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Gonna be gassed tonight, if we're never gassed no more.
Gpt ver w/ text vvv
#my art#the mechanisms fanart#change of plans gonna fo ts as well and post jonny and ts together#the mechanisms#bertie the mechanisms#every time i draw him he looks different ouAgh i need to just. settle.#digital art#digital illustration#bcs im. vain and i like how these r turning out idk lmao#gptvstmk#cw blood#cw body horror#probably gonna change the text on tims icl. it sits weird.#oh nooo tumblr crunched these im so sad agkagkakgw#all my tiny useless details. sighh.#the-aurora-strikes-again
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I'm sorry Zeradin is not listening
Zeradin belongs to @ebi-skycotl Chim belongs to @jifferydaotter
#late night skyblr hunger games shitpost strike again#unofficial skyblr hunger games simulator#skyblr#cat of aurora#catoa draws
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🎲 ethereal for the prompts! good luck with your appointment!
She was beautiful; ethereal; otherworldly.
She was so young--a face full of so much innocence in the midst of an ancient slumber, in spite of the life she must have known in the time before.
She was the key to all that he had dreamed of for so long.
She was… not even remotely what he had expected to find when his search turned up a lead in the northernmost mountains of the globe.
He rested his palm against the frozen barrier between the two of them, feeling in turn the ice around his heart thaw ever so much.
She appeared about the right age, fair skinned, with the same long waves cascading down her shoulders.
…She reminded him of the life he had known in the time before, too.
Gingerly, as if the gesture alone would disturb her, the man reached into his pocket and produced the transmitter linking him to the pilot of his airship.
"Raymond, cancel our flight out for this evening," Descole instructed quietly. "There's something else I must take care of first."
#professor layton#jean descole#aurora azran#teaposts#teafics#random word generator prompts#answered#thanks for the ask!#the cute as fuck ice mummy strikes again lol#dadscole and daughterrora...
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Beta pics from late June.
Adding mini games and other stuff to occupy us while waiting for the AURORA concert to begin. The magenta bug strikes the camera this time. It looked fine while playing, but some pictures taken with the in-game camera turned a brilliant shade when I viewed then afterward in the photo app.


Stargate!
#sky children of the light#thatskygame#sky cotl#thatgamecompany#sky cotl before and after#sky beta#beta bugs#sky aurora concert#season of moments#the magenta bug strikes again#stargate
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THEY HAVE TAKEN OFF HIS JACKET. OFFICIALLY SUMMER IN SUN VULCAN
#SHARK SHARK SHARK SHARK SHARK#blue boy stripes strike again#gao blue dresses just like his dad confirmed#aurora plasma animals#🦈🏝
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Worlds Collide, and So Do We - Mark Grayson x Batsis!Reader
Pairing: Mark Grayson x Batsis!Reader + Batfam x Batsis!Reader
Summary: Turns out Bats have an affinity for aliens, reader and Mark meet again, she didn’t expect to see him again, he absolutely hoped he would. When Mark Grayson shows up on a Gotham rooftop, drenched, smiling, and dangerously charming, she tries to play it cool. He flirts. She deflects. He keeps flirting. She gives in.
Names are still a mystery. Feelings are not.
CW: Making out lmfao, Mark is down bad, swearing, violence, sus behaviour.
A/N: This was fun! Mark is my bae <333
This is a part 2 of my Between Worlds, Between Us fic! Read it here!
Part 3! Here!
Ppl that asked to be tagged: @silas-222 - @guacimara - @lagataprrr - @sleepygirl-inc - @trasshy-artist my pookies - @gothicbatgirl + @dulcet-aurora + @ilona2nerrie
It started the same way as last time.
Late. Raining. Gotham’s skyline stretched in all directions, gold veins splitting black towers.
You landed on the rooftop like you always did, silent, sharp, controlled.
Except this time You weren’t alone.
Mark, or Invincible as you know him, was already there, standing with his back to you, arms crossed and hair damp from the storm. He turned when your boots hit the ledge.
“Hi,” he said, smiling a little too fast, voice slightly breathy.
“Miss me?” He asked, with such a dopey tone that it made you suppress a giggle.
You raised an eyebrow. “You followed me here.” You stated matter-of-factly.
“Technically,” he said, floating down from the raised ledge, “I followed a villain here and then kinda… stuck around when they bailed.”
“Oh, so you’re stalking me professionally now.” You spoke, sass in your voice.
He laughed. “No. That would be creepy. This is cosmic fate.”
You fought the grin. Failed. “Big words for a guy who faceplanted mid-chase last week.”
“I was distracted.” He shot. “By what?” You prodded. “You.” He said it so quickly it didn’t register until the silence hit.
Mark blinked. “Wait-wa-was that too much?”
You walked past him slowly, the rain hitting your cowl in light taps. You peeled your gloves off one finger at a time, not looking at him.
“That depends,” you said. “Are you planning on saying anything less cheesy tonight?”
“Nope,” he said brightly. “Got a whole script lined up.”
You finally turned to face him. “You don’t even know my name.”
He shrugged, stepping closer, a little bolder than last time. “I know you’re fast. And smart. And terrifying in a very cool way. And your smile might be illegal in like six systems.”
You snorted. “That line works better when you’re not saying it in front of a water tank and a leaking satellite dish.”
“It’s working now,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “I think.”
You held his gaze. Just long enough to make him nervous.
Then you smirked. “Maybe.”
Another beat. Another pause between lightning strikes.
Then-
“You gonna kiss me or keep orbiting?”
Mark didn’t hesitate this time. And neither did you.
And when your lips met - wet, breathless, rain catching in his lashes, it felt less like a collision and more like gravity giving in. You'd waited too long for this.
You lips moved together with an ease that made you feel like you' both done this countless times. Your arms ran up his toned arms (I'm sorry guys beefy arms are so attractive to me), one hand laid on his chiseled chest and the other around his neck. His hands found solace on your hips, like they were supposed to be there.
Your forehead brushed against his when you finally pulled back, breath caught somewhere between a laugh and a confession.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” Mark said softly, like anything louder might break the moment. You tilted your head. “What, the kiss?” “No,” he murmured. “You.”
You didn’t reply. You didn’t have to.
Because right then, your comm crackled, static, faint, but enough to make your instincts jolt.
Mark noticed the way your body shifted. How your expression flickered just slightly from warm to calculated.
“What is it?” he asked.
You scanned the skyline, brows drawing together. “Thermal pings. Two rooftops over. Someone’s watching.”
Mark immediately stepped beside you, hand hovering near yours, not quite holding it, but close enough to feel the warmth.
“You think it’s your people?”
You shook your head. “They’d have made a dramatic entrance by now. This feels... quiet. Too quiet. Oh by the way, my people are getting suspicious, they know I have someone”
Mark looked over his shoulder. “Want me to fly us out of here?”
You hesitated.
There was something deliciously stupid about the idea. You, wrapped in his gorgeous arms (I'M SO SORRY), disappearing into the Gotham clouds with your cowl still on and adrenaline in your lungs.
“…Yeah,” you said, almost daring yourself. “Let’s make it flashy.”
He didn’t hesitate.
Mark’s arms wrapped around your waist, and in a burst of wind and gravity-defiance, the two of you launched off the rooftop, laughing, weightless, vanishing into the storm like a secret the city couldn’t catch.
And in the distance, unseen, unwelcomed, a lens zoomed in. Someone was watching. And they’d seen everything.
Hope you all enjoyed this! Likes, comments, reblogs and requests are highly appreciated! Requests are open!
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#suigeneris posts!#dc#dc comics#invincible#invincible comics#mark grayson#batfamily#batfam#batman#batsis!reader#batfam x batsis#batboys x batsis#invincible x reader#invincible x you#invincible x y/n#mark grayson x reader#mark grayson x y/n#mark grayson x you#rex splode#batboys x reader#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson x y/n#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#batfam x reader#nightwing
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Courting Chaos (to Balance)
A KlarionxDanny brain worm that has spawned
Tim Drake, aka Red Robin gets kidnapped suddenly and very randomly by Klarion in the middle of a JL and others meeting.
Leaving with a
"I'LL RETURN HIM WHEN HES NO LONGER USEFUL JUSTICE LOSERS!"
And fire and chaos in his wake.
While the JL, and others scramble to figure out what Klarion has planned this time, Tim manages to break free of whatever Klarion had used to kidnap him only to find himself on a couch and Klarion nervously petting Teekl on his lap while also sitting in a chair across from him.
When Tim goes to demand to know why Klarion kidnapped him Klarion finally speaks.
"Okay, I wanna strike a deal. I won't bug you or your little Young Just US buddies if you help me ask someone out..."
"...What the fuck Klarion?" Was Tim's only response.
-x-x-
So it turns out, every so often the three main entities and actual factions of Order, Chaos, and Balance get together to well discuss things happening in certain Realms, worlds, and timelines. Basicly to touch base, see where everyone was at. Etc etc.
Order was Order. Chaos was Chaos.
Very simple.
Both could be bad. To much order caused restraint and could snuff out growth. To much Chaos could get out of hand and cause ruin.
Both could be good. Order help stabilizes worlds and builds their future. Chaos allowed creativity to roam and brought forth wonderful things.
And Balance.
Well Balance was the very scales that kept both sides in check. They were neutral grounds. The ones that normally oversaw the meetings as well. And despite their low numbers they held powerful entities that more than made up for it.
Balance did their best to keep things in check, sure they do have their own preference sometimes and allowed the scales to tip a tiny bit but always corrected it later if it tips to much.
It was at this meeting, a meeting even Klarion knew better than to do anything too chaotic, pranks were fine but nothing too much, and had been chatting with a newcomer to the side of Chaos (Danielle, call me Ellie, Phantom. She did some heroing on the side but liked causing chaos in her wake to do so, he liked her so far though.) When the bells for the side of Balance to appear announced them.
Ellie had smiled brightly and said her brother was coming with his mentor, turns out her brother was apart of the Balance group which meant that he was strong, strong enough to need a mentor.
He watched as the members of Balance walked, teleported, flew, and other means into the meeting halls. And then froze when his eyes caught sight of him.
Floating next to a blue skined being that was switching ages was a beautiful otherworldly person.
Snow white hair that wisped upwards oh so softly. Glowing green eyes that were cat-like with their piercing glance. A galaxy cloak hanged around his shoulders and seemed to shift with each movement. Star like freckles decorated his face and seemed to glow a soft bluish white. A crown made of ice and aurora lights floated above his head as well.
All in all Klarion couldn't keep his eyes off of the being at all. He nearly spat his water out when Ellie commented that was her brother Danny, or rather.
High King of the Infinite Realms, Daniel 'Danny' Phantom. The Great One. Defeater of the Tyrant King. The Halfa. The Peaceful End. The Balance of the Undead. (And his mentor was the Ghost of Time itself. THE very Keeper of Time, Kronos original form himself.)
Klarion honestly didn't know what to think or rather what emotions he was feeling when he spotted Danny, nor why his face felt so hot and red when the young man looked over at them and smiled. (He was smiling at Ellie but Klarion for some reason hoped it was for him as well)
It wasn't until halfway in the meeting when a rather ingenious prank that Klarion, Ellie, and a few others had set up went off... thing was it strong enough that it had hit Danny's side of the meeting and had hit him.
Now, again pranks were okay but only after the meetings. It was one of the few rules many, even those in Chaos, took seriously because once it was done and over they could go do their things. So for it to happen in the middle of a meeting means someone set their time on the prank wrong and add the fact it hit a person on the Balance side...
Yeah not good.
Only...
Only instead of getting angry, even Clockwork who was seated next to Danny was chuckling, Danny threw his head back and laughed about it. And his laugh... was very cute.
And before he knew it, Klarion had already fallen.
-x-x-
"So yeah.... Since you have a boyfriend and know how to date in this modern age, I need your advice."
".... Klarion just because I'm dating Bernard doesn't mean I know how I did it..."
"Bernard? I thought you were dating that one Supes?"
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#blue rambles#crossover#writing ideas#random idea#danny phantom dc#KlarionxDanny#ngl kinda based Klarion crushing off how my parents meet#they were at a party due to their siblings and my ma mentioned she was walking around and heard my dad's laughter above everyone's#said she really liked his laugh and found him at the party#very loosely based on my ma getting her crush on my dad#anyways Klarion is crushing hard#he cant ask Ellie though. He may have just meet her but he can sense shes gonna be a gremlin about it#so he goes to the one person he knows is a in a relationship! in the modern age too!#only he kidnaps Tim and well...#chaos#meanwhile Danny gushes to his friends about a cute chaos lord he spotted at the meeting#he wants to talk to him but Ellie is being a troll and not telling him anything about her new friend
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The sky did that thing again...
The funny thing about taking aurora pics is that there's no way to take a picture of what it actually looks like. I wasn't seeing this necessarily, but what I did see was phenomenal!
Aurora seemed to be a strike out early last night with pretty heavy cloud cover and pretty much nothing in the sky. After 10 it roared back to life! Certainly the best aurora I've ever seen, with color and motion easily seen with the naked eye!

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hey so can I have a scenario where Tim keeps napping randomly and he just wakes up with him being carried bridal style or having a piggy back ride to his own bed and s/o is like “:) can’t sleep normally. I’m gonna treat you like a princess”?
a/n: feat. the one time he fell asleep on a roller coaster in the comics 😂
Things were going great.
