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Only You

Modern Day Sukuna X Plus-Size Female Reader

Mini Gift For: @plussizeficchick

(That's why I asked for your favorite characters. I wanted make a little something for you 🥰)

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3

Genre: Angst (?) to Fluff

Summary: As college attendees, both of Sukuna and you met each other by chance. However, the man holds a reputation from his tendency of having an inconsiderate and aggressive attitude towards others, though they were mainly rumors and misunderstandings. Being misunderstood tends to leave people emotionally unavailable yet after one fluffy encounter, his perspective of life changed drastically and he debates whether he's deserving of such happiness.

NOTE: The following consists of sexual assault, mentions of abuse, slght violence, vulgar language, and possible mental health problems. Please keep in mind this is all for entertainment purposes and the circumstances of the following are purely fiction. The author refuses liability of any offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive towards any of the said topics.

Author's P.O.V.

"Oh my gosh, it's him. Go the other way"

"Why the hell are you breaking with me, you d**che?!"

"Jokes on you, I was only using you for money."

Constant comments that haunt the poor man's ears on the daily.

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Ryomen Sukuna, the campus' well-known playboy who's incompatible of emotion or loyalty. With an RBF as his usual expression, the icy persona he radiates didn't really come off as a surprise. He's dated a plethora of women and yet they all fell through, though the relationships' foundations were incredibly shallow and one-sided (money, clout, sex, etc.). Thine poor soul had built an unhealthy immunity to hatred, negative impressions, and being used. Rumors circulated throughout campus, mainly consisting of toxicity, abuse, rape, so on and so forth, although he was never at fault for the false accusations and mistreatment bestowed upon him. Yet, this man was too immune to it to care. Being misunderstand proves that there is so much than what meets the eye.

By fate, he bumped into little ole you.

He met you as you hurriedly rushed out of the library, causing an accidental collision with your notebooks and his canned drink. Though apologies were sung and accepted left and right, compensation was made by a simple out-going at the college café. Awkwardness emerged through every cell on his body as he was afraid of the possible reactions and behavior you would have towards him. However, you were just a simple and dare he add, warm soul who was out with a new acquaintance.

Who knew such a simple act of kindness would stick with Sukuna's supposedly cold heart.

The time following the simple out-going resulted into frequent meetings and occasionally, study sessions. Despite his age being a year older, your assistance in such resulted in great improvement in his academics--more like mental health to be honest. Honestly, it left him baffled at the admirable intelligence installed in your brain--or he must be incredibly stupid. Everyone began to pity you, concerned of the potential heartache or abuse you may go through as your bond with the supposedly "playboy" began to tighten. Yet, it remained invalid and irrelevant in your mind and heart.

Months flew quickly as emotions began to evolve in the heart of the two of you, however, one heart remains doubtful and hesitant, creating fear inside of him for the first time in a while. He was already content with your friendship with him yet he can't help but yearn for more. How could he not when such a thick, curvaceous queen with such a beautiful soul would take time out of her day to spend it with to help him study or maybe for occasional hang-outs? Everything was almost surreal, but the continuation of such remains unknown.

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Once the second course of the day ended, Sukuna strolled through the campus with his clique on their way to get some lunch from a few restaurants and food stands. With trays upon trays, bags on bags, the group searched for a suitable and comfortable location to find. Finally finding an area to sit after about few minutes of searching, the group of men sat on a picnic table located outside of the same café you treated Sukuna to to compensate for the incident that occurred during your first encounter. It wasn't long until the food began to disappear one by one and useless conversations were created.

"Yeah, bro. She's fine as hell, but she's dating Kotaro from the rugby team. Ugh, that bastard," a male with pure white hair complained.

"Maybe I can still get her to my room tonight. I never fail to do so."

"You're a whore, you know that?" Said another male with luscious, black hair, longer than most people's will to live.

"Do you know how many relationships you've ruined because you couldn't keep it in your pants?"

"Hey, I only offer myself. Those chicks are the ones that end up taking the opportunity. That's on them," the white-hair defended.

"Telling them that you can do them better than their man is not offering. It's called "no self-control", Satoru," the long-haired stated.

"C'mon, Suguru. I have plenty of self-control."

"Then, I bet $100 you won't be able to go 1 month without sex," Suguru implied.

The absurd conversation continued on as Sukuna leaned his head in his hand, visibly bored from his current situation. Scanning the atmosphere around while dining an onigiri, his eyes fell upon the scene through the window of the nearby café. With no ill intention, his eyes began to doze off until they coincidentally fell on your plump figure that happened to be inside.

Analyzing thoroughly, he couldn't resist the urge to admire your appearance. Straightened hair pushed lazily yet attractively to one side with an oversized hoodie in a pastel color and gray sweatpants with socks and slides. Round glasses sat adorably on your squishy face as your attention remained on your notebooks and laptop. On the side of the device had a small drink as well, creating a very aesthetic atmosphere.

Similarly, your eyes finally leave the objects in front of you, peering around to take a breath and recollect yourself from your distressing thoughts, only to coincidentally catch Sukuna's gaze. Slightly surprised, you sweetly smile, waving gracefully yet shyly at him, causing the male to sit upright, slightly tense, as a light blush approached his cheeks while he waves similarly in response. You giggle at his state, but decide to resume back to your studies with your mood slightly lightened.

He, on the other hand, remained attentive on you. Almost in a trance, he couldn't find the strength to look away. His head rested on his hand once more, feeling at peace despite the constant beating of his chest. That was until...

"Oh, what do we have here?" Satoru seductively says, causing the pink hair to snap out of his trance.

"W-What?"

"I think our little Ryomen-chan has found his next target."

Sukuna snarled at the comment, despising the insulting diction spewing from Satoru's disgusting hole called his mouth. He rolled his eyes as the other male began to speak.

"Now, now, Satoru. From the looks of it, it seems that Ryomen has finally found out what love is," Suguru defended.

Though the term was very foreign, Sukuna found comfort and relief from it. His heart rate increased rapidly with no chance of calming down. Satoru immediately scoffed in disbelief.

"Love, schmove. We all know one he gets his hands on her, she'll be kicked to the curb within the next minute," the white hair mentioned.

"I don't know about that. By the way he was looking at her, I would say our friend here is quite intrigued. He basically had heart eyes," Suguru teased.

Before further bickering could occur, Sukuna was startled by a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turns to find you standing there, backpack on, your phone and notebook in hand and with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. The way your cheeks plump up, creating crescents with your eyes, how your dimples dented deeply into your cheeks displaying the genuine emotion when greeting him, he felt his knees go weak.

"Hi, Sukuna-senpai," you greet. "Hello, Gojo and Geto-senpai."

You greet them all with a bow with them responding back, though Satoru seemed quite agitated from the previous conversation.

"I came to drop this off to you."

Gently, you placed his phone on the table in front of him. Shock overcame as he recalled missing his phone, but believed he forgot it at home.

"H-How--?"

"Yesterday, after our study session, you forgot it at the library and I don't know where you live, so I held on to it for the time being. Plus, I couldn't find you earlier during down time, so I thought it'd be best to try during lunch."

"Wow. T-Thanks. I appreciate it," he says with a blush.

Before you could even return his gratitude out of courtesy, you were rudely interrupted.

"Oh, please. Forgetting at the library? Couldn't find him? Bullsh*t. Did you go through his phone or something? C'mon, be honest," a feminine voice interfered.

Suguru, along with yourself, turn your heads to see a woman while Sukuna and Satoru, on the other hand, growled in clear annoyance, able to recognize that sultry yet irritating voice.

There stood Kanjuro Mizuki, Sukuna's most persistent and most toxic ex.

She's in the same grade level as you, therefore, she's younger than all three men present. However, due to her high stature and wealthy upbringing, she always got what she wanted. But, she never knew how to play nice or let things go and if the issue was addressed with her present, she'd make your life a living hell, even if it was her partner.

You could say Sukuna's reputation rotted unnecessarily because of her, shortly after they broke up since she cheated on him for the umpteenth time, yet she had the audacity to accuse him of being the toxic and abusive one. The chick even made a whole scene in the hallway, in class, and on her social media with tears, acting skills, and a bruising makeup kit.

People all over began to despise Sukuna more than you could believe. He could've denied it, especially since there was no legitimate evidence claiming he did or he didn't commit such crimes, but he knew there was no use since everyone was so strong in believing his ex, so he allowed the public to portray him as such, though the constant bruising on his body proved otherwise.

"What do you want, Mizuki?" Sukuna asked with irritation audible in his tone.

"Well, Ryo-cha--"

"Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That."

She grumbled, but refused to allow her pride to be wounded.

"Fine. Anyways, are you sure this fat b*tch isn't trying to stalk you? I've seen desperation before, but this takes the cake," she remarks.

"Look, who's talking, b*tch," Satoru mumbled.

"Come again," she snapped at the white hair.

"I said what I said, hoe."

"You wanna go, Satoru?"

The said male stood up, about to throw some hands, but Sukuna placed his hand on the former's chest, shaking his head, telepathically messaging the white haired male to calm down before he falls into the woman's hands.

With clenched fists and gritted teeth, Satoru sat back down in defeat, scoffing, before crossing his arms to sulk similarly to a child.

Mizuki giggles mischievously.

"Hmm, thought so. Anyway, I understand why you'd be into a twerp such as Ryo-chan, but new flash, hon. This?"

She motions her hands up and down, scanning your body with disgust plastered on her face.

"This ain't it, babe," she chuckles.

The woman struts herself in front of the seated male, lowering her back to meet his gaze. If your eyes didn't deceive you, you'd say Sukuna seemed shaky and nervous as he struggled to confidently confront the woman before him.

"Leave her out of this, Mizuki," Sukuna butted in.

The woman dies laughing.

"C'mon, even if she was your type, you'd probably use her like the rest of them did. Or maybe the other way, I don't know what's in that f*cked mind of yours. In fact, I don't even understand why either of you would be interested in each other," she states with an amused cackle.

Her hands inconsiderately begin an assault around his body, especially his groin. Her eyes spewed venom and twisted intentions as the male whimpered under her touch. He tensed in, what resembled, fear as she continued her harassment. She lightly giggles at his reactions until the action resulted into harsh grips on her wrists. Mizuki met eyes with Sukuna, startled at the sudden contact.

His gaze burned into her souls, seeping hatred and disgust for the woman sitting on him. It didn't take a genius to see "anger" was an understatement of the wrath Sukuna was close to unleash on this woman. Yet, it was easily wavered by a smirk that crept upon her face.

"F*ck off, Mizuki," Sukuna snarled, attempting to seem unbothered by her presence.

With her smirk remaining, she yanked both limbs out of his grip and caressing his face, but he flinched horribly. Her smirk transformed into a wicked grin, indicating that she was getting off to this.

Satoru and Suguru shifted forward as they immediately were about to handle the situation, but they glanced to you for a moment and they swore Satan himself possessed your body as your completely shifted.

Your fluffy, soft exterior began to harden as your wrath was soon to be unleashed on this woman that was assaulting your dear senior. Analyzing your glare at the woman, they glanced at each other, nodding, agreeing that it'd be best--and more entertaining--to have you handle this.

"Oh, no. Did I huwt Ryo-chan's feewings? Aw. How precious," she mocks.

She then yanks his hair from the back of his head, snapping his head up. With a yelp, Sukuna's breathing became ragged as he couldn't deny the fear swarming his body at that instant.

"You know I'm right. Need I remind you I was the only one who stayed with you all this time, Ryomen. I never left you unsatisfied in bed, I always made sure that you were well taken care of, I made sure you were happy and most of all, I was the only one who ever loved a pig like you. Everyone else? You threw them aside as if they were used toys or vice versa. Admit it."

She sits on his lap placing her fingertips underneath his chin, causing him to meet her smug gaze.

"You need me," she whispered.

Without anyone noticing, you sat your belongings on the side of the table and began to tie up your hair in a lazy bun. You gently place your glasses away as you rolled up your hoodie sleeves.

The pure evil in her eyes demanded dominance as it steered itself deeply into his soul, causing him to tremble. His breath began to quicken in panic, tears brimmed the edges of his eyes as fear was no longer resembled, but present in his expression. The woman laughed at the pathetic, submissive response from the male. He clenched his fists harshly, but before he could do something he would regret, you swiftly gripped her arm immediately pulling her away from him, having her face you.

"What the--?"

Slap.

The impact on her cheek made such a satisfying and clean sound, increasing the level of sadism that was yet to be released. She yelps pitifully as she was literally flown across the concrete. Frozen and stunned, she glares at you while your expression became dull and blank.

"Mizuki-san, you do understand what personal boundaries are, right?"

Your tone dripped in sweet sarcasm, almost in a whisper which contrasted from the intense aura radiating from your body. Even the three males were astounded by this new persona.

Mizuki cackles, refusing to seem weak in public, especially in front of Sukuna.

"Honey, please. You're really defending a pig like him? Well, then again, animals do tend to protect their own kind," she comebacks with a smirk.

Expectant of an outburst, instead Mizuki was given a laugh from the woman in front of her.

"Well, pigs do tend to go for trash until they find decent food. I mean, Sukuna-senpai did end up dating you," you growled.

The three seniors beside you pursed their lips in resistance of bursting out laughing, though the white haired male was more dramatic with it.

Visibly embarrassed, anger riled up Mizuki's adrenaline, so she stormed up to you in attempt to hit you.

"You f*cking b--"

"Ah, ah, ah. Trash don't talk, do they?"

You push her away from the table once more, causing her to stumble a bit. Bit by bit, you slowly began to lose rationality and your morals of remaining non-violent no longer existed within you, at the moment. The female recollects herself as her suppressed fury no longer remained oppressed.

"You brat! Why is your fat*ss so persistent anyways?! Is money your motive?! Huh?! Fame or sex?! Not like you'd get far looking like that, sl*t!" She exclaims, attracting unnecessary attention around campus.

"Last time I checked, you opened your legs more than your books these past few years. Last time I checked, you lost all that damn weight by wiping off that make-up and gained it all back with plastic surgery. Seriously, sis, them tits ain't fooling nobody."

The crowd around the area began to murmur within themselves as a few chuckles and laughs were heard as well. Attention increased as the campus became intrigued seeing the campus' spoiled brat was finally being told off. Seeing such a result caused anxiety to conjure within the woman before you.

"W-Well, you're not the special either, b-b*tch!"

"Did I say I was? You were the one who wanted to start something since you obviously thought you were all high and mighty, right? So, come on. You talk so big when you assault a man, how come you're not fighting back to another woman? Huh? I know why," you comment.

You kick her leg, tripping her, having her fall face flat on the concrete. Bending down, you yank her hair, forcefully having her meet your deadly glare.

"You're just weak."

You gave her a nice uppercut, earning a shriek from her. "Oh's" and "Ah's" could be heard from the crowd as a few laughs were heard as well. You towered over her, remaining blank and lifeless in your expression.

"You knew he wouldn't hit you back, that's why you talk a big game. But, I don't mess with that," you say with such malice.

She screeches in desperation as she stands up and goes towards your direction. Offended, she attempted to slap you, but instead, you took ahold of her wrist and twisted it in an instant, but not harsh enough to break anything, though you did want to hear a refreshing crunch of bones before a satisfying scream of agony.

You were quick to punch her to the floor with your free arm, almost knocking her out. Her nose began to bleed as she sat up in panic of the redness flowing down. Backing up, fearful of another blow, which was coming her way regardless, you make one last right hook before grabbing her collar, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.

"Touch him again and this little piggy will pork chop you into next week, you heard?"

You drop her on the floor, coldly walking away with your back facing her, but you freeze.

"And make sure to tell your dad I said, 'Thanks'. He sure left this pig squealing last night," you wink.

The crowd gave diverse reactions as a portion laughed and squealed in amusement, exactly to Satoru, another portion had a share of whispers and smirks, similar to Suguru, and the remainder became speechless, comparable to Sukuna.

You shrug nonchalantly as you returned back to the three males who sat there shocked of the kind responses you spat towards Mizuki's snarky remarks. Ignorant of her humiliated stature, you began to gather your belongings as she stood up and just scoffed in pain and embarrassment, storming off shouldering a few people along the way.

Once she left, the three men laid their eyes on you as they remained tense and dumbfounded by the scene that had unfolded. With a sigh, you wore your backpack once more before retrieving your glasses and tilted your glasses up on your nose bridge in a comfortable position. You took ahold of your phone and other belongings as well, dusting yourself off and readjusting your clothes and stature. Even your hair was brought out of the bun into the luscious form it was in moments before Mizuki came.

You shyly grin in embarrassment, seeing the amount of attention and unnecessary action you caused.

"Sorry for that. I didn't mean to interfere in your personal life, Sukuna-senpai. I just didn't like how she was treating you. H-Hehe," you nervously chuckle.

Their amazed expressions remained, almost as if they were deaf of the words you spoke.

"Marry me," Satoru spouted.

You almost jumped at the proposal, but giggled nervously.

"Uhh, senpai? I-I think you misspoke."

"No, I didn-- Ow!"

The male was quickly silenced by a harsh hit on his head made done by the very male you defended.

"Shut up, bastard! She's mi--"

Sukuna froze in his place, just realizing the words he was about to release. He turned to you afraid of your reaction, in case you were able to resemble the sentence he lacked to finish. He found you holding your mouth with shoulders bouncing, indicating you were resisting your laughter. Instead of embarrassment, his heart melted at the sight in content.

"Gojo-senpai, you're as mischievous as ever," you state with a laugh.

Subconsciously, Sukuna fondly smiled at your adorable guffaw as the other two watched in awe, seeing their supposedly cold-hearted comrade soften for a soul such as yours.

"Say, Y/N-san. Come sit with us, we just got some kikufuku, onigiri, ramen, and some other foods. We can't finish this all by ourselves," Suguru offered.

"Yes, we ca-- Yah!"

The white haired yelped in pain once more as a portion of the flesh of his thigh was twisted painfully by the male who made the kind offer towards you.

"I-It's alright. I don't want to stir more trouble for you guys. I probably made things worse."

"No!" Sukuna outbursted, catching all of you off guard.

"U-Uh, I mean, w-we weren't asking, you know? And you won't cause trouble. You actually helped u-us out a lot s-so, just eat with us, Y-Y/N. Let us treat you. It's no different w-when we're studying, r-right?" Sukuna stutters as his cheek flush into a darker shade of pink with every word spoken.

Contrasting from the two males smirking at Sukuna's shy statement, heat quickly rose to your own cheeks as you smiled dearly before nodding, taking up his offer. Hectic, he scoots over to give you room as you sat next to him. Satoru and Suguru sit smugly in their seats, enjoying the sight of their friend sitting tense and blushing by the woman next to him.

Various topics of conversation evolved left and right, keeping you occupied until you turn your head to notice the tense stance of the man next to you. His leg bounces and his fingers fidget, clear signs of anxiety, creating concern within you. The two others continued their own personal conversation as you gently place your hand upon his, causing to freeze and tense up more than before. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he turned to you, seeing your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Are you alright? Am I making you uncomfortable? I can leave if you need me to," you gently offer, almost in a whisper.

Too entranced by your consideration, neither of you realized the two pairs of eyes peering at the scene playing before them. Once making eye contact with you, his body soon relaxed into a slight smile as he held your hand in response.

"I'm alright, just a bit tired from today's events," he admits.

You sigh and smile, relieved. Almost about to retrieve your hand back, away from his, he instead interlocked fingers before laying his head on your shoulder. This time, you became frozen and tense in your spot with a deep red painted on your face.

"S-Senpa--"

"I don't have any classes for the rest of today, but do you want to hang out tonight? You know, after our study session?" He asks groggy and tired.

"Yeah, o-of course."

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 7."

"S-Sure," you answer with a stutter.

The two men stared in awe, glad to see their friend finally content and comfortable with another soul. It's not everyday you see Ryomen Sukuna, the campus' supposed playboy that uses and abuses every chick he sees, become soft for a soul as warm and sweet as honey.

Time Skip

"Perfect. Now, all to do is create an original transition term, briefly address your arguments, counter arguments, and rebuttal, concoct a call to action for the audience, and finish it with a closing personal statement or question," you explain.

Sukuna stares blankly back at you as if you spoke a foreign language. You chuckled in both amusement and embarrassment as you reiterated your explanation.

"Uh, just come up with a word that smoothly transitions to the next paragraph, but makes sure it's not repetitive. Then, rewrite your main reasons in preferably one sentence before coming up with a saying or question for the audience to think about."

His mouth resembles an 'O' shape, displaying his understanding, but your expression dropped.

"You still don't understand, do you?"

"You know me too well," he says, disappointed.

You chuckled at the cute expression, but it instantly dropped seeing the genuine disappointment on his face.

"Sorry, Y/N. I'm really trying, I promise," he softly stated, similar to a whisper.

