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palskippah · 4 months

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Oooh mareach preg ftw!

Ngl Im kind of curious, how did mario and peach handle the birth? 😳

Hi! Yess 😭 Them expecting babies is so cute to me ;-;

They (mostly Mario) handled the labor and birth like champs, although at the beginning both had the downside of panicking, but later on they had the help of people with more experience than them (Luigi or the doctors) or that were less panicky during the situation (like Toad). Mario was scared shitless bc giving birth is intimidating, but once he's with Peach and Luigi he's much calmer.

Btw I don't think I'll set this on stone, bc there's other ways the labor and birth could've gone that I also had thought of and actually written or drawn askdlsa but I'm sharing this one bc I like it c: Like, Toad's singing (like that person at tiktok that dresses up as him and sings shakira's songs?? them) makes him laugh too hard and that makes him break his water and he's like 🧍 bc he doesn't realize at first and all-

Under the cut there's a much more (I mean it 😔) detailed description of how it went! It's pretty long (mostly the labor part) and you'll scroll a lot sorrie, I thought of shortening it, but then left it like it is- the moments are separated by star emojis, so if you wanna skip to the birth, go ahead jiji

Birth isn't explicit but I'll give you a warning about it anyway! Also, it's kinda cartoonish (I think? maybe not) for the fun of it, I'm not a big fan of serious stuff sdlksdks

BTW! here's the bebis :'v

[Nettarina was born like half an hour before Mariella was, so she had more experience with being out in the harsh, cold world out of the womb- so she was peacefully sleeping while her twin was being delivered akjsdkd

Imagine those scenes in TV where there's in the first plane a very peaceful thing going on and at the background there's a ruckus- something like that but with Nettarina wrapped in her warm blanket and sleeping comfortably in her bassinet, and in the background there's Mario grabbing the hell out of Peach's and Luigi's hands while he pushes and grunting in effort and the other two are encouraging him and stuff, she doesn't wake up at all despite the noise.]

Also, there are some drawings that are kinda vague about birth- and also the newborn baby will not look like an actual just newborn baby bc that's too much 🧍

Anyways, enjoy the thingie if you read it!

🌟So! The whole thing is very fast and tiring- like when Mario wakes up, he doesn't even hope he'll go into labor that day, and before the sun even sets, he already had both babies in his arms.

Also, I read that first-time pregnancies are a tiny bit more likely to go past full-term and I was like sure why not, let's put Mario in situations. So, he's overdue by just a few days and honestly the babies are really taking their time with getting there, and that's why he isn't even worried that particular day that he'll go into labor.

Also, the doctor had said they'd have to consider induction if the babies didn't make act of presence in the next week. Bc twins usually are expected to arrive like at the 38th week, where they are already full-term, and over that is considered overdue- so maybe Mario is like 38 weeks-and-something pregnant in this day where he has the babies.

🌟 About the labor-

For when Mario goes into labor, I'm torn between doing it sitcom-like, where Peach for ABC reason is very far away from Mario, and she has to go through frustrating drawbacks to get to him quickly, or go with that it happens when they're together and all comfortable and stuff sdkjskd

But going with the first option, imagine Peach is at a meeting that she definitely didn't want to go to, where the king was adamant about her presence and of other royals to see the matter (which in Peach's opinion, could've been handled via email!), so she couldn't send in Toadsworth to sort it through.

Peach warned the host king that Mario could go into labor at literally any minute, and she wished to stay with him when it happened (Mario was supposed to go into labor a few days ago, she was really anxious about it!), but the other thought she was being overdramatic, surely Super Mario would be fine without the princess for a few hours.

Many royals think that way initially, whenever Peach requested that meetings be held at her castle, or that may Toadsworth go in her behalf, since she doesn't want to leave Mario's side for too long. But, they wholly understand when they see Mario, who definitely looks like he's ready to pop. Others are more understanding, because they have been the pregnant person being fretted over, or the partner that frets, so they indulge the princess on her requests.

And well, she was overly worried the whole meeting, and barely paid any attention. At the beginning Peach texted Mario every few minutes to make sure he was okay and calm her anxiety, but after one too many judging looks from the host king, she apologized and asked one of the servants to take her phone until the meeting was over, knowing she'd keep using it otherwise- she had duties to attend as a princess, despite her worries as a soon-to-be mom.

Meanwhile, back at the Mushroom Kingdom, Mario had woken up not long ago, stretching as much as he could and groaning because he slept like hell. His back hurt a lot, like was usual lately. He briefly wondered when the babies would dignify themselves to show up, so he could have a proper night's sleep finally (as if! with two newborn babies it wouldn't be very likely), because they overstayed long enough, he was supposed to have them in his arms by now, while also he wished Peach was there to just magic his pain away.

Mario resigns himself to hurt and keep being pregnant for a few days more. He throws a look at his side, and then checks his phone, smiling at Peach's (fretting) texts, so he starts answering to each of them, while getting himself more comfortable on their bed.

[Good morning my love! 😚😚😚] Good morning bella mia :33 [Are you awake? 🥰🥰] I am [Maybe not, it took you a lot of time to fall asleep 🤕 just wait until the little rascals are born, I'll give them a harsh lecture right away] Me too bc my back hurts like a beach I wish you were here to make it better :c [I love you] I love you very much too! [Te amo mi amorchito pechocho💓] Ti amo la mia luce 💖 [Mi amore] 🥰 [Wake up mi amore] I did :D pick your phone peachy [King Calami keeps talking about I don't know what hepl] Pay attention and don't pick your phone peachy [Mario 🥺🥺] Peachy <3

Peach appears offline from not long ago; and Mario hoped she actually had put her focus on the meeting. After that, Mario does the extenuating routine of getting off of bed, showering, grooming, dressing on his own -which proves much harder than when Peach just does it for him, especially with the overalls and shoes, but he's in the mood for them, so he tries anyway (and almost falls off the bed trying to reach his feet- but at least no one's there to see him struggle). He does all this while feeling a bit restless the whole way, but it's been a few days of the same feeling, since the babies weren't born when they were supposed to.

Mario has a very late breakfast and then spends a while just nibbling on treats and lazing around (Resting! You're resting - says for the nth time a voice that sounds like Peach's). He made some plans with Toad over text, and soon he met Mario at the lounging room in the castle, ready for a walk around Toad Town.

Mario wasn't very sure if he still wanted to go, still feeling like something (read: labor) was about to happen. Toad offered staying at the castle, if he wasn't sure, and they could eat ice-cream right there too and maybe watch a movie, or just walk through Peach's gardens. The thought of the ice-cream stall at the middle of Toad Plaza makes him salivate and reconsider- oh his damned cravings. Also, to walk and enjoy the sun and bustling streets would do him good, so they go.

The walk to Toad Town is very slow but filled with conversation (mostly from Toad). At certain times Mario felt cramps on his belly, but he has been feeling them from weeks ago, so he doesn't get too worried about them. At the platforms Toad very carefully helps him. And while they walk down the steps, Mario looks at the pipes systems and all the toads going through them, which was a much quicker way of getting anywhere. Not for the first time Mario lamented that traveling through pipes was not safe for him anymore, and it made him too dizzy anyways (and in some of them he didn't even fit any longer- but whatevs).

Through the walk many toads greet both of them as usual, some commenting lightly about the babies not being there yet, which had Mario chuckling politely (bc, of course they're not there yet, Mario is clearly still huge!) and by the time they get to the ice-cream stand Mario's too tired and feeling kinda out of breath, so Toad tells him to sit and wait for him to get the ice-cream, and Mario does so gratefully.

When he's at the bench, the cramps only get worse, and he briefly wonders if maybe they're contractions- He hopes they are, because the babies are overdue and he is tired as hell of carrying them, but also- he wishes it's not the case, he doesn't want them to come out yet because he is still way too nervous of giving birth. Either way, the cramps hurt and are uncomfortable, and after a while they stop, and he realizes he'd have to pay closer attention to them, lest he actually was in labor.

Toad gets back with their stuff and they eat and talk and it's very nice, because the day is sunny and calm, and the babies aren't as energetic as other times (which is always good, because they would beat up Mario's ribs, bladder and whatever was in their way whenever they kicked or stretched).

Suddenly Mario feels a particularly bad cramp, and he has to take a moment to breathe through it, wincing in pain and placing his hand where he's kinda feeling it. It catches Toad's attention, and he gently pats Mario's arm to be of comfort.

Toad then gasps excitedly, "Wait- are you having contractions yet?"

Mario shakes his head, then signs, "I don't think so."

"Aw... I want to meet your babies already, Mario," Toad laments, taking a sad lick from his ice-cream cone. "I want to receive my Uncle Toad title from you too."

Mario smiles at him and shakes his head again, in amusement, the toad had said years back that he was happy to receive the title from Luigi, and now from Mario, as if they were some sort of university of unclehood by simply becoming parents.

At some moment, their conversation takes a turn towards Mario's relationship with Pauline, for some reason. Toad can't believe Mario had sung with the Pauline! And why is he just now finding out about it?!

It leads to Toad begging Mario to sing something for him someday, and Mario saying he can beg all he wants. Toad shakes his head in feigned disappointment and says, "I would never deprive you from my singing skills, Mario!" And Mario does a 'really? prove it' face, so Toad graces him with the most off-key, shrillest and loud cover of Pauline's Jump Up, Super Star!

It had Mario laughing almost hysterically- it probably wasn't even that funny, but he was caught off-guard bc Toad started off strong with the main vocals and from then on, his singing didn't get any better. He was holding his belly while trying not to drop his ice-cream and waving slightly at Toad with it to stop- or he's sure he'll... oh- have an accident.

Mario stops laughing all of a sudden and looks down with a grimace. For a few seconds he thinks not again! because he has two heavy babies resting right over his bladder, he can't help it sometimes! But this time it's much more than usual, and he can't even stop it.

He turns to Toad in panic and embarrassment, because he's sitting in the middle of the crowded plaza and there's no way other toads won't notice! Toad notices his exalted state and stops singing. He tilts his head in confusion and worry.

Mario signs "I peed myself."

"Oh- that's huh..." Mario looks more embarrassed. "That's okay! Don't worry, bestie, I'm going to fix it. You just stay here, Mario!"

Toad shoves the rest of his ice-cream in his mouth and while he munches the waffle cone, he jumps out of the bench and scoots somewhere in the crowded place. Mario huffs in discomfort, throwing nervous glances around him, hoping no one suddenly decided to speak to him. He looks at his cone still in his hand, melting down. He gives it some licks, entirely out of anxiety, because he doesn't have much appetite anymore.

Toad returns soon enough, carrying a folded blanket with himself. Very subtle, especially with the nice weather and Mario in his long overalls. The man kicks himself mentally for being picky about Toad's ideas, when his friend is clearly trying. Toad jumps on the bench and gets closer to whisper to Mario, "I asked some friends to bring you clothes. Don't worry though, I told them to be discreet about it- also got this blanket so we can walk to a bathroom."

Toad sits back down beside Mario on the bench, to wait for the other toads. Mario decides to occupy that brief time by finishing eating his ice-cream, and rubbing his belly while silently scowling at the babies for putting him in situations. When the toads arrive, carrying a little bag, they discreetly leave it on the bench, and walk casually in the other direction, not even looking at Mario or Toad. Mario lets out a relieved sigh, glad that they left them alone. Toad stands on his seat and extends the blanket, leaving it ready to use over the bench, and then jumps back to the floor.

"Let me help you up," he says, extending his little hands to him with a big smile. Mario smiles a bit funnily, knowing that Toad wasn't precisely strong enough to pull him up.

After much effort from both, Mario is on his feet, and he has to suppress a disgusted shiver, because the wetness is very uncomfortable and has gone cold. Toad notices his discomfort and hurries to hand the blanket to Mario, who wraps it around his shoulders. The toad makes sure it covers all the damp spots, and then they get to it, looking for the nearest bathroom either of them can think of.

Toad peaks his head in a restaurant, and quietly asks the receptionist to use the bathroom without being clients, who refuses, being strict about their rules, but Toad says with a knowing smile, 'it's for Mario' and the other toad quickly agrees for them to just come along, anything for the Mushroom Kingdom hero! (But Mario's sure it's because he's very pregnant, it's obvious).

When Mario's inside and Toad's doing guard outside the door, he strips from his wet clothes and rummages through the little bag, pulling out one of his red maternity dresses and underwear. He smiles to himself in relief as he thinks 'perfetto...' because having to ask for help from Toad to put on his overalls would probably be the last drop in the glass for Mario to- to have a breakdown or something.

When he's almost done and letting the dress down his arms, he feels such a strong cramp in his belly that he's just sure it must be a contraction. Mario panics for a few seconds because his arms are stuck in the dress and he's in pain and all he sees is red! He has to double over and support his weight with his hands against the wall the best he can, while he tries to quiet down his pained groans and tightly closes his eyes.

When it passes, he gives himself a bit of time to catch his breath back, and then quickly lowers the dress the rest of the way, to dress himself properly. Mario then holds his belly, looking around the bathroom nervously. He slowly paces on the small space in building panic- he's sure it was a contraction! It was way too strong- and- and the accident? What if that was his water?

He stops waddling and looks down at his belly, placing his hands on it as if silently asking the babies if that was the very important liquid that signaled that he was indeed in labor. Mario notices that he's breathing way too quickly, so he tries to do the breathing exercises that Doctor Toadlina taught him to do- he clenches his fists tightly over his belly while the babies move leisurely as if their mamma wasn't freaking out.

Outside, Toad hums to himself patiently, giving Mario all the time he needs to get comfortable in the changing of clothes. He nods to passing waiters and clients alike, with a big smile.

Back inside, finally Mario's calm enough to think of what he should do now if the babies are coming- he immediately thinks of Peach and that she's far away and literally on another whole kingdom, with no pipe system attached to theirs! Mario scrambles as fast as he can for his phone, feeling his hands and his lower lip trembling in fright.

He calls her and places the phone by his ear, while trying still to breath calmly and failing spectacularly. His fear only spikes up when it sends to voicemail. Mario calls a couple more of times, each without success. He tries to write to her instead, being a bit difficult with his shaking fingers and his blurring gaze due to the tears.

Pech I don't wanna scare you but i think I'm in laborr Pelsa answer Nd come back soon I'm very scared

He holds his phone in his hands for a while, still trying to convince himself that everything will be okay... Mario frowns and looks to the side for a second, those words remind him of something.

Everything will be okay...? Right, Luigi! Mario should call Luigi. He calls him this time and smiles in relief when his twin answers right away.

"Ciao, fratellone!" Luigi says happily.

Mario's smile drops when he realizes just then that he must talk if he called- Oh, fuck! What an idiot! He's bringing more despair for himself on his own!

He opens his mouth and then closes it and shakes his head- why does he never think things through?! He curses himself, now with tears of frustration in his eyes and the thought of just hanging up and texting instead goes through his mind.

"Bro? Mario? Is everyth-" Mario quickly hangs up and goes to text him. He blinks his tears away the best he can and writes down while his phone rings and the notification of Weegee calling... appears just above the chat.

M in labor nd pach isn't here Can you come ?

A few seconds pass when Luigi answers:

On my way Where are you going to be?

Mario sniffles and thinks quickly, should they go to the castle, or maybe just wait for Luigi to get to the restaurant? Mario didn't want to be in that bathroom all alone, he felt too scared and defenseless. But he doesn't think he had the energy to go to the castle quick enough either.

Gret toadcimu restornat Oki I'll be right there bro Pls be calm Everything will be okay I promise Are you with someone? Let them help you Mario To stay cal M Ok

Mario opened Toad's chat this time, feeling at least a tad bit calmer now that he knew his brother was on the way.

Tod Come in pls

A short moment later, a knock sounds at the door, and Mario unlocks it and let his friend in, Toad closes the door and looks at Mario in thinly veiled worry when he notices his tears and panicked expression.

"What's wrong, Mario?"

"I'm in labor," he has difficulty even signing, his hands trembling too much. Toad seems to have difficulty to understand what he signed too, but when he does, he opens his eyes widely and seems absolutely ready to start panicking. Mario braces himself for his shrilly screaming, but the toad shakes his head quickly and sets his face on a determined expression, that Mario would not be surprised if he started speaking in a very deep voice.

"We have to go to the castle, then! I'll tidy this up, you- you just focus on not having the babies yet and calm down. Calm down, Mario!" he says in his regular voice, with a very subtle hint of panic that Mario can easily ignore for his own sake. The toad starts gathering his wet clothes in the little bag, then hurries on folding the blanket while Mario focuses on doing the breath exercises.

Another contraction hits in and Mario has to lean against the wall again, groaning in pain and holding his back. He feels like it lasts even longer and hurts worse than the previous- how is that possible? They were supposed to grow very gradually in intensity and time!

He feels a hand on his back, and he turns to look at Toad, with a pained expression on.

"Do I call the princess?" His friend knows Peach isn't in the Mushroom Kingdom, but Mario shakes his head. She didn't answer him, it'd probably be the same for Toad.

Mario breathes through the contraction the best he can, and when it's over he tells Toad that Luigi's on his way. The toad nods and leads them slowly to the outside of the restaurant, going through the tables occupied by many toads since it was lunch time, saying his thanks to the receptionist (and Mario awkwardly nods at them in thanks too).

Toad looks around quickly, looking for a bench for Mario to sit on, when he spots one, he leads them in its direction.

Just as Toad is helping Mario to take a seat, they hear, "Bro!" and Mario straightens up right away, looking around for his twin, almost losing his balance, and he and Toad and Luigi all panic that he'll fall, but Mario manages to keep standing as he grabs onto Toad's cap and the other hand supports his back, while Luigi runs to his side.

When Mario and Luigi are close to each other, the first thing Mario does is hug his twin, feeling like he wants to cry. And he does, actually, while Luigi gently shushes him and holds him tightly (albeit a bit awkwardly due to Mario's belly in the middle).

"It's-a okay, Mario, I'm here," Luigi says, subtly trying to catch his breath, he surely must have run all the way from the pipe that connected their kingdoms to the Great Toadchimu restaurant. Mario nods and buries his face on Luigi's shoulder, feeling much less scared than he did moments ago. The only thing to truly make him feel complete would be that Peach was there with him too.

Luigi takes care of the situation and instructs Toad to please get him a super mushroom so he could easily carry Mario to the castle. Once he eats it, he goes up the hills on a careful walk to not accidentally drop Mario or jostle him too much, while Toad hurriedly walks beside them, carrying Mario's stuff and calling Peach's father to let the doctor know they were on their way (and so were the babies-).

Back at Peach, the blessed (cursed) meeting that seemed like it lasted hours just ended, and the (damned) King Calami finally let them leave, but of course, he invited all the royals to have lunch first. But Peach is absolutely ready to tail it out of there and return to her own kingdom and to her Mario.

After exchanging quick pleasantries with the rest of royals, and passive-agressive words with King Calami that left no space to argue her reasons and determination to leave, the king kindly instructed a worker to prepare a vehicle for Princess Toadstool, as she's in such a hurry to leave already, and isn't even able to stay for lunch. The servant bows and leaves to do as instructed.

Peach smiles while inside she wishes unpleasant things for the king. She bows her head and walks calmly out of the meeting room, but one of the servants standing at the doors stopped her, "Princess Toadstool, your phone, your highness."

Right! Peach smiles thankfully as she receives it and immediately checks her notifications while walking out of the room. Her smile drops when she sees the three missed calls from Mario. With worry she clicks on the notification that says [New messages from Marito❤️] and her smile comes back in full force again while reading Mario's responses to each of her texts. And finally, her smile fully drops as does her stomach, all the way to her feet, when she reads the five last messages.

Mario's in labor?! Peach anxiously hurries to walk in a direction, then halts and turns around and prepares to walk the other way, then realizes she doesn't even know where she is supposedly going, and she's just panicking. Peach looks at her phone and quickly calls Mario's number, while trying to calm her breathing as she places a hand on her chest. There's no use on her losing her mind, she needs to stay calm.

Peach gets more anxious with each ring, until the line picks up and she jumps into talking.

"Mario, are you okay? Where-?"

"Princess, it's-a me!" She gets interrupted. It's Luigi.

"Luigi! Where is Mario?!" So much for keeping calm, she mentally scolded herself.

"He's-a with me, don't worry, we're-a going to the castle, oki? We'll wait for you there, Toad talked to Toadsworth, so he can notify the royal doctor."

"Hi! Princess, it's me, Toad, Mario's best friend- he's good and he's not talking now!"

Peach lets out a mildly relieved sigh, at least they had the situation under control.

"I hope you are okay, Mario," she says, lacing her words with the most fondness she can, while she smiles. "Please wait for me, I'll be there as soon as I can."

Luigi chuckles after a while, "He says he will, and he loves you, and you're his very beloved light- Hey! Don't-a hit me, I'm-a just adding-!"

Peach giggles to herself, imagining Mario swatting Luigi.

"I love you so much too, mi chaparrito bigotón pechocho," she says, allowing herself to be utterly corny, at least Luigi wouldn't get it.

"Aw please, Peach, that's so cheesy!" said Luigi while laughing and Peach's face burned. Right, he knows some Spanish, Daisy is teaching him only the things that are convenient for him to learn- like Peach's terms of endearment. When she hears Mario's own chuckles, she's glad she said what she said, despite her embarrassment. She smiles brightly, "I'll be there very soon, Mario! Stay strong, I love you!"

"Wait, when you're-a on your way here try ta do a videocall," says Luigi before she can hang up.

"Okie-dokie! Bye!"

Peach allows herself to jump in place for a few seconds, while holding her phone to her chest, closing tightly her eyes and smiling so widely that her cheeks hurt. Mario's in labor! They'll finally meet their babies! How exciting! She must get there as soon as possible.

As if on cue, the servant that King Calami talked to was walking to get closer to her. Peach walked to reach them quicker, expecting for them to tell her that her vehicle was ready.

"Your highness, I'm very sorry-" Oh great. "-but we have a few complications with the long-journey vehicles. But if you're willing to wait, by late afternoon-"

Peach shakes her head worriedly; Mario needed her now! Not by late afternoon- and she'd get to the Mushroom Kingdom by night if that were the case!

The servant patiently waits for the princess to arrange her thoughts, as she seems lost on her own mind.

What could she do? What to do... There wasn't a pipe system between this kingdom and hers, so she couldn't go quickly there, and the journey on any vehicle was longer than two hours, but there were closer, neighboring kingdoms to this one, that had agreed to install the pipes! She could go to them first, and then go to her wished destiny!

Peach is struck with a feeling-like-an-idiot urge to facepalm, because that's literally the way she got into King Calami's kingdom to begin with. She sighs, lamenting that her first-time parent panic is affecting her good reasoning.

"Are there available any vehicles for shorter journeys?" she asks with a falsely calmed smile.

The servant nods, "Yes, your royal highness. The smallest allow for a very fast travelling- but they fit only one member inside, you'd have to leave on your own."

Peach quickly nods, "Yes, I will- It's perfect. I'll, um- arrange for my toads to return the vehicle safely once I no longer use it, yes?" she says, trying to be convincing.

The servant nods and leads Peach to the room where the vehicles are (a royal garage i guess?), while mentioning how they will not notify the who was in charge (whoever that is-) first, if all because the princess looked so antsy that it was making the servant a bit nervous too.

Peach apologized for her clearly anxious state, delightedly (and unsubtly terrified) saying that Mario's in labor and she's in a hurry to leave. The servant looks back at her in surprise, because why didn't she say so before?!

After that, things go very quickly, both the servant and Peach hurry to get to the vehicle, where Peach puts her few belongings in and hops in, ready to drive as quickly (and safely-) as she can to the nearest kingdom with a working pipe system to the Mushroom Kingdom.

As she puts on her seatbelt, the servant, whose name Peach still doesn't know, bows respectfully, "I wish you luck and very healthy babies, your royal highness!" Peach smiles and nods hurriedly saying 'thank you so much!', and she starts her journey towards Mario.

Back with Mario, they are received by Toadsworth already fretting over the whole situation, while Luigi takes him to his bedroom, where Doctor Toadlina and two young toad nurses are already setting everything to attend his birth.

Luigi leaves Mario gingerly on the bed, in a sitting position. On the way up the hills Luigi asked Toad to take the time between each of Mario's contractions. They were way too close to each other if Mario supposedly started labor not long ago, Luigi is sure it must have been much earlier.

The doctor informs what will be done from then on, to pass labor and check his contractions and to check his dilation depending on how the labor progresses and the babies' position and all that (vague labor stuff, y'know 🧍).

