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xxnghtclls · 3 months

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Flickering Lights

Chapter 2: A Tall, Pink Haired Man

Chapter (1/3)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

For tags and synopsis, please see Chapter 1!

Bam!

You slam the door shut behind you. Finally you’re home in your small apartment, still thinking about what happened in your office. Sitting down on one of your two chairs, you absentmindedly tap with your key into the surface of your kitchen table.

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.

“Who was that?” you mumble to yourself, while your leg is wiggling nervously. “Where and… why? Four eyes and four arms, too?”

A pause.

Tap. Tap.

“HOW?” you blurt out loudly and distort your face in confusion. Your brain is so tired.

Shaking your head, you decide to get up and get a hot shower.

-Monday me- is going to have a huge problem, leaving the office like this.

“This” meaning a broken window, a crack in the floor and the wall. Your computer is for the trashcan, too. A fucking mess.

Motherfucker.

You kind of hope it was a dream, a hallucination or a lightning. Monday you will get back to your same old habit, going to work and writing emails, lists and calculations. And then Tuesday. And then Wednesday. Thursday. Friday.

Sigh.

Rashhhhh

You close the shower curtain in front of your face and turn on the water. Warm steamy drops are tickling your face and calming your nerves. Sleepiness washes over you with the steamy warmth and you’re quick to finish soaping you up. You let out a big yawn, as you turn off the water and step out.

“Time for bed.” you sigh, before you brush your teeth and dry yourself. Taking your phone with you, you carry yourself up the ladder to your elevated sleeping space. The perks of living in tokyo.

Mini studio apartments.

Crawling onto the futon, you pull the blanket up to your nose. A last time you peek onto your phone, before your eyes shut themselves.

- 01:38 a.m. -

“Goodnight...” you mumble, before you fall asleep. “Stranger.”

♫ Up with the sun, gone with the wind, she always said I was lazy-

“The fuck?” you breathe into the darkness, still half asleep, as you peek onto your phone, trying not to get blind from your display brightness.

- 6:00 a.m. -

“Ughhh shut up, Bob.” you groan, as you shut your alarm off. You must have forgotten to adjust the settings in your alarm to workweek only, after you had to get up for an out of schedule meeting last saturday.

But, today is free.

You close your eyes and think about what you want to do today.

Get new earphones perhaps. Get groceries. Find out who…who…

Zzzzz…

After a moment, you send another peek to your phone.

- 10:12 a.m. -

“Good morning sunshine.” you grumble to your sleepy self, before you yawn and stretch. “Sorry Bob, now you can sing.” you mumble and put on Bob Seger’s song that ripped you out of sleep earlier.

-play-

“Travelin maan, love when I caan. Turn loose my hand ‘cause I’m goiingg.” you sing, as you’re making yourself some eggs for breakfast, checking your social media inbetween. You roll your eyes, as you read that there’s some unnecessary discourse over something unimportant AGAIN and you swear to yourself, that you’re going to delete that app sooner or later. It just makes you angry.

Fucking idiots.

Your eggs are ready and you sit down, take a bite and text your bestie Mio.

Oy. Akiba in 45 mins?

👍

Good. Need new headphones. Mine broke last night.

No wonder. Get some real ones.

You huff at her text.

“No way.” you smile, as you’re putting your phone away and shove the last bite of eggs into your mouth. You need to get dressed quickly, in order to catch the next train to Akihabara.

On your trainride, you stare out of the window across from you. Listen to the railway and see the houses passing by, the sun shining onto the roofs, before the train goes underground again. Silhouettes and moving lights run along the window.

Moving lights. Flickering lights.

And suddenly you remember last night.

What happened?

That creature, that… man.

How unusual he looked and how his eyes pierced through your soul.

Uncanny.

You wonder if you should tell Mio about it.

Maybe not…

Maybe it was a dream or a hallucination or a lightning after all.

…That rip in space definitely.

But what if he was not?

“Excuse me, is everything alright?” an elderly woman that’s sitting right next to you asks you.

You must’ve zoned out, looking so concentrated… maybe even, as if you’re constipated or something.

“No, I’m fine. Sorry- I mean, thank you.” you force a smile at her, before you pull out your phone to look busy at least.

And you start to scroll on your socials.

And scroll.

Not thinking anything, just remembering that man’s face. Those tattoos. The nose.

Kinda pretty nose, you think as your lips turn into a pout.

Two slits in his eyebrows.

That mask.

So interesti-

Wait what?

Interesting…?

Sigh.

…He is.

You get out at Suehirocho Station and walk to the next 7-eleven, the point where you’re going to meet with Mio. She’s not there yet, so you decide to walk in and buy an Onigiri.

Only one?

No, two.

For later.

Of course you open the first one immediately and bite into it. The first bite is always the best.

Goddamn.

You love it. Closing your eyes, to savour the taste, you stand in front of the store, enjoying the bliss.

“Oy, peanut!” Mio’s voice comes up behind you. You turn around and nudge your head to her, shooting her a look.

“What’s up?” you say with your mouth full.

“Got one for me, too?” she eyes your Onigiri.

“No.” you bite into it another time.

She cocks her eyebrows at you, probably already knowing that you bought two and that you don’t want to share, before a little pout cracks upon her lips.

“Get your own!” you complain, before she pokes her finger into your arm.

“I’ll get you some snacks later!” she coos.

“Fine!” complain and offer her a bite of your last piece.

“Mwuah hah hah!” she laughs deeply in excitement, before she gulps down the whole remaining Onigiri. “I know you love me.”

“Ehhh.” you sigh, letting your shoulders sink, disappointed that she ate it all.

“Sorry.” she brushes off her hands on her jacket. “Anyway, let’s go, my greedy little peanut.” she says, before she hooks her arm into yours. “Did you cut your hair?”

You laugh her question off, as you both start to walk into the city.

While on the search for new 5000 yen headphones, you both keep bullying each other lovingly, laugh and talk about the week. No matter how exhausting your workweek is, she always manages to distract your mind, makes you feel not as lonely. She really is the light of your week.

You don’t really know how it came to this. To feel like this in this city of millions. You used to go out, to dance and fuck a guy every now and then. But maybe it was just the start of how you feel now. The nights of clubbing grew rare, the nights at the computer and phone listening to music grew more frequent. Because nothing could really satisfy it. This hole in your heart. Listening to music helps. Spending time with Mio helps, but only to a degree. Because you wish for a change in your life. More than work and eat and shower and sleep. More than everyday life.

However, you decide not to tell her about what happened last night. Maybe you’ve gone crazy after all. Even if you’re not, you still feel odd about it. Feel, like it might be the change you yearned for, an adventure.

Feel like it only belongs to you.

Quickly you find some new headphones and earn a mocking joke from the side, while Mio continues to buy herself a new phone case. Huge, pink and with little glittery stones and charms.

So ugly.

“Don’t look at me like that, when you’re the one who walked around with a Hello Kitty phone for the longest time!” she complains.

“At least I wasn’t mistaken for a disco ball.” you sneer at her.

You walk to another store to get your promised snacks and after a while, when the hottest gossip is done being discussed, you catch yourself getting silent inbetween.

Because your mind wanders off.

Because you remember.

Those eyes.

Dangerous.

Sometimes she notices and throws you a glance, but you just wave it off, excuse it with sleepless nights because of work.

And she buys it.

At least you hope she does.

“I need to get home.“ you sigh, as you arrive at the next train-station. “I still need to get some groceries. I’m gonna gonna see you next week?”

She sighs too and stops in her tracks. You turn and look to her, seeing her face turning serious. Suddenly the energy shifts. You halt and frown at her in confusion.

Something’s wrong.

“What?” you ask.

“I need to tell you something.” she looks to the ground and it makes you worried.

“What is it?” you poke her shoulder.

She hesitates.

“You’re gonna hate it…” she mumbles and your heart starts pounding. You hate situations like this. Last time she acted like this, she told you she lost the one pair of very expensive headphones you bought in your life. You hated her for it, but you learned your lesson.

Crossing your arms, you keep staring at her, almost holding your breath, trying to remember what kind of item you possibly could’ve lent her recently.

A pause.

“I’ll be on a work trip.-”

“Jesus.” you complain, as you exhale loudly in relief, rolling your eyes.

“For the next week.” she continues, a smug smirk on her face. So proud, knowing to have you fooled so good. “Coming back on Sunday night.”

You sigh.

“I’ll manage!” you exclaim snobbish into her face, but deep down, you know it’s gonna be hard. You’re not gonna see her for two weeks and you’re gonna miss her. A lot. Next to the fact that you can’t meet up with her next weekend, she’ll be busy too and not be able to text you much during the week either.

She punches your shoulder, before you grab her sleeve.

“Come.” you tug on it. “We gotta wish you a safe travel and return.” you mumble, as you drag her with you.

“Huh?” she exclaims, but gives up and willingly walks down to the underground with you.

“I didn’t go to the Meiji shrine in a while. Let’s hang up an Ema there.” you fiddle with her sleeve, as you’re both sitting next to each other in the train towards Yoyogi Station.

“Is everything alright?” she asks and you notice real concern in her voice.

She knows something’s up.

“I think I need to go out more, Mio.” you mumble. “If you’re not here to cheer me up, I need to see someone else then.”

“Sounds as if you’re already have someone in mind.” she jokes and you feel the heat rising in your ears, feel caught.

“Yeah.” you fake-laugh, before you try to change the topic. “Where are you going next week?”

“We’re going to have some meetings in Gifu. But also team-building events, this sort of stuff.” she says, while fiddling with her new phone case and you nod.

“Never went there.” you respond. “Tell me if it’s nice, yes?”

“Sure, little peanut.” she smiles, before she looks back at you. You smile back before, looking around in the wagon.

“Maybe you should go out while I’m gone.” she says, making you look back at her. “Try to focus less on work and have some fun. Treat yourself.” she punches you in your arm again.

Hard.

“Ow!”

“It’s just work after all.”

“I shall.” you hiss, while you rub your hand over the soon-to-be bruise, as the train stops at Harajuku-Station.

After a short walk, Mio and you arrive at the entrance of the shrine. It’s busy, just like the last time you visited, but as soon as you walk through the Torii, it grows calmer with each second. You might not believe, that in you’re a city of millions, when you walk through the beautiful area around the shrine. Trees and plants seal yourself off the loud noises of the streets.

Quiet.

Maybe I need a vacation.

“I’m thirsty.” Mio longingly says, as you walk past the huge Sake barrels.

You snort at her comment.

“Mio Mio Mioooo.” you squeak like a bird. “You called me greedy.”

“That’s what you are.” she chimes. “I know you still have that second Onigiri in your jacket.”

“Shut your mouth.” you smile, while you look up to see the sunlight shine through the branches of the trees, as a gentle breeze flows against your faces. It’s beautiful at this place, but somehow, a weird feeling grows in your gut.

After a ten minute walk along the shrines nature, you arrive at the camphor trees where the Emas are hanged upon. Mio steps forward, reading some of the wishes that are already hung up. After purchasing a little wooden plate yourself, you tipple to the desks and start writing.

For my lovely Mio.

Please let her have the safest travel, a lot of fun and a more safer return to her little peanut.

You draw a little raccoon in the corner, since that’s her favourite animal and turn around, ready to hang it up, only to notice, that Mio holds a little wooden plate in her own hand as well.

“No! I already got one!” you wiggle it into her direction, before you hang it up.

She steps into the corner of your eyes, hanging her own plate right next to yours. You’re about to complain that she bought an unnecessary one, as your eyes catch what she wrote.

For my lovely y/n.

Please let her have the most fun, good food and a little adventure, until her Mio returns.

“Is this for me?” you ask with wide eyes.

“Bro, it’s your name right there!” she sneers as if you’re stupid, tapping her knuckle loudly against the plate.

Your heart warms up, before you continue in a serious voice.

“You forgot to draw a cat.”

“I cannot draw a cat.”

“Bullshit. Everyone can draw a cat.” you wave her off and turn around, only to see-

Oh shit.

You freeze in your spot, as you see that tall man from last night standing in front of the holy praying area of the shrine. His back is turned to you, but his height, his black cloak and the pink spiky hair is proof enough.

A sinister energy reaches your feet and crawls up your legs.

“What’s up?” Mio asks, as she notices how you froze in your spot, tugging at your sleeve.

Your heart starts pounding.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

In the corner of your eyes, you see Mio catching focus on that man herself.

“I’ve never seen a guy that tall-“

“Me neither.” you mumble, while you keep staring. In the corners of your eye, you see many people walking around the mean, peeking and staring and mumbling about his unusual appearance.

He walks up the stairs, shoving a middle aged woman out of his way. She tipples, looses balance and-

Bam!

falls down the stairs, while he’s stepping closer to the doors that lead to the praying area. The huge doors, that now don’t seem to tall in comparison anymore.

“Disrespectful asshole!” Mio exclaims in disgust, as an appalled gasp is heard from the by-standing people and the feeling in your gut grows into a huge lump. Others rush to the woman to help her back up, and Mio wants to go forward too, but you grab her sleeve, holding her back. You stay silent, as you keep watching the man intensely, seeing him lay his right hand on the wooden surface of the saisen-bako that’s placed inbetween the doors. People start to talk to him, try to get his attention, but he is ignoring them, concentrated on doing what he came to do.

Your eyes are fixated on his hand, a tattooed black ring decorating his wrist. The people around him grow louder and louder, but the sound grows mute in your ears. Almost as if you’re hypnotised, you watch how the wooden surface starts to vibrate, the lines between his hand and the wood start to blur. A deep humming starts to vibrate in your ear, just like last night.

Mio notices your trance and calls you, but you hear without hearing.

Whatever he’s doing, it has you in his grip.

Mio calls you again, louder and snips her fingers in front of your face to wake you from your trance but you keep being fixated on his hand until-

“Hey!” another man loudly exclaims and tugs on his cloak to get his attention. Without even looking, the pink haired man flicks his left hand and suddenly the throat of the other man bursts with blood and his head falls from his shoulders.

Fwip!

Pap.. Pap… pap.

Down the stairs it falls and rolls. Your heart drops and everyone starts to scream, as your eyes widen in horror. Blood splatters everywhere, as the head rolls and comes to a halt next to the woman, coating the holy grounds with red essence.

“Y/N!!” Mio calls your name again, now very loud and clear, making your body finally start moving.

You meet Mio’s eyes and grab her wrist, before you run towards the entrance, already seeing security guards run into the opposite direction. Other people run in panic as well, shoving you out of their way, almost make you stumble. For some reason, shortly before you can run through the huge gate, you need to turn around.

Turn around.

The time slows down.

Exhale.

You look.

Focus.

And he turns around, too. Making your eyes meet his for the split of a second, before you turn back forward again, running through the gate.

Inhale.

Sirens are already howling in the distance, as Mio and you and many other people run through the shrine grounds in order to get back to the entrance you came from. Your heart is pounding in your throat and your throat is as dry as sand, as you finally reach the streets. A glance to Mio and a nod from her confirm that you will not separate your ways right now. She’ll come with you.

Bam!

Zschk Zing!

You lock your front door behind you, as Mio sighs loudly, slumping down on one of your kitchen chairs.

“Jesus.” you sigh under your breath, your hands still lingering on the door-lock, your eyes staring into nothing. The image of that mans head rolling down those stairs keeps replaying in your head.

“Gonna make tea.” Mio says, before she gets up and fills the cattle.

You blink and shake your head, before you turn around and sit down on the other chair on the adjacent corner of the table.

You have seen some bad stuff on the internet before. Multiple times unfortunately. However it’s still different to see such things in real life.

“The police will get him right?” she asks.

“Maybe they shot him on sight.” you mumble. “Most probably.” you try to assure her and yourself.

She hums and the kettle starts to whistle.

Louder and louder.

Until Mio takes it from the stove and fills your cups with water.

You take a sip and the warmth flows through your body, making you feel better in an instant.

“I still got no groceries.” you mumble into your cup.

“Let’s just wait a bit. It’ll be safe in a few hours.” she mumbles into hers.

A pause.

And you ponder.

“He wouldn’t have slashed that man, if he let him do his thing in peace.” you sip absentmindedly. “Whatever he was doing.” you add and she glances over to you, cocking an eyebrow.

“If he didn’t shove that woman down the stairs, he wouldn’t have been bothered.” she responds annoyed. “Nothing he was doing can justify this.”

“Yeah.”

Another pause.

“Doesn’t matter now, they probably shot him.” she sighs.

Your eyebrows twitch at the thought. Somehow, you don’t feel like it’s true.

A few silent hours go by, sipping tea, trying to calm down. Both of you avoid to read the news, try to distract you from what just happened, talk about anything, except about what happened at the shrine today.

And somehow, it works. They probably shot him after all.

The sun sets and it grows dark outside. Mio taps on her phone.

- 10:13 p.m. -

“I think I should go now.” she sighs. “Gotta get up early tomorrow.”

You inhale deeply, knowing it’s the last time you’re gonna see her for at least two weeks.

“Alright.” you exhale, as you stand up and walk her to your door. “Text me when you’re at the station, k?”

“Sure, peanut. The police is probably still roaming around. And if not they got him.” she smiles at you and leans in for a tight hug. “Gonna miss you.” she whispers in your ear and it almost makes you tear up.

What today happened was a lot for you and now you have to deal with it alone, if the distraction looses its effect. For two whole weeks.

“Gonna miss you, too!” you sniff into her ear and press her against you, before you separate.

“Stop crying, bitch.” she jokes and boops your nose.

You stick out your tongue and with wet eyes, you unlock your front door.

“Here you go, your Majesty. Please return safely.” you bow, trying to overact your upcoming crying-session and it makes her giggle.

“It’ll be fine.” she waves you off and walks down the hallway. “I’m a big girl.”

“Text me!” you yell after her, before you close and lock up the door.

Zschk Zing!

Silence.

Too silent.

You grab your back and pull out the new headphones you bought. In all the hectic you forgot to properly charge them, but luckily, they always are charged halfway up when you buy them.

You sit down on your kitchen chair and go to your phone’s settings, to connect it via bluetooth with your headphones.

It worked.

You put them on and scroll through your music library, not sure what will give you the right mood for now. If you want more distraction or if you want to cry. Already feeling an empty feeling spreading in your heart, you scroll and scroll and your eyes keep watering.

Maybe crying it is.

Mio didn’t text yet and you hope she’s about to arrive safely at the station. It’s just a short walk anyway. You keep scrolling. Being a person who listens to almost everything, it’s difficult to choose sometimes. Closing your eyes, you tap on shuffle, letting fate decide what song to play.

But right in the moment, when the song is about to start, a loud knocking is heard on your door.

Knock.

You quickly look to the door.

Mio?

Maybe she forgot something.

Without turning off the music, you put your headphones on the table and tipple to the front door.

“Mio, is that you?” you call.

No answer.

You frown in suspicion, before looking through the peephole.

And your heart drops into your socks, as you see a deformed fish-eye version of a stranger.

A tall, pink haired man.

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absurdthirst · 3 months

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The Irish Escape {Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 13.9k

Warnings: Rudeness, Pero being an asshole, prejudice against Americans, hypothermia, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, rough sex

Comments: Freshly arrived in Ireland to visit the cottage your estranged grandmother has willed you, you run into a rude Spaniard. Unsure of why he hates Americans and why you seemingly can't stop running into him.

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It’s raining when you arrive in Dingle, County Kerry. You curse your suitcase as you try to drag it along the garden path that leads up to the small cottage known as Fairy Lodge. You fumble to find the key under the mat and work quickly to unlock the door, shivering as you step into the entrance, dragging your case behind you. You shut the door and shrug off your coat, wiping your boots on the mat. The cottage - tiny and cute - was left to you by your grandmother. She recently passed but you hadn’t seen her since you were ten after she decided to follow her dream and buy a house in Ireland. She left it to you in her will with the note, “always follow your dreams” and you decided to take a vacation and check the place out. It’s beautiful, even in the rain, and you are looking forward to exploring the area your grandma loved so much. After drying off and opening up the cottage. It’s quaint in the best way and you check the cupboards to find nothing, not even a pack of cookies. With a sigh, you look out of the window to find the rain has stopped so you put your coat on and make your way out onto the damp streets. You aren’t sure where to go but you googled a small pub nearby so you make your way over to it, hungry and desperate for a drink after traveling.

