all your fault, right?â he murmured, his tone both teasing and dark. âYou tempted me, made me filthy.â
You shivered at the heat of his words, the intensity in his eyes igniting something deep within you. âI didnât make you do anything,â you replied, a challenge in your voice. âYou wanted this just as much as I did.â
He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. âOh, but thatâs where youâre wrong, sweetheart. You made it impossible for me to resist. Look at you, so innocent yet so depraved.â His fingers traced your cheek, a contrast of softness against the edge of his words. âYou walked into this church, dressed like a temptation itself, and now look where we are.â
His gaze flicked toward the now-upside-down cross, a symbol of your defiance. âYou should be ashamed, everyone would chastise you if you said anything,â he continued, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. âBut I know youâre not. You loved every second of it, just like I did.â
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. âMaybe I did,â you admitted, unable to hide the thrill coursing through you.
Charlie straightened up, adjusting his posture, the authoritative presence returning. âGood. Remember that when youâre here alone, naked and exposed.â He smirked, taking a step back, his eyes dark with desire. âYou think this is the last time Iâll see you? Youâre wrong. Youâre mine now. Your very being belongs to me. I am your God now.â
âYouâre my religion,â you whispered.
With that, he turned, walking away toward the back of the church, leaving you breathless and alone. You stared at the cross, the flickering candles around it now extinguished, a stark reminder of the boundary you had crossed.
Naked and vulnerable, you felt a mix of fear and exhilaration wash over you. The reality of your actions hung heavy in the air, but the thrill of the moment lingered in your veins.
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belladonna
in which you have to get your tetanus shot, and spencer is there to hold your hand. and⊠tease you. just a little bit. (bandages universe)
fluff warnings/tags: needles/r has needle phobia, flirty!reader, idiots in love, teasing, not established relationship yet, anxiety, Spencer makes a joke abt his addiction, did I mention IDIOTS IN LOVE a/n: works as a standalone, as do all the bandages fics I believe. anyway hope u like! <3
âSpencer, I donât think I can do this.â
He sets down his shoddy hospital coffee and grabs your knee to stop your leg from its rapid bouncing, exerting a gentle pressure when you donât immediately comply.
âYes, you can. Just breathe, okay? Try to relax. Itâs much harder for your brain to remain in fight-or-flight if your body is relaxed.â
âNo, itâsâI feel like I canât breathe right now,â you say, chest constricted in a vice of panic. âI think my heart is beating too fast, Iââ
Footsteps approach from the hallway and your head snaps up, cold dread filling every vein in your bodyâbut they continue past your door.
âOh my god, Iâm losing it. Iâm going to die here,â you rave, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. The gauze wrapped around your hand presses against your brow and beneath it a cut throbs dullyâa cruel reminder of what it is that youâre doing here in the first place.
Spencer gives up on trying to make you stop bouncing your leg, and instead the hand travels to your jaw to find your pulse. His fingers feel cool against your warmed skin, accentuating the constant thrum of your heart. You watch his face anxiously as fifteen seconds go by.Â
âYour pulse is pretty high,â he admits gravely, returning his hands to his pockets. Your brow knits at his sudden solemnity as you look up at him. âIâm not a medical doctor, but⊠we might have to take you to the hospital.â
Any trace of worry withers from your face. âTruly hilarious.â
The corner of his mouth turns up a little.
âSee? Youâre calm enough to make a sarcastic joke at my expense. If you were actually going to die I doubt you would be able to do that.â
âWanna make a bet?â you snap.
âDefinitely not,â he smiles, warm eyes alight and not at all fazed by your attitude. âYouâre the last person Iâd bet against.â
âHa,â you say bitterly, eyes darting to the door again. âIn that case I might just take my chances with tetanus.â
âI just watched you slice your hand open on a rusty fence, take down a man twice your size, and get ten stitches without flinching. Needles should be afraid of you.â
At least now your face is warming from the compliment and not the anxiety.Â
âItâs... different. Like, stitches and shots. Shots really fucking freak me out. I donât know if you could tell. Iâm sure I seem really chill about it.â
He nods sagely. âTrypanophobia. Itâs among the most common phobias in the world, next to Arachniphobia, Ophidiophobia, Acrophobia, Aerophobia. You have Astraphobia, too, donât you? Fear of storms?â
âSpencer.â
âI also used to struggle with needles, actually.â
You look back at him, suddenly curious.
âUsed to?â
âYeah, but I pretty much got over it when I got all the vaccines for my clearance at the Academy. Becoming addicted to intravenous drugs helped, too, but I wouldnât recommend it,â he muses, examining the art on the wall behind you and taking a sip of his coffee.
At that exact moment, the door opens and a very professional, very exhausted-looking nurse hurries in. You hardly even register her because youâre staring at Spencer, trying to figure out if you just heard him right. Heâs looking right back at you over the rim of his cup, eyes dancing with what looks like suppressed mirth.
The nurse says something, and you bless her with an âuh-huhâ, unable to take your eyes off of Spencer.
âI must be hallucinating,â you say.
âWhat? Youâre the only one allowed to make off-color jokes at inappropriate times?â
âI didnât even know you could make a regular joke, honestly.â
âYou ready, dear?â says the nurse, swabbing your upper arm with an alcohol wipe.
âAh! Spencer!â You yelp, thrusting out your hand for him to take. He quickly sets the cup  back down on the window sill and takes your outstretched hand, stepping closer.
âRelax,â he laughs upon seeing how your shoulders have risen to meet your ears. âDonât look over there. Look at me.â Gently he brushes a loose strand of your hair behind your shoulder, redirecting your focus toward him. At this point youâve gone catatonic anyway, so you donât resist, although it doesnât seem to matter much because youâre basically blacking out. âLiterally relax your arm. I'm serious. It will hurt less.â
âSmall pinch, darlinâ,â the nurse says, and you clench your jaw so hard youâre afraid you might break a tooth, and maybe some tetanus-induced lockjaw wouldnât actually be so bad, and sheâs touching your arm now, and who made that extremely undignified squeaking noise, andâ âAnd youâre done.â
You frown.
âIâm done?â
âYouâre done,â the nurse repeats. Logically she has no reason to lie to you about this, but you look over to check anyway because thereâs simply no way youâre done just like that. Sure enough, sheâs smoothing a band-aid over your shoulder and pulling your sleeve back into place.
You look back at Spencer as if searching for a second opinion, utterly baffled. He carefully frees his poor hand of your bone crushing grip and grabs your discarded FBI jacket from the chair, handing it to you.
âThatâs it?â you say, taking the jacket and absent-mindedly folding it on your lap.
âThatâs it. You did it.â
âReally? Thatâs all? I feel like it canât be that easy. I donât even think I felt anything,â you ramble, rolling your shoulder around, and finding just a bit of soreness.
âYou were so brave,â he nods, stepping closer to wipe something warm and wet away from under your eyes. âAmericans can rest easy knowing theyâve got someone like you in the FBI.â
âShut up. Am I crying?â
He laughs, and the twinkly sound fills you with even more joy than normal. Everything seems a little brighter, a little warmerâprobably another adrenaline rush or a result of your brain releasing a trace amount of opioids in response to the pain.
âJust a little bit.â
âYou two are FBI?â The nurse says, like she canât quite believe it.
Before you can tell her that you donât very much like her tone, Spencer nods.
âBehavioral analysis unit.â
âOh! You guys catch all those serial killers?â
He nods politely, giving her a flat smile. âThatâs the goal, yes.â
âWow. Thereâs a meet-cute to tell your children.â
You snort and immediately clap your good hand to your mouth, looking up at Spencer to see how heâll react. Of course heâs already red and stammering.
âOh, noâIâmaybe I misled you, weâre not, uh⊠weâre not together. Not like that. We are partners in the, in the sense of our job, notâweâre not romantically involved. Justâco-workers. Friends. Weâre, Iâd say weâre good friends. I mean, sheâs great. Sheâs very nice, and, wellâmaybe nice isnât exactly the right word, but sheâs, you knowââ
âSpencer,â you interrupt.
âYou ready to go?â he says immediately, looking very grateful that someone finally cut him off. Works like a charm, every time.Â
You stand, and to your surprise, wobble a bit on your feet. Spencer steadies you with a hand to your waist. âWoah,â you mutter, trying not to look too disoriented.
âYou need to eat,â he says. âWith how anxious youâve been you probably completely burned through whatever calories were in your system. Itâs a parasympathetic nervous system response to adrenaline.â
âI know what it is.â You grab his hand and turn to the nurse, who is looking at the two of you with a bemused, slightly clinical interest. âUm... thanks? Right?â
âOkay,â Spencer says. âWeâre leaving now. Come on. Go.â
As heâs herding you out the door, you keep trying to look at him over your shoulder. âIs it weird that I kind of liked it? Does that, like⊠point to something?â
âNever repeat that,â Spencer says, shaking his head, but you can hear the strain of a hidden smile in his voice.Â
You smile up at him as the two of you walk down the empty hallway, swinging his hand in yours.
âShe thought we were together,â you say, and itâs almost a gloat, though Spencer canât quite wrap his mind around what that might mean. Instead, he relishes the weight of your hand in his. He doesnât exactly remember when that became commonplace, but he never takes it for granted. He canât help the smirk across his face which always lets you know heâs going to say something snarky.Â
âShe just doesnât understand that you need constant attention or youâll die.â
Luckily, youâre used to each other. Quips are just one prevalent dialect in your vast love language.Â
âYup. Iâm a delicate, rare flower.â
Spencer scoffs lightly.
