#HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FOUND THIS FIC AGAIN

[little-paper-man]

FINALS ARE DONE! \〒▽〒/

time to crash for a week until my poor poor braincells recuperate

[kthologue]

head over heels – jason todd

synopsis. jason todd is smitten and everyone is tired of it 

contents. fluff, ooc?, so much banter and pining its painful, like can they just kiss already

notes. short moments i had written but decided to combine into one fic. maybe i'll make a pt 2. not proofread...

There have only been a few occasions where Jason’s family has seen him smile. And even then, it was usually a sick smirk as he wreaked havoc on his enemies. So, imagine their shock when they watch their brooding, battle-hardened brother smile at you, of all people.

You.

His sworn enemy. A dramatic title, sure, but fitting. Ever since the two of you met, you had butted heads at every opportunity. Your strong personalities clashed and neither of you were willing to back down. In fact, you had become a fixture in each other’s lives. Two forces of nature neither could ignore.

And right now, the storm was brewing once again.

"You were in my territory again, asshole!" You jab a finger into his chest, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

Jason scoffs, arms crossing as he looms over you. "Your territory? Last time I checked, Bruce took it away after that drug ring went out of control. Don't think you can handle it alone, sweetheart."

Your jaw drops. "Excuse me?!" Your voice pitches up, outrage and disbelief mixing together as your hands curl into fists at your sides.

On the sidelines, Dick nudges Damian toward the exit of the Batcave. "We should go before it gets violent."

"That, or they're finally going to kiss," Tim mutters, eyes glued to the scene. It’s like watching a car crash– horrific, yet impossible to look away from.

Jason doesn’t acknowledge them. He’s too busy watching you, his entire focus drawn to the way your face contorts in frustration, how your lips part as you struggle for a retort.

"You heard me," Jason says, tilting his head slightly, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "You were wounded when we found you. Wounded, and alone."

You huff, crossing your arms as if that could protect you from the memory. "I was fine."

Jason gives an exasperated laugh, running a hand through his hair. "You call a gunshot wound fine?"

"Just a gunshot wound," you correct, jaw tightening. "Nothing new around here."

"Just a gunshot wound?!" Jason repeats, incredulous. "I had to carry your stubborn ass out of there!"

"I didn't ask you to!"

Jason exhales sharply through his nose, nostrils flaring. "Yeah, well, it’s not like I wasn’t going to!"

The argument should feel tense. But instead, there's a crackling undercurrent, something unspoken lingering in the space between you.

What you don’t see, what everyone else in the Cave does is the way Jason is looking at you. Not with his usual scowl, not with the biting irritation that fuels your bickering, but something softer. 

A smile ghosts across his lips. It’s subtle, but there nonetheless. Like a cat discreetly preening under attention, soaking in every word, every ounce of energy you throw his way.

And the moment his siblings notice, chaos erupts.

“Holy shit,” Tim whispers, eyes wide.

Dick sucks in a breath like he’s just witnessed something forbidden.

Damian, ever the blunt one, sneers. "Disgusting."

Jason barely notices. He’s too busy watching you, fighting the way his lips twitch up again as you huff and look away, cheeks a little warmer than before.

“You are absolutely insufferable, Todd.”

His smile widens, “You know you love it.”

Turns out, you and Jason can't even be within a fifty mile radius of each other without making everyone around you feel strangely uncomfortable.

Dick makes a mental note to never let the two of you spar again. At least, not with an audience. Whenever you and Jason were in the same space, the rest of the world might as well not exist. And the tension. It was painfully suffocating.

The Batcave was dead silent except for the sound of heavy breathing and the sharp clash of fists meeting blocks. Everyone had been watching for the past twenty minutes as you and Jason fought, your movements sharp and teetering between training and an actual fight.

To be fair, no one expected the two of you to take it easy on each other. You never had before.

Jason wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after you landed a solid hit to his jaw. Instead of being pissed, though, he grinned. It was a dangerous thing that made your stomach do an annoying little flip.

"Not bad," he admitted, rolling his shoulders.