“Come on, mate.” William rolls his eyes and shakes his head, putting his pint down to slap his friend on his shoulder. “You should stay and drink. The rain’s gonna start again and it’s not like you can work.” He chuckles, imagining how much the Spaniard would curse working out in the rain. When Pero had shown up at his door nearly a year ago, angry and adrift with no plan for his life, he had taken in his old friend. Let him live with him until he had purchased a cottage down the road from the Garin farm. “Nothin’ better to do than drink.” Pero grumbles, shaking his head as he stands up, pushing his chair back. “No.” He huffs, pulling his coat off the back of the chair and shrugging into it before jamming his flat billed hat onto his head. “I’m not paying for your beers.” He glares at the Irishman, knowing that if he stays, he will be left paying the tab. He turns and strides towards the door, not noticing the woman turning away from the counter with a hot coffee in her hands.

You gasp as the man knocks into you and your coffee spills over his front, soaking his jeans, and you immediately bounce back. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I- shit.” You place the cup down on the counter and you reach for the napkins, turning back to try and help the man mop up the mess you made of him.

The accent makes him immediately seeth in rage, barely even paying attention to your remorseful expression as you shove the napkins at his crotch. Pero slaps your hands away, hissing at the heat of the coffee. “Fucking Americans.” He spits, shooting you a deadly glare. “Ruining fucking everything.” Shoving past you, he slams out of the door and out of sight.

Your jaw drops and you stare at the door as he swings on the hinges. You can’t believe what he spat at you and you turn to look at the men gathered around the bar. “I- I didn’t see him behind me.” You choke and the blonde man shakes his head, “don’t mind the miserable Spanish bastard. He’s just not a fan of Yankees at the moment.” He chuckles and gulps down the rest of his pint. “Not your fault, lass.” He tells you and you sigh, “he made that crystal clear.”

The bartender shakes his head, “Garin, that Spanish git needs to apologize to the lady.”

William scoffs, “you tell him that.”

You huff, “doesn’t matter. Can I get another cup?” You ask the bartender who nods. You sigh as you finally sit down in the corner, your annoyance at the rude Spaniard fading as you relax.

William decides that he needs to make up for his friend’s rude behavior. He stands up and groans, carrying his pint back to the bar for a refill. He nods to the bartender and slides it down to where he’s pouring you another coffee. “So.” He leans against the rubbed worn wood and shoots you what he knows is a charming grin. “Tourin’ Ireland, are ya?” He asks, making his accent slightly thicker. “Passin’ through, or will ya be stayin’ awhile?”

“Actually, I - my grandma had a cottage down the road. Fairy Lodge? She left it to me after she recently died and I needed to get away so I came to check on the house.” You explain.

William nods, “oh that tiny little place on the corner? I remember the old lady who owned it.” He nods, “sweet old gal.” He takes the pint from the bartender and comes over, sitting down opposite you. “How long you plannin’ on being here?” He asks you and you shrug, “not sure. I can work remotely so I’ll probably be here a couple of weeks before I head home. I’m going to put the home on the market. I won’t be able to get out here to maintain the home so I think I’ll sell it.” You confess, setting your mug down.

“Oh, you should stay awhile for sure.” William advises. “Make sure the land doesn’t grow on you.” He has to admit, having a younger, attractive woman in the village would be a good thing. But he also doesn’t want the home sold to someone who would not respect the land, or the people. He can’t imagine your granny raising anyone who would disrespect the lady she had adopted as her own. “Besides, ye can always ask your neighbor to check on things. We take care of each other ‘round here.”

You offer him a soft smile, “yeah…except for ‘fucking Americans’” You scoff softly as you quote his companion.

William shakes his head, “ignore Tovar. He’s a grumpy fucker.”

You tap your fingers against the mug, “well, he clearly doesn’t like Americans so maybe it’s best that I sell up.” You hum and William sighs, “well, see how ya feel. You might turn out to love it here. I know I do. I served in Iraq and all I wanted to do was come home.” He confesses and you smile again, “it is a beautiful place. I’ll see how things go.”

He nods, reaching for the beer that has been put in front of him. “Well, if you’re needing anything, I’m at the Garin farm. Ask anyone and they’ll point you in my direction.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” You offer William a smile and he makes his way back over to his friends. You settle in to continue reading your book and you thank the landlady for your meal as she brings it over to you. You eat and thankfully the rain has stopped when you decide to make your way back to Fairy Lodge. Tomorrow, you’ll get some groceries but for now, you’re exhausted. You quickly get ready for bed and settle in, falling asleep within minutes.

The next morning, Pero grumbles to himself as he walks up the lane towards the village. Needing some groceries, he wants to see if old man Sawyer had gotten in those wines that he had asked for. It was hard to make some of his dishes without the Spanish wines and he was looking forward to getting them.

You carry your basket around the small grocery store and you gasp when you walk around the corner to see the asshole from last night nearly walk into you again. "Do you make a habit of walking into people?" He growls and you huff, "only rude bastards who don't notice anyone in their peripheral." You hiss back, stomach twisting with annoyance at the man.

He purses his lips at you and narrows his eyes. “What’s an American like you doing in a grocery store like this?” He demands, annoyed that your mere presence makes him feel guilty for yesterday and it just irritates him more. “They don’t have all the fancy shit you would want here. Best go to Dublin and take your demanding, childish ways with you.”

You narrow your eyes and grip the basket in your hand a little tighter. "Listen, I don't know what the fuck I did to you yesterday that makes you act like a rude prick but I accidentally spilled my coffee over you and you act like I just pissed in your cornflakes. I am here because my grandma left me her house so you'll be seeing more of me around the village. Get used to it, asshole." You growl, spinning on your heel to find the ground coffee.

The news that you will be here even longer than he would like puts Pero in a mood. “Hijo de puta.” He spits, his own basket handle nearly broken as he grips it tight in his fist. The last thing he needs is some stuck up, American bitch hanging around and causing trouble. Old man Sawyer comes into view and he stomps over to him to see if the wine came in.

You don’t notice the man has left when you go to pay for your groceries and the old man starts to ring everything up. “I noticed there’s a bit of tension between you and Tovar.” He says softly and looks up at you. You’ve forgotten what it’s like to be in a small town - the gossiping and everyone knowing each other - but you sigh, holding your wallet. “I accidentally spilled my coffee over him in the pub last night and he seems to hate me without even knowing my name.” You huff, “I’m not the kind of woman that’s gonna bow over and beg for forgiveness when I already apologized.” You explain and Sawyer nods, “he’s a grumpy git. He, uh, has had a lot going on from what I have heard.” You snort, “haven’t we all? Still not enough of a reason for him to be a prick.” You say and Sawyer chuckles, “you’re fiery. You’ll fit in just fine around here.” He winks and hands you your change. “Thanks.” You say and make your way back to Fairy Lodge, wondering what happened to make Tovar such an asshole.

Pero is passing by the gate to William’s house, his own groceries in a bag on his arm and lost in his thoughts when his friend calls out to him. “Missed a bit of gossip after pouting off into the night.” He looks over at where William is pushing his best sheep, Nell, out of the way and walking towards the stone wall. He rolls his eyes.

“What, did she manage to spill a beer on you?” He huffs, smirking slightly in amusement at the idea.

“No, but she did tell me that she’s going to be in town.”

His smirk slides away and he scowls. “Sí, I know that.” He grumbles, sighing as he walks off the road and towards the wall to talk. The lane was narrow and lorries love to careen around the corners recklessly.

“How did you find out?” William is grinning, about to tease Pero for being interested in the American. “She nearly ran me over in Sawyer’s.” He snorts. “Woman - women - are menaces. Especially stuck-up, American bitches.”

“Now mate, you and I both know that’s not fair. She’s not your ex wife.” William shakes his head, “not all Americans are stuck up bitches…or cheaters.” He raises his eyebrows at his Spanish friend who came to him years ago after finding his wife in bed with their neighbor. “Besides, you always told me you wanted to move from Seville. Said you felt trapped. So you came here to bother my ass.”

“I can always kill you so you aren’t bothered anymore.” Pero threatens, only making William laugh. He knows the Spaniard won’t actually kill him and therein lies the problem. They had been in the military together, serving on the same military bases in Iraq and somehow had become friends. Or as close to friends as Pero could have. Knowing the Irishman wouldn’t pity him like so many he had known would, he had decided to sulk in the Irishman’s home village and ended up staying. “She’s just like her.” He predicts. “All pretty smiles and batting eyelashes to get her way and then she shoves the knife in your ribs. She’ll sell the cottage to some developer who will want to put some god awful monstrosity where her granny’s cottage is. Only hope it's far away from my own.”

William snorts, “she doesn’t seem money hungry to me, mate. She’s not like her. From what you’ve told me, she was charming and drew you in with a fake personality. This one seems real. She doesn’t seem to be faking anything.” William observes, “she’s not your ex wife. She just happens to be American.”

Pero rolls his eyes, knowing that William won’t understand. He’s not been betrayed like he has and had his heart ripped out. Even more to find that the baby she had just told him about wasn’t his. She had just been planning on using him. “I’ve got better things to do than to argue with you, amigo.” He grumbles, pushing away from the wall and walking towards the road.

“All I’m saying is to just give her a chance.” William shouts at Pero’s retreating form and he sighs, looking down at Nell. “He really is a stubborn bastard.”

****

You decide to spend the day in the cottage, checking out things that your grandma left here and cleaning it up. You look through the photos she left there of your family. You haven’t seen her for years but she had an album of photos your parents must have sent her over the years. You caress the book, wishing you’d known her more and you wonder why she left you the cottage. She didn’t even leave you a note in her will when you got the keys.

There’s movement in the Fairy Cottage. Pero had noticed it when he was moving some more kindling under the lean-to on the back of the cottage. The sweet older lady that had lived there had been an American, but he hadn’t held it against the feisty old woman. A light comes on and he narrows his eyes in anger. People need to respect that a house is empty without molesting it. He grabs the crowbar he had been pulling old boards off the interior walls to redo. Ready to go confront the thief and make sure they don’t walk away with anything.

You hear the back door open with a creak and you inhale sharply, unable to believe that someone is breaking into the tiny cottage in the tiny village that you believed was as safe as could be. Everyone knows each other for fucks sake. You pick up the nearest thing - a book - and make your way down the stairs to confront the invader. When you get to the bottom step, you see the shadow and throw the book, a scream escaping your lips.

Pero curses when the book comes out of nowhere and hits him on the head. Turning and swinging the crowbar threateningly. “You had better make your peace with God if you think you are stealing anything from this house!” He shouts, lunging forward to grab the criminal who has broken into the cottage. “Got you!”

You scream as he grabs the back of your sweater and you try to hit him. “Get the fuck off of me!” You tell, slapping anywhere you can reach. “Get off!”

He drops the crowbar just as soon as he hears that accent, immediately aware that he has a woman and despite everything, he couldn’t hurt one. “Ow! Ow!” He yelps, throwing his arm up to block the jarringly accurate slaps as they strike his skin. “Stop your hitting, woman!” He growls, finally grabbing your arm so you can stop slapping his face.

You can’t believe it’s him. “Oh my God, it’s you. You bastard!” You growl, trying to wrench your arm from his grip. “What the hell are you breaking into my cottage?” You demand to know, “what the fuck, Tovar?”

He would be surprised you know his name, but that bastard William has a big mouth. “Your cottage?” He shakes his head. “I didn’t know it was your cottage. The old gal that lived here died just two months….” He trails off, remembering you had said you inherited a cottage from your grandmother. That sweet old woman was your granny? He lets go of your arm and grunts. “Thought you were a thief.” He tells you. “Wanted to run them off before they could steal anything.”

You are slightly touched that he’d put himself in danger to protect your grandmother’s cottage but you are also annoyed that he broke in without any warning. “Well, it’s just me. Although I’m surprised you didn’t take the opportunity to whack me.” You scoff as he lets go of your arm and you reach up to rub it.

He snorts, bending down to pick up the crowbar and glares at you. Hating that it was you that he had run into again. No doubt you will be telling everyone what a fool he is, or perhaps calling the police on him for entering your cottage. “Might should have.” He grunts at you. “How do I know you even own this property?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at you again. “Wouldn’t be the first con artist American I’ve run into.”

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “Wow. You’re a grade A prick.” You scoff, “my grandma left it for me and you - I don’t have to explain anything to you.” You huff, staring at him and you get a proper look at him for the first time. He’s handsome, even with that scar on his eye, and you hate that he’s handsome. “Did you, uh, did you know my grandma well?” You ask softly after a moment. The curiosity gets the better of you.

Pero stares at you for a moment before nodding. “I fixed her roof the first year she was here.” He tells you. “Delivered her peat moss to burn and made sure that she was okay when bad weather rolled in.” He rocks his jaw, having to admit to himself that he could see the family resemblance and thinks that he had seen a picture of you when you were younger. “I-” he swallows. “I’m the one who- who found her.” Sadness fills his eyes as he remembers that day. At least she had passed peacefully in her sleep.

You inhale sharply, tears stinging in your eyes for the grandmother you didn’t get to know properly. “I- I hadn’t seen her since I was ten. My parents divorced and my mom…she didn’t let my dad take me to see her when she moved here. I- I wish I could’ve known her better.” You sigh, stepping back from Tovar. “Anyway…you must be sick of me by now. The ironic thing is you don’t even know my name.”

Pero recalls the stories she had told him about her family, producing your name with an ease that startled him. “She talked about you.” He tells you. “Never stopped loving you and talking about when you were young.” The least he can do is not let you think the old woman didn’t care about you. “Maybe that’s why she left you the cottage.” He offers.

You nod, biting your lip as tears sting in your eyes when you think about your grandmother. “Thanks for telling me that.” You say, sniffing as you try to not cry. “I - I appreciate it. Do you, uh, I really am sorry about spilling my coffee over you.”

He can’t snap at you when your eyes are watering and you look like you are about to cry. “Don’t worry about it.” He tells you. “I’m sorry for breaking into your cottage.” He tells you as he shuffles uncomfortably. He’s never been good at apologies, but he owes you that. “I’ll leave you to your day then.” He tells you.

You nod, uncrossing your arms as you escort Pero to the back door. “That - I’ll fix that.” You say, not even sure of where to start to fix the door he had broken when trying to protect the cottage from faux thieves.

Shaking his head, he opens the door and bends down to examine it. “I’ll have the door fixed in an hour.” He tells you. “Need to go get some things from my tool shed and I’ll have it sturdier than it’s ever been.” He looks up and shrugs. “My fault anyway.”

You accept his offer, knowing you won’t be able to fix the door, especially not tonight, so you let him go grab his tool box and when he comes back, you’re preparing some tea. “You want some tea?” You ask, knowing the nights are turning colder here.

“Do you know how to make it?” He asks seriously. “American tea is very sweet….and cold.” He grimaces, remembering when his ex would try to make tea and he had to drink it in order to make her happy. He had hated it.

You chuckle, “I can make hot tea. Iced tea is for hot days. Or I can make some coffee?” You offer, not sure what he wants and you wonder when he had iced tea. It’s not something you’ve encountered so far in Ireland.

“Hot tea.” Pero nods. “I don’t understand how someone drinks tea that is thick like syrup.” He chuckles and then thinks to add, “thank you. I’ll get your door fixed, I’ve got another one that will fit.” He promises, opening the door and examining the frame. He had been about to replace his own door but he could always go get another one.

You nod, getting to work on boiling the water on the stove. Your hatred of Pero fades a little since you’ve managed to talk to him and you still don’t understand his apparent dislike of anyone and anything American. When he comes back, you are a little chilly and you pour the brewed tea. “Do you like milk or no?” You ask, wondering how the Spaniard likes his tea.

His nose curls and he shakes his head. “No milk.” He insists. “I cannot have it.” His sensitive stomach was something that made William laugh but milk curdled on him. It was not pleasant and he didn’t want to risk it. “Please.” He adds when he remembers that manners are important to Americans.

You nod, setting the cup of tea down on the kitchen counter for him. "It's not poisoned." You tease, "although it was tempting." Tovar scoffs and picks up the cup, taking a sip. "So...what brought you to Ireland?" You ask, curious and nosey despite knowing you risk him shutting down on you.

“My friend.” He shrugs, looking down at the cup and then back up at you. “You can actually make a cup of tea that's not shit.” He grunts, knowing that is a compliment from him. “He lived here and I wanted a change so I came and decided to stay.”

You don't push him, sensing there's more to it and you don't want to risk your newfound ceasefire. "Fair enough. I wanted a change too." You confess and lean against the counter with your cup. "I got tired of the hustle bustle living in the city...it was exhausting."

“You won’t find that here.” Pero promises, pulling his hammer out to start prying the broken piece of wood off the frame. “Unless you count when Garvin’s sheep get out and run amok in your vegetable garden.” He snorts. “Nell, his favorite, never fails to end up walking into the pub like she’s gonna order a pint.”

You chuckle, "she sounds like a riot." Pero snorts, "a handful." You watch him work, his broad back muscles moving and you bite your lip, suddenly attracted to him. He's been an asshole but you think he's sexy in a mysterious asshole way. "You like it here." You observe, a statement more than a question.

“It’s quiet.” He shrugs slightly, not willing to admit that he’s found more peace here than he had when he returned to his ‘home’ in Spain. “I like quiet. Most are bored to death by it, but there's a tranquility in a slower pace of life.”

"Sounds like a little piece of heaven." You sigh, cradling the cup of tea in your palms. "Quiet is underrated. People want to live fast but I want to stop and smell the roses...take my time with life. Sorry...too many goddamn cliches." You scoff at yourself.

“People say that, but then they get pissed when there’s no new clubs to go to or activities that aren’t for ‘old people’.” He rolls his eyes and grunts as he measures the wood. “I should go get a piece to replace this and grab that door.”

You nod, “sure.” You don’t question him anymore or ask anymore questions, deciding to focus on starting a fire to ward off the chilly fall air especially since the door is open. You’re bending over the fireplace when Pero comes back in but you don’t hear him as you remain bent over as you poke the kindling.

Pero frowns, watching you poke at the fire. “You-” He huffs and sets the wood down and walks over to the fireplace. “You’re smothering the fire.” He tells you, taking the poker out of your hand. “It’s not like a wood fire. Peat is finicky, but it burns longer.”

You want to roll your eyes at him as he tries to tell you how to start the fire. Tired of men explaining shit to you at work, you stand up and let him take over with a huff. “I know how to start a fire. Did it enough times back home. God, you really can’t let people make mistakes, can you?” You ask, confused about why he’s so critical all the time.

Pero snorts and shakes his head. “If you want your cottage to be full of smoke, be my guest.” He snarks back at you, waiting to see if you will take over again. When you don’t, he kneels down and reaches into the fireplace. Pulling out the kindling and the hunks of peat to restack them and pulling his lighter out of his pocket.

You watch him with intrigue, noticing his strong jawline as he clenches his jaw in concentration. You observe what he does and you take notes for when you start another fire. The hearth is soon full of warmth and Tovar stands up, wiping his hands on his pants. “Thank you.” You tell him, placing your hand on his arm, “sorry I- I’m not good at not being good at things.” You admit softly.

“Don’t worry about it.” He huffs out a small laugh. “Took your grandmother nearly a month of freezing to accept my offer to help her with the chimney.” He has to admit that you seem like you are self-sufficient. Strong-willed.

You chuckle, “she was stubborn. My dad got that from her. Guess I did too.” You sigh and bite your lip as you lower your hand from his arm. “It’s too damn cold to mess around being that stubborn.” You confess, “even I can admit that.”

“Well, the new door will keep out the wind better and with a good peat fire, your cottage will be nice and cozy.” He promises. “Irish winters aren’t warm, but there is a beauty to them.”

“So I’ve heard. I’m not sure if I’ll be here long enough to see its full beauty. I haven’t decided what I’m gonna do.” You confess and cross your arms, watching as Tovar continues working on the door. “You’re from Spain?” You guess from his accent.

“Sí.” He frowns as he fits the wood in and marks it with the pencil he tucked behind his ear to trim a small sliver off. He grabs his hacksaw and looks up at you. “Seville originally.”

“I’ve never been to Spain. I’ve heard it’s gorgeous. And I think they used Seville for some Game of Thrones locations. There’s so many places I haven’t been that I want to go to.” You sigh, leaning back against the counter. “You must’ve been a lot of places, having such easy access to Europe.”

“It is not hard to travel.” He admits. “But your country is larger than all of Europe combined.” He had been amazed when he had come over to meet his ex’s family. “The flights are short if you want to go on a holiday.”

You shrug, “and expensive as hell. Two hundred bucks average for a flight to another state and nothing as old as what Europe has to offer. I am thinking I might travel to Germany or Austria. Check out the Christmas markets.” You admit, “I miss home but I needed a change.”