He was flying through the sky, enjoying the vastness of clear blue and wind brushing past his cheeks to leaping between each cloud, so soft, fluffy yet bouncy under his feet. It’s then and when he decided to belly flop on to one and rub his face on it, thinking how clouds are a hundred times better than mattresses to sleep on, that should’ve caused alarms to ring in his head. Trigger his sixth sense that something was wrong especially when clouds aren’t fluffy, bouncy, or completely solid in general.
Nope, instead he realizes it when the cloud he’s on and starts squeezing giggles just like you, in your voice.
“Mornin` Sleeping Beauty. Slept well?” He blinks once. Twice.
His face pales, flush, and pales again. As if it wasn’t bad enough you’re holding him in a bridal carry this whole time, the cloud he’s been snuggling is actually your che-shirt, your shirt with his drool threatening to spill on it from the corner of his lips.
“Who, what, where, when, how-?”
“No ‘why’?” He gives you a dirty look to which you raise an eyebrow at. “Okay, okay. No need for attitude. But, you sure you want the full tea?”
He didn’t like the sound of that. Tea? What tea? What could’ve happened for it to be tea-
“We were on a date at the amusement park. You fell asleep on the first attraction, which was the roller coaster by the way. Decided to take us home, grabbed us a cab and now we’re here.”
…Oh. Oh shit.
For a while, things go crazy. He fumbles to get you to put him and let him go, guilt-ridden and not at all worthy to be in your arms, while you try calming him down and tell him it’s okay. Until he nearly falls face down on the ground, which leads his arms to instinctively wrap themselves around your neck while yours quickly tug him back up into your embrace.
“I-I’m so sorry. I was up late and, and-”
“It’s fine, really. You’ve been having it bad all last week; there’s no way you’re NOT tired.” His nose scrunches up a bit, eyes a bit misty.
Nope. He doesn’t deserve you. Sweet? Loving? Caring? Understanding? You’re way too perfect beyond words. That very aspect that made and makes him fall in love with you all over again every time and day.
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. Swear it.”
“Pfft, just get some sleep instead. I’d rather spend a day with you at home knowing you're resting than going out anyways.”
For a moment, a comfortable silence settles between the two of you with him letting himself get literally carried to bed. Until a sudden thought strikes him.
“Did you seriously carry me all the way back here like this?”
“Partly carried you piggy-back but I did warn you if you don’t sleep normally, I was going to treat you like a princess.” Breath Tim, breath. At least it wasn’t the whole time.
Or that’s what he thought when the week after resting up and spending time with you, he’s back on the field and meets his teammates for a mission only to be called by Conner, Bart, and Cassie Princess Aurora, and Briar Rose. Apparently, “partly” didn’t even make up ten percent of the entire time you held him as he was shown pictures from the latest gossip blogs covering the whole event- all which he plans to erase one way or another though after he dies on the inside for a bit.
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guys don’t do this to me i didn’t even get the joke till like five minutes ago come on please have mercy i have other posts i made yesterday that deserve to blow come on
oh btw i just remembered but i had a dream last night that i had a viral post (that was incidentally also about dream) but it got big cause i added a picture to it that was like half transparent but looked fine when you were on light mode (which i am) but was like really fucked up when you were on dark mode and i was just getting dunked on but like i was mostly fine with it cause the post that got big was one of my mutuals dunking on me light heartedly but i was worried about if i was gonna get random anon hate it soemthing
uh yeah idk just remembered that
#shouting into the void#/lh#i didn’t realize you were making a joke aurora lol#sorry#autism strikes again i guess#curse my lack of social awareness
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PHOTOGRAPH // M.S [20]

Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming?
Warnings: angst
wc: 2701
Chapter 20: Soon You'll Get Better
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Noah, please hurry,” I cried, my voice cracking. “We have to go—now!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said from behind me, grabbing his keys and slipping on his shoes. His movements were quick, but not quick enough for the storm inside me.
I wiped at my cheeks, but the tears kept falling. My vision blurred, my breath shallow and rapid. He was supposed to call. He always called. I knew he wouldn’t forget to call.
“Daph—hey—breathe, okay?” Noah stepped in front of me, gripping my shoulders. “We’re going. I promise. We’re going right now.”
I shook my head, a sob breaking free from my throat. “He can’t—he can’t be hurt, Noah. Matt wouldn’t—he’s always careful, he knows what he’s doing—”
“I know,” Noah said, his voice low, trying to steady mine. “We’re going to him. Just hold on.”
He opened the door, and I didn’t wait. I rushed outside, the summer morning air striking me.
The car ride felt endless.
I sat in the passenger seat, knees drawn up, arms wrapped tightly around myself as if I could somehow keep my heart from shattering. My sobs came in waves—deep, uncontrollable, ripping through me with no rhythm.
Noah didn’t say much. He just drove fast, one hand gripping the wheel tightly.
I turned to Noah, my voice broken. “What if he’s—”
“Don’t,” he said quickly, eyes locked on the road, jaw clenched. “Don’t go there. We don’t know anything yet.”
But I did go there. I couldn’t help it. Every red light, every slow car, every second felt like the universe was mocking me. Like it was already too late. We pulled into the hospital parking lot just after sunrise. The sky was a pale gray, clouds low and heavy, matching everything I felt inside.
I barely let the car stop before I was out, slamming the door and running toward the entrance.
Noah was right behind me, calling my name, but all I could hear was the sound of my own heart pounding, the fear screaming in my head.
Please, please, let him be okay.
We rushed through the sliding doors. The hospital smell—sterile, cold—hit me instantly.
I stumbled toward the front desk, breathless and shaking.
“Matt Sturniolo,” I gasped. “Matthew Bernard Sturniolo—he was brought in last night. Please, please tell me where he is.”
The nurse’s face shifted. Her eyes flicked to the screen in front of her, then to me. “Are you family?”
I nodded rapidly, voice barely holding together. “Family friend”
She hesitated only for a moment, then stood. “Come with me.”
I followed the nurse down a narrow hallway, Noah right beside me, his hand hovering near my back like he was afraid I’d collapse.
Every step felt like I was walking underwater—heavy, slow, suffocating. My chest burned from crying, my head pounding from all the panic and fear building with every passing second.
We turned a corner, and then I saw them.
Chris sat on the edge of a chair, running a hand through his hair again and again, his knee bouncing restlessly. He looked wrecked—face pale, jaw clenched, dark circles shadowing his eyes like he hadn’t slept in hours.
Aurora was beside him, her fingers laced tightly with his, like she was trying to anchor him—keep him from unraveling completely. The moment I stepped into the room, her head snapped up. Her eyes locked on mine, and she rose to her feet immediately.
“Daphne.”
Nick was sitting in one of the plastic chairs, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor, eyes rimmed red. He seemed like she had just stopped crying.
And then…Mary Lou.
Matt’s mom was sitting in the corner, hunched forward, hands clasped together like she was praying—or begging. Her face was pale, her eyes raw, but she looked up when she heard me.
The moment Chris saw me, he froze mid-step.
“Where is he?” I whispered.
No one spoke for a second, like they didn’t want to say it. Like saying it out loud made it more real.
Then Chris stepped forward, his voice rough and low.
“He’s in surgery.”
My knees nearly gave out.
Aurora rushed over to me, her arms already outstretched. I didn’t hesitate—I fell into her, the tears coming all over again the moment her arms wrapped around me.
“He’s alive,” she whispered quickly, her voice shaking against my ear. “He’s alive, Daphne. But it’s bad. They’re still in there with him.”
I clung to her, nodding through the sobs. My body felt like it was unraveling piece by piece.
“I didn’t know what to do,” she said. “Chris couldn’t speak. He and Nick—and Mary Lou their all worried.”
When she pulled back, her hands moved to my shoulders like she was checking that I was really there. I turned my gaze toward the chairs, my heart lurching again.
Chris had stood now, his eyes fixed on me, then on Noah. Behind him, Nick remained in the chair, looking like he hadn’t moved in hours. Mary Lou sat silently, staring down at her hands, her lips moving in what I realized were whispered prayers.
Chris stepped forward slowly.
“He lost control going around a turn. Wet roads,” he muttered, barely above a whisper. “By the time someone found him, he’d already blacked out.”
I swallowed the scream threatening to rip out of me.
“Is he going to wake up?”
Chris didn’t answer right away. His eyes dropped to the floor, jaw tightening.
“They don’t know yet.”
I felt the world shift beneath me.
I sank down into one of the cold plastic chairs, my legs trembling beneath me. Noah stayed close, sliding into the seat beside me without a word, his presence a quiet anchor amid the chaos inside my head.
Aurora sat across from me, still pale but trying to hold it together. Chris hovered nearby, restless, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Nick remained seated, eyes fixed on the floor, lost in his own storm of thoughts.
I glanced at Noah, and I could almost see guilt in his face. He looked like he wanted to get up and leave.
Minutes ticked by like hours.
Finally, the door opened, and a doctor stepped inside, clipboard in hand. The room fell silent instantly.
Chris took a step forward. “Is he okay?” he asked, voice tight.
The doctor met all our eyes, his expression grave but steady.
“We did everything we could,” he began. “He’s stable for now, but he suffered multiple serious injuries. He’s currently in the ICU, unconscious, and on a ventilator.”
A hollow ache spread through me.
“We’re doing our best, but it’s going to be a long road. We need to monitor him closely and see how he responds over the next 24 to 48 hours.”
Mary Lou suddenly spoke up, her voice shaky but determined.
“Can I see my son?”
The doctor hesitated, exchanging a brief look with Chris before answering.
“Given his condition, visitation is very limited right now. But I’ll make an exception—just for a few minutes. Please understand, he’s still very fragile.”
Mary Lou nodded gratefully, wiping her eyes. “Thank you.”
He motioned for us to follow him down the hallway toward the ICU, the air growing colder and heavier with every step.
We followed the doctor down the sterile hallway, the harsh fluorescent lights humming overhead. One by one, family members were led into the ICU.
Mary Lou’s steps faltered as soon as the doors opened. She collapsed against Chris’s shoulder, tears spilling freely as her whole body shook with quiet sobs. Chris and Nick stood nearby, their faces taut and pale. Neither dared look directly at Matt’s bed. Their eyes flicked down or to the side, as if shielding themselves from a truth too hard to face. Aurora’s usual composure cracked—her eyes wide with shock, disbelief painted across her face.
Noah and I stayed at the back of the small room, the last ones to enter.
Then I saw him.
Matt laying beneath the hospital sheets, tubes and wires snaking from his body, his face pale and bruised. His chest rose and fell with the help of machines.
His beautiful face, covered in bandages and bruises. My knees gave out. The world spun. A sob caught in my throat, escaping in a ragged gasp.
I clutched Noah���s arm, my vision blurring as tears streamed down uncontrollably.
But suddenly, he gently pulled away. Then he turned and walked out of the room.
My heart stuttered.
He stopped just outside the ICU doors, his shoulders tense, hands on his hips like he was trying to keep himself from breaking.
“Noah—” I called, quickly following after him.
He didn’t stop right away, but when he did, he stood stiffly in the hallway, his back to me, shoulders tense.
“It’s my fault, Daph,” he said, voice unsteady and low.
“Noah—” I started again, but he cut me off.
“I’m the one who told him to leave.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t talk to him. I didn’t try to fix it—I just kicked him out. Told him to get out and… and he did.”
His hands were trembling at his sides, his breathing uneven, guilt radiating off of him like heat.
A heavy silence settled between us as Noah leaned back against the wall, wiping at his face. Neither of us spoke, but the grief hung in the air like smoke—thick and impossible to ignore.
A few minutes later, the others began filtering out of the ICU.. Chris had one hand on Mary Lou’s back, steadying her as she walked, while Nick trailed silently behind them, his expression hollow.
I stood there quietly, trying to steady my breath.
That’s when the doctor’s voice reached me—gentle, but firm.
“Miss,” he said, stepping toward me. I blinked and looked up, startled. “I don’t think you saw him…”
My lips parted, but no words came out.
“If you want a moment,” he added softly, “You can before we close his room again.”
I hesitated—then nodded.
I stepped through the ICU door, and it shut behind me with a soft, echoing click.
Suddenly, it was just me and him.
The steady hum of machines filled the room, a low, constant rhythm that seemed to drown out everything else. My feet moved slowly, almost uncertainly, as I walked toward his bed.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
When I reached his side, I stopped.
Cause I saw him—really saw him.
Up close, the bruises were darker. His face was pale beneath them, his lip split on one side. There was a faint cut along his jaw, and a deep bruise on his temple that made my stomach twist.
Tears blurred my vision again, falling silently.
This wasn’t how I was supposed to see him. Not like this. Not unmoving, not quiet, not hooked up to machines.
“Matt…” I whispered, the sound cracking in my throat.
My hand moved before I could think, reaching out slowly, instinctively—and my fingertips barely brushed the edge of the bruise on his forehead.
The heat of it against his cold skin made me flinch.
I hate to make this all about me, but who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do? If there is no you?
I pulled my hand back quickly, like I’d touched something burning. Then I broke all over again. “Matt…” I whispered, again my voice breaking. I could barely look at him like this. “You said you’d never leave me alone again.”
I choked.
“You promised you’d always call me. You always call.”
I looked up at him, at the bruises painting his face. My heart clenched. Silence. Machines continued to beep softly, indifferent to the storm inside me.