âYeah. Like deadly nightshade. Or water hemlock.â
âThose ones are pretty, right?â
He squeezes your hand. Imagines telling you that heâs in love with you and has been for a very long time.Â
Instead, he thinks about dinner.Â
âGorgeous. Where do you want to eat, Belladonna?â
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Healing
Hi, so this is Part 2 of You Hate Me. There will definitely be a part 3 and probably a Part 4. But I hope you enjoy it <3<3<3<3
Shout out to @lyak12 for helping me out and giving me encouragement ahahaha - forehead smooches for uuuu đ
Part 1 : Part 2
Lucy Bronze x sister!Reader
Description: R finally starts to move on and heal
Word Count: 3.4k
It was silent. The kind of silence that stretched across the room like a suffocating blanket, pressing against the walls until they seemed to shrink inward. You could have heard a mouse sneeze or the faintest creak of the old floorboards beneath the weight of a ghost. Lucy sat motionless on the bed, her posture rigid, her eyes fixed on the phone that lay discarded on the floor like a venomous thing. The glow of its screen had dimmed, but its presence radiated with an almost malevolent energy. Behind her, Ona knelt, her hand half-raised as if reaching for an answer suspended in the thick, unmoving air.
âThatâs not true ⊠is it?â Onaâs voice was a whisper, more a breath than a question, barely cutting through the silence. But Lucy heard it; she had to. The only response was the tightening of her jaw, the muscle tensing so sharply it seemed to carve shadows across her cheek.
âLucia?â Ona ventured again, her voice fragile, cracking like thin ice. This time, she reached out, fingers brushing lightly against the soft fabric of Lucyâs shirt. The moment shattered like glass as Lucy shot up, the bed creaking beneath her sudden movement. She snatched up her phone and began to pace, the rhythmic thud of her footsteps filling the silence with tension.
âLucia.â Onaâs voice turned firmer, cutting through the charged space like a blade.
âWhat, Ona?â Lucy snapped, spinning on her heel. Her eyes, usually so warm, were storm-dark, and for a moment Ona flinched under the glare.
âWhat she just said ⊠thatâs not true, is it? It canât be true.â The question hung in the air between them, an accusation and a plea tangled into one.
âWell, it is,â Lucy said, each word dropping like a stone into the pit between them. The room seemed to shudder with the weight of her admission. Her hand gripped the phone so tightly that her knuckles were white, a stark contrast to the flush of anger spreading across her skin.
The room shifted, the energy twisting and sharp. Onaâs eyes widened; disbelief painted across her features as she searched for anything in Lucyâs expression that would contradict what she had just heard. But there was only raw, unyielding truth.
âYou canât mean that,â Ona said, her voice thickening as emotion clawed at her throat. âFamilia ⊠familia is everything.â
âShe is not my family,â Lucy spat, the venom in her voice startling in its ferocity. Each syllable dripped with resentment that had festered for years, an old wound torn open and bleeding anew.
âSheâs your hermana,â Ona said, her tone wavering between a declaration and a plea. It was as though stating it aloud would shift the reality, would force Lucy to reconsider.
âAnd I hate her for it,â Lucy replied, her voice breaking at the end, betraying the deep chasm of hurt that lay beneath her anger. She turned away again, shoulders trembling with a mix of fury and something that looked achingly like grief.
It had been three long months since Lucy promised sheâd fix things between you. She had looked straight into Ona's eyes, swearing that she would try, that she would reach out, and that she would sit down to talk with you. The weight of that promise hung heavy in the air, a lingering tension that neither of you could shake.
Lucy despised lying to Ona, but the truth was too complicated to share. She couldnât just send you a random text out of the blue, asking to meet up after everything that had happened. It felt wrong, and even more so, she didnât even have your number saved in her phone anymore. She thought about it often, how you might react if she did reach out. Deep down, she was fairly certain that, even if she had begged you for a chance to explain herself, you would have turned her away. So, instead, she chose silence.
She took the summer to relax, to move to London, the distance between your flats less than a twenty-minute drive. She started at her new club, immersing herself in work and the hustle of a new city, trying to find a rhythm in her life without you. To Ona, she created a narrative, a facade of resolution. Yes, you had met; yes, you had talked and cried, and yes, you had both agreed to be civil. In her mind, you both started moving on, creating lives that didnât intersect, both pretending to let go. She didnât tell Ona that she couldnât reach out to you. That she didnât really want too either. She was perfectly happy with the way things were. She had her life, and you had yours. You wouldnât have wanted her to reach out.
Except you would have. You would have done whatever Lucy wanted, without hesitation. If she had reached out, you would have replied immediately, agreeing to meet with no hesitation, even if self-loathing washed over you in waves. No matter how much you hated yourself for it, the thought of ignoring her would have been unbearable.
You would have walked to that little coffee shop in the heart of London, the very place where countless memories lingered. You would have felt a knot of resentment twist in your stomach with every step. You would have watched the door intently, every minute stretching painfully, your mind racing with what-ifs and should-haves. Each time the bell above the door tinkled, you would have hated the way your heart leapt in response, a foolish flutter of hope that perhaps this time, it would be her. You would have cursed your own vulnerability, the way your body betrayed your resolve to move on.
Yet, despite all the anger and sadness, you would have done it anyway. You would have waited for her, yearning to hear her voice, needing to see her face again, even if it meant grappling with the truth of your tangled emotions. Each moment spent there would be a testament to your feelings, a silent acknowledgment that, despite everything, you were still drawn to her in a way you couldnât fully understand.
You weren't going to deceive yourself â not anymore. That resolve had taken root in you on that brutal morning when you woke up, head pounding, heart shattered. You had vowed to allow yourself the time to grieve, to feel the sharp ache of loss without rushing the healing process. However long it took, you would give yourself that space. And, day by day, the wounds dulled. Watching Lucy's life unfold from a distance stopped stinging quite so much, and with each sunrise, another small piece of you wove itself back together.
For a week, you allowed yourself to fall apart. You mourned, sobbed, let every pang of sorrow run its course for the sister you had loved like family but had never truly had. Then, you chose to begin again. You left the cramped room in Alnwick, packing your life into boxes and setting your sights on London. There, you poured yourself into work, each task a stitch in the tapestry of a new life. You pushed yourself to meet new people, to explore parts of the city that felt unfamiliar and exciting. Gradually, your time outside the house expanded, and so did your world.
You even made it to an Arsenal-Bayern match â an opportunity to see both Leah and Georgia on the pitch together. Watching them, seeing the warmth in their smiles, and the comfort in their hugs, stirred something inside you. For a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to imagine it was Lucyâs arms around you, grounding you, holding you close.
"Hello, gorgeous girl," Leah greeted, laughing as she playfully ruffled your hair.
"Hi, Leah," you replied, a soft smile breaking through as you leaned in for a hug.
This wasnât your first meet-up with Leah. Your mum had reached out to her, asking her to look out for her "littlest baby" as you adjusted to life in London. And just like that, youâd become a sort of unofficial addition to the Arsenal family. Most of the England girls were aware of the strained history with Lucy, how youâd barely registered in her life. Yet, little by little, theyâd pulled you into their circle, coaxing you out of your shell and into a place where you finally felt seen.
"Y'know, that offerâs still open," Leah murmured softly, her hands moving in a comforting rhythm along your back.
"I know," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips. "I got another email about it the other day."
Before you could say more, Georgia joined the hug, pulling you both in tight. "What offer?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
You took a breath, letting the excitement bubble up as you spoke. "I got an email ⊠from the FA. Theyâve seen my photos â they liked them, actually. Theyâre offering me a chance to work with them as a photographer. Not the action shots, but the behind-the-scenes stuff. Capturing the players just⊠living, being themselves, showing the everyday moments."
Georgiaâs eyes sparkled as she looked between you and Leah, clearly impressed. "Thatâs huge!"
"Itâs big," you admitted, the reality of it still sinking in. "They want a team of four photographers. To help show the players as normal people. And theyâre holding a spot for me if I want it."
Leah grinned, squeezing your shoulder. "Youâd be amazing at that. Theyâd be lucky to have you."
You felt warmth spread through you as their support wrapped around you, grounding you and lifting you at the same time. This opportunity wasnât just a job â it was a chance to carve out something meaningful, something of your own.
"I want to take it," you murmured softly, the weight of the decision hanging in your voice. "I justâŠ" Your voice trailed off, hesitation tangling with hope.
Leah squeezed you tighter, her voice gentle but firm. "I'll talk to Sarina. Make it clear youâll be separate. No interactions necessary."
You didn't need to elaborate â Leah and Georgia understood enough. They might not have known every painful detail of your history with Lucy, but theyâd seen the shadows that used to linger in your eyes slowly fade. Theyâd watched as your smiles, once fragile and forced, gradually softened and grew genuine. This job offer was a step forward, but the thought of Lucy potentially being around stirred a familiar unease.
Before the silence could settle too heavily, Georgia nudged Leah with a grin. "Not sure why they think people would want to see Leah more. Everyone knows she's anything but normal." She stuck her tongue out, her playful tone slicing through the tension.
"Says you, cheeky fucker," Leah shot back, rolling her eyes with a grin as she pulled Georgia in for a side hug.
That night, you took a deep breath and sent off the confirmation email. As soon as you hit "send," a mix of excitement and anxiety surged through you, bubbling beneath the surface. It was a huge opportunity, one youâd dreamed of, but the what-ifs nagged at you. What if you ran into Lucy?