“Sounds like more than an inherited house brings you over the pond.” Pero finishes cutting the piece and fits it back into the frame, grunting happily when it fits snugly. He nails it in place as he waits for you to answer him.

You sigh, “I wasn’t happy. I was working twelve hour days. Going on endless first and second dates but couldn’t find a man ready to commit. I was working hard to pay my rent but had nothing left to enjoy myself and I- I got sick of the rat race. I needed to leave the city before it killed me. That kind of life…it gets to you eventually. The loneliness.” You mutter, glancing over at the fire.

He snorts, having no problem being alone himself, but that was after the betrayal. Before then, he had imagined spending the rest of his life with his ex. “If you're alone, only you can disappoint yourself.” He tells you, knocking the last nail in place and starting to take the door off the hinges.

You sense there’s more to his words than he’s letting on but you ignore it, sipping your tea while he works on the door. It doesn’t take him long to get the new one swinging and he adjusts the lock. “There you go, señorita. A new door.” He announces and you snort, “least you could do since you’re the one who tore it off its hinges.”

“It was a shit door.” He grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck before he bends down and picks up his tool box. “Next time I’ll knock to scare away potential thieves.” He tells you before he nods. “Thanks for the tea.” He murmurs before stepping out and closing the door behind him. He had lost a few hours of work fixing your door and now he needs to get back to it.

You huff as he shuts the door behind him, not even saying goodbye and you glance over at the fire. Just when you thought he could be a decent person to talk to, he shuts up again. “Whatever.” You mutter to yourself and get ready to settle in on the sofa to read before you go to bed. You’re not here to be friends with Tovar. You’re here to find yourself.

****

Over the next few days, Pero keeps busy. His home is still a work in progress, the addition done poorly so he’s having to redo a lot of it. Helping William out on his farm when he needs. Keeping busy and keeping his mind off the neighbor. Sure, he’s checked on the cottage when he’s outside or looking out those windows, but he doesn’t make any effort to speak to you again, knowing that you’re nothing but trouble.

Your days are filled with exploring the village and then working remotely in the afternoon. You’ve actually never felt so at peace. You don’t see Tovar, which is a blessing in disguise. The man still rubs you the wrong way but you find yourself thinking about those brown eyes…even when they are narrowed in hatred towards you. You close your laptop, glancing out at the beautiful sky. It’s cloudy today but still gorgeous so you decide to go for a walk, explore the area some more. After putting on your boots and coat, you lock up the cottage and get started on your exploration.

Pero grumbles at the sky, loading his truck to go help William with the roof of his barn. Wanting to get it done before the rains came again. He gets behind the wheel and starts down the road towards his farm. Traveling about a mile before he sees a figure walking along the wrong side of the road. He scoffs and shakes his head, knowing exactly who it is. Slowing down, he rolls down his window and sticks his head out. “You’re gonna get wet.” He shouts. “Go home.”

You turn your head to see Tovar and you shake your head, looking up at the sky. “Only woman to get wet around you in a while, huh?” You tease with a smirk and he huffs, gripping the steering wheel. “Fine. If you want to get rained on.” You nod, “all part of the experience.” You tell him, “the Irish way of life.”

Pero snorts. “Crazy Americans.” He huffs, handing his hand out the window as he drives past you. You’ll learn. Your coat isn’t enough for the rain that is coming and you will look like a drowned rat if you get caught out in it.

You are stubborn. Something your mother told you was just like your father. Much to her annoyance. You continue walking after Tovar drives off and the wind starts to pick up. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter around you and you look up at the sky as the rain clouds come in. "Bastard." You curse Tovar for being right as you decide to head back to the village.

The last piece of roofing was being nailed into place when the first splatters of rain hit Tovar’s back. “Mierda.” He hisses, glancing up and wincing when a droplet hits him in the eye.

“Good thing we finished. It’s gonna be a blustery one for sure.” William agrees, wiping his forehead and shoving his hammer back into his tool belt. “You should go home. The sheep will come back and file into their barn quickly and I’m gonna shower and build my fire up.” He tells his friend. “You should do the same.”

You shiver as the rain comes down and you struggle to get back to cottage. The wind is strong and pushing you back as you try to get back as the rain pelts at your face. You curse Tovar for being right. You wish you had gotten a ride.

The rain is coming down in sheets, making it nearly impossible to see in front of the truck as Pero makes his way back to his cottage. He has to admit that he had gotten busy and didn’t look for you like he had thought to. Surely you had turned back and was cozy and warm in your cottage. He believes that until he damn near hits you. Swerving and nearly running off the road to keep from killing you because you’re walking in the damn middle. Cursing, Pero slams out of the truck, instantly drenched by the downpour. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” He yells, running up and grabbing your arms.

Your teeth are chattering so hard you can barely speak as Tovar grabs you and drags you into his van. You shake so hard your vision is blurry as the windscreen wipers work overtime. He slams the door shut and drives towards the village, cursing that he's soaking wet and you know you're both going to get sick from this chill.

The heater in his little lorry barely works, but Tovar blasts it, pointing the vents towards you. “Idiot.” He hisses. “You should have your pants pulled down and your ass whipped until you cannot sit.” He wipes his face and presses the gas, needing to get you home and out of those soaked clothes. “I told you to go home, but you’re too fucking pig-headed to listen.”

Your teeth chatter but you manage to say “fu-fuck you. I- I was on the way home.” You tell him and place your hands closer to his air vents. You desperately want the heat to seep into your bones and you shiver as Tovar races to your cottage.

“You would have already been home if you had listened to me.” He reminds you, taking one hand off the wheel to start shrugging out of his coat. It’s damp, but it has to be warmer than what you have on. “Stubborn Americans who think they know it all.”

You gasp, inhaling the warm air from the heater. "Wha- what th- the hell is wrong with - why the fu- fuck do you hate Am- Americans?" You ask him, still shaking. You watch as he hands his coat to you. "Put this on." He growls and you don't argue, wrapping his coat around you.

Pero whips his van into the small spot that is closest to your cottage and hisses a curse as he jumps out to run around to your door. Knowing that he needs to get you inside as quickly as possible. Get a fire started and get you stripped out of those clothes. Yanking your door open, he drags you out of the seat and tries to shield you from the rain as much as possible. You are shaking violently and he knows you’re close to, if not already, hypothermic. “Inside.”

You nod, letting him take you inside. You didn’t lock the cottage - having heard from the villagers that nothing happens - so Pero shuffles you inside and immediately starts to strip off the coats. You should be embarrassed and angry that he’s stripping clothes off of you but you’re so freezing you don’t care. You shiver and he helps you out of your boots. “Wh-why are you doing this?” You ask, watching him as he leaves you in your soaking wet jeans to work on getting the fire going.

“You could die.” He spits, his hands working quick and steady as he stacks the peat and kindling to light. He needs to get you warm and dry as fast as he can. The damp chill could have you sick with pneumonia within a day if you aren’t careful. As soon as the tender starts to smoke, he turns towards you and unbuttons his flannel shirt. Body head is needed. Stomping off towards your bedroom, he strips the quilts and blankets off of it before coming back into the main room. “Can you take your clothes off, or do I need to do it?”

Your eyes widen at his broad chest as he comes back into the living room with the blankets. You nod, teeth still shattering as you work on removing your wet clothes until you are in your underwear, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Sur-surprised you - you care so much.” You choke out, still freezing cold.

He grunts, rolling his eyes and nearly tells you that he doesn’t care but that wouldn’t be truthful. He doesn’t want to find another member of your family dead. He spreads a blanket on the floor in front of the fire and pushes you towards it. “Lay down.” He orders, immediately starting to strip off the rest of his clothes, including his underwear. He knows you might be prudish like most Americans, but when you are trying to warm up, you can't wear any wet clothes and your panties look soaked. He ignores your gasp and drops to his knees, gathering the rest of the blankets at his back and reaches for your panties, pulling at them to take them off and they shred apart in his hands.

You gasp, knowing you should push him away but when he pulls you close, into his body, into his warmth, you shudder and inhale deeply. Feeling the sensations come back into your body as you give in and curl around him. Breathing him in, you lift your leg over his, trying to get even closer to him, seeking his warmth.

His hands start rubbing, massaging heat and feeling back into your body. He thinks about anything but the softness of your breasts pressed against him. Knowing that if it weren’t for this serious situation, you would not be naked in his arms. “You’ll get warm.” He promises, feeling you shake and your teeth chatter. Your body is like ice and he shudders slightly as he transfers his heat to you under the weight of the blankets.

You breathe him in, thankful for him showing up to save you even if you’ve not gotten along so far. His hands rubbing all over your back and you eventually relax, the shivering stopping as you warm up. You kiss his chest, silently thanking him for finding you even if you can’t vocalize that right now as you curl around him, seeking his warmth.

He knows you will get sleepy, it’s your body’s way to try to recover from the energy it had expelled to try to keep you warm. “Go to sleep, espléndida.” He murmurs quietly. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe.” He knows that he can’t pull away right now. Even though you are warmer, you still need more of his body heat to fully warm up.

You mumble into his chest, listening to his beating heart as you fall asleep in his grip, feeling safe despite the man curled around you being insufferable in every interaction you’ve had. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep when you wake up alone, the blankets wrapped around you, the fire roaring and you hear noise coming from the tiny kitchen. “What - Tovar?” You croak, wondering where he went.

His boxers on his hips, Pero appears in the doorway as soon as you call him. “Wait.” He orders, not wanting you to get up. Disappearing again and within seconds, he is coming back into the room with a tray. It was one your grandmother had often served him tea on, so he was familiar with it. Your cup of tea is in addition to a mug of soup. You need something warm in you. The hearty stew was one that your grandmother had canned two years ago, so he knew the rich broth would be good.

You sit up, keeping the blanket tight to your chest as he carries the tray over and he has his boxers on. Shit, he’s attractive. More than that…he’s hot. Really hot. You swallow harshly, throat dry as he sets the tray down in front of you. “Thank you.” You tell him, looking at him as he sits down next to you. “This is - you poison it?” You tease softly, voice a little raw from the cold wind you breathed in earlier.

He snorts and shakes his head. “Not poisoned.” He huffs. “I just saved your life, why would I poison you?” He asks, picking up the tea and handing it to you. “It’s got honey and lemon in it, your throat will be raw.” He murmurs, blowing on the steaming liquid slightly before he hands it off.

You take it, your fingers brushing his, and you moan softly as the tea soothes your sore throat. “I- I don’t really know how to start saying thank you for saving my life. I would’ve frozen out there. I didn’t think the storm would come in so quick.” You confess, watching him as the flames and shadows flicker over his face. “I guess I can start by saying thank you.” You say after taking another sip.

“You’re welcome.” Pero is slightly surprised that there’s no sarcasm in your statement. “Almost ran to my house to get some whiskey to pour in it, but it’s still raining outside.” He tells you, the rain beating against the windows. “So, it’s not quite as good as it could be. But I made you some stew.”

You set the tea down and pick up the mug of broth, taking a sip and you groan. “You made this?” You ask and he shakes his head. “Your grandmother. She made it. Canned it a couple of years ago. She gave me some jars.” He reveals and your eyes widen as you look down at the cup in your hands, “I wish I could’ve known her better.” You sigh, “she seemed like a great woman. I- I’m writing a book about her. That’s why I came here. She fell in love with Ireland and I’m writing a romance novel based on her life.” You confess, “her grand escape to Ireland after divorcing her husband.”

He’s surprised by that, lifting his brows and humming. “A romance?” He should scoff, but he can’t manage the sound to come out of his throat. “I guess Ireland would be a romantic place to escape. If you’re looking for that.”

You sip your broth before you look at him. “I must admit I had my wild fantasies dreaming about meeting a handsome man in Ireland and shacking up in a cottage to love our lives away but I- I know that’s - it’s silly.” You shake your head, “especially when I literally bumped into you and you hate Americans.”

“You would hate Spaniards if your ex was one.” Pero tells you. “Especially if he had cheated on you. Even though he would be an idiot to cheat.”

You frown, setting the broth mug down. “You think…your ex was American?” You ask, confused and curious. “And she - shit - she cheated on you?”

Pero sighs, looking out the window. “Sí.” He murmurs. “We were- I met her when we were both stationed on the same base in Iraq. She was with the Americans, I was with …anyway,” he shakes his head. “We got married. She was pregnant. They made her leave her military position and we went to Spain.” He blows out a sigh. “And I found out later that she was cheating on me and the baby wasn’t even mine.”

You inhale sharply, “shit. I- I'm so sorry. That's - Wow. What a shitty thing to do. It’s - that’s monstrous. I’m so sorry Tovar-” You ramble and he cuts you off. “Pero. My first name is Pero.” He says and you nod, “Pero.” You say softly, “I’m sorry that happened to you. No one deserves that. Is that why…why you hate me? Because of my accent? My homeland?”

“She was just as stubborn as you are. Always right and having to have her way.” He shrugs. “I guess that I just don’t like women right now.” He admits after a moment. “I gave my heart to that woman and she tried to pass off the proof of her infidelity as my child.” He growls.

You shake your head, shifting closer to him to reach for his hand. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Pero. No one deserves that. I - I can understand why I triggered that anger in you. That’s unforgivable and I’m sorry someone did that to you.”

That bastard William had told him that you weren’t his ex. Pero rubs his cheek. “It’s not your fault.” He admits quietly. “You aren’t her and I shouldn’t have been an asshole to you,”

You sigh, letting go of his hand, “and I shouldn’t have been a bitch but I’ve never been good at people not giving me a chance.” You confess and sip your tea. “Can we start again?” You ask and he stares at you so you set your cup down, holding out your name. You introduce yourself, “and you are?” You ask, offering him a playful smile.

He grunts, watching you for a moment. “Pero Tovar.” He tells you. “Grumpy asshole from Spain.”

You chuckle, “great to meet you, grumpy asshole from Spain who saved my life.” You add and he shakes your hand. You stare at him, your smile fading as his grip on your hand is tight, reluctant to let go. You keep holding his hand, your eyes searching his as you keep the blankets close to your chest to keep you covered up until you let it drop, exposing your skin to his eyes.

Pero’s eyes widen and drop down to your breasts for a moment before he jerks his gaze back up to your face. “Hermosa….” He grunts, confused as to why you are showing him your body. “You don’t owe me anything.” He promises.

You nod, "I know. I- I'm not saying thank you. Well, I am. But not like that. I - I think you're handsome." You confess, "...sexy." You add and he frowns softly. "If you don't..." You trail off and reach to pull the blankets up your body, standing up on shaky legs. "Do you want a drink? I think my grandma had a bottle of brandy." You make your way into the kitchen, blanket wrapped around your body.

He thinks he’s embarrassed you and he doesn’t want that. He can’t deny you’re beautiful and he had been fighting an erection the entire time you were asleep once you were warm. Standing up, Pero pulls off his boxers and follows you into the kitchen to find you standing at your grandmother’s drink cabinet. “Do you want me to touch you, hermosa?” He asks, bracing his arms on the counter and trapping you against it, his lips close to your ear. “You are a beautiful woman, and I would enjoy finding out what makes you shake in pleasure.”

You whimper, unable to control the shiver that runs along your spine as he hovers behind you. You want him to touch you. He's been a bastard but you would be dead if it weren't for him. You understand now why he was antagonized by you and you forgive him for his barbs. You lean back against him after letting the blanket drop from your body. "I want you to touch me." You whisper, turning your head to look at him, your lips brushing his chin.

“I’m not gentle.” He warns, knowing that it’s been too long since he has touched anyone and he’s not a suave lover like Garin claims to be. He slides his hand up to grab your breast and squeezes the flesh.

“I don’t need gentle. I don’t want gentle.” You tell him, covering his hand over your breast and you squeeze a little harder. “I want you.” You add, kissing his jaw.

Pero growls, his hardening cock pressing against your ass. “Drop the blanket.” He orders, pulling you away from the counter and dragging you towards the main room. If he’s going to touch you, it will be in front of that fire so you stay warm.

You follow his order, nearly tripping over the blanket as he guides you into the living room and you whimper as he lays you down on the blankets you still have piled near the fire. You lay down, waiting for him to touch you as he kneels down near you. “Pero.” You whisper, biting your lip as you wait for him to make the first move.

He watches you for a moment before he lunges forward, his lips smashing against yours in a hard kiss. Covering your body with his and pushing your thighs apart with his knee to settle between them. Groaning into your mouth at the taste of you as his hands fill themselves with your breasts and hips.

You moan into his mouth, your hands caressing his back as he kneels over you, his hands squeezing your flesh. His tongue slides into your mouth and you eagerly grant him access with a low groan of his name muffled against your lips. Your hands slide down to his ass, squeezing and bringing him closer so his cock is pressing against your thigh.

Pero rocks against your thigh, groaning and pinching your nipple harshly. Kissing down your throat and biting down on your shoulder before he ducks his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth to bite.

"Fuck." You hiss in pleasure as he grinds against you and sucks on your nipple, paying it attention until you are swapping over to suck on the neglected one. "Shit baby." You pant, reaching between you to wrap your fingers around his thick cock.

Pero groans at the feel of your hand. It’s been so long since he’s felt any touch but his own. His cock twitches and his hips buck into your grip. He lavishes attention on you, loving the way you moan.

You twist your arm, trying to jerk him off as he surrounds you, the spicy scent of his skin combined with the smoke from the fire he started. Your free hand slides through his hair as he kisses the skin below your breast and you whimper, getting wetter with each kiss.

Pero is a harsh lover, he bites and scratches and fucks hard, but he’s also attentive. He wants his partner to feel good. To drown in him. Scattering bites over your skin, he works his way south, nipping your hip bone. “When was the last time you were devoured, hermosa?” He demands, cutting his dark gaze back up to your face.

Your chest heaves as you look into his dark eyes, hungry with desire for you and you don't remember the last time you were devoured. You shake your head, "I- too long ago. My ex...he didn't - he didn't do that." You confess breathlessly.

Pero snorts, shaking his head at your worthless ex. “Then you will remember this.” He promises. His tongue slides around your hip bone, dragging across your stomach as he settles his broad shoulders between your thighs and pushes them up to rest there. Making a show of settling in to look down at you glistening cunt. “Such a pretty cunt too.” He smirks, looking up at you again as he lowers his mouth to your folds and winking right before he dives in.

"Shit!" You squeak, thighs clenching against his head in surprise as he licks into you like a man starved. "Pero." You gasp as he flattens his tongue against your clit until he decides to suck it between his lips. Your hands tangle in his hair as you slump back to look up at the wooden beams on the ceiling.

He loves eating a woman out. Loves her taste and the way she responds to his touch and effort to make her scream. His fingers slide around your entrance for a moment and then he buries two down to the knuckle and curls up inside you.

You cry out as his thick fingers curl inside of you. Making you moan his name loud enough for the entire village to hear as you buck your hips into his face. His free hand slides up to squeeze your breast and your hand covers his, eyes squeezed shut as he laps at your clit.

Groaning into your cunt, he samples you. Tastes you like you are the finest whiskey or his precious Spanish wines. Pumping his fingers inside you to find the spot that makes your body spasm in pleasure and growling when he finds it

"Fuck. Oh shit!" You hiss, walls fluttering around his digits as he curls them to find that spot that makes you moan. Your chest heaving as you tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing him further into your cunt. "So- yes. There. Cl-close." You pant, stomach clenching.

He growls, sucking your clit in his mouth and pulling on it harshly, before he twirls his tongue around it and starts to flick his tongue over the little bundle of nerves. Pumping his fingers into you faster and harder, wanting to see how hard you break.

You fall apart within seconds. “Oh my fuck - fuck!” You squeal as you clamp down on his fingers, soaking them as you cum for the first time in a long time. Nearly pulling his hair out as you cry out.

He snarls, lapping at you faster and pushing his fingers deeper when you start to cum. Feeling you soak his face as his cock throbs against the blanket on the floor. Working and pushing you through your orgasm with the determination of a man possessed.

He pushes you higher until you have to push his head away, overstimulated, and you feel like your body is on fire from his attentions. “Fuck, I- Pero. I need you.” You beg, “let me - I need you inside of me.”

He grunts, smirking as he crawls up your body. Aching to push inside you and feel those tight walls squeezing his cock like they had his fingers.

You grab the back of his neck when he’s hovering over you to drag him down to kiss him. Your tongue slides against his to taste yourself on his mouth. You reach down to grip his cock again, pumping him as you kiss him.