His head hung low until you held his hand, similarly during lunch. His melancholic expression lifted into a timid blush as his eyes found yours. Your smile displayed itself once more, easing his mind despite his rapid heartbeat.

"I know, Sukuna-senpai. I wouldn't be here if you didn't," you reassure.

"Besides, literature isn't everyone's forte. In fact, nobody enjoys literature."

"You sure? You seem to be diverse in your dialect and vocabulary," he mocks in a goofy tone.

With a light hearted shove to his shoulder, you give him an eye-roll while he softly laughs at the joking atmosphere.

"Knowing and enjoying are incredibly different."

"Yeah, okay," he teases.

"Oh, hush, you jerk."

You both laugh, but keep the volume on the low, considering the fact that your session is in the library. After a few moments of humorously joking around with each other, you both managed to calm down and refocus yourselves on the original purpose of your presence in the library.

"Let's take a break from literature then, and just do math for now," you suggest and he nods in agreement.

In a lighter mood, you both took out your math assignments before discussing the necessary matters regarding the problems stated on the worksheets. It took a minute for you two to understand certain problems, but your cooperation with each other helped you both manage.

As moments pass as you continue to work on your assignments, Sukuna turned his attention to you for a few brief seconds, only to be trapped in an intense gaze, unable to retract itself from looking away at the adorable woman next to him.

With such admiration, he couldn't help, but melt at the sight of your glasses sitting cutely on your nose bridge. The unbreakable concentration you had as you neatly copied your studying notes from your laptop into your well-organized notebook had him subconsciously grinning from ear to ear.

However, it was quick to fade as he mentally slapped himself in attempt to refocus back on his assignments. Yet, he couldn't resist sneaking one last peek of you working. A slight piece of hair fell from your messy bun, falling gracefully in front of your face. It took all the strength he had inside to resist placing that piece of hair behind your ear.

He mentally slapped himself once more, upset at himself for doing such a creepy thing towards you. Sukuna attempted to go back into his work, but he could not sit idly while his mind kept wandering elsewhere, distracting him from the tasks at hand.

Without warning, he decided to just spill out what his heart had been aching to say.

"Thank you," he randomly spouts.

"Hmm?" You hum, still distracted with your work.

"Thanks for today. With, uh, Mizuki. Hadn't it been for you, I would have probably--"

"Done something you regret?"

His neck snaps towards your direction as you sighed before placing down your pen and turning to face him, containing eye contact.

"I could see it. You were restraining yourself, but you were left vulnerable. I couldn't sit by and let that snake abuse you again," you state softly but dangerously.

'Again?' he thought. 'How did she know?'

Sukuna sat there, speechless, too shocked to even think. You place both of his much bigger, calloused hands into your smaller, stubby ones. Your gaze towards him seemed determined and almost angry, but overall sympathetic.

"I could tell, senpai. You flinched and tensed with every step and touch she made towards you. For someone who claims to be "abused", she seemed quite touchy."

He avoids your gaze as he only then realized the obvious body language he displayed once Mizuki appeared.

"I-I, uh, I didn't think it'd be so obvious," he chuckled, sadly.

Your brows furrowed in worry once more seeing the humor your senior attempted to use to cope with his trauma.

"Why didn't you tell anyone, senpai?" You ask, quietly.

He shrugs with a depressing expression, unable to truly let himself process his emotions.

"No one wouldn't have ever allowed me to put my argument in, much less believe me. You know how everyone thinks of me. There'd be no point," he admits with such defeat and melancholy.

With a tight hug, you snuggle into the male's shoulder leaving him surprised. Once it processed in his mind, he hugged you back, grateful for the needed skinship.

"I believe you, senpai. I don't tolerate any form of abuse. Whether it'd be physical or mental, male or female victim, I don't care. If you don't feel safe, just know that I'm here for you, understood? That...is not a question."

Without realizing, a tear falls down his beautiful face as his emotions could no longer be held.

"May I ask you something?"

"Of course, Sukuna-se--"

"Ryomen. Just call me Ryomen," he corrected.

"A-Alright, Ryomen-kun. Are your alright?"

With eyes glimmering from his constant tears, he pulls away from the hug and stares back into your eyes.

"W-Why are you so nice to me?"

The question left you puzzled, wondering why he'd ask such a thing.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, don't you hate me? You know what people think of me, so why do you stay with me? You deserve so much better than a lowlife such as myself. A beautiful soul such as yours shouldn't be corrupted by the likes of m--"

His rant was cut short by a simple embrace of his lips with yours. He froze, startled at the sudden contact, but once his mind was able to process the moment, he melted into the kiss, reaching for your cheeks to caress and deepen the contact.

Usually, he'd flinch or avoid any form of contact with his face, but this time, he didn't mind. In fact, it was almost as if he had yearned for it. With such an exchange, he had only then realized how safe he felt when he's with you, therefore, his body let him relax in your arms.

He finally departed with such rosy cheeks and a few tears rolling down his gorgeous face. Your thumbs were so quick to wipe them away.

"I oughta beat your behind. Don't you ever say that about yourself, understood? All those bullsh*t rumors of you committing such things are stupid. They can't prove you did any of that, you would've been expelled and arrested if you did, and knowing you, you wouldn't hurt a fly."

Your words sunk deeper into his heart as he listened to your encouragement.

"You've been such a gentle and kind heart since the day we met. Everyone else misunderstands and misjudges you, all simply because they have no balls to talk to you and figure out your true nature. Instead, they listen to dog sh*t that people throw in the air. Don't mind them. They're too immature to identify a loving soul when they saw one."

Sobs soon escaped his mouth as you weren't hesitant to embrace him with such warmth and love once more. He quietly cries his emotions into your shoulder, leaving you heartbroken seeing this supposedly lowlife of a man realize the vulnerability within himself. Tears began to burn your eyes from the sight, but you were mainly ecstatic at the progress of the man in your arms in expressing his emotions.

He pulls away with a tear-soaked face while he hiccups from the lack of oxygen in lungs due to his excessive crying. You hold one of his hands while using your free hand to caress his cheek.

"Breath, darling."

He nods as he follows your deep breathing pattern, bringing down his constant hiccups. Once his breathing was decently stable, he looks at you with such sincerity.

"Thank you for everything, Y/N. You don't understand how grateful I am for you. It's just..." he states with a sigh.

"You know, it's hard to truly be myself around others. I mean, I honestly believed Mizuki was the one for me until she proved otherwise. But, my feelings for her were genuine, so when she told me that no one would be able to love me, I-I didn't know what to do."

He looks down, but you were quick to lift his gaze up to meet yours.

"I understand how it feels to be insecure or unworthy of love. I mean, do you see me? I obviously don't fit in society's standards of beauty and I've constantly hurt myself because of it. I've had my share of toxic exes as well, but after a while, I've come to realize that it all starts with self-worth. It took me time, but I managed to acknowledge my self-worth and you should too. It'll be quite the journey, but I'll be right here walking through it with you. You're worthy of so much more than what Mizuki had to offer."

You hold his face in your soft hands, staring intently into his eyes. He smiles, oh so softly, leaning into your gentle touch against his face. He kisses your palms in gratitude, melting your heart at the act.

Such a gorgeous sight.

Suddenly realizing your "too-close-for-comfort" skinship, your eyes widened as you yank your hands back in humiliation.

"S-Sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Well, I did, but you know-- I just, well, you know? And I-- mmph!"

Exactly as before, he silences your rambling with his lips. You were quicker to respond to such a romantic act with his hands on your cheeks. You hum in content as the kiss seemed much more passionate than the one before.

Finally pulling away, you both pant, out of breath from the recent acts of romance.

"That was fire," you state, slightly drunk from the intense scene that had occurred.

He laughs, amused of your reaction.

"Definitely."

A deep blush and shy beam radiated off both of your faces, yet you couldn't bring yourself to look at him despite his intense and attentive stare towards you.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N. I haven't felt so safe in my whole life until you came. Words cannot describe the yearning I have for you and I hope you feel the same," he confesses with light glimmering his eyes so graciously.

At this point, the heat in your cheeks increased so rapidly, you were close to being putty on the floor.

"D-Ditto, sen-- I mean, R-Ryomen-kun," you stuttered, awestruck of the current conversation taking place.

He couldn't resist laughing at your flustered state.

"You're too cute," he laughs.

You quickly were brought back to earth hearing his angelic voice laughing so handsomely. A few chuckles left your mouth as a result. Once you both dialed down, your eyes remained stuck in a love-struck gaze.

"S-So, what now?" You ask.

He shrugs as his fond gaze refused to falter along with his charming smile.

"I honestly don't know, but I do know that we're no longer 'just friends' anymore."

You hum in agreement as you timidly fidget with your fingers mustering every bit of courage to state the next line.

"Well, then, can I-- I don't know, maybe," you stutter unable to say your intended line.

"Can you what, bubs?" He slyly mentions.

The slight pet name threw you in a loop as you no longer could function. Your face blanked in surprise, keeping yourself still for a while. A snap in your face brought you back from your lost gaze, looking back to the male in front of you.

"Are you alright?" He gently asks.

"O-Of course, j-just thinking."

"About?"

You debate whether or not to admit it, but you couldn't miss such an opportunity.

"About when I can make you mi-- I mean, be your's? I mean, I w-won't push you to be min--"

"Yes," he randomly answers with a smile.

"A thousand times, yes. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours. That is, if you'll allow me to."

You peck his lips once more, combining foreheads.

"Of course," you respond with a gleam.

Unable to contain such excitement, he shares a passionate kiss once more, lifting you off the floor. You yelped in surprise as you felt yourself being twirled around as if you didn't weigh more than your average human being.

You mentally were grateful that you both enjoy studying in the very back of the library where almost nobody goes.

Eventually, you both pulled away as an idiotic grin remained plastered on his face.

"H-How are you carrying m--?"

"These guns aren't just for show, bubs," he winks, but instead of a flustered reaction, he received another eye-roll.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, you can put me down now, Mr. Beef."

"Aww, but I finally have the girl of my dreams in my arms. Can't I hold you a bit longer, bubs?"

He pouts, teasingly yet adorably, as you grumbled under your breath.

"After we finish studying," you negotiated.

He smiled before nodding in agreement. He gives one last peck on your nose before putting your down. Just as you both were about to be seated, a voice caught your attention.

"It's 6 o'clock, love birds."

"Right. Shouldn't you both be getting ready for tonight?"

Confused, you both turn your heads to find Satoru and Suguru standing behind you both, obviously coming out from hiding behind the book shelves.

"You little-- were you guys watching the whole time?!" Sukuna whisper-yelled.

"Well, not necessarily. Satoru was getting bored of just waiting, so he fell asleep until I woke him when things interesting," Suguru explained.

"And that would be?" You asked.

"When you told Sukuna you knew Mizuki was hitting him," the white-haired started with a stupid smile.

"I don't think that's something to say while smiling, senpai," you state.

"Right, my bad."

The male beside you was beyond pissed and embarrassed, whereas you were just confused and rather impressed at the fact that they managed to hide for so long.

"Sorry for intruding in your privacy, but we simply couldn't resist in witnessing our friend finally establishing a romance with the only girl on this campus that I'd respectfully call a woman," Suguru added.

"Yeah, you kick *ss, Y/N-san. After Mizuki, we weren't really sure if we'd accept anyone as Ryomen-chan's partner, but you're the only one who actually treats our friend well, so yeah. Just don't freak out when you find out he has an anime obsession. Them anime girls don't play around," Satoru says.

Sukuna did not hesitate to approach the white hair to give a nice bonk on Satoru's head, but you were quick to interfere.

"Wait! You watch anime, too?! Do you watch One Piece?! What about Studio Ghibli?! What's your favorite film?!" You ramble with eyes twinkling similar to a puppy's.

His anger soon withered seeing you so happy. Being such a hardcore geek himself, he didn't hesitate to respond.

"Y-Yeah. Didn't get far in One Piece, but still love it. With Studio Ghibli, maybe Ponyo or Grave of the Fireflies?"

You gasped in amazement, absolutely ecstatic at this new fact of your new partner. Literal stars dazzled from your eyes.

The three of the men couldn't help, but be heart struck of your reaction.

"That's it. Suguru, we're looking for thick babes from now on," Satoru whines, feeling single seeing his friend with such a lady.

"For once, I can't disagree with you," the latter states.

"Have fun on your date, you two. Treat her nice, Ryo, or else, Satoru and I won't be able to help ourselves and you know how much we love to share."

Boom, red all over your face.

The two wink in unison as they leave the library, leaving you and your slightly irritated boyfriend alone. Your man was quick to turn to you, almost desperate and hurt.

"Please don't leave me, bubs. I can't lose you, especially to the likes of them," Sukuna snarls.

You laugh at his jealousy and shared a peck on his forehead as he pouted.

"Would never, baby. Only you."

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Hope you enjoyed!

Good night, my loves ❤

#anime and manga #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #Sukuna x chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk manga #jjk fluff #jjk sukuna #jjk angst

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artem1sc0re · 4 months

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So I have this idea of a little fluff-based AU me and my partner came up with out of the fact that all I’ve really seen if Norman and his late boyfriend Reilly in terms of fanfiction would be angst or just pure tragedy.

So basically in this AU Norman Jayden is a flower shop owner and his bf Jack Reilly is a coffee shop owner. The two of them bond through a collaboration of Norman helping jack’s small coffee shop flourish through vibrant flowers that grow throughout spring as well as a traditional homey cafe with a warm beverage.

It’s kind of my first time writing something to do with Norman dialogue-wise, so I have no idea whether I’ve got his character right or not; so to get to know his character and perhaps look for criticism, I’ve written a one-shot.

Please provide criticism for dialogue and let me know how I can improve!! ^^

(EDIT: I GOT IT POSTED ON AO3!! Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53010700)

A proposition.

The coffee owner initiates cleanup the moment he feels the presence of frequent visitors is bare as a desert; swiping dirty tables and crumbs sluggishly, missing the ever few stains of bitter coffee but remaining unbothered. Although more sluggish than usual, he remains oblivious to the observing presence of a flower shop owner, following his moves with his soft and admiring expression, gleaming through his sage-green eyes.

Jack gives up at the sign of his blind movement, missing the small bits and bobs of stains and ceramic plates, straying to the spruce counter to slouch over and reflect, covering his cracking facade with his trembling hands.

Norman notices this, perking up curiously as he snaps out of his trance. At the first sign of vulnerability, he gets up from his spot in the corner, heading to check up on the gloomy coffee owner.

“You look downtrodden tonight. What’s eating at you?”

He broke the cold silence that loomed the closed up and dimly lit shop.

Reilly straightens, his startled eyes looking at Norman like he was a deer staring at headlights.

“I-it’s nothing really. Just had a bad day, I guess.” He answered reluctantly.

Although reluctance was shown, he takes his face out of his hands still creating a tremor as if he were watered down to nothing but a bundle of shivers.

“O-okay, maybe there is something that’s ‘eating away at me’, as you put it.” Jack quivered, giving in to his own emotional state.

Norman’s eyes remain on Reilly, waiting for the burdened barista to speak his words, nodding softly as to remain attentive.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore. Fuck, everyone’s leaving for the café around the corner. Students who used to study here and used to frequent for a good cuppa’ have vanished, and as I walk, they’re chatting away and working at the ‘haba de café’, as they call it. (I ran out of name ideas.)

I can’t even keep it running with all the cost of good quality beans inflating, or the constant remarks about how the haba de cafe is so much better than this run-down place, with their modern decor of fake and artificial flowers, or posters with LED borders.

I might just shut down this place. Find a new apartment and just work a typical 9-5. It’s tiring trying to keep a positive and optimistic passion for this place, when no one wants to see it.” Jack rambled. His face paints with distraught at the thought of being unable to pursue his passion, instead having to go to a boring job in a cheap apartment.

“Hey. Listen.”

A reassuring hand from Norman lands on Jack’s, causing him to glance at the flower shop owner.

“I’ve seen what this place does, and it has potential. Just because some new coffee shop opened up by some wealthy bastard who wants to leech more money off of loyal customers, doesn’t mean you should put yourself down. If anythin’, you shouldn’t even bother comparing yourself to that place. They’ve got more than one person working, meanwhile you’re a one-man management. You work with enthusiasm and it shows in the drinks and the food just how much love was put into it. It’s why people frequent this place. The quiet atmosphere and the homey aroma of this place is what’s so great about it.” Norman reassured, his tone soft-spoken and attentive.

Jack loosens up, his eyes glancing to the polished countertop, staring at the dim reflection of his inverted counterpart.

“That’s what I intended to create.. a quiet yet homely atmosphere..” He cuts himself off, as if something was ignited in the barista, his eyes lighting up in realisation.

“W-why was i getting so worked up for, in that case? This isn’t about the profit, or gaining money. It was just that I wanted to create this environment, intended for everyone to use, to feel at peace as if they’re just at home, about a hot beverage in the cold winter, creating a warm feeling after a chilly day. I was only getting started! Although.. what can I do? It’s going to remain unchanged even if I regain my love for the relaxed atmosphere of a traditional cafe with hand-brewed coffee.” Jack questioned, glancing at Norman.

“I was thinking of a proposition between you and I. Something that could benefit the both of us.” The florist replied, carefully contemplating the words to say to the coffee shop owner, slowly breaking eye contact with him.

“I could help decorate your place, if you’d like. Since valentine’s is around the corner, as well as spring, the flowers are at their optimum and lovestruck teenagers would be buying roses for their significant others. It could benefit the both of us; allowing promotion of my shop, and attraction to your place.” Norman eventually offered, his observant yet hesitant eyes attempting to gauge the reaction of the barista.

Reilly lit up like a star; the happiest he’s been since he opened the place.

“Are you shitting me?! It’s a perfect idea! It’s just the thing I need! Botany, to add some flourish, life to this place! Externally and internally! You fucking genius!” Reilly grips Norman’s loose hand on his into the form of a handshake, moving it firmly before pulling the florist into a hug.

Norman flinched at the sudden physical showcase of gratitude, but something inside him felt warm, the warmth of being able to possibly revive and bring this cafe back in business.

#heavy rain #norman jayden #quantic dream #jack reilly #heavy rain game #heavy rain chronicles DLC #I NEED THESE TWO TO LIVE A WHOLESOME LIFE NORMAN DESERVES TO BE HAPPY #coffee shop AU #one shot #oneshot #fanfic #fic #David cage did norman so dirty with scrapping his dlc and giving him horrible endings #normanjayden #jackreilly #heavyrain #heavyraingame

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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Thank you so much for all your amazing fic recs!! I have an ask - do you know any Johnlock fics where they get off on having people watch them do… things to one another? The longer the better!

Hey Nonny!

Thank you so much for your kind words!!! It means a lot!!!

Nonny, I DO have fics you'll like, and I'll use your ask as a reason to post a Pt 2 list!!

Hope you enjoy what I got for ya! Feel free to add more, my friends, specifically fics that focus on it, rather than as a side thing like my fics are.

VOYEURISM & PUBLIC SEX Pt 2

See also: Accidental Voyeurism & Public Sex

Better Than One by Innerspace (E, 14,760 w || Threesome, Self-cest / Clone Sex, First Time, BJ’s, Power Play, Slight Dub-Con) – Sherlock creates a clone and discovers things about himself and John he never imagined. John is just along for the ride, so to speak.

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world's only consulting detective will be on his own once again...or will he?

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time, Sort-Of Non-Con Voyeurism) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock, BAMF John) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (E, 58,611 w. || First Time/Kiss, Experiments / Sexual Experimentations, Multi Pairings, Voyeurism) – John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #voyeurism fics #public sex fics #my fic recs

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animation-is-my-jam · 7 months

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Doctor two brain ships? Like all of themn? Or another question, which characters you DONT like shipping with ? you chose

Even though the rat man does give me fatigue sometimes, I still think he's great and his dynamics with other characters makes him really fun. For his ships, or if you're asking what ships I like with DTB--then yeah I can say.

-Like I said before on my top Otps, I'm very fond of him and Professor Robert Tubing. Tubing in general deserved more and I have a lot of headcanons/character writing for him, during that process I played with the little idea of him and Steven being ex-friends or colleagues. And with that very little interact DTB and Tubing had in "Cat and mouse game" I was like... but what if. So then I proceeded to go insane coming up with these ideas about Tubing and Two Brains having this wild ass dynamic and of course boats of angst. If Tubing was used more he literally would have been DTB's foil and I'm a sucker for that in shipping. Also yeah I did the ultimate cringe thing and created fan kids of them for an AU. I could go really on how much I love these two and how it sparks me to engage with Two Brains content. Plus giving Tubing what he truly deserves.

As for other DTB ships, I like them and think they're pretty good too. While they're not at the status of top ships for me, I respect them.

-I always appreciated Provoclone and it's kinda grew on me, but a bit hard for me to see Beatrice not as either sapphic or aromatic personally. Still cute!