You knew she was in London, her presence like a shadow at the back of your mind. Chelsea had welcomed her with open arms, and by all accounts, she was thriving back in the WSL. Her life seemed bright and full â photos of her smiling with her new teammates, celebrating goals, her happiness almost palpable even from afar. She looked like she was where she was meant to be, in a space that had no room for you.
The thought unsettled you. It wasn't the same hurt as before, but an echo of it â a reminder of the distance that had always stretched between you. This new role would bring you closer to the world she lived in, closer than you had been in a long time.
But you reminded yourself of Leah and Georgiaâs words, their support grounding you. They would be there, making sure you had the space to grow and heal without the interference of old wounds. You could do this. You wanted this, a chance to finally create something of your own, to build a life where you werenât haunted by past disappointments.
And so, with a mix of nerves and hope, you closed your laptop, letting the enormity of this new chapter settle over you. Whatever happened, you were moving forward.
To: y/[email protected] From: [email protected] Hi Y/N, Congratulations. Welcome aboard the team. Weâre so delighted to have you; your photographs are truly incredible and capture exactly what we are looking for. As you know, we have four photographers on the team, so we have split the England Womenâs senior squad into four. Please see the list below for your players. For those who play outside of the WSL, please organise your own flights and accommodation but reimbursement will be made if you send in the receipts. The breakdown of the assignment is in the document attached. Y/N Tough â players: Leah Williamson Lotte Wubben-Moy Georgia Stanway Keira Walsh Alessia Russo Beth Mead Attachment: Y/N Tough â assignment brief Please do not hesitate if you have any questions. I look forward to working with you, Sincerely, Kim Wilson. Managing Social Media and Outreach Director
You couldnât hold back a laugh when the list of names came through. It was obvious Leah had pulled some serious strings for you, probably calling in every favour she had. But as you read over the names, excitement bubbled up in your chest, mixing with a sense of wonder. For the first time in a long time, you felt genuinely seen. You never imagined youâd reach this point, where your work would be valued by people who actually wanted you around, people who recognised your talent and believed in you.
The realisation hit you hard. For so long, youâd been weighed down by the sting of constant rejection, a silent ache you had buried so deep that you hadnât even noticed its impact. Youâd convinced yourself it was normal, that maybe you simply werenât meant to fit in or be accepted. But now, sitting here with your laptop open and this email in front of you, that old pain seemed to ease, just a little. It was like a tight knot in your chest had loosened, allowing space for something softer, something brighter.
This new opportunity felt like a fresh start â a chance not only to showcase your work but to belong, to carve out a place for yourself among people who truly valued you. The familiar ache, that constant reminder of past rejections, had softened, replaced by a tentative sense of pride. Maybe⊠maybe you were healing, after all?
You let yourself linger on the thought, the possibility of healing, of moving on from the scars of the past. It wasnât the kind of thing that would happen overnight, but in this moment, it felt attainable. You were no longer defined by the shadows of what you lacked or the people whoâd overlooked you. Instead, you were finally stepping into your own light.
"Leah," Beth groaned, laughing as she eyed a very stubborn Leah, who was perched childishly on top of the kitchen counter. Leah's face scrunched up in exaggerated distaste as Alessia held out a spoonful of pasta sauce, trying to coax her into tasting it. Smiling to yourself, you brought your camera up, snapping a quick shot before lowering it again.
You always preferred to work that way â keeping your camera tucked away, only bringing it out for a fleeting moment to capture something genuine. Over the years, you'd learned to stay in the background, a wallflower observing life from the sidelines. Being around people who were used to the spotlight, you knew that the moment they noticed a camera, theyâd instinctively turn on that public persona. So, youâd made it a habit to hide your camera, only clicking when a moment truly called for it.
"I donât understand why I have to have the sauce," Leah whined, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Because you need actual nutrition," Alessia laughed, shaking her head as she turned back to the stove. "And Iâll be damned if I let you eat plain pasta."
"I get plenty of nutrition, thank you very much," Leah huffed.
"Drinking protein smoothies doesnât count, Le," Lotte chimed in, grinning as she joined in the teasing. She stuck her tongue out, and you captured another shot of their playful banter, the warmth and laughter filling the kitchen.
Leah slid off the counter, grumbling as she made her way over to you. "Y/NNNNNN," she whined, wrapping her arms around you. "Theyâre being mean."
"Sorry, Leah," you replied, leaning back into her embrace. A soft sigh escaped you, contentment washing over you as you soaked in the light-hearted moment.
"Can I take a photo?" Lotte asked, nodding towards the camera hanging around your neck.
"UhâŠ" You hesitated, the thought of being on the other side of the lens making you feel oddly vulnerable.
"Itâs okay if you donât want me to," Lotte quickly reassured, her tone gentle.
"No, no," you managed, giving her a smile. "How about a group one?" You nodded toward Leah and Beth, hoping that sharing the spotlight would take off some of the pressure.
"Lessi? Photo?" Beth called over, waving Alessia to join.
"Nope, the sauce is almost done, and I donât want it to burn," Alessia replied, waving them off with a grin.
Before you knew it, Beth and Leah were squishing their faces against yours, grinning and laughing as Lotte snapped the photo. The moment was a blur of warmth and closeness, a reminder of how far you'd come. Here, in this kitchen filled with laughter and teasing, you finally felt like part of something real. And for once, being in front of the camera didnât feel so daunting.
It continued like that â small, intimate moments, snapshots of laughter and friendship, as you found yourself surrounded by people you were slowly coming to think of as friends. Each frame you captured was filled with warmth, with faces you were beginning to trust, and with memories that made you smile. It was a strange, almost surreal feeling to be surrounded by footballers and not feel the familiar ache. In the past, every encounter with this world had been shadowed by Lucy â her dismissive comments, the way sheâd turned people away from you without a second thought. Football had once been a painful reminder of rejection, but now, the hurt had started to fade.
"Are you sure you donât mind?" you asked Leah one afternoon, your voice wavering with lingering hesitation. Her bright blue eyes met yours, steady and gentle.
"Not in the slightest," she replied with a reassuring smile.
It was the London Derby. Over the past few months, youâd become a regular at Arsenal matches, using each game as an opportunity to work on your Lionesses project, but also taking a few personal shots for yourself. You enjoyed these games now, finding inspiration and comfort in the sport, rather than pain.
Still, the idea of seeing Lucy lingered at the edges of your mind, a quiet fear you couldnât quite shake. Even after nearly six months of silence, you knew you werenât ready. Youâd spent so much time and energy mending yourself, stitching up the wounds that had felt endless and raw. Piece by piece, you were rebuilding, learning to stand on your own without looking back. The thought of seeing her â even just catching a glimpse of her on the field â was too much. You feared it would unravel everything youâd worked so hard to mend, the fragile progress youâd made in healing yourself.
So, you stayed close to Leah and the others, grateful for their understanding, for the way they shielded you without asking too many questions. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe, not just from the world but from the pain of your own past. And as you lifted your camera to capture another candid moment, you realised you were finally starting to find peace â one frame at a time.
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donât call my name
don't call my name - skinshape
warnings: roommate trope, pervy carmy, like this man needs to get a grip, sexual tension & sexual innuendo, yearning as always, nudity and some steaminess, alcohol (its one drink), some dirty touches and lots of teasing + dirty talking lol, future smut (freaky), no use of y/n or you
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a/n: new 3-PART SERIES!! hiiii iâm sorry iâve been awol for so long but s3 has sent me into a feral frenzy and thats what motivates me to write for carmy <3 he kind of pissed me off this season but iâm horny for him anyways so enjoy!! (from the same horny silly mind as âabout a girlâ)
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fucking inflation.
carmen berzatto would rather die than try and find a roommate.
with chicagoâs residential rent quadrupling, he found it increasingly stressful balancing monthly apartment payments with the nonstop financial demand of owning a restaurant.Â
if it wasnât fixing the walk in fridge, it was fixing the gas line that had a leak. not to mention staffing, fancy dishware, food cost, utilities. the bear was a big up and coming success in the community, but he was damned if it didnât take a lot of money to keep a restaurant running.Â
it wouldnât have been so stressful all on its own, either, not if his new fuckhead landlord didnât send all the tenants a yellow slip informing them of the $2500 monthly increase in rent.Â
the place was niceâhe recently made a decision that was long deliberated, moveing from his small, admittedly humble apartment complex to a âluxury unitâ.Â
he found it to be quite an adjustment. It was newer, and much nicer than what carmy was used to. the place was fully furnished and had two-levels connected by floating stairs, as well as tall windows that reached the ceiling and illuminated the space with natural light.Â
it was a gorgeous place, but the sudden increase in rent did nothing more than fuel the disdain that he had accumulated for landlords over the years.Â
so, came to terms with the fact that he would have to either deal with the hassle of moving out, cut into the restaurantâs budgeting, or the dreaded third option. finding a roommate.Â
the stress plagued his mind all night as he tried to sleep, tossing and turning over his pillow.Â
someone to share a small space with, quarrel over messes with, debate over rent share with. not to mention he had grown accustomed to small freedoms like cooking in the middle of the night or walking around naked.Â
there was also the fact that he had been lonely recently, succumbing to sexual frustrations that reminded him all too well of being a teenager again. it had crept up on him slowly, the urge to hold another person again. to be touched by someone else.Â
he had been so worked up, he was being plagued by wet dreams. it was like being back in middle school for the man. finding himself waking up face down in the bed, clutching a pillow he had drooled on with a throbbing erection in his boxers. finding himself rutting his hips against the mattress to try and alleviate some of the pressure that had built up in his body. a thin sheen of sweat covered him as he felt increasingly hot. maybe he would want to bring someone home in the near future, and how would that work with a roommate? what a fucking nightmare.Â
he bit into the pillow and let out a soft groan as he continued to slowly rock his hips against the mattress.Â
he slid his hand down, fingers tucking into his boxers and wrapping around his erection. the dream had felt so real while he was asleep, recalling soft skin beneath his fingertips, recalling himself posessively gripping this skin as a hot, wet tightness engulfed his cock. he nuzzles his face further into the pillow as he pumps his hand softly over his length.