Pero groans your name into your mouth, almost like a plea. Rocking his hips into your hand and lowering down so you can guide him in. When you notch him at your entrance, he bites your bottom lip as he drills his cock deep into your wet cunt.

You moan into each other’s mouth as he pushes deep in one thrust, making you cling to him as he stretches you out. He’s thick and you are certain you’ll feel him tomorrow if he’s as rough as he claims to be. You wrap your legs around him, the blankets crumpling up beneath you as he starts to move.

Pero doesn’t hesitate. Bracing his hands on the floor beside you, he starts pounding into you at a rough, hard pace. Feeling your walls giving with every deep thrust as he drives himself into you over and over, groaning over how well you are taking him. “Mierda.”

He’s rough and takes what he wants but fuck, you love it. You whine, throwing your head back and he wastes no time leaning in to bite down on the skin above your pulse. Your walls clench around him every time he pushes deep and hits something devastating inside you that no one else has found. “Pero. Shit. Oh God. I- it’s so good.” You almost vibrate as you speak, shaken by his thrusts.

Hissing, he tries to hang onto his control. Feeling it slip as he continues to rock into you. You're so fucking good and it has been the best sex he's had in ....ever. Not even his ex felt like you do. Dropping down to his elbows, he shoves his hands under your back and starts biting along your shoulder, leaving imprints of his teeth with every piercing thrust of his cock.

Each bite on your skin has you clenching around him and you struggle to maintain control until you give in. Whines escape your lips as his pelvis drops into just the right position that he’s grinding against your clit and your heels dig into his ass. “I’m gonna - oh fuck. Pero. Pero!” You cry out, clamping down on his cock and practically shaking beneath him as you soak him with your orgasm.

The shout Pero lets out is hoarse and rough, pushing deep and grinding even deeper for a split second before he is ripping free of your cunt. Panting as he realized he had not spoken with you about birth control and he could not risk filling you up. Coating your belly, breasts and thighs with ropes of his hot seed as he spits out another curse.

You pant, watching him as he pumps his cock to paint you with every drop of seed that drips from his body. His chest heaving and you stare up at him in awe. He’s incredible and you know that all your previous fighting means nothing compared to this perfect moment of bliss. “You- you could’ve cum inside me. I’m on birth control.” You tell him breathlessly, knowing it’s too late now.

“Shit.” Pero hisses, huffing slightly and dropping his head against your shoulder. “I didn’t- we hadn’t- fuck.” He grumbles, rolling off to the side and onto his back to reach off his undershirt to wipe your skin clean.

You watch him clean you up and you turn onto your side to look at him, “it’s okay. Maybe next time you could…?” You trail off, biting your lip as you wait for his reaction. Unsure if there will be a next time.

Pero smirks and nods. “Next time.” He agrees, tossing the shirt off to the side and rubs a hand down your side. “How are you feeling?”

You hum, closing your eyes with a smile on your face. “Better. A lot better. I’m warm and satisfied and - thank you again for rescuing me.” You say as you open one eye to look at him, “you’re not too bad for a grumpy asshole.” You smirk, closing your eyes again.

He snorts, rolling his eyes and sighing, “you’re not bad.” He admits. “For an American.” He adds, smirking himself as he moves his arm and nudges you slightly, seeing if you want to curl against him.

You take the hint, shifting to curl into his side and he quickly pulls the blanket over you. You sigh, breathing him in and kiss his chest, exhausted again after his rigorous fucking. You’ve turned a corner with the Spaniard and you’re interested to see how things go from now on.

****

The sunlight starts to shine through the windows of the cottage, the gap in the curtains letting in light that makes you wince as you wake up. “Pero.” You murmur, shifting to sit up and you pat the space beside you only to find the man you fell asleep with is gone. You frown, calling his name again and when there’s no response, you huff. Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, you stand on shaky legs and head upstairs to get ready for the day. Perhaps he had an early start.

“You slipped out of the house like a thief?” William shakes his head and frowns at his friend. “Why would you do that? She deserves better.”

Pero huffs and rolls his eyes, shuffling guiltily as he looks up the road towards your cottage. “She’ll be going back to America.” He reminds the Irishman. “I don’t need to be getting myself involved in that mess.”

William snorts, eyeing Pero suspiciously. “I’ve never known you to turn down pleasure. A fling of some kind. Unless you like her more than you are admitting.” Pero scowls again and shuffles, not answering.

It’s been a couple of days since you’ve seen him, which is an accomplishment in the tiny village. You are in the grocery store when old man Sawyer tells you about the village fete. “It’s the harvest festival. In the church hall. There’ll be food and booze of course.” He winks and you chuckle, wondering if Pero would be there. It’s unlikely as he doesn’t like people. “Maybe I’ll see you there.” You tell the older man as you pay for your groceries. “See you there.” He says with a chuckle and you take your bags, pondering if you’ll go to the fete.

You decide later that you won’t hide away so you get dressed and make your way over to the church hall, shrugging off your coat once you’re inside and there’s music from the local band of teenagers and various tables with food and drinks. You immediately feel eager to mingle. That is until you look around to see Pero standing there with William, his dark eyes focused on you.

“Go talk to her.” William shoves at Pero’s arm, making him stumble.

Turning, he glares at his best friend. “Amigo….” He growls, warning him not to mess with him tonight. He’s been busy trying to avoid you and here you are, looking prettier than ever.

“If you don’t, someone else will.” William warns him.

You avert your eyes, pissed off he didn’t even come to see you after he slept with you. You walk over to the drinks table, greeting Gladys who lives down the road from you and she hands you a cup of hot cider. “How are you dearie?” She asks and you sigh, “confused.” You confess and she frowns, “what?” You shake your head, “I’m good, Gladys.” You tell her and she smiles at you, nodding until her gaze shifts to behind you. You turn your head to look and your eyes meet Pero’s. “Hi.” You murmur, fingers flexing around the cup.

Pero looks at you for a moment, studying the anger in your eyes and he feels guilty, guilty for avoiding you. “You’re still here.” That’s what he comes up with to answer you. Hating it the moment it comes out of his mouth, but he won’t take it back.

You stare at him for a second, “I’m still here.” You observe, glancing around the room until your eyes meet his again. “So…you've been busy?” You ask, a little sarcastic but you’ve never been known to be timid, especially when it comes to men who run away from your bed.

“Busy enough.” He grunts, not sure why he even came over. You don’t seem happy to see him at all, not that he can blame you. It’s not like he’s gone out of his way to check in after the other day. He had convinced himself that you still hated him, and had run with it.

You nod, "busy enough to not even stay for a cup of coffee?" You ask, raising your eyebrows at him, "or was it just pity? You felt sorry that I nearly froze to death and you decided to fuck me...or was it so you could brag to William? Tell him you tamed the bitch in Fairy Lodge?" You snort, keeping your eyes on his, refusing to look away.

Eyes widening, he glances over at Gladys to see if she is listening. Shame making his face burn, and in turn, pissing him off. “Nothing could tame you.” He snorts. “I’m not a magician.”

You chuckle, “clearly you are since you made yourself disappear.” You huff, taking a sip of the cider. “If you regretted it, you could’ve just come to see me and tell me that instead of leaving me to think I did something wrong or…or I wasn’t good enough.” You finish quietly.

The sound of your voice is what makes his anger deflate. “I- you’re leaving.” He murmurs quietly. “I - I’m not a casual lover. I don’t sleep around anymore.”

“I’m not gonna stick around and be treated like shit.” You snort, “I could go back to America and deal with American men if I wanted that.” You tell him, setting down the cup of cider just as the band starts to play.

Pero narrows his eyes, hating that you are comparing him to American men. He’s not a boy who plays games, but apparently that’s what he’s been doing with you. “Fine.” He grunts, grabbing your hand. “Let’s dance.”

You let him drag you onto the makeshift dance floor and there's a few elderly couples dancing but everyone has their eyes on you and Pero. "Everyone is looking at us." You murmur and he stares at you, not looking around.

"Let them." He says, pulling you closer and you don't push him away.

"You don't care?" You ask, keeping your eyes on him.

“Why would I?” He asks. “People stare because of my scar. They stare because I’m a mean looking bastard.” He shrugs, used to the looks. “Or they stare because I’m holding the prettiest girl here.”

You offer him a soft smile as he looks at you and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. "Your scar makes you look dangerous...and sexy. And you look grumpy...not mean. And you think you are not good enough but you are...and I- I wish you would let people in to see that." You finish, cutting your gaze across the room to see Gladys smiling at you and Pero dancing.

“I'm not the man you think I am.” Pero grumbles. “I have done a lot of shitty things, even to you.” He reminds you. He doesn’t want you to think he’s some white knight when he’s not.

You look at him again, “no one is perfect. Hell, you know I’m not. I know you’re not. But…but I think you are good deep down. You’re just hurt.” You murmur, “and I know why but I didn’t - we started off on the wrong foot. We were both mean to the other.”

“We should not fight.” Pero agrees, nodding. Even if he doesn’t feel like you know him enough to make that judgment, it’s nice to have someone besides William believe in him.

“I- I’m supposed to go back to America on Monday.” You tell him quietly, wondering if he will pack your bags for you to get you out of Ireland and away from him, from his mistake of rescuing you…sleeping with you.

“Oh.” Pero frowns and swallows harshly. Knowing that he’s wasted time that he could have been spending with you and quite possibly made this better than it had been. “Big plans back there?” He asks.

“Just work and…and I don’t have to go back. I can change my return flight…or cancel it…” You trail off, “unless you don’t want an American living here full time?” You test him, wondering what his reaction will be.

“You still don’t know how to make a fire worth a damn.” Pero tells you, watching your brows pull together in confusion. “It would be hard for you to learn over there. Bet you don’t even have a fireplace.”

You shake your head as he rocks you both to the beat. “I don’t. I wouldn’t be able to make a fire…I’d definitely forget. So…I think I need to stay to make sure I learn properly. Perhaps you could teach me?” You ask him quietly, preparing yourself for him to practically escort you back to the airport.

“It’ll take a long time.” He cautions, pulling you closer to him. “I’d probably need to check on the fires during the night. Make sure you don’t burn down your granny’s cottage.”

“What a gentleman.” You smile, tilting your head towards his, “I definitely think you’d need to check on them nightly. I don’t think anyone in the village wants a fire. So…it looks like I’m staying - for fire starting purposes only.” You tease, taking a chance to kiss his neck as you lean closer.

Pero groans at the light contact of your lips, turning his head and capturing your mouth in a kiss for everyone here to see. Not caring if they do and telling them all that he wants you. Claiming you in front of them so that there are no misconceptions about what he wants. You.

You cup his cheek, responding to the kiss, and you let everyone see that you are with him. The parishioners all stare and you smile against his mouth. “Come home with me.” You murmur when he pulls back but keeps his forehead against yours.

“Are you sure, hermosa?” He asks quietly, knowing that he had hurt you the last time he had slept with you.

You nod, “I’m sure. I want you to come home with me and show me how to start a fire.” You murmur, stopping as the song comes to an end and you let go of Pero to clap your hands, waiting for his answer.

Pero smirks, willing to take a risk with you when you are also taking a risk on him. Nodding, he motions towards your cottage. “Let’s go, I need to show you a lot of things if you’re going to live in Ireland.” He grunts. “Starting with how to properly leave a party.” It’s all the warning he gives you before he bends down, scooping you over his shoulder before marching off the dance floor with you like a medieval mercenary carrying off his kidnapped bride.

You squeal, giggling as he carries you out of the hall and you cling to him as he strides down the hall. “Where are we going?” You ask as you tilt your head and notice he’s not carrying you to your cottage. “My place.” He says and you are surprised but let him continue his journey, the wind whipping cool on your skin.

You've never been to his cottage, he's well aware of that. Marching down the road and not slowing down a bit. "Best place to start teaching you is where I am comfortable." He admits, slapping your ass. "Kept expecting your granny to come out and catch me with my ass showing."

You chuckle as he sets you down so he can unlock his door. You lean against the wall as he fumbles with his keys, “she definitely would’ve told you to put some pants on.” You tease and he finally opens the door, “and what’s my next lesson?” You inquire as he guides you inside and you see the masculine but cozy cottage he lives in.

He hadn't really thought much beyond taking you home. Getting you here. He hums, his own fire slowly smoldering and the inside of the cottage warm. "Temperature control." He decides. "What to do when it's too hot."

You smirk, licking your lips as you look at him, “and what do you do when it’s too hot.” He smirks back at you, “get naked.” You nod, slipping off your shoes and you work on the buttons of your dress. “I think that’s a smart idea.”

"It is." He grunts, taking off his jacket and then lifting his shirt over his head. "Getting too hot is just as bad as being too cold." He rolls his eyes towards you. "And you know how that feels."

You glare at him playfully and you shrug your dress off, letting it fall to the floor and you move to push your tights down but Pero scoops you into his arms. “I’m still hot.” You tell him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

"Yes, you are." He won't deny that, arms coming around you and sliding down your sides to your hips. "Your panties and bra are what's keeping you hot." He murmurs.

You giggle, “yes. They are.” You let him reach behind you to unclasp your bra as you caress his chest and you lean in to kiss his clavicle as he slides the bra down your arms. You squeal when he grabs your ass, lifting you over to his sofa and he lays you down on it. “Fuck. These need to go.” He growls, pushing your legs apart so he can grab the thin material of your pantyhose and he rips them, making you gasp and wet your panties in arousal.

"Oops." Pero snorts, not even slightly sorry about ripping your pantyhose. He never understands why women wear them, although he can understand under your dress since you are unused to the chill of the Irish weather. He grins and pulls them off your feed and tosses them aside. "Need to teach you to quit wearing that shit." He grunts. "Harder to get to you."

You giggle as he drags your panties down your legs and you spread your legs further apart once he tosses them over his shoulder to expose you to his hungry eyes. “Need to see you too.” You tell him, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

"Yeah?" He lets you undo his belt, feeling like you want him and it's a thing to savor. It might be a fling, but the look in your eyes is telling him that he should trust that it will be more. "Taken with me?"

You scoff, “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, Tovar.” You tell him, working on unbuttoning his pants after you toss the belt aside. You reach into his pants to pull his hard cock out, groaning as you get to see him properly. “I want to suck you off.” You tell him, meeting those dark eyes.

"You don't have to do that." Every blow job he's had in the last few years has been begrudgingly given. Complaints about sore jaws or him always wanting head. He had stopped asking for them, stopped her from giving them if she tried to initiate and it's almost like a reflex. Nothing that can be held over his head, until he takes your wrist and realizes what he's doing. "Uh...my ex..." he bites his lips. "She would always complain about it. Or use it to guilt me into something."

You scoff, “she sounds…wow. Lay down.” You order, pushing on his chest and he nods, shifting to lay down on the sofa and you straddle him. “Too Goddamn sexy for your own good. Definitely for my good.” You chuckle, leaning down to kiss him. You slide your tongue against his until you are kissing along his jaw, down his neck, and down his stomach until you reach his cock resting against his stomach. “I want to give you a blowjob. I want to make you feel good. For nothing in return.” You promise and take him into your hand, squeezing him as you look into his eyes as you press your tongue against the slit, tasting his pre-cum.

"Shit." Pero hisses, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he opens them again. Needing to see you touch him. To see how eagerly you want to touch him. It's not all Americans that are horrible, it was his ex. She was a bad apple. He reaches down and cups your cheek. "Fuck baby," he pants, "So fucking pretty and sweet."

You hum around him as you take him deeper. Loving the way he groans and reaches down to caress your cheek. You love the way his jaw clenches and his cock twitches inside of you as you widen your jaw to take more of his length until he’s hitting the back of your throat and you gag, unused to giving head to a long cock like his.

"Pull off, hermosa." He urges, pulling your cheek up but you shake your head and continue to bob up and down on him. Making him groan as he feels the exquisite bliss of your mouth around him.

You want to make him feel good, look after him like he did looking after you when you nearly froze to death. You moan around him, caressing his chest and you bob your head a little faster.

"Hermosa...." he groans, feeling you starting to pull his orgasm out of him and he doesn't want to cum yet. He wants to make sure that you cum first. "Ride me." He begs quietly, twitching in your throat at the thought.

You won’t deny him. You pull off of his cock, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and you straddle him. His cock pressing between your folds and you are soaking wet. You look down at him and his hands immediately find your tits. You lift up to position him at your entrance and you slowly sink down onto his cock.

"Mierda." He hisses, rocking his hips up to thrust up into you. Bouncing you slightly and sinking deeper into your tight cunt. "You are so pretty sitting on my cock."

“Not bad for an American?” You tease, starting to rock your hips on top of him. Your heart pounds in your chest as you look down at him and you know you couldn’t leave. Not with this unspoken thing between you. It’s not quite love but it feels like it could easily evolve into it. You lean down to kiss him, bracing your hands on the arm of the sofa behind his head.

He doesn't answer because he wouldn't even know how to answer. It's not because you are an American, but because you are just you. His hands slide up your sides and he holds the back of your head, deepening the kiss as you start to slide your tongue against his.

You rock back onto his cock, your tongue sliding against his and your hands tangle in his hair, moaning into his mouth as you find an angle that makes the head of his cock rub against your g-spot.

“Shiiiiiiiit.” His moan is muffled and he throbs inside you. Loving how you clench down around him and he squeezes your hip with his free hand.

You moan into his mouth, rocking back onto him and he slips out of you. You whine at the loss of pleasure but he reaches down to push himself back into you and you swivel your hips to find the same angle. You soon find it and rock back onto him, getting closer and closer to cumming.

“That’s it, hermosa.” He grunts out, leaning in to bite your shoulder. He lets go of your head, reaching down to start rubbing your clit. Wanting you to cum for him before he spills inside of you,

You whine when his fingers rub your clit just right and you are close. Grinding back onto his cock, trapping his hand between you, you get closer and closer until you cry out his name. “Fuck!” You choke, clamping down on his cock as you soak him with your orgasm.

"Perfecto." He groans, rocking his hips up and driving his cock deeper into you as he takes over. Letting you collapse against his chest as he wraps both arms around you and fucks you through, chasing his own orgasm. Panting out your name as he thrusts one last time, burying his cock deep as he paints your walls with his cum.

You whimper, kissing his jaw as he pants into your ear. “Cum for me, Pero. Cum. Wan- wanna feel it.” You beg, grinding back to try and egg him on as his cock twitches inside of you.

You moan, loving how it feels to have him paint your walls with his hot seed, silently thanking your IUD as he pulses deep. You kiss along his jaw, “feels so good.” You pant, relaxing on top of him.

"Stay." He murmurs, panting as he tries to catch his breath. "I want you to stay, hermosa." He presses his lips to yours again. "I want to be grumpy to everyone else. Not you."

You nod, pressing your lips to his again. “I’ll stay. All you had to do was ask. I’ll stay and I want to see where this goes.” You tell him, kissing his chin. “You’re a grumpy bastard but you’re my grumpy bastard.” You tease, caressing his cheek. You never imagined you’d come to Ireland and find the man you spend the rest of your life with but you have and you don’t know it yet but you have a beautiful life ahead of you with Pero in Fairy Lodge.

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rubyreduji · 8 months

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us and the stars — csc

summary: sitting under the stars on the hood of seungcheol’s car puts a lot of things into perspective

tags: smut (minors dni!), fluff warnings: explicit unprotected sex, outdoor sex wc: 2.3k an: i wrote the first part of this at rehearsal when i should have been doing work LOL

part of @sunnylovespickles september candy land collab!

occhiolism - to be aware of how insignificant and small you are compared to the universe

You can feel the bags weighing down your under eyes as you unlock the door to your apartment. You don’t bother being tidy as you throw your bag onto the ground and kick your shoes off. Your back hurts, your head has been throbbing since lunch, and on top of that you can’t get the nauseous feeling out of your stomach.

Today was utter shit.

None of it would nearly have been that bad, if it wasn’t for your last meeting. It started off so well, until your boss called on you to do your report for the week. You were proud of your work but as soon as you started to give off the data to your boss, he automatically shut you down, telling you you wasted your week doing everything wrong. Then your least favorite co-worker had to make snide comments about how he’ll have to spend all of next week fixing your mistakes. You spent the rest of your day trying to keep your tears at bay as you avoided eye contact with anyone who walked past you.

Then right when you thought you were going to be able to go home, your boss pulled you aside for a long talk about your quality of work. The whole conversation made your poor mood even worse and as soon as you got into your car you finally let yourself cry, sitting in the parking lot way after hours just to let it all out.

