WHAT IF (NAME) RETURNED TO THE OTHER WORLD?

(a/n: in this ending, the reader never got stuck back in the other world and lived in the real world but got stuck in the portal bc eric is a scumbag)

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3RD PERSON POV. THE PINK PALACE APARTMENTS, ASHLAND, OREGON, USA

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THE WEEKS HAD DWINDLED BY PAINFULLY SLOWLY. (Name) sat, perched like a caged bird, on the window seat in her and Eric's bedroom, gazing out at the outside world. It was cloudy today. The sky was enveloped by a myriad of dull, monochromatic clouds, blocking the sun's gentle touch from the sparse land that surrounded the Pink Palace Apartments. Leela sat loyally by her owner, adorning her usual bright red collar, whilst the newly adopted cat sat on his owner's other side.

Each animal got an occasional pet or a scratch behind the ear. Six months after the defeat of The Incubus, (Name) felt void of emotions. After defeating a malevolent creature, (Name) had expected to feel victorious and free. Happy. At the maximum, (Name) felt a sore loss. Like everything wasn't as it seemed. She let out a long exhale, as the sun blossomed from behind the thick, grey clouds that floated like fish in a pond.

It was the genesis of May, specifically the 1st of May. April had silently come and gone in that time. Like a thief in the night. The young woman felt that something wasn't right. Her eyes glanced over at the drawer attached to her bedside table. (Name) slowly stood up, earning her a strange look from the dog and cat. She slowly ventured over to the drawer, feet treading softly against the wooden floor, which creaked softly as she did so.

Her shaking hand reached for the round knob that was the drawer's handle. She screwed her eyes shut and quickly opened the drawer. Her eyes fluttered open, only to widen with shock. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Her mouth became agape. Fear and terror crept down her spine and rested wickedly in the pit of her stomach. The key was gone. The drawer was empty.

Desperately, (Name) raced out of the bedroom and down the stairs. The house was strangely quiet. Eerily quiet. Chills raced down (Name)'s spine as laboured breaths shallowly escaped her lips. She'd heard Eric's loud voice over the phone downstairs a second ago...what'd changed? "Eric?!" she yelled desperately, "Eric?! Goddamn it! Eric!?".

Silence. Complete and utter silence. The silence was so thick that you cut it up and serve it as a slice of cake. It was harrowing. Solace wreaked in the air, looming menacingly. It almost taunted (Name), laughing at her desperate attempts to locate her soon-to-be husband. Then her glance titled over to the living room door. It was ajar.

She silently edged her way over to the ajar door. Her heart drummed loudly in her chest, she thought she'd faint. Her fingernails dug ruthlessly into the skin of her palms, creating crescent-shaped indents on her palms. Her eyes were wide, pupils grew gigantic, ablaze and alive with the sense of pure fear. Something she'd not felt in so long.

A shaky, sharp breath escaped her breath. She felt the warm air fanning against her lips as it escaped her nostrils. Her hand pushed the living room door open, revealing the sight that made her stomach churn with terror. The little door, visually harmless, in the corner wall was unlocked. The key sat in the keyhole, the onyx colour with its black button on the end taunting her, mocking her victory.

It sat open at a ninety-degree angle. The glowing luminescence of the myriad of violet and indigo hues danced angelically against the macabre, off-white wallpaper of the living room. With her head held high and breath hitched, she made her way nervously over to the little door. On her hands and knees, she crouched down and gazed down at the portal. The very utopic appearance of the portal had mystified and reeled her for the very first time.

Now, it just made her feel the purest of fear. Eric barely acknowledged the door's existence, stating it should be kept locked as he'd found "rat crap" around the apartment after it'd been opened the first time. She let out a breath that she forgot she'd even been holding. And she did the last thing she wanted to do. She crawled forward. Into the belly of the beast.

The portal was just as dazzling as it'd been the first and second times she'd escaped into Eros' perfect parallel world. Her vision was enveloped by the glistening hues of cerulean and lilac, almost hypnotizing her into crawling further forward. Forever. She quickly shook her head and crawled forward.

Then the door behind her shut. Frantically, she turned around to find the door she'd come from closed. The lock clicked. Quickly, she crawled back towards the door. She peered through the keyhole to find Eric, the bastard, with the key in his hand. She pounded her fists against the door, fear blinding and clouding her mind.

Her breathing became erratic as her fists continued to desperately pound her clenched fists against the door. Eric seemed oblivious to the noise. The pounding on the door fell on deaf ears. "ERIC!" (Name) screamed, tears falling down her cheeks, "ERIC! FOR FUCK'S SAKE! I'M IN HERE! ERIC! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! ERIC!".

She screamed and cried until her throat began to ache and her voice went hoarse. Her hands were alive with bruises, purple and red, which were splotched on her skin. She turned around and slumped against the door, hugging her knees and burying her sobbing face in her arms. Her tears stained the material of her long-sleeved top as she cried.

"Darling~" the angelic, silk-smooth voice dragged her from her crying. It was the last thing she wanted to hear. But, at that moment Eros was her saving grace.

"No," she murmured, "Not you. Go away!".

"You can't stay in there forever, my dove~" Eros cooed, "He can't hear you,".

He had changed his appearance. Instead of looking like Eric, he'd changed his appearance. Instead of Eric's square jawline, unruly black curls and sharp emerald eyes, he instead stood six feet tall with cerulean-coloured eyes, that reminded (Name) of the ocean. You could get lost in them. Above it, all was a halo of gorgeous honey-blond waves. He looked like an angel dressed in all white with black shoes.

"I gathered that you psycho," (Name) snapped, "Leave me alone!".