the lack of anything romantic or sexual in his life was probably for the best. but that didnât mean he didnât miss it.Â
carmen brought his hand up to his mouth, spitting into his palm and shoving his boxers down to slick himself up. it felt as if a white heat was beginning to surge through his body, unaccustomed to the touch.Â
he had been so busy, wound so tightly. he began rutting his hips to meet his hand, releasing a low moan into the pillow. it was like the dream had gotten him almost completely to the finish line, feeling overwhelmingly sensitive from the brief touches. his other hand gripped at his comforter as he felt himself coming up on an orgasm, muscles tensing, mouth falling open.
the sharp blare of his phone ringing right next to his ear caused him to jump, ripping his hand out from his boxers and sitting up. it took him a second to orient himself, heart pounding and breaths labored.
he felt his skin heat with anger as his eyes darted over to the screen to see an unknown number.Â
another four seconds and he would have been blissfully falling over the edge he hadnât fallen over in a long time.Â
he hurriedly shoved the phone up to his ear.Â
âwhat?â he snapped into the line, patience wearing incredibly thin. the receiving end was quiet for a beat, before a womanâs voice hesitantly responded.Â
âhiâŠum, i was calling about the listing for the unit on maple⊠is this the right number?âÂ
carmy ran a hand over his face, resting his forehead in his hand. the pent up tension began to partially subside, mind now focusing on his sustained issue of finding a roommate.Â
âno, yeah. uh, sorry,â he cleared his throat, âthis is carmen.â
âoh. hi,â the girlâs voice responded, sounding slightly surprised. she relayed her own name, as he found himself closing his eyes and tuning into the sound of her voice.Â
âi saw your ad in the tribune, and iâm kind of in a rough spot right now with my shithea- sorry, my landlord increasing the rent. i only need a place for a few months before i go back to the west coast.âÂ
he let himself chuckle at her correction, hand falling to the blanket above his erection.Â
âyeah,â he responded, âiâm, uh, all too familiar with shithead landlords. thatâs why i put the ad out in the first place. my rent is fuckinâ going up 2500 bucks.â hearing a small gasp resonate through the line at this.
âso i take it youâre notâŠtotally enthusiastic about getting a roommate?â she questioned with a laugh.
something inside his stomach fluttered at the sound of her laugh. enough to feel a twitch from under the blanket.Â
god damn, was he wound tightly.Â
âno- iâm⊠well, yes, but-â he exhales, âi guess it just has to be a good fit. iâm used to living alone.âÂ
the girl lets out a hum of agreement.Â
âwell, when can i meet you, carmen? test out how well youâŠfit?âÂ
he had to stifle a groan at this, a dull, aching throb coming from beneath his covers. he palmed his hand over the clothed hardness. he didnât even know what this girl looked like and somehow she was eliciting a response from him. he made a mental note to try and get laid over the next week. even if it was just a shitty one night stand. anything to alleviate this ferocity he felt.Â
âyeah, um,â he responds, slightly horse âiâm actually taking the day off tomorrow, so, then?âÂ
the girl giggled again.Â
âwow, lucky you, taking off work on a sunday?â she teased. he takes his hand off his clothed erection and runs his hand through his unruly curls.
âyeah, i, uh, work in a restaurant. so it really is luckyâŠâ dread filled his stomach at the thought of playing catch-up come monday. hopefully the staff would work smoothly enough to accommodate his absence.Â
âiâm really the lucky one,â she responds, âthe sooner i can end my lease, the better. and youâre the first actual response iâve gotten all week.â a pause. âcan i come by tomorrow morning and check the place out?âÂ
carmyâs eyes flickered towards his open bedroom door, acknowledging the cleaning he would have to squeeze in today.Â
âyeah, the, uhâŠ. the morning worksâ he responded.Â
âi wonât be interrupting anything, right?â she asked.Â
his eyes glanced down to the hardened outline under his sheets.Â
âno,â he rested his head back against the wall, âno, iâm open. come at 9? unit 407.âÂ
âokay, yeah. iâll be there. bye, carmenâ she sweetly chimed.Â
he let out a breath as the phone disconnected. this woman couldâve been anyone, yet something about the way she said his name sent a wave of heat through his body. he glanced back down at his hardness, then at the clock.Â
âfuckâ he exhaled, denoting the limited time he had before he had to be at the resturaunt. he ran a hand over his face before throwing the covers off of him and forcing himself out of bed. he readjusted the tent of his boxers and walked downstairs and into the kitchen. fuck this rent increase. he loved living alone.Â
carmen downed a glass of water, allowing some of the cool liquid to spill onto his bare chest. he told himself he dreaded the next morning when he would meet the woman who called him, regardless of how his body responded to the sound of her voice.Â
he definitely wasnât lonely, curious, or excited to see what she would be like.Â
fuck having a roommate.
he bent down to strip himself of his boxers, leaving them on the floor as he walked into the bathroom to start the shower. he drew back the curtain and let the water hit him without warming up.Â
what about being able to come home at any hour of the night? or stashing his jeans in the oven? no longer would he be comfortable succumbing to freedoms as simple as jerking off on the couch.Â
so because of that, carmen would rather die than try and find a roommate.Â
or, at least thatâs what he had thought initially.Â
by no means did he expect his old fashioned newspaper ad to bring her.Â
his first thought was that she was beautiful, and he found himself drinking in the sight of her as if he were a man lost in a desert and she was a cool blue pond.Â
she was younger, he guessed early twenties, and cute. carmen had never considered himself the type of guy who had a type, but that split second after which he had opened the door made him rethink that prior assumption.
it also didnât help that she had shown up in a tiny skirt and a long sleeved shirt that was so fucking tight he could see the perk of her nipples through the fabric. and what could he say to defend himself? at the end of the day he was just a man.Â
the first genuine thing he noticed, however, was her smile, alongside a mischievous glint in her eyes, which he was immediately enamored with. it was like opening the door and being completely blindsided, resulting in an awkward first few seconds as they stood staring at each other. the girl expectantly waited for him to invite her inside. he hadn't even realized that she had already greeted him and he was just starting back at her dumbfoundedly.Â
âuh. sorry,â he broke the silence, âhi. itâs nice to meet youâ he stuck out his hand.Â
she gave him a warm smile and reached out to shake his hand.Â
âso nice to meet you, carmen.âÂ
her hand was soft. and he liked the way it seemed to disappear in his. she pulled it back sooner than he wouldâve liked. he reciprocated her small smile.Â
âcarmy is fine,â he stepped to the side âcome on in.â
he watched as her eyes scanned down his face, to his lips, neck, chest, before glancing back up.Â
he couldâve sworn her cheeks colored a bit as she stepped inside and began to have a look around.Â
the girl slowly made her way through the living room, running her hand along the soft backing of the couch, glancing over the various cook books stacked upon the coffee table. carmy watched her from behind as she sauntered into the kitchen, averting his eyes after tracing up the span of her bare leg, disappointed when his gaze met fabric.Â
stop being such a fuckinâ perv, he internally scolded himself. he took a deep breath and shoved his hands into his front pockets, continuing to walk forward, eyes burning a hole into the cabinets of the kitchen. anywhere but on her.Â
the girl placed her hands on the granite countertops, leaning over to examine even more cookbooks, these ones with sticky notes decorating the pages. the sweet, light smell of perfume prompted carmen to look forward, realizing he had gotten closer to the girl than he meant to. she sensed his presence and turned around, letting out a small gasp at the close proximity. her eyes darted up and locked with his.Â
carmen felt the eye contact send a shockwave through his body as he unintentionally towered over her.Â
her eyes fell to his lips momentarily and he felt his jaw clench as he watched her part her mouth and let out a soft breath. the girl ripped her eyes away from his lips, begrudgingly bringing them back up to meet his.Â
âcan you take me to the bedroom?â she asked him. carmy blinked, heart pounding in his chest, not sure if he heard her right.Â
âwh- what?â he choked out. her eyebrows slightly creased, head tilting.Â
âthe room where iâd stay? can i see it?âÂ
his eyes shut tightly, then snapped back open. hand coming up to run through his hair.Â
jesus, get a grip, man. obviously she wasnât asking you to take her to the bedroom so you could fu-
âyeah-ââ he sighed, âyeah, of course.â carmy spun on his heel, leading her back through the living room and up the stairs.Â
âitâs a beautiful place,â she complimented, âa lot nicer than where iâm at right now.âÂ
the top floor looked over the living room, branching off into a hallway with two bedrooms and a shared bathroom.Â
âyeah, uh, to be honest, itâs a lot⊠fancier than what iâm usually used to.â carmy led her past his room into the vacant space, empty except for a king sized mattress.Â
âthe, uh, mattress is yours if you want it. if you already have one, iâll get it out of here.â he turned to glance at the girl, who had wide eyes, âwon it in a stupidâŠsweepstakes thing my cousin signed me up for.âÂ
he doesnât mention that richie had signed him up to make fun of him, telling carmen that a new mattress might help him get laid since nothing else seemed to work.