“Love? Is that you? You’re home late.” All you can manage is a grunt as you hear Seungcheol pads out of the bedroom. He sees you slumped down on the couch and automatically moves over to you, pushing you around a bit so you slump down against him instead.

“Hi,” you mumble, no energy in your voice.

“Hi baby. Bad day?” Seungcheol drops a soft kiss to your temple.

You nod. “I’m terrible at my job. It was so embarrassing, Cheol.”

“I’m sure it’s not nearly as bad as you think.”

“My boss called me out in front of everyone!” You shout, finally finding some energy to sit up and face your boyfriend. “Then went on about how I’m putting up behind schedule and now he’ll never trust me to do anything again.”

“Well that’s not right of him…but I’m sure that this will all blow over next week. Everyone knows how hard of a worker you are, this is just one mistake, it’s not the end of the world.”

“It is for me!”

Seungcheol chuckles slightly and you can tell he thinks you’re ridiculous but you don’t feel ridiculous right now. You feel awful. This job was supposed to be your big break and now you’re messing it all up.

“C’mon.” Seungcheol stands up and offers his hand to you.

You stare at him a bit exhausted but he’s unwavering and you finally relent. Seungcheol pulls you up onto your feet and pushes you towards the bedroom.

“Change into something comfortable. If you’re not out in ten minutes I’m coming in and dragging you out.” With that Seungcheol shuts the door, leaving you alone once again.

You’re half tempted to just lock the door and crawl into bed, but a part of you is curious to see what your boyfriend has planned. You strip off your work clothes and change into a t-shirt and an old pair of sleep shorts before shuffling back out to the living room where Seungcheol is waiting with his car keys.

Before you can question him he’s tugging you out the door and to the car and taking off. Seungcheol ignores your questioning stare as he hums along to the radio. The sun is starting to set and you stare at the oranges of the sky as you try and pretend you’re not replaying your day over in your head.

When the car finally pulls to a stop, you look around to see you’re in the middle of nowhere. You frown at Seungcheol but he just grins at you and gets out of the car. You watch as he moves over the passenger side and opens your door for you.

As soon as you step out Seungcheol moves over to the hood of his car and slides on before patting next to him.

“You’re going to dent your car,” you tell him.

“Don’t be a party pooper. Get up here.”

You huff but still do as told. Seungcheol grins wide at you as he lays back and you follow suit. You look up at the sky and you suddenly realize why Seungcheol brought you out here. You finally allow yourself to take a deep breath. You release it slowly as you take in the sight above you. The sky is a deep blue, freckled with white glittering stars.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Seungcheol asks you.

You nod slightly. “It really is…” You’re completely mesmerized, all of your worries finally ebbing away.

“Those stars are trillions of miles away,” Seungcheol says. “Isn’t it crazy how big the universe is?”

“Yeah…,” you mumble. “We’re so small compared to that.”

“Exactly! The world is so big, and we’re so small. Doesn’t that put everything into perspective?”

“In what way?”

“Everything’s just so…insignificant.”

Seungcheol’s words suddenly suck your peace away as you sit up quickly. “YOU’RE SAYING I’M INSIGNIFICANT?”

You thought your boyfriend brought you out here to make you feel better, but now you feel like complete shit. You already knew you were a giant fuck up, but now you’re a fuck up that’s insignificant as well. You go to move off the car, ready to make Seungcheol take you back home and make him sleep on the couch, but Seungcheol quickly grabs your arm.

“Baby no! No! I’m saying your mistake was insignificant. There is so much going on all around us and billions of lightyears away; in the grand scale of things your one single mistake means nothing.”

“Well in the grand scale of things I’m also insignificant.” You glare slightly at Seungcheol but he just leans forward and cups your face in his hands.

“How can you be insignificant when you're my whole world?”

Your breath catches in your throat. You struggle for a moment, unable to get any words out.

“Your mistake doesn’t matter. Fuck those guys for making you feel like this, because you are the most hard working person I know. You matter though. You matter so much. Everyday I live is a good one, because I get to spend it with you. So who cares if the grand scale we’re small and insignificant, because even if we are, you’re still my everything, and there’s no one else I would rather be insignificant with.”

You feel tears start to stream down your cheeks for a second time today, but this time it’s for a completely different reason. You finally let a small smile cross your lips. You lean forward and kiss Seungcheol, not caring that you’re getting your tears on him. When you pull back you lean your forehead against his.

“When did you get so sensible?” You ask him with a small laugh.

“I wouldn’t say sensible…just insightful.”

“Whatever it is…thank you,” you tell him. “You always know how to make me feel better. I’m sorry about how I was behaving earlier.”

“Don’t apologize, we all have bad days. I just want to make sure your bad day doesn’t turn into a bad night.”

“Well you definitely did just that.” You lean in once again to give Seungcheol another kiss, deepening it this time.

Seungcheol sits up a bit so he can hover over you, pressing you down into the hood of the car. He pulls back slightly before whispering, “You want me to make this an even better night?”

“Ch-cheol!” You gasp. “We’re outside…”

“So? No one’s here. Wouldn’t it be romantic? Fucking under the stars.”

You feel Seungcheol’s fingers trail up your sides, slightly pushing up your shirt and you whine. “F-fuck, just touch me Cheol.”

Seungcheol chuckles slightly and pushes his hands all the way up your shirt, groping your chest in his palms. You feel his thigh press down against your clit and you let out a soft moan.

You feel the tension escape your body as pleasure starts to take over. Seungcheol’s mouth trails over your neck, peppering kisses and nips all over your skin. You slide your fingers into his hair, holding his head to your neck.

“Need you,” you whine, desperate and pathetic. You didn’t realize how badly you need this but now that you have it, you can’t get enough.

“Already?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” you beg.

“Of course, pretty girl. Anything for you.” Seungcheol presses a final kiss to your neck before sliding off the hood. He stands at the front end of the car, pulling you towards him so your hips line up. Seungcheol pushes your shorts down your legs until they’re only hanging off one ankle before unzipping his pants and tugging his cock out.

He jerks his cock in his fist until it gets up to full mast before reaching out to brush his thumb over your clothed clit. You can hear him hum with satisfaction when he feels how wet you already are. You let out a soft whine to signal your impatience and luckily your boyfriend takes the hint and pushes your panties to the side. You feel his blunt tip rub up against your folds for a moment before he pushes all the way in.

You let out a content sigh at the familiar feeling of Seungcheol’s cock stretching you open. HIs cock fits into you snugly, like your pussy was molded just for him. Seungcheol pushes his hands back up your shirt, kneading at your tits as he starts to slowly thrust into you.

You wrap your legs around Seungcheol, pulling him into you deeper and preventing yourself from sliding off the car. As Seungcheol picks up his pace, fucking into you more rapidly, you throw your head back, marveling in the sight of the galaxies above you as your boyfriend fills you full of his cock. Seungcheol was right, it is pretty romantic.

Seungcheol brushes his thumb over your nipple, flicking the bud and sending jolts through your body. You gasp, your eyes screwing shut. Your whole body feels like it’s buzzing as Seungcheol snaps his hips into yours, his cock slamming into your walls and driving you closer and closer to insanity.

You reach up blindly and grasp Seungcheol’s shirt, pulling him down to you. Your lips meld together with his as you put all your focus into kissing him. His body pressed down into yourself, pinning you down against the cool metal of the car. Your whole body is wrapped around him as you hold onto him to stable yourself.

Seungcheol’s soft grunts are probably the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard and despite him being fully pressed up against you, you pull him into you further, wrapping your lips around his bottom lip and sucking as hard as you can. Your boyfriend’s lips are already plump, but you have a bit of an obsession with trying to make them completely swollen. Seungcheol doesn’t mind though, in fact you know he finds immense pleasure from you sucking on his lip. The way his hips slam into you harder is also an indicator that you’re doing something right.

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you can already feel your orgasm approaching but you blame it on your stressful day and your boyfriend’s determination to make you feel better. You drag your teeth over Seungcheol’s lip before letting it go only to press your lips to his ear.

"M'close Cheollie."

“Fuck baby, cum for me. Cream all over my cock,” Seungcheol tells you. His grip tightens on you as his thrusts become more pointed, pushing straight up against your g-spot.

You whimper as you finally release all of your pent up stress from the day, letting your orgasm wash over you. You hold onto Seungcheol tightly as you shake in his arms, your boyfriend pressing soft kisses to your jaw as you do so.

At some point you register Seungcheol pulling out of you and cumming on your stomach but you don’t fully regain consciousness until a few moments later. You don’t move as Seungcheol grabs a few napkins from his glove box to clean both of you off.

After you two are finally back in normal shape Seungcheol climbs back up onto the hood (which is definitely dented now) and pulls you into his side.

Nothing seems better than cuddling with your boyfriend and stargazing but your stomach has other plans and rumbles loudly, causing Seungcheol to laugh and you to groan.

“I haven’t had dinner yet,” you say. “You dragged me away too soon.”

“Okay baby, let’s go get dinner.” Seungcheol pecks a kiss to your lips before rolling off the hood of the car. You reluctantly do the same.

“We should do this again,” you tell your boyfriend as he starts the car. “Sometime we can actually stargaze for longer.”

“I’d like that. And I’ll be sure to pack some food to bring as well.”

This time as you two drive down the road you slip your hand into Seungcheol’s and hum along to the radio with him. You glance over at him, only to see him sneaking a glance back at you. He sends you a wink before grinning and looking back at the road, his hand squeezing yours. You can’t help but smile back.

As you settle back into your seat and glance out at the sky through the windshield, you find comfort in the fact that even if you are just a small part of the big universe, you and Seungcheol still found each other, and that’s something pretty special.

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lil-quinnie · 9 months

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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

part i part ii part iii

Stepdad!Eddie x F!reader

Warnings: STEPCEST, AGE GAP (Eddie's midles 40s and Reader is middle 20s), lil angst, penetrative sex, oral sex, dom!eddie

Summary: After all these months you're over Eddie, aren't you?

w/c: 5977

picture of Eddie by: @edzmunson86

Eddie rushed inside the house, he swear he have climb the stairs in just one step trying to avoid a close door, trying to reach that fucking key, trying to reach the ticket of his freedom.

His fists were the first thing to bang at the door, loud and scary was the sound of Eddie's knuckles smashing against the thin wood of the door.

"open this damn door Nadia, i swear to god! this is crazy, even for you!!" the man shouted with all lungs, twisting and pulling the door knob.

"I give you the key and what? you are gonna run after my fucking daughter? MY HUSBAND AND MY DAUGHTER? What is wrong with you Eddie?" she shouted back, angrily.

"YOU!" he shouted louder, his head resting at the door while his fists slid through the cold wood of the door. He could feel all his muscles trembling inside his body, the hot anger crawling up his throat. The small hallway felt cold, felt big, felt crowded and empty at the same time, everything was turling around the man;

"I can't Nadia, I can't do it anymore, you took everything from me." he said with tremble in his voice. "My pride, my dignity... what else do you want?" His body still glued to the door, pushing with all the strength his slender body had. "I give you everything, anything you want... just let me go, please Nadia, i beg you"

"WHY HER? YOU FUCKING PSYCO! WAS IT SOME KIND OF SADISTIC REVENGE FOR THE TIME I CHEAT ON YOU?! FUCK YOU EDWARD, YOU ARE DISGUSTING." The woman opened the door, making Eddie fall inside to the bedroom's floor. "I hope you and that little whore burn in hell for all the harm and humiliation you are making me pass."

The woman walked past her (ex)husband, looking on with disdain as she dropped the key into Eddie's lap. "Tell her that she doesn't have a mother anymore". Eddie jumped up off the ground, consumed by the rage and hatred stored in his chest from so many years of abuse, his hand circled the woman's wrist, handling it like a doll, tucking her against the thin bedroom wall. "Like she ever have had a mother before that" he spad

"Leave her out of this" "Let me go your bastard" Nádia screamed full lungs now "if it weren't for her it would be anyone else who spends even a little time with me." he admitted "This was all your fault, your fault you hear me!? I tried SO hard to be who you wanted me to be…" Eddie pauses his words, thinking carefully about his next words. “I tried everything for you but in the end Nadia, any other man willing to get in your pants was better than me.”

Eddie let go of his wife's arm and walked through the living room , taking one last look at the house he called home.

Nadia remained static, pressed against the wall without any reaction. She didn't try to deny it or justify herself, she just let the tears flow as she listened to her ex-husband going down the stairs. “I will send the divorce papers, don’t worry, I don’t want NOTHING from you” . That being said, he slammed the door and turned the car on, driving as far as he can from the bad memories.

Four months, that was the time it took for Eddie to begin to act like the man Wayne always wanted him to be, he thought. In four months Eddie hasn't allowed himself to think about you, even when the fresh smell of your shampoo clung to the pillow he took the night he left.

He didn't think about you when some old car passed on the street and made the same noise as your car, he also didn't think about you on lonely nights, where he went over and over again the last time he saw you.

Eddie didn't allow himself to think about you, but it was the only thing he did outside of automatic.

Now, four months later in some other small town not so close to Indiana, Eddie was starting to feel at home again.

He got up every morning at 6 am, smoked a joint while still making coffee in his boxers, a cold shower and a cigarette before driving to tom's shop, some maintenance and oil changes, on a busy day, a flat tire perhaps...

Eddie liked the peace, the calm that this unknown city brought, it almost felt like home, almost...

Every night before going to bed, Eddie would try to occupy his mind with whatever hobby would keep him from thinking about you, strumming a few notes on his guitar, wasting time at a random bar, watching some bad movie... but as soon as his body snuggled into the mattress the tightness in his heart appeared.

The image of your pink face, flushed from crying flashed in his head, the sound of your trembling voice echoed in his ears.

He could taste the gall of your kiss burning on his lips every night before he went to sleep, Eddie's last thought before his body shut down was always you, you and where you were, if you were okay and if you thought about him as much as he thought about you.

The older man needed a new hobby, one that took longer than an evening to bore him.

"back to reading" he thought as he went through his morning routine.

Across town, you weren't doing much better than your ex-stepdad.

After that night, you drove nine hours back home, through the sea of tears that fell from your eyes.

You didn't believe that someone could die from having a broken heart but you could have sworn your whole body ached, your head was spinning and you could feel every piece of your heart breaking with every good memory that popped into your head like pop-up in a website of dubious origins.

You could understand why Eddie chose your mother.

Damn!! they've been married for years...

The most frustrating thing of all for you was that you let the fantasy go so far, "too far" you think.

The nights since then were all sleepless, you were lost in a tornado of feelings, anger, fear, hate, loneliness...

Loneliness, on nights like this you dreamed of being in the arms of your abominable stepfather.At the same time you wanted to grab the collar of that stupid leather jacket and shake it until he gave you an answer, a way out of the whole situation he helped create.

Anything to feel his touch, one last time. Between sighs and tossing and turning in bed, sleep came and took all your sadness with it.

10 AM, the warm morning sun broke down in rays as it met the windowpane, you could see specks of dust look like confetti dancing in the sunlight and instantly disappear into the icy shadow of another shelf.

The greatness of small things began to be part of your day-to-day life, the coffee smoke and the way it clouded just the left lens of your glasses, how the roof tiles creaked in the wind…

Today's distraction was an old oak floorboard right under your foot that made an irritating noise every time you made any movement. Convinced that fixing the squeaky floor was more important than actually doing your job, you didn't bother getting up to answer the gruff voice coming from the other side of the counter.

"Science fiction and fantasy?" the voice asked prolonging the last syllable of the sentence, "aisle 7, teenager left shelf and adult right, although I can't see the difference" you said and he could feel your mocking tone "a hard-ha" the voice said from further away from your counter.

You couldn't have cared less for the tone of the grumpy customer, too focused on the loose floor, well… the fixed floor now.

You pushed your cart full of boxes with new books by the corridors, this was the most anticipated moment of the week for you. Discover the new titles that will grace the shelves for the next few weeks.

Lately the task has become more and more difficult, your back started to hurt whenever you squatted down, your energy seemed to have been drained and the wobbly legs were part of the routine by this point.

Lost among the books, sorting boxes by genre and author, a forced cough diverted your attention to the back of a customer who had already gotten on your nerves. With a box in your arms you hurried to meet the tall man "Sorry sir, sometimes I get stuck on my own..." the sentence died in the back of your throat when you saw those same brown eyes already burning through your skin.

"Oh! fuck no!" you said throwing the box on the floor and running behind the nearest aisle of shelves.

Your head was spinning and the air wouldn't enter your nose, you could physically feel your throat closing with the urge to cry. Ringed fingers circled your wrist, drawing your attention back. Those big brown eyes reflecting your own expression through his glazed eyes.

No words were exchanged for a few moments, tears running freely down your face, out of shame and guilt. You tried to release your arm from his embrace "stop" he pleaded low, holding you tighter.

This just made you pull his arm away more fervently "let me go Eddie" you shouted, causing him to speak louder "I SAID , STOP", making you stop immediately, never having seen him angry.

"What the fuck? I'm not a monster, you don't need to run from me" Eddie said, letting go of your arm slowly, never taking his gaze away from yours.

"I don't know if I agree with that" you said under a sigh, making the man step closer. His perfume was just the way you remembered without the usual weed smell, hair in a loose bun and the typical work suit, you miss him.

Every part of your body was drawn to his body heat, and like a moth you found yourself orbiting in the light that was Eddie Munson in your life.

"Let's talk,'' he pleaded with his eyes, but his voice was always firm. "Let me tell you wha…" "No eddie'' you said, cutting the older man's sentence in half. “I have to go back to work."

The look in his eyes made you feel like a prey, he walked to the front door and locked it, flipping the sign to “close”.

"I'll deal with your boss later if I have to," the man's voice was gruff, sending shivers down your spine.

"So…" he said, leaning his elbows against the counter that barricaded you from him. "Let's talk?" throwing that smile of someone who knew he had won the first battle.

"Okay" you said between sighs, "but not here" you looked around the bookstore, without a soul inside "I can't lose this job" you finished the sentence with your eyes glued to the piece of paper you were fiddling with fingers.

Eddie felt a sharp pang in his heart, seeing you so vulnerable and scared like that, reminded him of that look.

The look that has haunted him for the last who knows how many days.

"Sure, sure babe, I mean…sure, yeah"

Eddie wrote down his new address on a piece of paper lying on the counter, touching his fingers to yours as he handed it to you. "What time do you close?" he asked, not looking away from your face.

You brought your hand back close to your own body quickly, pretending not to notice how his warm touch on your skin made your heart burn;

"6 pm"

"deal"

he said, turning his back and walking away without giving any explanation.

The rest of the day dragged on without you knowing if that had really happened or if it was just your mind playing another trick on you. It wouldn't be the first time.

In the first few months after he broke your heart, you saw Eddie everywhere… in the market, in the movies, between the shelves of endless books and in your deepest dreams, he was always there.

A few other customers, books lined up alphabetically bringing that kind of instant peace, the rumble of cars driving down the busy avenue and soon the sun had almost gone down.

You followed your routine religiously, as if a certain metalhead didn't exist, like you had all these months.

5:20 pm You put on your jacket and took your hair out of the bun that trapped the blood circulation in your head.

5:30 pm You turned off all the lights and turned off the computers one by one. adjusting the chairs and some magazines in the children's area.

5:50 pm you played with the paper that your stepfather gave you, you looked in the mirror, fat tears ran down your tired face, remembering everything you went through because of such a forbidden love, deciding that you would not go through with it again, deciding to go home. Nothing he could possibly say would change the course of this whole situation.

6:10 pm three blocks away from your work, walking through that freezing early evening wind making the sensitive skin of your face flush and all the lights turning into rays by the refraction of your tears, making it even more difficult to see ...

The familiar roar of Eddie's pick-up engine rumbling caused you to stop in your tracks, the weight of his ringed hand was what made you turn around, looking directly into those deep brown eyes for the first time since back that night.

"Sorry I'm late, sweetheart", his husky voice snapped you out of your trance, everything in that moment happened slowly, his hand guiding you to the passenger side of his pick-up, the warmth of his touch radiating down your waist everytime he squeezed your exposed skin, the smell of his perfume making you feel dizzy, the soft skin of his tattooed forearms against your cleavage as he fastened your seat belt.

The music faded in the background as Eddie drove down the small town's dimly lit road, pulling deeper and deeper into the outer part of town, stopping in a clearing that could see all the lights of the small town. He turned off the car and sighed deeply, before going down and opening the door for you

"I..I thought a neutral place would make you feel more comfortable but halfway I realized it wasn't such a good idea a...neutral place like… that" he said in a sheepish tone.