“You don’t get to leave me,” I choked out. “Please—that's not fair.”
I probably sounded crazy if someone was listening.
I stayed there, holding his hand in both of mine like it would somehow keep him here. Keeping him down. Keep me from falling apart.
After a long silence, I looked up at him again, taking in every inch of his face—the sharp line of his jaw, the dark lashes resting against bruised skin, the small, barely-there furrow between his brows. Even unconscious, he looked beautiful.
“I’m going to be right here when you wake up,” I whispered. “And you will wake up, Matt. Because you promised me forever—and I’m holding you to it.”
My voice shook. “You still have to marry me, remember? I’m your ‘everything material.’”
A broken laugh escaped me as the memory surfaced—us in the car, windows down, laughing on our way to the cottage like nothing in the world could ever touch us. As I stood right now, everything felt so momentary. I couldn’t keep shaking the worst possible outcome out of my head. Leaning forward, I placed a soft kiss on his forehead, careful not to press too hard near the bruise. My lips lingered there for a second longer than they should have.
“I’ll be back, my love.”
Then I slowly stepped back, and I walked out.
Each step away from him felt like leaving pieces of myself behind, but I kept going—because falling apart in front of him wouldn’t bring him back faster. As I stepped back into the hallway, I wiped at my face quickly, trying to pull myself together. The waiting area was quieter now, dimmer in the early morning light filtering through the small windows. But the heaviness hadn’t lifted—it hung over all of us like a thick fog.
Chris and Nick were huddled near their mom, speaking in low, urgent voices. I sat down, watching the scene unfold.
“Mom,” Chris said softly, crouched in front of Mary Lou’s chair. “You haven’t slept. You need to lie down. Just for a little bit.”
Mary Lou shook her head, eyes bloodshot but sharp with conviction. “No. I’m not going anywhere.”
Nick stood beside her, arms crossed tightly. “Mom,” he said, gently but firmly. “You’re exhausted. Please. You’ll get sick if you stay awake.”
“I’m not leaving my son,” she snapped, the emotion cracking through her voice. “What if he wakes up and I’m not there?”
Her hands trembled in her lap as she spoke. “What if he opens his eyes and doesn’t see anyone he knows? He’ll be scared.”
Nick let out a quiet sigh, trying to stay composed. “Mom… he’s not going to wake up today. You heard the doctor. It’s not going to be soon.”
Mary Lou shook her head again, more desperate this time. “You don’t know that.”
Chris reached up and took one of her hands, gently. “We’ll be here. Just go rest for an hour. We’ll wake you the second anything changes.”
Mary Lou looked at both of them, torn between the logic she knew and the love that refused to let her move. Her gaze briefly met Daphne’s, and something passed between them—shared grief, shared fear.
Finally, her shoulders slumped.
“One hour,” she whispered. “Just one.”
Mary Lou looked between her sons, hugging them both to get up from the waiting room chair. But then her eyes met mine, and something shifted.
For a moment, we simply stared at each other, our grief mirrored in one another.
Then, slowly, her shoulders softened, and she stood fully. Before following them, she stepped over to me. Her expression was tired, drawn, but kind.
“He’s going to be really happy to see you, dear,” she said softly, gently brushing a stray tear from my cheek.
Then she leaned in, pressing a tender, motherly kiss to my skin, full of warmth and gratitude. I blinked back fresh tears as her eyes held mine for a moment. Before stepping back, she whispered, smiling through the pain.
“You make him so happy, sweetheart.”
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WORSTIES I cherish them. </33
#this was entirely bcs of One Persons rb.#chaos enabler bertie hc u r real 2 me#i am always 🤏 this close to yelling incomprehensibly abt the moon war.#i got my grand total 8 cohesive thoughts into a post already. but there is Always More.#if this looks like ass its bcs its 1am and ive been hot glueing stuff all night n im pretty sure thefumes might be getting to me lmfao#my art#gptvstmk#gunpowder tim#bertie the mechanisms#cw smoking#the-aurora-strikes-again#hc tim smoked socially bertie smoked like a chimney- would intermittently try to “quit” read: just nick tims for a week.#Worse hc they smoked different brands and after bertie died tim started smoking his#Smoking Is Bad n all but by god is it narrativly satisfying
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Brief summary: CJG has been purified. Clopeh's words and actions make the villagers mistake Cale for... a god. Cale figures out what the last power of GoC is.
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First off, Happy 7th Anniversary! Such a long time, huh? Author-nim, when is this going to end? I've been stuck reading this series for 6 years now. 😂 Unfortunately, there is no author's note regarding the anniversary, but the Korean fans congratulated the author in the comments section.
On to the chapter... CJG's purification was over, and his appearance had gone back to normal. However, he was still asleep, and had to be carried back with a stretcher, so no talk with CJG for now.
What was so funny was Clopeh's actions in the chapter. 🤣🤣🤣
The granddaughter poked her head out of her grandfather's arms and nudged Clopeh. “Is he a priest, too?” “Oh, child, of course he is a priest-” Old Tedrick started to answer, but stopped. “No, no. He is not a priest.” The old man's gaze turned to Clopeh. Clopeh smiled a gentle smile and said. “Not a priest, not a pope, not a saint. He is none of these.” His thoughts were firm. 'You will be using this purifying power a lot in the future, Cale-nim.' And so it was. The God of Chaos cult should not be the beneficiary. It belongs to Cale alone. It is His doing. Clopeh spoke the truth without exaggeration. “He simply moves according to his own will. He doesn't believe in or follow any gods.” Cale Henituse is such a man. Such a hero. He is a legend. Because. “And I am following him.” I am his follower. Clopeh's words were full of sincerity. “Ah.” Former village chief Tedrick gasped. A man of the people. He doesn't believe in any gods, he's no priest or anything. He simply lives by his own will. And yet the man in front of him, dressed in priest robes and looking more like a priest than anyone else, believes in that man and follows him. 'The one he believes in is-' …God. Yes, God.
Clopeh really spreading Caleism to the villagers! 🤣🤣🤣 God Cale misunderstanding strikes again! 🤣🤣🤣
The warmth that enveloped us, the power that reminded us of happiness. That gray color. “…Demon God…….” The old man blurted out, then paused. “What?” Clopeh tilted his head and looked at him as if he did not understand. “Oh, no!” The old man hurriedly tried to contain his words. But everyone had heard. And Clopeh just smiled and said. “I see. Whatever you have to say, please feel free.” Aurora, who was watching all of this, thought to herself. 'Is it okay to pass like this?' Clopeh Sekka. I don't know what that guy just did. But it was too vague to do anything about it now. It wasn't that he was lying, or that his behavior was bad. On the contrary, he was sincere and kind. “Hmm.” Aurora decided to wait and see. 'Demon God.' Now that the word was mentioned, she had to be careful. I don't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings in the village. 'At least it happened within the village, so we can stop any misunderstandings quickly.' Aurora was relieved that it was within the village. And Clopeh- “Fufu.” A shallow chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the crimson sky.
Last time, it was the God of Harmony, and now it was Demon God?! 🤣🤣🤣 Cale, your god titles keep increasing! 🤣🤣🤣
And Aurora... I think you just planted a 🚩flag. This is definitely going to spread outside the village. 😂😂😂 I mean, just look at Clopeh's laughter. 🤣🤣🤣
The chant/prayer for the Purification of Chaos was interesting.
What was created would soon be gone. As it was inherent from the beginning. Just as you were born. Return to your inborn appearance.
Cale noticed the emphasis on the word "beginning." Even the holy land of GoC was called the Primordial Night/Night of Beginning. And when he uttered the word "beginning", a certain parchment of GoC would vibrate. Thus, Cale figured out that the 5th unknown power of GoC was the "Beginning of Chaos."
Ending Remarks So he would be Demon God Cale in the Demon Realm? Good luck with your slacker life dream, Cale. 😂 Next chapter would probably be the beginning of the search for both CJS and Sui Khan. That talk with CJG? Delayed like Cale's talk with the Molans too. 🙄
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i dont know. i usually make mac n cheese with a wooden spoon. that's all you need to know about how we got here.
mountain/aurora impact play w/a kitchen utensil. okay? okay.
"Don't have to do it very hard for me to like it, big guy," Aurora says quietly, smoothing her hands up and down Mountain's chest. "Just a little bit. Make my ass a nice cherry red for you to drool over."
"F-fuck," Mountain slurs against her lipgloss-coated mouth. His dick twitches in further interest.
She slides the spoon into his hand at the same moment she slips her tongue into his mouth, warming him up to the feeling of wanting to use it on her. He's always keen for a nice spanking or two, but he's less enthusiastic of using things that could hurt a great deal more.
"Don't think too hard about it," Aurora assures. "I'm a tough girl." She arches over his lap, moving to kiss at his neck so he has a perfect view of her too-tiny skirt.
"Belial, that looks good on you," he rumbles. Placing an appreciative hand on one side of her ass and squeezing.
"It'll look better over your lap," Aurora giggles. She stands up, still kissing at him as she tugs under his knees to make him scoot forward, more off the edge of the bed. She knocks his legs apart just so, planting her hands on them and pulling back to look at him. Fluttering her lashes and biting her lip in a right tease.
Mountain weighs the wooden utensil in his hand, flipping it this way and that like one of his drumsticks. "You sure?"
"Mmn, don't you wanna hear my pretty noises, Mounty?"
Mountain smiles at her and tugs at the waistband of her skirt. "C'mere then, you little tease."
Aurora bounces happily and drapes her little body over his lap, hips resting on one leg, top of her chest and arms cradling the other, torso suspended between them. Mountain bites back a noise and rubs his hand over her lower back, grabbing a little at her skirt.
"So pretty," he compliments. He pulls up the fabric, bunching it around the base of her tail and baring her to the room and his hungry eyes. Aurora arches and wiggles over his thigh, and the way her ass jiggles makes his mouth water.
"Know you wanna, baby," she purrs. She tucks her face into her arms, turning her head so she can look up at him coquettishly. "Give it a tap."
So he does. Just a few cursory ones across her bare bottom, watching the way her skin raises with goosebumps. The spoon makes a quiet tap tap tap with each soft strike, almost like the plap plap of raindrops on a leaf.
Aurora smiles, humming her approval. "A little more," she pushes.
Mountain furrows his brow and adjusts his posture, leaning back slightly to get a better angle. His fingers tighten on the handle and he spanks her again. The tap turns into something firmer, enough to make her ass jiggle from the impact.
Aurora moans happily. "Yesss, just like that. Even harder," she grins, kicking her feet. Eager, even when her face has started to flush. "Like you hit your drums."
Mountain hits her on the other cheek, not too much harder. He's rewarded with a high-pitched whine that makes his stomach go hot. "Fuck," he mumbles. "You really like it, huh?"
"Love it," she groans. "Makes me all tingly." Aurora giggles, pushing her ass into the air a little further. "Do you like it?"
Another smack, this time with the top of the spoon, the concave side cupping against her skin with a louder sound. Her eyes flutter shut, and the hit wrings from her a perfect, soft moan.
"Beginning to," Mountain breathes. He rubs along the swell of her ass, which is already starting to get rosy. Teasing her just enough to make her shiver in his lap.
"Mount. More," she begs, almost pouting. Bright eyes looking up at him full of want and mischief in equal measure. Catching the look on his face, they narrow and crinkle as she smirks. "C'mon, baby, make it hurt," she goads. Wiggling her ass and swaying her tail to give him an inviting look at her pink little hole. "Get me all raw and you can slide that big cock through--oh!"
Mountain cracks the spoon onto the other cheek, as hard as he'll dare. Groaning when she squeals with pleasure and delight. Cock kicking under her tummy.
"Fuck, baby, just like that!"
Another crack. Red blooming underneath her pale skin as she moans fully into the side of his thigh.
"Gods, you're hot," Mountain says dumbly. "When you've had enough--" He hits her again, same place. "--I'll kiss it better."
#the band ghost#mountain ghoul#aurora ghoulette#aurora/mountain#cw: impact play#cw impact play#the band ghost fanfic#nameless ghouls#nameless ghouls fanfic#no proofreading idc#crow writes
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Dick Prime
Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI), NSFW, 5k word count, fem reader, self- insert OC character, daddy kink, p in v, rick prime with feelings, big dick Rick, degradation a bit, rough sex, praise kink, marking kink, choking, orgasms, cream-pie, fingering, nipple play, manhandling, calling him God, age gap I guess
Hi guys, this is an excerpt chapter from a Rick Sanchez fan fic I have been working on - thought I'd share a little taste on here and see if I could get any feedback. This chapter in particular follows my self-insert, Aurora as she is kidnapped by Rick Prime - enjoy :) If y'all would like me to post and share my other chapters pls reblog or comment 💜
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I woke up in a unfamiliar place٫ my head pounding viscously as my eyes struggled to adjust to the room around me. This place kind of looked like some sort of space motel room٫ but I couldn't remember a thing from the last 12 drunken hours of my life - I clearly needed to dial back my drinking or just not let Rick bet he can out drink me. I’ve never won that challenge. He really does have the hardest working liver in the universe, that's for damn sure. I wondered if he was feeling the same٫ but I doubted he was even remotely feeling hungover since he was used to getting black-out drunk on the regular.
I flicked my wrist out٫ wanting to portal into Rick’s shoddy bedroom where I could crawl into his sad excuse of a bed (which was really just a small sized cot) with him so that he could hold me tightly while we slept. That plan was quickly cut as I noticed my portal bracelet was no longer on my wrist and it was no where to be found anywhere near me - what the fuck was going on?