her gaze met his and a big smile grew on her face. she walked to the edge of the bed, then turned to lay on it, sprawling her arms out.Â
âwow,â she exhaled, âyou live the life of luxury over here carmy,â a big smile still on her face as she stretches out. he ignores the way her skirt creates a perfect triangular gap between her thighs, revealing a glimpse of white lacy fabric.
okay, maybe he doesnât ignore it.Â
âso?â she asks. he rips his gaze upwards, finding her sitting up on the bed, eyes meeting his, âis it a good fit?â she had a small smirk on her face, crossing one leg over the other, slightly leaning back.Â
he liked the way she gazed up at him, chin tilting up towards him to expose more of her neck. his eyes raked down the flesh of her neck, wondering what it would be like to sink his teeth into it. to make her yelp. to mark her.Â
âyeah,â he softly responds, feeling his mouth dry, eyes scanning over her face, âi, uh, i think we can make it fit.â
carmy watches as her eyelids flutter slightly at this, chest expanding with a deep inhale. he couldâve sworn she pressed her thighs together, lip coming to catch between her teeth.Â
âokay,â she breathed, the two of them almost in a trance as they stared at each other. he was the first to break the eye contact, clearing his throat and taking a few steps away from the bed.Â
âyouâre, um⊠free to move in whenever youâd like,â he tells her, fixing his eyes on the wall as he warms under the unmistakable feeling of her gaze.Â
sheâs here to find a place to live, he tells himself, not get eyefucked by some stranger.Â
regardless, he feels her continue to watch him. he hears her boots click against the flooring as she stands from her position on the bed, walking over to the glass door leading to a shared balcony. outside, the door that connected to his room was just a few feet down from hers.Â
he follows her as she walks out, watching her place her hands on the railing and take a deep breath. it was fresh out, the nostalgic smell of a crisp autumn morning.Â
âitâs a beautiful area,â she quietly observes, noting the proximity of a park. the dense line of trees provided a bit of privacy for the balcony, but the bustle of passerbys were still visible down below. he hummed in agreement, watching as the balmy breeze tousled her hair. she had a serene look on her face, but she seemed far away.Â
âyouâre, uh, from the west coast?â he asked, trying to strike up a form of conversation. the glaze over her eyes remained as she followed the sight of a woman pushing a baby stroller through the park.Â
âyeah,â she breathed out, âsan diego. moved here for a work but my, uhâŠ.my mom isnât doing so well. so iâm going back before christmas.âÂ
carmen notices the twitch of her lip, gaze still fixed on the woman pushing the stroller.Â
âiâm, uh, iâm sorry to hear that,â he responds softly. her gaze breaks away as the woman disappears into the tree line. she meets his eyes and gives him a small smile
âdonât be. we have aâŠcomplicated relationship,â she let out a small laugh, nervously looking to the side.Â
âyeah, i, uh⊠i know how that goes,â he admits, âtrust me.âÂ
her smile warmed at this, eyes coming back to scan his face.Â
âi hope itâs okay that iâd be here so short term,â she offers. he nods his head.Â
âi really just need someone for the first couple months. until i decide whether i want to end my lease or, uh, cough up the extra money,â he reassures with a small smile.Â
âwell, in that case, i look forward to rooming with you, carmy,â she gleams, pushing herself away from the railing and turning to face the door. he opens it for her, watching as she walks back into the room and takes in the stark emptiness.Â
âcan i bring some stuff by today?â she asks sweetly, âdecorate a little?âÂ
he nods, reaching into his pocket and pulling out her copy of the key, handing it to her.Â
âyou live here now, so go crazy,â smiling at the squeal of excitement she let out. unexpectedly, the girl rushed forward and wrapped her arms around carmen. he was a bit stunned, but reciprocated, letting his arms engulf her, a hand resting on her lower back.Â
âthank you, thank you, thank you!â she beamed, leaning into him.Â
âdonât mention it. reallyâ a smile graced his face, the smell of her hair sweet. he wouldâve kept hugging her for a while if it was up to him.Â
she pulled away, touching his forearm as she did so.Â
âi promise i wonât go too crazy. i noticed you have the place prettyâŠ.minamalist.â
he let out a small laugh at this.Â
âyeah, iâmâŠnot much of a decorator,â he confessed, âmy apartments have always been pretty boring.âÂ
âsounds like you need a womanâs touch?â she asked, giving him an innocent smile. his brain stuttered for a minute, eyes flickering down her face to her lips. he really did need a womanâs touch. but thatâs obviously not what she meant.
âyeah,â he cleared his throat âyeah, definitely.âÂ
she let out a small giggle, âokay. iâll be back in a few hours.â Â
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as the door slammed behind her, the girl released an exacerbated breath, running her hands through a mess of hair. she made her way through the complex, pressing the elevator button.Â
her cheeks felt hotâher whole body felt hot, actually. what the fuck did she get herself into? to make a commitment to a roommate was one thing, to make a commitment to one that was so offensively hot was just stupid.Â
he had caught her completely off guard, too. she had only heard carmen as a womanâs name, so the phone call came as a bit of a shock, the meeting an even bigger one.Â
she knew she would have to stay away from him, roommate are strictly off limits.Â
do not make a move, do not make a move, do not make a move!
it would make everything so complicated, and all she really needed was a place to stay for a few months. but these words she repeated like a mantra did nothing to take away from the fact that she wanted him, bad. from the second he opened the door and she stared into his strikingly blue eyes. from when she raked her eyes down his body, taking in the way his pecs strained against his shirt, tattoos decorating his muscular, capable arms. she was so warm when he wrapped himself around her, hands settling on her lower backâŠshe just wished they had gone lower, touched her more.Â
he smelled so fucking good, too, when they had hugged. the smell of his deodorant made her a little dizzy, and gave her a dull ache between her legs.Â
the ding of the elevator made her jump, disrupting her thoughts as she stepped through the open doors.
why did she flirt with him so much? she prayed he didnât think she was a desperate weirdoâit had just been so long since she had been satisfied in that way. and as she sat on the bed, and he stood looking down at her hungrily as if he wanted to dominate her, she quickly decided that she wouldâve let him.Â
the heat of her skin did not relent, so she began gathering her hair atop her head, molding it into a bun and securing it with a hair tie.Â
she had a few hours to take a cold shower, get it together, and call the movers to load up her boxes.
it would be fine, she told herself. everything would work out as long as she didnât make a move. and carmen seemed gentlemanly enough to reciprocate, minus the few glances she saw him sneak of her.Â
she promised herself to not act on the urges. and to her credit, she didnât. for a while, at least.Â
it wasnât until tonight, about four weeks after moving in, that things started to get complicated.Â
it was easy, at first, to resist the flirting and the tensionâmostly because carmen was never home.
he left before she woke up and only returned back after she had gone to sleep. that was the cost of being a michelin star chef though, which she had found out not from him, but from a curious google search about his restaurant.Â
she decided to confront him about this, curious why he was so humble about such a title. he responded along the lines of a nonchalant, âi didnât think it mattered.âÂ
he was a tough person to gaugeâalways seeming so lost within his own head. the girl felt as if she couldnât get a good read on him, which was an unusual feeling for her.Â
there were moments, however, when it seemed as if she would break down a wall, illuminating herself in a stream of light from within him.
one of those moments was tonight, coming home from dinner with coworkers. she usually would just opt to go straight home after working overtime, but her boss insisted on a get-together to celebrate the end of their project. having to socialize with coworkers after hours was entirely draining, and she was more than ready to be home.Â
it was cold and dark, after 10 oâ clockânot that she took notice. the streets shone with the rain of a passed storm, reflecting the light of the street lamps in a blurry haze.
the girl took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the muggy post-rain sweetness of the october air. the walk allowed her to clear her mind a bit, taking notice of the perpetual heat that burned within her.Â
god, she needed to blow off some steam. her hand came to thread through her hair, mind flashing to carmen.Â
it had been so long since she was with a manâalmost forgetting how it felt entirely. how it felt to be kissed, to be touchedâŠhow it felt to be full. she let out a small breath at this thought. she wondered if he was well endowed, or on the smaller side? if he was shaved or natural? if he had a curvature to him? circumcised or uncir-
âjesus christ,â she exhales, âi need to get a grip,â the reminder out loud seemed to cut her thoughts short, at least for the most part, as she approaches their building.
she makes her way inside and navigates up to their floor, unlocking the door to their unit, eyebrows furrowing as she took notice of the multiple lights on. she supposes that she had forgotten to turn them off, mentally chastising herself before locking the door behind her and setting her bag and keys down.Â
it felt good to be home, stripping off her blazer and making her way to the kitchen.Â
she opens the cupboard to grab a glass, filling it with ice. then she pulls a cold ginger beer and lime out of the fridge to make herself a drink. the vodka came a little heavy handed, only partially on accident.Â
she takes a long sip before making her way over to and up the stairs. she follows the dark hallway to her room, where she puts on some music and cracks the window to let the rainy breeze pour in.Â
the girl hums along gently to the music as she stands in front of her mirror and begins to strip her clothes off. she admires her physique as the alcohol begins to quickly initiate a pleasant buzz.Â
the girl leaves her bra and underwear on, admiring the delicate lace that adorned the curvature of her body. her eyes fall onto the candles on her dresser, deciding that a hot bubble bath would help melt the day away. so she takes another sip and walks to the bathroom, continuing to hum the song that reverberates through the speaker. she sways her hips to the music as she walks, even adding a little twirl to help lighten her mood.Â
as she goes to grab the bathroomâs knob to twist, it begins to turn on its own, the sudden realization making her heart drop to her stomach all too late.Â
the door swings open and the girl finds herself face to face with a shirtless carmen, hair wet and skin dewy with water droplets.