-Butcher and DTB is really funny. Someone pointed out how they have a really (one is super affectionate and the other doesn't reciprocate or is too hesitant). DTB really likes Butcher but our meat man is all “y'all hear something?” with him, it's great. This one is kinda underrated, like most Butcher ships-- but again not for me personally, but I respect it's uniqueness if this is the dynamic to go for.

-Grilled cheese is good too. The Chuck's mom's not home episode really solidified their potential and wow that truly was one of the gayest. But also sometimes they appear to be at each other's throats too. They got a little animosity but will kiss each other vibe. Again not for me, but dang their name is good

- That's the more notable ones I can think of, I know there's also a boat load of other miscellaneous DTB ships that I'm missing but I think for me they all fall into "this is a neat idea" camp and nothing much else unfortunately. There's also the very rare but also hype idea of Headcanoning DTB as a flirt Aro--which I think is really cool and actually could be true if you want to stick to his characterization in canon.

As for characters (singular characters) I don't like shipping? Idk if that's just in general or something else..but I'll go with the first one bc I like painting targets on my back. (Disclaimer this isn't me saying I don't ship these characters with others bc it's problematic or whatever, it's just preference or HCs).

- Violet. Yeah I know kill me. But there's a good reason. Even though I appreciate like every Violet ship and think they're all cute in their own right... I'm sorry but to me this girl is Aroace. I know as someone who likes to follow canon interactions to justify ships, I should be all over Sciolet, Vibecky, Scoobecklet, but idk they're all cute, but I always imagined that after a certain time Violet would be great avenue to explore her being super affectionate and friendly to the point others might construe as romantic but nope she's just like that :) and that's perfectly fine.

- Same with Rex. To me they're aromatic, and not because he's an unfamiliar with things like emotions and acts almost robotic with his mannerisms with human culture bc he's alien, it's more like Rex does understand and they wouldn't say no to a date or partner, he just doesn't prefer it.

- I mentioned on the DTB ships that Beatrice (LRW) also follows into this category. I love her, she's my perfect blend of fail woman by day and girlboss by night, she deserves no one and nobody deserves her. Or sapphic but still prefers not to be in anything committed.

- Tim and Sally. Sorry but they're inseparable and probably too monogamous to shipped with others, even in a polycule.

- Ms. Power. Yeah I know I technically have a Pla//sma rope fankid, but to be fair I never said they were together. For me it's not a matter of HC with this one, I just don't really vibe with much of Powers ships, like I think girlie just wants to be alone nor do I think she would be a good partner if we're being honest. Like I'm iffy on even giving her a redemption arc since I like her so much as an antagonist. And even with evil partner ships I'm like eh. To me I think the only love she really needs is herself...both in a narcissistic way and to do something about that underlying self esteem she probably has.

#wordgirl #doctor two brains #wordgirl fandom #dr. two brains

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minipisi-is-dumb · 1 year

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Got any predictions for Sonic Prime before it comes out?

oh anon you have no idea what you just did

so i got a bit yeah wait

the trailer shows that nobody recognizes sonic in the other universes, sure, but it makes me think wether is because sonic never existed in that universe, or died and now this new sonic came and nobody knows what to do with it. even if personally i find the second one more interesting, the most likely to be is that sonic never existed in the first place-like that one chapter of sonic boom type of situation-

tbh i like the idea of sonic just dying in at least the dystopian au because i am starving for tails angst and seeing his design and animation that could've been a good opportunity

that counsel of eggmans looks a bit like it's all the eggmans from all dimensions and it makes me SO interested. if it is and it seems like it's the main threat it would make so much sense why the urgency of going between worlds to solve the problem of there being apparently no barrier between the universes. but also ! that would mean that a) original eggman traveled not only to an alternate dimension but time traveled too in order to create the counsel before sonic arrives b) the counsel of eggmans is an entity created way before the events of our main universe where every world where sonic isn't there has it's Eggman join

or maybe the many eggmans is just some cloning thing and im getting more excited than i should but MAN i can't help it

Oh oh can i can i talk about TAILS for a sec (shocked)

ive been thinking about how maybe his two biological tails are fine. but outside of his original form we don't see him flying. like call me crazy but what it tails cannot fly? at least in the dystopian au? sonc lore depending on the source has two main possible ways that tails learned to fly where in one when he gets excited he involuntarily moves his tails and that's how he know and the other one he learned because he wanted to be able to keep up with sonic's speed (sonic origins merges both of these ideas into one but it's still this two) so maybe he needs robotic tails bc of that idk

not a prediction more like a genuine curiosity on how multiverse works in prime. like look i adore the concept of multiverse as much as the next guy but ive never seen it done in a way that it really explores how much the existence of a multiverse can impact the characters, because the mcu and rick and morty showed me how easy it is to misuse it and make it feel boring and shows like final space where multiverse slowly wanted to be used with potential had no chance to shine enough for it to count as a multiverse story imo

so since the entire novelty of THIS piece of sonic media is that it has a multiverse concept it does make me very interested since it won't be an afterthought of a bigger story but the entire reason why the story exists. so yeah i cannot expect any deep psychological exploration on the cosmic horror of infinite versions of oneself or some deep shit bc that's not what SONIC is about

like if i would want super deep philosophy stuff i wouldn't be expecting it from this franchise and much less i would be a fan of it i just like funny mobians. but i JUST want a well written fun multiverse story where it feels like the multiverse as a concept is not there for decor and is actually made with sense and it's own rules n stuff. i just want my stories to make sense.

#sonic prime #i think i got a bit carried away

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vibrantbirdy · 11 months

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Pursuit: A Ben Solo Star Wars Story - Chapter 8

Title: Pursuit Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi, Action/Adventure, Romance Setting: Post The Rise of Skywalker (Ben Solo lives!) Chapter: 8/? Main Character: Ben Solo (Kylo Ren) Warnings: Moderate combat violence; adventure peril; minor angst; antagonist has a line which could be understood as a very brief, veiled reference to potential sexual threat (there is never any sexual violence in my writing) Main Pairings: Ben Solo x OC Pinned Post: Please find all completed chapters of Pursuit here. Author's Note: Lots of lightsaber content and special guests in this chapter! :) Extra Notes: Requests for Character x Reader fics are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first.

Summary: Three years after surviving events on the planet Exegol, Ben Solo is carving out a solitary life for himself in the New Republic against the backdrop of reconstruction. His pursuance of quiet redemption is interrupted when a new threat to the Galaxy emerges from an old and terrifying enemy. With the help of new friends and unlikely allies, Ben must set out into Wild Space to defeat the darkness rising and put his own demons to rest once and for all.

Read: Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6 (18+); Chapter 7

Chapter Eight (Word Count: 3775)

Ada had expected the Star Destroyer to be swarming with Stormtroopers. And it was. But not in the way she'd thought. She and Ben had stepped cautiously out of their dilapidated, stolen TIE fighter with little other option, her with blaster in hand, he with the emitter of his lightsaber in his. But instead of a flurry of hostile activity, they had been met by a wall of still, silent Troopers stretching as far back into the Destroyer's cavernous hanger as they could see. There were hundreds of them.

At the very front of the endless rows of immobile figures in white armour stood a line of ten or so Troopers, clad in uniforms Ada had never seen before. They were bedecked in menacing black armour with red visors and shoulder guards, and bore an insignia unfamiliar to Ada. It was a black circle with a vertical line through it and two horizontal red stripes superimposed on top.

The silence in the hanger was eerie, but it was soon broken by the sound of strident footsteps growing ever closer. Three figures stalked through the motionless sea of Troopers and leading at the front, was the man from all Tallah's nightmares. And Ada's own.

Endo Seris, the Grand Inquisitor. He was even taller than she remembered, black cloak billowing out behind him as he took long, assured strides, covering the significant distance down the huge hanger towards them as if it were a trifling stroll. Walking two paces behind either side of him and swathed in similarly dark robes, were a man and a woman.

The woman was tall with an angular face, her short black hair shaven at the sides of her head, feline features twisted into an apparently permanent expression of barely constrained rage. The other man was short, much shorter than both Seris and the woman, but he was heavy-set, muscular, and broad, almost impossibly so.

All three Inquisitors carried in their gloved hands, a lightsaber emitter with the same strange, circular grip Ada had seen Seris wielding that night back home on Bakura. As they emerged from the mass of sentinel Stormtroopers, each ignited their double-bladed weapon, creating a surreal red glow of advancing, thrumming energy.

Ada, chilled to the bone by the sight, suddenly felt the reassuring warmth that she'd grown to associate with Ben being near. He was standing very close to her, his large, comforting presence towering over her, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him and he met her gaze, a tinge of remorse in his open, beautiful face.

She knew he felt guilty for the situation they found themselves in and she wished she had the time to explain to him that she wouldn't have done anything differently. There were so many things she wanted to say to him.

“Ben,” as all she found she could say, and it came out so quiet it was barely a whisper.

“I know.”

He gave her that crooked smirk she'd grown to love and a wink so subtle that only she was able to see it. As he stepped out towards the waiting Inquisitors, his lightsaber burst into life. He twirled the weapon once, twice in his hand before raising it and widening his stance ready for battle.

The was a tense moment when each warrior remained perfectly immobile, four coiled springs of adrenaline waiting to explode into deadly action.

Seris moved first and Ben to meet him without hesitation. The two tall men collided in a dazzling flash of blue and red, just as Tallah had described to Ada from her dream. The stocky male Inquisitor followed soon after, forcing Ben to break away and give ground to Seris so that he could block the powerful incoming strike.

The woman Inquisitor who had been circling the fight like a predator waiting to pounce finally moved in and when she did so, it was she who worried Ada the most. She was a quick and acrobatic fighter who struck with seemingly unnatural precision. Ben moved up a gear and had to adapt when she entered the fray, at times needing to substitute the powerful, long saber swings natural to his own fighting style for quick, sharp fencing jabs and parries in their place.

Ada had seen Ben in battle before on Jaturra, but this was something entirely different. Facing three opponents with skill that rivalled his own, he fought with an almost unhinged ferocity. The nature of the Inquisitors' double bladed sabers, meant Ben had to parry and block furiously and with astonishing quickness. More than once, Ada saw him forced to leap over a scorching blade. His face was set in a fierce grimace and his wild eyes blazed with an intensity that was frightening.

As she watched, Ada suddenly understood, really understood, that the skirmish on Jaturra had been sport for Ben. This was survival.

Ada had raised her weapon when the Seris had first charged at Ben. Now it seemed impotent and useless in her hand. She had no idea what she planned to do with it. The combatants were moving so fast that, despite her skill, there was nothing she could conceivably do without risk of hitting Ben in the process. Besides, if she started firing off shots, who knew what the battalion of Stormtroopers would do. The cold realisation that she couldn't interfere settled like a stone in the pit of her stomach. She lowered her blaster.

As her mind passed over the multitude of Troopers, Ada realised something else. This was all for show. At any moment, Seris could simply order his Inquisitors to disengage and for the masses to take aim and win the fight that way. And even if Ben did manage to defeat three Inquisitors, what then? Could they take on hundreds of Stormtroopers with a lightsaber and a single blaster with no way off the damn ship? This was a rigged game.

In the midst of parrying an overhead strike from Seris, Ben found himself facing a head-on assault from the heavy-set Inquisitor. Out of options, he stuck out his free hand and Ada staggered slightly as the energy of his Force blast reverberated through the floor. Seris disengaged, losing his footing slightly, and Ada saw the woman Inquisitor stumble out of the corner of her eye, interrupted in her advance.

But it was the assailing stocky Inquisitor who bore the brunt of Ben's power, and he went flying backwards into the air, crashing violently through the stationary Stormtroopers like game pieces on a Dejarik board.

Blinded by rage, the Inquisitor staggered to his feet pushing hapless Troopers off him and out of his way as he barrelled back towards Ben with surprising speed, dual bladed saber lightsaber held aloft.

It was a mistake. His comrades knew it and they intuitively stepped out of the fray to avoid the hulking man's wild charge. As he reached Ben, the taller man sidestepped the uncoordinated assault easily, swooping impossibly low under the Inquisitor's raised arm. In one swift movement Ben reversed the grip on his saber with a swing of the hilt in his hand and plunged it, almost casually, straight through the man's back as he blundered past his target.

Ada watched as the life left the man's eyes, his face, at first etched with an expression of pure shock, slowly relaxing. It was a brutal thing to witness, and even though she knew Ben had no choice, the ease with which he had dispatched the man sent a chill up her spine.

Ben did not do the Inquisitor the discourtesy of dragging the blade back through his lifeless body. Instead he disengaged the blade, then reignited it when it was free of its quarry. The huge man's body dropped heavily to the floor and a blanket of heavy silence descended upon the hanger.

Then, to Ada's amazement, Seris laughed. He actually laughed. An exuberant bark which echoed through the hanger like a crack of thunder. His eyes were alight with what Ada could only recognise as exhilaration. But there was no mirth in the female Inquisitor's face. It was contorted in a mask of raw hatred, eyes flicking wildly between Ben and her fallen comrade.

The two remaining Inquisitors circled Ben. He twirled the hilt of his saber in challenge, and Ada thought she actually saw him snarl like and animal. It was not long before the woman Inquisitor launched herself wildly at him. Fuelled by rage, she unleashed a flurry of swift, unpredictable blows.

Unlike her dead counterpart, the woman's anger made her stronger and quicker and she advanced like a force of nature. Ben moved backwards at speed, fending off her furious attacks while also having to deflect and avoid powerful strikes from Seris. His window of opportunity to land offensive blows seemed to be narrowing. This was unsustainable, even for him.

Suddenly, the woman landed a strike, red blade skimming Ben's flank and leaving a searing slash in his side just above his right hip bone. A cry stuck in his throat as, unbalanced, he grabbed at his wound and lost his footing momentarily. He regained his stance in seconds but it was already too late. The woman's red blade was glowing hot underneath his chin, a satisfied sneer sitting triumphant on her beautiful, terrifying face.

“Yield,” she hissed.

Ben hesitated. Ada studied his face as he assessed the situation. She recognised that look. He was weighing up his options, desperate to avoid the disaster of surrender. But with the heat of the saber at his throat and Seris advancing with his own weapon outstretched, Ben finally relented and deactivated his own lightsaber. The blue blade disappeared with a hiss and the emitter dropped from his hand and onto the polished floor with a clatter that rang through the hanger like a death knell.

The woman kept her saber trained on him as Seris snapped his fingers. A pair of Troopers in the black uniforms, approached either side of Ben, taking an arm each and restraining him roughly. Ada saw him wince and his torso fold slightly as the Trooper on his right jostled his new wound.

Once Ben was secured, the Grand Inquisitor lowered his own weapon and spoke.

“Kylo Ren.” ***************************************************

Ben felt Ada's shock tear through the Force like a bolt of lightning. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her gaze flick uncertainly towards him, her eyes shimmering with hurt and betrayal. His heart plummeted.

“I was there on Exegol, you know,” Seris said, his tone level but with a shard of ice through it, “amid the glory of the Sith Eternal. I saw it happen. I saw you help that girl murder our true Emperor.”

Seris chuckled humourlessly.

“Snoke and Palpatine. It's not often a man gets away with regicide twice in his life, let alone twice in as many years.”

“Traitor,” the female Inquisitor hissed, and she spat towards Ben's feet.

Ben sensed some of Ada's resolve return at Seris' words, but the undercurrent of her confusion and anger simmered a constant oscillation in the Force. It tore at his conscience. Guilt and shame ripped through him, an anguish worse than the pain in his wounded side.

“So this is Vader's heir,” Seris scoffed, eyes scanning Ben up and down as if searching for a glimpse of the mighty Sith warrior.

“The apple appears to have fallen so very far from the tree. Look at you. The very image of defeat.”

“We'll see,” Ben seethed and he heard the ghost of Kylo Ren as he spoke.

The Purge Troopers - for although Ben had only heard of them in stories of the old Inquisitorious Order, he was convinced this was what they were - tightened their grip on him.

Seris only rolled his eyes and the Grand Inquisitor turned his attention to Ada.

“And who is this?”

He opened his hand and Ada's blaster was torn from her. He threw it aside carelessly and then used the Force to drag her towards him across the floor. She stumbled as she fought against the motion, attempting bravely but fruitlessly to resist.

“If you touch her, I'll kill you,” Ben spat, struggling vehemently against the Purge Troopers.

It was Ren's voice, he realised, so strained it was almost a whisper and laced with deadly venom.

Ben didn't care. He meant it. Seris ignored the threat completely.

“Ah!” Seris exclaimed with an odd joviality when Ada was mere inches from his face, hovering and paralysed, held in an invisible energy field.

Recognition dawned in his expression and he chuckled as if at a joke during a dinner party. He turned to the woman Inquisitor almost conversationally.

“This is the woman who shot me in the back on Bakura, Second Sister.”

“Brave little thing, Grand Inquisitor,” Second Sister crooned in a strange, high pitched drawl.

“Indeed,” Seris agreed and trained his dead eyed gaze back to Ada, “Your girl would make a very a good student. Where is she now?”

Ada held her silence and Seris appraised her in a way Ben hated. He could feel the disgust and fear coursing within her, but that ever constant spark of fiery determination he'd come to love about her held steady. She didn't flinch. She kept her chin tilted upwards in defiance, holding Seris's gaze, her green eyes flaring like kyber as if she intended to burn her way through the Inquisitor's dead, grey orbs.

“No matter,” Seris reached out and ran a gloved finger slowly down Ada's cheek, allowing his fingers to tangle in a strand of her red hair, “Maybe later we can get better acquainted and we'll discuss it then, hmm?”

Rage and fear ascending, Ben reached deep into the Force, delving into all the dark places he'd avoided for so long. But Seris must have felt the rising threat because before Ben could act, the Grand Inquisitor nodded curtly towards the Purge Troopers restraining him.

One Trooper unleashed a brutal punch to Ben's wounded side and he dropped to one knee with a grunt, his connection to the Force severing in an instant as agony tore through his body, blossoming outwards from the tender point of impact.

Then, the butt of a blaster whipped across his face. He felt his lip split, his mouth suddenly filled with the warm taste of metal. Before the pain could register, a heavy blow landed to the back of his neck and the world blinked out into darkness.

***********************************************

Two men sat cross-legged on the floor of a bright, liminal space that was seemingly endless. Their forms shimmered with a strange blue light. One was a young man in his early twenties, the other a little older, perhaps nearing forty.

They were examining another man with raven hair who lay in an unconscious heap on the ground before them.

“I think he's taller than you,” quipped the older man conversationally, head cocked to one side.

His voice was refined and confident, full of good humour, and his pronunciation clipped and proper.

“Oh really?” Came the reply, full of convivial mock offence.

“Yes. And the beard is rather fetching too,” the older man twirled his own sandy blonde moustache as he said this, and turned to his young companion with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

“You never could grow a proper one and not for lack of trying as I seem to recall.”

The younger man let out a loud and raucous burst of deep laughter which resonated throughout the barrier-less space.

Then, he was suddenly serious and he looked down at his hands as if searching for the right words to say next. Uncertainty lined his handsome young face, piercing blue eyes betraying a multitude of worries.

“Obi-wan, I don't know what to say to him. I'm not sure I'm the best one to give him this speech. His obsession with Vader...it ruined him. I ruined him.”

“He has come so far on his journey since then, old friend. I can't foresee his turning back now. He's teetering on the edge of losing his way but he just needs a little push back onto the right track. That's all.”

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi turned to face the young man and continued.

“Anakin. He needs hope my old friend. You are the only one who could possibly understand what he has been through.”

Kenobi laid a comforting hand on his old apprentice's shoulder.

“Your grandson needs you.”

**************************************************** “Wake up, Ben,” a deep, youthful voice said, interrupting perhaps the soundest sleep Ben had experienced in years.

“I am up,” he mumbled into the ground, feeling like a teenager again.

When he finally did lift his head and open his eyes, he saw that he was in a boundless white space. It was almost blindingly bright. He realised the pain in his side was gone. Was he dead?

Ben pushed himself up to a sitting position and noticed a tall man pacing casually in front of him, hands clasped behind his back. He was younger than Ben, perhaps in his early twenties. An unruly mop of golden hair framed his handsome face and a faint scar, uncannily familiar to the one Rey had given Ben on Starkiller Base tracked vertically downward over his right eye from his brow to his cheek. The man wore the robes of a Jedi and a lightsaber was clipped to his belt.

“Who are you?”

“You know me,” the man said with a cocky albeit warm smile, coming to a stop directly in front of Ben.

“No,” Ben argued, but he was intrigued.

There was something familiar about him, somewhere in the fringes of Ben's mind.

Ben started to rise but realised he was exhausted. Determining that this man didn't appear to pose any threat, he dropped back down to the ground where he sat, long legs crossed like a child.