Then I realized where I was - the realization smacking me hard in the face like a fucking freight train. The elaborate sci-fi technical patterns covering every square inch of this room should have been a dead give away from the second I laid eyes on it٫ but I was obviously still too inebriated to use my cognitive functions correctly. I was in what I was 95% sure was Rick Prime’s lair - that fucking cocksucker. How had he managed to find me? Much less find a way to lure me back to where he's been hiding this whole time.
As I was taking in every inch of the room in search of any kind of weapon, maybe even some sort of weird sci-fi button on a wall that I could press and magically find a way out of here under Prime’s nose, I suddenly heard a voice behind me٫ the sound striking me so hard I jumped.
“Great you’re awake٫ care to join me for breakfast?” Prime’s voice asked as he nonchalantly yet menacingly stood in the doorway of the room٫ his shoulder leaning up against the doorframe.
“Oh fuck you!” I spit٫ words coming out of my mouth coated in venom like I was a snake ready to strike.
“Like you have a choice. It’s funny that you thought you did. Let's get something straight٫ you’re mine now٫ so it's best you learn early that you WILL do as I say or there will be consequences.”
“What do you even want from me? Wasn’t killing Diane enough for you?”
“Of course it wasn't٫ but you're not here so I can kill you unfortunately. You’re here because do you know how rare you are?” He paused٫ walking forward into the room causing me to back up back onto the bed like a frightened little mouse. Damn, his presence was so intense. He started pacing a bit٫ back and forth٫ arms crossed across his chest as he did so. He turned to me and looked me directly into my eyes before he started speaking again.
“Every conceivable Rick in the universe would happily serve their own balls on a platter for a little taste of what you have to offer - this makes you especially interesting to me. Not only are you one sexy piece of ass٫ you are a Rick’s gateway to so much unlocked potential.”
“Excuse me?”
“If ‘wife guy’ was smart he would have stolen your research from you a long time ago. Do you know how long it took for me to find you? It makes me horny just thinking about all that untapped knowledge you have floating around in that brain of yours.”
“Anything my Rick wanted from me he got because he asked for it. Sorry٫ but I don’t barter for things I created especially not to a sci-fi douchebag like you.”
“No one said anything about bartering. I’m simply going to take what I need via brain scan and then you’re going to put out like a good little girl because when in Rome.”
“My Rick is going to kill you ya know? You’ve taken enough from him and he isn’t going to let you take me too.”
“I’ve avoided him this long and clearly he hasn't learned his lesson yet. I’ve recreated the omega device and this time it can fire more than once٫ I’ll wipe out his entire family line he comes anywhere close to me. I’d kill you too if you weren't so valuable - you should be lucky that a guy like me finds any interest in anyone but himself.”
“You might think that you have me right where you want me٫ but I’m gonna enjoy watching my Rick kill you when he finds you and if you’re lucky maybe we’ll have sex next to your corpse.” I said٫ my words carrying through the air like poison coursing through my vascular system.
It probably wasn’t in my best interest to be taunting Prime the way I was٫ but I refused to let this son of a bitch have it easy especially when it was his dumb ass decision to kidnap me. He knew my Rick was looking for him and he knew he was getting close hence why he even bothered making such an elaborate take on his own already ‘overkill’ device. All that brain and this motherfucker couldn’t grasp the fact that killing peoples’ loved ones doesn’t really warrant being left alone.
“You think I couldn’t just take you right here if I wanted to? I’d bend you over that table and destroy that tight little pussy of yours and I just might considering you have no idea when to shut that bitch mouth of yours.” He grabbed me by the throat as he said that٫ squeezing the sides of my neck hard as he pulled me up and close to him. If I didn’t hate this Rick - I would have thought this interaction was so hot٫ too bad it was Prime.
“I’d like to see you try.” I said before spitting in his face٫ which in hindsight might have been a mistake٫ but it was too late to take it back.
Prime still had me by the neck٫ but he sighed heavily before shoving me onto the floor - catching myself on my hands before I hit the ground.
“Don’t even bother trying to use any of your cybernetics - I put a lock on all of your tech and good luck putting up much of a fight without it.”
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Over the few weeks that I had been here٫ regardless of how much of an asshole Prime was٫ no matter what it was that I needed or asked (within reason) for he was quick to give it to me. He didn’t appreciate any of my back talk and if I overstepped too far he did with hold things from me as a punishment٫ but for the most part it seemed like his intentions with me weren’t entirely evil - something I not only found puzzling٫ but very difficult to believe was actually genuine.
I pushed the limits of what he would allow a little bit further everyday٫ hoping to gain his trust so that I would be able to either escape or find someway to get a message to my Rick. I still wasn't exactly sure where we even were in relation to the universe - the curve - or maybe we were outside it? It was hard to know with the very little freedom within this elaborate sci-fi base that I was allowed. The most I could do while here was think - run through multiple plans and assess the probability of success rate to each plan I thought of. Most٫ if not every٫ plan I had managed to conjure up was far from impervious to any snags or complete failure given then sheer innate ability of Rick Prime to always somehow be 10 steps ahead.
Today felt different though٫ I couldn't explain it٫ but as I sat across from him eating the breakfast that he had prepared for me - I could feel a different kind of tension in the air.
“Do you want to know why exactly you’re so special٫ Aurora?”
“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me even if I say no, so why the hell not?”
I was pushing around my eggs with my fork now٫ waiting patiently for his response. He kept telling me how ‘rare’ and ‘special’ I was to his grand design٫ but no matter how often he brought this up (which felt like constantly)٫ he refused to tell me how and why. Until now that is٫ which also struck me as weird.
“In order for you to even exist at all٫ Diane had to die you know? You’re familiar with the big bang I assume?”
“Nah٫ I just have a PhD in Quantum Physics for absolutely no reason at all - in fact٫ I just printed it off the internet completely fabricated credentials.” I said٫ the sarcasm clear in my tone as I spoke - I ran the risk of him punishing me for doing so٫ but he was usually lenient with my sarcasm since it matched his overt cynicism. It was my sharp tongue for disrespect and foul insults that really got under his skin.
“Well when I created the omega device to wipe out Diane٫ I didn't think to solve for any kinds of ripple effect that it might cause.”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“Well not completely unlike the big bang - the destruction of Diane’s life across infinity somehow resulted in the cataclysm that created X-258.”
“You’re saying you're responsible for me even existing? How is that even possible? Rapid succession in an inflationary epoch?”
“Precisely - well said. This means that without my omega device٫ you wouldn’t exist. How do you think ‘'wife guy” is going to react when he finds out that I literally made his new slam piece?”
“If you’re even telling the truth٫ which I suppose it is possible therefore also equally not possible by association. I guess given the rightly distribution of a negligible density gradient in order to deter the collapse into just a black hole and taking into consideration cosmic acceleration - I can’t disprove your theory٫ but that doesn’t mean you aren’t just bullshitting me right now.”
“As much as I love bullshitting and torturing other Rick’s for my own amusement٫ this is as real as real gets Aurora. You are only here because Diane had to die. You’re welcome and I’ll be accepting all forms of payment as a thank you٫ especially sexual favors.”
“Wow٫ so my whole life is a lie - imagine that.”
“You don’t seem too deeply affected by this revelation?”
“Did you expect me to lose my mind over a random occurring cosmological event? There was no way you knew your elimination of Diane would result in the formation of a universe that randomly produced me - so you did something by accident which is literally how 80% of all scientific findings usually occur. You aren’t special or interesting just because you managed to create a random event in spacetime - I do appreciate your massive need to milk your ego about it though.”
“Spoken like a true Rick - which you are as far as I’m concerned. The most intriguing out of any possible iteration.”
“So what exactly about that makes me so valuable to you?”
“Other than the fact that ‘'wife guy” loves you٫ according to my advanced research using your brain scans and blood and tissue samples٫ I should be able use both to develop the infinite Rick serum which would make me immortal. I’m not referencing no low grade cybernetic٫ tech bullshit either. I’m talking real٫ invincible immortality. An actual God with the power to create and destroy whatever and whoever I want - 100% unstoppable.”
“Wow٫ who could have possibly guessed that the power hungry evil٫ emo٫ sci-fi Rick with a nondescript haircut would want something so nuanced and lame? If you’re immortal that kind of takes away from the pay off does it not? Not that doing anything honorably is a concern of yours of course.”
“So what do you think about giving your input on something for me?”
“Once again - why bother even asking if you’re just going to make me do it anyways?”
“I guess to give you the illusion of free will or just maybe I kind of like you - don’t get a big head about it though I would still kill you without a second thought if I ever needed to.”
“Okay what exactly am I giving my input on?”
“I feel it may be best to just show you - meet me in the lab after you’ve finished your breakfast. Don’t keep me waiting long, it won’t end well for you.”
I rolled my eyes at his threatening tone as he got up from the table and left the room, I don’t know why I was so attracted to Prime the way I was - especially after what he did to my Rick, but I came to the ultimate conclusion that it was because him and my Rick were indeed so similar. The two Rickest Ricks in all of the infinite number of Rick’s that existed - the only two Rick’s to actually invent portal travel. In a way, my Rick only existed the way he did because of Prime’s destruction of his simple, domestic life. Prime was literally just my Rick without any sense of moral obligation and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that this fucker was bad and that I needed to distance myself - I simply couldn’t. I felt like my dna was so entangled up in having love for Rick that despite Prime’s obvious evil, I still loved him for simply just being a version of Rick. How fucked was that? Jesus fucking Christ - I needed out of here and soon before I really fucked up.
I finished my breakfast and headed out of the kitchen and into Prime’s elaborate sci-fi laboratory - this guy never did anything subtle that was for fucking sure and his attention to detail was absolutely infallible. He had something pulled up on the screen above where he was sitting and the closer I got, the more my eyes focused on the image. It was an image of me with a younger Rick, my Rick and Birdperson when we were together as freedom fighters on Glap-Flaps Third Moon. The Battle of Blood Ridge - this image was obviously a snapshot taken from my mind when Prime brain scanned me, but I didn’t really understand its significance to him. But, I’m sure he was going to tell me even if I didn’t exactly care to know.
“Blood Ridge?” I questioned, my arms crossed across my chest as I approached his sitting form and stood beside him to wait for his response.
“Seems like Nietzsche wasn’t totally blowing smoke out of his ass when he said that whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster -”
“And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you. What does Nietzsche have to do with Blood Ridge?” I cut him off by finishing the Friedrich Nietzsche quote he was referring to.
“Well I’m so glad you asked Aurora…” He started as he pulled up a replay of Rick and I’s interaction with Birdperson after the Battle had been won. I watched the playback intently, hoping to see something within my own memory that maybe I hadn’t noticed before in order to try to put together a theory of where exactly Prime was going with this.
-Playback from ‘Aurora’s Memory’ initiated-
Memory Rick: “Damn that shit was cash.”
Bird Person: “It was extremely bad ass. The Battle of Blood Ridge is over. The Federation lost. I am in your debt.”
Memory Rick: “Come with us.”
Bird Person: “To somewhere…nearby?”
Memory Rick: “Anywhere. E-Everywhere.”
Bird Person: “Rick, Aurora, I don't expect you guys to keep fighting, but this war is…”
Aurora: “Far from over…we know.”
Memory Rick: “Dude, we share this with almost nobody, but we could take you right now to this same battlefield, in a universe where we lost, or another where we won, or another where the war never even happened. All equally real, all equally unreal. None of it matters.”
Bird Person: “Then why did you help?”
Memory Rick: “Because I respect you. And I wanted you to know you could respect me.”
Bird Person: “Even though nothing matters?”
Memory Rick: “Okay. You matter... to me.”
Bird Person: “Uh, the relationship that we have…”
Memory Rick: “I NEVER used that word!”
Bird Person: “... is not worth my integrity…”
Memory Rick: “Oh, my God. It's not a complicated transaction, my man. "Would you like to join me doing awesome shit that matters?" "No, I would not. I would rather be a judgmental dork." Case closed. Really no need to drag it out.”
Bird Person: “If you need me, use the beacon.”
Memory Rick: “Yeah, I'm gonna use that beacon a lot. I hope... hope I don't wear it out. Come on Aurora, lets get the fuck out of here.”
—- Playback Finalized —--
“Okay, so what exactly does my memory of Bird Person rejecting my Rick have anything to do with you?”
“Seems allegorical in relation to how Diane died don’t you think? His rejection of me, Bird Person’s rejection of him, you either die a hero or see yourself live long enough to become the villain.”
“Are you trying to suggest to me that my Rick has essentially turned into you? I hope you’re not because that would be absolutely nonsensical.”
“You see Aurora, your Rick isn’t all he’s cracked up to be either. He’s murdered hundreds if not thousands of innocent Ricks, he’s manipulated a version of our adult daughter to get a divorce, he sells weapons to hit men and other criminals, he Cronenberged my original dimension and left my daughter, my granddaughter and my Jerry behind to rot in a world that he ruined, he exploited and threatened to destroy a microverse that he created to control his fucking car, and the worst possible one he trapped all the people in his original reality into an endless mental time loop while their bodies still grew old. Your Rick isn’t and never was the saint you believe him to be - so why hate me for something so small in the grand scheme of things?”