she stumbles back slightly and his strong hands grab the sides of her arms. out of instinct she places her free hand on his chest, the drink she holds splashes a few drops out onto her hand. she steadies herself, cheeks flushing.Â
âfuck, carm, i- iâm sorry, i didnât know you wereâŠâ she trails off with a deep breath, her eyes darting down his chiseled chest, to his abdomen, to the deep cut v of his pelvis, down to the tuft of dark hair peaking out from beneath the edge of the towel.Â
well, that answered one of her questions.
the girl tears her eyes away from the arousing sight, bringing them up to meet his own. she watches as his own eyes drag down her scantily clad form, hearing him deeply exhale before bringing his eyes back up to meet hers.Â
his blue gaze had a dark glint as he intensely stared down at her, his lips slightly parted, brows furrowed, as if he couldnât fully rationalize the predicament they were in.Â
she could smell the fresh scent of his body wash, the sharp cleanness of his deodorant. it makes her lean closer unintentionally, eyes droop slightly and lips part as she feels her body heat up.Â
he was incredibly firm underneath her fingertips, sturdy and strong, and still a bit damp from his shower. she wouldâve kept touching him too, but his hands fall from her arms, taking a small step back, snapping his eyes shut tightly and rubbing his forehead with his hand.Â
âshit, i-uh, iâm sorry,â he forces out in a strangled voice, eyes glancing towards the ceiling as if to avoid the temptation that stood in front of him.Â
ân-no, my fault, really. i-⊠i didnât realize you were home yet,â she forces out, feeling the flush of embarrassment from her cheeks, crossing her arms over her chest to provide some modesty. she leans against the door frame.
âi was gonna take a hot bath. rough day,â she elaborates as a bit of an afterthought. he deeply inhales and his eyes trail back down to her before noticing the glass she was holding.Â
âyeah?â he asks, âwhat are yâdrinking?â he nudges his head forward, gesturing to the cup.
her eyes dart down to the glass, droplets of condensation cool against her fingers.Â
âum⊠moscow mule,â she confesses softly, small smile creeping onto her lips, âwanna try?â she offers.Â
he gives her a grin, reaching out for the drink. she tries to ignore how his fingers brush over her own.Â
carmen brings the glass to his lips and takes a decently long sip, eyebrows furrowing as the bitterness graces his tongue, swallowing harshly.Â
âshit, thatâs strong,â smile on his face as he coughs lightly. she bursts out into giggles, throwing her head back.Â
âit was on accident,â she fibs.Â
he raises his eyebrow at this, which makes her laugh harder. he feels himself grin at the sight, not sure heâs ever seen her smile so big. itâs pretty, he thinks. really fuckinâ pretty.Â
âitâs good, though,â he praises, handing it back.Â
âwant one?â she questions, leaning forward a bit, glass coming back up to press to her lips. carmy fixates on the sight for a moment, on her supple and sweet looking lips, before lightly clearing his throat.Â
âyeah, iâd, uh⊠iâd love one.â
the girl flashes him another sweet smile, turning on her heel and walking out of the bathroom.Â
âiâll meet you downstairs then,â she chimes. as she leaves, carmen slides his eyes down her form, admiring her toned back and tracing down the alluring indentation of her spine. his gaze very quickly falls to her ass, clad in a cheeky cut of lace, watching as it slightly bounces in tandem with her steps. his breath catches, feeling himself harden beneath his towel, face heating as a throbbing sensation begins to come on.
he begins to follow her, finding himself so distracted by the sight that he almost follows her all the way into her bedroom, only snapping out of it when he sees her start to unclip her bra.Â
he abruptly stops and turns to walk to his own room, taking a few deep, slow breaths once he gets. there. his hands come to rest on his hips, gazing down at the tented cloth of the towel before walking to his dresser to grab a large black t-shirt and some gray sweatpants. as he slides into them, he checks in the mirror to make sure the shirt hung over his hips to cover his very apparent arousal.Â
he makes his way downstairs, hearing soft music play from the kitchen. a song with guitar. pretty, but sounded kind of sad.Â
his roommate stands at the kitchen island, garnishing his finished drink with a few mint leaves. she wears a silky bathrobe, her hair clipped up messily. she smiles up at him as he came to the counter, ice clinking against the cold copper mug as she hands it to him.Â
âyou didnât make yours in copper?â he asks after giving a soft thanks.
âiâm not an award winning chef,â she rebuts, âi wanted to make sure it was up to your standards,â a slight smile on her lips as she teases him.Â
he grins, giving a small roll of his eyes before bringing the drink up for a sip. his eyes widen.Â
âshit. this- this is good,â he compliments sincerely, taking another drink.Â
âthank you, chef,â she beams. he gives her a smile and a nod, trying to ignore how much he enjoyed hearing the name come from her.Â
âby the way,â she continues, âyou act very humble, but i think it's really impressive for you to own a restaurant so young.âÂ
he sets his cup down on the granite. her compliment makes his ears feel warm.Â
âitâs, uhâŠ. thank you. weâre still trying to find our rhythm, yâknow? but itâs coming together. slowly,â he underplays. the girl nods, taking another sip of her drink.Â
âdid you always know you wanted to be a chef?â she inquires, leaning over the countertop onto her forearms. carmen had trouble processing her question, too distracted by the view provided from the low-hanging fabric of her loosely tied robe.Â
she notices his eyes wander and her skin heats under his gaze. she pushes her chest out slightly, having little clue why she was entertaining this crush of hers.
âsorry, what?â his reply comes a bit delayed. she gives a soft giggle.
âdid you always want to be a chef? or did someone inspire you?â she notices the way his face drops ever so slightly.Â
âi, uh⊠iâve wanted to be a chef for a long time. and uh, i think my brother probably had a big part in inspiring me,â he pauses, and she nods.Â
âthatâs sweet,â a smile on her face, âonly the truly inspired go on to own a restaurant.â
âyeah, he uhâŠhe actually left his restaurant to me. used to be a sandwich shop. my dad owned it, thenâŠleft it to mikey.â his eyes drift to the skin of her neck, landing on a dainty necklace.Â
âare you two close?â she asks, heat from her hands causing the ice of her drink to melt and shift, clinking against the glass.Â
he pauses again, unsure of how to approach this, his glazed eyes giving him away a bit. she breaks the silence.Â
âiâm sorry, i donât mean to pry-â
â-no, no, itâsâŠitâs fine,â he interjects, âmikey actuallyâŠhe died two years ago. he, uh⊠he killed himself.â his tone softened. Â
carmy wasnât sure why he was opening up so much, revealing far more than he usually did when people asked questions about mikey. when he met her eyes again, she had a sorrowful look on her face.Â
âfuck, carm, thatâs-⊠iâm so sorry for your loss,â she tells him with genuinity.Â
âit, uhâŠ.â he goes to brush it off like he usually does, but he canât bring himself to do it as he looks into her eyes. he swallows.Â
âthank you.â he says sincerely, giving a small nod. his throat begins to burn, and he looks away.Â
he had to break the news to plenty of people before this, so he wasnât sure why this time felt so different. but it did.Â
âheâd be really proud of you, you know,â she tells him after a moment, âyouâre doing a good fuckinâ job.âÂ
carmen meets her eyes again when she says this, and just stares at her for a moment. his chest flutters at the praise, and his slow manual breaths do nothing to stop the heavy pounding of his heart.Â
âi, uh,â he rasps, swallowing before continuing, âthank you. i appreciate it,â he says, âreally.âÂ
the girl gives him a sweet smile and nods before coming to stand up straight. she sinches the string of her robe around her waist.Â
âi think iâm gonna go take my bath now.â
âenjoy,â he tells her, small smile on his face. she moves around the edge of the counter, sweetly running her hand over his arm as she walks away.Â
carmen knows this is just a friendly gesture, yet he still feels goosebumps rise on his skin following her touch. he hears her humming softly as she walks up the stairs.
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there was nothing that a hot bath wouldnât fix. especially coupled with some extensive self care, it would prove to be a form of therapy to the girl time and time again. she feels entirely satisfied, except for the fact that the final product that would seal the night in has gone missing.Â
on the walk to her room, she glances at carmenâs wide open door. his light was off, but she could hear quiet music coming from the room.Â
she approached, softly knocking on the door frame.