Nothing, no reaction, not bewilderment or relief or anything, nothing was what you offered the older man. Seeing that he couldn't even make a crack in the wall you created against him, Eddie decided to get straight to the point.

The city lights made his jacket buttons glow in a yellowish hue, the same hue made his eyes burn whenever your gazes met.

"Vulnerable" he thought when he saw your figure huddled in on itself whenever the wind blew a little colder.

"I fucked up" he said over a sigh "I know I fucked it up", his work boots squeaked against the stony ground, with each step he took towards you "I know I have no rights to ask you anything" he stopped in front of you, his hands slid over your crossed arms, causing your posture to relax a little and tense up even more a mere seconds later.

You thought about saying how much harm he did to you, you wanted to say that he broke your heart so badly that you could feel every day the physical effects that broken heart caused you.

You wanted to say that he ruined everyone else for you, that no one made the butterflies in your stomach fly as high as he did, that you couldn't trust anyone anymore because you were afraid that in the end you would be sent away again and again, just like he did, but you stayed quiet.

The months of remorse and rehearsed lines were silent when noticing the wet glint in the older man's eyes, he squeezed your arm lightly, trying to get your attention, without success. "I'm so sorry sweetheart"

"I" you started the sentence as a whisper, months thinking about what you would say and here you were, holding on so you wouldn't sink into the arms of the man who hurt you so badly "I can't do this Eddie, you hurted me so much"

your trembling voice betrayed you, it was SO hard to say it as was for the older man to hear such harsh words coming out of your sweet mouth.

"Please. let me fix things"

Your gaze never met his, not on purpose at least. It was too humiliating, too painful to look at him. It had been months since his face haunted all your dreams, you lost several nights of sleep wondering what you would say when you were facing him again.

Eddie's hand was now caressing your cheek, wiping away the tears you were reluctant to let fall "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I didn't know what to do at the time, I panicked" , his hand tightened on your hoodie sleeve, as if you were going to bolt at any moment.

"Please. let me fix things" he said, pulling your body closer to his, "I left her" he said, still moving your bodies closer together "on the same day, I mean" he said with his eyes glued on the floor, avoiding your expression of confusion.

“I wanted to apologize on the same day, that look you gave me... damn love, I can't get the way you looked at me out of my head"

"Eddie, take me home please" you cried

"Babe, please I..."

"Please eddie" you managed to speak between your cries, he just nodded.

The drive back to your small apartment was silent, except for sniffles from both you and the older man. Only the porch light illuminated the great darkness around your house, before going out of the car, you looked one last time at the man

"You know, eddie" making his eyes stick to yours, without a shred of hope “I could've forgiven you, if you had come after me,at all, you never came”, you could no longer control what you are feeling, it was a self-control that you still didn't have, the words were curling up in a high tone that you started screaming at him

"You let me think I was just a FUCKTOY to you, that I was a WHORE for…"

you sobbed "For loving you, and believing that deep inside your black soul, you cared about me either, and I was ok with it, I’m SO stupid" you said jumping out of the parked car without saying goodbye.

Your keys jingled against the locked door ‘cause of your trembling hands.

You just wanted to get inside your house and escape that nightmare. The sound of the door unlocking brought you relief, so focused on getting out of the cold air, you didn't hear Eddie's car door slam shut, the quick steps against the dew-wet grass, the labored breathing as if he had forgotten how to do it.

You opened your door enough for your body to fit through the gap, Eddie's heavy hand opened the door all the way, pressing you against it as he closed "What did you say?" his face contorted.

Hands pinning you against the wall, blurred vision due to tears prevented you from seeing the pained face of that man who held you as if his life depended on it "What did you just say? please sweetheart"

his hands let go of your arm, you knew his fingerprints would be all over your sensitive skin the other day

"I... I could have forgiven you if, if you"

you started to say still choking on the words

"Not that, not that part" he interrupted you

"oh..i said i said… it doesn’t matter what I said anymore” your voice sounds weak on the older man’s ears “you’re losing her again Munson” “look at her eyes, is the same look as that fucking day” “you’re losing her, you’re gonna lose her again, man up man up man up, shit shit shit”,

Eddie's thoughts were running in circles in his head, he was scared, frustrated, nervous...the words were out of his mouth before he realized what he said. His eyes widened, you could feel your mouth going dry, your knees were shaking and you could pass out at any moment “I loved you”, he said softly “I still do”.

You could feel the older man's slight discomfort as he let those words slip out, the vulnerability caused Eddie Munson physical pain but he decided you deserved to know how much he missed you too, how much he thought of you every day, how he searched for you through every town he passed.

He knew you lived nine hours away from the house of horrors, but he didn't know which city, which state... so for months he searched for you to no avail, and as a sick joke of the universe, when he stopped looking for you... the universe sends you with your cute glasses and ponytail holding a box of several copies of lord of the rings, so for this gift from the universe, for you, Eddie has decided to be vulnerable.

Eddie decided to be vulnerable.

"I know you felt it too" he said in a broken voice, your heart shattered knowing exactly what he was talking about "Before it happened..before Nadia walked into the kitchen" the man walked across the room from your grip as if he already frequented your house for years, stopping at the window and lighting a cigarette, inhaling deeply before continuing.

"We made love" his voice shook when pronouncing the word love.

The word that hadn't been part of Eddie's vocabulary for months, used so many times in the short time you've been around "I know you felt it too, i know you did" he swallowed again, resting his free hand on the window sill, his curls making a curtain , hiding the tears that shyly rolled down Eddie's icy face.

"Damn, I never felt whole again after that day" he threw his cigarette butt out the window "I love you, I loved you that day and I still do." The eyes that avoided yours at all costs now burned holes into your skin "say something babe, anything" he begged with a trembling voice.

“Fuck it” you said.

Your steps started slow and evolved into a run towards the older man, in a jump your legs passed by his waist, while you held the man's face with both hands, as if he were the most precious treasure in the world, your eyes filled with tears. matched yours.

The little lines at the edges of Eddie's eyes crinkled as he smiled. Kissing him was awkward, her forehead meeting her forehead harder than intended, nose brushing his, lips hurried and hungry chasing his "I've missed you so much, beautiful." He whispered every time their lips met in awkward kisses.

His shirt rose a little more each time his ex-stepfather's hands explored a part of his body that had not been touched for so long, that trembled for him.

His hands trailed down your exposed skin to your hips, giving you enough security to step off his lap. Eddie's lips traveled down to your neck, sucking your pulse between his teeth, leaving galaxy marks across your sensitive skin. "I missed those little noises you make for me…just for me, right?" his possessive tone made a puddle of excitement in your panties, you could only moan in response "good girl" he said. You could feel his smile against your exposed neck.

Eddie guided your bodies to the sofa, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

You could feel his erection pressed against your thigh, he could feel the heat radiating from his crotch causing the older man's heavy hands to press you against his hard cock.

"Fuck" he whispered as you rubbed your desperate little pussy on the man below you "Eddie...please, need more"

"oh! poor little thing" he laid his back gently on the sofa "so needy for daddy" he rolled his hips against yours causing you to moan desperately "please Eddie I miss you so much" he got between your legs open, forcing his cock against her wet lips "Please what girl? Use your words for Daddy, will you?" his mouth trailed kisses down the plumpness of her breast, nibbling her nipple through her thin T-shirt.

"I want you to make me feel good daddy please" your hips ground into Eddie's thigh causing delicious friction where you need it most "So desperate for my cock" the man's hands gripped tightly around your waist helping you to build up a rhythm until you’re moaning in his ear just from rubbing your covered pussy against him.

"I can't wait to fuck that little pussy of yours," he said, pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you so deep and slow you saw stars every time his tongue slid over yours, Eddie had a lot of addictions and he just found the most intoxicating one of them all:Your taste.

Your hands roamed the broad back of the man you dreamed of so many nights, Eddie's thin waist served as a passage for your hands to reach the man's chest, which was hitting hard against your soft hand "are you sure ‘bout it, baby girl?" the low voice at the foot of your ear brought you back to reality.

All of reality and the burdens of such a forbidden romance started to fall on your back, like a piñata you could feel your heart being crushed by the harsh and sad reality again.

you were about to turn your back and run as far as you could , when the older man's gentle hand cupped your face, bringing your gaze and full attention to him "Because if you're… you’re sure, I'll never let you slip through my fingers again"

Eddie's eyes never left your face, time passed slowly as your head spun around the words he so passionately offered you "I will never let you slip through my fingers again".

Your fingers tentatively tucked some of his curls behind his ear, "so pretty", you said as your hand brought the man's face closer to yours.

Spellbound by your touch, he relinquished his power to you, tired of fighting the urge to be yours.

Your lips lightly brushed against his, testing to what extent the command was truly you.

Your full lips kissed Eddie tenderly, asking for more access each time he deepened the kiss. Eddie's hands, once rigid on your body, now caressed you with love.

The kiss was without prey, unlike all the others you've had. Your hands caressed his face and he embraced you.

Eddie was a mess underneath you, his hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The man was afraid it was another one of the dreams he's had all these months and that you were going to run away from him at any moment.

"Can I take care of you, Daddy?" you asked in your sweetest voice, his adam's apple bobbed up and down as if he was swallowing the words before answering you "you...you don't have to" he said, admiring you on your knees in front of him, eyes almost begging for Eddie's dick. "please daddy i missed him"

Your fingers wandered through the zipper of the Man's pants, squeezing his erect member every now and then, drawing hisses from his mouth. You didn't wait for him to answer, letting his pants fall free to the floor.

Your icy hands on Eddie's warm skin made him shiver as you slowly ran your fingers through the man's leg hair to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down at the same speed "fuck, you are so big daddy" , you said jerking off the length of his cock, giving light cat licks in his tip, tasting all his precum.

"Oh! fuck. No teasing doll" he would mutter as you played with the tip of his cock, alternating between licking and sucking. His eyes were glazed over your face, "you are so pretty with your mouth full" he said, taking his hand to your hair, stroking it "my pretty girl" hand now behind your skull, fingers pressing your head against his extremely hard member.

“shhh, i know i know, you can take it, open wide for me baby” he slam his dick further down your trough, you whined around his big cock while he fuck your mouth in such delicious way. “oh! fuckfuckfuck” his contorted face made your thighs clenching together “such a good girl for me” his hands holding firmly around your neck, he could feel his bulge on the beginning of your throat with his thumbs.

He pulled his dick out of your mouth still circling the tip around your rosy plush lips. Your cunt was aching, screaming for attention from the man who had you in his palms.

“Please, please daddy, i need more” you cried, already cock drunk, all dumb and needy and Eddie loved it.

Eddie stroked your face and smirked "look at you" he pinched your face lightly "all dumb for my dick" he forced your mouth into a pout, forcing your lips open and spitting into your mouth "swallow" he said , the demanding tone in his voice had you moaning low before swallowing, "such a good girl for me, a little bitch who needs daddy's dick."

Eddie pulled you up, gently sitting you down on the couch.

"Daddy" you almost cried for the absence of his touch "shh shh shh, daddy is here now" he kissed your neck "I'll take care of you" his hands grabbed your body, slowly kneeling down in front of you.

He pulled some of his hair back into a loose bun, placing several kisses on your inner thigh, the heat in the pit of your belly increasing each kiss closer to her center. He sniffed your pussy over your panties "I missed your smell baby girl" he said before ripping off your panties like a wild animal.

He sank his full lips to your pussy, placing several kisses before sinking his tongue between your folds, collecting all the arousal on the tip of his tongue. Your hands scrambled through Eddie's curls, forcing his face against you "fuck daddy, just like that".

Eddie sucked your clit frantically, eliciting the most beautiful moans from your mouth, his eyes rolled back when you felt the first finger enter your tight hole, entering easily with the second finger "fuck, you’re so tight sweet angel" he said between sucks on your clit, "that's...to much daddy, I'm going to come" you moaned rubbing your pussy desperately on the older man's face

"Do that, cum all over my face" he praised you while increasing the pace of his finger thrusts, "cum for me princess, give it all to me", you pulled Eddie's hair hard, pulling him away from your pussy swollen, feeling the orgasm washing over your body.

Eddie took his fingers out of your tight pussy slowly, bringing them to his mouth lapping up all your juices before giving you the deepest kiss you'd ever shared, you could taste your sweet on the man's tongue.

Despite your wobbly legs, you kneel down in front of the man. Two of your hands went up his thigh until they reached the zipper of his pants "what are you doing, honey?" he asked, bringing his callused hands up to your face, forcing your gaze into his "returning the favor" you said weakly.

Eddie's fingers circled your lips, forcing his thumb inside your mouth "as much as I miss that mouth of yours" he removed his finger causing a "pop" noise from your lips "I need to be inside you".

In one movement he pulled you off the floor and laid you down on the couch again, quickly undoing his pants and boxers. You could feel Eddie's hard cock against your soft skin, his mouth attacking your neck and cleavage "can I take that off you?" he said holding the hem of your shirt, you just nodded and he pulled the shirt tight, leaving your perfect breasts exposed to him.

He watched your figure for a few minutes, admiring every part of your body completely exposed. "Look at you" he whispered contouring your body with his fingertips "so beautiful for me", you felt your cheek burning at the same intensity as your center burned.

"Please Daddy" you begged.

Eddie forced himself between your legs, spreading them gently with his hand on your knee. With his free hand he jerked his length, collecting your arousal with the pink head of his cock.

He slowly thrust inch by inch of thick cock inside your pussy, the sensation of enlargement was deliciously burning your walls, once all inside you, Eddie let out a brutal moan "oh! holly...mother of god fuckfuck", the man's lack of movement had you buckle your hips against his cock "greedy, huh?"

He started to fuck you, his body all over yours, your world felt complete with you connected.

His cock slowly fucked you as Eddie whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You became a puddle in the hand of the man who months ago broke your heart.

His cock assaulted your little hole with fervor. you could feel the head of his cock opening your walls, creating space to accommodate his thick cock. You could feel it, just like that night, Eddie was making love to you.

No rush or fear of someone opening the door, and for that moment, that love didn't seem so forbidden. He pulled you out of your thoughts with his thumb on your clit, massaging in the same rhythm as he was fucking you "cum for me again baby I know you can" he kept abusing you until you smeared his cock all over with your cum "fuck, hot as fuck" he worshiped you as he fucked you for your orgasm.

Eddie sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap, your back against his sweaty chest.

He kissed your neck and nibbled lovingly "Do you want to return the favor, baby girl?" he whispered in your ear, you stupidly agreed, "sit on daddy's cock" he guided you to his cock by the waist "make daddy cum" and sunk your pussy into his cock.

You moaned loudly, starting to sit awkwardly on your ex-stepdad's cock trying to adjust the position, looking for more support.

He held you by the waist giving you all the support you needed to fuck your pussy on his dick, Eddie was already a mess underneath you "where...where can I come?" he cooed "inside I want to feel you oozing please daddy" you sat more fervently as he writhed trying not to come yet "fill my pussy with cum daddy" you kept begging.

Eddie slammed into you, spilling all of your mingled fluid down his quivering thigh.

You settled into the older man's lap, hissing as his cock left a void in his pussy.

You held his face with both hands, in a tender way. His eyes examined every mole, every wrinkle on the face of the man who had his heart full. Dipped in those brown pools that were Eddie's eyes "I love you" you said, Eddie just kissed you back "I'll never get tired of hearing that".

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modanisgf · 2 months

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1. MAGNETIC (WRITTEN)

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warning(s): profanity, main character gets hurt

“bye dani!” y/n says as danielle drops her off at her house.

“bye!” dani waves, leaving as soon as the front door shut. making her way down the street, as she only lived a bit away from y/n.

danielle decided to check in with yunjin before she went home, knowing the girl was on the clock.

dani opened the door of the deli, pleased to see yunjin at the register.

“hi yunjin! how’s business?” she asks, yunjin sighing.

“it’s been good, but i would really love to go home.” yunjin says, danielle nodding.

“when are you off the clock?” dani asks.

“in about thirty minutes, why?” yunjin asks.

“you wanna go to the old subway station with me?” danielle says, grabbing chips and an orange drink.

“i’m so down.”

shortly after, the two girls found themselves standing before a wall spray paint cans beside them.

“damn, it’s been a while since i’ve been here. your arts getting crazy good dani.” yunjin says, making danielle smile.

“it’s a work in progress, i still wanna get into that art school when i graduate.” danielle says.

“you still going for music?” she asks yunjin.

“yeah, but my parents aren’t exactly on board with it. they think i’ll go bankrupt.” yunjin scoffs.

“i mean it’s your life, and i don’t think you will. you’re good at what you do.” danielle says.

“thanks.” yunjin says sheepishly.

“you’ll be alright, don’t worry.” danielle reassures.

“anyways, pick whatever u want from other there and get started.” danielle says, yunjin nodding.

the silence between the girls was comfortable, the only noise coming from the entrance being cars driving by on the roads.

“hey dani?” yunjin perks up, causing danielle to look at her.

“yeah?” dani asks.

“you ever gonna confess to y/n?”

“huh—“ danielle starts, getting cut off immediately by a spider climbing her arm. the spider bit her quickly and disappeared, causing the girl to grimace in pain.

“hello? danielle?” yunjin calls out to her, finally turning towards her as she runs over.

“holy shit are you okay?” yunjin asks.

“what the hell happened?” her eyes diverted down to dani’s wound, eyes widening at the sight.

“oh shit, we gotta get out of here.” yunjin says.

“wait but i still need to—“ danielle groans at the pain, she didn’t know what spider bit her but she really hoped it wasn’t a poisonous one. though with this pain, she wasn’t even sure.

yunjin had packed up all of danielle’s equipment quickly, making her way back over to the girl.

“can you walk?” she asks.

“i don’t think so.” danielle sighs.

“c’mon.” yunjin says, now carrying danielle on her shoulder. yunjin hoped y/n wouldn’t be miraculously outside once they walked down her and dani’s street, she would never see the light of day again.

finally, they arrived at danielle’s house. yunjin sighs in relief, “do you have your keys?” she asks.

“yeah.” dani says, handing her keys to yunjin.

the girl unlocks the door soon after, praying that danielle’s parents wouldn’t be waiting there for them, she wasn't ready for that to be their first conversation. noticing the empty living room, yunjin carried danielle to there, dropping her off on the couch.

“i’ll be right there, i’m gonna go find your first aid kit.” yunjin says, danielle only being able to nod in response.

the pain was so excruciating, danielle wished she was able to identify the type of spider that bit her. she was horrified it was going to be bad.

yunjin came back rather soon, the girl immediately tending to dani’s wound.

“okay, you should be good now.” yunjin starts, “just take it easy and rest.”

danielle nods before laying her head down on the couch, “see you tomorrow?”

“see you.” yunjin says before leaving the house.

dani stared up at the ceiling a bit before finally drifting off to sleep, the quietness soothing her.

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Thinking about what it must have been like for Harry to return back to his place of living after the case is solved.

I've only ever beat one run of Disco Elysium, so I'm not sure if we ever see the place Harry lives or anything of that nature-- but god, the idea of it breaks me. I was lucky enough to have saved Kim my first run thru, so I reflect my own personal expirience when thinking about this.

I'm sure Harry would immediately be put on medical leave by Captain Pryce, the poor guy can barely walk, he's actively bleeding out all over himself as he trepidates the snowy terrain of the deserted island.

I would imagine him being dropped off, with a frittte bag in one hand and a froggy cap in the other-- perhaps Kim drops him off, but he doesn't stay. This rediscovery of home is a journey Harry has to explore on his own, to feel comfortable in the reclamation of his own privacy. Like touching your own body to make sure all the pieces are still there.

Maybe Harry is renting out an old, run-down, one story house tucked away somwhere in Central Jamrock, dilapidated and dying-- the ivys corpses curl around the drywall of his house, mold grows at the corners of the front door, a dead wasp nest hangs overhead of the front porch. Rotten wood creaks under snake skin heels. He runs his fingers above the frame in an act that feels familiar, instinctive even, and he finds the spare key.

God, what would it be like inside? To see the rotting corpse of a home, eaten from the inside by your own vices? And then, to clean out the rooms and bring it to life again? To invite friends, lovers, and animals back into the saftey of a place you once made a horror show. The parallels of self-recovery starting at the ability of being able to fold your own bedsheets.

Harry Du Bois makes me emotional.