“You’re literally the reason why he did most of that. I don’t think my Rick is a saint, I think he’s a sad, broken man who is trying his best to continue on in his life after losing the very thing he used to live for. What makes my Rick so different from you is his capability to feel and connect to human emotion - his wild callousness is just a front so he doesn’t have to feel the pain his life radiates. He has surpassed you in so many ways, but he will NEVER be the monster you are because he is capable of changing. You know nothing about him and even sitting here under the guise that you do is ridiculous. You will never be him and he will NEVER be you.”
“You’d defend him even if he was the one who killed your husband wouldn’t you?”
“My husband died because you killed Diane - because you accidentally created X-258 where my husband was killed in a freak fucking accident. To even insinuate such an asinine thought is in bad taste even for you. If anything, you’d be indirectly responsible for the death of my husband, big fucking shocker there.”
“How would your husband feel if he knew you gave up on him to be with Rick?”
“My husband has been gone for 25 years, Prime and I loved him dearly when he was alive, but Rick, my Rick, is the love of my life. I don’t have to explain ‘love’ to you especially because you are literally incapable of ever fucking getting it. Killing your wife across infinity because some alternate versions of yourself pissed you off? The mother of your daughter - you have some fucking nerve.”
I was angry now, my words slicing into Prime’s direction like a knife and he was clearly getting upset with my tone towards him. I don’t know exactly what his end goal with me was - he had my blood and tissue samples, he had my brain scans. Why not just let me go or kill me if he got what he had said he wanted? Then it hit me. Prime was in love with me. A man that I had labeled as so incapable of feeling had some sort of feelings for me - what a fucking mind fuck that was to take in. I had made myself speechless as I waited patiently for him to say something to either confirm or deny my theory, but he said nothing so I spoke once more.
“You love me, don’t you? You have feelings for me.”
His silence after I said that was deafening and he quickly stood up from his place in his chair to grab my face in his hands roughly and smash his lips to mine. I knew it. He kissed me so roughly that I barely even had time to react, but once I was finally able to comprehend what was happening, I deepened the kiss. I was actually enjoying this despite how fucking wrong my moral compass knew that it was. He pulled away from me gently, his blue eyes looking me dead in mine before he said in a very demanding, yet hot, tone;
“Strip for me.”
And I did exactly as I was told.
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His hand bent around the curvature of my neck brushing it softly as he continued to walk around me٫ his other hand finding my breasts and taking a nipple into his free hand subtly. He rubbed the nub between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to eye me up and down with an obvious hunger in his eyes٫ his other hand snaking down my body slowly till it found rest on my hip gently pulling me to him as he did so.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispered٫ his eyes glued to my chest as he spoke eloquently.
He was still fully clothed٫ but I was determined to change that - I reached forward and begun unzipping his jacket٫ him allowing it to fall to the floor as I pushed it off his shoulders. I found the hem of his long sleeve next٫ my hands creeping slowly underneath to touch his warm skin and my god his skin felt like I was touching pure electricity the more my fingers danced over his adorable blue happy trail to find a home on his belt buckle. I began undoing it roughly٫ pulling his belt through the loops in his jeans and throwing it elsewhere. I unbuttoned his jeans with my hands٫ quickly slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxers where I longed to have his dick pressed up against any part of me.
I smirked up at him as I pulled him even closer to my naked body٫ his hands wrapping around me in all the right ways as I felt his extremely hard member pressing into one my thighs now. The length and the girth simply drove me insane as I continued to work diligently to undress him. He suddenly grabbed the back of my head with enough force to crash my lips to his٫ our lips melding together perfectly and I couldn’t help٫ but let out a small moan in favor of his wicked foreplay. The more he touched and teased me٫ the more I desperately wanted to beg him to just destroy me right there. I was so fucked. Fucking Prime. What was I doing? At this point I was too far gone to care - I wanted him and I wanted him BAD.
I pushed his black jeans down past his jutted hip-bones٫ them falling down his tall stature to pool at his feet before he stepped out of them and led me back up against the wall. His fingers left my breasts٫ trailing down until they reached the very top of my mound - him allowing a single digit to pass between my folds to feel the abundance of wetness that I had increasing with each moment between my legs.
“So wet for me already٫ such a horny girl for any Rick aren’t you?” He licked his lips as he pulled away from mine to speak٫ him looking me dead in the eyes as he said that - the lust obvious in his gorgeous icy blue eyes.
“You have no idea how much I long for you to absolutely destroy me.” I whispered back٫ my fingers grappling the side of his boxers before pushing them off of him in one swift motion that now left him vulnerable and naked in front of me like I had been this entire time and ugh was it so worth the wait.
Prime had so many scars littering his whole body٫ adding a sense of mystery and a hot toughness to his already sexy body. I felt guilty that I was about to do this٫ but he was still a Rick whether he was evil or not and holy fuck did his extreme callousness and his “I don’t give a single fuck” attitude turn me on even more. I was like putty in Prime’s hands right now and he was loving it.
“I think I have a pretty good concept٫ but you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are. If I could٫ I would put you on display so that everyone could see me destroy a perfect little pussy like yours. Holy fuck.”
“You want to fuck me in front of spectators?”
“I want them to revel in jealousy over how I get to be buried in a perfect little thing like you.”
“They should be jealous of me too٫ getting to be a good little cock sleeve for your perfect and massive cock. I love the way you feel pressed against my thigh right now٫ I almost can’t fucking take it.” I whispered in his ear٫ rolling my hips so that I brushed myself up against his rock hard penis - it almost jumping after me over the sudden sensation.
“Mmm what a good girl٫ stroking daddy Prime’s ego. I think it's high time I reward you for such good and filthy behavior.”
He grabbed me harshly by the hips and lifted me till I was straddling his waist with my back up against the wall as he placed himself at my entrance. He parted me gently with the head of his dick before slamming into me so aggressively that I cried out as I felt him ram into my cervix hard as he stroked my g-spot on the way there.
“Oh my god.” I panted٫ holding on to him with a death grip around his neck and my fingers tangling in his powder blue hair as he continued to thrust up into me skillfully.
“That’s right darling٫ I am your god.” He said٫ his lips attacking my neck and jawline with an abundance of sloppy kisses - him using his teeth to mark me however he wanted. The sweet feeling of the slight pain driving me crazy as I held onto him tighter - slowly rocking my hips in tandem with his getting a small moan from him in return as I bounced on his cock dexterously.
“It’s like universe literally created you just for me٫ the way your pussy just grips the absolute fuck out of my dick. Fuuck Aurora٫ no fucking wonder why “wife guy” is so obsessed with you٫ you take dick like a fucking champ.”
“It's not hard when Rick’s have such dynamite dick game - I’ve never ever been disappointed by a Rick sexually.” I purred٫ gripping tufts of his hair and pulling hard enough to hear him moan against my skin.
“Is that so, mmm you were so worth the wait.”
“I want you to come in me so hard that you see fucking stars, baby.” I growled in his ear as he continued to fuck me hard up against the wall, one of arms on the side of me bracing himself and his other hand was wrapped around my neck holding me to the wall tightly. I hadn’t noticed before now, but his ‘6,5” frame had me up in the air so high, holy shit - I felt like I was practically floating off of the ground at this moment. Damn the sex was good.
He soon moved his arm against the wall in order to place his long, lanky fingers on my clit, abusing the nub gently as he continued to go in and out of me. He was watching his dick as he pumped his hips, a smirk plastered on his handsome face as he was enjoying watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. I was moaning loudly now, thankful that we were basically in the middle of nowhere in space because I could have probably awoken a whole cemetery.
“That’s it baby, come for me.”
I could feel that he was close and my eyesight was starting to get blurry the faster his fingers worked to bring me closer to my own climax.
“Oh my god - Prime - I’m - ahhhhhh Rick.” I moaned out as he pushed me over the edge, my pussy pulsating around his dick as he also released into me, burying his face into my shoulder as we rode out the highs of our climaxes together. Both of us sweaty messes as we tried diligently to try and catch our breaths from that absolutely intense workout we had just finished.
Fuck. I seriously just fucked Rick Prime. Fuck.
What had I done?
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The Devil In Your Eyes
In this modern AU, Eren, a magnetic political science major, and Aurora, a gentle pharmacy student, find each other in a world untouched by war. Their soulmate spark ignites at a chaotic college dinner, a fleeting moment that feels like destiny where their instant connection proves they’re meant to be, no matter the timeline, in a tale as tender as it is electric.
Spinoff Sequel to The Devil's Bride (Eren x OC)
18+ Only | Minors Do Not Interact
Chapter One | Fever
The late afternoon sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of Aurora and Historia’s dorm room, casting a warm golden glow over the cluttered space. The room was a study in contrasts: Aurora’s side was tidy, with neatly stacked pharmacology textbooks and a small apothecary-style organizer for her skincare products, while Historia’s side was a chaotic explosion of clothes, makeup palettes, and half-finished iced coffee cups. The air smelled faintly of vanilla body spray and nail polish remover, a scent that had become the signature of their shared space.
Aurora sat cross-legged on her bed, her platinum blonde hair pulled into a loose bun as she meticulously painted her toenails a soft lavender. Her ice-blue eyes were focused, her tongue peeking out slightly in concentration as she dragged the brush across her nail. She wore a simple oversized sweatshirt and leggings, her usual modest attire, though the hem of the sweatshirt rode up slightly to reveal the curve of her waist. Every so often, she glanced up at Historia, who was standing in front of her open wardrobe, holding up a sparkly silver mini dress in one hand and a black leather skirt in the other.
“Silver or black?” Historia asked, her voice distracted as she tilted her head, assessing the outfits. Her phone buzzed on the bed, and she dropped the clothes to grab it, her fingers flying across the screen as she typed a response. A mischievous grin spread across her face, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Aurora rolled her eyes, dipping the nail polish brush back into the bottle. “You’re sexting Porco again, aren’t you?” she teased, her tone light but laced with mock exasperation. “I swear, you two are worse than teenagers.”
Historia smirked, not looking up from her phone. “He’s just appreciating my... creative photography skills,” she said, striking a playful pose with one hand on her hip and her phone angled strategically. She was already half-dressed, wearing a lacy bralette and high-waisted jeans, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves.
Aurora snorted, shaking her head. “You’re gonna get us kicked out of this dorm if you keep sending nudes. What if you accidentally post that to your story?”
Historia gasped dramatically, clutching her phone to her chest. “I’m offended you think I’m that careless. I’m a professional, Aurora. Besides, Porco’s worth it.” She winked, then returned to her wardrobe dilemma. “Okay, seriously, silver dress or black skirt? Connie’s party is gonna be huge, and I need to look hot.”
Aurora capped her nail polish and leaned back on her hands, studying her cousin. “Silver. It’ll make your eyes pop. But you’re gonna freeze in that thing. It’s October.”
Historia waved a hand dismissively. “Beauty is pain. And Porco will keep me warm.” She tossed the black skirt onto her bed, pulled off her jeans, and slipped the silver dress over her head, shimmying it down her petite frame. The fabric hugged her curves, catching the light with every movement. She twirled, striking a pose. “Thoughts?”
“You look like you’re about to walk a runway,” Aurora said, smiling. “Porco’s gonna lose his mind.”
“That’s the plan,” Historia replied, grabbing her phone again as it buzzed. Her fingers danced across the screen, and she giggled at whatever Porco had sent. Aurora shook her head again, turning her attention to her own phone as it lit up with a notification.
It was a text from Eren: Hey, what time should I pick you up for the party? You and Historia ready yet? Does she need a ride?
Aurora’s lips curved into a soft smile as she typed back. “Eren’s asking when we’ll be ready,” she said aloud, glancing at Historia. “And if you need a ride.”
Historia looked up from her phone, her expression brightening. “Oh, tell him I’ll ride with you guys. I’m meeting Porco at Connie’s place anyway, so it works out.”
Aurora nodded, her thumbs moving quickly. We’ll be ready in like an hour and a half. And yeah, Historia’s coming with us.
Eren’s reply came almost instantly: Two hours then. You guys are never ready on time.
Aurora laughed softly, her cheeks warming. “He says two hours because we’re always late.”
“Rude but accurate,” Historia said, tossing her phone onto the bed and grabbing a pair of strappy heels. “Okay, I’m set. Now let’s figure out what you’re wearing, Miss Modest. You can’t show up to Connie’s party in sweatpants.”
Aurora groaned, flopping back onto her bed. “I was just gonna wear jeans and a sweater. It’s a college party, not a fashion show.”
Historia gasped, clutching her chest as if Aurora had personally offended her. “Absolutely not. You gotta step it up.” She marched over to her wardrobe and started rifling through it, pulling out a white leather miniskirt and holding it up triumphantly. “This. And I have the perfect top to go with it.”
Aurora sat up, eyeing the skirt warily. “That’s... really short. And tight. I don’t know, Historia. It’s not really me.”
“That’s the point,” Historia said, tossing the skirt onto Aurora’s bed. “You’re always hiding your figure in those baggy sweaters and mom jeans. Show off a little! Eren’s gonna die when he sees you.”
Aurora hesitated, her fingers brushing over the soft leather. She wasn’t used to dressing so boldly—her usual style leaned toward cozy cardigans and flowy dresses, outfits that matched her gentle, reserved personality. But the idea of surprising Eren, of seeing his reaction, sent a flutter through her chest. “Okay, fine,” she said, relenting. “But if I feel ridiculous, I’m changing.”