âhey carm, have you seen a little black container anywhere? itâs my lip maskâ she leans against the opening, and takes a minute to admire the way he reclines on the bed, arms behind his head, black shirt laying on the floor.
he turns his head, taking in the image of her glowy skin, gracefully illuminated by the light of the hallway, loosely covered by the same silky, short bathrobe.Â
âyeah, i uh, think i saw it in the downstairs bathroom,â he offers.Â
she takes a small step into the room, turning her head to the small TV on his dresser. she watches for a minute before gasping.Â
âno way,â she lets out a small laugh, âthis used to be one of my favorite movies growing up.â
âfor real?â he smiles.Â
âhell yeah. you have good taste carmy.â
he scans his eyes over her form as she watches the screen.Â
âyeah, i guess i do.â
she brings her gaze back to meet his, tilting her head. carmen felt emboldened by the double-shot drink she fixed him, keeping his eyes locked with hers.Â
âwanna watch with me?â he invites.Â
she smiles, pausing for a moment, bringing her finger to her lips as if she was deliberating. he finds this endearing, and enthusiastically watches as she saunters to his bed and crawls on.Â
carmy sits up onto his forearms, head resting back against the headboard, shifting to make room for her to scoot in next to him. and she does, sitting upright with her knees to her chest, closer than he thought she wouldâve, side of her thigh resting against his arm. she smells incredible, and carmen feels an overwhelming, almost primal magnetism towards the girl.
his eyes are fixated on the screen, but he doesnât register the movie at all. all he can focus on is the smell of her and the warmth of her body pressed against his.Â
about 30 minutes into their shared viewing, the girl releases a big yawn, shuffling down to rest her head on the stacked pillows, continuing to watch the movie but feeling her eyes grow heavier by the minute. carmenâs bed was comfy, and she could help but fall into a light slumber.
he doesnât even notice until he softly laughs at one of the scenes, and she stays silent, soundly dozing. in that moment heâs graced with the rare opportunity to lovingly study her face. his eyes trail over her eyebrows, her cheeks, rosy from her bath, some soft freckles scattered about. he studies the slope of her nose and plush of her lips, then folds his arms behind his head and goes back to watching the movie, his own eyes feeling a bit heavy.Â
carmen feels the girl shift, assuming she was waking up. instead, she slings an arm over him, face nuzzling into his chest. when he surprisedly turns to face her, he finds her eyes still shut. every bit of focus he had accumulated prior vanished, now only being able to feel the hammering in his chest, the warmth of her body against hisâthe way her hand splays across his bare skin.Â
he just focuses on his breathing.Â
not much more time had passed before she snuggles even closer, hoisting a leg up over him. he stays completely still as to not disturb her sleep, even though his arms pinned behind his head were beginning to feel like static.
the man silently marvels at how well she fit against him, slowly shutting his eyes as he feels her nuzzle her face further into him.Â
carmy begins to doze off, noise from the movie droning in the background, darkness of the room enveloping the two.Â
they stay that way for another hour, peace only broken at the shrill of carmenâs ringtone that pierces through the silence.Â
he feels her startle, grabbing on to him a bit tighter. his arm instinctively comes to wrap around her, hand resting on her back as he reaches over to grab his phone on the nightstand. he mentally curses the unknown caller as he declines the call, noting by his phone clock how late it had gotten.Â
he hears the girl let out a groan, still draped over him, readjusting her head to lay on his shoulder, breath tickling his neck.Â
he kept silent and didnât move.Â
âmâsorry,â she mumbles, realizing their predicament, âyou shouldâve pushed me off of you,â her voice drowsy.Â
âi fell asleep too,â he justifies, âgot too comfortable.â
she lets out a hum of agreement.
âyeah,â scooting closer so that her face almost presses into his neck, âyou are really comfortable.âÂ
its difficult for carmen to keep his composure, jaw tightening as she moves closer. he feels her smooth her hand over his bare chest and splay it over his sternum. he had no idea what was happening, but he knows heâs never wanted anything more than for her to keep touching him.Â
âyour heart is beating so fast,â she softly observes, drowsily shutting her eyes again.Â
he clears his throat.Â
âthe phone scared me,â a fib.
he feels her smile against his neck, and they stay laying like that in silence for another few minutes. carmen slowly regains control over his breathing, repeating to himself do not get turned on, shutting his eyes tightly.Â
after a moment, he feels her soft lips creep against his neck, and then she presses a small kiss into the skin. it feels as if a spark shoots down his spine, tingling throughout his body.Â
the man quickly rationalizes the situation, thinking she must have done it on accident. then she does it again, this time higher up his neck and closer to his ear. it was a longer kiss, distinct, and then he feels the warmth of her breath again.Â
carmen shifts, craning his neck downwards to look at her. she meets his eyes, and he sees the mischievous glint he was so endeared with from when they met.Â
his arm is still around the girl, her hand still caressing his chest. she moves it down slowly, fingertips smoothing along his skin to touch his abdomen. she doesnât say anything, just keeps touching him, feeling the firmness of his body.
her pointer finger traces lower, dragging over the deep cut of his v-line, stopping when she hits the waistband of his sweatpants. he audibly exhales at this.Â
she can see the wanting in his eyes from the dim light of the hallway,Â
she knows she should stop herself. but between the smell of his skin and the tingling within her core, she felt as if she physically couldnât stop. she was coming onto the one man she told herself she couldnât have, yet her body felt so hot. and he was soâŠ.
the girl moves closer to him, their faces mere inches apart.Â
the pair are completely silent as carmen examines her face, watching as she bites her lip. without trying to stop himself, he reaches up, thumb coming to pull her lip from between her teeth. he runs the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, pushing it to the side a bit, pulling it down a bit, testing how soft and pliant she was beneath him.Â
she exhales, and her fingers slide ever so slightly under the waistline of his sweats. she can feel curls of his pubic hair, giving her a hot, pulsing sensation within her core. the small bathrobe seems to suddenly feel constricting.
carmen sharply exhales through his nose as he feels her fingers creep beneath. he slides his hand over her cheek to grip her face tightly as a warning. the girl meets his eyes, noticing how dark they had become. she canât help her gaze falling down to his plush lips, staring at them for longer than she should before looking back up to him with heavy eyelids.Â
if carmen had more sense, he would pull away and turn on the light. maybe ask her to go back to her own room. but he didnât, so instead he leans in, just far enough so his lips lightly ghosted over hersâjust far enough to let her decide. he was trying to control himself. if it were up to him in that moment, he would grab her, tear off the skimpy bathrobe, and take her for himself.Â
but he wanted to be more of a gentleman than that.Â
she lets out a soft gasp at the proximity, able to feel the heat from his face.
heâs so close, she thinks, smells so good.Â
she throws caution to the wind and decides she wants this.Â
badly.Â
the girl leans in and presses a slow, soft kiss to his lips. this ignites something in her, and even though she told herself to pull away after the first kiss and refrain from letting this go too far, she gets a taste of him and immediately craves more.Â
carmen enthusiastically reciprocates the kiss, hand gripping her face tighter and pulling her closer. they stay gentle at first, slow. but then she whimpers into his mouth at the sensation and it spurs him on, finding himself entirely too worked up from just kissing.Â
the kisses became a bit firmer, hungrier, messier, and carmy slips his tongue into her mouth. the room feels too hot all of the sudden, ferocity of the kiss growingâtheir teeth bump.Â
he pulls away from the kiss, lips still ghosting hers.Â
âwe should, uhâ he rasps, interrupted by the girls continued eager kisses, âwe should stop.âÂ
she pauses and nods.Â
âyeah,â biting at her lip, âyeah, youâre right.âÂ
carmen contradicts himself and captures her lips again, telling himself that itâs to cherish the feeling before stopping. the girl moans into the kiss, and he deepens it again.Â
so much for stopping.Â
her hand slips further into his sweatpants, and she wraps her fingers around his erection. he releases a low, throaty groan, and slides his hand down to grasp the side of her neck, thumb across her throat.Â
she leans into his touch, beginning to gently stroke the length of him, fingers loosely grasping.Â
he was thick from what she could feel, and long enough to make the motion feel cramped within the confines of his sweatpants.Â
their kisses increase in ferocity and she grips him tighter. he softly bites her lip, and she lets out a hum.Â
âfucking touch me already, carm,â her demand comes breathily, body growing increasingly hot.Â
âyeah?â another kiss. she squeezes her fingers around him.Â
âmmhm,â she breathes, growing impatient. his hand shifts to wrap around the front of her throat, fingers lightly pressing into her.