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n4giism · 8 months

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ romanticist by yves tumor ࿐ྂ

reo mikage x fem!reader

content: you fell sick and reo spoils you with acts of service, helping you with every little thing - feeding you, cooking for you, etc. mentions of nagi a bit cause what is reo without nagi and vice versa :3

ari's note: plsplspls man's so in love w u that he wants nothing but ur comfort and safety. he prioritises you over anyone, himself included :( he's so cute omd i love him sm

waking up from your slumber, you felt feverish. your body feeling hot but cold at the same time. shuffling around your bed, you reached for your phone on your bedside table, it was already 11am.

that explains the hundreds of messages from your beloved boyfriend, reo mikage.

"y/n??? whr r u?? r u ok?? not coming to school?" were some of his texts.

you were so sick, that you didn't even wake up for school despite the hundreds of alarms you had set the night before. groaning in pain, you sat up and texted back.

"sick, i overslept. not coming to school :,) sorry reo ily"

you hit send and used all your strength to get up and go to the kitchen to find a thermometer and medicine. the floor was cold, the sun was shining in through your windows. as you were searching the kitchen cabinets, your phone pinged multiple times. they were all texts from reo.

"omg ok :( i miss u alr im pretty sure nagi misses u too lolol i'll come over after school to look after u mkay" he texted.

after a few hours of loneliness and quiet, there was a knock on your door. you were cuddled up alone on your couch, watching a movie. medicine, water and other snacks were on the coffee table in front of you within your reach. you didn't move much, only getting up throughout the day to go to the bathroom or to get more snacks from the kitchen.

keys jingled and your door opened, revealing your lovely purple-haired boyfriend. with him was some plastic bags full of food and other items he deemed necessary for your recovery.

"helloooo, my looove! i missed you so much! how are you feeling?" he asked, cheering as he kicked his shoes off and placed them neatly on the shoe rack. he made his way over to you, dropping the bags on the floor and cupping your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your nose - to which you scrunched your nose at.

reo loved to kiss your nose, he thinks it's so cute and intimate.

you leaned into his touch, happy that he's finally here to pamper you.

"i missed you too, reo. i'm still a little sick, but i already ate some medicine so the fever is dying down. i've just been resting here."

he let go of your face and grabbed the plastic bags he had dropped earlier, then proceeding to sit beside you on the couch, "i brought you your favourites! and some of my old clothes for you to wear since i know you love to wear my clothes. you even choose to wear my clothes over expensive designer clothes!"

it was true, reo loved to buy you expensive clothes, perfumes, shoes, bags, and whatnot. he loved to spoil you. and you were beyond thankful for it, but you ultimately loved his clothes because, well, they were his, and they smelled like him.

your eyes brightened at the snacks he brought. but more importantly, you were happy your boyfriend was so caring.

reo's eyes directed to the ramen cup noodles in front of you on the coffee table. his eyes widened in horror.

"have you only been eating ramen noodles since you woke up?" he glanced at the clock, "it's already 6pm. you've been eating noodles for the past 6 hours?!" he gasped.

you giggled at his dramatic reaction.

"no, this won't do. i'll cook something for you, okay? what do you feel like eating?" he asked urgently. he was truly like a mother.

"hmm, ramen." you teased and he pouted, "noooo, my love. you need food, not instant noodles."

"i'll cook you some curry and rice. i saw a recipe online recently, i can try making it for you.” he pondered to himself.

reo gave you a kiss on the nose again before getting up to cook the curry in your kitchen. he practically lived here, he knew where all the ingredients are and where the pots and pans are. he lived in an expensive home with his parents, a lovely house that many people dreamed of living in - but at the end of the day, to him, home is wherever you are.

and right now, he felt so domestic, cooking for his sick girlfriend and doing her chores like washing dishes. the tv show you were watching was blaring in the background as reo cooked in your open theme kitchen which was conveniently placed next to the living room where you were. the layout of the room allowed him to keep an eye on you as he cooked.

soon, the aroma of curry filled the house and you perked up from your seat on the couch, seeing reo’s back facing you as he washed the pots and spoons he used.

he looked so manly. his shoulders were broad, and he was very tall. his hair was tied back into a bun, and the black shirt he wore was almost a size too small for his toned body. his clothes and demeanour completely opposed the silly pink apron he had tied around his waist. you found yourself staring in awe at his back. your heart fluttered.

you found yourself unconsciously getting up from your seat on the couch. the blanket that wrapped your body long discarded. you made your way over to where he was standing in the kitchen and slowly wrapped your hands around his waist. he jolted in surprise.

“woah, you scared me. you okay?” he asked after realising it was you. he resumed washing the dishes and continued to let you embrace him.

“i’m okay. i just wanted your warmth.” you mumbled against his back. reo’s breath hitched a little at the sudden confession, but he secretly liked it - he liked everything that’s going on right now. you hugging him, inhaling his scent, arms wrapped around his waist. having you so close to him where he can practically hear how loud your heart was beating from this intimacy you shared.

the two of you stayed like that until reo was done with washing the dishes. he dried his hands on a dry cloth and turned around to face you.

your hands were still locked around his waist. he looked down at you, with a dreamy look on his face. you looked up, chin resting against his chest and he couldn’t help but giggle at how cute you looked right now in his eyes.

“eat, okay? while the curry is still warm.” he flashed a smile at you and your heart fluttered.

reo is so handsome, you thought.

he instructed you to sit on the couch while he prepared you a portion of the food he had cooked. soon, he walked to you with one bowl in hand and took a seat on the couch.

“here. aaaaahhh,” he said as he took a spoonful of rice and curry, bringing it to your lips.

“reo? what are you doing? i can feed myself.” you giggled, leaning away from his hand. he raised an eyebrow, as if what he was doing is obvious. like you should know what he’s doing.

“what else am i doing? i’m feeding my lovely beautiful girlfriend who’s sick and needs my attention, of course!” he answered, “now c’mon! open up!” he insisted raising the spook to your lips again.

you chuckled and let him feed you. it wasn’t rare for reo to feed you - even when you’re in the pink of health, he always insisted on feeding you.

“at least let me feed you the first bite, then you can eat on your own.” he would say everytime he cooked for you.

now, you were focused on the present moment, treasuring this time when he fed you, cooing at you like you’re a baby - his baby. he just loved taking care of you.

after you had finished your meal, he put the bowl in the sink and cleared up the table in front of you - even sweeping the floor and taking out the trash.

“alright, my love. it’s 9pm, time to go to sleep.” he mumbled, seeing you nod off to sleep on the couch.

he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, where he gently placed you down. he kissed your forehead and your nose, whispering “good night” and was about to leave the room to clean the kitchen some more until he felt you tug on the hem of his shirt.

“reo… please stay..” you muttered, half asleep but still wary of your surroundings.

“love, i need to clean the kitchen and wash up. i’ll join you when i’m done, ‘kay?” he replied softly, to which you whined at.

“hm, if you really insist,” he said, trying to act nonchalant - but it was no secret he enjoyed being needed by you, it was evident by the blush on his face. but of course, you didn’t need to know that. it’s not like you’ll know anyway, the room was dark. the only source of light was from the hallway that creeped into your room through the gap, and from the moonlight that seeped in through the window. you weren’t even conscious enough to notice the red on his cheeks and ears.

reo found himself tangled in bed with you, feeling you curl up against him. he found himself patting your back rhythmically, almost like patting a baby to sleep. well, you were his baby either way. he felt so ecstatic now, cherishing this moment with you. the soft snores that escaped your lips, the sound of your breathing, your hair that tickled his face and neck, everything about you, he absolutely cherished and loved.

in the comfort of the night, reo couldn’t help but fall asleep with you. you are his home, after all.

reo felt so incredibly lucky to have the honours of taking care of you. but the truth is, you felt even luckier to have a caring and kind boyfriend like him.

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judyfromfinance · 5 months

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See You Again

(Heimdall/Reader SongFic)

I’m trying to jump back into writing for my boy again. This song has been stuck in my head and it’s so beautiful that everyone needs to hear it. This will be like an AU to my long fic “Olden Times. Modern Thinking.” It’s the same reader but anything that happens in this fic does not impact the main storyline. It’s just supposed to be a cute lil thing for y’all.

Special shout out to my queen @engardeitsme for always slaying the writing scene and being a big inspiration for me~

The song is See You Again by Tyler, The Creator ft. Kali Uchis.

You live in my dream state.

Relocate my fantasy.

It was so reckless of you to have followed Atreus to Freya’s old abandoned home. And even more so when you jumped through that vortex of ravens. When you realized they dropped you both off at the top of the wall instead of the outskirts of Asgard you knew things were going to be different than the game. Especially when you lifted your head and found yourself staring directly into the most beautiful violet galaxies to bless this world. Thank god for Santa Monica Studio.

“I don’t know who that is, but I assure you… they have nothing to do with my godly appearance.” Heimdall preened after reading your unmitigated thoughts. You should probably try to keep your thoughts under lock and key.

“You can try but I think we both know that won’t work.” He smirked down at you after he offered you a hand. Only one more thought crossed your mind as you could feel his unadulterated godly power beneath his skin. If he had wanted to, all he had to do was pull a little bit more on your hand and you’d be down an arm. Oh fuck.

Heimdall’s eyes filled up with mirth as he let go of your hand, perhaps a bit more gently then he had grabbed it.

“Yes, ‘oh fuck’ indeed.”

I stay in reality.

You live in my dream state.

It was, to put it mildly, fucking annoying to have someone be able to read your every thought. Especially when that person was a dickhead like Heimdall. Why was that prick allowed to be gorgeous? Like who gave him the right?

“You know it’s honestly quite pathetic how often your thoughts linger on me. Though I can’t blame you. I am, oh how did you put it…” he took a bite of his apple as he failed to look like he was actually thinking. “… oh right, gorgeous.” He tossed his half eaten apple aside as he smirked down at you. Eyes crinkled with amusement. You rolled your own as you shot back your own retort.

“You know it’s honestly quite pathetic how often you linger around me. Though I can’t blame you. You probably don’t get many compliments do you?” You uttered, trying to mock him. His mouth fell into a flat line as he walked closer towards you. He bent down to be closer to your height. Your eyes fell to Gjallarhorn before you quickly moved them back to meet his eyes as you made a conscious effort to not think about the game you were currently residing in. Their future.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes before immediately rolling them and standing back up to his full height. He immediately turned and walked away but not before slightly turning his head back towards you as he threw out the first backhanded compliment he’s ever given you.

“No need to be so feisty. All though your nothing compared to all the goddesses I’ve seen, you’re not too bad. For a mortal.” Despite being no where near nice, you felt your face heat up anyways. God he’s such an ass. And you fucking like him.

2020 2020 vision.

Cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision eye…

It’s been a week. A full week of being stuck in Asgard doing fuck all as Atreus went and did his little magic lessons with Odin. You tried to help out the staff here and there but it seemed they didn’t want you to. You couldn’t tell if it was because they saw you as a guest and therefore shouldn’t be doing chores or because they saw you as human and therefore were inept at even doing chores. Either way, you were stuck with nothing to do. Occasionally Thrud would show up to hang with you but for the most part, she also had her own things to do. So that left you alone with your thoughts.

Heimdall would often come by to annoy you. But for some reason his teasing had become more bearable. You can tell it was all on his part too. His snide remarks would hit less. He’s even slowed down on the constant reading of your thoughts. Though you don’t understand why. You huffed as you sat down on a bench just outside of a field of crops. Your mind began to wander to your home. And of all the things you were missing as your brain filled this void with music.

“…wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind.”

The song and the beautiful music video played in your mind as you lost yourself to the beat, not knowing someone was watching it with you.

The video began to shift in your mind as you thought about the past week. Heimdall taking you on patrol so he could keep an eye on you, or so he says. You wondering out loud in the silence on why he would need to keep such a close eye on you, a measly mortal. Him not giving you an answer as he crossed his arms and looked over the New Midgard settlement. And that non-answer being answer enough for you.

You trying to find Heimdall in the humdrum of Gladsheim. Thinking about how maybe if you thought about him hard enough he might show up and whether or not that constitutes as praying. Heimdall showing up immediately after, answering your question that yes at least for him, it counts as praying. Heimdall then trying to poke fun at you by saying how none of your friends had time for you but never got to it as he saw in your mind that for some reason you came looking for him first. You frowned up at his frozen face as he backtracked and instead said if you had nothing better to do then at least be useful and help him brush Gulltoppr.

The past immediately transformed into the future in your minds eye as your heart beat quickened with images of what’s to come. Kratos, the intimidating yet kind god who took you in, pummeling Heimdall’s face into the ground.

Heimdall grasped his throat as these images played in your mind. The God Killer once again living up to his name as he squeezed the life out of him. Heimdall didn’t want to believe that was him on the ground. Couldn’t believe he was covered in his own blood. Missing an arm even. These images flashing through your mind seemed too real to be just visions of a potential future. It’s like you’ve witnessed them before. He noticed in this vision that you weren’t there when it happened. In this image you were holding onto some strange device. Your thumbs moving these strange black levers as a blue light emitted from it. There was a strong connection between you and Kratos in that moment. But before he can try to figure out what exactly was happening your mind warped once more.

You now were thinking about ways to alter this future. What could you say? What could you do? Is there anything you could do to persuade Heimdall that you didn’t want him to die? That for some ungodly reason, you actually like him and believed that he could be more than what his father wants him to be.

Heimdall felt a wave of emotions crash over him as he stared into the back of your head. He listened carefully to the next words you sung under your breath, hoping the breeze would carry them away from you, along with all the emotions tied to them. The breeze instead carried them straight to the man, the god, they were sung for.

“Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?…”

Heimdall then wondered in his very long, very loyal life… if he was truly doing the right thing. He glanced towards the sky as black feathers danced together. Almost mocking him with the simple fact that he would never be able to dance with you. Not in the way you’d want him too.

“…I said I’m ‘bout to go to war. And I don’t know if ima see you again.”

No. Heimdall wouldn’t let you go to war. This war was his to fight in and his alone. He couldn’t be with you in the way he desperately wanted to. Lest you both face the ire of the All-Father. But he will make sure that you stay safe.

Heimdall turned on his heel as he left you to think. After all, he was given a mission by the All-Father. Shouldn’t be too hard, it’s only in Vanaheim after all.

Just a short and cute lil oneshot to get back in the groove~ (о´∀`о)

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#See You Again #Heimdall/Reader SongFic #heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok x reader #heimdall gow x reader #god of war x reader

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cirrus-ghoulette · 1 year

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Too High

Rating: General

Word count: 1,917

Summary: When the ghouls point out that Copia smells really bad after a Ritual, he realises that something is wrong.

Key tags/warnings: Diabetic Copia, usage of medical instruments including needles, blood

It had been on his first tour as a Cardinal.

They were still getting used to life together on tour. Living in close quarters, having to learn to share, long days of travelling being capped off by high energy rituals. Getting used to being around ghouls and their instincts had been a BIG adjustment for Copia. He was slowly adjusting to all the growls and hisses and posturing.

They'd just finished their first New York show, and they were back on the road on the same night, heading for Ohio.

The ghouls had changed out of their uniforms and into loungewear. Copia had noticed that their clothes seemed to be communal, as Rain was wearing a hoodie clearly too big for him, and Cumulus was wearing a crop top that looked a bit too well-fitting to be hers.

Copia himself was dressed in a pair of jogging bottoms and an old ABBA t-shirt, the logo now faded on it. As he walked out of the master bedroom on the bus, he caught the sound of Swiss talking.

"Eugh… Something stinks of absolute shit."

Well, that was nice.

Copia quickly sniffed himself, and yes, he'd remembered to put on deodorant and his ghoul-approved cologne. He frowned.

Then, he walked through to the lounge, where all the ghouls were draped over the sofas. They looked up at the sight of him, and Swiss still had a look on his face that Copia was sure would stick if the wind changed direction.

"Eh…" He looked over his pack, then clapped his hands together, needing to give them a rousing speech after such a good performance. "Wonderful show tonight. Very good, I liked the… Guitar duel, with the- the New York song, very fitting." He nodded to Aether and Dew, who were sat shoulder to shoulder. Dew had his hoodie pulled up over his mouth and nose, like a mask. "And my beautiful lionesses!" He turned to the pair of ghoulettes, Cirrus in Cumulus' lap. "What dulcet tones you sang, what powerful chords you hit." He leaned forward to cup Cumulus' cheek, and she went to flinch away before stopping herself. She leaned into the touch, though her face was one of someone who had just sucked on a lemon.

Copia frowned.

"Alrighty. There is something going on here." He waggled his finger at the group. "What is it?"

"Don't know what you're talking about, Cardinal." Dew shrugged, pulling his hoodie strings so that the hood closed around his face.

"There is clearly something that is the matter. Is someone in heat? I believe it's the smell that's making you… All funny, si?" He put his hands on his hips, not unlike a stern mother, willing to wait out the group.

The ghouls went silent. They stared at him. He stared back, a disapproving eyebrow raised.

Eventually, Rain spoke up. His nose was buried in the crook of his forearm. "We… We think it might be you, Cardinal." He said softly, almost too quietly to hear. "Sorry."

"Me?" Copia's jaw dropped. He sniffed himself again. "Ghouls, I smell fine. I have had a shower, I have dried, I have put on more deodorant and the cologne that your pack picked out for me. The one that you specifically said made me smell nice. How can I smell bad?"

"I'm sorry… You do smell really bad." Mountain winced, his hand twitching to grab the Febreeze from the counter a few feet away.

"I do not!" Copia snapped defensively.

"You really do." Dew groaned, behind the cocoon of his hoodie. Even Aether had covered his own nose and mouth.

"Cirrus…" Copia pleaded, crouching to look her in the eyes. The one ghoul who didn't wear an expression like he'd just rolled in hot garbage. "I don't smell, do I?"

"Um…" She shifted in her seat, gave Cumulus an uncomfortable look. Cumulus shook her head, letting Cirrus deal with this one alone. Cirrus glared at her, her upper lip twitching in a warning snarl, just for a moment. "You… Uhm…" She licked her lips. "You don't smell amazing right now, Cardinal, to tell you the truth." She grimaced.

"Fuck!" Copia growled, standing back up to full height. "What is it, then? What has caused this- this sudden aversion to my smell?"

"Smell weird." Dew supplemented in an almost peurile tone.

"Thank you." He grumbled, the words dripping with sarcasm. "'Smell weird' how?"

"It's hard to explain." Aether huffed, a wince etched on his face from the scent alone. "We don't think it's your cologne. Uh… You usually have a pretty generic smell around you? Like ozone, almost?" He shrugged, dropped his hand to sniff the air, then quickly shook his head in aversion to the scent and clapped his hand back over his nose and mouth. "Sathanas. But now you just smell sweet. Really sweet. Sickly. It, uh. Isn't nice."

"Hot garbage comes to mind." Swiss muttered, and received a slap behind the ears by Rain for that.

"Hot garbage?!" Copia yelped, holding his hand over his chest, as if he was emotionally wounded. "What do I need to do? Do I need to shower, or- or-?"

"It's underneath." Mountain said. "Like this bad scent is woven into every fibre of you. I don't know how long it'll last, but- we really want your normal scent back."

"Hmm." Copia sat down on the edge of the sofa. Rain moved away from him. Thanks. "You say that I have quite a neutral scent usually?" He asked. The ghouls nodded.

"I think it smells like a fresh breeze." Mountain nodded. "It's nice. Nothing like how you smell right now. Sorry."

"And now I smell like…?"

"If a human kit ate their body weight in candy and then threw it all back up." Dew nodded. Now it was his turn to get a quick flick behind the ears by Aether. He hissed at the larger ghoul in response. "What? Just telling the truth."

"You don't have to be such a dick about it." Aether grumbled.

"I smell sweet..." Copia murmured. Then, his eyes widened. "Oh, shit." He breathed. He was up in a second, speedwalking through to the bedroom.

"Told you he'd forgotten deodorant." Swiss scoffed.

Copia was back a moment later, carrying a small black bag, cursing at himself in Italian. "Uomo idiota, come hai potuto dimenticare? Stupido, stupido…" He hissed under his breath, then sat down on the sofa again.

All the ghouls looked at him curiously, but their hands and hoodies and sleeves were still hiding their noses and mouths.

Copia unzipped the bag and dug through it, taking out a small black device, a yellow container, and a pen-looking thing. He placed a paper strip from the bag into the device, then put it to the side. The ghouls were intrigued now.

"What's that?" Cumulus finally chirped.