The young man observed him sadly and sighed.

“Maybe you just don't recognise me.”

Without warning, a dark shroud descended upon them and the stranger disappeared into the blackness. In his place, another figure emerged, at first almost indistinguishable from the shadows. Then, the huge, hulking spectre was suddenly illuminated in the crimson red glow of a lightsaber.

Its body was entombed in heavy black armour, machinery blinking red and green on its chest, sustaining an artificial life force. The head was encased in a soulless obsidian helm, the mockery of a face. The sound of steady, mechanical breathing that was both relentless and eerie filled the otherwise silent space.

Darth Vader.

Ben's hands scrabbled around his waist in a futile attempt to discover his lightsaber at his belt. It wasn't there. Instead, he scrambled backwards in the dark. It was one of the few times in his life he'd ever felt true, unfettered fear. The physical reaction was overwhelming. Every hair on his body was standing on end as his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Faced with the reality of Vader, Ben suddenly realised how insignificant Kylo Ren's mere dalliance with the Dark Side seemed in comparison to the power, the rage, the torment of this creature. This was a vision of Vader in his prime and he exuded the very essence of Darkness.

“Grandfather.”

As soon Ben spoke the word, the darkness surrounding them dissipated, and the young man whom he now knew must be his mother's father, Anakin Skywalker, returned in a flash of white light.

Skywalker looked weary, as if the the effort of sustaining such a terrible visage had sapped him of his youthful vitality. He sat down opposite Ben and fixed him with a piercing stare.

“Ben,” Skywalker said, his voice thick with emotion, “You managed what I never could. You saved yourself before it was too late.”

“You're wrong,” Ben snapped angrily, “It was already too late. And I didn't save me. Rey did. If she hadn't stopped me, I would've burned my way through this whole Galaxy.”

The words poured from him as if he was expelling his very soul like water from dam.

“You don't know...the things I did to be...” he continued, his hands widened in a searching gesture “...to live up to your legacy, to prove I could be a new Vader.”

“But you've proven something else," Skywalker retorted, "That there is a path back to the Light for those who have fallen into the Darkness. That there is hope, Ben. Real hope. You have a second chance at life. You don't know how close you are to realising it.”

“What do I need to do?” Ben asked, the reluctant vestiges of hope suddenly stirring somewhere deep within him.

“Trust in the Force. Trust in your friends. You do have them.”

Anakin Skywalker stood up and extended a gloved hand. Ben took it and the two men stood facing each other as equals for the first time.

“Huh,” Skywalker mused as he studied his grandson intently, “That's annoying. Obi-Wan was right.”

Ben frowned in confusion and then realised Skywalker was talking about his namesake. Ben Kenobi, the man his parents had named him in honour of.

“What about?”

“You are taller than me.”

Anakin Skywalker grinned widely and, taking his grandson's face in his hands, rested his forehead against Ben's own.

“Now. Wake. The. Kriff. Up.”

************************************************* Ben came to with a sharp gasp and immediately wished that he'd stayed out cold.

The pain in his wounded side was excruciating, exacerbated by the fact that his arms were stretched above his head, a hand bound to either corner of a metal pole that was suspended from the ceiling. His feet just barely grazed the black polished floor.

Ben risked a glance down at his injury. He'd been stripped to the waist and could see that the lightsaber, as expected, had cauterized the wound on impact. It looked like someone had clumsily sealed it with bacta spray anyway.

He was standing on a raised, stepped platform in the middle of a dark, circular room. A handful of silent Stormtroopers stood sentinel around him. There was no sign of the Purge Troopers, nor Seris or the Second Sister.

Ada. He closed his eyes and tried to reach through the Force to find her. She seemed close. A cellblock nearby maybe? Wherever she was, he'd failed her miserably. He allowed the outline of her emotions wash over him. She was frightened, angry, confused, but most of all, she was determined to get out of this place. Ben allowed himself to breath a small sigh of relief - she was unharmed.

Then, he did the only thing he could do. He waited.

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saturnsorbits · 2 years

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HDKSJDBDB SATURN PLEASE hdjdbdbdb I love how you’re like “You can characterize Bakugo into any situation omg!”

And I’m just like… “No..no Saturn that’s the mental illness that comes with being obsessed with a 2d character. HELP” djndjdjjdjdb

No but ok I would absolutely love love LOVE to hear more about what you’re thinking about this quirk and the angst potential because I LOVE it. I just LOVE the idea of pulling people toward you and having others flock to you but still feeling utterly alone. Like that juxtaposition has always been so fascinating to me.

AND THEN I wanna know about how that will play into the relationship with Denki because I don’t know him well but I’ve always had a feeling that Denki has like some sort of abandonment issues? Which is why he’s seen as a bit clingy with his friends? And so like… how would a deeply clingy man with some abandonment issues react to someone who’s quirk is literally to pull people closer to them both emotionally and physically? Especially someone who questions all of those people that are so close to them because of their quirk yannow? Like there’s so much room for growth and to discover a bunch about each other and yourselves and just hdkdbdbd it would be such a good like coming of age fic? Idk man I’m rambling obviously but yes I love this and I love YOU 💖

You're selling yourself short! No amount of raw obsession can replace true understanding and you can tell how much you really understand Bakugo every single time you talk about him. You 'get him' and it comes so easy to you - I just - It's an enviable talent, for sure! (Pretty sure that's why Bakugo loves you so much, I can see the silent unspoken understanding you have for him making him feel insanely seen and loved. You make him feel like he’s worth it - getting to know him; loving him). 💕

I think what draws me in to the idea is not only the feeling alone in a crowd sensation that you've already mentioned, but the idea of true connections and genuineness. It can be difficult to find that sensation of 'kinship' for everyone, but with the added issues created with a quirk like 'Orbit' it creates a whole host of new, more awkward questions to contend with. In a way, it provides a sense of mundane celebrity status, but also refuses to afford any form of refuge because as the only person with said quirk - the user is totally alone.

It also could have a lot of morally grey avenues too when jealousy and possessiveness are explored!

As for Denki, there's certainly a whole host of insecurities at play. I think he certainly suffers with his self-worth and the feeling of falling behind/not fitting in and being an annoyance. Part of me thinks he’s definitely one of those people who is constantly worried about accidently pushing people away just by being who he is? If that makes sense. So, at first I think he finds it comforting. The idea of someone being literally magnetic is appealing because if everyone is drawn to that person, he's not weird for being clingy, right? That's just a thing that happens and that offers him some security. The problem comes with him realising that it isn't a two way street. The magnetism only works for the people on the outside, not the person with the quirk itself and so now, he has all the same issues he had before to contend with - plus, the added issue of the quirk itself.

I agree though, there's so much room for growth there with him having to dig deep and put aside both his issues and the quirk to figure out how he really feels. As well as learning the hard lesson that he is loveable and worthy and has value, regardless of anything else! Then, on top of it all, he has to wait for the other person to get their shit together too. It's totally 'coming of age'-ish! The self discovery alone would be brilliant character exploration...

#Saturnspeaks #Oh oh oh... But what if maybe Denki's decided that he needs to see how the quirk would effect him directly…#So he asks for it to be focused on him only for... Nothing to happen? Like he's unaffected.#👀👀👀#But; you’re always welcome to ramble over here. It’s always a good day when you’re about! 🥰#Tbh; half of my reply was complete waffle too...#But thank you for giving me the opportunity to chitter about this and my boy <3

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fire emblem update part three!! i played a BUNCH yesterday and am probably going to finish my first playthrough tonight!! update on character opinions - while my overall ranking of the eagles hasn't changed, i will say that both linhardt and ferdinand have gotten sooo much more special to me post timeskip. similar thing happened with hubert actually, where i like him even more but he's staying in the same spot on my rankings.

DOROTHEA IS MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL POSTSKIP like. ending the war For Her <333 she and bernie and caspar are still my besties in the whole world. this getting redundant but. i am LOVING bernie postskip. caspar too! i got all of his supports with petra since my last ask and im rotating them in my head they are so interesting to me. actually i had really not gotten too many supports between characters by my last ask and i've been trying to get the ones im most interested in currently and like. i am rotating these guys and their dynamics in my head they are sooo interesting to me. sooo mad bernie and petra don't have an a support </3 i want more of them.

im trying my best to avoid killing any of the former allies. so far i've avoided killing ignatz, let seteth and flayn run away, recruited lysithea, avoided killing hilda, and spared claude. had to kill leonie bc she would not stop killing caspar and bernie no matter what i did. and i killed alois.

little bit sad that i'm missing out on the potential angst this playthrough of having like... only one blue lion kill the rest but. there's always another playthrough! i'm def gonna play all the routes (although honestly i'm gonna have a tough time on the church path.... idk it's one thing to fight edie without being closer to her but it's gonna feel sooo bad to like. directly betray her) but i'm probably gonna replay CF being a little more careful with who i recruit from a story standpoint.

semi related but MAN im LOVING the edelgrid posting im thinking about them soooo hard rn. anyway. on to finish the playthrough! already plotting my next playthrough which is gonna be VW. sort of considering who i want to recruit for that one bc so many of my favorites are in the black eagles so for maximum angst potential i should recruit one or maybe two. but who to pick.... or maybe im lying bc maximum angst would just be killing them all. and then at the same time. what if i just decided to save as many people as possible. what then. minimum angst.

anyway! im going to be thinking about these characters forever now. this game is basically the perfect storm in terms of media that's gonna have me thinking about it for a while (big cast with interesting concepts that could definitely be dug into way deeper, and tons of possible dynamics to think about) so. thank you for your posting about it because i found myself suddenly with an abundance of unscheduled free time and i am. definitely enjoying it now! also side note but i lovee how so many of these characters come with adorable nicknames. i love calling them like. bernie and hubie and edie like yessss those are my besties <333333

YIOPPEEEEE OHHH GOOD FOR YOU GOOD FOR YOU... IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT YOURE CLOSE TO FINISHING YOUR FIRST FIRE EMBLEM PLAYTHROUGH EVER HEHE and maybe even by now you may have finished it? but regardless, super happy for you my friend<3 AND RIIIGHT,.. THEY JUST GROW ON YOU POST TIMESKIP... sooo glad the same happened w/ ferdie and hubie for you! next time you check in you def have to submit or create your Official black eagles ranking! id love to see!!!

DOROTHEA IS SOOOOOO GOOD AND FULLL OF ANGST POST TIMESKIP AAAGH YEAH. THATS WHY SHES SO SPECIAL 2 ME.... THE ARC W/ HER DEPRESSION IS JUST.... GOSH. so gladyou're ending the war for her aand only her<333 i support that sentiment 10000% i still have to go through the black eagles supports w/ each other (i enjoy getting them myself... hence why i dont just watch them on youtube or smth. plus i havent played through crimson flower in a looong while) but im SOOO happy youve been enjoying tjhe characters and the dynamics between each of them! fire emblem is especiallly good w/ writing stuff like that. and they def did not fall short in this ggame! so i unfortunately cant comment too much on individual stuff but im glad you like the supports<3 ALL OFD THE CHARACTERS DESERVE A SUPPORTS TBH!!!!!! luckily im pretty sure there are more supports in three hopes so if youre interested for more content you can always loook them up on youtube :o

understand why youd try your best to avoid killing former classmates,def makes it a bit more difficult but ): it's super fucked up, especially in the perspective of the characters. the angst potential is sooo good but sometimes i am Weak of Heart. so im glad to hear that you were able to spare / recruit most of them! rip to leonie and alois though. i defunderstand alois bc wasnt he abt to do some shit during the battle for the monastery? makes sense why youd need / want to get rid of him asap

FDJGDFBG GLAD THAT YOURE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE POTENTIAL ANGST????? did you only recruit sylvain and ingrid this route? or were you able to recruit felix as well? sorry i remember you saying you liked felix but i cant remember if you recruited him or not! but yeah im sure the crimson flower!blue lions is esp....... hard for them. considering that 3 of them were close friends w/ dimitri as children. but thats whats so GOOD about it..... there's so much angst in that alone. ouugh what are your plans for a future crimson flower route regarding the blue lions :o? BUT YEAH. SILVER SNOW (THE CHURCH ROUTE) IS GONNA BE ROUGH LMAO I DONT WANNA GO AGAINST / BETRAY EDIE LET ALONE THE REST OF THE BLACK EAGLES.... its gonna be tough but we'll make it through </3 that is why i am putting it off for as longas possible👍

HEHEH SO GLAD YOUVE ENJOYED ME GOING BATSHIT OVER EDELGARD / INGRID. SOMETHING SPOKE TO ME AND THEY JSUT..... GOD. YEAH. HAPPY YOU UNDERSTAND. fdjndfg i totally understand that want to like. get as painful as possible but for me personally. whille i HATE separating the black eagles from edie. i just cant be without them and kill them in battle i jusr CANT .... so props to you for wanting to do that! i will sauy though theres alreyad enough angst surrounding edie and hubie if you choose to save everyone else in the BE.... it just. it fucked me up, so have fun in VW<3 good luck w./ the rest of crimson flower if you stilll havent finished and verdant wind when you get to it :D!!!!

<3333 SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT MY SILLY POSTING AND MUSINGS GOT YOU TO PLAY AND THEREFORE ENJOY THE GAME!!!!!! MY WORK HERE IS CERTAINLY DONE... also happy that this new piece of media gave you more shit to think about<3 theres def a bunch to think about in terms of three houses man...... AND RIIIGHT THE NICKNAMES ARS SOC UTE..... ADN THEF ACT MOST OF THEM CAME FROM DOROTHEA ALONE MAKES ME SO ........ GOD . GIOD.

#mine #text #asks #anon #my thoughts #my FE tag #FE #FE3H

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 3 years

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Digital Heart

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst Warnings: Falling, fighting, minor injuries, nausea, breathlessness

In which Genshin is an interactive RPG accessed through an immersive headset, and you find yourself pushed to play it by your friends.

~ * ~

It started with a game.

For thirty days and thirty nights, your friends have been pleading for you to play it. Genshin Impact it was called, an free immersive open-world RPG with hundreds of weapons, characters, and power ups. Accessible through a specialized headset that tracked movement, it had only been a month since the freely downloadable game’s release and it was already a success, garnering praise from the customizable main character and the interactive playstyle. Play it. Your friends beg. You’ll love it. We can play together.

You refuse at first. The game might be free, but the headset isn’t, and you need to save that money to pay for food and clothes. Alongside your financial state was your schedule, a long list of work and chores that left little time to play games with constant updates like Genshin, so you told your friends- politely, as that’s how you were raised- that it’d have to wait. They agreed, quietly.

Then the next day, they ask again. You make an excuse- too much work. They agree, again.

The second day, asking. You’re too tired, you say. Of course, they respond.

Everyday, the same question. The same request, the same demand. It wears on you, amused exasperation drawing a sigh from you everytime you open your notifications.

Play it.

You can’t.

Play it.

You don’t have time.

Play it.

You need to focus!

Play it.

…

…Alright.

Finally, you cave. You create an account, a headset en route to your house. You clear an area in your house so you don’t accidentally hit anything. The headset arrives, and you insert the batteries, said to last up to an entire day playing nonstop, a stage you dearly hope you never reach. You pull it down over your head, cringing at the thought of your hair getting so mussed, and switch it on. A long and potentially worrying warning flashes before your eyes and you blink, not used to the in-depth cameras yet, as the screen goes white.

Welcome to Genshin Impact! Please name your character… appears, and you subsequently slip down the rabbit hole.

It’s fun, you find. Your friends were right, you did like Genshin Impact, although you thank your lucky stars that you weren’t as attached as some players were, as you still had work and life to attend to. The combat and story were enjoyable, and the characters were funny and diverse in personality and playstyles. The main character, who was also your customizable avatar, was quite literally you, the story explained, a traveler from distant lands who fell face first into Teyvat by mistake and tragedy. Of course you still haven’t gotten entirely used to the whole immersion thing, and sometimes shuddered under the eerily real programming of the NPCs and characters, but that was nigh unnoticeable when focusing on fighting monsters. Your deep love for exploration and discovery surfaces, and you take as long as you want exploring every inch of the wonderfully modelled map as you follow the main story, or “Archon Quests”. You calm the great dragon Dvalin and bid your friends at Mondstadt- Kaeya, Amber, Lisa, Diluc, Jean, and Venti- goodbye, Liyue sprawling out before you in wooded forests and cloud-covered mountains. A mysterious man runs across you at the Inn, the immortal Adeptus Xiao, although you would’ve thought he was quite young due to his short stature, and you encounter Zhongli in the Harbor, along with Lady Ningguang and her subordinates, Keqing and Ganyu. A member of the malicious-seeming Fatui also greets you and introduces himself as Childe, a name you don’t trust for a second, yet find yourself getting strangely attached too. The story progresses with you at Zhongli and Ningguang’s sides, the suspicion being pointed more and more to the Fatui, and you find yourself staring up at the elegant pillars of the Golden House, the mora mint building.

You gulp. You know this is where Childe’s boss battle takes place, and you’re not sure if your team is prepared, even if you stocked up on food right before leaving the Harbor. Inhaling a deep breath, you shove the enormous front doors open, and a cutscene pulls your fear tight against your throat. Everyone’s suspicions were right- he was here to steal the Geo Archon’s gnosis, and you have to stop him.

Easier said than done. The cutscene of your face shows a determined, fierce expression, instead of the nervous one you had in real life, and you almost laugh. You dearly hope your characters are strong enough, and step into the arena.

Phases One and Two are relatively short, as you quickly learn to avoid using Childe’s respective elements of his Vision and Delusion while his shield is up. The battle is fun and fast-paced, and you feel a thrill in your bones as you dodge another attack before swinging your sword in retaliation. Childe stumbles, and Phase Two ends with a cutscene. The corpse of Rex Lapis, something you considered a bit gruesome, is discovered to have no gnosis, and you can feel the raw anger in the Harbinger’s voice as the air crackles and hisses. A horrible, blinding light shines, and Childe is gone.

At least, human Childe is gone. In his place floats a monstrous version of himself, nearly 14 feet tall and complete with horns and armor, and your mouth drops open slightly as you gaze at him wide eyed. But your focus is violently shifted when the floor cracks and turns to dust, sending you tumbling down into the belly of the Golden House. You land with an unceremonial thump, thankful that the creators hadn’t been cruel enough to make you feel the damage you took in-game.

And Phase Three, the final phase of Harbinger Tartaglia, commences.

He has considerably more health, and his attacks can range from irritating to deadly, you just barely dodging the falling Hydro arrows that would’ve slaughtered your current character. Of course, it doesn’t help that you’re sneaking glances at your attacker every few minutes. Your mind wanders to the lore as you shield yourself from violet lightning. Does this transformation hurt? Where does it come from? Why does it look like a moth? Maybe one day you’ll get answers.

Despite the raised difficulty, Phase Three also ends rather quickly. Your characters, it seems, were overleveled. The remainder of the Archon Quest passes, Childe reappearing once at the end, and it’s over. The screen blips off as you log out and place the headset on a table before laying on your bed and using the last few hours before bed to contemplate what you’ve just seen.

The next days quickly fall into routine. After completing all your work, you’d take an hour or two to play Genshin, leveling up your characters even more and going through various quests, Childe’s included. You see his transformation, dubbed the Foul Legacy form, again, and almost swoon before stopping and giving yourself a harsh scolding. You fulfill requests and tasks for various people around Teyvat, or at least the parts of Teyvat you can access, and improve your skills and stats. You have a talent for dodging, you find, and use it to your advantage while fighting.

And every Monday, when the clock resets, you re-enter Golden House to battle with Childe and claim your just rewards.

Of course you could do it everyday, but a squirming, guilty feeling in your gut stops you, making you feel like you’re hurting him, no matter how many times you try to tell yourself that he’s simply a video game character, a program in an electronic system.

This thought makes you a bit sad, you think.

The fights are getting easier, something you credit to your rising stars of characters, and you stand before the Ley Line Blossom quicker and quicker each time, something you expect to be no different today.

Phases One and Two are just the same as you take advantage of Vaporize and Overload, drowning out Childe’s pre-programmed sounds of pain with your own abilities. The battle pauses, and you’re transported to the same chamber underground, with its fiery walls and glittering arches, as the fight resumes. With the same attacks and characters, it’s becoming a tad dull, and you frown, wondering if you should try to get another character soon.

You’re lost in your thoughts when you slip and fall.

This you feel in the real world, having landed hard on your back and knocked the air out of your lungs. For a few moments you struggle to breathe, and Childe takes the opportunity to appear right over you, his spear flashing purple. You swear internally, bracing yourself as he readies his weapon.