Eros sharply inhaled. (Name) felt like a bug trapped on a windshield as Eros began to crawl forward into the portal. He crouched opposite (Name), who tried to distance herself from him as much as physically possible within the cramped space. "As I said, darling~" he cooed, bringing his large hand to cup (Name)'s cheek, "You can't stay in here forever. Now, come on. I won't pressure you into exiting the portal, but I do intend to bandage those hands~".

She looked down at her hands. Her knuckles were red and raw with splits and cuts etched into her skin. She sighed. She gave in. Just like he'd wanted her to before. Eros had crawled out of the portal, awaiting her in the frame of the portal. (Name) bitterly sighed, crawling forward. She exited the portal. Eros offered his hand to help her up, which she begrudgingly took.

She retracted her hand from his as soon as she stood upright. (Name) glanced around at the living room. It looked like it had before, without all the bug furniture. Just like it had when she first came through the portal. He led her into the yellow-tiled kitchen. She sat down at the table as he went under the sink and pulled out a green first aid kit.

Sitting next to her, he opened the First Aid kit and used some disinfectant to clean the scrapes and cuts on her knuckles. She winced at the contact. He eventually bandaged her knuckles. His touch was cold...yet still as soft as ever. He cared about her. Loved her. In his twisted way. "You got any wine?" she asked, making Eros raise an eyebrow, "I need a drink,".

"Of course, my love~". The button-eyed man stood up pristinely and approached the fridge. He plucked a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured two glasses. The rouge liquid swirly elegantly in the glasses. He handed (Name) the first glass, which she thanked him for.

She took a sip of the alcoholic beverage. "God..." she murmured, "Things've just been...terrible. Admitantly. The divorce process is difficult, as we're arguing over custody of Leela, the dog, and our newly adopted, Cat. And I thought you only had one hand and...I thought you didn't have button eyes anymore,".

He waved her comment off with a swish of his hand. "You're so silly, going back to him, darling~" he cooed, "This is my world. It's my design. I reattached my hand and just had to sew some new buttons. Easy as pie. And besides the point, I'd been meaning to sew some new ones anyway~".

(Name) laughed at his last comment, covering her mouth with her hand. Eros was delighted to hear her melodic, bell-like laugh. The two continued to talk over the wine, exchanging banter and laughing. She liked this side of him. She recalled the budding feelings she'd developed for him when he'd shown her the garden he'd created for her. She'd missed him, not that she'd admit it out loud, like this.

Eros' hand graced (Name)'s own. She froze, laughter stopping. Her eyes pierced his hand atop hers. "I'm sorry, my dove~," he said, retracting his hand from her own, "I didn't mean to upset you or disrespect your boundaries in any way-".

He was cut off when (Name) kissed him. Stunned, he melted into the kiss a second later. Tongues clashed, fighting for dominance as their lips locked. Their eyes fluttered shut. Eros' large hands cupped her cheeks. They stood up, still kissing passionately. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his hips.

She cast her old thoughts aside and her mind was consumed by the lust that currently invaded her thoughts. The kiss broke, looking into each other's eyes. "Well?" (Name) asked, "I didn't say to stop,". Eros took the invitation and continued to passionately kiss her. He swallowed her soft moans and mewls as he continued to passionately kiss her.

He carried her bridal style into the living room. As if on cue, the fireplace burst to life, roaring with gorgeous, blossoming orange flames. He laid her gently against the fur rug near the fireplace as she squealed. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his slightly toned body. "Wait," he said, "Do I have your consent?".

(Name)'s heart melted. She loved how he asked for consent. She feverishly nodded. Her hands reached up and unbuckled his belt, sliding his trousers down his thighs, to reveal tight black boxers, which accentuated his erection. (Name) had removed her clothes, which joined a strewn pile of Eros' own.

He palmed her breasts through her black bra as his lips attacked her neck, peppering it with feverish kisses. She moaned softly as she pressed kisses to his jawline. Eros let out a moan as (Name)'s hand grabbed his arse. Their lips joined another kiss, sloppier than the first, but passionate nonetheless.

He removed his boxers, revealing his large cock which leaked with precum. Her pupils were blown wide as she took his cock. It was thick, veiny and large, at least 9 inches. Feverishly, she nodded. His large finger pressed against her entrance, which was slick with arousal. She moaned loudly at the contact.

He removed her underwear and began to press kisses to her inner thigh. "Gorgeous," he murmured as his tongue began to lap at her wetness, making her let out a string of mewls and moans. He savoured her as if she were a divine being. Like a goddess. His nose brushed against her clit, making her moan even louder.

Eventually, he removed his face from her folds. He readied himself, latching his hands onto his hips. "Fuck yeah~" she moaned, "You've got my consent- fuck! Just, fuck me!". Eros' cock brushed her entrance before slamming into her. She moaned, bucking her hips. She needed him.

He moaned into her nape, pressing kisses to her neck as (Name)'s fingernails dug into his shoulders. His pace started slowly but progressively got faster. And harder. Eventually, they both came, revelling in their joint orgasms. In a mess of moans and passion. He withdrew himself from her as they just laid down, naked on the rug, cuddling.

He kissed her forehead lovingly as his large hands held her close to him. "I love you," she admitted. Eros smiled happily, "I'll stay here...forever. I'll never go back to Eric. I just want you...just don't sew the buttons into my eyes yet and I'll be with you forever,".

Eros smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "That's all I wanted," Eros admitted, "For you to love me. And stay with me here forever. As my beloved wife. And whenever you're ready for the buttons, we'll talk about it?".

"Can they be any colour?" she asked, "The buttons? Like (favourite colour) buttons?".

Eros smiled. "If it means you stay," he mused, "Then the buttons would be any colour you want, my dove,".

FIN

(A/N: I've never written smut before so I'm sorry if it's super shit lmao).