Luigi (after asking one of the nurses to pinch him hard to wear off the super mushroom effect-) gently helps Mario into a more comfortable sleepshirt and underwear, while he makes some light conversation to distract him from his worry at Peach's absence. Toad isn't let in, and he asks to at least be updated if anything important happens, like the babies being born or Mario needing something. Doctor Toadlina politely closes the door on his face with a, "Thank you, Toad, we'll let you know!" while the nurses lightly giggle as they arrange water bottles, and very light snacks in their little coffee table, and arrange Mario and Peach's bed for more practical use, tying the bed drapes as tightly as possible to avoid them becoming a burden for any of them.

Mario breathes slowly and tries to keep himself as calm as he can, while closing his eyes as Luigi helps him to lay on the bed for a check up, Doctor Toadlina puts on a glove meanwhile. He feels Luigi's own gloved hand caressing his hair.

"It's-a okay, bro," he says softly, and Mario turns to look at him with a small smile, that turns wobbly after a second. He just wishes Peach was there too.

After the check-up, the doctor muses that he must be very far along in labor, because his dilation is very advanced. She announces that in no time he would be ready for the pushing stage. Mario nods with a very nervous smile, glad and also terrified to hear so.

So, Mario and Luigi do anything for him to dilate further, like walking around the spacey room, or doing different exercises together (the ones Luigi remembers from when he was in labor, and also the ones the toad doctor recommends them).

They are face to face a bit far away from the bed, both with their feet a bit apart and hands on their hips, both moving them in a swaying motion- Mario thinks his twin is doing much better than he is, and briefly wonders if he's doing it wrong himself, but then remembers that Luigi's not even pregnant, and Mario smacks himself mentally for being an idiot again, always realizing things too late. He shakes his head, he's not even sure anymore if it's the pregnancy brain or he's always been like this.

Luigi frowns, "No? But I thought you already settled on tha names-"

Mario blushes a bit, now realizing he and Luigi were supposedly talking. He shakes his head again with a bashful smile, letting Luigi know to just ignore him. His brother smiles comprehensively. "You're-a not even paying attention- Is your mind on tha princess? She hasn't called yet..."

Mario frowns and settles his gaze on the nurses quietly talking among themselves, a bit sad about the matter. He supposes she's still busy getting to their kingdom if she can't call, but still...

Back at Peach, she just exited the outskirts of King Calami's kingdom, now entering the long, deserted road that connected both realms. Now that the risk of running over someone were diminished almost to zero, she pulls out her phone, finally she can videocall Mario! She thumbs around on it, throwing brief glances at the road, and then back. As the phone dials she keeps it in her hand, not about to risk it flying away from the speed she was driving at.

The other end picks up and her big smile falls a bit when it's Toad's face that receives her, she muses that Mario must be a bit busy, then!

"Hello, Toad!"

"Hi, Princess Peach!"

"Where's Mario?"

"Oh, he's inside with the doctors and Luigi, he left his phone with me- when they kicked me out. I'll hand it to him, don't hang!"

The brothers end up going to the balcony for Mario to take some air after he realizes he's again way too nervous (so close to giving birth and Peach's nowhere to be seen!), while Luigi pats his back, and he leans on the railing. Mario looks up to the sky, the day is so nice and sunny, and it feels ironic with the way he feels- all heated up and tired already.

He gets another contraction and his hands clench on the railing while he whimpers and winces. Oh, Peach should get there sooner, she could help him to not feel pain! He tries to breathe through it as he's been doing it since they started, while Luigi rubs his lower back. It almost feels like the same rubs Peach usually did to ease his pain with her magic, only that Luigi's just brought him emotional comfort and nothing more.

They hear some commotion at the door that leads to the hall and both twins turn to look and see (nosey 🤨) what's going on. It's Doctor Toadlina scolding Toad-

"I told you already! You can't come in, Toad, only the queen and the princess can, Mario needs people that can bring him comfort and support-!"

"Yeah, I know, that's why I need to give him his phone, it's the princess!"

Mario gasps, Peachy is calling?!

He turns to Luigi and signals with his head for him to go deal with it. Luigi nods and leaves his side briefly (not before throwing a dirty look at Mario for ordering him around-) to go to the toads and see the situation. Mario doesn't have to wait long for Luigi to come back, talking to his phone with it in front of his face. Mario's heartbeat gets quicker at the idea of finally seeing Peach. When he sees her, he smiles brightly at Peach's face, being hit with a lot of wind and making her hair fly behind her.

"Hi, Mario!"

From then on, Peach and Mario talked as if she were right there with him, while Luigi did as an interpreter - given that the princess couldn't look too long at her phone while she was driving -, and Mario felt much better about the matter, now only longing that she was physically close to him.

He keeps doing exercises and staying hydrated and complaining from the contractions - at which Peach reassures she's going to calm all his pain away once she got there! -, while the doctor checked every now and then the position of the babies and stuff.

At a certain moment the connection halts because Peach had to go through the pipe system- and after that Mario had to resist the urge to laugh at her, because Peach was clearly running as fast as she could while still trying to keep her face on the camera. Mario also felt the excitement that she was very close to getting there. The background behind her changed fast from the outside of the castle to the main floor, and then to the hall where their quarters were, and finally she all but bolted inside the room, making Doctor Toadlina jump in fright and the nurses squeal in surprise.

"Mario!" she says, phone held in her hand. "Where- where are you?" She looks at the room, at the exalted toads, and then at her phone, looking at Mario's happy face.

"We're-a here!" says Luigi while waving his arm from the balcony's entrance.

"Oh!" she all but glides through the room, after saying quick hi's to the medical toads. And when her and Mario are finally face to face, they embrace the other so tightly and tenderly that Luigi quietly leaves to give them some privacy. Mario exhales in utter relief, at finally feeling completely safe. And Peach let her chin rest over his hair.

They walk to the bed and Peach lovingly helps Mario to sit close to the pillows, while the plumber keeps his hands at all times in hers.

Doctor Toadlina suggests Peach changes her royal clothes into something less cumbersome, so Peach obliges- and Mario reasonably knows it's better that way and it wouldn't take her very long, but he looked worried when she started to back away, in direction to their wardrobe- she smiled and said she wouldn't take long. Yet he still held into her hands until she pulled back too much, and they slipped from his.

At Mario's very puppy-kicked eyes, Luigi laughs and says Peach will be back to his side soon! Mario wipes his eyes and lays back on the pillows, smiling a bit ashamed of his reaction. Soon enough, Peach gets back from the bathroom where she changed, with her hair tied up, her crown still on and dressed in a white shirt and pink trousers, without her gloves or her blue brooch.

From there, Peach takes Luigi's place and is the one to help Mario with the exercises and helping him walk around or lay down or help with his contractions. She uses her healing magic several times each hour to numb his pain, and Mario sighs in relief each time she does. Also at certain times they sit at the little coffee table while she feeds him nibbles from the light snacks the nurses left. Luigi is glad to simply sit back as back-up support until the birth, enjoying the lovebirds' interactions, which in his opinion are adorable.

(Y'know those moms that do their make-up all pretty for when they give birth?) Since Mario had been crying and wiping his eyes so much, let's say his eyeliner had kind of wore off almost completely- and, in a moment of relative calmness while they waited for Mario to be able to push, Peach went to their bathroom and came back with his eyeliner. She proceded to apply it while humming to herself, as she has done many other times (this post!), while Mario smiled all relaxedly. He wasn't in pain, the babies were barely moving or bothering him, and both his girlfriend and brother were there with him (as were the doctor and nurses), so he was feeling all safe, although tired.

Mario doesn't feel pain anymore, but he is still so very tired. And the next few hours of labor and contractions became taxing way too soon, feeling the pressure at his pelvis as the babies got ready to be born and all that. As Peach helped him walk around, he finally decided he had enough of that, so he squeezed her arm to let her know, and from then on he kept himself out of his feet.

He looked tiredly at his brother from time to time, looking for additional support, while Luigi said comforting words, because he knew all too well how Mario was feeling. He spent the last moments before pushing mostly supporting his weight on the bed while on his knees, or laying propped up against the pillows, or sitting at the edge, all while still trying to vaguely do the exercises to help dilation and stuff.

🌟 During the whole ordeal Toad is outside and so is Toadsworth, because none of them were let in, for Mario's (and the medical toads) comfort. The old toad is more or less a nervous mess, so Toad takes on distracting the soon-to-be grandpa, while his daughter and son-in-law (never mind that Peach and Mario weren't married, he'd consider him so if he wished!) were going through the whole thing.

Mario at most was grunting or groaning loudly and stuff, not really screaming or anything, so from outside they couldn't hear much- which was more worrying than comforting, bc they couldn't guess what was going on.

Almost a couple of hours later, one of the nurses peaks their head out, excitedly saying that the first baby has been delivered and it was a healthy baby girl. It leads to Toadsworth being all tears while Toad excitedly (and quietly) celebrates.

Maybe he (or maybe even Luigi) had been keeping their friends updated on the matter? They have a big friend group chat or something and he's been writing the few updates he has been getting, like:

First baby's a girl!!!👶🥳🥳

And he receives a bunch of confetti emojis and crying faces and excited replies in the next few minutes, and asking for pictures (which are sent by Luigi a lot later, when Mariella had been born too, and Mario was sleeping and so were the babies).

🌟 During the birth-

The birth of each baby is extremely quick.

Doctor Toadlina gives the ok to Mario that he's free to push, but he's nervous and he quickly turns to look at Luigi, with his eyes teary and clearly very scared. His brother hugs him and is quick to reassure him that it'll all be okay bc he's right there with him (the meaning behind the words is that as long as they're together everything will be okay :''''v cries in brotherly love), and Mario smiles and nods.

Despite that, he is still feeling terribly nervous, but he's determined to do it anyways (because what other option does he have? Not give birth? He has to do it!), so he firmly grabs Peach and Luigi's hands. He takes a deep breath to brace himself- and then he exhales and takes another breath. Then he quickly looks at Peach with a pout. She smiles brightly back, full of encouragement- so he takes one last breath.

And then, he pushes with all the strength he can muster, holding and clenching Peach's and Luigi's hands firmly, not bothering to hold back (so maybe it feels like the man is trying to break their fingers, but Peach and Luigi don't say anything about that, of course-)

(pipipi kinda sad of these drawings, in the sketches they looked better and like he was really putting force into it skdjks whatevs I lost them)

After the first push, the doctor is pleased to notice that he made a lot of progress right away. And Mario's all slumped back on the pillows and trying to catch his breath, but he smiles very slightly bc he's making it despite his tiredness, woo! Peach and Luigi congratulate him quietly on his efforts, while the princess squeezes his shoulder and his brother pads at his sweaty face with his wrist. That helps too in giving him more determination to keep pushing with all he got.

The thing is that (for the sake of funny, remember) Mario is very strong and it takes one more, really strong push and the first baby pops out in the whole sense of the expression. She just shots out and Doctor Toadlina is definitely caught off guard, but she still manages to hold the baby, the thing is that she stumbles back, and she would've fallen if the assisting nurse toads hadn't hurried to help her stay upright, all caught by surprise.

She's like obviously surprised, as are Peach, Mario and Luigi (who actually took a lot of effort to push his own baby out, so he's like 'wowie bro :0'), but she quickly snaps out of it and congratulates the now officially moms for their baby girl, while the baby cries with all her little lungs' strength, looking too big in the doctor's arms.

Then she instructs the nurses to cut the umbilical cord and do all the procedures to check on the baby's health, while Peach cries because "A baby girl! that means we'll have two baby girls! Oh, Mario!" and Mario looks almost heartbroken that they had to take their baby away (he knows it's for her own wellness, but he just wants to see and hold her already), but then smiles widely at Peach's words, and at his bro's excited congratulations and hugs.

Doctor Toadlina offers Peach to hold their first born so she can bring her to Mario, but Peach is kind of scared and feels shaky from excitement, so she hurriedly tells Luigi to hold their baby instead, since he has more experience. And when he does, Luigi first holds her to Mario's face, and after making the baby kiss his cheek, he places her in Mario's arms.

When the baby is placed in his arms, Mario can't help all his tears because she's so cute! (she's actually a bit ugly, like any newborn baby is) and small (not really, she's bigger than average, especially for a twin pregnancy), and she's utterly perfect (that part's true).

Peach and Mario lean their heads together while admiring their baby (and having so many tears running down their cheeks, but they don't care).

"Oh, Mario- she's perfect," Peach barely chokes out, feeling her heart overwhelmingly full. She turns to him and kisses his head a bunch of times, while Mario smiles brightly. "You did great!"

Then Doctor Toadlina tells Mario that, given baby two's position, it'd be a while for them to be born, so he's allowed to rest and maybe take a quick nap if he wishes to. And Mario takes up on the offer right away.

He leans his head back on the pillows and, with his baby still held in his arms, he knocks out immediately. Peach lets out a surprised but amused giggle. And Luigi shakes his head in amusement too, he gently brushes Mario's hair from his forehead, and then pats his head tenderly. Mario's arms go a bit lose around the baby, but Peach and Luigi make sure he still holds her firmly, supporting his arms with their hands. While Mario naps they whisper about the baby, and how cute she is, with her little cheek squished against Mario's chest.

Peach notes all the physical features that she notices, the clearest one being her round Mario™ nose! And her brown hair, and her little dot eyes, so similar to how she knew Mario's were when he was a baby!

(Mario and Peach totally fall in love when they see their oldest baby- and fall in love again with the second- who arrives almost half and hour later.)

🌟 Once both babies are in Mario's arms, Luigi takes 23429 pictures of the three while claiming that each picture is absolutely perfect, because Mario looks happy in them (and the babies look adorably ugly- like newborns usually do), and Peach, while crying her eyes out, says how she's going to put all 23429 of them in their photo album (that so far has many pictures of Mario's pregnancy process-).

Mario's sure he looks terrible, because despite his joy he feels really exhausted, he can barely keep his eyes open enough to look at Luigi's phone while he snaps several pictures, and even though Peach ran her fingers through his hair to fix it up a bit for that moment, he knew it probably was still a mess.

It's just that everything happened so quickly and it was taking its toll on him, but at least he's very glad that both babies (baby girls! They're Mariella and Nettarina!) are in his arms already.

After everything is done, and he knows his babies are going to be well-cared for, Mario just passes out the rest of the night, and nothing wakes him up. When the babies start to get fussy because they feel hungry, Peach and Luigi take care of them, and they keep doing it for the whole rest of the afternoon and night, all while quietly speaking among themselves how cute the baby girls are and how much they look like either Mario or Peach (definitely more like Mario). Peach tears up almost each time she looks down at the babies' little faces, but it's out of her overwhelming happiness, while she whispers to herself: 'stars, they're finally here!'

At some moment, Peach hands Mariella to Luigi's arms so she can drink some water, since the baby seemed adamant about not joining her twin (and mamma) in sleeping.

"I feel very dehydrated-" she says quietly and then serves herself a glass from their coffee table. Peach makes the mistake of looking back to her brother-in-law and the little bundle of light green blankets in his arms, and she has to cover her mouth to sob again, turning to look at her glass. Oh, she was so small! And so real and there already! She hadn't felt this overwhelmingly happy since... maybe ever. And also, Peach is sure the lack of sleep has something to do with her very emotional state.

"I don't blame you, you've-a cried so much, Peach," mutters Luigi distractedly, as if he hadn't been crying a lot too, while very gently rocking one of his newborn nieces as the baby slowly blinked at him.

She had a round nose like all the Marios did (he, his bro and Magma-), and very relaxed little eyebrows, and almost a full head of reddish chestnut hair. And her little mouth was not even pouting, but Luigi couldn't help but think that she (and her sister, since they were identical) reminded him very much of when Magma was a newborn, and just placed in his arms (he also briefly remembered Mario's and Bowser's weeping when they saw her properly, and he huffed a laugh to himself).

-By the end, Peach puts only some (but still many) of the pictures in their family album, several of Mario holding the girls, either smiling or kissing them, others of her holding them, others of both new moms with their babies, and others of Luigi holding his nieces.

🌟 The next morning, Mario wakes up and the first thing he does is stretch as much as he can, realizing that he actually slept pretty well (and he was even laying on his back!). He feels a bit sore and all but less... heavy. He looks down to his body and sees his still round and swollen belly, but much less than it should be if he had two babies inside. He panics for all of a few seconds as he looks around the room, and a huge relief envelops him as he sees the two wooden bassinets that hadn't been there the day before, until the previous afternoon, when one of the nurses brought them in from the nursery to lay the babies.

He looks at the other two sleeping adults in the room, at Peach sitting in one of the armchairs in their room, with her cheek against her fist in what must be an uncomfortable position, with her crown still placed perfectly on top of her head. And to Luigi, sprawled at the foot of the bed, hatless and snoring slightly.

He smiles to himself slightly and slowly gets out of bed, wincing a bit because he still feels kind of tender from the previous day and the toll it had in his body. Mario waddles sluggishly to the bassinets and his soft smile turns bright as he looks at the little babies' faces. They're still as perfect as they were the day before, when he had them in his arms.

He looks at the oldest baby, Nettarina, wrapped in the red-pink blanket, just like he and Peach accorded that the first baby to be born would be, and then to Mariella, who's wrapped in light green. And whose little dot eyes are blinking open. Mario gets closer to her bassinet, and he leans a bit while smiling softly to her.

"Hi, baby," he whispers, holding out a hand to lightly caress her very soft cheek with a finger. Mariella just keeps blinking, with her little closed fists close to her face. She does a big yawn with her eyes tightly closed, and then she keeps looking and blinking in Mario's direction.

She was just born yesterday, and of course her vision was just terrible, but Mario still smiled at her widely as if to show her how happy he was that she was finally there. After a while the baby fell asleep, all while Mario kept looking at her.

He spent some very good minutes on his feet beside his babies, until Peach stirred awake and, upon seeing Mario standing, scrambled to her feet and with a smile asks how he's feeling-

The morning goes all nicely and stuff while both new moms (and uncle!) spend the time caring for the babies and tending to them. When it's the afternoon and Mario's feeling much better, they first let Toadsworth in -who got there early to ask for Mario's and the babies' state- and he's all weepy while looking at his grandbabies!

Maybe a few days later their friends meet their babies, as do their niblings and Daisy and all :''v

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Okay, so this is significantly larger than other parts have been. Don't expect them to be this big in the future, you greedy little—

Anyway, glad to be posting again. I hope you enjoy this part because it was very fun to write! The next part will probably be about two weeks from now, as I'm currently moving into a new place (not a BIG move, but exhausting nonetheless). Good riddance to bad rubbish, creepy landlord!

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, futanari, threesome, P-in-V sex, anal sex, a suspicious volume of jizz

(Story Index)

Joy joins

You smirk at Joy's shock. "You looked a little thirsty, Joy."

Her shock disappears and she smiles right back (fucking dammit). "I'm always thirsty."

Somehow, that statement sounds a lot more menacing and/or existentially horrifying if she’s not exaggerating than whatever you expected she'd say. Anecha doesn't notice, still twitching from her orgasm, head hung low and the last bit of her cum dribbling down over your knuckles.

Anyway, "So you want some more?" you ask.

Joy hops off the bed. "Of course!"

"More?" Anecha sounds like she’s having some small difficulty catching her breath. She wipes her hair away from her eyes.

“If you’re not satisfied, yes,” you say and nibble on her earlobe.

You already know what her response will be, given the way her nipple and cock harden even further from their already hard state under your fingers, but you still love the way she responds, breathless, “Yes, master. I want more.”

With that, Joy removes your hand from Anecha’s dick, and fully engulfs it in her mouth. You’d call it a deepthroat, but that’s just not technically accurate. But deepthroat or not, it wakes Anecha right back up. She gasps and clutches at your hips for support. Her pussy clutches your cock as well.

Rather than take complete control, you allow yourself a few moments to just enjoy this. You take Anecha’s bikini “armor” all the way off and palm her tits, doing your mortal dangedest to match what you assume is Joy’s intensity. Anecha wiggles, unable to do much more as both of her genitalia sets are locked into place, but that's oh-so-pleasantly acceptable.

"Gods, master…" Anecha moans, "This feels so… so good!"

Pulling out a bit, you

"You like that?" you whisper.

"Fuck yes!" Joy responds.

You smack your forehead. "I meant Anecha."

"Yeah. Her dick is easy to blow, delicious, and I can feel how much she appreciates it. What's not to like?"

"No. The question was for Anecha."

"Oh! Haha, duh. How about it, Anecha? Do you like it when I suck your beautiful cock while master fucks your pretty little pussy?"

Anecha blinks and coughs awkwardly, “Um. Yes.”

“Nice,” Joy says, and then goes back to sucking, thankfully.

You roll your eyes and your hips. Anecha reacts to the latter in kind, bucking the short distance she can, held between you and Joy even more firmly as Joy slips her fingers between your bodies, groping Anecha’s ass.

Anecha groans and whimpers, even as you twist her part way around so you can kiss her. The sounds reverberate in your mouth. It’s clear that Anecha’s overwhelmed. Her hands roam wildly, both where she can reach you and Joy, the tips of her fingers twitching constantly. Her eyes flutter, unfocused, and her words (when you separate yourself enough from her to allow her to speak) are simple, stuttered noises that only give you the barest hint of their meaning.

“Master, your girl’s about to cum again,” Joy's voice saunters out. Sounds like she’s putting in a little more effort not to quip.

You slow to a stop and kiss the back of Anecha’s neck. “Not yet. I want to see her cum in your ass.”

Joy stands up, hugging you (and making an Anecha sandwich), smirking. “Do you want to feel her cum in my ass too?”

“Wh-wha?” Anecha stammers. You’re unsure too.

Joy takes Anecha’s cheeks in her hands and pulls their faces close together. Joy is kind of tall, but Anecha’s a tiny bit taller. “Just a little magic, honey. I’ll make you feel what master feels when he cums in your pussy too, if you want.”

You wish (BUT NOT LIKE THAT) that you could see Anecha’s face. She nods in tiny and gets pulled in for a steamy make out. The way she moans, you’d think Joy was still deepthroating her dick, not tonguing her lips… but that’s a potential double entendre giving you some great ideas. You should write that down.

“Master?” Joy asks, breaking you out of your futa cunnilingus fun thoughts.

“Yes, I’ll have what she’s having.”

One very literal floating sensation later, the whole Anecha sandwich is on the bed. Joy’s on her back, Anecha’s on top of her, and you sit up so you’re not smashing them. They’re making out again, and you get a wonderful view of everything between their legs. From top to bottom, one tiny asshole, a lovely pussy, a cock mostly covering Joy’s ever-weird vagina-free zone, and the metallic, slightly green sheen of the buttplug. Goodness, your ideas are great.

You twist the plug slowly out of Joy, making her moans melt in with Anecha’s, and you admire her slightly open ass, still slick with your cum. It was from hours ago, but it still seems… fresh somehow. Probably more magic stuff. Regardless, your cum mixed with whatever mystical lube flows over the flawless surface as you calmly spin the plug around before touching the warm tip to Anecha’s butt.

Guessing by the muffled but exuberant “mhm’s” and Joy’s groping, spreading hands, everybody else is excited about this idea, so you push. Anecha is tighter, as you could have expected, but a three person team effort is nothing to scoff at. Her asshole stretches and collapses under the plug’s base in the most satisfying way. Without skipping a beat, you also guide her cock into Joy’s ass. All of it makes Anecha squirm, curls her toes, and arches her back. It’s a wonder that she doesn’t cum immediately, but it could be a result of how recently she had her first orgasm of the morning.

To finish off this little jenga tower of sex, you press the tip of your cock to Anecha’spussy and make your way back inside with some difficulty due to the amount of space the plug in her ass is taking up, but certainly with no other difficulty due to how pouring wet it is.

You thought Anecha was overwhelmed before, but it feels like it was nothing now. One of her hands is trapped somewhere under Joy, but the other is clutching the sheets, knuckles white. She bounces up and down, held mostly in place by Joy’s legs wrapped around her back. It sounds like she’s crying, sobbing even, into Joy’s mouth.

Joy catches your attention with a little wave, and points up. Curls of green smoke form letters, words, and eventually a whole message that floats over Anecha’s head just long enough for you to read it:

Hey master! I just thought you might like to know how much raw lust is coming out of Anecha right now. It’s incredible! She’s had one girlfriend and one boyfriend, and after her breakups she’s been having these wonderful dreams about this exact scenario except the butt plug, which is new but she is loving it. Oh, right, so I kind of experience her entire life because when you magically create a living being, you’re connected to them fourth dimensionally. The fifth dimension is an option but it’s kind of overkill OKAY, I’m sorry she’s not a “real anime girl”. I got carried away with the creation bit, and Anecha is kind of my OC (don’t steal). I promise there are girls from actual anime in the app too. I modeled Nami from One Piece after the live action one, but pretty much all of the rest are just like their anime counterparts but fully rendered in 3D. I think you’ll really like Flannery. You know, from Pokemon. Anyway, I could have told you all this later. What was I going to sa RIGHT yeah, Anecha’s favorite part is your cock in her pussy. If you ask her later she’ll probably say her favorite part was the blowjob I gave her but her mind is absolutely swimming with desire for your cock, so it would be SUPER hot if you give her a taste after you cum. Figured I would puff up your pride a little bit by telling you about that. And on that note, I have been holding back her orgasm. I was going to tell you several minutes ago that you can release it by lightly pinching her nipples, but her dick is PULSING in my ass, and the desperation in her lust is intoxicating. It’s sexy in a kind of tragic way. Yeah, just a little pinch and she’ll explode. I guarantee that as soon as you feel it, you’ll go off too. Go as deep as you can inside her. At this point, she NEEDS it in the worst way.