“You won’t,” Historia promised, already digging through her closet for the top. She emerged with a baby blue tube top, the fabric stretchy and slightly shimmery. “This with the skirt, your white sneakers for comfort, and a messy high ponytail. Trust me, you’re gonna look hot as hell.”
Two hours later, the dorm room was a whirlwind of activity. Historia had finished her own makeup, her face glowing with highlighter and her lips painted a bold red. She was now perched on Aurora’s bed, expertly applying bronzer to Aurora’s cheeks. “Hold still,” Historia muttered, blending the product with a fluffy brush. “You’re gonna thank me when you see the final result.”
Aurora sat trying not to fidget. Her hair was already styled in a high, messy ponytail, a few loose strands framing her face. The white leather miniskirt hugged her hips, accentuating her figure, and the baby blue tube top made her boobs look, as Historia had gleefully pointed out, “absolutely phenomenal.” Her white sneakers added a touch of her usual comfort, but the overall look was far sexier than anything she’d ever worn. She felt exposed, her cheeks flushing as she caught her reflection in the mirror.
“I look... different,” Aurora said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “What if it’s too much?”
Historia set down the makeup brush and placed her hands on Aurora’s shoulders, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “Aurora, you look incredible. Like, jaw-dropping, stop-traffic incredible. Eren’s gonna lose his mind, and you’re gonna feel like a goddess. Own it.”
Aurora took a deep breath, nodding. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Good,” Historia said, grinning. “Now let’s do your lashes, and we’re done.”
As Historia reached for the false eyelashes, there was a knock at the door. Aurora’s heart skipped a beat, her nerves flaring. “That’s probably Eren,” she said, standing up quickly. “I’m not ready!”
“Relax, I got it,” Historia said, hopping off the bed and striding to the door. She flung it open, revealing Eren standing in the hallway, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. His black Jeep Wrangler was parked outside, visible through the dorm’s window.
“Eren!” Historia chirped, pulling him into a quick hug. “Right on time, as always.”
Eren chuckled, returning the hug briefly before stepping inside. “Yeah, well, I know you two take forever.” He was dressed in his signature casual style: an oversized graphic tee with a faded band logo, dark jeans, and black combat boots. His brown hair was pulled back into a messy man bun, a few strands falling loose around his face. His black stud earrings glinted in the light, and his key necklace rested against his chest, paired with a couple of silver rings on his fingers. He looked effortlessly handsome, his green eyes scanning the room before landing on the bathroom door, where Aurora had scurried off too, fussing with her makeup.
“Aurora’s in the bathroom, struggling with her lashes,” Historia said, smirking. “Go help her out. I’m almost ready.”
Eren raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a half-smile. “Lashes, huh? This I gotta see.” He crossed the room in a few long strides and pushed open the bathroom door, leaning against the frame as he took in the sight of his girlfriend.
Aurora was standing in front of the mirror, one false eyelash in hand, her brows furrowed in concentration. The moment Eren saw her, he froze, his breath catching. The faux-leather miniskirt hugged her curves in all the right places, the baby blue tube top accentuating her chest and leaving her shoulders bare. The makeup Historia had applied made her ice-blue eyes pop, her lips glossy and inviting. She looked like a vision—different from her usual modest style, but undeniably stunning.
“Holy shit,” Eren said under his breath, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t imagining her. “Aurora, you look... wow.”
Aurora’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she nearly dropped the eyelash, fumbling to catch it. “Eren! Don’t sneak up on me like that,” she said, her voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement. “I’m trying to focus.”
Eren grinned, stepping into the bathroom and closing the distance between them. He stood behind her, his hands finding her waist as he admired her reflection in the mirror. “You don’t need to focus on anything. You already look perfect.” His voice was low, his gaze lingering on the way the skirt hugged her hips, the curve of her back, the way her ponytail swayed slightly as she moved.
Aurora’s blush deepened, and she glanced at him in the mirror, her lips curving into a shy smile. “You’re just saying that.”
“Nope,” Eren said, his hands tightening slightly on her waist. “I mean it. This skirt, this top, the hair... you’re killing me, baby.” He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “You sure we have to go to this party?”
Aurora laughed, the sound light and musical, but her hand shook slightly, and the eyelash slipped from her fingers again, landing precariously close to the sink drain. “Eren, stop distracting me! These stupid lashes are impossible.”
He chuckled, his hands still on her waist as he studied her in the mirror. “You don’t need those wings on your eyes, you know. You’re gorgeous without them.”
She rolled her eyes, but her smile widened. “You’re sweet, but I’m committed now. I’m not giving up.” She reached for the eyelash again, but her hands were trembling slightly, her nerves getting the better of her.
Eren watched her struggle for a moment, then gently turned her to face him, his hands resting on her hips. “Here, let me try.”
Aurora’s eyes widened, and she let out a skeptical laugh. “You? Eren, you’ve never touched a pair of lashes in your life. You’re gonna poke my eye out.”
“How hard can it be?” he said, his tone teasing but confident. “It’s just sticking something on, right? Gimme the lash.”
She hesitated, then handed him the eyelash, her expression dubious. “If you mess this up, I’m blaming you.”
Eren smirked, taking the lash and the tiny tube of glue with surprising care. “Relax, I got this.” He leaned in close, his face inches from hers as he carefully applied a thin layer of glue to the lash strip. Aurora held her breath, her heart racing as his fingers brushed against her cheek. His touch was steady, his green eyes focused as he lined up the lash with her eyelid and pressed it into place.
To her shock, he did it perfectly on the first try. The lash sat flush against her lash line, enhancing her already striking eyes. Aurora blinked, turning to the mirror to inspect his work. “Oh my god,” she said, her voice full of disbelief. “You actually did it. How?!”
Eren shrugged, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Told you I got this. I’m a man of many talents.”
Aurora laughed, shaking her head as she turned back to him. For the first time since he’d walked in, she took a moment to really look at him. He was as handsome as ever, his casual style somehow making him look both rugged and effortlessly cool. The graphic tee hung loosely on his broad shoulders, the jeans fitting just right, and his combat boots added a touch of edge. His man bun was slightly messy, a few strands framing his face. He was magnetic, and the way he was looking at her now, with that intense, smoldering gaze, made her stomach flip.
“You look pretty good yourself,” she said softly, standing on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his. The kiss was slow, sweet, her hands resting lightly on his chest. “I like the man bun. And the rings.”
Eren’s smirk returned, and before she could pull away, he lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of the bathroom sink, stepping between her legs. “Oh, you like the rings, huh?” he teased, his hands sliding to her thighs, his fingers grazing the hem of the miniskirt. “What else do you like?”
Aurora’s breath hitched, her arms wrapping around his neck as she smiled up at him. “You’re fishing for compliments now,” she said, her voice playful. But her hands betrayed her, slipping under the hem of his shirt to trace the muscles of his back, her touch tentative but bold for her.
Eren leaned in, deepening the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a hungry edge. His hands tightened on her thighs, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. The kiss grew more passionate, Aurora’s fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as she melted into him. The world outside the bathroom faded away, the party and their friends forgotten for a moment.
“We’re not gonna make it to this party if you keep kissing me like this, baby,” Eren murmured against her lips, his voice rough with desire.
Aurora chuckled, her cheeks flushed as she pulled back slightly, her hands still roaming under his shirt. “Maybe we should just skip it,” she said, her tone half-teasing, half-serious. “You could stay here tonight. We could... hang out.” Her fingers traced lazy circles on his back, her touch sending a shiver through him.
Eren’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re making it real hard to say no,” he said, his voice low. “Keep talking like that, and I’m locking this door.”
Before Aurora could respond, the bathroom door swung open, and Historia’s voice cut through the moment like a knife. “Oh my god, you two are disgusting,” she said, her tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. She stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, her silver dress sparkling under the dorm’s fluorescent lights. “Stop sucking face and let’s go. We’re already late, and Porco’s blowing up my phone.”
Aurora’s face turned scarlet, and she buried it in Eren’s chest, muffling a laugh. Eren didn’t move, his hands still on her thighs as he shot Historia a mock glare. “Ever heard of knocking, Reiss?”
“It’s my bathroom too, Jaeger,” Historia shot back, grinning. “Now come on. Connie’s gonna kill us if we’re late, and I’m not missing the chance to dance with my man.”
Eren sighed, reluctantly stepping back and helping Aurora down from the sink. “Fine,” he said, his eyes lingering on Aurora as she smoothed out her skirt. “But you owe me for interrupting.”
Historia rolled her eyes, grabbing her purse and phone. “Whatever. Let’s move.”
Aurora grabbed her own phone and a small crossbody bag, her heart still racing from the kiss. She caught Eren’s gaze as they headed for the door, and he winked at her, his hand brushing against hers. The promise in his eyes made her stomach flutter, and she knew the night was far from over.
As they stepped out into the cool October evening, Eren’s Jeep Wrangler gleamed under the streetlights, its black paint catching the light. He opened the passenger door for Aurora, his hand lingering on her lower back as she climbed in. Historia hopped into the back, already texting Porco again.
“Ready for a wild night?” Eren asked, sliding into the driver’s seat and glancing at Aurora.
She smiled, her nerves fading as she looked at him. “With you? Always.”
He grinned, starting the engine, and as the Jeep roared to life, Aurora couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be unforgettable.
Eren drove with one hand on the steering wheel, his posture relaxed but his grip firm, exuding a quiet confidence that made Aurora’s heart race. His other hand rested on her thigh, his fingers splayed possessively over the smooth skin exposed by her miniskirt. The contact was casual at first, almost absentminded, but the way his thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against her flesh sent a jolt of heat through her body.
Aurora’s hands were clasped tightly in her lap as she tried to focus on anything but the fire Eren’s touch was igniting. The memory of their heated makeout session in the bathroom lingered, her lips still tingling from his kisses, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire. Her outfit made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that both thrilled and unnerved her. Eren’s hand was like lava, searing her skin, and every subtle movement of his fingers sent a fresh wave of electricity coursing through her. She was already teetering on the edge, her body hyper-aware of his proximity, his scent—a mix of cedarwood cologne and something distinctly him—filling the confined space of the Jeep.
Eren, for his part, was perfectly aware of the effect he was having. He knew Aurora like the back of his hand, could read the subtle tells of her arousal: the way her breath hitched, the faint flush creeping up her neck, the way her thighs pressed together ever so slightly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stole a glance at her, his green eyes glinting with mischief. Without breaking his focus on the road, he lifted her hand from her lap, bringing it to his lips. His kiss was soft, deliberate, his lips brushing against her knuckles as he held her gaze for a fleeting moment. “You okay over there, baby?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the smirk widening as he watched her cheeks bloom with color.
Aurora’s breath caught, her ice-blue eyes widening as she tried to muster a response. “Y-yeah,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m fine.” But the way her hand trembled in his, the way her thighs shifted under his touch, told a different story. She was anything but fine—she was unraveling, and Eren knew it.
In the backseat, Historia was blissfully oblivious to the tension brewing in the front. She lounged across the leather seats, her phone held up as she scrolled through Instagram stories from their friend group. The silver mini dress sparkled as she shifted, her golden hair catching the glow of her screen. “Oh my god, Sasha’s already drunk,” she laughed, tapping her screen to zoom in on a video of Sasha and Connie playing beer pong in what looked like a crowded living room. Sasha was mid-throw, her face scrunched in concentration, while Connie heckled her from the sidelines. In the background, Historia spotted Porco, looking as handsome as ever in a fitted black shirt, his blonde hair tousled as he leaned in to talk to Pieck and Annie. Her lips curved into a fond smile, her fingers already typing a flirty message to him. “Porco’s gonna have to carry me home tonight,” she muttered to herself, completely engrossed.
Eren’s hand returned to Aurora’s thigh, his fingers resuming their slow, torturous circles. But this time, his touch wasn’t so innocent. His hand slid higher, inching up the hem of her miniskirt, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Aurora’s eyes widened in alarm, her head snapping toward him. “Eren,” she hissed, her voice a panicked whisper. “Historia’s right there!”
Eren didn’t even glance at her, his focus still on the road, but the smirk on his face was downright devilish. He flicked his eyes to the rearview mirror, confirming that Historia was still lost in her phone, her airpods now in as she bobbed her head to some song. “She’s not paying attention,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Aurora’s spine. “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”
Before she could protest, his fingers grazed higher, brushing against the thin cotton of her panties. Aurora jolted in her seat, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her hands gripped the edge of the seat. The sensation was overwhelming, her body betraying her as heat pooled low in her belly. Eren’s touch was light, teasing, his fingers tracing the outline of her clit through the fabric with agonizing precision. Her thighs trembled, instinctively wanting to close, but his hand held her firmly in place, his grip both commanding and gentle.
Historia’s voice cut through the haze, startling Aurora. “What’s wrong?” she asked, glancing up from her phone with a frown. “You okay, Aurora?”
Aurora’s heart pounded, her face flaming as she scrambled for an excuse. “I-I just got the chills,” she lied, her voice shaky. She shot Eren a glare, but he was the picture of innocence, his hand still resting on her thigh as if nothing was happening.
Eren’s smirk widened, and he reached for the dashboard, turning up the heater with a casual flick of his wrist. “I’ll warm you up,” he said, his tone so smooth it was almost infuriating. But the glint in his eyes told her he was enjoying this far too much, relishing the risk, the thrill of teasing her right under Historia’s nose.