But the strike never comes. You inhale desperately, oxygen finally flowing into your chest, and open your eyes. The graphics of your game are gray and fuzzy around the edges, framing Childe as he slowly puts his spear down and, to your amazement and slight terror, jerkily reaches towards you. Voice clips play overhead, pieced together to make not words, but a static-interspersed whining sound, much like a concerned beast. Your eyes widen, and Childe stops, withdrawing slightly almost as if he’s worried that you’re afraid, and you whisper his name once, as a tentative question.

Then with crackle and a ping, your game crashes and everything goes black.

You gasp and rip off the headset, chest heaving as you struggle to comprehend what just happened. You’re shaking, nervous and fearful, but curiosity runs strong through your veins. Your finger slides towards the On button, and you press it and slip the device back on.

You’re standing outside, the doors of the Golden House closed as if the battle never happened. The guards surrounding it look ordinary, occasionally repeating phrases you’ve heard and ignored countless times. Glancing around and trying to squash the nauseous bubbling feeling in your gut, you push the doors open again.

It’s different this time. Instead of being in the upper room, you fall a short distance into the Third Phase Chamber, your shoes clicking on the tiled floor. Childe floats in the center, his back to you, and you take a tentative step forward. He turns and looks you dead in the eyes, before flinging his spear to the side and rushing towards you on his feet, kneeling to your height. Instinctively, you jump away as he sits on the ground before you, letting out joyful chirps and trills, sounds you didn’t even know he could make. You approach him, sword held loosely in your hand as an extra precaution, and he tilts his head and coos as you cautiously sit with him. Your hands are trembling as you try to understand that this is real, he is real, all of this is happening.

And if it’s not, then it’s some damn good programming.

Questions start to fill your mind, one after another, and you ask him, responses coming as a nod or a headshake.

Is this real?

Yes.

Or programming?

No.

Could you always do this?

No.

Just today?

No.

Over a period of time. Yes.

How…?

The final question hangs in the air, and he shrugs slightly, then points at you. You did this. You woke him up, made him feel pain, sorrow, and happiness, all stemming from you, his love for you. From the minute the Archon Quests let you meet, he was vaguely curious, the most emotion he’s ever felt in his cold, empty programming since before. And when the code broke, he adored you, not like Childe viciously adored battle, but a soft adoration, one with all his digital heart could muster. You smile, and he purrs at what a wonderful smile it is.

Something flickers in the corner of your eye. Then another. And another. You turn and squint, then gasp as your surroundings begin to dissolve into colorful squares, the game taunting you as it glitches and lags. You and Childe leap to your feet, only to watch helplessly as the world crumbles away. You look down at your hands and see them beginning to break apart into pixels. Childe reaches out to hug you, to hold you close, but his hand passes right through you, a sickening reminder of how unreal he is. He wails in anguish as you both try to grasp each other, only to shatter more, the pixels covering your screen like rain on a windowpane.

Your game crashes for a second time, the only sound a desperate whimper that soon fades into an electronic squealing.

It takes a week to fix your device, the tech people saying that it was “overloaded”. Finally the repairs are finished, and you’re back at the Golden House, the doors already ajar. You slip into the room, expecting either a battle or, hopefully, someone to greet you.

But the room is empty. No one, human nor monster, stands in the center. Instead there is one lonely Ley Line Blossom, waiting, the final gift from an impossible love.

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As Sweet As Honey, As Tempting As Death

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Fem!Reader

Words: 18524 (holy fuck this really got out of hand)

Warning: Angst to Smut to Angst to Sort of Fluff. Biblical verses that may or may not be used in a blasphemous context. Incorrect use of a rosary. Dub/Non-con elements due to sex pollen so proceed with caution but just know that both characters have been pining after each other and that the issue is resolved in the end. Some form of voyeurism. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex. Dirty/Sweet Talk. Spanking. Hair-Pulling. Oral (female and male receiving). Creampie. Slight Choking Kink. Fluid Exchange Kink because Tovar is filthy. Overstimulation. Squirting.

Summary: During the two years with William’s company, Tovar has been nothing but hostile towards you, constantly remarking about your religious lifestyle and how ‘unskilled’ you are during battle. But when you get hurt trying to save him, Tovar reevaluates his antagonistic behavior towards you and shows you some kindness. Thoughts of him apologizing are set aside, however, when he finally accepts that he will never have a chance with you upon hearing your prayers. Things take a turn for the worse when he realizes that the knife you were stabbed with was laced with an aphrodisiac and that there is a chance you might die if it isn’t worked out of your system properly. Does he ignore your cries for him and potentially leave you to your death or does he aid you and live with the knowledge that you will hate him forever once you come to your senses?

A/N: This is born out of some sick part of me that finds it really hot and intense when one character is sexually frustrated and horny but is bound by their religious beliefs. I would say I don’t know what about this really specific “trope” that gets me going but I would be lying. I’m straight up projecting my own thoughts on this fic and I do apologize if this offends anyone’s beliefs. Hell, it offends my own beliefs but- like, there is no going back. Please let me know how I am doing in the comments. Thank you and enjoy. This is not beta’d and I apologize for any mistakes you find. I just really wanted to post this fic so I’ll go back in later to correct them.

With each passing day, the roughness became a little hurtful, a little more unbearable. But with each insult and passing grumble, you had to remind yourself that life wasn’t fair to everyone, and certainly not to him. It has been almost two years since you’ve joined William’s company and you would have brought it up to him had you been assured that a certain Spaniard wouldn’t bite your head off at the sentimentality. A deep sigh escaped your lips before you could control it and you shut your eyes in an attempt to drown out the deep, sarcastic chuckle emanating from the man behind you.

“Already tired princesa? Should we stop for the night to allow your highness to rest?” Tovar murmured something beneath his breath and you were sure he was only continuing with his insults in his mother tongue so William wouldn’t warn him again. You, on the other hand, had to bite your lip to refrain from pouting at the snarky comment. The last thing you wished was for Tovar to see your hurt. Not that he would care.

You kicked your horse to slow down and turned the other way just as Tovar passed you, ignoring the way he looked at you as you fell in step with another mercenary, one who’s only been with your group for a month. You smiled at him and nodded when he asked you how you were doing, politely excusing yourself as you looked down at the small book falling apart at your touch. Your eyes scanned the small pages of the Bible, and you prayed for guidance when you sensed a pair of angry eyes throwing imaginary daggers at you from ahead.

As the sun set deeper into the sky, you helped William set up camp and ignored the teasing remarks Tovar continued to throw your way. The Irishman noticed how hard you were trying to ignore his old friend while also working on the tent and he instantly came to your aid and whispered a joke to you, not shying away from looking at his friend when your laughter rang through the forest. William watched as Tovar narrowed his eyes at him before cursing the two of you as he left to keep watch for the night. When everything was as it should be, you walked around with water and ensured that everyone was hydrated. You were standing with the newest member of the company, Thomas, asking him if he needed anything before you turned in for the night. He shook his head but held onto the wineskin, reluctantly turning towards Tovar before meeting your eyes.

“Would you prefer it if I bring it to him?”

“Thank you Thomas but that won’t be necessary. I’ll take it to him.” You held out your hand and waited patiently for the young man to give it to you, smiling at him and moving to walk past him when he held out his hand and grabbed your arm.

“Why do you not meet him with similar hostility?” You hadn’t expected for him to ask you such a question, and you know very well that Tovar could most certainly hear you when a few leaves broke underneath his feet as he tried to subtly move closer.

“For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.” You tilted your head to the side and smiled at Thomas before patting his shoulder. “Good night Thomas. Make sure you get enough rest.” You didn’t wait for an answer, turning away and heading towards the tree bark where Tovar was standing. You prayed that he would accept the drink and not create any problems but as soon as you looked up and saw the way he was looking down at you, you knew it wouldn’t be so simple. It never was with him.

“Good evening Tovar, would you like some w-” You aren’t able to finish your question because Tovar instantly cut you off with a growled order, spitting down to prevent you from coming closer to him.

“¡Váyase!” It’s not the first time Tovar yells at you to leave him alone, and you’re sure it won’t be the last, but you swallow whatever you wish to tell him as you nod and leave the wineskin at the roots of the tree. You step away from him without once meeting his eyes and Tovar is sure you won’t say anything else so he looks down at the water you left him only to find you turning around and meeting his gaze head-on.

“Buenas noches.” You offer a smile that Tovar knows is forced and conveys no warmth or affection and he clenches his jaw when he sees you return to sit next to William near the fire. He watches the two of you interact for another moment before he turns around and stabs the tree with his knife.

“Mierda.”

Your eyes seek Tovar a few more times throughout the night before you move to your tent, and you ignore William’s teasing remarks when he catches you looking longingly at the grumpy Spaniard just before entering into your shelter.

“It is a bit ironic isn’t it?” William asks as he moves towards his own tent and he offers a supportive smile when you shrug and look at your feet shyly.

“Things would be a lot easier if we had control over whom our hearts choose.” You nod at him before bidding him a good night and moving into the safety of your tent. You take a few deep breaths and remove your weapons from your person, setting them down beneath your blankets as you bring your Bible out of your pocket once more to recite your nightly prayers.

You were never one to question God’s decisions but if there ever came a time when you would, it would be now. You wanted nothing more than to know why Tovar couldn’t stand the sight of you. William assured you early on that it took a while for Tovar to warm up to new mercenaries they met along the road but it was completely different with you. What started out as whispered remarks about your abilities became loud and shameless insults about, not only your lack of skills, but your way of life as well. You weren’t sure if it was you that he hated or your religion, and it didn’t come to matter anyway because in the end, he would need to deal with his maker, not with you.

But as much as you prayed for guidance and begged for patience, it seemed that the Almighty was electing to leave you on your own when it came to dealing with the man that was Pero Tovar. And no matter how hard you asked for Him to allow your heart to close towards the Spaniard, your prayers were never answered. Instead, you were left with a gaping hole in your heart that you came to realize would only be filled if the man who hated you with every ounce of his being learned to love you. It was a humorous thought and you shook your head at the wishful thinking before turning off the candle you always kept with you.

A few hours later, you wake up heaving and sweating, hands instantly grabbing for the sword beneath the pillow when you hear someone call for you from outside the tent. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, it takes you a few moments to recognize who was standing not five feet away from you.

“It’s your watch princesa...unless you want Th-”

“I’ll- I’ll be out in a minute.” You cut him off and flinch when you hear how hoarse and broken your voice sounds. It takes Tovar a few seconds to respond and you manage to hear a quick ‘bueno’ before he’s moving away. Moving around the tent, you quickly find your coat and put it on, grabbing your weapons and the small book near your pillow before moving out of the tent. You spot Tovar sitting near the fire but elect to say nothing, walking towards one of the water basins and throwing some across your face to freshen up before moving past him to where you would keep watch. Tovar bit harshly into the bread and couldn’t hold back from following your every move, his eyes sweeping over your form and landing on your backside. He barely managed to keep his moan quiet, his mind running away with thoughts of taking you over and over again until you only remembered his name. Until you couldn’t walk without feeling him on every inch of your skin.

He shuts his eyes and tries to remember how you sounded not ten minutes ago when he came to wake you. He could vaguely hear you whimpering inside your tent and almost came in to make sure you weren’t in danger. But he wouldn’t, couldn’t even if he tried. He had no right to do so. And then you spoke so heavily and he almost lost his bearings because he now knew what you sounded like just as you woke up. And he was certain your little sighs and moans would haunt his dreams in the coming nights.

As if you hadn’t plagued his mind enough for the past two years.

The moon was still illuminating the night sky when Tovar woke up from his slumber and he walked away from the company to try and have some privacy, afraid he would give away his heart’s desires should he remain near the fire and continue to look at you. His ears pick up a faint sound coming from the edge of the trees and he takes his sword out as he approaches the voice, only to find you kneeling down on the floor with your own weapons attached to your back. For a moment, Tovar couldn’t breathe, his eyes taking in your beauty as your eyes remained shut and your lips moved softly. It took him a few more moments to notice the tears rolling down your cheeks and his frown grew when he realized that someone must have said something to you. He sheathed his sword away and was about to announce his presence when he finally heard what it was you were saying. One look at the book in between your knees and his anger came back a hundred fold. Of course you were praying. Tovar shook his head and was about to leave when he registered the words falling from your lips.

“I am weary with my groaning, all night I make my bed swim.” Tovar hisses beneath his breath as his mind conjures up images of your hands twisting your nipples and fingering your tight cunt while he watches you bring yourself to pleasure and drench the covers with your juices. He swallows the lump in his throat when you continue to pray and call for your God.

“I drench my couch with my tears, my eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my enemies.” You’re sniffing through broken words and Tovar hates himself for growing hard at the sight of you. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking of you in such a way, especially during this intimate moment. Lord knows the blasphemous thoughts he has are enough to bring him to the depths of hell, but here he was, cupping himself through his breeches as you prayed your psalms and asked for guidance. There was no forgiveness for him, not now, not ever.

“I will lift up my eyes to the hills, from whence comes my help? My- my help comes from the L-Lord, who made heaven and- and, oh god, and earth. Please God, I beg for your forgiveness. The Lord is your keeper...the- the Lord is your shade at your right hand...the sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon- nor the moon by night. Christ, have mercy on me please. I do not mean to have such vile, unholy thoughts...it is not my- intention to...to act upon my dreams. Please, God...preserve my soul.” Tovar’s ears perk up at the sudden shift in your prayers and he maneuvers himself around with stealth to take a better look at you.

And the twisted, sick part of him swears in gratitude for catching you at such an hour because he’s never seen a more beautiful sight than you in this moment, on your knees, hands clasping at your chest, eyes filled with unshed tears, and breasts heaving with neediness.

You were magnificent.

“Lord, I know you can hear me. Please, answer my prayers. I know...for the desires of the flesh are against the Spirit, and the desires of the Spirit are against the flesh, for these are opposed to each other, to keep me from doing the things I want to do. Forgive me Lord for I have sinned. I have allowed Satan to make a home in my heart, I- I cannot...I am unable to fight him without your help. For-forgive me...forgive me.” Tovar’s eyes widened in surprise when he heard you, his heart threatening to escape his chest when your words finally sank into his mind. There was no mistaking the implications behind your words. You were having unholy thoughts of a man, and you were asking your God to forgive you for wanting someone. For wanting to be intimate with someone.

But then Tovar recalled your interactions with Thomas and William, and his heart grew heavy with anger because it wasn’t him you were thinking of. It couldn’t have been him. He’d managed to drive you away, and now you were thinking of someone else worshiping you, kissing you, touching you, perhaps even laying with you and coaxing the sweetest of sounds from your lips.

“My spirit...do you not know that you are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you? If anyone defiles the temple of God, God will destroy him. For the temple of God is holy, which temple you are.” With those words, Tovar leaves you and returns to the camp, unable to listen to any more of your confessions, especially when he knew they were aimed towards someone else. He recalled what you said last and swore to himself, because he would never...could never tempt you to break your own religion, your sanctity. There were countless times where he wished he could reveal to you his feelings but tonight’s prayers reminded him why he will never have you the way he wished. It was not out of fear of, what was it, God’s destruction, but out of care for your own being, your soul. He cared for you too much.

It’s hours later when the company is moving closer to the city and you focus on the road ahead of you to try and ignore the way your heart skips a beat when you hear Tovar’s soft chuckle at one of William’s stuipd jokes. It was amazing how only the Irishman managed to make him laugh and you wished you could hear it more often but it was not possible and certainly not beneficial to you. You were snapped out of your thoughts when William called for you and asked you to slow down.

“You are sure he is in the next town over?” William inquired after the bounty you were currently looking for, a man who stole one of the local lord’s shipments that arrived from the Near East and was now recruiting more thieves to keep him safe. You took out the note which your contact sent you and showed it to William, about to suggest how you should carry out this bounty when Tovar snatched the paper from your friend’s hands to read it over before throwing it haphazardly his way.

“I would love to know how you came about this information princesa? What did you give your little amigo? Gold, or perhaps it was that honey you searched for everywhere, sí? Or maybe, just maybe...it was something far sweeter than honey.” Tovar knew he shouldn’t be taunting you any further, and certainly not with implications about your sanctity. Thankfully, William snatched the wineskin from your horse and smacked Tovar in his face, growling at him something in Spanish that caused Tovar to look to the side and frown at the floor.

“I do apologize Y/N. You were saying?”

“I- umm, there was a...my God, I am sorry. The only thing I wished to suggest was to perhaps catch them outside of town so we wouldn’t cause any serious damage to anyone’s home or business. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” And with that, you squeezed the sides of your horse so he could gallop ahead and once you thought you were far enough, you took out your prayers and flipped through the pages.

Tovar grudgingly followed you to try and apologize for his hurtful comments when he saw you praying again.

“Lord, how they have increased who trouble me! Many are they who rise up against me. Many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him in God.” But You, O Lord, are a shield for me, my glory and the One who lifts up my head. I cried to the Lord with my voice, and He heard me from His holy hill...I- I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me all around. Save me, O my God.” You turn your head around when you feel a pair of eyes watching you, shaking your head when you find Tovar and William making plans while the rest of the company follow behind. No, he didn’t care.

“Why have you not apologized to her?”

“She was praying amigo, I- I cannot distract her when she...when she is having her moment with her God.” Tovar murmures and ignores the sarcastic laugh that erupts from his friend’s mouth.

“You truly are a piece of shit work Tovar. If you care for her this much, why not tell her? Or better yet, stop acting like an imbecile and treat her with kindness. Lord knows she’s too nice with you.”

“Mind your business, sí? You know nothing of what you speak.” Tovar warns his friend with a glare before he kicks his horse and races forward past you and the other men, not caring of how he’d managed to give himself away to William. You look up from your book just in time to see him swiftly moving past you and you’re worried for a moment, turning around to gauge William’s reaction, only to find him avoiding your gaze and pretending to focus on the trail ahead.

The company reaches the edge of town long before noon and you listen to William as he lets everyone know of the plan. When everyone is sure of their position and part, you go with William and Tovar to the innkeeper and inquire after men that could offer their aid to you since you are to travel throughout the night by yourself and have heard of stories of bandits around these parts. As you wait around for an hour or so, Tovar can’t help but glance at you nervously, a part of him trying to come up with something to tell you that wasn’t filled with venom. You catch his eyes a few times and he turns away when you smile awkwardly at him, ignoring the way William rolls his eyes and nudges him.

“I do not think they will come.” Tovar comments to himself and you are about to reassure him when you spot the man in question heading your way along with what you assumed were his new recruits.

“Greetings friends, and what a beautiful afternoon to you, my lady.” The man doesn’t give you a chance to step away from him, leaning down and taking hold of your hand before bringing it to his lips. You force a smile and nod towards him, completely missing the way Tovar was mentally killing the disgusting thief with a thousand daggers.

“We understand you require assistance traveling through here?” The man speaks, his eyes occasionally turning towards you and shamelessly dragging over your figure. You pretend to not notice his actions and clutch the weapon around your back more tightly.

“We do indeed. And we are willing to pay handsomely. The only problem is, we must leave now if we are to catch our employer before he leaves for his travels.” William speaks his lies with ease and you silently pray that the other men are as dumb as they look.

“And may I ask why your schedule is hurried?” The thief’s voice is much harsher and he stares between the three of you quizzically.

“It’s quite embarrassing if I do say so myself but,” you gulp before stepping towards Tovar, intertwining your fingers with him before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. You feel Tovar’s hold tighten around your hand but you say nothing, instead throwing your head on his shoulder and wrapping your other palm around his hand as well. “It is slightly my fault...you see, we- oh god, we were wed three weeks ago and our wedding night lasted for- l-longer than we intended. I should say longer than I intended. And we realized too late how much time we lost so- so this is why we need to leave right immediately.” It takes every ounce of control in William not to laugh at the look on his friend’s face and he maintains a neutral expression when the men in front of him glance towards each other and blush.

Tovar, on the other hand, wishes for God to strike him down this instant because you are not only holding onto his rough hands, but you kissed him without thought. It’s embarrassing how hard he is quickly becoming underneath his clothes but the way your lips touched his scruffy cheeks caused his heart to skip a beat. He tried his hardest to rid you out of his thoughts but here you were, pretending to trip over your words as you lied to the men in front of you about how much time he supposedly spent between your thighs.

“Lucky man,” Tovar hears the man whisper to him as he winks and he’s one moment away from taking out his sword and swinging it. But then you’re raising his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles and Tovar all but loses it. Against his better judgement, he turns to look at you and gulps when he finds you smiling up at him with a dangerous glint in your eyes, one that is filled with false hope and wishful promises. His nose flares when he sees you staring deeply into his brown orbs and he instantly turns away, not because he is afraid of you seeing how darkened his pupils became at your touch but because he refuses to see rejection on your expression when you finally notice how hideous he is, how disgusting the scar on his eye must appear up close.

“Well then, in that case, lead the way, sir-?”

“Oh no sir, my name is William.” William cuts him off and turns to the two of you.