Realizing now that you read all of that mostly unnecessary bullshit while Anecha was being supernaturally edged, you feel a little bad for her. You give her one long, slow thrust until you’re completely hilted inside her, then you grab her by the hip and pull even harder, flattening her ass against your pelvis. Not only are you as deep as you can possibly be, but you’re also pushing the plug as well. Some part of that last sentence is making her whimper pathetically. You reach down without compromising the position of your hips, slide your hands between Anecha and Joy’s breasts, give them each a brief rub, and finally, carefully, you pinch.

Immediately, there’s a cacophony of noise and a barrage of sensation slamming your ears and all of your nerve endings respectively. Anecha screams, Joy screams, you scream. Your dick, separated from your body, erupts with cum, flooding Joy’s ass with a quantity you couldn’t have even imagined last night—Wait, that’s Anecha’s dick, but it’s you that’s cumming, you think. But your cock is erupting too, doing exactly the same thing to Anecha’s pussy. Said pussy is erupting right back, your mixed juices spraying out so emphatically that the sound of it splashing against your stomach is actually audible over all the screaming. Anecha’s hand finds yours and crushes it, consequently crushing her own tit. It’s appropriately meta, as your brains at last seem to be simultaneously registering that you’re experiencing multiple, edged-out orgasms all at once. Stars pop in your vision, partially and rudely obscuring Anecha’s heaving back and Joy’s twitching legs.

It’s all you can do to stay upright, even on your knees. Even so, with all the difficulty you’re having, it looks like Anecha has it worse. Her scream peters out into one long, pained groan between gasped breaths and she convulses like she’s going through one of those crazy fake aphrodisiac JAV orgasms. In her case, it could very well be real. You felt it, after all, and it is appropriately crazy. Plus, she’s got the added stimulation of having her holes stuffed and pounded and her body being groped all over. Maybe you could feel all that sometime… But not this time. You’re already struggling to come down from your cum high, but Anecha is clearly failing to do so.

For her part, Joy doesn’t seem to be in orgasm mode any more, but she pulls Anecha’s head down into the crook of her neck and you see her face for the first time in a little while. Her expression is still euphoric, open mouth, eyes rolled partially up, and breath heavy. You still feel her ass around “your” dick, rhythmically clenching and massaging in that inhuman way that no mortal ass or pussy can do (not that you’d disparage the wonderful feeling of Anecha’s beautiful, quivering core). She sighs heavily and takes a hand off Anecha’s butt to give you a thumbs up, then flops back onto the bed.

“Good game, master,” she says somewhat breathlessly, “I knew we gave Anecha the right build… You’re DPS, I’m support, and she tanks… Perfect basic team composition.”

“What the… shut up,” you respond, similarly out of breath.

Joy gives you a stupid grin, “We’ll make sure to balance elemental equipment next time too.”

You roll your eyes and pat Anecha’s back, rubbing softly. “And how about you? Still feeling good?”

Anecha rolls to the side a bit, and both of your cocks slip out of their respective holes. They’re both quite hard, but her pussy and Joy’s ass both gush with a truly shocking volume of jizz as soon as she moves, ensuring you’re pushed out. Joy gives you a guilty shrug when you look up at her from the impossibly large streams of spunk.

Lips quaking, eyes slightly red, tears smeared all over her face, and somehow with her minimalist makeup perfectly unskewed, Anecha smiles at you. “Master… I’ve never felt… so good in my whole life.”

You climb up, planting kisses from her sweat-slicked hips to her mouth, then her nose and forehead. She giggles, though still notably with a rasp. “Good to hear.”

Anecha puts her shaking hands on your face and kisses your chin, then your lips. “Please, master, um… I’m a little weak now, but can we… please do this again?”

You can’t help but smile. “Of course. For you? With you? Happily.”

She shyly hunches her chin to her chest. “Thank you… A-and the mess I made?”

Looking down at your uniformly white-glazed cock, you chuckle and remember Joy’s smoke message. “I think we all contributed, but…”

Climbing further up, you end up with your penis hovering next to Anecha’s cheek. She reacts quickly, catching a drop of cum on her tongue before it hits the sheets. For a moment, she stares, shocked, and then closes her eyes and runs her tongue along your cock.

“Master… gods, master, it tastes perfect…” she mumbles, irises practically turning into hearts as she slowly cleans you off, savoring every lick.

You give Joy another raised eyebrow and she points up again, another message curling out of green smoke:

Okay. So. Yes. I “engineered” her taste buds so that her brain registers the taste of your cum as extremely delicious. As far as she’s concerned, all sex fluids taste good. Yours is just the best. What are you going to do? Fuck my ass and sue me? To be clear, suing me won’t do you any good. You can fuck my ass and wish for as much money as you want though. That is definitely an option. No legal battle required.

You’d roll your eyes at her again, but by the time you’re done reading, Joy has already slipped down between Anecha’s legs. Anecha moans with her lips around the head of your cock as Joy gently removes the butt plug from her.

Options:

Go to work and put Anecha back in the app so she can rest. You need to get something done.

Leave her out. Anecha can rest on your bed in the real world while you go to work.

Ask Anecha if she wants to stay or go, and also wish for infinite money so work is unnecessary.

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SEMIFINALS: Max Goof (Disney)/Yakko Warner (Animaniacs) VS Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)/Jevil (Deltarune)

Propaganda for Max Goof/Yakko Warner:

I just like them. I think its cute. Romeo and juliet vibes because theyre from different studios, Disney vs warner brothers. They're both funny, dorky guys, and they bring out the best in each other. Plus only child vs overworked older child turned parent is a really good dynamic too.

YAX SWEEP

#YAX SWEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!

#yakko x max opened my third eye #this needs to be a thing

Cameo of Max's VA expressing approval of the ship~!

#YAX SWEEP #LETS GOOO

#yax propagandists ASSEMBLE

#yax sweep #they deserve it

Ok I keep forgetting to submit my own Yax propoganga but I have put so much thought into them.

They have the same sense of humor, we literally see them tell almost identical jokes. They’re both such dramatic showoffs and they both are schemers, they're both the brains of their group (friends v family)

They’re complimentary.

They’re foils.

Beause Yakko isn’t as open with his emotions, he’s more sarcasti. But Max has been truthful about what he feels since Goof Troop. It's there on the surface and he communicates and understands in ways that would be SO good for Yakko. They're two sides of the same coin. They are opposites but they support each others weaknesses. Yakko wants so badly to make people laugh, and it’s so important to him to do so. His self worth is connected to it, but Max doesn’t like his laugh and suppresses it. It practically writes itself. So yeah, there’s all the fun WB/Disney forbidden lovers, but it works off a dynamic that would already work really well. That's why I like them so much

Propaganda for Dimentio/Jevil:

#JEVENTIO MADE IT IN!!

They’re both insane clowns, they both have purple and yellow in their colors, they both (if you make it to Jevil’s fight) make an effort to kill the player, there’s so much in common.

Silly little guys who kill

CLOWNS

#JEVENTIO SWEEP #I love my chaotic bastards

#JEVENTIO

#GET THOSE CLOWNS TO THE TOP OF THE BRACKET #CMONNNNNN

#as the number one jeventio fan i order ya'll to vote jeventio #PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS #I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SEEING THE SHIP GET RECOGNITION THO THIS IS INSANE

#yay for the clowns!!! #I hope they win this!!

#please vote jeventio!!! #it's a lot more fun!!

#JEVENTIO SWEEP!! #two chaotic clowns is a match made in heaven!!

#JEVENTIO SWEEEEEP

#JEVENTIO?!???? #GO FOR THE CLOWNS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #spm 🤝 deltarune (having a singular goofy jester. they’re in love btw) #manipulative evil bastard who almost destroyed the ENTIRE MULTIVERSE #x chaotic little ball whos fully convinced you’re all trapped and doomed #also they’re both non-binary. if you even care

I really feel like Jevil and Dimentio would level each other out well! Sure they’re both villains, but that doesn’t make their ship any less sweet!

#GO GO JEVENTIO! WIN WIN WIN!

#VOTE JEVENTIO!! just because something is chaotic doesn’t mean it’s any less loving!!

Art Credit: Max/Yakko art by @/doodle-poofes Jevil/Dimentio art by @/kannra-orhara

#Crossover Ships Tournament #Poll Tournament #Max Goof #Goof Troop #A Goofy Movie #Yakko Warner #Animaniacs #Dimentio #Super Paper Mario #Jevil #Deltarune

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chemistryread · 1 year

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she is both hellfire and holy water

- part IV

I choose to love you in silence, for in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance, for distance will shield me from pain.

jake seresin

callsign: scorcher

part III

part V

disclaimers/tags: female!aviator!reader. jake is a tired loverboy. slowburn and angst.

a/n: this chapter was hard to put together tbh, alternating between jake and scorch, but i hope it's good enough. the pace picks up from here, i promise. i'm also teasing a few things that will get explained later. another gentle reminder i don't know how navy rankings and inner-workings go. thank you so much for all the attention, the first part hit 1k notes and that's a first for me, so i'm really happy <3 anyways, enjoy :)

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Bradshaw found another way to make his life harder.

What the hell did he tell you last night?

You were late for training. Sat in the back, next to Fritz. Stayed mostly quiet in the comms. When Maverick asked why you didn't take the killshot, you replied that you got distracted. Curt, annoyance drenching your words. Definitely uncharacteristic for the two of you.

At lunch, he asks everyone if they've seen you. Turns out you went off-base, supposed to go with Bob and Trace but they were ahead of everyone else in the programme so Cyclone wanted a word with the duo.

There's no reason for him to worry about you going alone. You must have done it many times before. But he's agonizing over not having heard a single thing from you all day, not directed to him.

He doesn't want to overstep, either. For all he knows, this sudden silence has nothing to do with him. So he spends as much of his free time at the gym, pushing to the point of failure to have something else to think about.

When he gets to The Hard Deck, you're already there. In your moss green dickies and a tight top, looking unbothered. He wonders if you put effort into looking so effortlessly pretty.

Javy is back too, holding the darts as he shoots.

Bradley is playing the piano, and you're sitting next to him. Watching with a pleased smile on your face, shoulders dancing to the song. To be fair, most of the squad are doing the same, but he doesn't look at them.

"Dude, if you don't want me to ask you should hide it better."

He calls out, handing another dart for him to prick right into the red circle.

"Nothing to hide, Coyote, absolutely nothing."

Voice leveled, cool-headed.

"If you say so." Another dart flies too close to his friend's nose. "Oh, and, uhm, you should definitely not look now."

With that, Jake turns mid throw and finds a now standing Bradley turning a shot glass, with his arm around your shoulders. Hands intertwined as you drink with him.

Throws. Dead center again.

"C'mon, let's go over there."

Javy laughs. At him, he knows.

Phoenix bugs her eyes out, licking her lips, ready to lunge. "Look who decided to join us. Tired of playing with yourself?"

"Not as much as you must be. Drought's still pretty bad, huh?"

She's unclenching her jaw to respond, but you surprise everyone first. "Would that make him a mirage?"

They follow your gaze to a young man, a civillian, shamelessly checking Trace out.

The dark-haired woman leans to whisper in your ear, and Rooster fails in his attempt to discreetly overhear, annoyed face being shoved back by your hand.

He backs up to give you privacy, but you keep him close with fingers still laced together. Hangman takes a long sip, noticing the angry unsteadiness of his hold on the bottle. You catch the way his hand trembles, sending a questioning look his way, but he ignores it.

Nodding along, eventually, you push Natasha in the direction of the guy, saying only "Please. Have fun."

You finally let go of Rooster's hand - Jake perks up, hoping you might finally acknowledge him, and ends up letting beer trickle down the corner of his lips - standing up and announcing you're going to get another round. Leaving him looking silly, eyes still tracking your body as you walk away from him again, back of his hand clumsily wiping at his chin.

From afar, he watches you slump on the stool. You look upset, running your hands through your hair and smiling weakly at Penny. Maverick is on your side, a mischievous energy about him.

The trouble you're in is truly indescribable.

Seeing Maverick finally join the squad at the Hard Deck, you run to him and Penny, probably ruining their night if you're honest.

If you could have a superpower, you would chose being able to keep your feelings to yourself. It kills you to overshare, regretting it every time.

But these two love a gossip, completely enthralled by your current problem and encouraging you to open up with booze.

"You guys are enablers, that's what you are."

Pete laughs, his smile jovial and cheeky. Not too different from his girlfriend's. Made to be, truly. It makes you thoroughly envious.

The woman was the first one to put everything together, on your first round back at Fightertown. She was nice enough not to tell Mav until he got to the same conclusion on his own. When he did, however, they had cornered you separately a handful of times in the span of a week, testing and comparing the answers you gave them until you finally confessed.

Lieutenant Seresin makes you feel a certain special way. And you hate it, so much.

Mav is a friend your academy days, when he was called to supervise the testing of a new aircraft. You were handpicked to be one of the reserve pilots, which had meant you might get a chance to take it for a test drive too. (You did.) It was only for a week, but you grew particularly close, bonding over losing a backseater.

When you were called back to Top Gun for the uranium mission, you quickly put together that the Hard Deck's owner and your old friend had history. Possibly lending a helping hand to their happy ending.

This is karma, then. You meddled with their situation, and now they feel comfortable enough to do the same with you.

The difference is, there's no history. Jake doesn't even know.

All those months ago, getting comfortable with the squad, you liked everyone. Apparently he didn't realize, but you liked him too. Despite everyone's fairly placed mistrust of Hangman, something nagged at your heartstrings.

It doesn't happen often. You're not one to feel strongly about someone you don't even know either way. So this continuous faith in him, it had to mean something, even if you don't truly understand it.

His imposing attitude, his ego, those are not palatable, to be exact. But are they surprising, for a Navy pilot?

Looking past that, you saw an ambitious, gutsy man. Accomplished and confident. Benevolent, tenderhearted. (Some would not agree with the last, but you know. Or you think you do, anyway.)

None of those traits are frowned upon. Even the ones that get people to roll their eyes at first glance, they make sense once you see the rest of him. It's just one side, that settles in perfectly with the others. Completes him in a fascinating fashion.

He's interesting.

But you understand meeting Hangman and writing him off as one more self-absorbed dickhead who won't improve your life. Can do without. And you wish that's how you saw him as well.

However, your conscience furiously screamed at you to be smarter than the others. Don't pass on this great person just yet, because you were too busy following everyone else. Some of the best are not usually what they seem.

Once your brain captures the potential of a special someone, your heart doesn't hesitate to follow. Again, rarely happens. But when it does, it's all-encompassing. (And scary.)

That persistence to dig deeper, obssess over believing in him, for no apparent good reason, it'll take you to an early grave.

Your eyes would track him around the bar and you'd go quiet, wondering if you're imagining or hoping for things that aren't really there. Spiraling into an isolating back and forth with yourself.

That's when Penny took notice of your unique treatment of Seresin.

Smart woman, she read you for filth. You act indifferent because you're terrified he might see you care for him. More than you do the others. If he finds out, you might have to explain to him something you can't even explain to yourself. If he has no idea, you never have to deal with it.

You're not good with this. Emotional connection, hope, asking, rejection.

As much as you are curious, and you wish you could see it through, you're too afraid it will only drag you down.

There's also the stomach-turning consideration that he likely doesn't even think of you. Paying attention for nearly a year, you concluded he enjoys the company of bubbly and happy-go-lucky personalities. So do you, to be honest. Who doesn't?

You're a little more rough around the edges, too busy licking your wounds and guarding up from others to remember to let your hair down. You can joke as much as the next aviator, but you'd never be truly lightfooted.

It's like something haunts you everywhere you go. A fear of intimacy, to be completely forthcoming. You do your best to hide it, offering a friendly face to most, but it wouldn't surprise you if people called you distant.

"What I don't understand is why you're running away from this. You said it's been a great time! Are you this scared of loving someone?"

"Whoah, hold your horses, woman! 'Love'? Who said anything about that?"

The two look at each other with knowing smiles. Hot anger brews inside, bothered when people try to tell you how you feel. Even if you are being stubborn and purposefully deceiving yourself.

"You know what I mean. Maybe you don't love him yet, but you're so scared you might one day get there and not know what to do with it, so you deny, deny, deny. It's ridiculous."

"Yeah, it is ridiculous."

You joke, clearly trying to shoot down her assessment of you, but you don't sound too sure.

"Didn't you come over to us, asking for help with your troubles?"

It's Maverick's turn at the end of your glare.

"Correct. To help murder whatever it is that's growing inside of me." They shake their heads. "Hey, you guys are speaking as if you're so sure he feels the same, when you have absolutely no reason to believe as much. For all we know, he tolerates me at best. Maybe not even that. If this becomes something real, what happens when I screw up or he realizes I'm not that great? What then? Going through all of that for nothing, you're encouraging me to get heartbroken. It's sadistic!"

These last few weeks, letting him in, they were a mistake. You should have know better.

Jake's sweet. He listens, he looks at you, and when he does you memorize every speck of green in his eyes so you can dream about them later. It's maddening.

A mind of his own, you enjoy when he rambles. As you had considered before, the ego and the self-confidence are not fronts. He is like that, a little full of himself. And you like it so much. Every time he talks, he stands tall and puts his foot down. Velvety voice booming, confident cadence, claiming his right to be heard. Beautiful.

And you knew all of that, surprised only by the part where he hears back. Props you up to put your two cents in as well, and although you're much calmer in your approach, he drives you crazy with some points.

Rarely, in your entire life, have you enjoyed just talking to someone so much, for a person who prefers to only speak when you have a point to make.

It's not all serious, and you're thankful for that. He has always been clever with his remarks, and when you don't know how to reach out to people, you make them feel good by laughing with them. Whether he's being charitable or not, he laughs with you too.

It's a mutual shedding of walls. You wonder if he takes it as seriously as you do.

When you're together, all the other things surrounding you struggle severely to draw you away. All that matters is being in his presence, and wishing he enjoys being in yours.

That's why you're in trouble. This hasn't happened before. You've never…well, you've never been in love before. Or even close to it. And here's this pretty boy, with a lot of personality, giving you his full attention even after you were less than friendly with him. Insisting on breaking into your heart. No one has ever fought this hard for you before, with the exception of Maverick. It does feed hope into your heart, no matter how hard you push against it.

Penny pulls you away from your thoughts by squeezing your hand.

"And if it doesn't happen that way? What if he likes you more everyday he spends with you?" She looks to Pete, clear blue eyes softening, tight lips turning up. Another squeeze. "We know this doesn't happen to you, so it would be nice to see it develop."

"C'mon, Pen, you've seen thousands of Navy men pick up women here, including him. It would take someone special to pull him out of that comfortable life, and I'm not it."

"Stop talking about yourself that way! And I don't think Seresin is like that. You're right, I have seen thousands of men who don't give up that life even after they get married. He's not one of them. I know, like you knew he was worth believing in."

She holds your gaze, a lot less patient than Pete, and you can't stop the rolling of your eyes.

"It'll go away." You say it with stern determination, as if you had a magic spell prepared and all. Behind the bar, Penny huffs. "I don't want it. Throw it away. How do I do that, now?"

It's the older man's turn to laugh at your drunken words.

"Sweetheart, that's not how it works. I know you're not well-versed in feelings, but c'mon, you're smarter than this."

"Mav, I really, seriously, honestly don't want to fall for him."

Tears pool at your eyes, and you can see him jump a little at the sight. A lot of new things around here. Because of Jake. You kind of want to go punch him right now.

Your fingers run through your hair nervously, you're a mess.

"And what's your plan, then?" Penny asks, drying clean glasses to have an excuse to avoid the waiting patrons. "Because, this- Being friends without confronting your feelings first, I don't think that's going to work. You can't do that, honey, it's not healthy."

"I can't just stop talking to him now, can I?" Both shake their heads. You sigh. "I thought, maybe, knowing him better would force me to see that I was either wrong or overshooting, but all it did was fuel this hopeful feeling for more. In my heart, not my brain, that one is yelling at me to take three big steps back."

The three of you laugh together.

"You don't have to figure it out tonight, maybe you're right and it'll go away. In the meantime, don't overthink it."

Penny and you groan in synch.

"Don't worry so much, is that your advice?"

"Works for me."

You hum, considering. Pete Mitchell, one thing about him is that he does take control of his own life, for better or worse.

"Rooster disagrees."

Two pairs of eyes widen at you, but the man is the one who asks. "Bradley knows?"

"Not exactly. Last night, he pulled me away with a bullshit excuse to warn me that he thinks Hangman has ulterior motives, with me." You snort, taking a sip of your forgotten drink. "I yelled at him for thinking he has any right to be protective, and for making assumptions. Anyway, long story short, I lied and said there was nothing to worry about. I'm on top of it, and I can handle him if I have to."

"Huh, and he doesn't even know that what you want to be on top of and handle-"

"Penny!"

You shush her and Maverick shudders next to you.

"Please don't say that out loud, ever again."

"Sorry. Is that why he's all over you tonight? Like, more than usual."

"Uhm," You scan the bar to look for your friend but find Jake first, and he winks at you. You can't help but smile, bitterly amused by the absurdity of being brought to tears over a man who has absolutely no clue, while the same man inconsequentially flirts with you across the room. You look away, before you can start blushing.

"Did you mean that 'honey', the other day?"

Enraptured by your presence (after not hearing much from you all day), it seems Jake didn't notice everyone run to the pool table as soon as the group who was hogging it left, and he was alone with Rooster.

"First of all, it's none of your business what I call Scorcher-"

"I mean, can't even call her Scorch, that sort of speaks for itself, no?"

"Secondly. Why do you ask? Feeling threatened?"

He can't see the big hazel eyes behind the thick sunglasses he's wearing, but Bradley stands up straighter, taking his time to answer.

"Just don't do anything stupid. I'm watching you."

Instinctively, Jake puffs his chest and stands up nose-to-nose with his fellow aviator.

At the perfect moment, your gazes cross, finding each other across the bar. A bashful, flirty smirk grows over his lips and he winks. Cheesy and transparent, the same unbeatable confidence that irks Rooster whenever he pulls the girl they were both looking at first.

Much to his surprise, you grant him a genuine smile, the first one that is a positive unmediated response to his antics.

He imagines himself glowing in front of Bradshaw, energy renewed by your approval when the dirty-blonde was just talking his ear off. He comes out on top, again. Did you watch that, asshole?

A deep growl rises from the bottom of the man's throat, accepting defeat. Too intimately for his own taste, ungraceful hands drag him along to the rest of the group.

"Think so, yeah. Again, he thinks he needs to shelter me or something."

"Sounds like him."

Penny hums in agreement, with a sly smile on her lips. You don't even want to know.

"Makes you want to shake him by his stupidly broad shoulders and yell at him to relax."

"The day Rooster relaxes, I'll be able to fucking sleep at night."

Snorting at the uncommon instance of Mav swearing, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

In a moment of quiet, you miss Phoenix. Maybe you should get her opinion on everything, she usually has her head on her shoulders about things. Then again, she's dealing with a lot on her own.

The Jake thing wasn't the only problem Rooster had last night. You would've broken the juicy news to your favorite couple, but it was not your secret to share.

You're gone for a while, but every time he looks, you're still with the couple, and it's clear that you're the one doing most of the talking. He hopes to get a chance to pull you aside later and ask what's going on. Cautiously, of course.

When you finally return, your speech is a little slurred and your cheeks are flushed. Hair loosened from all the times you ran your fingers through it.

It distracts him from Bob handing him the pool stick.

"Where's Tasha?"

"With mirage man."

"Still? He wasn't that good." Heads snap up to you, and Jake's eyes look away from the table, taking in your heedless state. "What? Friends share."

Rooster chokes on his beer and Fanboy inches closer, both men drowning you in questions.

Did you say something weird? You're a little too tipsy to care.

Just because you're not romantic doesn't mean you can't have fun. The Hard Deck was a special spot, constantly blessed by many handsome faces, and you weren't denying yourself everything, despite what Miss Pretty Penny might think. Then again, like you said, they were hardly ever that good and they certainly denied you actual pleasure, sometimes.

You warned Trace of that when she leaned into your ear to ask if you wouldn't mind her sneaking off with a guy you had been with before. That was your only qualm with it. But she could use the distraction, so you ultimately ushered her away with him.