Historia shrugged, already distracted again as she returned to her phone. “Whatever, just don’t freeze to death before we get there.”
Aurora barely registered her cousin’s words, her entire focus consumed by Eren’s hand. His fingers resumed their torment, slipping beneath the edge of her panties this time. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper as he brushed against her bare skin, his touch sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. He was slow, deliberate, his finger circling her clit with a rhythm that made her head spin. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her hands clutching the seat as she fought to stay quiet.
Eren’s eyes flicked to her again, his smirk softening into something more intense, more possessive. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. “Trying so hard to be good for me.”
Aurora’s cheeks burned, her body trembling as his finger dipped lower, teasing her entrance before sliding inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, her walls clenching around him as he moved with slow, deliberate thrusts. She was soaked, her body responding to him with an urgency that made her dizzy. The fact that they were in a moving car, with Historia just feet away, only heightened the intensity, the danger of it all pushing her closer to the edge.
“Eren,” she whispered, her voice pleading, though she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop or to keep going. Her head tipped back against the seat, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the pleasure. His finger curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars, and she had to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning.
In the backseat, Historia was still scrolling, now watching a story of Mikasa and Armin posing for a selfie, Mikasa’s usual stoic expression softened by a rare smile. “Aww, they’re so cute,” Historia said to herself, completely unaware of the scene unfolding in the front. She tapped out another message to Porco, her fingers flying across the screen.
Eren’s thumb joined the assault, circling her clit as his finger continued its slow, relentless rhythm. Aurora’s hips shifted involuntarily, chasing the pleasure as her breathing grew ragged. She was so close, teetering on the brink of release, her body coiled tight like a spring. Eren’s eyes flicked to her again, his gaze dark and hungry as he watched her unravel. He loved this—loved pushing her, loved seeing her come apart under his touch.
Just as she felt the first waves of her orgasm building, Eren pulled his hand away, leaving her gasping and aching. Aurora’s eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as she stared at him in disbelief. He had the audacity to bring his finger to his lips, sucking it clean with a slow, deliberate motion that made her stomach clench. “Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured, his voice so low it was almost a growl.
Aurora’s face was on fire, her body throbbing with unspent need. “You’re a demon,” she hissed, her voice shaky but laced with a reluctant amusement. She couldn’t believe he’d stopped, couldn’t believe he was sitting there looking so smug while she was a trembling mess.
Eren chuckled, his hand returning to the steering wheel as he pulled into the parking lot of Connie, Jean, and Sasha’s apartment complex. The building was already alive with activity, music spilling out from the open windows, groups of people milling around outside with red Solo cups in hand. Some were clearly drunk, laughing too loudly or stumbling as they tried to navigate the uneven pavement. The Jeep came to a stop, and Eren cut the engine, turning to Aurora with a grin. “Ready to have some fun?”
Aurora glared at him, though her lips twitched with a smile. “You’re gonna pay for that,” she muttered, smoothing out her skirt as she tried to regain her composure. Her body was still humming, her panties damp, and the thought of walking into a crowded party in this state made her want to sink into the seat and disappear.
Historia finally looked up from her phone, pulling out her airpods as she leaned forward. “Finally! I thought we’d never get here.” She glanced between Eren and Aurora, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Why do you look so flustered, Aurora? And why’s Eren grinning like an idiot?”
Aurora’s heart skipped a beat, but Eren answered before she could. “She’s just excited for the party,” he said, his tone so casual it was almost convincing. “Right, babe?”
Aurora shot him a look, but nodded. “Yeah. Excited. Let’s go.” She opened the passenger door, grateful for the cool night air that hit her flushed skin. Eren climbed out after her, his hand finding the small of her back as they rounded the Jeep to meet Historia.
Historia hopped out, her silver dress catching the streetlights as she adjusted her purse. “Porco’s probably inside already,” she said, already scanning the crowd. “You guys coming, or are you gonna make out in the parking lot first?”
Eren smirked, his hand sliding down to give Aurora’s ass a subtle squeeze. “We’ll catch up,” he said, his tone teasing. “Go find your man.”
You didn’t have to tell Historia twice.
She was already striding toward the apartment with a sway in her hips. “Don’t be too long!” she called over her shoulder, disappearing into the crowd.
As soon as she was out of sight, Aurora turned to Eren, swatting his chest. “You’re insane,” she hissed, though her voice was laced with laughter. “What if she’d seen? What if we’d crashed?”
Eren caught her wrist, pulling her close until their bodies were pressed together. “I had it under control,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “And you loved every second of it.”
Aurora’s breath hitched, her body responding to his closeness despite her embarrassment. “You’re crazy,” she said, but her arms slid around his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his man bun.
“And you’re fucking perfect,” he replied, his voice rough with desire. He kissed her then, hard and hungry, his hands roaming her curves as he backed her against the side of the Jeep. The cool metal against her back was a stark contrast to the heat of his body, and she melted into him, her earlier frustration forgotten.
The kiss deepened, Eren’s tongue teasing hers as his hands slid under her skirt, gripping her thighs. Aurora moaned softly, her head spinning as she clung to him. The party was just feet away, the music and laughter a distant hum, but in that moment, it was just the two of them, lost in each other.
“Eren,” she gasped, pulling back slightly. “We should go inside. People are gonna see.”
“Let ‘em,” he growled, but he relented, stepping back and adjusting his jeans with a grimace. “You’re making it real hard to be a gentleman, you know that?”
Aurora laughed, her cheeks flushed as she smoothed out her clothes. “You were never a gentleman,” she teased, taking his hand. “Come on. Let’s go find our friends.”
Eren grinned, lacing his fingers with hers as they headed toward the apartment. The night was young, the party was just getting started, and the tension between them was far from resolved.
…
The apartment was a chaotic swirl of bodies, music, and the sharp tang of spilled beer. The living room was packed, the air thick with the scent of cheap vodka, weed, and too many competing perfumes. Colored LED lights pulsed in time with the bass-heavy trap music blaring from a Bluetooth speaker, casting neon hues over the crowd. Half the people here were strangers—random plus-ones, friends of friends, or just party crashers drawn by the promise of free booze. The other half were familiar faces from the university, a mix of jocks, artsy types, and the usual social butterflies who thrived in this kind of chaos. Aurora clung to Eren’s hand as they wove through the crowd, her heart still racing from their heated moment in the Jeep, her body hyper-aware of his presence beside her.
Eren’s hand was warm and steady, his fingers laced tightly with hers as he navigated the sea of people with ease. He pulled her close in a possessive gesture that sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she was acutely aware of the eyes that lingered on her as they passed. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention—her usual attire didn’t exactly scream “look at me”—and the weight of those gazes made her cheeks flush. But with Eren’s hand in hers, his touch grounding her, she felt a flicker of confidence, a spark of boldness she hadn’t known she possessed.
They hadn’t gone ten steps before they spotted their friend group clustered near the kitchen, a familiar island in the sea of strangers. Connie, the man of the hour, was in the center of it all, his lanky frame swaying as he attempted a TikTok dance with Sasha and Reiner. The three of them were clearly wasted, their movements sloppy and exaggerated, their laughter loud enough to cut through the music. Connie’s hat was tilted at a ridiculous angle, his eyes glassy as he threw his arms out, nearly knocking over a stack of Solo cups. Sasha was giggling uncontrollably, her braid swinging as she tried to mimic his moves, while Reiner, all muscle and no rhythm, lumbered through the steps with a goofy grin. Armin stood off to the side, his phone raised as he recorded the chaos, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement behind his glasses.
“Guys, this is gold,” Armin said, laughing as he zoomed in on Connie, who was now attempting a half-hearted twerk. “This is going viral, whether you like it or not.”
“Fuck yeah, make me famous!” Connie slurred, throwing up a peace sign before stumbling into Sasha, who shrieked and grabbed Reiner for balance. The three of them dissolved into a heap of laughter, drawing cheers from the small crowd that had gathered to watch.
Across the room, Aurora’s gaze landed on Historia, who had already found Porco. She was perched on his lap on a sagging couch, her mini dress riding up as she leaned into him, her lips locked with his in a heated kiss. Porco’s hands were on her hips, his blonde hair mussed from her fingers, and the two of them were completely oblivious to the party around them. Aurora rolled her eyes, a fond smile tugging at her lips.
As Eren and Aurora approached, Sasha was the first to spot them, her hazel eyes widening as she broke away from the dance crew. “Holy shit, Aurora!” she exclaimed, her voice carrying over the music. “Bitch, you look hot! Like, damn, where’s the modest, shy pharmacy student we all know and love?”
Aurora’s cheeks flushed, and she instinctively moved closer to Eren, her free hand smoothing down her skirt. “It’s... Historia’s fault,” she said, her voice shy but laced with a hint of pride. “She made me wear this.”
“Well, thank God for Historia,” Sasha said, grinning as she gave Aurora a playful once-over. “Eren, you better keep an eye on her, ‘cause she’s gonna have half the room drooling.”
Eren moved his hand to hold Aurora’s waist, his lips curving into a smug smirk. “Oh, I’m not letting her out of my sight,” he said, his voice low and possessive. His hand rested firmly on her hip, his fingers brushing the bare skin just above her skirt, and the contact sent a shiver through her. He was proud—proud of her, proud to have her by his side, and the way he held her made it clear to everyone in the room that she was his.
The rest of the group noticed them now, and a chorus of greetings erupted. “Eren! Aurora!” Connie called, stumbling over with two Solo cups in hand, the contents sloshing dangerously. “You made it! Yo, this party’s fuckin’ lit!” He thrust the cups toward them, his grin wide and sloppy. “Drink up, you’re behind!”
Aurora eyed the cup he offered her, her nose wrinkling at the murky, amber liquid inside. It looked like a questionable mix of whatever alcohol had been lying around—probably cheap vodka, some kind of soda, and God knows what else. Her pharmacology brain kicked into overdrive, calculating the risks of drinking something that looked like it had been mixed in a chemistry lab gone wrong. “Uh, thanks, Connie,” she said, holding the cup gingerly. “What’s... in this?”
Connie shrugged, already sipping from his own cup. “Fuck if I know. Jean’s in charge of the jungle juice. Tastes like victory, though.”
Eren, on the other hand, had no such reservations. He took the cup from Connie and chugged it back in one go, his throat bobbing as he drained the contents without flinching. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his green eyes glinting with amusement as he caught Aurora’s horrified expression. “What?” he said, smirking. “It’s a party, babe. Live a little.”
Aurora shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You’re gonna regret that when you’re puking later,” she teased, setting her own cup on a nearby table. “I’m sticking to water.”
“Boo, you’re no fun!” Sasha said, slinging an arm around Aurora’s shoulders. “Come on, you’re dressed like a bad bitch tonight. You gotta at least do a shot with me later.”
“We’ll see,” Aurora said, her tone noncommittal but her smile warm. Sasha’s enthusiasm was infectious, and despite her nerves, Aurora was starting to relax, the familiar banter of her friends grounding her.
Jean lumbered over, clapping Eren on the shoulder with enough force to make him sway. “Jaeger, you clean up nice,” he said, his voice slurred but genuine. “And Aurora, damn. You’re gonna give Mikasa a run for her money tonight.”
The mention of Mikasa made Aurora’s stomach twist, a flicker of unease cutting through the warmth of the moment. Mikasa was Eren’s childhood friend, a fixture in their friend group and someone Aurora had always found intimidating. Last year, when Historia had brought Aurora to Sasha’s birthday dinner as her plus-one, Eren and Aurora had clicked instantly. Their connection had been electric, a spark that had ignited over shared laughter and quiet conversations in the corner of the restaurant. Within two months, they were dating, and Aurora had been welcomed into the friend group with open arms—mostly. Mikasa, however, had been a different story.
Mikasa had harbored a crush on Eren for years, a fact that was no secret to anyone in the group. When Eren fell for Aurora, it had shattered her, and the tension between the three of them had been palpable for months. There had been awkward silences, strained interactions, and a few heated moments that Aurora still cringed to think about. But nearly a year later, things had settled into a fragile neutrality. Mikasa had accepted that Eren loved Aurora, or at least she’d stopped fighting it. Still, Aurora couldn’t help but feel a pang of self-consciousness whenever Mikasa was around, especially tonight, when she was dressed so far outside her comfort zone.
Eren sensed the shift in her mood, his hand squeezing her hip reassuringly. “Mikasa’s cool,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re fucking perfect.”
Aurora nodded, leaning into him, her nerves easing at his words. “Thanks,” she whispered, her hand resting on his chest as she smiled up at him. His presence was like an anchor, steadying her in the chaos of the party.
Armin joined them, tucking his phone into his pocket as he grinned. “You guys missed Connie trying to do a backflip earlier,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“Worth it!” Connie called from the kitchen, where he was now attempting to balance a Solo cup on his head. Sasha cackled, grabbing the cup and dumping the contents over his head, prompting a chorus of cheers and laughter from the crowd.
Aurora laughed, the sound light and genuine, and for the first time that night, she felt like she belonged. Surrounded by laughter, with Eren’s arm around her—made her feel like she was exactly where she was meant to be.
Across the room, Historia and Porco finally came up for air, their kissing session interrupted by Pieck, who plopped down on the couch beside them with a mischievous grin. “Get a room, you two,” Pieck teased, sipping from a bottle of hard seltzer. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, her oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder.