“And I am Y/N, and this here is the love of my life, Pero Tovar.” You cheerfully respond and ignore the way Tovar clings onto your fingers. He forces a quick smile before he walks behind William, all the while trying to pretend he isn’t losing his soul to the touch of your soft skin on his. He quickly glances at you, his jaws tensing tightly when he finds you completely ignoring him and pretending to look elsewhere.

You can feel the anger shedding off of Tovar and you hope he wouldn’t completely bite your head off when you are alone again. But more importantly, you pray to God that he doesn’t feel your pulse because if he could, then he would know. He would know of everything, of your feelings towards him, of your desires, and finally, of how much you wished you had his last name. William looked towards the two of you a few times and decided to keep quiet until after this ordeal was finished. One glance at the way you refused to let go of his friend’s hands and he knew you were as much in love with Tovar as he was with you.

“Idiots.” William whispers to himself just as he reaches the edge of the forest. He motions with his hand as soon as he spots the three horses tied to the trees and you let go of Tovar’s hands to let the men know that you have arrived. Tovar clenches his fist tightly, already missing the touch of your palm against his own and how safe he felt with you at his side. He clears his throat and walks awkwardly towards the horses, pretending to check on the pouches hanging around.

“Oh lovebirds, you should have stayed on your honeymoon.” Your smile falters as soon as the man and his friends remove their weapons and surround you. Turning around, you catch Tovar's eyes before he’s running towards you, his sword in one hand and his expression holding a thousand emotions. William whistles from behind you and you immediately hear the faint sounds of horses galloping through the woods. Unsheathing your daggers from their holsters, you plant your feet to the ground and dare one of the men to come forward.

By the time the rest of the company arrives, you’ve already killed two of the men and are finding it difficult by the moment to fight the one in front of you. There were more of them than there were of you, something you hadn’t anticipated when you accepted this bounty. You’re trying your hardest not to get distracted but it has been a while since you’ve seen Tovar fight and as much as you hate to admit it, he looks absolutely breathtaking, with his eyes full of rage and his lips glistening from sweat and from how hard he’s biting them.

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not w-want. He makes me lie down in green- green...GOD, green pastures. He leads me besides the still waters. He- he...William watch out- he restores my soul, he leads me in the paths of righteousness. For His name’s sake.” You’re reciting your prayers to ground yourself, swearing when you throw one of your daggers towards one of the men about to attack William from behind. You’re still trying to hold off one of the larger thieves from killing you when you spot the main bounty treading towards Tovar with a large dagger of his own.

“No, Tovar!” You’re not thinking clearly as you manage to slit your attacker’s throat before running towards Tovar in time to catch the sharp edge of the weapon into your shoulder. Falling back onto the ground, you look up at the man and find him smiling disgustingly at you, already bringing out his other sword as he chases after you. You can’t find it in yourself to stand up and look away, silently praying to God in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Yea, though I walk through the- the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with m-me. Your rod and...and- Your staff, oh God...they comfort me.”

But nothing ever happens and you reluctantly look up in time to see Tovar holding a knife to the man’s throat.

“Drop the knife amigo, or I will make you taste your own blood.” Tovar snarls out, all the while looking at you with something in his eyes that you're not quite sure of. The man listens to Tovar’s warning but doesn’t drop his smile, looking at the wound on your shoulder before turning to Tovar just as he ties his hands to his back.

“You are not truly married are you?”

“Cállate...hijo de puta madre.” You struggle to get up, frowning when Tovar swears at the man as he swiftly wraps his arms with rope, perhaps harder than needed.

“This should be fun then.” You ignore the man’s remarks and look around, finding most of the wanted men either dead or tied to some tree. You catch William’s eyes and nod when he asks you if you will be alright.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to accompany you to the sheriff, William. Perhaps it’s best that you leave me here.” You groan in pain and ignore the way Tovar’s eyes are sweeping over your form.

“It will take me a day’s journey. Tovar, you will stay with her.”

“No, William that’s not necessary. Please, I’ll- I’ll be fine.” You respond immediately, completely missing the deeper frown that takes over the Spaniard’s features.

“We’ll be in the inn. See you amigo.” Your eyes widen in surprise at the response but you say nothing, instead walking around to collect your weapons in order to place them on your horse. Within minutes, the company is leading away whoever is alive and taking note of the few that were killed. You remain standing against a tree, holding onto your shoulder as you pray softly for relief.

“You cannot ride to town like this. Come here.” Tovar grabs your wrist and brings you to a large boulder, pushing onto your other shoulder until you’re sitting down before he brings a small pouch from his horse.

“This will hurt a bit querida.” Tovar gently speaks to you, completely throwing you off with the tone of his voice and distracting you enough to pull out the knife. You scream in pain and reach for his thigh, digging your nails into the muscular flesh just as he throws away the dagger and takes out the wineskin.

“I do not need such vile drinks.” You spit out at him in anger, unable to hold back from crying as he murmurs something before he pours the expensive alcohol on your shoulder. You’re turning away from him and sniffing violently, trying to hold back from swearing at how rough he’s being.

“Vindicate me O Lord, for I have walked in my integrity, I have also trusted in- in...please, no more, it hurts.” You start praying but can’t continue when you feel Tovar ripping a part of your shirt in order to wrap the clean gauze better around your shoulder.

“Cállate...or better yet, keep praying for your God hermosa. Maybe he’ll reach down and help stop the bleeding. We both know you won’t thank me for this.” Tovar is trying his hardest to ignore the way you’re marking his thighs and he shakes his head when his thoughts become more unholy by the second. He imagines you sinking your nails into his skin under other circumstances but he’s brought back to the moment when you obey him and resume your prayers.

“I have also trusted in the Lord, I shall not slip. Examine me, O- O Lord...and prove me, try my mind and my heart. Ahhh careful!” You’re crying again and it breaks Tovar’s heart to know that he is the reason behind your pain. He wants nothing more than to ask you why you stepped in front of him and took the dagger into your shoulder but he knows you’ll either lie or ignore his question should he inquire. He’s trying to finish swiftly so you aren’t left in the wood alone, or at least that’s what he says to himself so he doesn’t think of how soft and sweet your skin looks beneath his touch

“Stop your whining and take it. We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t- hadn’t...mierda. No importa.” He grumbles again and looks up at you momentarily, only to find you staring at him with doe-like, innocent eyes. He swears he sees some form of affection pass through them but the expression is gone as soon as it comes and he forces himself to focus on your shoulder once more. He’d already cleaned it and wrapped the gauze around it, but he wants to make sure that the knot isn’t too tight or too loose.

“For, for your lovingkindness is before my eyes...do not gather my soul with sinn- nghhh-” You moan in pain when he swipes his fingers over your bruised clavicle and the sound shoots straight to Tovar’s cock, causing him to clench his jaw tightly to prevent himself from acting on his desires. His eyes unintentionally hone in on the rosary around your neck and he gulps when his mind instantly imagines his hand wrapped around your throat and grasping onto the beaded chain as he fucks into you mercilessly until every living thing around knows who’s making you scream with pleasure.

“Lo siento.” He whispers to you as he meets your eyes again, and there’s a multitude of confessions in those two words but you choose to ignore them. You choose to ignore the way he looks at you with those hopeful eyes. You choose to pretend that you aren’t wishing for him to lean over and mold his lips with yours. You choose to ignore...so you wouldn’t have to leave him forever.

“Redeem me and be merciful to me...be merciful to me. Be...be merciful to me.” Your repetition doesn’t go unnoticed by Tovar and he clears his throat before he stands up and helps you back onto your horse. The two of you ride back into town in silence, with Tovar occasionally slowing down to ensure that you aren’t close to unconsciousness. When you reach the edge of the forest, Tovar hops off of his horse and removes his belongings, taking the leather of his saddle and handing it to you before he speaks.

“I will find some lodging with the innkeeper, sí? And you can look around for someone to keep these two until William returns.” He rubs anxiously at his beard and waits for your response, nodding when you look around before replying to him.

“Yes.”

The Spaniard turns around and he only walks ahead ten feet before you’re calling for him. He turns around at the sound of his name and raises his eyebrows.

“Thank you. For caring for me.” You gulp at the intensity of his gaze and barely manage to hold contact with his brown eyes as he flashes you a quick, shy smile. You hadn’t expected to be at the receiving end of such an expression and you held onto the leather between your fingers tightly to try and ignore how fast your heart began to beat. How had you never noticed those dimples before?

“De nada hermosa.” Tovar is backing away immediately and trying to ignore how his heart is violently beating at his chest from your words. He never thought the day would come where you would thank him for anything and hold such an amount of affection in your tone. But he quickly remembers the events of the last hour or so and shakes his head in irritation.

Why had you taken the dagger instead of him?

You continue to watch him until he enters the inn, sighing heavily when it finally occurs to you that you might be having dinner with him alone tonight. Slowly making your way through the town, you thought of who you could possibly ask to care for your horses when you spotted a barnhouse just behind the church. When you reached the open door and looked inside, you shut your eyes in gratitude before getting off the horse and approaching the priest brushing a horse.

“Good afternoon Father,” you smile when the older man turns around and nods towards you.

“Good afternoon.” He says nothing else and you wait until he is finished with the task at hand before asking him if you could tie the two horses in the corner.

“My name is Y/N, and I am a- well, coin for hire...Father. And I was wondering if you would be kind enough and direct me to someone who could care for my friends here until the rest of my company arrives?” You nervously pick at the rosary around your neck when you notice him looking at the bible peeking out of your satchel.

“There’s no need, child. You can leave them here and I shall care for them.”

“Oh Father I couldn’t possibly ask you to-”

“Good thing you are not asking then.” He cuts you off with a smile before leading you out of the small barnhouse.

“Are you otherwise occupied at the moment?” You ask him just as he moves to enter the church.

“I am not.”

“I- I wish to confess.” The older man notices your nervous stance and nods gently before asking you to follow him into the church. You follow behind him, not realizing that Tovar has already made reservations for the both of you and has come out in search of you. He spots you right before you enter the building, his eyes hardening almost instantly when he sees the priest speaking to you before you are both gone out of his sight.

He walks towards the church but refuses to enter, instead waiting outside until you are finished. Not a few minutes pass and his patience wears out and he murmurs something beneath his breath as he enters the house of worship. You are nowhere in sight and he can’t help but marvel at the religiosity of the space, his eyes shifting instantly to the large cross hanging above the altar. Clearing his throat, he quietly makes his way to the front of the hall and looks up, taking a deep breath and shutting his eyes as he reluctantly falls to his knees.

It has been long since Tovar spoke to the Almighty but he forces himself to ask for His guidance, if he can call it that, and hopes that he would one day be able to receive it. The moment ends as soon as it begins, however, when Tovar hears the faint sound of sniffling coming from the confession cubicle followed by the familiar sound of your voice.

He knows he shouldn’t go near the private room. He knows that he has no business listening in on you confessing your deepest thoughts to the holy man. But he can’t stop his feet from carrying him towards the cubicle.

“I- you must know by now what I am required to do in my line of work Father.” Pero hears your soft voice through the quiet sniffles and he clutches the strap around his shoulder to prevent himself from walking into that room and pulling you into his arms.

“Yes, but you know as well as I that you must voice your sins to me so God could forgive them.”

“I know. I am not sure where I could begin if I am being honest. I do not claim to have any excuses but I want you to know that I try not to kill anyone, not unless I have to. I have killed three men this morning. They were poor souls that stole and killed and needed to be stopped. It does not excuse what I have done but it is what happened.”

“Let me ask you this, child. Do you kill out of anger? Out of jealousy? Out of hatred?”

“No, no never. I have never hurt anyone in my anger, at least I hope I haven’t. I killed them because they were going to kill me and my friends. I- it...it couldn’t be avoided.” Tovar wants to laugh at your innocence but he remains silent as he listens to the older man guide you through your troubles. If he had a priest like him back home, maybe he would have never strayed from God.

“Then you have not sinned in the eyes of God. As long as you know the difference, then you are safe from the powers of satan...what else do you wish to confess?”

“There is...there is this man.” At that, Tovar’s eyes widen and he steps closer to the wooden panel to listen more closely. “And I- I have...I have dreams of him. Wicked dreams, images that do not escape me even when I wake.” Tovar bites into his lower lip when he feels his cock harden beneath his breeches and he fixes his clothes quietly before leaning his ears into the flimsy barrier.

“I dream of him almost every night Father and I pray to God every waking moment so he could take them away from me. But they only increase, so much so that I wake up sweating and heaving throughout the night. I do not wish to have such thoughts of him because-” You halt in your words and Tovar hates that even in your confession, you are choosing your words carefully.

“I do not want these dreams and I do not wish to think of him in the ways that I do. But I- I cannot help it Father. I don’t know what more I could do.”

“St. Paul writes in his first letter to the Thessalonians, ‘For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you should abstain from sexual immorality.’ My child, sexual immorality does not only cover the physical actions of the body but the emotional and mental thoughts as well. It is better for you to come forward to this man than to remain in this sin.” Tovar almost growls at the response, hating how the priest validates your beliefs further.

“That is not possible Father...as much as I wish it, I cannot.”

They both remain quiet for a few moments and Tovar almost loses his mind when the silence extends. He shuts his eyes and clenches his fists tightly before running out of the church to the barnhouse, multiple curses falling through his lips when he realizes that he will never have a chance with you, especially now that he was certain you were thinking of another man. Unable to hold back any further, Tovar throws his things to the ground before moving to the back of the barnhouse. He stands behind a large tree and makes quick work of his breeches, hissing in anger when he finds himself painfully hard and already leaking precum. Throwing his head back, he spits onto his hand before taking his cock roughly in his palm. Pero moans when he squeezes the crown of his hard dick, his mind finding it much easier to conjure up images of you writhing beneath him in bed now that he knew of your dreams.

He wishes you had been more detailed, no matter how wrong and inappropriate that would have been. He pictures you sweating and heaving on your hands and knees as he drives his cock deeper into you with every thrust. Tovar’s groans grow louder as he increases his pace and he shivers in need when he imagines you begging for him to take you, to touch you and kiss your tits and perhaps fill you with his seed. The thought of you letting him rule over your body brings him closer to his pleasure and he cries out pathetically as he cums onto the ground, your name like a sweet benediction on his lips as he continues to rub his cock. Pero finally opens his eyes and looks to the blue sky, hissing in regret and feeling a sense of disgust settle into his stomach. He quickly fixes himself and silently asks for your forgiveness, for violating you in his mind and for listening to your confessions. Breathing in the clean scent of the grass, he moves back to the barnhouse and washes his hand quickly before taking his satchel and walking to the shop in front of the church to wait for your return.

Unbeknownst to Pero, the priest in fact chooses to ask you a more personal question than necessary, inquiring after your strange answer as to why it was not possible to approach this man you speak of.

“He does not love me as I love him. He- he cannot stand the sight of me. I am not sure what I had done to deserve such hatred from him but- it is what it is, Father.”

“You love him.” It was more of a statement than a question and the priest can’t help but shake his head in sadness as he continues to listen to you.

“I do. I love him dearly.” You wipe the tears as they fall down your cheeks, looking towards the light coming through the small window before returning your gaze to the ground again.

“Hmm...Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened.”

“Father?” You look towards the barrier between you and the priest quizzically, hoping he would explain his response further.

“I will give you an absolution Y/N, but- I cannot help but think that you may have been asking God for the wrong thing. You ask Him to take away these dreams yet you never pray that this man returns your love or, at the very least, become less hostile towards you?” There is almost a humorous tone to the older man’s words and you raise an eyebrow in curiosity because he was right. Granted, it is the last comment you expect from a man of God but it wouldn’t hurt to listen to him.

“N-no.”

“You are correct in wanting to rid yourself of these thoughts, for they are most unholy and they will only lead you to eternal hellfire. But you might find it in your best interest if you pray that God opens the eyes of this man. Ask to know the truth of his feelings and why he chooses to be the way he is. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” You wait for a few moments before you ask him to give you the absolution. When you walk out of the church a few minutes later, you find it much easier to breathe and you can’t help but think about the priest’s suggestion. Maybe you have been going about this all wrong?

You spot Tovar in the shop in front of the church, but not wanting to bother him, you turn around and move to the barnhouse to brush your horse. Leaning against your horse, you kiss its neck and comb through its hair as you try to push the pain in your shoulder aside. Ignoring the sting of your muscles, you pick up the brush and proceed to massage your horse all the while replaying the priest’s suggestions through your mind.

When Pero looks up and sees the priest standing at the front of the church and speaking to a young girl, he lets go of the cloth in his hand and moves out of the shop, scanning the street for you. When he doesn’t find you anywhere, he slowly approaches the priest and waits until the young girl leaves before he clears his throat.

“Padre.”

“Yes?”

“There was a woman who entered the church a while ago. She is dressed like me. Have you seen where she went?” Pero is uncomfortable but he tries his hardest to not turn away from the priest’s piercing gaze. He is unsure how you managed to speak to him but he quickly remembers of the barrier between the two of you. But he frowns when the priest doesn’t respond and instead stares at him for a while.

“She is in the barnhouse.” The older man narrows his eyes at Tovar before he turns around and walks back into the church. Tovar is confused and a tad bit annoyed but he thinks nothing of the weird interaction. He scratches his beard as he approaches you, about to let you know that your room would probably be prepared when he finds you whispering to the large animal. He stands at the foot of the door and leans back, finding it calming to watch you interact with the horse.

“He shall send from heaven and save me, he reporaches the one who would swallow me up. God shall send forth His mercy and His truth. My soul is among lions, I lie among the sons of men…” Tovar sighs in irritation when his mind chooses to misunderstand your words yet again and he shakes his head as he swears at himself.

“My soul is bowed down. They have dug a pit before me, into the midst of it they themselves have fallen. My heart is steadfast, Oh God, my heart is steadfast...ahh, ah- gah…” Pero snaps out of his haze when he hears your cries right as you drop the brush from your hand and fall to the ground. He is beside you in an instant, turning you around and resting you against the wall.

“Pero…” His expression eases almost instantly when he hears his name on your lips. You’ve rarely used it and he finds himself wishing he could ask you to repeat it over and over again.

“Let me look at the wound-” He asks as he tries to loosen the knot to check on the wound but he senses a shift in your demeanor as soon as his fingers trail over your skin. You gasp at the touch of his hand and move away from him, unable to control the stabbing sensation in your stomach when you feel heat radiating off of his body. Tovar misunderstands your reaction and he looks away shamefully before he steps back.

“How can I help?” He tries to remain neutral but he is hurt that you think he would ever touch you inappropriately without your consent.

“I- I umm, the- the lodging.” Your throat suddenly feels dry and you look up in time to see Tovar’s eyes taking in your heaving chest. Struggling to stand up, you grab your belongings and tighten your hold around the small Bible in your satchel, unsure of what to say as the man in front of you continues to stare at you.

“Sí,” Pero responds quietly before he moves out of the barnhouse, ignoring the sounds of harsh breaths emitting from behind him as he makes his way to the inn. You try to catch up with him but eventually fall behind, and you can’t find it in yourself to ask him to slow down so you opt to keep your eyes on him as he moves through the crowded market. When it becomes too difficult to walk, you move towards a stand and rest on it, finally realizing that the dagger must have been laced with a poison. You’re not sure how long you stay leaning against the wall until a pair of hands shake you to consciousness.

“Hermosa, can you hear me?” You open your eyes and find Tovars’ handsome features laced with worry. It occurs to you that the poison might have a hallucinogen because there was no way on earth that this man would ever feel such worry towards you.

“T-tovar...I- I’m not feeling too good.” You whisper right as your eyes flutter closed but you’re instantly awake once more when you feel Tovar lean down and take you up in his arms. You’re struggling to breathe but force yourself to look at the Spaniard as he rushes through the street.

“Stay with me querida, por favor.” His voice is frantic yet caring and you don’t take notice of what you’re doing until you feel his eyes on you again as he comes to a halt.

“Why- why do you hate me?” Pero can’t breathe for a second, not when your hand is skimming over his cheek while the other one rests above his heart, the same one that breaks when your question finally hits his ears. “I- I wish you didn’t...so I could show you how much I- oh, n-no...so we would-” You don’t get to finish your sentence though and Pero watches as you clasp onto your shoulder when it begins to bleed again.

“Mierda,” he hisses as he resumes running towards the inn, not bothering to provide an explanation to the innkeeper as he rushes up the stairs and into the room reserved for you. The man comes behind him and quickly asks him how he could be of service when he sees Tovar undoing the gauze and swearing when the wound appears more inflamed than before.

“Do you have a healer in this town?”

“Right away sir.” Pero wets a towel before bringing it to your forehead just as the innkeeper fetches a young boy to call for someone. You’re writhing violently and Tovar blames himself for not being careful earlier in the day. It feels like hours have passed by when a knock sounds through the door and in comes the priest.

Anger rises in Tovar’s chest as he walks up to the priest, prepared to draw his sword and kick him out.