A bit of regret spreads through your chest as you wish she was here now, helping ward off the curious naughty boys trying to interrogate you. Those who dine in silence, enjoy it the best, you tell them.

The next best contender comes to the rescue.

After a purposeful horrendous miss, he returns the stick to Floyd.

"Personal space, creeps. Don't be invasive." You take his hand before he can even ask. "Air?"

Your fingers don't lace with his, letting go as soon as you're outside, and he pretends not to notice or care. Drowning the knot in his throat with a sip of his warm beer, which he started neglecting when he noticed you were going a little over your limit, planning on keeping a watchful eye, take care of you if needed.

Instead, they pull at the hairband, finally letting all the strands fall down your shoulders, threading them impatiently. It's messy and unkempt. He enjoys getting a glimpse of the curls fully.

Your movements are automatic as your mind wanders off, eyes on the ocean but not really focusing.

Jake is not touchy. It's unexpected, boys like him - confident, good-looking, used to female attention - tend to be. But he's very respectful, keeps to himself. In the gym, the closest he gets to you is the tip of his fingers poking your side if you're doing something wrong, only doing more if you explicitly tell him you need help. It's brief, though, and sturdy. Helpful. You chuckle to yourself, thinking you like it when he helps you. You hate feeling incompetent, but if it meant Seresin would pick you up, well you might just trip over your own feet.

"How did you get drunk? It's so early."

His grin is tight and sincere, gorgeous.

The image of the couple flashes through your brain and you almost cuss them out.

"Penny and Mav! Who knew old friends could be so scheming."

"Why were they scheming?"

"To get me to talk."

"About?"

Jesus. When did you get so careless?

You turn with a glint in your eyes. Shaking a finger, hilariously, at him. "Nope. Not telling you, of all people."

"Had to try." No, you really didn't. His eyes sharpen. "What do you mean, 'of all people'?"

Damn him. Sober and clever. Would he let you punch him, if you asked? Maybe he'll give up if you distract him.

"Shut up, Seresin, look at the waves!"

Yeah, you're pretty gone.

"C'mon, talk to me, for once."

The light tone you had is replaced by a husky, exasperated one.

"What do you mean, 'for once'? I talk to you more than the entire squad! Maybe Phoenix, but it's pretty equal. Not like proportionate to the time we've been friends, but meaning. Does that make sense? I tell you more than I tell them."

At the same time, you want to bury your head in the sand to stop talking, and also shake him from his shoulders, ask him if he really doesn't see it.

So you cross your arms over the railing, bumping your forehead lightly as if it's going to bring you back to your senses and erase all the feelings you have for the man leaning so close. He's so close.

Something wicked twists inside him, feeling his lips dare to twist up.

Desperation oozes from him, yes, but he wants to know. Banking on your absent-mindedness and the fabricated tilt of teasing in his voice covering for him.

"C'mon, you don't need to lie to make me feel better. I would say if there's a top three, it would be Trace, Bradshaw and maybe, then, me. Right?"

Honestly, your ranking is more like Tasha, Floyd and Rooster. The order can alternate depending on the day.

His gaze is searing hot, sweat trickling down the back of your neck, nearly enchanting enough to convince you to give everything away.

How would he react to knowing you're just another girl captivated by him? The hooks of desire and curiosity and interest ripping you open tear by tear, with every smirk you catch on his face.

Looking into pretty little green orbs, you want to gently cradle his face (maybe butthead him first) and connect your lips as delicately as possible, dreaming about how it would feel when it picks up, moaning your admiration straight down his throat.

Fucking bastard, doesn't even know.

"Seresin, you're on a whole different ball park." Stretching your arms in front of you, holding onto the railing and leaning your head back, your heart is a lot more still than you expected in a moment like this. Maybe it finds relief in being put first, chosen over your brain, just this time. "Don't bother comparing."

It burns him deep. He can feel the wrinkle in between his brows.

Are you saying you don't even consider him as much as the other two? He wouldn't put it past you, to say something so gut wrenching as if it's nothing. Or, just maybe, you mean you've made a category just for him, a special spot, exclusive. A slot not even Rooster can break into. Jesus, he can feel his muscles contract with how strongly he wishes for the second.

He's silent. For a minute.

There's your answer. His reaction was uncomfortable silence. Well, what else did you expect?

Chancing a look, you notice the tension in his shoulders. Maybe he thinks he has to reject you now. A pitying Jake Seresin speech sounds like the worst thing that you could go through at the moment, so you gather all your strength to come across unbothered. Only joking.

"You look really serious right now. It's kind of funny."

He turns his full body to you, hands massive against the thin wooden board, chest pushing against the thight shirt. Your smile falters a little, swallowing roughly. So much trouble.

Remembering how well you took his flirty wink earlier, he puts effort into making sure you feel the drag of his eyes, half-lidded, from your head to your toe.

"It's your fault. I keep trying to figure you out, but you make it real hard, darlin'."

Like a flashback, Rooster's words come back to you. Was he right? Did you need to worry about this?

Figure you out.

"Is that what this is?"

The change is so quick, he has trouble keeping up. Your voice is small, but your eyes glimmer in the moonlight, something entirely different taking over. He's seen it before in fucking wolves.

He thinks he imagines your tongue licking your teeth. It's his turn to shiver.

"This?"

"Yeah, this." You step closer to him, perfect posture and folded arms. "Let's be honest, Hangman, you're not the kind of guy to unpretentiously start a friendship. There's gotta be something you want, ultimately. So, what is it?"

Jake can see the fire slowly growing behind your eyes and he feels like he can't trust the floor not to give way under him and swallow him whole.

For the entire time you've know each other, this is the first chance you've given him to learn things about you. Slowly. You were the last of the squad to open up to him. Maybe he sees you as a challenge, while you see him as- God, you feel stupid. And too drunk to hold back your tongue.

So you attack him, of course. It's in your nature. Too easy to slip back into your shell, standoffish and suspicious.

"What? I'm trying to get to know you, that's just how people become friends, Scorcher."

"Figure me out?"

It won't help, he knows, but he can't stop himself from laughing. Loud and honest, rolling his eyes.

"Manner of speech, beautiful. Tell me, is every time we have a conversation just a waiting opportunity for you to fucking pick my words apart and get on my nerves? Is this revenge, for all the times I pissed you off?"

"Oh, if it's so bothersome, why do you stick around?"

I really like you.

The wind is blowing your hair, and you look kind of like a deity. Taller, darker, fearless.

Eyes are boring into him as if you know something he doesn't, like you've discovered an entire plan he had against you. Except, there's nothing.

Well, there is one thing. The craving he's resisting of grabbing you by your hips and pushing you against the wall, shut you up for a long hour or two with his tongue deep down your throat and his thigh perfectly placed in between your legs. Punishing and devoted in the same breath.

But he's pretty sure you have no idea that's what's on his mind. Would you even like that? No, you'd probably knee him in the crotch and go back inside, laughing at him with Maverick and…Oh.

"Wait a minute." His expression of utter loss twists into anger, an accusation. Biting into the cold air. "Rooster. That little show in the TV room last night. What did he say to you?"

You take a step back, looking away when he steps forward.

Dead little birdy, he swears.

"Whatever do you mean…"

You shrug, faking innocence, but he's not in the mood for joking right now.

"Scorch."

A shaky breath, gasp cut short by teeth trapping your lips shut. Yes, he is playing dirty, but it's not like he hadn't been patiently waiting for the right moment to use it. It feels holier than your name.

It is endearing from everyone else, and earth-shattering from him.

That's what those who know you call you by. Honestly, you never expected to be on his radar, not really. Not in a way that was important. More like someone who passed by, who's remembered vaguely, not lingering too long on your memory before changing the subject.

It is also just a name. So you quickly compose yourself before he can notice the catastrophic impact he has on you.

Nose high in the sky, you recollect yourself. Stubborn and predictable.

"Hangman."

Your stubbornness has the desired effect, wearing him down until he gives up.

A juvenile bitterness (also called jealousy) takes over. He sighs and starts to walk away.

"You know what, forget it."

But then he's leaving you, threatening to dismiss everything, and a pathetic urgency to keep him possesses your body. Throwing all of earlier's caution and hesitance out the window.

He's halfway to the door when you unfold your arms and lean back to grab him, pulling on his sleeve.

Cursing and worshipping him with one balled fist, the warm woodsy smell giving you a headache.

"Fine." You snicker at his smirking face. So he can get what he wants, even with you. Save that for later. "He did say something."

You adorably tug on his shirt again, asking for him to move back to his previous spot.

Purposefully sliding very close in front of you - noses would be grazing if you hadn't moved your head away in embarrassment - he leans back against the railing one last time. Eyebrows raised, satisfied grin.

"Well?"

"You're fucking aggravating, you know that? It's important to me that you know how much of an annoying little prick you are."

"Not little. But the rest I can agree with." You groan, totally not joking, and he gets the feeling of Deja Vu. "You're just mad you're about to throw your friend under the bus for me, angel face. To be fair, I would be confused too. After all this time, what changed?"

He almost forgets what you were meant to talk about while he has a bit of fun at your expense. He's teasing like he used to before, but it's more rewarding now. You're looking at each other, words at the tip of your tongues, instead of abandoned in your throats. He finally gets to hear what you have to say to him.

"Yes, Seresin, you have bewitched me within seven days and now I must betray all of my good friends for you in hopes that you'll feel the same." He smiles at your theatrics. You're happy to see the idea amuses him, because you're terribly afraid it might come true. "No, I'm not trying to burn Rooster, he's just a fucking idiot."

Big grin, crossed arms. "I'm all ears, darling."

You sigh and take the space next to him, elbows brushing lightly, mimicking his pose.

In your defense, you told Bradley the same.

His ways are complicated. You understand, wholeheartedly, that he was raised on the honorable principle of watching over your own. And you're more than grateful to be one of his people. Hopefully, he knows you'd do the same for him, in a heartbeat.

But the way he spoke to you like you didn't know any better, it was condescending. He was overbearing and selfish. And that's not true to your friendship, you never went over each other like that.

You were always very supportive of his relationships, romantic or otherwise. You mediated for him and Maverick whenever they butted heads, which is (not at all surprising) often.

This thing with Tasha.

You were there for him, through and through. So you felt blindsided by this petty possessiveness, and the utter lack of belief in your judgement.

During training, you were so fed up, still irritated by his behavior, that you couldn't even focus. For the sake of being fair, you also wanted to consider Rooster's theories.

The young man didn't know, obvioulsy, but you looked at Jake with rose-colored glasses, for sure. As attentive as you are to who you can or cannot count on, it is possible you'd let something slide for him. You were so appalled at the idea that you couldn't look anyone in the eye, not even Mav.

(He noticed. And he sent you off-base after lunch to clear your head.)

Bradley asked for truce, offering you a ride to The Hard Deck after bumping into you in the base's hallways.

On the way, he lets you scold him a little more before apoligizing. And you know, God, you know he meant well. You want to tell him that, actually, you're not so much Hangman's new victim. Or that you'd be mostly alright with that. Mostly. But that would start a whole new discussion, instead letting him blissfully bask in ignorance.

So, yeah, it feels icky to criticise him to the cause of his worries.

"I don't know, he has this complex, that he needs to look out for everyone or he's a bad friend." Your brows are furrowed, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you think. When the words came out, it sounded like you were already regretting being so harsh. "I- That's not a bad thing. I'm not saying it is. But- It's just-"

"It's too much. You don't like being fussed over, I know."

He knows. Rooster doesn't, but he does. Now, that's a statement.

You meet his gaze poignantly, leaning on the tip of your toes absentmindedly and causing you to look as tall as him. He wants to squeeze your jaw and force you to let go of the meaty inside of your mouth. You've probably drawn blood by now.

"Hm. I thought you said you couldn't figure me out." He watches the spark in your eyes when he shrugs, looking impressed, only half kidding. A combination of sorrow and amusement. They definitely flick to his lips before returning to your shoes. "Yeah, that's terrifying, I regret everyhting. Is it too late to pretend we never met?"

His shoulders shake with laughter, and he bumps you gently.

"What did he say, Scorch?"

You look at him again, pained expression reigning over your features. It's cute, that you have this much of a hard time selling someone out. Loyal, he remembers. To Bradshaw, he remembers and cringes.

"Keep this between us?"

"I had a dream where you said that, once." Twice, three, four, countless times. You take advantage of your new height to push the back of his head, smiling. It's a pretty sight. "I might tell Javy, can't promise not to, but I'll make sure he doesn't tell anyone."

"Whatever. He was, or is worried. That you have a game plan, or something. And whatever it is, is the reason why you got close to me recently. Basically, he wants to know what your intentions are."

You speak slowly and laugh at the end, uncomfortable and awkward. You're right, it does feel wrong to talk about this.

Bradshaw has no fucking idea what his intentions are. But he can imagine what he thinks they might be. A hypocrite, since he has done it to so many girls before.

The minute you tell him, you recognize it as a possible mistake. It'll change things. Question is, which way?

It's definitely a bad thing for Bradley to say. He's accusing his fellow aviator of being slimy, treacherous, untrustworthy. Things that have been said about Seresin before by others, a lot of times to his face, but as far as you know this is the first time it comes from someone this close, someone who is part of a tight-knit team with him, bickering and gossiping to someone who was also close.

"Okay, I can see the cogs turning in your head. Look, you are diametrically opposed personalities. Of course he has a hard time trusting you."

"Please, Scorcher, it's not about trust. It's about you, he thinks I want to take advantage of you. He's insulting both of us in the same breath, or do you not think that it's a bit infantilizing, to you?"

You surprise him with a smile. You can appreciate Jake's concern for you during his rant.

"I do. And I already gave him a piece of my mind for it, he apologized profusely. You would've loved it, I'm sure."

"Probably. Still, if he thinks he can just-" He relaxes when you whisper his name. It's not a warning, it's a plea. Let go. Just one thing, he can't help. "Okay, so you believed him, then? Otherwise, why did you grill me a few minutes ago, basically with his words, I'm assuming?"

The soles of your feet are fully planted back on the floor. You take a second before looking at him again.

"No, not initially. If I did, I wouldn't have gotten mad at him. But, you said something specific there, and it weirded me out. I'm sorry."

"It wouldn't have weirded you out if you just trusted me."

Instantly, you step away from him and he regrets the acidity in his voice.

"Jake, we never even talked before this week. It's only fair-"

"That you take Bradley's word on it? Remind me to congratulate him on how well he brainwashed you, just like every other girl who waltzes around here." He knows he's being unreasonable, but it's too late. You don't give him anything yet, waiting for him to apologize. "I'm just saying, you didn't look too mad at him tonight."

Heat comes to his cheeks as he remembers your fingers laced with the other pilot's.

"No, what are you actually saying?"

He shouldn't. But of course it bothers him, and he needs to scratch that itch.

"C'mon, you don't think he's a little too territorial of you? He didn't even flinch when Trace went off with that guy earlier. But he needs to have a whole conversation with you. To warn you. Of the big bad guy. If he was so concerned, he would've talked to me! Not try to push you away from me, that's manipulative as fuck, please tell me you see that?"

"I don't think he meant it like that."

You're smaller, hugging your sides, but still defiant.

"Scorcher, he likes you."

All the wind is knocked out of you. How can one brilliant man be so daft?

(In all honesty, last summer, during one of your many barbecues with Mav, Penny and Bradley, the latter had said something. If you never find someone, I can be the guy. You had laughed, and then apologized when you noticed he was serious. A long conversation that could've been summarized by simply saying it isn't like that between us. He had agreed. Ever since, you're certain his admiration of you had grown into feelings of companionship, more than anything else. But neither of you had discussed it again. Regardless, he had confessed it to you, and so you feel the need to stick up for him, pay him back for being so trusting and honest.)

A scoff, and you walk right up to him, arms still crossed over your chest.

"Are you sure you're not projecting, Hangman?" He is furiously biting his tongue so you can enlighten him. "Scheming, stabbing in the back, manipulating. That's sort of your thing. Maybe you just don't like the sour taste of your own medicine."

Your lips are parted, a sliver of drool connecting from them, just barely.

Both of his hands come up to your face, thumb ghosting over the bottom lip, jolting when he feels your shudder.

He looks upset. Discouraged.

"You didn't deny it."

Eyelids screw shut for a second, before you laugh again and abruptly cut all physical contact with him.

"What does it matter? Truly."

It matters that he can't do this, compete with Bradshaw. He's lost a few times. He's the step-in, he knows.

It's stupid, but...he wants you to look at him with the same eyes people look at the enviable Bradley. Defend me.

He doesn't care if he takes this too far for a friend.

"Hey, I get it. He's the one you take home to the family. Enjoy."

You don't think he hears the constrained way you laugh. What family?

He's halfway up the deck when you stop him again. Your nails dig into his tanned skin. A weird sensation to hear his name strained in your voice. Bad, he hates it.

"You don't get anything, Seresin. And you didn't ask me. Doesn't it matter?" You punch him in the chest, not your full force but it's meaningful. "That I'm not in love with him."

I'm not in love with Rooster. It's not Rooster. Please.

There's no air coming in or out of you. Your eyes sting, and your hands are sweaty. Please.

If he was only listening, he would've guessed you were on the verge of tears. Now that he's looking down at you, he sees that you're angry, undoubted and unmistakenly.

The answer is no. As long as you put Bradshaw first, it doesn't really matter who you are or aren't in love with.

Didn't he say like, instead of love?

His head hurts.

"I need a beer."

Your body demands you put some distance between you, disappointed in his response, watching as he pulls the door open.

God, you're an idiot.

"Asshole!"

"You already knew that, my dear."

And he walks back inside, not minding the way he bumps both Phoenix and Rooster.

Not until he notices the latter walking outside to make you company. Natasha gets a weird look on her face. Whatever, not his business. He'll find something, or someone else to take up his attention too.

The smell of the beach suddenly makes you terribly nauseous, and you have to ground yourself quietly, struggling not to follow Jake and apologize. For what? What is happening to you?

A shadow catches your eye and Rooster leans next to you.

"What did you do to him? He did a whole power walk just now, nearly took me and Phoenix with him."

"Why should I know? You think I have that much power over him?"

"I don't know, maybe you do."

Your eyes meet, face contorted in complete disbelief and both of you break into laughter. You let your head fall back on his shoulder, taking advantage of his bent posture.

It's a peaceful moment.

"It smells especially horrible out here tonight."

"I know, right? I think I need another drink."

"C'mon, I got you."

Bradley is a touchy guy, and his warmth is always welcome. Most of the squad sent you suggestive looks when you kept close at the bar, in one way or another. But you only had to tell them once that if you wanted Rooster, you would've had him already, and they never joked about it again. Of course, he didn't hear you say it.

Jake had. That was important.

You wonder if he remembers it, because when you walk in with your fellow pilot glued to your back, hands on your hips guiding you towards Penny, his eyes snap away from a pretty blonde and flicker between the two of you.

He chuckles, and returns to the girl.

It seems like you won't need to cut this friendship off, he's doing it for you.

Instead of Rooster's suggestion of more shots, you ask for water.

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #tgm fanfic #tgm x reader #top gun maverick fanfiction

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thehandwixard · 2 months

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As a fashoin fan, a splatoon fan, and a splatoon fashion fan, i gotta ask. What do you think pearl and marina would wear for their wedding

hmm, im definitely getting bonuses from the fact basically every other piece of off the hook's splatfest art has different outfits for them so its pretty easy to get a feel for what they'd go for. i think both pearl and marina are equally likely to either pick a dress or suit, but lets assume a dress for both of them.

marina is fairly easy, she has these absolutely adorable ways of putting her hair up in certain pictures, and her ears are pierced

so giving her a big, delicate gold earring and a cute updo around this style would be perfectly fitting for her. shes actually worn off the hook logo earrings before too! she is exactly the kind of person who would wear them to her actual wedding. fitting with an updo, she would probably wear a dress, and marina is.. pretty universally associated with tight-fitting dresses, at least on the torso.

however, with the wavyness of her hair and the general... vibe she would have for a wedding im really picturing a princess dress skirt for her, against all odds. something still elegant, but very very fluffy. sleeveless, probably. i could also see her with a tasteful, but obviously kind of.. industrial hair accessory, like a twist of thick wire. shed just go for the fairytale perfect wedding i know she would. shoes are basically an afterthought with that kind of dress, though i think these kind of strappy, cute sandals would be fun in a fancy style. she doesnt want to be even taller than pearl on their wedding..

she seems like the type to enjoy light patterns, so maybe some tasteful seaweed/comb jelly bioluninescence patterns on the skirt. id feel weird leaving her arms bare even though i dont think this look would need jewelry, so maybe she has dual corsages or something. ill sketch this later.

now. pearl is difficult. marina has the bonus of generally being well-put together and feminine in even casual photos, especially when compared to the squid sisters. meanwhile, pearl has a generally punk princess vibe, which doesnt translate well to a formal wedding. good thing this isnt one.

i do think she would make an effort to be classy, obviously, but most of her more dressed up looks are either still business casual or costumes

but we can work with this. an immediate idea i had was a crown with a veil on it, and she would go for that. one of my favorite more formal pearl looks is this one, for salty vs sweet popcorn

and i think it mirrors her current design for damp socks in a cute way, forgoing the more pop high collar for a more mature and gentle v-neckline with straps. in contrast to marina, i think she would have the more gentle silhouette in general, more flowing outward than a sudden ball gown puff, though it would be shorter (and much easier to dance in). of course, i think she would also have sheer ruffles all over to match with marina.

shoes are.. a toss-up? i'm going to throw a dart and say just... really nice white boots like these. maybe some tasteful but still very bold decals

or one of these simple clunky heel type things. but that would have to be iridescent in some way. give and take.

Color palettes are... tough. i think in splatoon white weddings wouldnt mean much, but maybe the palette of the shoes they designed in 2 could work very well as contrasts. pearl's pastel pinks, vermillion, and light teal with marina's turquoise, gold, and purple.

i think the palette would generally be tied together with light aqua though. they both look good in it

#sketches will appear.#im so sad that my absolute favorite pearl and marina looks dont translate perfectly to wedding outfits #i.e the tsubuan vs koshian splatfest art #so perfect #imagine that for marina's palette at least

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 1 year

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I'm so happy to see you getting active again. Honestly, I thought this account just died 😅😅😅😅😅.

I have fallen in love with your posts, especially those meta analysis about Comte are so on-point. I can't wait to see your reviews about his drama CD.

Also, have you seen Comte’s 6th birthday story? I saw the CG but I dont have the chance to read the story. Is ok if you also give some spoilers about it? 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Glad to be back! Sorry for the scare--life just got ahead of me, and alas my spoons were limited and focused on survival. That being said, I've still been reading/translating his stories, so I have indeed seen Comte's 6th bday story.

I think you've given me a bit too much power 🤣 but I'm happy to gush about Comte anytime. Since I'm going to discuss something that hasn't been released in the English version yet, the deets will be under a cut.

A reminder that I'm not a professional, so this is by no means an infallible translation. I try to convey what I find to the best of my ability, but I'm sure there are nuances I miss.

Where to begin? Honestly this story was A Lot, and arguably among my favorites, but the title of the CG/story is allegedly "Courtship at the Nape of the Neck." Get hyped, y'all--if I understood things correctly, it's exactly as it sounds.

The story begins with MC and Comte on their way to a ball for his birthday, and MC is all like "honey. When I said I wanted this day to be for you. That did not mean. Another dress for me." To which Comte's response is "New phone, who dis."

All jokes aside, MC does feel bad about it but he insists it makes him very happy, so she concedes:

MC: You got me a dress as a gift again…despite the fact that it’s your birthday;;;

I smiled at MC, who seemed to feel bad about it.

Comte: It’s because it’s my birthday that I gave you that dress. It’s my greatest pleasure to gift them to you, and accompany you in it.

I reached out beside me to stroke her hair gently.

Comte: It’s always fun to think about what kind of dress would suit you…And besides, when I see you all dressed up like this, I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

MC then mentions that she's made him a gift, and downplays it--likely out of shyness--before handing it over.

It was a handkerchief with a simple yet elegant design, with a name embroidered on it.

Comte: Did you embroider this yourself? How did you prepare such a wonderful thing?

MC: Hehe, I did my best under Sebastian’s guidance.

(To do something this intricate by hand would have taken quite a bit of time…)

Comte: Thank you, MC. I’ll treasure it.

I felt a warmth fill my chest at the sweet gesture, and I dropped a kiss to the handkerchief I received.

Comte: I’d prefer to be kissing you, but I fear if I do I won’t want to get out of the carriage after I start.