You smirked. "Starting to sound impressed, Todd."

Jason lunged, and before you could dodge, he swept your legs out from under you. You barely had time to brace yourself before your back hit the mat, the air leaving your lungs in a sharp exhale. In the next second, Jason was above you, his body caging you in, pinning your wrists down on either side of your head.

And suddenly, everything felt different.

The heat between you wasn’t just from exertion anymore. The way he was looking at you with his weight pressing down just enough to make your breath catch, it wasn’t just about winning a fight.

"Not starting to," Jason murmured, voice lower now, more serious. "I’ve been impressed."

Your throat went dry.

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, but you didn’t dare look away from Jason. His pupils were blown wide, chest rising and falling against yours, and… 

Oh. Oh no.

He was smiling. And it wasn't a smirk. It was a real, genuine smile.

And worst of all, you found yourself smiling back.

The two of you stayed locked in a daze until you heard a cough in the background, a sharp reminder that the two of you were not alone. It knocks you out of your trance.

You take his short moment of weakness to headbutt him, leaving the male in a daze. Without wasting the split second advantage, it was your turn to pin him down.

“I guess I could say the same for you,” you shrug. “Could be better, but satisfactory.”

Jason groans at the impact of your forehead on his, “Has anyone ever told you that you have a hard head?”

“Yeah,” you snort, looking down at Jason. “You.”

Jason lets out a breathy chuckle beneath you, eyes still unfocused from the headbutt. "Yeah, well. Doesn't make it any less annoying."

You shift slightly, keeping his wrists pinned to the mat, and his grip tightens under your hands. It was instinctual, a sign that he isn’t actually letting you win. His chest rises and falls beneath yours, warm despite the cool air of the cave.

And then, there it is again. That rare, infuriatingly soft smile that no one ever sees.

You freeze for half a second. It’s barely noticeable, but Jason doesn’t miss a thing. His smirk stretches just a little wider, eyes gleaming in that way that makes your stomach twist.

"What?" he drawls, voice lower now, amused. "Distracted?"

You shove off him with a huff, standing up as fast as possible. Jason barely has time to react before you're already a few steps away, arms crossed, pretending like that moment didn’t just happen.

But Jason is still on the ground, propped up on his elbows, looking far too pleased with himself.

Dick, who had been trying very hard to mind his business, sighs dramatically. "For the love of God, just kiss already."

You whip around, glaring. "Gross! Nobody asked you, Grayson!"

Jason, still grinning like an idiot, finally hauls himself to his feet, rubbing the spot on his forehead where you hit him. "Y'know, for someone who acts like they hate me, you sure do love touching me."

You glare at him for enabling their behavior. "That's not true, and you know it."

Jason steps closer, slow, deliberate. Not enough to be threatening, but enough that the air between you tense again. Enough that you feel the heat radiating off him.

He’s still smiling.

Your breath catches.

Jason tilts his head. "Something wrong?"

You curse under your breath, shove past him, and stomp out of the Batcave without another word.

Jason watches you go, still rubbing his forehead, still smiling.

Tim exhales, shaking his head. "That was painful to watch."

Jason just chuckles. "Yeah," he mutters to himself, grin still lingering. "It was."

2 a.m. stakeouts were the worst.

It was cold and boring, the kind of hours that made you question why you even did this hero thing in the first place. To make matters worse, you were stuck on patrol with Jason, so there was no semblance of peace in the quiet Gotham night.

By the time you and Jason finally wrapped up surveillance, both of you were starving. There wasn’t a debate about it, just a silent agreement as he gunned his motorcycle toward a late-night diner on the outskirts of Gotham.

Now, you were sitting across from him in a vinyl booth, watching in mild horror as he absolutely demolished a double bacon cheeseburger.

"You eat like you just got out of prison," you observed, idly stirring your milkshake with a straw.

Jason wiped his mouth with a napkin, raising an eyebrow. "And?"

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your shake. "Nothing. Just surprised you have manners at all."

Jason chuckled, low and warm, shaking his head. And then, before you could process it, there it was again.