"Oh, it is, ehhh…" Copia trailed off, uncapping the pen and pressing it into the side of his fingertip. The pen clicked, and Copia withdrew it with a flourish. On the side of his finger was a perfect bead of blood. "It is…"

Rain chirruped, his pupils blowing wide at the sight of the blood just sitting there on Copia's finger, ripe for the taking. He licked his lips, then grumbled as Swiss held him back.

"Ehhh…" It turned out Copia wasn't a good multitasker. He was focused solely on wiping the droplet of blood onto the white card of the device, Cumulus' question going unanswered. He sucked on the tip of his finger as the device flashed, then beeped three times. "Ah, shit…" He whispered.

"What's wrong?" Aether asked. "What is it?"

"Blood sugars." Copia shifted the bag and all its paraphernalia off of his lap and onto the counter. He deposited the tip of the pen in the little yellow bin.

He popped his finger out of his mouth and checked to ensure it had stopped bleeding, then wiped it dry on his leg. "That will be why I smell so terrible to you ghouls." He stood and walked over to the kitchenette, rooting through the minifridge. He came back with a small glass vial with a silver cap.

"I don't get it." Dew said. Like Rain, he, too, was staring at the test strip, saturated in Copia's blood. He wanted to steal it.

"I'm diabetic." Copia gave a small shrug. "Though I don't tend to announce it to the world. Showing weakness is not good when I am climbing the ranks, you know?" He sat down again and started digging through the bag. He brought out a capped syringe and an alcohol pad and lifted his shirt, revealing his soft belly. He ripped open the packaging on the wipe, felt around his stomach for a second, then wiped over the perfect area. "But it is useful for you all to know, since I am in close quarters with you."

"I don't think I've ever seen a diabetic human before." Rain hummed, tipping his head to the side as Copia uncapped the syringe and drew up some of the liquid from the vial into it.

"Seen a few siblings." Dew answered non-committally. He was too busy focusing on what the cardinal was doing. "With needles and blood and stuff. They fucking stink too, now that I think about it."

"Mm, yes, thank you. I was a bit high." Copia nodded to the glucose monitor sat beside him, then tapped the syringe until all of the bubbles escaped it. Then, he turned to the side, hiding himself from the ghouls as he pinched the fat of his belly with one hand and injected himself with the other. He let out a soft hiss, then slowly withdrew the needle. "Done. I should start smelling better soon, I hope."

"That's it?" Cumulus asked, peering around Cirrus as Copia deposited the needle in the container and started to clean up. "How often do you have to do that?"

"Oh, ehhh… Depends. I had a big dinner tonight, but I clearly didn't burn it all off while performing. I'll try harder next time." He chuckled, patting his belly. "I check my blood, eh, five, six times a day? It depends how I am feeling, si?"

"And the injection, do you do that every time?" Cirrus tipped her head to the side like an intrigued puppy. "Can we help?"

"Oh! Ah… I only inject when my sugar is too high. You can probably smell it on my breath, too. Not that I would like to smell my breath, if I were you." Copia tutted, zipping the bag up. "Help? Well, I am pretty well versed in checking my bloods and injecting myself nowadays, but, eh… If you could warn me. When I start smelling bad again. I would appreciate it, si?"

"We can do that." Swiss nodded. He'd stopped covering his nose. "You're already smelling a little better."

"Don't let me get that bad before you make me aware. Though I am offended that you say I smell like 'hot garbage', if you warn me early, I can check and make sure the smell goes away al momento. It will be better for all of us. I won't smell like shit to you, and I won't end up in a hyper."

"We'll prewarn you, Cardinal." Dew nodded, rather seriously for his usually bouncy and stompy ghoul. "Now that you don't smell as bad, you can come cuddle us, if you wanna."

"Ghoul." Copia smiled fondly. "I would enjoy nothing more."

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #my works #bun's fics #diabetic copia #cardinal copia #aether #dewdrop #dew #swiss #cumulus #cirrus #mountain #rain

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:1

My finger slipped...whoopsie...

Hi my loves! Welcome back to my Sugar Mommies Universe and a big welcome back to our lovely Trio!❤️

Updates (hopefully) will be every Sunday, 9pm GMT time (UK) unless I state otherwise.

I’ll still use my old tag list, so hopefully it’ll work! If you’d like to be tagged, comment below and let me know❤️

My work is for 18+ and over. No minors allowed.

Hope you all enjoy

Love,

Livvy

❤️💋❤️💋

“No. No, no, no.” You shove your free hand frantically into your bag. “Please, not now, c’mon.”

Your keys seem to be doing everything in their willpower to hide from you; knowing that you’re desperate to get to the bathroom.

You can almost hear them saying, “fuck you!” from their hiding spot.

You really regret wearing shorts so close to your period but you had nothing else and everything you owned needed washing.

And now you’re sure you’re about three seconds from starting -- right there in the hallway.

You’d leave a trail of blood as you scamper into your apartment.

Your neighbours would probably slip in it…

“Fuck.”

Being lazy has finally come to bite you on the ass.

You jerk your bag in an attempt to dislodge the keys into appearing, and in the process nearly drop the tray of hot drinks that are settled on top of your laptop in your other hand.

The barista, when you had told her it was okay, had given you a look of complete bewilderment; and after promising you lived literally down the street, she had listened; placing the tray of drinks on top of your laptop which was nestled in the crook of your arm.

You’re sure she called you and idiot as you slowly left the cafe.

It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Really.

God, why didn’t you just buy the stupid laptop bag?

You know exactly where it is: in your Amazon basket, right under the moisturising face mask that you’ve been eyeing for weeks.

Karma.

Through and through.

That’s what this was.

Karma for deciding that alcohol was more important than a new laptop bag.

You sigh.

When you can’t find them for a second time, a spike of fear hits you as you worry that you left your keys on the counter when ordering your drinks.

But no, you wouldn’t have.

Why would you have?

You paid with your cell; Apple Pay being both a godsend and a curse at this point.

When you finally see the corner of the keychain gifted to you by Wanda, you let out a very audible squeal; fingers grasping at it so fast as if it was seconds away from burrowing away into the depths of your bag again.

“Gotcha!”

You throw open your front door and speed inside.

It should have been smooth sailing from there.

You’ve walked the route from your front door to the bathroom countless times.

Only today, there’s an obstacle in the way.

Rather, two obstacles.

A pair of shoes you had left carelessly the day previous.

The same shoes you had bought over the weekend and had rubbed your feet raw.

And after suffering all day, you had torn them off your feet and dumped them right there in the middle of the floor - stating that you’d move them later.

You never did.

It’s those stupid shoes that you end up tripping over.

One second you’re storming into the room and the next, your ankle snaps to the left and your balance just goes.

Everything that you had in your arms topple.

The drinks slide from your laptop and splatter onto the floor; as well as splashing against your very white walls; spraying them with dots of brown and black.

Your momentum takes you down.

You stumble first, laptop slamming loudly on the wooden flooring, and as you fall to your knees, a small scream passes your lips.

You land on your hands and knees, groaning.

Your bag slides down your arm and falls in a heavy heap beside you, with strands of your hair stuck in its handle.

You can’t help the wince as you can feel some of your hair get torn from your scalp.

“Mother fucker!”

You slam your hand down hard on the floor before snatching one of your shoes and launching it across the apartment.

“Stupid! Useless! Shoes!”

You get to your feet and, after kicking the other shoe as far away as possible, you hobble to the kitchen to get a towel.

Your ankle is throbbing.

Like it hurts.

From your bag, you hear the text notification go off.

Whoever it is can wait; you’ve got a shit storm to sort out.

It surprisingly takes a long time to clean up the coffee and hot chocolate from the wall and the floor - your cheap kitchen towel doing nothing to soak up the liquid.

Finally, you manage to get it all.

Even if your walls are still stained.

That’s another problem you’ll deal with later…once it dries.

You then check your laptop, which, mercifully, survived the drop to the floor and you let out a huge sigh of relief.

Your day finally is looking your way.

You quickly dash to the toilet and sigh in relief.

Your period hasn’t come yet.

There is no crime scene in your underwear.

Which means you're one day closer to the weekend where you can be reunited with your women.

Or rather…railed by your women.

It’s been so long.

A long and agonising 7 days without them.

But Christ.

7 days to you it felt like 7 years.

You check your cell as you pee, scrolling up your previous messages to re read their words.

Nat sent yesterday (19:06): I can’t wait to kiss that little dimple when we get home.

Wands sent yesterday (19:07): Or the freckle on your inner thigh…

Carol sent yesterday (19:07) I just can’t wait to kiss you, baby.

“Fuck.”

The last message sent to you was from Carol, this morning before you went and started your day: have a good time in class my love, speak to you later xo

And you hadn’t had time to reply to her, to them.

You had been running late - madly dashing out the door behind MJ, screaming at her to grab her keys before you vanished down the stairs.

You nibble your bottom lip as you debate texting back.

You know they’re busy; that’s why they had to go away.

A boring business meeting that you couldn’t tag along to because of your own equally boring classes.

You decide to text back; if they’re busy they’re busy.

They will text you back when they can.

So here you are; sitting on the toilet, texting Carol back almost eight hours later.

Y/N (17:29): Hiii, sorry I was running late for class so I completely forgot to reply! Hope you three are okay, text me when you can xox

You check the other message.

MJ (17:25): I’ll be home later. Fancy take out? Cos I fucking do.

You finish off in the bathroom and type your reply to your best friend.

Y/N (17:31): If I ever say no, drop me off at the nearest hospital yes? What take out do you want?

You limp back into the living room before making yourself stop.

“Ice. I need ice.”

Letting out a groan of frustration, you awkwardly amble to the kitchen; grabbing the first thing from the freezer that you can find.

Once you’ve wrapped it up in a kitchen towel, you limp back to your sofa and finally, fucking finally, rest your ankle with something cold.

Your head falls back and your eyes close.

A sigh escaping your lips.

God today just really has been something else.

Fucking you over at any chance it could get; the only good thing being that you didn’t get your period.

When your phone buzzes, you can’t help the smile.

MJ (17:33): Well I’m at our usual. Same as always?

Y/N (17:34): Have I told you lately that I love you?

The dots appear almost immediately.

MJ (17:34): yes but say it again, my ego loves it baby.

Y/N (17:34): I love you MJ. Now bring mommy her food, she is starving.

MJ (17:35): Okay two things. 1) keep whatever kinks you and your trio have between the four of you because 🤢 b) I know for a fact they’re the ones that make you call them mommy. I’m not an idiot, Y/N/N.

Y/N (17:36): Shut up you idiot.

MJ (17:36): You know I’m right

Tossing your phone to the side, you grab the TV remote and flick unenthusiastically through the channels before settling on Netflix.

You choose your comfort show and, after checking your aching ankle, you settle down for the night.

Only, five minutes into your relaxation, your phone starts to ring.

You answer it almost immediately.

“What MJ?”

“Hey, I’m just checking you’re at home. Like our place.”

“Where else would I be…” You let out a laugh. “Oh hang on, sorry I didn’t tell you? I’m in Jamaica.”

“God you’re a fucking idiot.”

“Don’t ask stupid questions then.” You reply.

“I was making sure you weren’t at your girls’ place.” MJ replies. “I’m not getting all this food to waste it.”

“I’m at our place. Why would I stay at theirs? We’ve only just started dating, how weird is that?”

“You’re gay. Isn’t the time frame for you guys like sped up? You should be getting married by now!”

You burst out laughing.

“Shut up.” You reply.

You move your ankle and wince.

“Hey, how long are you gonna be? I might have a shower to ease my ankle.”

“Your ankle? What did you do?”

“Tripped over my shoes.”

“The ones you said you’d move yesterday?” MJ asks.

“That’s not important.”

“Are you okay?”

“I - yes. I survived. Our drinks didn’t…”

You hear MJ’s gasp and roll your eyes.

“Did you spill my hot chocolate?”

“Wow. No, MJ. When I was crashing to the ground, I made sure to save your precious hot chocolate from any harm.”

“I can’t even tell -”

“- y’know I actually threw my laptop away…just to ensure your drinks safety.”

MJ is silent for a moment.

“Dick.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“I’m never going to get that drink from you, am I?”

“You will, eventually…”

“...what? Yeah okay hang on.”

“Who are you talking to?” You ask.

“Sorry, I’m trying to talk to two people.” MJ replies. “Er, have a bath. For your ankle. It’ll help more.”

“A bath? You check the time on your phone. “How long will you be, MJ? I might need help getting out…”

MJ snorts. “About half an hour. I’m not helping your naked ass out of the bath.”

“You're my best friend. It’s your duty.”

MJ is silent for a second before replying, “yeah fine, whatever.”

“Did you know that takeout trays float in the bath?” You ask.

This time MJ doesn’t even reply, and even has the cheek to put you on hold.

You scoff, looking at your phone again in disbelief.

When MJ finally takes you off hold, you’re just about to hit the first chorus of All By Myself by Celine Dion.

“What are -- are you seriously singing right now? Y/N/N ow! You’re too loud!”

You giggle.

“Aw, I was just getting to the best part, MJ.”

“Why were you singing?” She asks.

“You put me on hold! What else was I supposed to do?”

“Wait patiently like a normal person?”

“We both know I can’t do that, MJ.” You say. “Why did you put me on hold?”

“I was trying to order dinner. You can be very distracting when you want to be.”

You smile.

“So I’ve been told.”

“Mmm.” MJ says. “Go and have your bath, Y/N. I’ll be home in a bit with our food and we both know it doesn’t do well once it’s cold.”

“Don’t forget the -”

“...fortune cookies I know. Bye, dork.”

“Bye!”

You have no idea how long you’ve been in the bath for.

Except for quite some time.

Your phone - God, you need to sort out a new one with a decent battery - had pretty much died within ten minutes of you not so gracefully getting into the bath.

And even though you had wanted to move, to go and charge it; the thought of getting up was just not an option to you.

Which meant you were stuck in the bath with no form of entertainment.

Which had made you groan as you sunk further into the bubbles.

Which had then resulted in your eyes falling shut and you waking with a start when you heard the unmistakable squeak of the front door to your apartment opening.

You have to blink a couple of times to make your eyes work, completely disoriented as to where you are.

You lean forwards and snatch your phone from the side of the bath; heart stopping when it nearly drops into the water.

“That could have been bad.”

You remember it’s dead and throw the useless thing to the bathroom floor, where it thuds loudly.

“Shit.”

The water isn’t cold so you can’t have been asleep that long.

“MJ?” You call out.

There’s no reply and your fight or flight mode instantly kicks in.

You’re out of the bath within seconds.

The second you apply weight to your ankle you nearly topple down, teeth burrowing into your bottom lip to stifle the scream you want to let out.

If there is an intruder in your apartment, you can’t alert them to where you’re hiding.

Even though you threw your phone to the ground about five seconds previous.

“Yeah, they already know where I am.”

And you’re suddenly very aware that you’re naked.

You stumble to the door, snatching the towel from its hanger and wrap it firmly around your shivering body.

Trickles of water dribble down your face.

“Fuck…” You should have charged your phone. “MJ…”

You hear footsteps stomping down the corridor and automatically back away from the door, heart hammering.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

You look around for anywhere to hide and of course, you find none, except for the bath that you had just been in.

You could drag the shower curtain across and pray they don’t check behind -

There’s a knock on the door.

Your head snaps up.

A polite intruder?

“Y/N?”

“MJ?”

The door handle turns and you prepare yourself to tackle whoever it is on the other side of the door.

Only, it’s blonde hair you catch sight of.

Not MJ’s curly locks.

Or a faceless intruder.

“Carol?!”

“Hi kitten!”

Carol smiles when she fully sees you, letting out a laugh when you slam your body into hers for a bone crushing hug.

“Happy to see me, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You peer up at her and grin. “So happy to see you!”

Carol manages to drag you away a little, giving her enough room to work so she can lean down and finally, fucking finally kiss you.

You automatically melt into her, as if it was the first kiss you had shared.

One of her strong arms holds you tightly whilst her other hand wanders down to grip your ass.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” She kisses you again. “Next time I think I’ll pack you into my suitcase. You’re only small, I think you’ll fit.”

You go to roll your eyes but stop at the last second.

Carol notices and gives your nose a quick peck.

“Such a good girl, don’t want to be punished already, do we?” Her eyes wander down your body. “Did you dress up just for me?”

You blush.

“I - I…”

“God, you’re adorable.” Carol winks at you before she looks at your feet. “MJ said you hurt your ankle, are you okay?”

“How did you -”

“I was with her, kitten. Why do you think she rang?”

Your eyes widen.

“You - you were with her?”

“Who do you think gave her the idea of a bath, kitten?”

If your eyes were able to go any wider, they would.

Instead, you opt to shove her shoulder instead.

Stumbling a little into the wall, Carol lets out a chuckle.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were back? I missed you!”

“I’m sorry, baby. I am.” She drags you towards her, holding you just right so you don't have to apply much pressure to your injured ankle. “I wanted to surprise you…”

“Well I am surprised…” You can’t help but pout. “Even if you did scare the sh - the life out of me.”

“I’m sorry baby.” She kisses your cheek. “I brought us food…”

Your eyes lighten up.

Carol trails her lips along your jaw before dipping into the crook of your neck; where her teeth graze at your skin.

When she bites down, you let out a shaky gasp, fingers tightening on her body.

“Although…there’s someone I’d rather eat right now…”

She lifts you too easily, dragging you up her body until your legs wrap around her waist.

Her lips never leave your skin.

“But…” Your hips twitch. “...dinner…”

“If it tastes like shit after I’m done with you then I’ll buy us more food. I’ll cook us a five course meal, I don’t fucking care.” Carol growls, carrying you from the bathroom.

She walks you both to your bedroom as if she’s walked it hundreds of times and when she deposits you onto your bed, you can’t help a startled scream.

“Mommy and daddy will be home in a few days. Your captain got sent home earlier.” Carol says, prying the towel from your body. “Is that okay with you baby? You’ve got my full and undivided attention…think you can handle that?”

The towel is opened to reveal your still damp body to her and you have to bite your bottom lip to stop yourself moaning.

“C’mon now, little one. Use your words.” She straddles your hips, not caring about her own clothes getting wet. “Otherwise your captain will stop and she will go and sort dinner out.”

“Icanhandleit.”

“What was that, baby girl? I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

You glare at her.

“Tell me again. Go on.”

Carol’s fingers circle your nipples.

“Or I’ll stop. It’s that simple.”

“I can handle it.”

“You can handle it?”

“Yes.”

“You can handle just having me give you my full attention, baby girl?” Her fingers tickle down your body until they settle at your entrance; where she slowly circles and taunts you.

“Yes.”

“You’re already so wet, baby. Why is that?”

“You.”

“Oh baby.” She pouts down at you. “I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

“Please.” You whisper.

Carol pushes one finger slowly into you, eyes dark as she watches you.

“You’ve been such a good girl. So good for me. Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“I - I’ve missed you too, captain.”

You try to sit up but Carol shoves you back down, slamming her lips onto yours before pumping her finger roughly into you.

When she adds another, you gasp against her and Carol takes full advantage by shoving her tongue into your mouth.

Carol’s fingers curl inside of you and your hips move against her.

“Let’s slow things down, baby; I don’t want to rush this.”

It feels almost like her fingers stop completely when she slows down.

You whine.

“I know, baby, I know. Let the captain enjoy this. Let her enjoy you.”

Her thumb presses down onto your clit and your head falls back.

Fuck.

“Did you touch yourself while we were away, baby?”

Carol’s eyes are so dark, you find yourself getting lost in them.

A small but sharp slap brings you back to reality.

“Answer me.”

“What was the question again?”

Her hand gently presses against your throat.

“Did you touch yourself whilst we were gone, little one?”

“No.”

“Because you’re our good girl.” Carol places her face at your neck and begins to suck. “Such a good girl. Listening to her instructions…doing as she’s told…”

Your breath hitches.

“Do you think you can follow another instruction for me?” she asks.

It takes all of your effort to nod.

“Sit on my lap and ride my fingers.”

Your cheeks redden.

“Can you do that for me? You’ve been such a good girl for me. You deserve to be on my lap.”

“O-okay.”

When Carol removes her fingers, they’re glistening but not just in your juices.

You’re mortified and quickly cover your face when you see your blood coating her fingers.

“I am -- I’m so sorry!”

You try to move, to close your legs and to get yourself as far away from Carol as possible but the blonde isn’t having it.

She refuses to let you move.

Pinning you down with one hand as she inspects her other.

“Oh baby, don’t be embarrassed.” Her fingers plunge back into you. “I’m not done with you yet.”

When will MJ get her hot chocolate? Stay tuned to find out!

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