So like, yes, take a moment to scream, because wow. First of all, how dare you Abel. Second of all, AAAAAAAAAAA IT'S SO SUBTLE AND SWEET BUT ALSO LOWKEY SULTRY HOW DARE!!! I will have my r e v e n g e--

But also??? Aside from my brainworms, I really do love this part of him. Even though her gift is simple, he really does cherish the effort and dedication she put into making him something. I guess I think about how someone in his position could easily downplay its significance--but he doesn’t. He’s mindful of how her feelings saturate the act, and he honors it openly. And in case you think this is a one-off instance, it really isn’t. In his Anniversary story event, there is a direct emphasis on how he still keeps MC’s wedding gift to him--the preserved flower pins--polished as if they were newly gifted to him, not a speck of dust clouding their surface, lovingly tended.

I think it’s very easy for people to minimize him as unfeeling or haughty the way only very rich people can be, but...the his character construction and the intimate personal details you see if you’re close to him reveal that he doesn’t really fit that stereotype at all. Sure he’s selective about who he shares himself with, but that doesn’t make him fundamentally shallow.

Moving right along, MC gets bashful (and honestly who could blame her idk how she even makes sustained eye contact help) and they arrive at the venue in short order. None of this is especially notable except that it says, when they exit the carriage:

Her small, lovely hand covered the one I gently held out for her to take.

Thanks! I'm devastated!!! You just broke down adoration to its bare essentials!!!! I'm a romantic for one person and one person only, and it's HIM--

Naturally, they enter the ballroom and everyone flocks over to congratulate Comte on his birthday. Gracious and measured as ever, he accepts each one in turn, but MC is silent/stiff for most of it. All of a sudden, MC says she's going to get some fresh air and slips away to the balcony to clear her head. Comte is understandably confused and tries to follow after her, until he's intercepted by another noblewoman.

(What’s the matter…? It’s not like her to leave on her own like that so suddenly.)

When I tried to follow her at once--

Well-dressed noblewoman: Wait, Comte

As soon as I’m stopped by the woman, melodious music swells to fill the hall.

Well-dressed noblewoman: I’d love to spend some time with le Comte tonight. Won’t you share a dance with me?

A woman with a charming smile from the past crossed my mind.

(In the past, when I hadn’t been in love, I would have accepted such an invitation for the sake of simply enjoying the novelty of a single moment; that ephemeral warmth was something I relied on in the endless sea of loneliness that was eternity.)

--But now, I don’t feel that way anymore.

(Because I met MC.)

Comte: I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m already accounted for. Have a pleasant rest of the night, young lady.

So after Comte picks the correct answer, he continues on his way to the balcony and finds MC staring up at the sky.

Aight so like. I love when they have a certain writer create these stories, because they literally always make MC the strong and silent (stoic/defensive) type and Comte her little meow meow. It may be specific to me and my tastes but I love it here and I'm never leaving.

Before I add the transcription, I will say that I'm not really sure the "were you crying? did someone bully you?" part was something I fully understood. It appeared to be some kind of idiom/nuance the translator struggled to pick-up on, so I apologize for that. But it is my understanding that he's alluding to MC being picked on/unhappy.

When MC turned around, she had a surprised but also somewhat anxious look on her face.

(If I try to ask her what’s wrong…she’ll say it’s nothing. In that case…)

Comte: Were you crying? Did someone bully you?

MC’s expression relaxed a little at my dramatics.

MC: What are you on about, I wasn’t crying or bullied. But if I was crying…what would you do?

Though she throws the question back at me, I smile in response.

Comte: A gentleman's handkerchief is there to wipe away a lady's tears. I would tend to you with the very handkerchief you gifted me tonight.

MC: Thank you. But, I’m not one to shed tears so easily.

Comte: That’s right, you’re very strong.

The anxiety that clouded her expression earlier has faded away now, and she’s smiling.

I hold my hand out to MC once again…

MC: Yes, with pleasure.

Y'all but the way she claps back, and then he kills with that line about the handkerchief. God damn sir, if nothing else you get full points for incredible verbal repartee. (Lowkey, I’d make out with him for his emotional intelligence alone, don’t look at me.)

Okay but because I can’t help myself. I love how he’s like. I’m No Gentleman, MC. I Am A Liar.

Also Comte: A gEnTlEmAn’S HaNdKeRcHieF iS tHeRe To--

Mfer certainly knows how to lay down the charm when he wants to cheer her up--

After that, it simply says they spend a lovely evening together and then cuts to them relaxing in a hotel near the venue. Cuddled together (GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME), MC eventually speaks up to explain what happened earlier that night.

MC: Hey, Comte…

MC is picking at the hem of her clothes absently when she calls out to me.

Comte: What’s the matter?

I caress her hair to encourage her to continue, and she slowly opens her mouth as if she were choosing her words very carefully.

MC: When I was on the balcony earlier tonight…I wasn’t crying, but I was pretty frustrated with myself. I saw so many beautiful women giving you their congratulations tonight, I can’t help but worry you’ll be snatched away from me…I’m sorry you had to see me like this on your special day…

So, in the immortal words of Beyonce, "What's worse, looking jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy?" is basically the mood of this whole scene. I'm usually not the territorial type, but I wouldn't even blame MC for getting pissed--nobody likes to see other women ogle/grab at ya mans (especially when ya mans is Comte).

Also beginning to wonder if Comte has a certain interest in MC’s hair 🤔

(I see now, so that’s why)

Comte: MC

After hearing such a cute confession, my fingers moved from her hair to stroke her cheek.

Comte: It’s all right, you have nothing to apologize for. Besides which, I know how you feel--I’ve been jealous/frustrated plenty of times too.

MC: Oh…like when?

Comte: Always/All the time.

MC suddenly looks at me, looking as if she really hadn’t been aware of it.

Okay but when he just gives that flat expression and goes "ALWAYS" without hesitation, I nearly started wheezing with laughter. Petty and glamorous, I love him your honor it's not a phase!!!!

Comte: Today, for instance, that Baron who was in love with you from the moment you stepped into the hall. A young waiter brushed his hand against yours while handing you a champagne glass. Every time I see another man taken with you, my heart is agitated.

(Of course, it’s not limited to just today. It’s been like this ever since I fell in love with you…)

Comte: Rather immature for someone like me, isn’t it?

MC: Comte…

Comte: But now…I’m not the only one who feels that way anymore.

I wrapped my arm around her delicate waist and hugged her close, a sweet scent catching my attention.

Comte: Come, MC.

Just the thought of him seething because some random waiter brushed MC's hand literally just. Sent me. Like straight up astral projection, that is so much I had to stare at the nearest wall to cope. And like I'm not sure if it's the same guy, but I have to wonder if the Baron he's talking about is the one that hit on her in Comte's rt--because if that's the case, that would be hysterically funny. At the same time if it’s literally just some random dude that thought MC was pretty at first sight, that is somehow even funnier. Le Comte de "Peace was never an option" Saint Germain. Monsieur le “Don’t even think about looking at my wife. Walk away.” Comte.

I live for it, I love it, I regret absolutely nothing!!!!

I escort her to bed and sit with MC in my arms. I kissed her soft hair and laid my forehead on hers.

Comte: You belong to me, and I belong to you.

MC: Co--Abel…

She calls my name and settles against my chest, and I’m filled with such affection for her.

Comte: You’re so cute…Telling me all about the frustration and the bullying honestly. You’re so lovely I want to bite you.

"You belong to me, and I belong to you." SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP THAT'S SO ROMANTIC AND TENDER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"You're so lovely I want to bite you." Do you promise. I want it in writing. 👁✒️

Then MC, who was silent as if she were thinking about something deeply, looks up--

Comte: …what is it, MC?

She pinches the skin of my neck between her lips and nips at me.

MC: I want to bite you too…I love Abel so much…

She keeps nipping at me, her soft lips nearly ticklish against my skin.

(I can’t believe you’re doing this…) NARUTO VOICE: BELIEVE IT!!!

She bit me lightly, and our eyes met.

MC: Am I the only one…allowed to do this to you?

Comte: Yes, of course…you can…bite me harder

So like. I'm aware I've already had several episodes in the process of recounting this birthday story and I apologize for the moments where I breach containment--But.

Bite.

Me.

Harder.

Wow, thanks, none of my thoughts are holy and I am forever changed. I am not going to heaven, and I'm okay with that. I lived, and that's what matters. BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK--

Also yes MC, girl get it!!! Go MC, go!!!!!! Live your best life!!!!!! Get his ass!!!!!

I leaned back to give her more room and she nodded, digging her blunt little teeth into me. The slightest pain is followed by a feverish arousal that blooms from my chest outward.

(I want to bite you even now, I want to love you forever)

MC: Abel…

She called my name again, as if she could sense the urge rising from deep inside me.

MC: I’m the only one who you will bite one day.

Comte: …Of course

(I only want you)

The reversal/mirroring???? The intimacy????? Comte being blindsided but literally out of his mind in love?????? Help??????? It’s more than I can bear??????

This is especially insane to me on the level of like. The game is pretty clear about how biting your lover (at least for vampires) is a mutually understood sign of courtship. It’s a clear sign of who your lover is. And the fact that MC uses that sign to convey her feelings despite being human????? As the signal that she’s ready to fully be his and wants no one else to be able to interfere with that??????? Long time coming but also BWAH, BWAH BWAH BWAH BWAH

The other part of the end that kills me is that. They make love. With her fully dressed. And sure not necessarily that notable out of context, HOWEVER. BECAUSE I NEED TO DIE ON THIS HILL. What he specifically says is:

I reach to undo her dress--before my hands freeze.

[Comte: It’s always fun to think about what kind of dress would suit you…And besides, when I see you all dressed up like this, I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.] (He’s remembering what he said before.)

Comte: I’ll make love to you as you are tonight. You’re dressed up to my liking, after all.

For those of you who haven’t seen the CG. MC. Is in a black dress. With sleeves that are see-through. Low cut bust. A long and visible thigh slit. With slight gold accents.

SIR. SHE IS DRESSED. TO YOUR LIKING????????????

At this point I’m convinced Cybird wants me to be in palpitations before the game ends for good. So much for Mr. Prim and Proper, I know you nasty Comte--

The rest of the bits are fairly raunchy so I’ll forgo that (let it be known simply that he is a firm believer in foreplay) but there are a few lines that I want to focus on.

(You haven’t the slightest idea how captivated I am, do you?)

[He asks her to say what he can only hear on his bday, and naturally she says happy bday.]

The heat of where our bodies are connected, her voice crying out for more, my heart and soul are on fire with the twin calls.

Comte: MC…

I kiss her tears away before connecting our lips with a smile…

Comte: I love you, too

(MC, you are the best gift of my life.)

With a feeling that is equal to eternity, I dropped my lips to her delicate neckline and…--

A lot to unpack here, but I will try (and fail) to remain composed as we go through each one.

“MC, you are the best gift of my life.” Like. Sincerely don’t even know how to approach this one. I have no clever witticisms. No trite commentary. Literally it is just beyond touching...[insert your preferred sobbing meme here]. It’s an odd feeling because honestly it doesn’t even feel like a surprise; his actions 100% substantiate what he’s expressed. It feels more like the inevitable culmination of his devotion up to this point. But there’s just something about the way it’s crystallized into that simple but enormous sentiment. That she was something unexpected, but not only welcome--accepted with such gratitude and joy. 11/10 I was not okay when I first read it and I’m not even okay now, every minute is half-catatonic.

And now to the question many of you probably have as you wait for me to address it. Did he..........b i t e bite her? The answer is I have no freakin’ idea. That’s where the story ends, and there’s no itemized specification as to how he bites her. But the phrasing keeps bothering me. If it were just another harmless love bite--as we’ve seen him do before--it’s never prefaced with “a feeling equal to eternity.” That kind of distinction is only made when he’s talking about how he changed the men into turned vampires when he found them.

Additionally, so many of his most recent stories have featured MC as a vampire (AU settings) but also in the most recent Christmas story (in the normal mansion setting), he gets extremely close to biting her for real--the closest I’ve ever seen, up to this point.

Granted all I can really do is speculate, but I will say it feels skewed in the direction of “holy shit he bit her for real, this is not a drill, LET’S GOOOOOOO Y O O O O O O”

I hope this summary was as cathartic for you as it was for me. But yeah!!! This is the vast majority of the contents ✌🏼💛

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp translation #ikevamp meta #ikevamp comte birthday #local comteologist speaks #honestly my life was before and after this event #it wasn't the most intricate one but it gave me Everything I've Ever Wanted #satisfaction factor? Immeasurable #man bite me harder #top ten phrases to make a woman lose her mind folks #I think the only thing I've seen in his stories recently that sent me half as feral #is when he asked her to lick his fangs mid-kiss #like 1. was not expecting that #2. once again none of my thoughts are holy why is that so insanely hot--#like its not even a groundbreaking concept but something about it just made me go crazy go stupid #how can one man be so considerate and affectionate but also just. devastatingly sexy #who gave him the right!!!!!#now if you'll excuse me im going to reread his cinderella collection event story and think about all my feelings #with regards from your favorite jester in love with comte #may you enjoy this rambling overview #and have a lovely rest of your night #not to ruffle any feathers but at this point i dont know how he's fooled so many people into thinking he's the dom/forthright type #(fooled people including me a short time ago)#i am seconds from kabedoning him myself--#also sorry for any weird formatting i swear tumblr was not cooperating (more than usual)

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hehe popon !!! i'm like trying my best to keep my eyes open bc i am v tired 😞 so i am apologising in advance if there are any grammatical mistakes in this chunk of text 🤞🏻😸 but hi lovely:

WISHING U A HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POPON !!!! i not sure whether it's like ur birth date where u live yet, but it is for me, so i hope this mssg is on time ! but happy birthday to one of the cutest, cleverest and sweetest yoichi kissers in the world 🫶🏻😽 isagi loves u sm and giggles and kicks his legs when u post him on ur blog (real. bro told me and i was "damn yoichi 🤨")

on my friends' birthdays, i usually write a letter and give them my thanks for a number of things. and i think the number one thing i wanna say "thank u" to u for is definitely our interactions <3 u have always been friendly to everyone who interacts w u, including me, and i reckon i'm rly lucky to met u this year !!! u're a kind soul w a lot of love to give, and i think that's why we all love u sm !!! and i'm super thankful for all the times u've visited my inbox/mssges 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it makes me happy hehe

i must also mention that i am so thankful that i was able to find "coincidences and flickers" one fateful day,, like that series has the potential to forever change me as a person and even make me become a temporary isagi kisser (never forgetting who i am 😤) <33 it was that series that helped me find ur blog and realise the insane amount of talent u have for writing !! my favourite writers on this platform often changes (sometimes it's a, or sometimes it's b), but i think u have a fixed position up there <3 i truly adore u and the way u write, so thank u for all the works u post 🫂 it's such an honour to be mutuals w a v skilled writer

i also wanna thank u for all the reblogs u make on everyone's works <3 when u reblog my fics w a bunch of tags, it truly makes me feel like that the effort i have put in didn't go to waste bc there was someone who appreciated what i wrote. also like,, the quality of my writing often fluctuates (😞💔), but u reblog them anyways, and i will ALWAYS thank u for that !! i love uuu (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ🫂💞

oh, and, thank u for constantly feeding my reo delusions 😸😸 not sure if i'd love him the same without u telling me that reo loves me too lol 😽🧎🏻‍♀️

i do hope that everything will treat u nicely today !!! and every other day bc u deserve it <33 eat cake, laugh w friends and mb be silly for a little while—u're not a grandma yet, so have fun being in ur twenties, popon !!!!

love u always 🫶🏻☹️

(i hope u like words bc this was a bit of a read lmao)

SAKI IM SOBBINGGG???????? WHATT????? D: JESUS I WILL BE WORDY TOO!! HOW DARE U MAKE ME ALL SOFTTTT thank u so much for typing all this despite being very tired omg ;;;; im gonna bawl mom im so glad i meet saki the sweetest adgudk (also...my grammar is also a mess i hope this shall be forgiven as i am sincere ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡))

it already is!! :">> thank u for remembering it bae :""" and omg yoichi did all that? i get even more in love :(( pls tell yoichi i also kick and giggle when he breathes :(( AND HEY YOU ARE OVERPRAISING ME WHAT IF MY HEAD GET BIG [ahjussi voice]

saki :(((( im also very thankful i get to meet you this year ue ue ue ;;; i never thought i will ever talk to you (or anyone here at all tbh sksk) like i was very shy and hesitate a lot, but then you are there?? being so sweet friendly and welcoming ;;; like you are one of the reasons i'm here and i mean it??? like you are one of the person who gave me courage to be more friendly here too hehe <3 im so glad i meet someone as kind you saki <3

im gonna start blushing and bawling fr now. IM SO GLAD I MAKE THAT SERIESS ;;;;; (CHAPTER WILL COME SOON TRUST!!) hdfkdj idk what to say here before sounding like a madman so uh ;;;; pls know that i was so happy too when u commented and reblogged so positively ;;;;;;; ghjk saki your praises i think i read them over and over girly u r too sweet for me sometimes ;;;;;; ♡( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

okay channeling my coolness energy a bit, saki 🫵i like your writing GENUINELY!!! okay! so im glad you like the madman ramblings in the tags :>> and come on buddy fic writer to fic writer, it would be impossible to like everything we write SKSKSK remember that one time i immediately lose it after posting that rin studying fic. sigh. stupid ass me. BUT YOU AND EVERYONE WERE THERE AND IT SERVED ITS PURPOSE HOHOHO SO I TOO FEEL IT WASNT A WASTE HEHEHEHE

and i will keep feeding ur delusion get ready (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ also quick mention real quick your cats are cool sunglasses or not

THANK YOU FOR THE WISHES SAKIII!!! omg :((( thank you so much for?? writing all these gosh uhuhuu i will reread this over and over again a lot of times today hehe (no matter how busy and hard it is to open tumblr today!!!) this make my day so much ;;;;;; uhuhuhu and aw <3 i will!!! i wanna make a grandma joke again but for today i will spare saki uwu

i love you always too!!!! 🫶🏻😤

#reading the moment i wake up adgdhkr mom im gonna cry #saki do u know how precious and dear u r to me already? which is funny because how short do we know each other i hope u wont mind #but ily really ;;;; im really awkward shy and bad with these so ;;;;uuhuhu i will just keep it expressing it thru my reo x saki fuels muah #bby ilyyy uhuhu thank uuuu #babblings

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Foreigner's God | m.m

Matt Murdock x avenger!OFC

Chapter thirty-eight: Lavender Haze

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Summary: Their first date might have started rocky, but everything goes according to plan after that and for the first time, Eliza and Matt can breathe and enjoy each other's presence in more ways than one.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), Fluff, slight angst, but it's just tooth-rotting, Taylor Swift references to the nines, unprotected p in v (wrap it folks), oral (f!& m!receiving), coming untouched, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, soft dom!Matt, praise kink, cum play, cum eating, breeding kink if you squint, forced orgasm, squirting (bye)

a/n: Um, I said I had a schedule and everything but things keep getting in the way like my birthday on Friday??? Roaring 20s incoming. I’m not ready. I’m probably getting Comic Con tickets for next December from my dad, so that’s fun. Finally some bonding time after my childhood was screwed up and I got daddy issues, but he’s trying ig? I will have officially outrun teen pregnancy on Friday, let’s appreciate that instead.

Wednesdays come before Thursdays, right? And I hate Thursdays. So let’s just keep it that way and enjoy this.

Anyway! Holy shit, this is so cute and hot and I'm so proud of myself for this. The light in this gif might not be lavender, but I incorporated this exact move in the chapter so you know it'll be good. You're welcome.

Brb taking my clothes off for Matty boy...

18+ MINORS DNI

Thursday happens a day before Friday, and Friday is the last day before the weekend, so on Thursdays, the week is pretty much over. Especially students and working people think that way because it makes the week go over faster and gives you something to look forward to – a much-needed break.

Eliza never paid much thought to Thursdays. Any day of the week was a nuisance. Waking up in the morning was incredibly hard and she hated the body she was in. That was until she decided that this was no way to live and Matt Murdock made her feel like the most important person in the world. The only woman, for all eternity. She didn’t need to be anyone else’s favorite as long as he loved her, and life got a little less exhausting with him.

They met on a Thursday. She didn’t remember the day, but she remembered the date and the exact moment she felt his arms around her, trying to stop her from making a mistake. She went ahead anyway. He saved her life that night. Without him, none of the things she accomplished would have been possible. Without him, she would have drowned. She couldn’t have done this alone.

Now here she was on a Thursday, four weeks after all hell broke loose, alive and well, squeezing herself into a burgundy dress she got on Happy’s very generous account. Matt told her that he made reservations at a small, local restaurant, nothing too fancy, but that she should probably wear a dress nonetheless. He wanted to treat her right, and if his wallet had to bleed for that, he would even sell his soul.

The dress she chose was made out of pure silk, wrapping around her frame and tied on the side with a small bow that she tied herself. The sleeves were loose and reached down to her elbow, flowing around with every move. Eyeing herself in the mirror, she suddenly grew self-conscious. The top of the very prominent scar poked out of the rather deep cleavage, and the bra that kept her breasts pushed up enough to give a good picture to anyone watching didn’t distract from the fact that it was there.

She bought expensive lingerie just for him, but as she stared at herself in the mirror, all she wanted was to cry. Repulsive; the first word that came to mind. She hated how she looked in a dress now.

Eliza blinked the tears away, not wanting to destroy her makeup. She put a lot of effort into looking presentable, to make her figure feel good for him, she even applied the perfume he liked on her so much, but none of that mattered because all she wanted to do was tear the burgundy silk off her skin, get out of the lingerie and lock herself away in the closet where no one could see her in the dark.

She considered getting a pair of flowy pants and a dress shirt and call it a day. She could still look fancy with something that wasn’t a dress. But it was silk and he loved silk. She bought everything she had on just for him, even the heels because she wanted to give him a show for his senses. She wanted him to feel her smooth, shaven skin and the way the clothes hugged her figure. She knew Matt was a sucker for everything he could explore with his hands. He couldn’t see her, so this was the least she could do. Besides, she wanted to look good for herself. It had been the plan, anyway, before she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Fuck, she thought. She couldn’t go out like that, and if Matt smelled the unshed tears tangled in her lashes, he would ask what was wrong. She wasn’t even sure why the small top of the scar bothered her so much, but the sight alone had her clenching her fists. She wanted it to be gone so that she wouldn’t have to be remembered anymore, but that was nearly impossible.

She hated her body as much as she hated herself. To think she just started getting better… she worked so hard for what? Just to be thrown back again? She didn’t want to feel so worthless, but the more she thought about everything that was wrong with her, the more she needed to cry. She couldn’t hold it anymore. The first tear rolled. She wiped it away fast, checking if her mascara started to run, but it was still intact. At least something went right.

She hated Thursdays.

The door to the bedroom creaked open. Of course, he heard her. She sometimes forgot how good Matt was at picking up certain clues. His senses were enhanced, after all, but he also knew her well enough to check in on her every once in a while. While it might not have seemed that way to others, this was a big deal for her, and the anxiety wore her thin.

Eliza felt overwhelmed by everything. Going to dinner in a crowded, fancy Manhattan restaurant would only make it worse. At this point, she would have settled for a cheap burger at the diner across the street, or a sandwich from the deli.

Matt leaned against the door frame. “Are you okay?” he asked.

He already knew the answer.

“Yes,” she said. His eyebrows shot up. Quieter this time, she admitted, “No.” Her voice cracked. She lowered her head. His gaze which wasn’t a gaze much rather than a concerned look burned under her skin and her cheeks started to burn from the embarrassed blush.

She got caught up in her insecurities. He would try to pull her out, but she wasn’t sure if that was possible. She was too deep in now.

Still, he was nothing if determined, and perhaps she misjudged his abilities. She underestimated him time and time again.

Matt stepped up behind her. His hand found her shoulders, tracing over the skin of her upper arms before he reached the sleeves. “Silk,” he murmured, “Nice.”

“I made sure you’d be comfortable,” she said.

“That’s nice of you, but that’s not what’s most important tonight. What’s on your mind?” He pulled her hair aside, pressing gentle kisses to the skin of her neck. She sighed.

“Too much.”

“Why were you crying?”

“Do you think that the scar…” Eliza fidgeted with her fingers, toying with the rings and chipping away the black nail polish she applied. He patted the back of her hand, telling her to stop. “Do you think I look repulsive?” she asked him.

He wasn’t sure what the right reaction would have been in a case like this. Her fear seemed so irrational because she was anything but repulsive, he couldn’t take it seriously. But to her, the scar and how it looked to others meant the world. She wasn’t particularly interested in how other people viewed her body, but the scar was a ghastly reminder of darker times, and to have people staring at it would have been even worse. The thought alone felt humiliating enough to make her stomach churn, and she got sick.

Matt’s thumb slid over her shoulder blade. Goosebumps followed in his wake. “What?” he asked. “Why would you ask me that?”