That damn smile. It was the kind of expression no one ever saw on him. The kind of smile that didn’t belong to Gotham’s deadliest vigilante.

The kind of smile that, apparently, only appeared when he was with you.

You felt your pulse stutter in your throat, caught completely off guard.

Jason must’ve noticed, because his smirk returned instantly, cocking his head, surging with a newfound sense of confidence. And you're not sure if you like that. "Like what you see?"

Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. "You wish."

Jason leaned back against the booth, arms stretching over the seat as he regarded you with amusement. "Yeah," he said, way too casually, "I do."

You nearly choked on your fries, “Geez, Todd. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were flirting with me.”

Jason raises an eyebrow.

“And if I was?”

“I would have to check to see where the real Jason is.”

“He’s right here.”

You eye him suspiciously. 

Jason watches you carefully, his smirk still in place but not as sharp, not as mocking. There’s something else there. It’s something you can’t quite place, something that makes your pulse stutter.

"You’re acting weird," you say, pointing a fry at him. "Where’s all the unnecessary aggression? The brooding?"

Jason exhales, shaking his head. "Maybe I just don’t feel like fighting tonight."

You raise a brow, popping the fry into your mouth. "That’s a first."

He leans back against the booth, arms stretching lazily over the seat, but there’s tension in his shoulders, in his fingers tapping idly against the vinyl. "Yeah, well," he muses, eyes flicking to you, "arguing with you is exhausting."

"You love arguing with me," you counter easily, leaning back to mirror his posture. "You start half of them."

Jason hums, tilting his head as if considering it. "Maybe," he allows. Then, after a beat, "Maybe I just like getting a rise out of you."

Your breath catches for half a second. 

Jason’s watching you now, really watching you, his gaze too steady, too knowing.

You force a scoff. "So what I’m hearing is, you’re an instigator."

Jason grins at that, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "You always read too much into things," he says, but there’s no real bite to it. If anything, he almost sounds amused.

Your stomach twists uncomfortably. You blame the fries.

Silence stretches between you, not awkward, but charged. There’s an awareness now, a shift in the air, like something unspoken lingers just beneath the surface.

Jason looks at you, and for the first time tonight, his smirk fades—not completely, but just enough.

Just enough that the teasing falls away. Just enough that you catch a glimpse of something softer.

Something terrifying.

You don’t know who looks away first, but when you do, your heart is hammering a little too hard against your ribs.

Jason clears his throat, reaching for his drink. "So," he says, back to casual, back to easy, "you gonna finish your fries or what?"

You huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you push the basket toward him. "Knock yourself out, tough guy."

Jason takes one, popping it into his mouth. He doesn’t say anything else, but when you glance at him again, there’s that damn smile.

It’s subtle, but it was just for you.

Across the comms, Dick sighs, exasperated but entertained. “Do they have any idea we can all hear them?”

[san8ny]

can you pls write nerdy ellie? it can be sfw or nsfw

HOT! HOT!

?: Ellie is alot of things: She’s well articulated, She’s liked around campus, but for the life of her, she cannot get laid. It’s gotten pretty embarrassing, maybe you can help? - NSFW - Excuse me for any spell checks!

!: My mutuals have really yummy fics about nerd!Ellie so please let me know if you’d like any recommendations. - Thank you for your anon, means sm to me baby

You stare at her with an incredulous expression, the sight alone being one of pure unbridled shock upon this new-found discovery.

“Never?”

“Never.”

She reaffirms after you, running a nervous hand through her auburn tresses to ease the silent tension in the air. Ellie Williams, all around “good at fucking anything,” is a virgin. The thought alone was something that poked curiosity and incredulity. You knew she was quite kept to herself, often times busying with books and videogames, but this was something you didn’t expect. I mean, she was with Dina at one point.

You don’t want to make her make her more uncomfortable than the topic is, so you give her some form of comfort; “It’s quite normal, honestly, I don’t even blame you in this society.”

That earns you a laugh and a slight snort from her, throwing her head slightly back. “Yeah?”