âask nicer,â he demands, voice low.Â
she feels a hitch in her breathing, surprised by the tingle his words sent through her.Â
never before having to ask twice, she lets out a frustrated groan and takes her hand out of his pants. she pulls the front of her loose robe open, exposing her bare chest.Â
âfuck,â he groans, eyes graciously raking down her form, able to make out the curve of her breasts in the low light of the room.Â
âtouch. me.â she whines, too proud to beg for him.Â
his hand falls from her neck, fingertips teasing down her sternum. she lets out a breath of relief too soonâfeeling him lightly ghost over her perked nipple and trace down her ribs.Â
âcarm,â she complains. he ignores her, coming to kiss her neck instead. her scent was intoxicating, and he feels himself physically strain to keep from giving her what she wanted, finding similar pleasure in the knowledge that she was growing increasingly desperate for him.Â
his hand continues its trail downwards, pushing her bathrobe the rest of the way open. he slides his fingers down her stomach slowly, cherishing the softness of her skin, sliding to grasp her hip, rubbing his thumb along the curve of her pelvis. the minute he saw her he swore to himself he would take his time with her, and that he did.Â
she lets out a huff and grabs his hand, trying to pull him towards where she wants him. he only tightens his grip on her hipbone.Â
âhey,â he scolds sternly into her neck, biting her softly, âbe fuckinâ good.â
she gasps at his bite, arching her back for more.Â
âthen give me what i want,â she pleads, hand gripping onto his arm. she feels him gently smile into her skin.Â
âyeah?â he keeps kissing her neck, âwhat do you want, pretty girl?â
she feels a tingling at the name, fingers dragging up his arm, gripping onto the muscle of his bicep.Â
âi want you to fuc-â the same shrill ringtone blares into the silence, simultaneously vibrating the nightstand. the two jump, the girl pulling her hand away from carmy as if he were hot. his fingers grip her hard enough to bruise, before pulling away and coming to rub over his forehead, jaw tightly clenched. Â
as the girl recovers herself with her bathrobe, he angrily grabs his phone and answers.Â
âwhat?â he barks into the line. she sits up and smooths her fingers through her hair, dangling her legs over the bed.Â
maybe it was a sign that they were interrupted, she thinks, suddenly bashful about the entire situation, heat of her skin relentlessly burning.Â
âfuck,â he curses into the phone, âhow bad is it?â eyes glancing over to the girl sitting on his bed, rubbing a hand over his face.Â
âalright. yeah, iâll be there in 20,â he begrudgingly says before hanging up the phone. she looks at him questioningly.Â
âthere was, uh, a fuckinâ leak in one of the pipes. part of the kitchen is flooding.â
âyeah,â she nods, effectively hiding her disappointment, âyou should definitely go take care of that,â standing up and turning to walk out.Â
he calls her name and she stops, turning back expectantly.Â
âweâll, uh,â he meets her eyes, âweâll talk tomorrow, yeah?âÂ
she puts a small smile on her lips and nods, before turning again and walking to her own room. her heart was still relentlessly beating against her ribcageâskin still hot, still wound so tightly.Â
it was a stupid idea to entertain, and sheâs glad it didnât happen.Â
at least she repeats that to herself over and over again hoping itâll start to feel true.Â
carmen lets out a labored exhale, gaze falling down to the throbbing tent in his pants, feeling more wound up now than he ever had.Â
he regrets not touching her as soon as he had the opportunity, instead trying to tease her. he just really enjoyed how she got so flustered, impatientâcertain that the girl had never experienced having to beg for anything before.Â
he wanted more. he knew he shouldnât, but he really did.Â
she was so soft beneath him, and pretty, and desperate. he didnât expect her to have such an attitude, though, finding himself completely roused from the bite of her interaction.Â
carmen turns on the lamp, flooding the room with light and squinting his eyes. he stands up to get dressed, ready to go attend to the early morning disaster in the kitchen.Â
as he passes her by room he swears he can hear her softly moaning.Â
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the big freeze â jason todd
summary: Jason appears at your door in the middle of the night. Who are you to turn him away?
cw: implied claustrophobia
wc: 1,5k
note: you ever get stuck in an elevator and realize 'oh this is a closed metal box hanging in the air on the 13th floor' and then it takes the combined efforts of 3 people on different floors to get you out bc the wrong elevator keeps opening?
The TV switches to a commercial break featuring an ad for a late night hotline just as your phone buzzes. You reach for the remote to mute it and bring your phone to your ear. No sane person calls you at this hour. Which only leavesâŠ
âYes?â
âCan youâŠâ thereâs a pause on Jasonâs end, and you use the moment to glance at the time. 1:38 AM. Yeah, not a sane time, arguably not a completely sane person, if judging by what his family gets up to back in Gotham. âIâm downstairs.â
âI gave you a keycard and the code for the security system.â
He sighs and the sound rattles in your ear. âI know, IâIâve been waiting for someone to come by for like 20 minutes.â
âWell, in their defense, itâs way past 1AM.â You slide your feet into your slippers and stand, turning the TV off as you go. âNormal people are usually asleep at these times. On Tuesdays, no less.â
âYeah? And whatâs your excuse?â
âIâm an occasional insomniac.â You press the phone between your shoulder and cheek as you grab the black sweater draped over the back of your couch.
Still, the hallway is cold, all exposed brick and bright overhead lights. The chill bites at your cheeks and invades through the soft wool of your sweater. Jasonâs sweater? Itâs hard to tell anymore; so many of his things are at your place and so many of your things are at his place. The elevator arrives with a quiet ding. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you step inside, avoiding the large wet patch on the red carpet.
You donât let the call drop, but neither of you are speaking anymore, either. The numbers on the small screen on the elevator wall count down.
Jason is standing by the large automatic doors at the entrance of the building. He has his leather jacket slung over his arm. You can faintly make out droplets from the rain still clinging to the surface of the leather. Thereâjust as he spots youâa smile blooms on his face, almost boyish, as he cuts across the empty foyer in long, near-silent footsteps. He wraps his arms around your waist, presses his face into the crook of your neck. His hair is damp and you feel the water slide under your collar. The tip of his nose is cold, resting over your pulse. His wet jacket presses against your side, soaking your sweater.
Instead of the chill from the fall rain, thereâs a steady warmth simmering beneath Jasonâs skin. It spurs from his chest and spreads to his extremities, arms wound tightly around your body, to his fingertips pressing under your sweater and into your skin.
You nearly yelp at how cold his fingers are.
âHey.â
âHey.â
âWe gotta take two steps to the left â my left,â you clarify. Jason does not unwind himself from around you, but he does take a step to the side and then another until you can reach the elevator keypad. You tap your keycard against the sensor and hit the button for your floor. The elevator doors drag closed and it begins its ascent.
Jasonâs pulse jumps and his grip around you tightens. You donât say anything, donât pry him off or tell him to get his shit togetherâinstead, you place a hand on the back of his head, curl the rain-damp strands of hair around your fingers. Jasonâs lips part involuntarily in a silent sigh.
âNeed a haircut, eh, bub?â
He chuckles, barely audible over the jingle playing from the elevator speakers. âWhat if I buzz it all off? Military style.â
You make a disgusted sound in the back of your throat.
The elevator slides to a stop, the lock mechanism clicks into place, and the doors open.
âWeâre here,â you say, voice soft and light.
Jason takes a long breath in, inhaling your strawberry-scented body lotion. Heâs the one that got it for you as one of your many gifts last Christmas (thank you, Babs, for being his sniff-tester) and it makes him giddy to know you still use it. He untangles himself from you, not fully, though, and guides you towards your apartment, an arm around your waist.
He toes off his boots and hangs his jacket in its usual place as you re-arm the security system.
âYou should really start arming that thing even if you go down for pizza or something,â he says and bends over to pick up the black ball of fur rubbing against his leg. âHi, hi, hi, yes, hi to you, too,â he tells your cat, nuzzling his face into her fur. He looks up at you, raises a brow when you open your mouth to say âthis is Metropolis, nothing bad happens here,â because youâve had this exchange twice now. âJust saying, if I was 9 again and I knew someone left their apartment full of stuff you could easily pawn unlockedâŠâ
You sigh. âOkay. Iâll remember to do that.âÂ
Because for Jason, it isnât about the things in your apartment, not really.
âThank you.â
You retreat into your bedroom and Jason carries your cat around like sheâs a baby as he laps around your apartment. He stops at the tall windows in the living room and starts pointing out Metropolis landmarks as if said cat hasnât been living in Metropolis longer than he has.
When you return, a pair of gray sweatpants and one of his shirts in hand, heâs telling your cat about how âAunt Lois deserved that Pulitzer prize so much more than uncle Clarkâ.Â
âSorry if Iâm interrupting somethingâŠâ
âOh, no, no, just reinstating how Clark got a Pulitzer before Lois even though sheâs a much better writer than he is.â
âRight.â You hold out the change of clothes to him. âI got you a new toothbrush; the other one was getting old.â
âThank you.â Jason accepts the change of clothes and beelines it towards the bathroom to change, your cat still in his arms.
Once he emerges (after quite loudly announcing to your cat how one should brush their teeth), his damp clothes left in the dryer to run first thing in the morning, youâre already nestled between the sheets. Thereâs an extra pillow and duvet spread out next to you. Jason releases your cat, who skitters to her bed on the windowsill to watch the rain droplets race down the glass, and climbs into bed, pats his pillow until itâs of satisfactory height.
You turn off the bedside lamp on your nightstand, turn on the cat-shaped nightlight and shimmy between the sheets. Then you pause, grab your phone and unlock it.
Jasonâs eyes roam your face, the curve of your nose and lips, the heaviness in your tired eyes as you slowly blink at your phone screen. Heâs made an effort to commit your features to his memory so he can see your face every time he closes his eyes. So he can keep you with him everywhere. Always. So, once again, he takes his time, going over every one of your features until you lock your phone and place it back on the nightstand.
âI love you,â he says, low and soft, though with all the clarity he can inject into his words.
You stare at him for a moment, then pull your duvet up to your chin, rest your head on your pillow and close your eyes. âI love you, too.â
âForever.â
âForever is such a vague concept,â you tell him with a scrunch in your brow. He can barely make it out in the dim red glow of the bedroom but he knows it's there. âUntil the end of the universe. And even then youâll be stuck with me. Like glitter.â
âYeah? Whenâs that?â
âWeâll reincarnate an infinite amount of times between now and then,â you say with the certainty of someone whoâs gazed far into the future, gazed at the very death of the universe itself. Maybe you have. Maybe youâre a metaâa true metaâunlike him, something that crawled out of his grave in Gotham.
Jason blinks, allows your statement to settle into the marrow of his bones, into his very being. His blood thrums in his veins. He balls his hands into fists to stop them from shaking. âI donât know; sounds a lot like forever.â
You make a sound at the back of your throat again. It is not a sound of displeasure, nor a sound of agreement, either. âAgain; vague. The eventual death of the universe is all but guaranteed; itâll expand too much and become too cold to inhabit. Probably. Thereâs like⊠six different big theories on how the universe will end. Take your pick.â
âBut weâll find each other every time.â It is not a question. Still, you nod.
âYes. Every lifetime.â
âPromise?â
You open your eyes, take him inâyou can barely make out his features in the dark but you canâthe mass of dark hair splayed out across his (your) pillow, the curve of his nose and that of his cupidâs bow, the almost milky whiteness of his eyes. This is where your heart has settled. This is home.
âI promise.â
part 2
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