Porco smirked, his arm still around Historia. “Jealous?” he shot back, but his tone was playful, his attention already drifting back to Historia as she whispered something in his ear.
Pieck rolled her eyes, turning her attention to Aurora and Eren. “Well, damn, Aurora,” she said, her gaze sweeping over her outfit. “You’re out here stealing the show tonight.”
Aurora blushed, her hand tightening in Eren’s. “Thanks,” she said, her voice shy. “Historia’s idea.”
“Historia’s a genius,” Pieck said, raising her seltzer in a mock toast. “You’re giving Eren a heart attack, I bet.”
Eren chuckled, his hand sliding lower on Aurora’s waist. “Something like that,” he said, his voice low and suggestive. Aurora’s breath hitched, her body still sensitive from their earlier encounter in the Jeep, and the way he was touching her now—casual but deliberate—was driving her crazy.
The party surged around them, the energy infectious. Jean appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray of Jell-O shots that glowed an unnatural shade of blue under the LED lights. “Who’s ready to get fucked up?” he announced, his voice cutting through the noise. His hair was styled in its usual meticulous way, but his cheeks were flushed, a sign he’d already had a few drinks.
“Me!” Sasha yelled, snatching two shots from the tray and handing one to Aurora. “Come on, Aurora, you can’t say no to Jell-O. It’s basically dessert.”
Aurora hesitated, glancing at Eren, who was watching her with an amused smirk. “Go for it,” he said, his hand giving her hip a gentle squeeze. “I’ve got you.”
She sighed, taking the shot and eyeing it warily. “If I die, it’s on you,” she said, tipping it back. The Jell-O was sweet, the vodka burning as it slid down her throat, and she grimaced, handing the empty cup back to Sasha. “That was... an experience.”
Sasha cheered, throwing an arm around her. “That’s my girl! Now we’re partying!”
As the night wore on, the party grew wilder. Connie and Reiner started a chant, trying to get everyone to do a keg stand, while Armin and Annie disappeared to the balcony for some air. Mikasa appeared at one point, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, her expression as unreadable as ever. She nodded at Aurora and Eren, her gaze lingering on them for a moment before she joined Pieck on the couch. Aurora’s stomach twisted, but Mikasa’s demeanor was neutral, and she relaxed, leaning into Eren’s side.
Eren, meanwhile, was in his element, his charisma drawing people to him like moths to a flame. He bantered with Jean, laughed at Connie’s antics, and kept Aurora close, his touch never straying far. Every so often, he’d lean down to whisper in her ear, his words laced with heat—promises of what he’d do to her later, reminders of how much he wanted her. Each whisper sent a fresh wave of desire through her, her body aching for him despite the crowd around them.
At one point, he pulled her into a corner, his hands framing her face as he kissed her deeply, his tongue teasing hers. “You’re driving me fucking crazy in this outfit,” he murmured against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her ass. “Can’t stop thinking about what we started in the car.”
Aurora’s breath hitched, her hands fisting in his shirt as she pressed herself closer. “You’re not playing fair,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “We’re in public, Eren.”
“Fuck public,” he growled, kissing her again, his hands roaming under her skirt. “I want you. Now.”
She laughed, breathless, pushing against his chest. “Later,” she said, though her body screamed for her to give in. “We’re at a party, remember?”
He groaned, resting his forehead against hers. “You’re killing me, baby. But fine. Later.”
The promise hung between them, electric and heavy, as they rejoined the party. The night stretched on, a blur of laughter, music, and stolen touches, each moment building the tension between them. Aurora knew one thing for certain: when they finally got some alone time, all bets were off.
…
An hour later, the party had reached its fever pitch, a chaotic crescendo of sweat, alcohol, and pulsing music. The apartment was a sauna, bodies pressed together in the dim glow of LED lights that flickered red, blue, and purple in time with the trap beat blasting from the speakers. The air was thick with the mingled scents of spilled beer, vape clouds, and the faint sweetness of someone’s spilled jungle juice. Laughter and shouts ricocheted off the walls, punctuated by the occasional crash of a dropped cup or the cheer of a successful beer pong shot. The crowd was a mix of familiar faces and strangers, all caught up in the hedonistic rush of a college party at its peak.
Aurora was tipsy, the Jell-O shots and a single cup of Sasha’s “special punch” loosening her usual inhibitions. The alcohol buzzed through her veins, warm and heady, making her feel light, bold, alive. She was in the middle of the makeshift dance floor—a cleared-out corner of the living room—her body moving to the rhythm of a sultry R’n’B track. Her skirt hugged her hips, riding up slightly as she swayed. Her hair swung in its messy high ponytail, a few strands sticking to her flushed cheeks as she mouthed the lyrics, her eyes sparkling with confidence.
Eren was right behind her, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she pressed back against him. He was wasted, his green eyes glassy and his grin wide, but his touch was sure, possessive, his fingers digging into her skin through the thin faux-leather of her skirt. The alcohol had stripped away his usual stoic edge, leaving him raw, unfiltered, and horny as hell. Aurora’s ass grinding against his hardening cock was driving him to the edge, each roll of her hips sending a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He loved this side of her—the shy, modest pharmacist-to-be transformed into a confident, sensual goddess who moved like she owned the room. It was rare, intoxicating, and it made him want her even more.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” Eren growled, leaning down to press his lips to her ear. His voice was rough, slurred slightly from the alcohol, but dripping with desire. He pulled her back tighter against him, his chest flush with her back, his hands sliding lower to grip her thighs. “You feel how hard you’re making me, baby? This skirt’s gonna be the death of me.”
Aurora’s breath hitched, a shiver running through her as his words sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs. She tilted her head back, her lips brushing his jaw as she whispered, “You’re not playing fair, Eren.”
“Who said I play fair?” he murmured, his lips grazing her neck. He nipped at her skin, his teeth scraping lightly before he soothed the spot with a slow, open-mouthed kiss. “I wanna take you to the bathroom, bend you over the sink, and fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight. Wanna see that pretty ass bouncing while I’m deep inside you, baby. You want that, don’t you?”
Aurora nearly choked, her cheeks flaming as his explicit words painted a vivid picture in her mind. Her pussy clenched at the thought, her panties soaked as she pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache. She knew how Eren got when he was drunk—his filter vanished, his desire raw and unapologetic—and fuck, she wanted him just as badly. “Eren,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “You can’t just say shit like that.”
“Why not?” he teased, his hands sliding up to her waist, his fingers brushing the bare skin just below her tube top. “You’re so fucking wet for me right now, I can tell. Don’t lie, baby.”
She couldn’t deny it, not when her body was screaming for him, every nerve alight with want. The crowd around them faded, the music and laughter a distant hum as she lost herself in the heat of his touch, the promise in his words. She turned her head, catching his lips in a quick, desperate kiss, her tongue teasing his before she pulled back, breathless. “You’re gonna get us in trouble,” she whispered, but her tone was playful, her eyes dark with desire.
Eren’s grin was feral, his hands tightening on her hips. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “No one’s gonna notice if we’re gone for a bit. I need you, Aurora. Now.”
Her heart pounded, the rational part of her brain drowned out by the alcohol and the overwhelming need coursing through her. She nodded, her hand finding his as she let him lead her through the crowd. The party was too chaotic for anyone to notice them slip away, their friends too drunk or distracted to care. Connie was now attempting to crowd-surf, held aloft by a group of strangers, while Sasha cheered him on, her cup raised high. Historia and Porco were still tangled together on the couch, lost in their own world, and Armin was nowhere to be seen, likely still off with Annie. Even Mikasa, who’d been a quiet presence earlier, was distracted, talking to Pieck by the kitchen.
Eren’s grip on her hand was firm, his long strides purposeful as he navigated the apartment, weaving past a group of drunk freshmen and a couple making out against the wall. He pushed open a door at the end of the hall, revealing a dimly lit bedroom that smelled faintly of cologne and clean laundry. It was Jean’s room, identifiable by the neatly made bed and the framed poster of some indie band on the wall. Eren smirked, making a mental note to buy that horseface a beer later as a thank-you for the unintentional loan of his space.
The door clicked shut behind them, and the noise of the party dulled to a muffled hum, the bass still vibrating through the walls. Eren was on her in an instant, his hands framing her face as he kissed her with a hunger that stole her breath. His lips were demanding, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he backed her up against the door, the wood cool against her heated skin. Aurora moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in his tee as she pressed herself closer, her body aching for him.
Eren’s hands roamed, sliding down to her thighs and lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the door. Her miniskirt rode up, bunching around her hips, leaving her in just her soaked cotton panties. The friction of his jeans against her core made her whimper, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked against him. “Fuck, Aurora,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”
He tugged down her tube top with one hand, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples were already hard, and he didn’t hesitate, his mouth latching onto one with a low moan. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he grazed it with his teeth, drawing a gasp from her. Aurora’s head tipped back against the door, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling it free from its man bun. “Eren,” she moaned, her voice trembling as he alternated between her nipples, lavishing each with attention until she was writhing against him.
“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured against her skin, his hand gripping her ass as he ground his hips against her. His dick was straining against his jeans, the bulge pressing against her clit through her panties, and the sensation was driving her wild. She was desperate, her body screaming for release, for him to fill her, to fuck her until she couldn’t think straight.
“Eren, please,” she begged, her voice breaking as she rocked against him, chasing the friction. “I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me, please.”
His eyes darkened, a growl rumbling in his chest as he carried her to the bed, setting her down on the edge. He stepped back just long enough to use one hand to pull his shirt over his head, revealing the lean, muscled planes of his chest, the faint scars from old injuries glinting in the dim light. His hands moved to his jeans, unbuttoning them and shoving them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum, and Aurora’s mouth watered at the sight, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
“Fuck, look at you,” Eren said, his voice low and reverent as he took in the sight of her—skirt bunched around her waist, tube top pulled down, breasts heaving, and her panties soaked through. He grabbed her legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he knelt between her thighs, his hands sliding her panties down and tossing them aside. Her pussy was glistening, pink and swollen, and he groaned, his cock twitching at the sight. “So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her clit, making her hips buck. “If we had more time, I’d eat you out until you’re screaming my name.”
“Eren, please,” she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets as she spread her legs wider, desperate for him. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He hovered over her, lining himself up with her entrance, the head of his cock brushing against her slick folds. He pushed in slowly, both of them moaning at the sensation as he stretched her, filling her inch by inch. Aurora’s walls clenched around him, her body adjusting to his size, and the feeling was overwhelming, pleasure bordering on pain. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Eren groaned, his hands gripping her thighs as he bottomed out, his hips flush with hers.
He started thrusting, long and hard, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Aurora’s moans filled the room, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her hands clutching the sheets as she surrendered to the sensation. Eren’s eyes were locked on her, his gaze intense, possessive, as he watched her come apart beneath him. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “This pussy’s mine, isn’t it? All fucking mine.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling as she met his thrusts, her hips rocking against him. “All yours, Eren. Fuck, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He grabbed her legs, folding them back until her knees were nearly at her ears, pressing her into the mattress as he pounded into her harder, faster. The angle was brutal, his cock hitting that spot deep inside her with every thrust, and Aurora’s moans turned to cries, her body trembling as she hurtled toward the edge. Eren’s key necklace dangled in her face, swaying with his movements, the cool metal brushing her lips as he leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangled, saliva mixing as he fucked her relentlessly, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release.
“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he panted, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, his voice dripping with filthy promise. “Gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl. Fuck, I can feel how close you are, baby. Let go.”
Aurora’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around him as pleasure ripped through her, her vision going white. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as her body shook, her release soaking his cock. The sensation pushed Eren over the edge, and he groaned, his hips stuttering as he came, spilling deep inside her with a final, shuddering thrust. “Fuck, Aurora,” he gasped, his voice raw as he collapsed against her, his forehead resting on hers as they both caught their breath.
For a moment, they stayed like that, tangled together on Jean’s bed, their bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with the scent of sex. Eren’s necklace rested against her chest, cool against her heated skin, and she smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his face as she looked up at him. “You’re insane,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but laced with affection.
He chuckled, kissing her softly, his lips lingering on hers. “You love it,” he murmured, his hands stroking her thighs as he slowly pulled out, both of them wincing at the sensitivity. He grabbed his shirt, using it to gently clean her up before helping her fix her clothes, tugging her tube top back into place and smoothing down her skirt.
Aurora laughed, her cheeks flushed as she sat up, her legs shaky. “We’re gonna get caught,” she said, glancing at the door. “Jean’s gonna kill us if he finds out we fucked on his bed.”
Eren smirked, pulling on his jeans and tossing his boxers into a corner. “I’ll buy him a beer. He’ll get over it.” He leaned down, kissing her again, his hand cupping her face. “Worth it, though. You’re fucking incredible.”
She blushed, standing on wobbly legs as she adjusted her ponytail. “We should get back before someone notices we’re gone.”
He nodded, taking her hand and leading her to the door. The party was still raging outside, the music and laughter as loud as ever, and they slipped back into the crowd unnoticed, their absence unnoticed in the chaos. Aurora’s body was still humming, her skin tingling from Eren’s touch, and as they rejoined their friends, she couldn’t help but steal glances at him, her heart swelling with love and desire.
The night pulsed on, a wild, untamed rhythm that echoed the fire in their veins, and with Eren’s hand in hers, Aurora knew they’d burn brighter than the stars above.
~
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