You return a chuckle, shrugging, “Yeah, but you’ve atleast kissed before, right?

She immediately quiets down, olive-toned cheeks flushing with a light wash of embarrassment.

Holy fuck.

If you weren’t shocked before, you were gawking now.

“D-don’t look at me like that, man..” She groans, tossing her glasses onto the coffee table as she buries her face in a nearby decorative throw-pillow. “No, no— I don’t mean in a bad way, just surprised.”

“Surprised?” She murmurs softly, staring at the dim dorm lightbulb that hangs above them, “That’s a first. Dina usually calls me forcibly celibate.”

You want to curse yourself at the noise you let out, eyes watering as you slap your mouth with a cupped palm. Ellie side-eyes you with a scoff as she gets up from her seat, “Yeah, Yeah, Alright—“

“I’ll be serious! I promise.” You call out, reaching for her wrist to sit her back down, to which she does.

“Have you ever, like, considered it, though?”

Her interest piques at this turn, reaching for her glasses back, “What? Having sex?”

Well, duh.

Ellie hums, thinking about it for a second, “I wouldn’t be opposed to it..” She trails off, wiping her lenses with the corner of her graphic-tee, before putting them on. “Only to someone I really like.”

“Aw, that’s actually really sweet, I actually had a friend once who—

“Which is why I want you to fuck me.” She bluntly puts, staring at you four-eyed.

. . .

“Come again?” You cock your head out, “You want me to..?”

She inches forward, nodding like a bobblehead, “Yeah! It makes sense. You’re my friend, and I like you, so it’ll work.” You sigh, shaking your head, “Ells, it doesn’t work like that. What if you regret it?”

“So you’d agree to it if I don’t regret it?” She smiles, tone a bit ecstatic as she sees you entertain the idea.

She really was putting you on the spot, huh?

You stare at her for a bit, studying her face. She seemed enthusiastic about getting the opportunity to even lay hands on your soft skin. Saying you were pretty was an understatement, you were the epitome of wet-dreams; She was head over heels pretty much in-love with you, and the idea of even losing such a prize position like her virginity to you symbolized things she could only dream about.

You roll your eyes as you both kneel on her mattress, her fiddling with your bra like it’s the most complicated thing. “This shit is a death machine, holy smokes.”

Holy smokes?

When she finally succeeds, she’s jittery and giggling to herself, scooting back into the pillows to get a good look at your beautiful breasts. “They’re so fucking hot, ohmygod..” Next thing you know, she’s cupping them softly, kneading the fleshy dough in circular motions, gaze fixed on the way your back arches ever so slightly, eyes fluttering. So she is doing something, right?

She leans her head down, giving your perked areolas experimental licks, opting to suckle them when you give her the green. Your hand finds itself buried in her hair, massaging her tender scalp while she works her tongue on your sensitive buds, closing her own eyes at the pure idea she might be making you feel good.

After a while, you pull her off your tits, pushing her down onto the sheets as she looks at you confused. Poor baby doesn’t understand sex is transactional because she’s too busy giving you her all. You smile softly, leaning over her, legs on each side of her torso as you give her a kiss on the lips, the brief ‘smooch’ sound music to her ears as she opens her heavy lidded eyes back again; they’re filled with neediness, a surge of wanting to be touched more.

By the time you’ve readied her for the real thing, littering her body in soft bruising marks, her voice slightly higher pitched with each ‘uhn!’ she lets out, brows scrunched together and lips slightly ajar, coated in a sheen of saliva from how you kiss her with reassurance you’ll take care of her— she’s telling you with pants, no, begging— “P-please, baby? ‘Can’t take it anymore..”

She means her bottoms, fabric cruely soaked and covered in her own arousal from all the attention you’ve been giving her; Ellie feels lightheaded, tears brimming her crinkled eyes when you thumb her through her boxers. However, words cannot explain the feeling that rushes through her when you lean down and lick a fat strip through the cloth, eyes locked on hers. She hiccups a gasp, shuddering as the cold air hits her mound when you pull the elastic band from the side.