He was the last person to think that way about anyone, especially her.

“Be honest, are you still attracted to me?”

Moving his hands from her shoulders around her waist, he began to trace a finger over the exact spot where the rest of her scar lay covered under the dress. “Honey,” he purred into her ear, “You could never repulse me.”

“I’m serious, Matt.”

“I am, too. That scar…” he stopped at the top, sliding his hand between her breast. He outlined and she watched his every move in the mirror. Something about the sight of his lust-blown eyes and his hand on her chest had her gasp softly.

“It’s proof of all that you survived,” he said. “It’s part of you. If anything, it makes you even more beautiful because it reminds me that you’re still alive. I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now, and it’s not just the dress, although it feels so fucking amazing. You amaze me, Eliza, and I want nothing more than to spend an eternity touching you.”

“If you could see it,” she began.

“I don’t care,” his voice grew firmer, “It’s just a scar. Look at me! My entire chest and back are covered in thick lines of scar tissue. Are you repulsed by me?”

She stuttered. “What? Of course not!” That he would even say that was outrageous. “You’re beautiful.”

“Then why hate on yourself?”

“I…” he had a point. She scoffed, turning away from her reflection. “It’s different.”

“Different how?”

“Different because…”

She tried hard to find a reason why her scar wasn’t the same as his – it wasn’t, she was sure of that – but the more she desperately looked into his brown eyes for any sort of agreement in them, she found none.

Eliza looked down at her heels. “Different because it’s me,” she said.

“Sweetheart, no.” He cooed softly as he tilted her head up by the chin. “Stop talking about yourself that way. I know it’s hard to accept your scars – I have trouble accepting mine and I can’t even see them – but they’re there for a reason. They’re a reminder of all that you’ve survived.“

“Exactly!” she cried out, though the sound instantly turned into a whimper when he locked her in place, forced to look into his eyes. “I don’t want to be reminded,” she said, “and I don’t want the people around me to know or fantasize about what happened. I can’t… I don’t want to have other people stare at me because they’ll whisper. They always do.”

And she couldn’t drown them out, no matter how hard she tried.

He licked his lip, eyes soft as he gave her the most understanding look he could muster. He always managed to make her feel comfortable even when she didn’t feel like it.

His thumb stroked her cheekbone. “I’m sorry, baby. I know what it feels like, but that doesn’t make you repulsive. People talk, yes, but they have no right to judge you. Those who do are wrong,” he told her. “And they don’t get to tell you what you’ve been through, what that makes you or who you are.”

“I just…” she nuzzled into his hand, eyes closed to prevent the tears from falling.

He nodded. “I know.”

“I don’t know why I feel this way,” she said. “I just know that I do and it sucks. I hate feeling this way. I hate letting the fear of what other people might think about me influence the way I feel about myself, but I know that as soon as I step into that restaurant, I’m going to ruin the mood because I can always feel them staring even when they’re not. It’s been like this ever since my face first became public in 2012. The whispers…” Eliza shivered and he wiped the lone tear that had slipped from her eyes before it could ruin her makeup. Considerate, he was. “I hate them,” she said. “I just hate it and I hate myself for being self-conscious enough to let it happen. I’m not usually like this, Matt, I promise.”

But Matt only shushed her again with the softest of smiles. “If it’s other people you’re worried about,” he said, “I have an idea.”

He pulled up her dress a little to cover what little he had revealed before, smoothing out the fabric before he stepped away, taking her hand in his.

“Screw the reservation I made. Let’s go somewhere else. Somewhere I’m sure there won't be many people.”

“But Matt, you planned all of this, and I-“

He squeezed her hand, cutting her off with a harsh tug at her arm. Matt tilted her chin up to brush his lips against her. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes, but-“

He kissed her to shut her up. “Then let me take you somewhere quiet instead.”

Eliza didn’t deserve him.

The quiet place he mentioned wasn’t all too far from his apartment. From the outside, the Brownstone looked like any other building, but the sign outside read the title of a Chinese proverb.

One generation plants a tree, the next enjoys its shade.

They stopped at the bottom of the steps. “Where are we?” she asked.

Matt grinned like a kid on Christmas Day, knowing and perhaps a little sheepish. “Remember how you told me you don’t like flowers but I could bring you a plant for our first date?” he answered.

“I do remember that.”

“Well, I think you’re gonna love this even more than me just buying you a potted plant.”

“What do you mean?”

He held on tightly to her elbow. “Lead me up the stairs and you’ll see.”

She counted each step they took, five in total, and she held his hand so he wouldn’t stumble. The stairs were steep; he could seriously injure himself if he missed one.

At the door, he let go of her, searching for the handle before opening it for her. “After you,” he said.

Eliza rolled her eyes playfully at his cliché antics.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Maybe,” she said.

The humid air hit her straight across the face once she stepped through the entrance into the warmth of the building. Every breath felt like a retreat for her lungs, the oxygen pure and untainted. It didn’t smell like fried food or boiled vegetables - the air was clean, void of any unnecessary scents that could cause overstimulation. For a second, she doubted he took them to a restaurant and rather to one of the many public gardens New York had to offer.

Folding his cane and closing the door, Matt stepped in behind her. His hand searched for her rather aimlessly before he found the corner of her silk sleeve, and he wrapped his arm around her bicep to get closer.

Beethoven played from the speakers in the ceiling, Für Elise from the sound of it, and the soft buzzing of the several fairy lights reverberated in his ears. They hung from the ceiling and flowed down the curtains and the poison ivy covered walls like streams of rain, frozen in place. Not many heartbeats could be heard inside, only the faint clanking of porcelain in the kitchen and the breeze of the air conditioning that came from the vents.

The velvet curtains separated the entrance hall from the restaurant itself. Eliza stopped, not being able to see through them, and it had her uneasy. She trusted him, but she didn’t trust the strange place.

His hand on the small of her back urged her forward. Soon enough, he had her shoved through the curtains - they were tinted in the softest lavender shade she had ever seen before. She touched them with her fingertips. It was real velvet, probably expensive too.

Upon their entrance, the song ended, instead replaced by another classical piece of music - she took a moment to recognize the artist, but after the first three notes she realized that it was Tchaikovsky, one of his lesser-known piano pieces.

The inside of the Brownstone appeared as if taken from a fairy tale. There was not an inch of the golden-painted walls that weren’t covered in poison ivy or strings of roses. Whites ones, not red ones. Trees raked from the ground and grew into the ceiling, covering the ancient painting of angels and demons with purely green leaves. Every corner of the room was home to a different kind of plant, mostly those that could easily survive inside a sunless environment. The furniture consisted mostly of pieces made out of natural wood, the colors varying with every table and every chair, and the bar at the far end looked like it was cut from Mahagoni.

The plates and cutlery all had precise paintings of nature on the edges, not perfect but something much rarer. You couldn’t find pieces like this anywhere. Not to speak of the fairy lights and candles that offered the only source of light. Scentless candles burned inside the chandelier, only far enough away not to set the plants on fire, but the engraved glass of the lamp hung low enough so that you could see every detail.

The fairy lights reflected and broke against the glass, projecting little rainbows onto the poison ivy on the walls. Everywhere Eliza looked, another shade of green - another source of light opened up. Her lungs filled with pure oxygen, and the rigorous waves of the ocean in her mind eased up, retreating into a state of calm with only a little wind to disturb her.

Some of the leaves to her right rustled. She gasped when a small butterfly broke out of the confines and continued its way across the room into the next tree.

“This is so beautiful,” she whispered, Matt’s name only a breath on her tongue. “If you could see this place…”

She didn’t know that he had seen it once. The only reason he knew that it existed was that his father took him there on his seventh birthday the first time, and then for two more executive years until he turned nine. It was his last birthday before the accident — before he lost his eyesight forever.

The Chinese restaurant was a small interior garden with an oxygen quality that exceeded the polluted New York air and managed to calm his overworked senses in a way that he would only ever get in a rainforest again. The picture remained, imprinted in his brain. He could never forget the day his father surprised him by taking him there.

As a boxer, Jack Murdock barely made enough to get himself and his son by, but he tried his best. Every once in a while, he would put one or two bills of his win aside and save it for a later time. He would refrain from buying anything for himself to make sure Matt received a gift and dinner for his birthday. On the same day in November every year, Jack Murdock constructed a day that was all about his son, and he gave him everything he could have possibly wanted. And even though it wasn’t much because money was limited, Matt was more than grateful that he got the memories with his father. Playing football in the park, eating ice cream, buying him a cheap toy car, and then going to dinner together - his life before he got blind and his father died had been somewhat normal and every last thing he remembered about that time was happy in one way or another.

Sometimes, when he would set foot into the restaurant now, he thought back to simpler times and how relieved his father had been every time they went there. Only on his birthday had he laughed so much, happy to have Matt in his life, and he made sure he felt that. Ever since his father died though, Matt hated his birthday, and that was one of the reasons why.

He had never actively shared the restaurant with anyone in his life. It was his and his father’s little secret. A happy place they frequented and Matt often went to long after Jack died because he knew the owner and they got along well. He helped her out of legal trouble once when he was still at Landman & Zach, and ever since then, he visited the restaurant once a month to make sure the family that owned the place was alright. And when someone tried to break in, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t so far off and beat the intruders senseless before they could burn down what the kind Mrs. Chao built for herself. Her kids were to inherit the place someday - it was a family legacy. He had to make sure it stayed that way.

He was afraid that if he showed this childhood memory to anyone, he would get pitied again. He was afraid that his bubble would burst as soon as he introduced his present to the past and then it wouldn’t be just his memory anymore. It would become a widely known fact.

Taking Eliza there had been a last-minute decision, but weirdly enough, when they stepped in, Matt no longer cared about the fact that this was a memory he and his father shared and that his childhood was his to keep, no one else’s; he wanted her to know. He wanted to show her where he came from, and he wanted to share the happiness with her.

He knew how relaxing the colors could be and how the pure oxygen made breathing a little easier. It offered an escape. The entire place was so beautiful, looking at it appeared like a fever dream. The lights worked their magic to get you into a dreamy mindset. The more you gazed around, the more the enchanted forest bewitched you.

Mrs. Chao greeted Matt like she would an old friend. She nodded knowingly at the girl, then pointed to a table in the back. He nodded. “Table in the back would be nice,” he said.

She guided them there, but Eliza was lost in another world. She had been to many enchanted places before and had seen rainforests and castles covered in gold, but the restaurant was beautiful in a whole different way. It was pure, not manipulated.

Matt listened to her elevated heartbeat, the clear sign of adoration in the way she sighed ever so often at the sight of a new plant, and her fingers raking over the leaves closest to their table. She shook her head.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“Like it? This is… I’m so overwhelmed right now,” she said.

“In a good or a bad way?”

“I love it, Matt. This place is so beautiful.”

And it was more than quiet. No curious stares, only them and a few couples on the other end of the room, but the wall and the plants protected them from being seen.

He smiled. “Just like you.”

“What?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Her heart jumped.

“And you’re more than perfect to me.”

“Oh, screw you!” Eliza gave a broken laugh. She could already taste the salt on her tongue. “Why do you have to be so fucking adorable?” she said, wiping her cheeks. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Matt shrugged. “You’re you and that’s more than enough.”

“Fuck. I just… I love you.”

“I know you do,” he took her hand from across the table, “And I love you too.”

The pocket of his suit jacket suddenly weighed more than a hundred pounds. She kissed his scarred knuckles, but he barely felt it. The nerves had him bordering on insanity. He managed to hold off for the past day, not once hinting at what he bought, but as she sat before him now, he couldn’t control the nauseating feeling of anxiety that got him shaking on the edge of his seat.

Eliza swallowed the lump in her throat to tell him what she struggled most with expressing. Words were never enough, she wanted to show him somehow, but as incompetent as she was with emotions, that seemed impossible. She didn’t know anything. At twenty-three she was even more clueless than she was at eighteen when Natasha saved her from hell. She was useless when it came to relationships.

“Thank you for staying,” she murmured. “I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t wait for me.”

She told him he didn’t have to, but it was a blatant lie she told herself. If he had told her that he didn’t love her anymore, it would have torn her apart. She wouldn’t have survived him leaving for good, even after telling him to. Why did no one tell her how twisted that had been?

“And thank you for not giving up on me, Matthew. Really, I- okay, you were the only one who didn’t give up on me, even when I did, and if you hadn’t done that, I’m sure the universe would have found a way to eradicate me.”

He shook his head, softly turning her hand so that her palm pointed toward the ceiling. “If you love someone, you’d do anything not to lose them,” he told her, “and I’d be an idiot if I ever gave up on you, not when you are the one person I love and need the most in this entire, god-forsaken world. God failed me,” he said, “But you’re here, and it makes me think that maybe the lord does have funny ways of showing he cares. You were my sign. You screwed up but so did I. We both hurt each other. That’s human nature. We might be slightly toxic, but that doesn’t make me want you any less. If anything, it makes me want to try and be better with you. Just the two of us, together. The way things are supposed to be. Why else would we have found back together if not to actually be together?”

“The odds were never in our favor,” she said.

“Yeah, but we beat the odds. Can’t say that about just anyone.”

“I always thought I was never meant to love anyone…” Eliza trailed off, her voice dangerously close to breaking, and the tears once again pricked at the corner of her eyes. She blew raspberries, trying to hold off the inevitable. She was so in love, it made her emotional.

Matt smiled at her, his teeth showing with how giddy he looked. “What happened?” he asked.

“You did,” she returned his smile, “It’s always you.”

And it would be always him.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

He finally reached into his pocket. His cheeks displayed the faintest of blushes. A sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. He struggled to reach what he was searching for.

Her eyes narrowed. “Matthew,” her tone took on a warning tinge.

He retrieved the small box, placing it into her palm. Her fist closed around it, eyes wide as she stared at him, and she wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t even sure what she was looking at.

“Relax,” he told her, “it’s not a ring.”

“Oh, thank God!” She exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

Matt nodded toward the box. “Open it.” He played with his dress pants. “There’s no reason for you to worry, I promise.”

He was worried though, worried she might not like it.

“I saw it and I thought of you, so I had to buy it.”

“Here’s the thing,” Eliza began, reaching for her purse, “You’re not the only one who had that thought.”

She pulled out a box the size of the one he got her, though hers matched the burgundy of her dress. She placed it into his open hand, closing his fist around it and urging him to open it.

He stuttered, tracing his fingers over the velvety material. “Are you kidding me?” There was no bow, but the box had an easy clasp he could open with one pull.

Eliza made her gift accessible enough for him and he wanted nothing more than to scold her for even buying him something in the first place, but he couldn’t, not when he could imagine her innocent look and the nervous biting of her bottom lip.

Awkwardly, she chuckled. “I was shopping for a dress with Happy – and his credit card – and I saw it in one of the shop windows, and I couldn’t help myself,” she said.

“You actually got me something?” He stroked over the velvet again.

“Yeah.”

“So I worried for no reason?”

“I mean, I’m not sure if you’re gonna like it…” she shrugged. “I just thought it was cute.”

“You know whatever it is you bought me, I can’t see it anyway, right?”

She kicked him and he laughed, his nervosity beginning to fade. “It’s not something you have to see to enjoy,” she said.

“What is it?”

“Open it.”

“You first.”

“What is it with you and this box?” Finally, she managed to get the bow off. Her heart sped up the closer she got to opening it.

Matt fidgeted with the box that held his gift. His knee bounced. Agonizingly slow, Eliza opened the clasp and took a look inside the dark confines. What he bought her laid splayed out on a white cushion, golden and thin, and the pendant itself had the form of a puzzle piece.

She didn’t speak for a whole thirty seconds. He doubted she even breathed. Eventually, she gasped, and her hand reached for the necklace inside the box.

“Oh, my God,” she choked, “This is…” She couldn’t find the words to describe it.

He had bought her a necklace with a small pendant the shape and size of a tiny puzzle piece that held three tiny dots filled with amethyst, two in a row and one below, and on top of that the letter M was engraved. Eliza didn’t know much about Braille, but the alphabet wasn’t all too hard, so she recognized the series in which the crystals were aligned.

“Why’d you do that?” Her lip quivered and soon enough, a tear slipped past her red-tinted lips, into her mouth. “Now you made me cry.”

This was not the reaction he expected. “I’m sorry,” said Matt, but the smile that adorned his face told her that he wasn’t sorry. He enjoyed the fact that she liked it enough to cry. It was a compliment.

She sniffled, searching for the clasp before slipping the necklace around her throat and closing it at the back. It aligned perfectly with the necklace Natasha gave her, but she doubted that was intentional.

“Amethyst is meant to-”

She cut him off, “Protect the people you gift it to, yes. It’s a protecting crystal, just like hematite. I know.”

“Well, the jeweler I got this from had a sale and he was about to throw it out because he doesn’t sell many Braille necklaces, so I asked him if he could engrave it one more time and I’d take it for the original price.”

“And you took it,” she concluded.

“I took it,” he said, “Because I figured it was a sign that M was the only letter he had left.”

“I love it.” Eliza hugged the pendant close to her chest. “I will never take it off again.”

“Maybe you should while showering, I’m not sure if it’s real gold.”

“I don’t care if it stains me green, I’m not taking it off. You got me that so I’m not letting it out of my sight.“

She was a very serious person when it came to gifts.

He could only imagine her pout. “That’s fine by me,” he said and started undoing the clasp on the box she got him.

Matt popped the cap open. Unlike her, he had to feel first before he could give an appropriate reaction. He could tell it was metal, too, alone from the smell of it. He felt around the soft inside until he reached the object.

A round pendant attached to a chain, a broader one than the one she wore. The silver – gold felt much different, even fake one; it was much heavier than silver – was kept thin so it wouldn’t disturb his skin too much, and she made sure not to use any cheap material that could stain or be itchy to him. He took it out, analyzing the surface. That was when he felt it.

His chin tilted up, his mind processing the letters he felt. Small dots spread over the metal, bulging in a frequency that formed a sentence.

He scoffed, “You did not.”

“Yeah, I guess we both had the same kind of luck. Jewelers selling Braille necklaces. Except mine wasn’t on sale.”

The necklace spelled:

I love you

- E.

In the letters of the Braille alphabet.

“I wasn’t sure if you liked jewelry that isn’t your cross necklace, but I saw it and I had to buy it,” she said. “I made them add the E because I wanted you to know that it was from me, not some random person, so if anything ever happened to me you’d have something to hold onto, to remind you of how I felt about you. Or if we ever hit a rough patch you can look at me and know that I love you. It’s… it’s a promise necklace.”

Matt raised his hand, shushing her. “Don’t say that,” he said. “You’re gonna make me cry too.”

“We know how fast things can change, Matthew, especially with the way we’re living, and proving my love to you is something that I want to do in all the ways I can. I want you to know that I accept you, all of you. You should have a piece of me with you always so you know I support you in everything you do. I choose you, ragged edges and all.” She leaned in, lowered her voice, and added, “Daredevil and Matt Murdock. I choose you both.”

“Okay, fuck it!” He expertly closed the clasp of the necklace, then pulled at her arm to get her to the other side. “C’mere.”

She ended up on the chair next to him and he didn’t waste a second smashing his lips into hers. Holding her face with both of his large hands, there was no more space between them. He had full control over her.

The softest moan got stuck in her throat when he started to nibble at her bottom lip. Matt pulled away only hesitantly, clasping his hand over her mouth.

“Shh,” he cooed, “not so loud, sweetheart. You’re gonna attract everyone’s attention.”

As Eliza leaned her forehead against his shoulder, he buried his nose in her hair, pressing another gentle kiss to her scalp.

She tugged at the necklace she bought him, pulling him further down until she could reach his ear. Licking her lips made enough sound for him to hear the pull of saliva off her skin and how she still smelled of the coffee they had for lunch.

Between the heartwarming gifts and the atmosphere of the oxygen-rich environment, he forgot how much of a tease she could be. Rather forcefully, she grabbed his hand and brought it between her legs, under the silk dress, and right onto the waistband of her underwear.

He sucked in a sharp breath. He could feel the lace that slowly turned into silk around her crotch. A high-waisted thong. The more he traced the lines, the clearer the picture in his mind was painted. Once again, he could only growl when she bucked her hips into his wandering fingers over her covered clit.

Matt chuckled, his voice slightly husky and thick with arousal. He tried to keep the blood in his head, but he was this close to getting an erection in a very public space. “Did you buy that for me too?” he asked.

She nodded, head still pressed against his shoulder. “I have more,” she said, using the closeness to bite his earlobe gently and fast, making sure no one saw the way he bowed forward to stop himself from moaning.

He followed with the guidance of her hand down her upper thigh. He didn’t miss the elastic attached to the panties with a thin string.

“Oh, fuck me!” He curled his fist around the fabric and tugged hard enough to let it snap against her skin. “Did you plan this?”

“If you could only feel the bra I’m wearing…” she let out a prolonged sigh. “It’s see-through, made out of lace and the straps are pure silk,” she moaned. “God, you have no idea how good it feels.”

“Eliza,” he warned.

“What?” She blinked innocently with her dark lashes.

Matt bared his teeth. “Stop.”

“If you insist, Matthew.”

His hand slipped from her thigh and she returned to her chair on the opposite side of the table. “Well,” Eliza said then, “Should we eat?”

His mouth hung wide open. She had grabbed the menu halfway through her sentence and now flipped through the pages as if she hadn’t just turned him on like it was nothing.

“How about sushi?”

“I know what I want to eat,” he stated, “and it’s not on this menu.”

His cock rested painfully hard against the inside of his thigh. He tried not to think about it or reach his hand out to relieve some of the pressure – pulling her into the bathroom was no option.

She couldn’t see his eyes, but she suspected they were dark and full of lust, the brown more dominant as his sightless glossed over with the sexiest sheen of arousal.

“And I want sushi,” she told him, deep down proud of herself for how far she got him – her plan was in full motion.

He huffed, fist clenching in his lap. The other played with the glass of water on the table, courtesy of the owner. When she asked them for drinks, he declined and told her to bring them some water instead. He would refrain from drinking alcohol in her presence, not sure if it would be triggering. She didn’t talk much about the process with him, but he knew that if he started abusing alcohol with her around, she might get the same idea again.

He brushed the thought off. It was their first normal night out together as a couple and he didn’t want to worry about her too much. Nothing else mattered but her. Everything that happened in the past would remain there for the foreseeable future.

The waiter came soon enough, breaking the sexual tension in two when she asked, “What can I get you two?”

Matt was about to utter his regular order when Eliza opened her mouth to say the same thing.

They spoke at the same time, “The fried sushi plate.”

She blinked at him. “How did you-“

“It’s my regular, how did you-“

“I love fried sushi,” she stated. “The question is, why did I not know you liked sushi?”

“Because I never talked about it. I didn’t know that about you either. I mean, picky vegetarian eater… sushi wasn’t the first thing that came to my mind.”

“Well, you know now, so you can take me out for sushi more often.”

“I noted that, thank you.”

“Should I just bring one big plate then?” the waiter intercepted. “For you guys to share?”

Matt nodded. “That would be nice.”

They knew hardly anything about each other, they realized. They shared their deepest, darkest secrets but when it came to the easiest pieces of information, they were like strangers to each other.

The entire time they ate their food was spent in silence. Eliza’s eyes traveled around the room, following the path of the fairy lights and the endless vines of poison ivy, an extraordinary piece of decoration. The light broke on the chandelier again, projecting the rainbow onto her plate and making the vines next to her head appear like a kaleidoscope of nature.

Her lips parted in a sigh that sounded much more like contentment than it would have if they had chosen to eat at one of the expensive restaurants in downtown Manhattan. It was quiet and she was happy where they were. Nowhere else could they have been granted so much privacy, and the sight was truly phenomenal.

“God,” she said, “I wish I could make you see this right now. If we weren’t in public, I would. It’s so beautiful, Matt. With all the lights and the different kinds of plants, I… I’ve never been to such an enticing place before, let alone have eaten in one.”

An enchanted forest inside of a Chinese restaurant. It sounded like something many tourists would frequent, but there was no one there but them. The peace felt almost illegal, getting to enjoy such a beautiful sight as if they were the only people on earth with no one to disturb them.

Matt chuckled, placing his chopsticks on the now-empty plate. He crossed his hands. “Describe it to me,” he said.

“What?”

“Describe what it looks like in here. I want to see the world from your eyes.”

She got up to sit beside him again, this time all innocent when she leaned into him and began to point out every last detail that caught her attention in the best way possible.

“The walls on our right are painted in old gold, covered by strings of poison ivy. It’s growing wildly and entangled with fairy lights that hang from the ceiling like curtains. They shine a soft yellow light that, mixed with the green, offers a serene atmosphere that’s neither too light nor too dark, and it’s not too colorful either. Just enough to be easy on the eyes…”

Eliza turned to the right where the tree grew from the floor into the ceiling.