“I did not ask for you, I need a-”

“I am a healer son, of all ailments. Please let me pass or your friend will not have much time.” The priest speaks with patience and he waits until Pero moves to the side before he brings out his tonics and ointments.

“What caused this?” The priest asks as he removes the gauze completely and attempts to clean around the wound before he decides which ointment was best.

“A dagger, we were...after some men and I- I was not...she took it instead of me Padre.” The priest grows silent at the odd remark. He is about to ask if the weapon was laced with anything when he notices a strange green substance forming on the edges of the wound. He instantly recognizes the poison and shakes his head.

“S-save me oh God, for- for the waters have come...come up to my neck. I s-sink in deep mire where- where...where there is no standing. I have come into d-deep, oh god...deep waters. Where the floods overflow me.” You whisper through a haze, vaguely aware of a gentle hand treating the wound on your shoulder before it ceases to move.

“May god have mercy on your soul…” Pero almost loses all control when he hears the priest’s prayer.

“Will she die?” He steps forward and asks just as the older man begins to apply a heavy tonic onto the wound. You’re hissing and groaning for a few moments before your frown relaxes just as the priest applies new gauze to the wound.

He waits until you’ve calmed down before he collects his things and asks Tovar to meet him outside. When they both leave and lock the door behind them, the Priest looks away from the angry Spaniard.

“Padre, please, tell me. Will she die?”

The priest is about to answer when he hears you crying through the door.

“My eyes fail while I- I...please, God...while I wait for my God. Oh God...my sins are not hidden from You, oh Lord...my prayer is to You. Oh God- please...T-tovar- I need...please...deliver me out of the mire and let me- not...not sink. Hear me Oh Lord…”

Pero tries to ignore your cries but he feels his heart give out with each whimper that escapes your lips. And then you call his name and ask for him and he all but loses it, hands shooting to the knob to turn it. He stops, however, when he feels the Priest pull him back.

“It is not wise to go in there my son.”

“Let go of me.” Tovar snaps at the older man, rolling his eyes when he feels the hold around his shoulder tighten.

“There will be many consequences to your actions if you go in there...the dagger that she was stabbed with...it, well, it held a dangerous...aphrodisiac.” Pero’s eyes widen in surprise and shock when he registers the words of the priest and he steps back from the door while looking to the floor.

“If you can go in there and care for her without touching her, then by all means,” Tovar gulps when the priest motions for him to walk right through the room, eyebrows furrowing in frustration when he listens into your pained noises, “but I must warn you to not lust after her beauty in your heart...not let her allure you with her eyelids.”

“Take your proverbs elsewhere Padre, they will not find seed in this heart. How dare you think me of such actions when she’s not aware?” Tovar angrily points at his chest as he continues to pace back and forth, trying to calm himself down as he continues to hear you moaning through the door.

“Draw near to my soul and redeem it...deliver me because- because...oh Pero. Pero, please. I need you, please. I want you...I crave your touch...your- your lips. I need to feel your skin against mine. Please...pl- oh God, please.”

“If not for your sake then for hers. You shall not commit adultery. She is a child of God.”

“Was it not her God that allowed for this?” Pero yells at the priest as he moves across the hallway and kicks the wall. He waits for the priest to respond and huffs sarcastically when he doesn’t and remains silent.

“Answer my question Padre, will she die if- if she remains untouched?”

“I am not certain...but you must think of your soul as well, no? Whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” The priest approaches Tovar reluctantly, immediately stepping back when he sees his shoulders tense at his words.

“Padre, for your sake, I need you to reserve your gospel for someone else. I do not care for my salvation, and if you must know, I have committed adultery a thousand times with her in my heart. I have no need for your absolution nor do I seek God’s forgiveness.” He isn’t sure what brings him to such a confession but he watches the man of God nod silently as he moves away with disappointment written on his features.

“Then there is nothing more for me to tell you except this...if you do not walk in there and- aid her, she might not make it through the night. But, if you do, then you will have to live with the consequences of your actions. I cannot give you, nor her, my blessings for such immoral activities. May God have mercy on your souls and guide your heart.” Tovar turns away when the priest walks past him and down the stairs. He grasps his sword tightly to try and ground himself, but then the faint groans ringing through the small room bring him back to reality.

He’s ashamed of how many times he’s thought of this moment. But not once did he think he’d ever refuse to lay with you. Yet here he was, forced to make a decision that would ultimately hurt both of you. If he doesn’t help you, he might lose you forever and he would never forgive himself as long as he lives. But if he does help you, he’d risk losing your trust and your company, and would perhaps never see you again. He’d have to live with the knowledge that you hate him. But you would be alive and well...

There was no doubt in his mind what he needed to do.

Tovar looked down at his hands and blinked in regret. The last thing he wished to do was to willingly hurt you. But he couldn’t let you die, especially when it was him that the dagger was meant for.

Taking a deep breath, he musters up enough courage to turn around and unlock the door, not bothering to look at you as he enters the room and shuts the wooden barrier behind him. Taking his weapons off of his person, Tovar clears his throat and slowly turns to look at you, his eyes taking in your desperate form as you fisted your hands into the sheets and stared at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

“P-Pero...god, I- you’re here. Please, I n-need you. You- you’re too far, please, need you, want you...want to feel you. Your- oh Christ, your skin, your l-lips...your tongue- your hands...need you, inside me...please.” Pero almost chokes on his saliva when your desperate words hit him and he remains grounded in his spot as he licks his lips. His cock twitches in his breeches when he notices your disheveled clothing, and he realizes that you must have tried to take it all off but couldn’t tug hard enough. He looks at your exposed neck and clenches his jaw when he sees the rosary nestled perfectly between your sweaty breasts.

Fuck. He knew he didn’t have a chance in heaven but looking at you now, with your body calling for him, he realized there was no chance in hell for him either. Not with what he was thinking of doing to you.

Slowly approaching you, he stood above your shivering form and gently brushed your hair aside, hissing in anger when he found you hot to the touch. There was so much he wanted to say and he figured this was his chance considering how you would probably not recall this night when you wake up the following day.

“Hermosa, I- perdóname. Forgive me for everything I have done to you...and for everything I will do to you tonight.” Tovar’s heart clenches when you take his hand and bring it to your mouth, kissing and nipping and the skin of his palm and wrist until you couldn’t take it anymore. It breaks him knowing that those gentle touches are born out of a hazed necessity and not because you wanted to kiss him.

“Please...be merciful to me.” Your words echo from earlier through the tense silence and Tovar hates how he longs to hear you pray for him instead. Stepping away from you, he holds his hands up and shushes you as you start to whine again, whispering sweet words down to your aching soul as he strips himself of his garments. You find it difficult to wet your throat and attempt to take off your clothes as well, almost breaking into tears when you continue to struggle with the long-sleeve shirt and your trousers.

“Here, let me.” You feel your skin crawl with ants when Tovar begins to undo the laces and buttons of your garments, and you find it hard to look away when all you are met with is gentleness and determination. At some point, you swear his hands are shaking and your hazed mind mistakes it for rejection but there isn’t enough consciousness left for you to apologize to him so instead, you grasp on his forearms and dig your nails into his muscles as he rids you of the dampened fabrics hugging your shaking body.

Tovar tries his hardest to not pounce on you as soon as more of your skin is revealed to him and he silently prays for patience when your touches turn rough. He throws everything onto the chair near the bed and returns to you, inhaling deeply when he sees how soaked your chest band and undergarments have become. He’s standing in nothing but his own breeches and he can’t help it when he fixes himself through the fabric, smiling to himself when you whine at the not-so-subtle movement and mirror his actions. He growls when he sees you cup your mound and rub harshly to try and relieve some of the pain.

“No.” The single command shoots straight to your aching cunt and you instantly remove your hand from your heated skin, looking up at him and silently begging him to take you right then and there. “No, you do not touch yourself when I am here. Your pleasure belongs to me. Your noises...they belong to me, your arousal...every last drop of it, belongs to me. Sí?” You nod frantically and sigh in relief when he moves onto the bed, a little annoyed that he is yet to take off all of his garments. He gently parts your thighs and kneels between them, smiling to himself when he sees your flesh responding so easily to his touch. A part of him feels horrible for what he is thinking but he can’t help but fill his chest with pride at the thought of knowing that no one else has touched you like this, let alone seen you so wrecked and positively...sinful.

“Magnífico,” your hold on the sheets beneath you tighten as more words of his mother tongue roll off of his lips and you bite down on your hand when he pushes your legs up towards you to open you up for him a little more. It’s absolutely filthy what Tovar is doing and he is aware that he should be more gentle with you, perhaps move slowly since you have never had such contact with a man before, but he can’t bring himself to hold back, not when you were looking at him with those pleading, innocent eyes.

He leans down and shuts his eyes as he pushes his nose into your undergarment, moaning lewdly when he fills his nostrils with the scent of you.

“Dios mío...your smell querida, it’s as sweet as honey.” Tovar mumbles against your heat, smiling devilishly when he notices your eyes widen with embarrassment at his comment. In the blink of an eye, he’s fingering the edge of the flimsy material and violently pulling it off of you, throwing it behind him haphazardly before he sinks in between your thighs again. He doesn’t give you enough time to prepare for him as he hungrily licks at your wet pussy. You briefly think you should feel ashamed for what he’s doing to you, or perhaps beg him to not be so forward and filthy with his sounds. But the thoughts roll away when he growls against your slit and your back arches painfully off of the bed when you feel his tongue licking into your heat. You aren’t sure how to convey to him the immense pleasure he is bringing to you so you settle for grabbing his hair and screaming his name over and over again. The sting his scruff is offering you soothes the pain in your muscles and you silently pray for him to become a little more aggressive with his touches.

Tovar becomes a crazed man when he hears the way his name falls from your tongue like a prayer and he grabs your hips harshly before bringing you closer to his mouth. He continues to look at you as he tongue-fucks your cunt, unable to comprehend how this moment was real. He closes his eyes again to savor the taste of your juices flowing so easily into his mouth and moves one hand to your backside, squeezing and slapping your ass as he zeroes in on that bundle of nerves. Your hold on his hair tightens but Tovar enjoys being at the receiving end of those rough touches. He continues to lap at your cunt, occasionally switching to sucking on your little nub until you let go of his hair and grab at the sheets.

Pero feels you coming on his tongue but he can’t find it in himself to stop, wanting to commit every single moment to memory. He momentarily moves away to nip at your thighs and just as you’re beginning to come down from your high, he shoves two fingers past your slit and returns to mouth at your clit.

You try to sit up on the bed but one hand across your navel pushes you back down again. You aren’t sure if you want him to stop or keep going but you feel that familiar tug at your lower stomach again and before you know it, you’re hitting that delicious peak once more. You aren’t aware of what happens when you fall back down again though. All you can feel is your body shaking and your chest heaving as Pero refuses to let you close your legs.

At some point, he finally shows you mercy and removes himself from you, and it takes you a few moments to open your eyes and will yourself to look at him. Your lips part in shock when you see Tovar licking his arms like a starved man, not realizing what has happened until you look down and see the soaked sheets beneath you. You’re mortified and attempt to close your legs but Tovar stops your movements with a dangerous smirk, raising an eyebrow as he looks down and sees his chest also soaked with your juices. You turn away from him and try to hide behind your arm but he’s falling on top of you and removing your hand before he turns your chin so you could finally meet his gaze.

“My delicious little princesa...don’t shy away from me cariño. I want you, all of you...whatever you wish to give me.” A small part of you is aware that he is only speaking those words to put you at ease and help you through your predicament, but a more desperate corner of your mind tells you that he meant every word he said and that you should trust him. You’re aware of how dangerous this could be but you can’t find it in yourself to care as you lean up and kiss his chapped, plump lips. Tovar is taken aback from your forwardness but he meets your motions with as much vigor, lapping and sucking on your tongue until he feels your hips meet his shallow thrusts. You moan lewdly when his clothed cock pushes against your heated core and Tovar takes this chance to shove his tongue into your mouth, not caring for how messy and how unskilled you were. He would teach you tonight, even if it was the only night he would spend with you.

When your fingers tangle in his hair and pull it on, Tovar growls and pushes up away from you. You have a few seconds to prepare for the onslaught of his hands as he attempts to rip the chest band off of your body. He is silent when you are finally naked to his eyes and you feel self-conscious from how quiet he’s grown. You move to cover yourself but Tovar is taking hold of your wrists and slamming them above your head, eyes boring into your hazed ones before he descends on your breasts. You throw your head back when you feel his tongue swirling roughly around your nipple, arching your back further into him when he pinches and twists the other one between his calloused fingers. You’re torn between begging him to slow down and screaming for him to take whatever he wants. It seems that Tovar knows what you crave though because he nips at the hardened peaks until you’re writhing beneath him. He looks away for only a second to take in how absolutely wrecked you look before he takes the other nipple in between his lips and sucks on it, groping the other and not caring for how wet and messy he’s left you.

His treatment of your body only makes you more needy for him and as you’re about to beg him to give you his cock, Tovar pulls off of you before swallowing your moans again, keeping both of his hands on your tits and playing with them as you gave yourself over completely to him. It creeps up on you without warning and you’re screaming his name as you feel your cunt clench around nothing. Tovar pulls off of you and watches as your body shakes with pleasure at his ministrations, smirking when he sees the rosary sliding against your heaving chest. It’s almost taunting how it looks back at him but he pays it no mind. He swears in his mother tongue when he looks down and sees your cunt contracting violently and gushing more arousal. You’re finding it difficult to breathe as his fingers trail down to your thighs and push them further so he could take a better look at you.

“Did...did you just-” Tovar isn’t able to finish his question because the look you’re giving him is anything but innocent, and your little nod is the perfect boost for his ego because he’d just managed to make you cum from only touching your tits. He’s distracted when he sees your hands inching towards the tent in his clothes and he doesn’t stop you when he feels the warmth of your palm seeping through and engulfing his cock. You’re tugging and squeezing with curiosity in your eyes and Tovar loses his patience, slapping your hands away as he just manages to take the last article off. He’s kneeling in between your legs and smiles to himself when he sees your widened expression at the size of him.

“Don’t worry princesa, I’ll go slow...for now.” Goosebumps erupt on your skin at the implications behind his words and you’re snapped back to reality when you notice that Tovar stretched his hand and kept it against your lips.

“Escupe,” you have no clue what he just said but when he opens your lips and shoves his fingers into your mouth, you get an idea of what he wants. Reluctantly, you spit in the palm of his hand and grip the sheets tightly when he keeps his gaze on you and spits on the same palm as well right before spreading the mixed juices across your slit. You’re turned on by his forwardness and brace yourself for what’s to come, already feeling your stomach burn with need when he takes longer and touches himself. You watch as he coats his cock with your juices, mind slowly falling into a haze when you see how he tugs and rubs the aching tip of his dick.

“Are you ready for me mi amor?” He’s massaging your inner thighs, eyes keeping you captivated as you nod and inhale deeply in preparation for him. Tovar sighs as he takes your hand in his before he slowly inches his cock into your cunt. The two of you are hissing and Tovar thinks he’s died and gone to heaven with how tight you feel around him. He nudges further into you and continues to whisper in Spanish when he feels your muscles tense.

“Relax for me querida, please. I could make you feel so good. Relájate. Don’t want to hurt you mi cielo.” He leans down and gently rubs at your neck, licking and kissing down your shoulder until he feels you ease around him. Moments later, he can feel you twisting beneath him and he realizes that you’re telling him you’re ready. Without a warning, Pero snaps his hips and sheathes himself fully inside you, his cock twitching at the whines and whimpers you were whispering in his ears when he broke your barrier. He’s trying his hardest to remain still so he doesn’t hurt you but then you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and molding your lips with his. It should not have been like this, he thinks. But he let’s his selfishness take over because if this were to be the only time you’d ever let a man touch you, then he was glad it was him and not someone else. Someone whom he knew would never feel this deeply towards you.

“Please...move, I need- I want...it hurts. I want you to move Pero...oh god, Pero..Pero, you’re so...so hard for me. Feel so full, oh Christ, feels so good.” There’s something about hearing you moan his name along with the name of your God that makes him feral and he sits back up again, taking hold of your hips and ensuring that your eyes are on him before he pulls out and thrusts his cock back in. You dig your nails into the bed when you feel every ridge and vein passing against your walls, biting into your lower lip to stifle your moans.

“Fuck...eres perfecto.” Tovar wanted to savor every moment, to commit this to memory so he would revisit this night time and again until his life on earth was finished. But he couldn’t hold back, couldn’t go slow even if he tried, not with how tight you were clenching around him and how wet you became the harder he filled you with his cock. You were a sight to behold, face scrunching up in pain and pleasure, some drool rolling from the corner of your lips as you sighed and begged him to take whatever he wanted from your body.

“Better than any fucking dream hermosa...mierda, I- I could spend an eternity between your thighs and never wish to leave. You’re, fuck fuck ah f-fuck...you’re so much better than what I imagined. So sweet, so warm...and so- goddamn- tight.” He pronounced every word with a harsh thrust of his hips and you cried out as he took his pleasure and coaxed another orgasm out of your pussy. You grabbed his forearms when you felt your stomach flutter, and threw your head back when Tovar noticed you coming undone once more. He picked up his pace, switching his attention from your facial expressions to where you were joined. Letting go of one hip, he spat on his thumb before laying it on your clit and rubbing furiously to prolong your peak. You barely managed to open your eyes, turning to look at him as he continued his assault on your skin. Your chest tightened at the thought of never being with him again but you forced yourself to not think of the following day. There was tonight, and you would take everything and give him all that he wanted. After all, there was no truth behind his words, just the heat of the moment. Or perhaps it was him speaking of his triumph over you, someone he’s loathed for wasting her time on what he called a ‘false God.’

“P-pero...yes, oh- Pero, Pero...fuck, please.”

Pero held your gaze as he let go of your waist and fell on top of you, one hand quickly wrapping around your throat as he pushed agonizingly slowly into you. There was something different in his eyes and you weren’t sure if it was affection or despise but you looked away from him instantly, afraid he’d see how you feel about him. Tovar misunderstood your fear for disgust and he snarled in anger as he tightened his hold around your throat until you turned to him again. He met your lips with an aggressive kiss and continued to push his cock deeper into you until he felt your nails digging into his back. He swore when they trailed down his muscles to his backside, forcing him to thrust a little quickly.

“Who knew princesa...that you were nothing but a filthy fucking whore. Begging to be fucked...to be filled over and over again. Shit, this cunt, so tight and wet for me...you’ve no idea how much I craved this...craved you, to touch you, kiss you, mark you as my own...my whore, my innocent whore.” His words should have hurt, but you found yourself growing wetter just from hearing him call you his. But it was the twisting of the knife to hear him confess of how he craved you. You knew as well as he that this was far from the truth. But you found yourself ignoring the heartache just to enjoy him and the sensation of his skin sliding against yours in the throws of passion.

“You’re getting close again cariño...fuck, I could- ahh ahh, could feel you swallowing my cock sweetheart. Come on, cum for me. Cum for me one more time, let me feel you coming on my cock like the good little girl you are. Please, mi amor…” It was almost as if your body had a mind of its own because at his words, the familiar knot in your navel untwisted and you arched into him as you came with a silent cry, hand grasping to the one holding your throat and pushing down on it to make him grip you tighter.

Tovar shuts his eyes and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, refusing to reveal any more of himself to you. You’ve rejected him several times and he couldn’t bear the thought of thinking him more of a monster as he reached his pleasure.

“Oh god, oh fuck, I- mi amor. Te amo más de lo que nunca sabrás. Ah, god f-ffu…” Against your better judgement, you let go of his hand and push them into his hair, forcing him to look at you right before you met his lips. He’s growling and almost sobbing with want as he fills you with his seed, never once halting in his movements as he pushes his cock deeper inside you. You lose yourself into the kiss, unable to put together a coherent thought as you feel warmth spread where you are joined. This kiss is more desperate, and you’re not sure if it’s because of Tovar or because of you.

His chest tightens painfully when he looks at you and sees tears in your eyes. He’s not sure if you’re crying because of him and he’s about to ask when you push him off of you and onto his back. Maybe you’ve finally come to your senses and wanted him t-

Tovar chokes on air when you slither between his legs and take his cock between the warmth of your hands, not giving him a chance to say anything as you lean down and take him in your mouth. “Hermosa, you- oh fuck, you don’t have t- oh gah.” He’s twisting your hair in his hand when you try to take him as far back in your mouth as you could. It’s messy and filthy and you’re inexperienced but he finds your attempts to pleasure him the most beautiful sight in the world. He can see cum and saliva rolling down the corners of your mouth and he grows harder at the thought of you tasting yourself and him on your tongue.

He swears you might be the devil incarnate when you take him out of your mouth and kiss the underside of his cock. It’s such an innocent gesture but his cock twitches, and then you’re licking across the protruding veins and he all but loses it.