“There’s an oak tree on our side,” she told him. “Branches and leaves decorating what’s left of the gold and covering it. The fairy lights are here too. And the empty corners are adorned by different kinds of green plants, like Monstera deliciosa, there’s also a small growth of bamboo in the far right corner, Cast Iron plants, Rubber Plants and there is a small fountain that holds water lilies.”

“Water lilies?” he asked, “Really?”

She nodded. “Have I mentioned the roses that cover the wall of the bar that is made out of the darkest Mahagoni? And our tables,” she guided his hand over the natural material, “It’s wood of the purest kind. They sanded it down, obviously, but nothing else has been done to the furniture. It’s amazing, Matthew. And the chandelier… God, the chandelier. It’s completely made out of glass with little candle holders, and the glass is engraved with all these native Chinese paintings. The same ones are on the porcelain, but it looks different on each one because it was hand-made. The engravings are so precise, I wonder which artist made the chandelier. I would love to have a chat with them about their amazing art.”

“Sounds wonderful,” though as Matt said that, his focus was on something other than the restaurant. He listened to her heartbeat and the excitement in her voice, the smile on her face, and the mental picture of her eyes sparkling with the yellow of the fairy lights.

She was beautiful.

“What if I told you that I simply asked you so that I could hear your voice?”

She frowned at him, subconsciously toying with her necklace. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I know what it looks like in here. I saw it, a long time ago,” he said. “My father… He took me here for my birthday every year since I turned seven. The accident happened about two months after my ninth birthday, so I remember vividly what the interior looks like, even though it’s been years.”

“Oh, Matthew, I’m so sorry.”

“The owner and I are acquainted with each other. I help her out every once in a while. After my father died, I didn’t feel very comfortable taking anyone back here, you know?” Matt paused to chuckle, a bitter sound in the light-hearted atmosphere of the room. He cut right through it, tearing her heart in two with the pain that displayed on his face even without seeing his eyes behind the glasses.

Eliza took his hand, squeezing it in an attempt to tell him that she was there for him. She cursed herself for not connecting the dots sooner. He took her to the place he connected his childhood with to make her feel more comfortable. It was the most selfless thing anyone could have possibly done for her.

“I came here often, but always on my own. I don’t like to be asked how I know this place or the pitiful glances I get whenever I tell them the truth. The tragically blinded kid who lost his father and grew up in an orphanage because no one else wanted him. It’s… I don’t know, it’s not something you like to tell people, I guess, so I used this place to find some peace amongst all the noise and the smell. Almost like the flower shop that sells those Anemone bouquets, except that here, the world doesn’t exist. It’s my little bubble of safety, and it used to be my and my dad’s little key to happiness. It was our secret hideout.”

“If I had known, Matt,” she said, “I wouldn’t have agreed to this.”

He placed a finger on her lips. “I wanted to take you here,” he said, “because it was the first place I thought of when I could tell you were uncomfortable and I think… you’re the first person I’ve ever taken here since my dad died and somehow it doesn’t even bother me. It feels normal, like you belong here too, not just me. My world opened up and let you in and you’re a part of it now, so you’re a part of everything inside of that world too. I love you, Eliza, and I want you to be a part of my life, all of it, not just the broken parts.”

“I love you too.” She took his hand, pressing a kiss to each fingertip, the gentlest of promises whispered without using actual words to voice what she meant, and he understood.

Matt cradled her cheek and guided her to kiss him, slow, sensual and passionate, a loving kiss shared between two people who had been without hope for so long and finally found their forever home in the aftermath of destruction. Their lives fell apart, but they got back on their feet and crawled back to each other. Broken and bruised they opened their arms and finally came home. They survived the war, they survived the worst of the worst, and now it was just them against the world - because if you survive what these two went through, there is nothing you can’t conquer with the person you love.

He breathed her in like the air around them. “Let’s get the bill,” he said.

Her eagerness barely surprised him. She nodded, “Okay.”

Matt tipped generously, using what little money he had left in his pocket to pay his thanks to the chef. He waved goodbye to Mrs. Chao and then they stepped outside again, the polluted New York air hitting them like a brick after spending so much time in one of the cleanest places in the city.

A car honked, the motor howling as the exhaust spurted into the air. They shared a look. Eliza snorted, starting to laugh, and he soon joined in.

Ice cream was on his schedule next. He promised to spoil her and he made true to that promise. He got a vanilla cone while she got chocolate and hand in hand the couple made their way down the darkened street of one of Hell’s Kitchen’s few parks. Only the faint buzzing of the street lights above them told him that they weren’t entirely lulled in darkness.

“I love New York,” she said upon seeing the faintest outline of a star in the night sky. “No matter how dirty it is, the city owns my heart. And sometimes, if you look closely enough, you can see the world beyond it.”

He hummed in approval, switching her cone for his momentarily to taste and she did the same with his. It didn’t taste artificial like most vanilla flavors. She took another lick, enjoying how the cold felt on her heated tongue.

Matt raised his eyebrows. “Do you want it?” he asked.

“What?” she blinked innocently. “Oh, no. This is your ice cream. I wouldn’t want to…”

Of course, she wanted it. If she had known beforehand, she would have chosen vanilla too, not chocolate.

He smiled. “Take it.”

“Thank you.”

She was so eager, the entire thing was gone in a matter of two minutes. He could only chuckle when she wiped her mouth with a tissue and moaned, “God, that was so good!”

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, sweetheart.”

“Are you kidding me? This was amazing. Not just the ice cream,” she clarified, “But the entire night. It was perfect, Matt.” She stopped, pressing her lips to his stubbled cheek. “Thank you, so much.”

He slurped up what was left of the chocolate ice cream before discarding the cone into the trash. Tonight, he couldn’t stand the crunching.

Taking her hand, he pulled her down the street with him. “We’re not done yet,” he said.

“Wait, what? OH!” She squealed.

Not the sprinklers.

It was that time of night when the remote sprinkler systems started wetting the grass to keep it nice and wet over the hot summer night. They turned on just as they started to walk by. Eliza tried to fight back, but Matt already had her pulled under the stream. She squealed again, louder this time, the cold water soaking her dress almost instantly, and her hair already started to stick to her forehead. Not to speak of the makeup running down her face.

“You are an awful person!” But she laughed anyway.

Another sprinkler turned on right next to her and aimed straight at her face. She ducked, running into Matt who simply pulled her into him.

“Look at us!” she said. “We’re getting soaked.”

“You said you don’t mind the rain with me,” he said.

“Sprinklers don’t count as rain!”

“In my book, they do.”

“What kind of book are you reading? ‘Cause, we’re definitely not sharing the same one.”

He wiped his wet face underneath the glasses he somehow still hadn’t taken off. With a scoff, she pulled them off his face. He shook his hair out of his face, using the newfound freedom to clean his lashes off the excess water. It was of no use, the sprinklers just kept raining down on them.

Once so ready to flee, Eliza kept her hands on his upper arms, staring into his endless brown eyes. The love and adoration she had for him were suffocating but in the best way possible.

Matt’s lips found hers as if she had been lost his entire life and he finally found her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the sheer eternal connection.

The lights along the path that went through the park met the streams of artificial rain in purple shades, hulling them in a lavender haze that grew around them like a castle. The curtain kept them hidden from the world, shining down on them in the same explosion of color shades as the Billboard outside his apartment would. Though it was just lavender this time, no other color was anywhere in sight. Purple through and through, just the two of them, together.

“Dance with me,” he breathed.

She chuckled. “But there is no music.”

“We don’t need music to dance.”

“But that’s not the definition of dancing.”

“Would you shut your mouth?” He swallowed her next sounds with his mouth. “You’re so annoying,” he said between kisses, “You’re making me furious.”

“Doesn’t feel like you’re furious,” she said.

“Oh, I am. But I’m also very happy right now.”

He twirled her around her axis before pulling her back in. She giggled. His hands were hot on her clammy, wet skin. The silk stuck to her body like glue. Every time he turned her, the fabric slapped against her skin.

At the last pirouette, she pulled against him. He stumbled and tumbled into her arms. Eliza used that to her advantage and kissed him with all she had to give, standing on her tiptoes and hugging him close to her. The sprinklers were still going strong, but she tuned them out.

The sight of Matt in lavender lighting was truly a beautiful one, much more beautiful than the enchanted forest they came out of.

“You wanna go home?” she asked.

He sighed against her warm lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Let’s go home.”

They barely made it through the door before his lips were on hers. He kicked the door closed with his foot, tossed the key into the bowl next to it, and used the other hand to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer.

Her back hit the wall, his hand sufficing as a barricade from getting injured on the bricks. She raked her nails over his chest, up to his shoulders until his suit jacket slipped off and landed on the floor. His tie followed.

He tried hard to stay in control, but her strength outmatched him, and when she pushed him, he followed. He fell back into the couch, legs spread wide as she seated herself on his lap, resuming her kisses along his neck before moving back to his swollen lips.

Matt grabbed her face to have at least some say about where this was going and she let him shove his tongue down her throat. She tangled her hands in his brown air, searching for something to hold onto. In return, his hands slid from her thighs to her ass, giving a gentle squeeze, and moved on to her waist where he held her closer than ever. At the same time though, he tried to stop her from grinding on him too much - this was going to end way too soon with how worked up he was if she kept moving her hips so desperately against his.

Her lips pressed gentle kisses to his cheeks and eyes, nothing like the fiery mouth-to-mouth kisses they previously shared. Eliza tried to regain some of the oxygen she lost; he was breathing just as heavily, eyes fluttering close at the soft touches she left on him. Her hands would stay imprinted forever, he thought. He could feel her everywhere at the same time.

The continuous movement managed to ride her dress up enough to reveal the garter belt she wore on both sides and when his hands brushed the rubber, he growled. “What color is it?” he asked.

His finger dug into the soft flesh of her thigh and she sighed, matching the sound of his voice with a soft moan, “Red,” she said. “Burgundy.”

“And the dress?” His hands traveled under the silky skirt, tracing over the lace underwear where it nestled perfectly between her ass cheeks and upon her waist. He let the band snap against her skin. “Is it red too?”

She jolted. “Yes.”

“You thought about this when you bought it, didn’t you?”

Instead of answering right away, Eliza guided one of his hands to the bow that kept her dress wrapped around her body. It was a gift waiting to be unpacked. He choked on nothing but air, the broken moan that bubbled up in his throat swallowed by the flush of arousal that suffocated him from how red he had gotten.

She leaned down against his ear. “Why else would I have bought it if not for you to fuck me in it?”

The rational center of his brain shut off. His hand gripped her ass cheek firmer, pulling her up until her legs wrapped around his waist and he hoisted her up into his arms. She giggled. Matt made his way into the bedroom, almost forgetting that the armchair stood in his path. He stepped aside just in time before they would have both fallen, which made her laugh even more.

“I get the feeling you forget that you’re blind sometimes,” she said.

“I know where my furniture stands,” he snapped. He was way too eager to be making jokes.

She giggled again. “I doubt that applies when you think about fucking me. Oh!”

He threw her on the bed. She bounced off the mattress slightly, his lips back on hers in no time as he covered her body with his. Her leg wrapped around his hip to push him further against where she needed him most. His hand traveled under her dress again, the other stroking rather lovingly through her messy hair while he kissed her with a different intensity. The heat from before was still there, but the flame seemed tamed now. Like he wanted to spend hours kissing her, feeling her with his fingers, and painting picture after picture in his mind. There was no rush, they had all the time in the world, and he wanted to use it.

“Matthew,” she breathed against his lips, “Do you want to undress me?”

“If you’re ready for that,” he said.

His eyes opened to point down at her. She traced his features with her index finger. “I want this,” said Eliza. “Even though it might be a bit more complicated now, I want to try. I want you. I’ve been thinking about nothing else for the past few days, wanting to feel you again. Not just in my mouth but inside of me, marking me, making me yours. I want this.”

Matt ground his teeth. “Fuck, sweetie! You are so good with your words, it’s insane.”

“Please, Matthew, help me take this dress off.”

He got up on his knees, allowing her to slip out underneath him and stand at the edge of the bed. He moved, sitting down right before her, hands on either side of her hips. She stood between his spread thighs, looking down at him with blown eyes and her lipstick smeared anywhere but her lips. He even had some stains on his white shirt, but neither of them cared enough to do something about it.

Slowly, he pulled at the bow that held the burgundy silk together. It opened, leaving behind a small button to assure that she wouldn’t lose the dress if the belt ever failed to hold it up. He only flicked his fingers once before the fabric slipped open and off her shoulders, onto the floor. The cold air of the apartment had the hairs on her body standing up and she gasped at the feeling on her almost exposed nipples. She wanted to cross her arms over her body, suddenly so exposed and insecure about what he might think, but he left her no space to move.

He started at her calves, feeling the smooth skin and missing hairs - which he didn’t really care about, but it felt nice nonetheless - then moved on her thighs. His fingers traced the garter belt that was attached to her underwear, playing with the rubber a few times before he continued to the pair of lace panties she hid under her dress all this time. He kissed her stomach, licking a long stripe over the scar she was so insecure about, kissing over her naval some more.

She gasped, holding onto his hair. He played with her nerves one by one, surely driving her insane. A firm slap against her ass made her cry out, bucking her hips and therefore her stomach further into his mouth. He grunted greedily, sucking at her hip bone until he felt the blood pool under his tongue.

Her hand flew his shoulder in an instant when he dipped his head between her legs and pressed a firm kiss to her covered cunt. The hand that was already tangled in his hair held on tighter. He licked over the silk covering her crotch, tasting her without even trying, and moaned against her clit.

“Fuck.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that again,” he said.

“But you haven’t even-” she had to pause to let out a soft moan, his lips attacking her core with newfound enthusiasm, making out with her folds, and the fabric between him and the most sensitive part of her managed to produce enough friction to make her feel the shocks of electricity in her lower stomach. The sensation was much weaker than before, but he knew what he was doing, and with every kiss to her clit, the scent of her arousal became clearer. “Fuck, you haven’t even touched the rest of me,” she finished her sentence.

Matt hesitantly pulled away, attempting to look up at her through hooded eyes and full, black lashes. “I’m trying to pay some much-needed attention to my girl, would you let me do that?” His lips ghosted over the waistband of the panties. “Someone’s been a bit neglected in the past couple of days. I have to make up for that.”

He cupped her pussy.

With someone he didn’t just mean her, he meant what was sitting between her legs.

“Man, she must be aching to be touched.”

She was. Eliza was, and the rest of her too. She needed to be set on fire by his touch. It was necessary for her to feel human again. She wished she could make him see this, see her again, but she would only ruin things.

She almost completely lost it when his hands finally reached her aching nipples, the lace of the bra barely covering her breasts. The fabric was see-through, the band made out of red silk, and on top of the cups, two bows held the straps together. He wasted no time tugging at her nipples through the thin layer of silk, pulling her toward him before squeezing both breasts hard between his calloused hands. She chose the right fabric, indeed.

“Fuck, you’re being so good to me,” Matt murmured into the skin of her abdomen, “and I’ve been nothing but selfish. Having you suck my dick almost every day, but I’ve never even touched you the way you deserve. I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

Eliza pushed at his forehead to bring him back, staring into his eyes with a look of bewilderment in her own. “Matthew, that’s not true,” she said.

“Yes, it is. I have to change that.” Reaching behind her, he searched for the bra clasp. “Good girls deserve to be rewarded.”

The piece of lingerie snapped open. She gasped at how easy he made it look. The bra fell off her shoulders and he discarded it into a random corner of the room.

“As much as I like what you got for me, it’s in the way.”

And with that, the panties were detached from the garter belt as well and fell to the floor in soundless excitement.

“And you’re keeping that one.” He snapped the rubber again. “It’s so incredibly sexy, I just want you to wear that every day, even at work so I can snap it against your skin as I bend you over my desk and fuck you like the dirty little whore you are.”

He didn’t even give her time to step out of her panties before his head returned to its previous position between her legs.

“Oh…” Eliza gasped at the hot contact. “God, fuck!”

He lapped at the folds of her cunt, parting them with his tongue as he always did. He licked a long stripe from her entrance to the top, then back down and up again until he finally reached her clit and wrapped his lips around the nerve endings. He sucked the bundle into his mouth, kissing and nibbling until it was swollen and red and she was breathless atop of him.

Keeping her upright with one arm around her hips, he kneaded at her upper thigh with the other. The tip of his tongue unsheathed her clit when he finally released it, drawing circles directly on the sensitive nub and she cried out again.

No matter how good it felt, her orgasm seemed worlds away.

She bucked her hips into his mouth again. He sucked, the motion filling the room with an obscene slurping, and she realized he managed to get her wet with just a few kisses to her cunt already, but that was about it. Still, he didn’t stress, he kept doing exactly what he started with, and the repeated motion and attention to detail of his tongue had her legs shaking soon enough. The immense pleasure he pulled out of her made her wish she could be lying down instead. But perhaps he knew something that she didn’t about this particular position. She certainly didn’t know much about sex. She couldn’t judge.

Eliza cursed herself for thinking too much. “This might take a while,” she said.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending a thrill down her spine. “And what’s so bad about that?” he asked.

“I want to… fuck, I want to cum, but I can’t.”

“That’s okay.”

“You don’t understand. I don’t know if I can… If I can ever…”

“Yet.”

His mouth was gone, suddenly, and then his back laid flat against the mattress, pulling her with him until her legs were on either side of his head and his hands rested on her ass fully. He gave the cheeks a gentle squeeze, feeling how her flesh jiggled with his ruthless grip.

“Let’s try this again,” he said, his breath hot against her wetness. “You’re going to show me exactly what it takes to make you cum and if I have to lie here for hours, I will gladly keep licking at your pussy until you do.”

She blushed so deeply, her cheeks resembled the red of her discarded dress. “Matthew,” she whined, “I can’t.”

He tugged at the garter belt. So that was why he wanted her to wear it. He wanted to have something to pull her like a dog on a leash.

Fuck. This shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did.

“This is the only way you can control what you need,” he explained. “The only position that allows you to experiment with your movements in a way that will make sure you cum first. I’m not stopping before that, even if the overstimulation kills me.”

He tugged at the rubber again. She moaned. “Matthew, I don’t know,” her voice bordered on a pathetic cry. “I don’t know if I can,” she said.

“You did it before, do it again. Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

“No, I don’t want you to… it’s uncomfortable.”

“For you?”

“No, for you.”

Matt’s chest rumbled as he laughed. “Sweetheart, I’m anything but uncomfortable, now stop fucking hovering and sit down.” He smacked her ass. She didn’t comply. “You’re not sitting,” he stated.

“Isn’t that enough?” she asked, her voice quiet and throat tight from the pure embarrassment that came from the position.

“If I have to move even just an inch to wrap my lips around your clit, you’re not sitting, you’re just kneeling over my head. Now stop being a brat,” he said, pulling her down on his lips with one harsh tug of her garter belt, “And make yourself cum on my tongue like the good girl I know you are. Use me.”

She kept herself steady with a hand in his hair, the only clinging onto the silk sheets for dear life as his tongue went to work and, even though she was more than shy about the whole thing, she started to move in time with his thrusts until his kisses met her cunt at the right angle.

“Right there?” he asked before she could say it.

With her bottom lip between her teeth, she nodded. Her chest and cheeks already flushed hot red from the need coursing through her veins. He was in her blood stream now, so close yet so far away.

She ground her hips harder, feeling all of him. Eliza played with the intensity of her thrusts a little while Matt simply stayed there, body unmoving and doing the same motion with his tongue over and over again while she fucked herself on his face. His nose caught against her clit and she gasped again, losing all control over her limbs.

He caught her thighs, helping her resume her movements in the same spot.

“More,” she choked out. “I need more.”

He nodded. “What exactly?”

“Just…”

He started to paint a precise picture over her clit, spelling his and her name before shoving his tongue into her hole. She twitched.

“That! God, yes! Fuck, that’s it.”

She chased the high that started to settle into her bones with the eagerness of a mad woman. She could feel it, resting right where his nose and tongue worked wonders over her slick cunt, and her lower stomach got tied in all kinds of shapes, an explosion waiting to happen. She reached for her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples.

His moan reverberated against her clit and he replaced her hand with both of his, rolling the sensitive nubs between his fingers the same way he started to suck on her clit, hearing the wetness of her walls as she clenched around nothing, her movements getting sloppier and more desperate, and he tugged a little harsher at her nipples.

She forced his face closer by the hair. “Fuck, Matthew,” she moaned his name like a mantra.

How was he so good at that?

He groaned again when she pulled at his hair, his scalp burning from the harsh assault, but the pain shot right to his aching cock in his dress pants. His hips lifted, finding no relief, but the sounds she was making and the taste of her juices exploding on his tongue might as well just have been a hand stroking up and down his shaft.

With another broken cry of his name, her legs locked around his head and he caught her by the throat before she could dive off the bed. Matt eagerly sucked at her pussy until she was quivering, the entirety of her juices landing in his mouth and he drank up everything she had to give.

The wave crashed in hard, knocking the air out of her lungs. She forgot how good it felt to be the one to receive the pleasure, how it felt to cum in his mouth and be completely at his mercy. She forgot how good it felt to be so turned on, her body was in full control of her actions. The high was unlike anything she could feel with a recreational substance.

She breathed deeply, walls spasming and her legs shaking.

More, her head screamed.

“Can I-“ she swallowed hard. His eyes fluttered open, a questioning look on his face while he lazily kept licking at her folds. “I want to go for another one,” she admitted quietly.

He grunted. “Please do,” he said.

If she kept this up, he would cum too and it was all he needed.

Her hips started to resume her movements, sloppier and weaker this time. He used the garter belts to move her in the way she showed him before.

“Fuck!” She quivered completely against him, his tongue merciless as it licked and thrust, wringing moan after moan from her chest.

At this point, she didn’t care, she rode his face at an intensity and speed, his beard was sure to leave a bloody burn on the inside of her thighs. But fuck did she need it. She had needed this for so long and finally having it, finally being able to cum after such a long time was heaven on earth. And at his hands she would gladly do it all over again.

She threw her entire body back, hands now resting on his thighs. He had planted his feet up on the mattress, allowing her more leverage. One hand searched for his belt, undoing it and reaching for his aching cock.

“No,” he moaned against her cunt, “Later.” The words came choked up and needy.

She whined, wanting to feel him come apart in her hands, but she was barely present. The orgasm built and built and built until it eventually set her world on fire the same way his vision burned.

“Matt, I’m…”

He squeezed her breast with one hand, the other rubbing her clit as he fucked her with his tongue.

“Uh-huh,” his voice vibrated through her inner walls.

Her legs locked around his head. The orgasm was more intense, more progressed than the first and she moaned so loud, her voice bounced off the walls and she was sure the nice lady next door fell out of her bed at the way she let out Matt’s name.

The entire building must have heard them by now and the thought turned her on so much, she came even harder, thighs locked around his head and hips bucking desperately and wildly as he helped her get down from her high.

Her lungs opened and Eliza could finally breathe again, still holding onto his hair. “Thank you,” she said.

The relief was short-lived.

Matt didn’t plan on stopping at two. She had asked for them, now it was his turn to ask for one of her orgasms, and if she didn’t say yes, he would take it anyway. She tried to pull her hips away, but in the wake of her orgasm, she was weaker than him.

He flipped her onto her back, forcing her legs back into the mattress, and went back to sucking at her abused cunt with a low growl. Her back arched into him. “Matthew, please,” she whimpered, legs tightening around his head. He forced them apart, pushing them so deep into the mattress, it felt as if he split her in two. “I came,” she told him, “I promise! I can’t… God, fuck!”

“I know you did,” he said. “But I want you to give me another one. I want you to cum as hard as you can.”

She moved back on the mattress, trying to evade his stupidly skilled mouth, but he found his way back. He simply followed where she went. Keeping her legs spread like a fucking pro, she lost herself in the abyss of ecstasy, feeling the pressure building up inside of her like a crescendo. Whenever he sucked again, heat spread through her entire being. He alternated between thrusting his tongue inside of her and kissing at her folds, doing exactly what she showed him that she needed when she sat on his face.

She arched her back, lurched forward, then fell back into the sheets again. She wasn’t sure what to hold on to, but his hair wasn’t it. She managed to find a pillow somewhere, digging her nails into the silk and pulling at it so hard, she could feel it tear under her fingers.

Soon enough, he plunged two fingers inside her tight walls. Her lips parted in a silent scream. The world around her exploded into stars and pits of endless fire. She saw white and black at the same time, pussy clenching around his fingers and gripping him like a vice.

This was… different. As he kept massaging her g-spot and applying pressure to her clit every so often, the feeling that started to bubble up inside her was new. The pressure that spread through her lower half and even set her nipples on fire as she squeezed one of them in her hands was so intense, she felt as if she was a hand grenade about to explode in his hand.

“Think you can take another one?” he asked.

She must have made a sound of approval. Her walls stretched with a delicious burn as he inserted a third finger into her pussy.

“God, yes!” She met his thrusts. “Yes, fuck, yes! Right there.”

“Here?” Matt’s eyes fluttered innocently as he curled all three of his fingers upwards.

She squealed. “Yes!”

His thumb joined his tongue on his journey to stimulate every last nerve that sat in her clit, pulling the highest amount of pleasure out of her that was humanly possible.

The blood rushed in her ears, her throat dried up and unable to make sounds with how deep he was, how good his mouth felt, and the sounds he made spurred the intense stone on to roll down the hill and crash into her with full force.

“Matthew, what are you doing to me?” She was crying, sobbing even, and her body convulsed with each perfect thrust of his fingers.

“Making you cum,” he stated.

He flicked her clit from side to side with his tongue, enveloping it with his lips again and making out with her cunt agonizingly slowly. He didn’t answer, he just continued at the same pace with the same intensity he started with. He didn’t rush, he played her like the keys of a keyboard, waiting for the notes to turn into a melody. Her voice already sounded like the cacophony of an angel’s choir. All he needed was the music to add to it. He wanted her screams. He wanted the sound of his name to be the only lyrics she would ever memorize, and for her to only respond to the touch of his fingers, no one else’s.

Matt suspected she could do it if he took his time and tried hard enough, pushed the right buttons, and kept her on the edge for long enough, but he didn’t want to wait. He wanted to test his theory as soon as possible, and judging by how badly she was trying to steer off the almost painful pressure that had her clenching around him so hard, he thought his fingers would break, he almost had her right where he wanted her.

“Are you getting close?” he rasped. “Are you gonna cum for me soon?”

She nodded feverishly, a tear making its way down her perky breasts and onto his mouth. He moaned at the taste.

“Yes,” she choked out.

He lapped at where his fingers kept disappearing inside of her. “Don’t,” he told her.

“What?”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Give me a minute.”

A minute was an overstatement, but her whine was sweet enough for him to consider edging her for longer.

“No,” her tears multiplied with every thrust of his fingers, “Please, I need to… let me cum, please. I’m begging you! I can’t hold it. Matthew, fuck!”

He dared to slightly bite down on her clit, not enough to seriously hurt her, but the pain instantly added to the pressure that was already hard enough to keep from bursting at the seams.

“Wait for it,” he instructed.

The weight of the orgasm resting in her lower stomach grew to a painful extent and she was sure she would explode any second now, even without permission. Her hand found his hair, trying to push him away, but he stayed right between her legs, eating her out to get his fill, and he would get it soon enough.

“Stop, please.”

It wasn’t their safeword, although he considered asking her if she wanted to stop.

“God, fuck! You’re gonna make me… I can’t.”

Her words made no sense and he chuckled again, feeling the desperation seep out of her pores. Perhaps he wasn’t just a masochist but a sadist as well.

“Oh, you can,” he purred.

“No, I really can’t. Fuck!” She cried again. She was best at that. “Don’t stop,” she couldn’t help herself. It hurt but was so damn good at the same time. “Don’t fucking- oh, no.”

He chuckled again. “Oh, yes. You’re doing so well, baby. Just a little more.” He sucked her clit between his teeth and released it again, his fingers curling one last time before he pulled them out, “Do me a favor and cum, now.”

Eliza slapped the pillow against her face because she was sure if she didn’t, she would scream. What was about to happen felt embarrassing enough.

She had read about it before and she knew that the female body was capable of so many things, especially when it came to sex, but she never thought she would be one of those women. She never thought she could be so stimulated and turned on to the point her orgasm would tear her body apart, shake her world and exorcize her soul so that all her body could do was release all the pent-up stress she had by releasing an obscene amount of wetness while her cunt clenched around pure pleasure for dear life.

She was sure she passed out for a moment there, her muscles locking up with the explosion of dopamine and oxytocin, and her eyes rolled back to the point she could have sworn she saw her brain being tossed into the mixer, shredded into pieces at full speed.

His head got caught between her thighs as they shut around him, but instead of pulling away, he dove in to catch all she gave him. He swallowed every last drop as if he hadn’t eaten or drunk in months.

His thumb kept rubbing her pulsating clit gently until her lungs filled with air again and she regained consciousness. The pillow slipped from her hands and back onto the bed. Her chest heaved. She must have looked so pretty in the luminescence of the Billboard.

His forehead leaned against her mound, breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal and listening to the wetness trickle out of her cunt with every twitch of her inner walls. Every muscle in her body was riddled with heavy aftershocks, but the soft caress he left along her thighs and hips eventually eased the wave and brought awareness back to her body.

She swallowed. The mess between her legs was more than palpable.

“Damn,” Matt murmured with a chuckle that bordered on proud and cheeky, “I knew it.”

“Oh, God,” Eliza gnawed on her bottom lip, her voice hoarse and higher than usual.

“God isn’t here tonight, sweetheart, but I know that this must have been a heavenly experience.”

“Did I… I just… fuck, Matthew!”

“Oh, yeah, you did.” He pressed a kiss to the hickey he had left on her hip bone. “And it was so good, I’ll probably smell and taste you for weeks now.”

“What about the sheets?” she wondered. “Fuck.” The blush crept back to her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think-”

He was back up and hovering over her in seconds, shushing her with his lips on hers. “Don’t apologize,” he said.

“No, I am.” Eliza disappeared into a ball of shame behind her hands. She tried to close her legs to get rid of the cold, sticky feeling that had her shivering, but his large figure between her thighs made it impossible to move further than his hips.

“Did it feel good?”

She nodded.

“Then why the fuck would you apologize?”

The lower part of his face glistened wetly in the soft purple light that came in through the bedroom window. It was ironic to see him enveloped in the same shade they had just danced in, though this time it wasn’t the sprinklers that had him all wet, it was her. Peaking through her fingers, she looked at him. He had never looked happier with his hair disheveled, lips swollen, cheeks red, and face covered in her cum. And he had also never looked better. He smirked, feeling her gaze on him, and the wave of arousal that hit his nose was a new one.

Her eyes slipped lower, hovering over his crotch. The black of his dress pants was damp where his cock rested, only half-hard now and less aching. She reached for him and he dropped his head in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath. The rough fabric mixed with the sound of her moans and the taste of her all over his tongue had been enough to make him come apart in seconds. She hadn’t even finished before he did, but he got her there in the end.

“That was enough for you?” she asked him. Her fingers met the tip of his clothed cock, playing with the cum that had soaked into his pants. Sucking her now glistening thumb between her lips, she sighed at the familiar taste.

He answered without a word, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. Her hands grew desperate again. She fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and his belt buckle, but they wouldn’t open.

Only one flick of his fingers and the leather of his belt loosened. “Easy tiger,” he mused. She pulled it out with the most adorable pout, joining her bra on the floor. “Haven’t you had enough yet?”

She pulled at his hair, beyond frustrated. “Shut up and get naked!”

“Alright, if you insist.”

Matt rolled off of her, standing in all his glory at the foot of the bed. She sat up on her elbows, watching him undress slowly enough she could tell he did it on purpose. But God, did she enjoy the show.

He stepped out of his pants first, discarding them with the rest of their clothing, followed by his shoes. he was left in his boxers and sweat-stained dress shirt. She bit her lip. He didn’t move for a good thirty seconds and she wondered if he changed his mind. Just as she was about to open the buttons for him, cunt aching with the need for his cock, he tore the shirt open with his bare hands and absolutely no regard for his shirt.

Her breath got caught in her throat. The scars that adorned his chest shone almost silver in the purple atmosphere that filled the room, reflecting off his eyes and his teeth, making him seem like a fairy, almost. He was an angel, something only to be found in fairytales - he was a rarity, something not many could have, but she did. Eliza had him and the show he put on was for her alone. Only she was allowed to see him at his most vulnerable and touch him so sensually.

At that moment, he could have done anything to her and she would have followed. He owned her.

“Fuck me,” she growled. “Tear your clothes off more often, I dare you.”

Matt snorted. “I wouldn’t have anything left to wear,” he said.

“Exactly.”

She sat up on her knees, the bed creaking under her weight. He grabbed her face softly and pulled her lips against his. She moaned into the kiss. His hands stroked over the scars on her back as she traced the ones on his. It was almost innocent, the way they touched each other.

Her hands disappeared beneath the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, too. He was naked now, just like her, and she could only stare in awe at the fully hard size of his length.

“Fuck,” she growled in the back of her throat, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Says you,” he replied, kissing her again, pouring his entire soul into the way he held her against him, heartbeats soon beating in the same rhythm and bodies yearning for each other.

She kissed the weeping tip of his cock, licking a long stripe up the base of him. His hand tangled in her hair and he sighed, the feeling all too familiar. But this wasn’t his plan for tonight.

“Not tonight, sweetheart,” he told her. “Tonight is about you.”

“But,” she began.

“No, I mean it. No blowjobs today.”

She pouted and it was truly adorable.

Matt pushed her onto her back, slotting himself between her thighs again. His cock rested against her stomach as he continued making out with her, not rushing anything, just feeling her up and down with his mouth and hands alone.

Finally, after what felt like a billion light years, he grabbed her leg to hook it around his waist.

“Lift your hips for me, my love,” he said.

He slid a pillow under her lower back, positioned the head of his cock against her entrance, and then leaned down to her again, pressing his nose tightly against hers.

She pulled him down, breaking the distance. As her lips collided with him, he thrust forward and buried his cock inside of her to the hilt in just one swift motion. Her mouth dropped open, passing the softest moan, and he forced his tongue into her mouth in the process, exploring the warmth that consumed her in more ways than one.

He didn’t move, he stayed for a moment, reveling in his right she was around him. Every time he was inside of her, she hugged him just right. It was a feeling he could never tire of. His cock felt at home buried between her folds, swallowed and claimed by her every time he fucked her, able to pull orgasm after orgasm out of that beautiful person and render her mindless. Her pleasure belonged to him, as did she. The necklace around her neck proved it. He hadn’t bought it because he owned her but because he knew her better than anyone and loved her more than anything and he knew that she had an Affiliation for such small gifts with a lot of thought behind them.

But he also bought it because he, indeed, owned her and everyone could know that. The same way they would see the hickeys and know she was taken.

“Matthew,” she moaned his name right into his ear, sending his already hypnotized senses into overdrive. “Look at me,” she said. “And fuck me, please. I need you. I need you to move.”

His hand fisted the sheets above her head. His reserves crumbled. He grabbed the leg that he had thrown over his hip and held it close against him as he started to thrust his cock into the tight confines of her pussy. What started as slow strokes soon enough turned into vigorous movements of his pelvis as he drove home into her most sensitive spot, tickling all the sweet, lewd sounds out of her. They spilled from her lips like wine and he drank them up, sucking them into his mouth and stealing her breath away.

His thrusts came hard and deep. Her heart echoed in his ears. He focused on how she clenched around him, how her nails raked down his back and were sure to draw blood. She bit into his shoulder to keep herself from screaming and he grunted, changing the angle so that he could hit even deeper and feel even more of her, her leg now almost over his shoulder, the other flat against the mattress.

“God,” her head thrashed wildly as she clenched down on him, “You feel so fucking good. Fuck!”

It wasn’t enough. He wanted to drown in her, become one and never wake up again.

In her delirious state, the words she uttered and the sounds she made were senseless. “More,” she breathed. “Feels so good. Please, Matthew. Harder.”

“Yeah?” He stroked her hair back. “You feel so fucking good too. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.”

She looked into his eyes when she moaned this time, he could feel the full extent of her pleasure coursing through his veins at the same speed.

“Is that what you want, baby? For me to fuck you until your legs are shaking and you’re ruined with my cum buried deep inside you?”

“Yes!” She met his thrust. “Fuck, yes! Please.”

Matt kissed her, deep and passionately. “You were made for me.”

Her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into the curve of his ass, and one of her hands joined to claw at the cheek.

But she was still not close enough.

“Turn around,” he said. “Need to be deeper. Need you to take my cock deeper like a good girl. Need you to swallow me whole, baby.”

She whined at the loss of him, but followed his instructions nonetheless. He repositioned the pillow so it rested under her stomach now, tilting her hips enough to make her comfortable and for him to dive as deep as he humanly could. He sank back into her smoothly, her walls tighter now, and she could feel every vein of his cock the same way he could feel the exact texture of the velvety walls of her pussy clenching around him.

“That’s it. Fuck! You’re so tight.“

The sound she let out bordered on a gurgled scream, one hand reaching behind her to cradle his head. He buried his nose in her neck with every thrust, holding her hips in place by locking an arm around her. That way, he could even press down on her lower stomach, and that was enough to finally get the scream of his name to fill the bedroom.

He reveled in the sound of the echo, the clear arousal, desperation, and mindlessness of her voice, and the way she said his name. The volume was rather tame for a scream, but the octave was high and uncontrolled. Her hips rocked back into him and he hit her g-spot just right every time he brought his hips forward to plunge his cock completely into her again.

There would be blood on him the next day from how hard she scratched him, but he got off on the pain. He wanted her to dig harder, if that was even possible, pull just a little more on the strands of his hair and bite down on his forearm.

He sunk his teeth into her shoulder. She keened, cunt clenching around his cock as the wave of her orgasm became this close to crashing in on her.

“Matthew, please,” her voice was raspy, “I’m so close.”

“I know,” he said. “I know, baby, me too. You just gotta hold on a little more, yeah?”

“Fuck!”

“Can you be a good girl for me and wait until I tell you to cum?”

Thrashing her head around, she still managed to nod. “Yes.”

Anything for him.

The straight position started to grow uncomfortable, so she tried to angle her leg a bit further up. Matt caught her. For a second, she feared he might punish her for trying to change position, but instead of scolding her, he helped her bend her knee enough so she could have some leverage and he held her that way with each of his thrusts, using the newfound space to circle his fingers around her aching clit. Eliza shivered, goosebumps following where his lips brushed her neck and her nipples kept rubbing against the silk sheets.

He could feel his cock disappearing inside of her while he rubbed at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He felt how perfectly he fit and right where he split her open.

The temptation was stronger than his common sense.

She bit down on his arm when he decided to plunge a finger into her tight, already abused hole at the same time his cock stretched her out. She was full beyond anything she had deemed possible before. He was everywhere and there was no space for her to move. She could clench, but there was no way she could get any tighter than that, and the wetness only did so much to keep the burning at bay.

The added size made her cry out, though instead of causing indescribable pain, it turned her on even more. The orgasm knocked on her door, ready to crash in.

She gasped, “Please, Matthew, can I- fuck! Can I cum?” she asked. “I’m so close, please.”

He wasn’t sure how long he could keep this going, so he nodded breathlessly, giving her permission to, “Let go for me.” And with the way he kept thrusting into her with both his cock and one of his fingers, his thumb still rubbing her clit and his moans filling her ears like the most beautiful symphony, she came fast and screaming for him, face smushed into the pillows and body shaking.

Matt’s finger slipped from her cunt. He grabbed at her ass, pulling her against him. The flesh jiggled and he couldn’t help but bring his palm down on the tender flesh. Again, again, again, and again. The sounds she made bordered on broken sobs. Her nipples rubbed against the silk sheets as his thrusts grew more vigorous, and the stimulation to the sensitive nubs on her chest had her clenching around him again in no time.

She reached back to grab his ass, holding him so deep inside of her, his tip rested against her cervix. “God, Matt, fuck!” He had her in a metaphorical chokehold, her body only responding to the pleasure he gave her and it was enough to have her bordering on the edge of climax.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he said. “Cum again for me.” He forcefully pulled her hips flush against his, cock resting at the right angle that it pushed all the way down on her g-spot and she came again with a loud cry of his name and her legs shaking harder than the world she was in.

His thrusts grew sloppy, and he followed only shortly behind with his release. With his hips glued to hers, his cock twitched and he came, cum spurting into her pussy, and he stayed right where he was, wanting to feel every last convulsion of her walls around him.

He panted heavily into her ear, “Good job,” he said. “You took me so well. All of me. I’m so proud of you, baby. I love you so much.”

When he pulled out, he could hear his cum dripping out of her hole, down her clit, and her thighs. She jolted against the cold air. He stroked over her ass cheeks again, collecting his cum and shoving it back inside of her.

“Don’t want to waste anything,” he told her.

She whimpered, though she let him overstimulate her and stuff her to the brim with his seed. Only like this could she feel complete. It was obscene and sinful but God, she loved walking around with his cum as a sign of being marked more than anything. A dirty fantasy she carried around with her all hours of the day. She needed him so badly, no matter where she was or what she did. It was almost as if she was addicted to him and all the acts of service he could provide in and out of the bedroom.

Her cunt spasmed, his cum leaking again. He sighed at the sound and the scent of them both mixed into a cocktail.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed. “You have no idea how badly I want to taste us together.”

His tongue swiped over her lower back first, then her ass cheeks.

“Can I just…” He stopped just above her folds. “Give me another one,” it wasn’t a question anymore. “Just one more, sweetheart. One more orgasm and we’re done. I just want to taste you so badly.”

That he wasn’t completely exhausted yet surprised her, but that man was known for his high stamina and pain tolerance. Overstimulation was nothing new to him and he seemingly enjoyed eating her pussy until she was shaking.

She was useless, she couldn’t fight back, not even when his tongue met her folds. He licked a long stripe over where the aftermath of their orgasms mixed. The taste was phenomenal. He shoved his tongue inside of her, hazy and high. She had a safe word, but she enjoyed this as much as he did, so she let it happen.

She met the feverish thrusts of his tongue, keeping her thighs spread with his veiny hands. He fucked her deliciously, her clit brushing the pillow underneath with every gentle smack to her ass.

It wasn’t long before the knot of pleasure tightened in a painful twist, her cunt pulsating with the release and her muscles too weak to wait for him to tell her.

“Matt-“

“I know.”

She came on his tongue for the third time that night, coating his face in both her arousal and what was left of his cum, which he hadn’t lapped up yet. He took it eagerly, cleaning her up with desperate moans and whimpers, grunting every so often when his tongue picked up traces of her sweat and tears in the mix.

One last smack and he was gone, finally yet, unfortunately. She panted into the sheets, gone into a world where time and space didn’t exist. She was just floating around in gray matter.

A large hand stroked up her heated back until it reached her neck, gently brushing the hair away before Matt kissed her shoulders. He worked on the tense muscles, using his fingers for something other than pleasure this time as he tried to coax her back to life.

The rubber of the garter belts he left on started to burn. She lifted her hips. “Matty, take them off,” she whispered. “Get them off, please.”

He nodded, slipping them down her legs and off. “There you go. I’m sorry,” he returned to whispering gentle praises into her ear, “You did so well for me.”

She relaxed slowly. The thudding of her heart in her ears moved into the distance and the earth came to a halt. She stopped spinning around her axis, the air in her lungs returning to where it was supposed to be. While her limbs kept shaking and her clit pulsated with every breath she took, she slowly started to come back to herself, and the haze of pleasure turned more into a state of relief than submission.

After a while, she turned her head to the other side. Matt lay on his side, finger carding through her hair absentmindedly. The glaze over his eyes told her all she needed to know. He was just as done and thoroughly fucked out as she was. The silence managed to slow their heart rates back to a healthy speed.

He smiled when he felt her eyes on him and she smiled back, tired but alright. “Hi,” she murmured.

“Hi,” he said.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For doing this.”

He shook his head, chuckling softly before pressing a kiss to her forehead. He told her once before she didn’t have to thank him for doing nice things or even having sex with her, to begin with, but she told him she wouldn’t stop, so he had to accept it.

She would eventually start accepting this as a regular occasion and orgasms would no longer feel like a rarity she had to thank him for but rather like something she had every right to.

Rubbing his thumb over the bridge of her nose, the one button he could press to instantly calm her down, Matt asked, “Do you need anything?”

But Eliza only shook her head. “Just stay with me like this,” she said.

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And then I need a shower.”

She smacked her lips.

“How about I get you some water first?” he suggested. “And then we can rest for a bit.”

The bottle next to the bed was empty, he had to get up to get a new one.

She gave him an incredulous look but gave in eventually when her throat started to hurt from the dehydration. She nodded, letting go of his arm so he could move into the kitchen and retrieve two fresh bottles from the fridge.

She took it gratefully, downing the entire thing in one gulp.

She didn’t care that she was covered in cum, spit, tears, and smudged makeup. All she cared about was lying in his arms for a few minutes and forgetting the world existed, which it didn’t have with him around. Their sex bubble was her favorite place to be and she had missed it, even though it had been just a week. A week without sex with a man like Matt was an arduous task, especially for an addict. Eliza was down so bad, she missed having an actual sex drive to have sex with him. She hadn’t been horny and she still missed sex with him. He had that much power over her. He taught her what pleasure truly meant and she couldn’t get enough of it.

With her back pressed to his chest and his arm around her shoulder, they lay there for a while. She played with his fingers, releasing the tension in them by cracking his knuckles. In return, he ran his hand over the knee, calf, and upper thigh that she had placed over his leg, feet planted on the mattress. He enjoyed the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips.

The room smelled of them, of sex and love and her perfume that lingered on the dress, as well as the water from the sprinklers they had danced through.

She loved him more than anything, and she would gladly risk getting cold again and again for a chance to be so carefree with him. And the sex was a nice way to end the night indeed.

But it wasn’t quite over yet. Matt’s eyes fluttered open suddenly, his head tilting toward the window. Eliza looked at him, worry etched in her features. She knew that look. He had heard sometimes and continued to listen. It must be serious, she thought. He usually tried to pry himself away and focus on her, but not even the hand on her heart grounded him this time.

She touched his bicep. “What’s wrong?” she asked, the sheets slipping from her body slightly as she sat up.

Matt jumped out of bed, back into his boxers, and stalked toward the window. He tilted his head again, hand placed on the wall and his ear close to the shut window. She watched his eyes twitch every time he heard something new, the source of the noise finally in his reach. His knuckles turned white from how hard he grabbed onto the stonewall.

She threw the covers off her body with a prolonged sigh, slipped into his ruined dress shirt, and walked out of the bedroom, only to return a few minutes later with his suit in hand.

Matt only returned half of his attention to her when she shoved the leather into his hand. “Go,” she said, the faintest of smiles on her face.

And she meant it. She wasn’t mad or upset with him for wanting to choose Daredevil as if it was the primal need of a werewolf to change during a full moon. He hesitated, fighting with himself. The woman he loved was half-naked in his bed, they’d just had sex and he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in her arms.

But the city needed him. The women at the docks screaming for help before being carted away as means to make money needed him. They reminded her so much of what happened to her and the kids at the White Room, he couldn’t ignore this nagging feeling of the need to jump in and beat these disgusting creatures who took them senseless, enforce at least some justice and drop them mindless before the police station.

Hell’s Kitchen needed Daredevil. He had to come out of hibernation, and she offered that escape to him. He didn’t have to feel guilty, she wanted him to. She wanted him to be who he needed to be because she chose him, both of them, Daredevil and Matt Murdock, the lawyer by day and vigilante by night, and the occasional devil in the sheets.

It was Daredevil who saved her life all those weeks ago, after all.

She shook the hand that held his suit. “Go,” she repeated her previous word. “Put the suit on, Matt, and go. It’s okay,” she said.

He made his decision. He took the leather, ignoring how much bleach it reeked, and pressed a loving kiss to her lips, holding her chin in place.

“Thank you,” he breathed. And he added, louder this time, “I love you so much.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, nodding in the direction of the staircase to the roof. “Get your cute butt into that suit and save your city.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Right before he could leave though, she put a hand on his arm, the knowing and proud smile mixing what that of worry. She kissed him again, softly, carefully, not wanting him to break.

“Be careful out there,” she said, “and come back to me in one piece.”

“I will,” he reassured her with a gentle tap on her nose.

She tapped his back and retorted, “Good.”

“Get some sleep.” Pecking her lips, which proved to her that he was still hesitant to leave, he put the cowl on. The red eyes of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen stared down at her and she had never felt more proud of him for overcoming his fear. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

She slapped his ass on his way up. “Okay.”

“I will note that and get you back.”

“Oh, please do.”

“Don’t start this now, sweetheart, or you won’t get any sleep tonight.”

The couch cushion she threw after him hit the door right as he closed it. His laugh rang out from the other side and she shook her head, trying to look serious, but she failed miserably.

In the breeze of the wind, he was gone and she was left alone in his dark apartment, slightly anxious and hoping he would come back to her with all his limbs still intact. But this was Matt Murdock. If anything his father taught him it was how to take a punch, and he swore to always come back to her, no matter the circumstances, so she went to bed anyway, praying to a God she didn’t believe him to bring her devil back home to her in one piece.

And he would, in time, because Matt would always get back up when he was beaten down. Always.

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