“Shit, you l-look so beautiful mi amor, mouth full of my cock. Can you taste yourself? Go on, tell him how we taste...please, tell me.” You continue to mouth and nip at him, occasionally massaging the base of his cock and biting into his thighs when his hold tightens around your hair.

Tovar feels his cock harden the more you give it attention and he begrudgingly pulls you off so you could answer him.

“Tell me mi amor.”

You’re not sure why you choose those words and you hope he understands the implications behind him without you needing to bare your soul to him any further

“As tempting as death…”

The words are an arrow piercing his heart and he shuts his eyes for a few moments to collect his bearings before he’s roughly pulling you off of him and bringing you to his lips.

“Ven aquí y bésame! I want to taste us.” He shoves his tongue into your mouth and hums in approval when he can vaguely taste his seed and your arousal mixing with your scent. He’s not sure what brings him to do this but Tovar pulls back far enough and he maintains eye contact as he spits into your mouth, biting into his lower lip as he watches you make a show of swallowing his spit. You part your lips and breathe in his natural musk before you lean over and kiss his jaw. Momentarily distracted by your sudden need to show him affection, Tovar doesn’t notice you moving up his chest until your lips are trailing up the scar across his eye. He shakes in need when you kiss it over and over again, whispering quick apologies and wishing you could have been there to prevent him from being hurt.

Tovar is no longer able to discern what it is you’re feeling. One minute you’re hiding yourself and turning away from him, and the next, you’re worshiping his cock and his scars as if he was yours. He decides to blame it on the poison and the wound-

The wound.

Pero pushes on your neck harder than he intends and he apologizes when he’s met with a shocked, hurt expression.

“Lo siento mi amor…” He whispers kindly to you as his eyes take in the wound on your shoulder, sighing in relief when he sees that the Priest covered it well. Little amount of blood managed to seep through the coverings but it wasn’t enough to alarm him. “I needed to ensure you aren’t hurt, forgive me hermosa.” Tovar explains again and watches as you visibly relax against him.

“Come here,” you obey him as he pulls you into his arms and lays behind you, telling you to rest before the poison takes hold of you once more. You feel rejected, wishing you could tell him that the fire in your stomach and your lungs is returning already. But he’s done so much for you throughout the night and he deserved more than this. More than you. It wasn’t his duty to aid you through such a circumstance and yet he took it upon himself to do so.

Tovar wraps his arms around you and hopes you don’t pay any mind to his already hardening cock. He wants to slide into your cunt again and fill you up, but he doesn’t want to take more advantage of you. Not when you were hurt and vulnerable.

You try to get some shuteye, and you do for a little while, but you’re no longer able to quiet down when you begin to feel your skin crawling with ants. You’re sweating again, and your breaths are coming in quickly when you finally wake up and feel the pins and needle pain jabbing in your lower stomach. It’s your little whine that breaks Tovar’s daydreaming and he’s turning you around to take a better look at you.

“What’s the matter mi amor? Did I- did I hurt you?” You’re shaking your head violently at him as you’re turning in his arms and before he could try to figure out what it is you want, you’re getting on your hands and knees, ass in the air and face turned to him with an expression that he’s never seen before.

He gulps at the sight before him and looks at you, rubbing at the scruff of his beard before his eyes widen in shock when he sees your hand reaching down and swiping across the mess seeping out of your cunt.

“I need you Pero, need you to- fuck me. Please, fuck me. Mark me and fill me up with your seed. Want you to use me for your pleasure, use me however you want. I- I can take it. Just- need your cock.” The sound of your pleas is music to his ears and Tovar is moving to kneel behind you in the blink of an eye. He kisses your lower back as his hand pushes down between your shoulder blades until your face is flush against the dampened sheets. You shiver when he trails his fingers up and down your back, smiling when he nips and kisses your round ass cheeks. Tovar bites into the skin of your backside and lightly spanks you when you try to jump away from him.

“My pretty girl wants me to fuck her again. You’re so wet for me hermosa, so ready and needy. Tell me, tell me how much you crave my cock.” He takes hold of his dick and swipes it between your slit, chuckling to himself when he sees the way you’re looking at him.

“Pero, don’t- please don’t tease. I burn for you, ‘ve dreamt of- oh I, I need your cock inside me. I really need you to fuck me, to- to-” You’re tripping over your words and Tovar knows he shouldn’t blame you for your lack of coherence but he’s living for how crazed you are. He pushes his cock into your fluttering walls and doesn’t miss how awfully tighter you feel around him this time around. You’re shaking with lust but only scream his name when you feel the palm of his hand landing on your ass one time after another as he fucks you without remorse. You lose count of how many times he spanks your ass and you don’t care because as soon as he stops and slips his other hand down to your clit, you’re seeing stars and groaning as pleasure courses through your veins.

Tovar hisses at how tightly your cunt clenches around him and he’s suddenly in need of feeling your skin against his. Shoving his hand into your hair, he violently pulls on it until your back is flush to his chest.

“That’s it querida, scream for me. Scream my name mi amor, so- fuck ah ah shit, so everyone knows who fucks you like the filthy whore you are. Go on cariño, sing for me. Feel me, pray for me. Dios mío, I’m- I won’t last mi cielo. You’re too good, too sweet, my heaven. Everything my heart desires...yearns for, lives for. Oh fuck, oh god- go on mi amor, cum for me. One more time, please. Need to feel you squeeze my cock one last time...just once, please. Fuck ah fuck I-” Tovar bites down on your shoulder as he thrusts into you, his rhythm forgotten as he fills your womb with his seed. You’re a quivering mess in his arms, relishing the harsh touch of his scruff on your heated skin. He moans your name when he feels you contracting around him, one arm wrapped around your chest and cupping your tits while the other is twirling around the rosary on your neck.

You lose all sense of reality and time as Tovar slowly pushes you to your side, his cock somehow still hard in your cunt. You’re both heaving when Tovar takes the rosary from around your neck and holds it in the palm of his hand.

You’re dozing off again but a harsh pinch to your nipples brings you back and you’re turning around just in time to see Tovar licking the beads that go around your neck before he drags the rosary down your skin. You’re not sure what he’s playing at until you feel the individual beads twirling in the mess of your combined juices. He’s rubbing your slit with the necklace and collecting your mixed arousal and your eyes widen in horror at the filthiness of the action. Tovar’s hand moves from your breast to your neck, aggressively turning your head around so you’re looking into his eyes as he brings the rosary back to your mouth.

“Open your mouth querida...and taste us.” You silently obey him and let him push the holy object into your mouth. You’re unable to hide how thoroughly you’re enjoying this and Tovar leans forward to lick in your mouth, smiling devilishly when you try to chase his lips as he tries to pull away.

“Sleep mi amor, you need to rest.” Tovar takes the rosary from your lips and throws it around his own neck. You turn in his arms and nuzzle into his chest, silently praying that he doesn’t regret this the following day.

“Please be here when I wake up.” You murmur in your sleep and Tovar’s heart breaks into a million shards when he realizes that things will be different once the two of you awake the following morning.

He’s not sure how much time passes but he spends every second looking at you, memorizing your calm expression and how at ease your muscles feel under his touch. He doesn’t want to go to sleep, not when he knows this would be the last time he’d be able to be near you in such a manner. When he tries to move to get a drink of water, your arms wrap tightly around his chest and bring him closer to you. He’s smiling to himself and brushing your hair aside to kiss you, laying his head back in irritation when he notices that the darkened skies are turning a lighter shade of pinks and blues.

Tovar shuts his eyes and doesn’t bother to wipe the tears away when he remembers the events of the night. He’s torn himself into bits to ensure your safety and although he was of sound mind when he walked into this room, he never thought it would hurt this much to leave you.

When the chirping of the birds rings through the morning light, Tovar takes a deep breath and turns to you, kissing you one last time on your forehead before he loosens your hold on him. You frown for a moment in your slumber but remain unmoving as he dresses and leaves the room. He’s holding fast to the rosary around his neck as he walks to the barnhouse when he sees the Priest unlocking the doors of the church.

The older man takes one look at Tovar and nods in understanding.

“Is there anything I can help you with my son?”

“Thank you but no Padre.” Tovar walks to his horse and whispers his good mornings to the animal, sighing deeply when he hears footsteps approach him.

“Is there anything you wish to confess?” Tovar snorts a laughter before he turns around and attempts to hide his sarcastic remarks. “How long do you have Padre? Because I assure you, I have not confessed since I was a little boy.” Tovar is thankful that the priest understands the implications behind his words because he smiles and pats him on teh back before heading towards the church.

“My door is open should you change your mind.” Pero nods at the older man before he returns to attend to his horse, his mind recalling every second he spent worshiping your body and how sinful his name sounded falling from your lips.

It’s not until the sun is shining in the middle of the sky that you finally come to your senses. You open your eyes and look around the room for a moment, unable to recollect how you became in this room. When you take in a deep breath and smell the musky and heavy scent of something alien to your senses, memories of the previous night come crashing into your mind and you sit up instantly. You’re frantically looking around but there is not a single sign of Tovar. Removing the sheets, you flush at the sight of the mess that meets your eyes before you cover yourself once more.

It was no dream then. He was here, in your bed, pleasuring you all night long.

Images of the Spaniard hunched over you and driving his cock into your cunt flash into your mind’s eye and you’re hiding in your pillows when you remember what he’s said to you and what you moaned for him in return.

But not everything that comes through your hazed memories was pleasant and you remembered some of the things he’s whispered to you, and the last request you asked of him. You wished him to be here, even told him so and he was gone. He chose to leave you alone after laying with you.

A loud knock came through the door and you tiptoed to the barrier to ask who was calling on you.

“Miss, I was told to bring you a hot bath. You want me to come back another time?” A young girl half-yelled from the hallway and you thanked God you didn’t have to walk around the rest of the day with the stench of sex and god knows what else sticking on your skin.

“No, no. Now is perfect thank you. Just, please give me a moment to collect my bearings.”

Tovar remains in the barnhouse all day long, not trusting himself to leave for fear of seeking you out. He dozes off at some point, and dreams of your sweaty skin sliding deliciously against his as you ride his cock and cum around him. He dreams of your lips softly caressing his own as you beg him to take you over and over again. He dreams of your soft hands massaging the pain away as he kisses every inch of your skin. He dreams and dreams until the neighs of the horses wake him from his sleep. He sits up immediately to inspect them only to find your beast beating down its hooves as it nudges its head outside the barn windows. Looking outside of the door, Tovar is planted in his place as he watches you make your way into the church. There is a hurry in your footsteps and he can barely make out the expression painted on your beautiful features. He ceases to breathe when he notices your furrowed eyebrows and the way you wipe frantically at your cheeks.

You’ve been crying. And he is sure he is the reason for your tears. For your regrets. And for your broken vows.

Tovar is incapable of moving a muscle and he knows very well he is the last person you probably wish to see. Grabbing his belongings, he struts back to the inn and ascends to his room, pausing for a moment to look at your door before he pushes into the one across and slams the wooden barrier behind him.

Back in the church, the Priest can only stand aside as you kneel at the altar, crying and begging God for forgiveness.

“For...for I acknowledge my transgressions, and my sin is always before me. Against You, You only, have I sinned, and done this- this...oh Christ, this evil in Your sight. Hide Your face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities. Do not cast me away from Your presence, and do not take Your Holy Spirit from me. Please...my Lord, my God...a broken and a contrite heart, these, O God, You will not despise. Forgive me, have mercy on me. I have sinned before You and I- I have no one else to comfort me. Oh God, I- from the depths of my heart, I beg for Your forgiveness and I ask for Your guidance. I cannot lie to myself any longer, nor can I hide from him. He is my...my everything. Forgive me, f-forgive me.” You’re openly weeping in your hands as you stand and move towards the exit, coming to a halt when you see the Priest standing near the candles.

Walking towards him, you wipe the tears away and look to the floor as you come to a stop in front of him.

“How are you feeling this morning?” His voice is kind and calming and you silently thank God for sending you such a messenger.

“I cannot lie to you Father, I have seen better nights.” You smile nervously at him and he returns the gesture, nodding in silence before he asks you to walk with him.

“As much as it pains me to admit this to you, I- I cannot bless your relationship with this man.” You nod in affirmation as he brings you to the door of the church and stops. “I understand that last night was a difficult trial for you, and in a way, for him as well. But you know now, that it has become a temptation...should you, should you choose to go to him.” You can tell he is both sad and uncomfortable by the words he’s speaking to you.

“I understand Father. But, I- if there is a slither of a chance that I could be with him, I must take it. I must. Forgive me.” You gulp nervously before you move past him and out the church, wiping the tears from your eyes as you make your way back to the inn. As soon as you walk in, you head to the innkeeper and ask him if he’s seen Tovar. He trips over his words and avoids your gaze, quickly telling you that he saw him ascend to his bedroom not too long ago. You thank him before heading up to his chambers, silently begging for your heart to slow down before you knock on his door.

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand and knock three times, furrowing your eyebrows when you are met with silence. Knocking once more, you wait with patience and begin to feel nervous when Tovar doesn’t respond. You’re about to try one last time when the door swings open and causes you to almost trip as you back away.

Tovar’s furious expression melts away at the sight of you, and he barely holds back from pulling you into his arms and comforting you.

“What do you want?” You wince at his tone and feel your chest tighten when he doesn’t move to let you in.

“I- I wish to s-speak with you. If- I mean...if that is alright with you.” You’re stuttering again and Tovar finds it endearing that you’re somehow nervous in his presence when, not hours ago, he was pulling the most beautiful sounds from your mouth. Reluctantly, Tovar steps aside and lets you into the room, waiting for you to halt in your steps so he could remain as far away from you as possible.

“Speak,” he knows he should be more kind, a bit softer at least. But he can’t bare his heart to you again, not when you’ve come here to reject him, or perhaps tell him that you couldn’t remain in the company anymore.

“I- about last night...I wanted to- that is, I’ve been...I was wondering if you- oh God.” Tovar can barely understand a word you’re saying and his impatience is growing by the second so he does the only thing he is capable of.

“You don’t have to say anything princesa, I know.” He pulls you away from your thoughts with a gruff response.

“Y-you do?”

“It was nothing, a mistake. We will not speak of it to anyone, sí?” Tovar snarls the words at you and it takes everything not to break down in front of him. So he’s known of your feelings, and he called what you’ve done last night a mistake. Who knew that rejection could hurt this much.

“Oh. I- I see.” Your voice breaks as you continue to ring your fingers nervously, unsure if there was anything left for you to say. Tovar is confused by your body language and he almost steps towards you to take your hands in his own and comfort you, but he stops himself.

“So all of what- what you said to me was, it was just in the heat of the moment?” You can’t stop yourself from asking him as you look at him with hope in your eyes. There must have been some truth to them. There had to be. You don’t realize you’re stepping closer to him until the next few moments pass by.

“You, I- I gave you everything that I am. Everything that I’ve kept for- for decades. And you’re telling me there isn’t a single ounce of affection in that god-forsaken cold heart of yours? I- what more do you want from me? I have nothing else that isn’t yours. Please, I- oh god...” Tovar is shocked at the turn of events and he doesn’t stop you when you begin to beat his chest until he sees how much you’re hurting your own hands.

“Hermosa what-”

“I’ve given you my body, my- my heart...my soul. And you- you stand there and mock me with how little I matter to you.” You know you shouldn’t admit any of those affections to him and yet you’re incapable of hiding any longer. Tovar’s arms are suddenly tightening around your shaking form and you find yourself calming when you breathe in his scent.

Tovar wholeheartedly believes he is dreaming because he is sure you would never say such words to him. He gives you all the time in the world to take your frustrations out on him, softly shushing you and rubbing at the back of your neck when you begin to sob again. You’re not sure how much time passes and when you finally pull away, you’re met with a soft pair of brown eyes that carried the weight of so many secrets in them.

“Hermosa, I-”

“I’m sorry, that was...you didn’t deserve this. I- I should go.” You’re about to slip from his arms when Tovar pulls you back in and molds his lips with yours in a chaste kiss. You let him walk you to the bed and sit you down, never once letting go of him as he keeps his skin on yours.

You want to ask him a million questions when you finally pull away, but your eyes shift to the beaded necklace around his neck and you recognize it immediately. Rubbing the rosary between your fingers and his chest, you look into his eyes once more and understand what he was silently telling you. What’s been hidden in those venomous words he’d thrown at you ever since you joined the company.

“Pero.”

“Mi amor, forgive me. I never wished to hurt you so. I- I hoped that you’d one day return my feelings but- I...mierda. I tried to come to terms with your vows and I failed. I’ve been selfish and… last night was, it was- it was the best night of my life. But I knew that you would regret it once you woke up and I couldn’t be there when you looked at me with mistrust. I wish I could tell you that I regretted it...you weren’t yourself and it was, it was against your will. But I wouldn’t take back a single moment. Not one. You were finally in my arms querida and it was everything I’ve prayed for.” Your heart is beating violently at your chest and you swear he can probably hear it.

“Pero, I- I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long. I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t you.” Your confession is enough to break down all of the walls he’s built ever since you came into his life and he’s smiling at you before he remembers how you came to this moment. You frown when you watch his smile fade and he turns away from you.

“No hermosa. I- I cannot do this to you. Last night was...forced. I cannot tempt you to break your vows again. I love you Y/N. More than you will ever know. I cannot be the one to come between you and your God again.” You cease to breathe when you hear him admit that he loves you with immense ease. And you decide then and there what you want.

“Pero, I do not see a life for myself where you are not in it. Where I am not sleeping in your arms every night. I cannot lie to myself anymore. I- I love you. You have my heart. Believe me when I tell you that I choose this for myself.” Your words ignite a fire in Tovar’s chest and he almost cries at what you were willing to do for him.

Silence grows between the two of you before Tovar breaks it.

“Marry me.”

“W-what?”

“Marry me hermosa. Marry me and you do not have to disobey your God, and I- I will be with you until the day I die.” His exclamation is beyond shocking and you’re not sure what to make of it because as far as you can tell, he is right.

“Tovar, I- you must understand that you need to be baptized to marry me?” You’re not sure why you ask him such a question but you want to be certain he understands what he is walking into.

“No I do not cariño, I’ve already been baptized when I was a young boy.”

“You’re Catholic?”

“By birth...but you know as well as I that I have not practiced in a long time. I- I can try to if you wish me t-”

“I could never force you to do something your heart does not long for. As far as I know, and in the eyes of the church, you need only be baptized.” You shrug, your mind already running with thoughts of how the Priest in the village would react when you return to him alongside Tovar.

“So you will marry me?” Tovar is beaming with joy at your rationale and he’s squeezing your hands, praying you would end his agony and agree to become his wife.

“Yes, a thousand times yes.” You jump into his arms and meet his lips once more, savoring the natural taste of them and moaning against him as he deepens the kiss and twists his tongue across yours. You feel his hands skimming down your form and you sigh when he grabs your backside and pulls you into his lap until you’re straddling him.

“Tell me mi amor, is it a sin if I make love to my future wife?” He’s kissing down your chin and nipping at your neck, making it difficult for you to form a coherent thought yet again.

“Hmm, I’m not- oh God...I don’t know Pero. But- I...I’m sure it’s nothing I can’t confess about later.” You squeal when Tovar turns the two of you around and pushes you beneath him. There is a dangerous glint in his eyes and you twist your fingers in his hair to bring him closer to you.

“In that case,” Tovar looks up towards the ceiling and you raise a curious eyebrow at him before he returns his attention to you once more, “forgive me Father, for I am about to sin.”

Translations (please message me to correct the Spanish): Princesa - Princess ¡Váyase! - Go away! Buenas noches - Good night. Mierda - Shit Cállate - Shut up. Hijo de puta madre - Son of a bitch. Querida - Sweetheart Hermosa - Beautiful No importa - It’s not important or it doesn’t matter. Lo siento - I'm sorry. De nada - You’re welcome. Padre - Father Sí - Yes Perdóname - Forgive me. Magnífico - Magnificent Dios mío - My god Cariño - Dear/Honey Escupe - Spit (imperative form) Mi amor - My love/My sweetheart Relájate - Relax (imperative form) Mi cielo - My heaven Eres perfecto - You’re perfect. Te amo más de lo que nunca sabrás. - I love you more than you’ll ever know. Ven aquí y bésame! - Come here and kiss me!

Biblical References (because I can’t not footnote and I am shameless) Matthew 6:14-15, Psalm 6, Psalm 121, Galatians 5:17, 1 Corinthians 3:16-17, Psalm 3, Psalm 23, Psalm 26, 1 Thessalonians 4:3, Matthew 7:7-8, John 8:32, Psalm 57, Psalm 69, Proverbs 6:25, Exodus 20:14, Matthew 5:28, Psalm 51

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