“I wanted to eat it through it, but I think you’re a bit impatient for that, so i’ll cut to what you want.” You whisper, warm breath fanning over her sensitive pussy. By the time you dig in, she’s whining at volumes you literally need to reach up her torso and cover her mouth.

“Uhn! Uhn—! F-fuck—?”

What sorcery did you have on her? Genuinely? She can’t believe she’s been withholding herself from such pleasure, your tongue trudging through her gummy folds making her want to die and come back again. She can barely even think straight, letting out muffled wails against your hand, saliva seeping through and rolling down your wrist in dribbles. You’d be disgusted, but the sight alone boosts your ego, you had her whipped.

Was it mentioned she’s already orgasmed before you even went near her cunt? That’s right, she already came once while you two were kissing. You definitely knew she’d atleast finish early, but damn were you surprised when she shook against you, humming against your lips rhythmatically.

“Am I making you feel good, baby? Can you talk f’me?”

She could barely hear you, and here you were, asking damn questions. Nonetheless, she gives you a small huff in response; alluding that she was somewhat conscious.

Once you deliver her to cum, she’s shivering against the sheets, balling her fists up as you rip both a cry, and orgasm out of her. “A-Ahnnnn..?!.”

Rest of the night, you two went at it like animals; Ellie insisting you teach her everything there was to know about sex in a singular sitting— ..fucking? To say you both tired eachother out would be an underemphasis.

You ruined her.

When you both seemingly knock out, well, atleast you, she slowly sits up, biting her bottom lip in anticipation as she gazes around your naked body, you were gonna sleep over..

She seems more excited at the prospect you’ll stay the night than the fact you two have been literally keeping the entire female dormitory quarters up— likely going to be hit with a personal visit by the RA.

Who cares, not Ellie for sure. She’ll happily flaunt the fact she’s (finally) got some, just to show off.

God, was she a geek.

[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

can you please do a face riding fic with logan and fem reader???

say less🫡

riding logans face - logan howlett x fem!reader

NSFW! MDNI!

"C'mere baby," beckoned Logan. "I wanna taste you."

The huskiness of his voice made your insides burn with desire for him. You didn't wait a single second crawling over the bed to where he was laying, propped up with his back against the wall. You situated yourself beside him and slowly spread your legs open, expecting him to move and go down on you, but he didn't.

"Logan?," you questioned, shooting him a confused look. Did he not just ask to give you head?

There was no response as you watched him slide down against the pillows until he was laid almost flat, head slightly angled against the pillow behind him. With two fingers, he brought them to his chin and tapped. He was motioning you to sit on his face. Your mouth dropped. "Logan, I don't know about that."

"What'ya worried about Bub?"

"I mean," you stammered, "I don't wanna like- suffocate you."

The broody man rolled his eyes at you. "Do I look like I give a fuck?" He continued before you could protest again. "Now, stop being stubborn and sit on my face."

Hell, you couldn't argue with that.

You sat up and swung one leg over the side of his face, hovering above him. Only a couple of inches separated the two of you. A growl rose in his throat. "I told you to sit on my face doll." There was an undertone of annoyance in his voice. He didn't like to ask twice. "Let me help you out." With this, he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you down on him. He buried his nose in your cunt, taking a long inhale of your scent. A groan left his lips and vibrated against your core.

You moaned at this sudden contact and lost complete control of yourself. Your full weight was sat on him as he began working at your clit. The lap of his tongue against your clit at this angle felt different and heavenly. You pressed your hands against the wall in front of you above the bed frame for stability.

"I wanna be fucking buried in this pussy," Logan growled between swipes of your pussy.

His tongue found your entrance and forced itself in, lapping at your walls. He ate you like he was starved and you were his last meal. As his tongue slid out, he flattened it and licked a slow stripe back up to your throbbing clit. You felt him start flicking it back and forth against it horizontally and you cried out his name. "Fuck Logan, I'm gonna cum."

Still buried in your pussy, he encouraged you towards your release. "Do it baby, cum on my fucking face."

You let yourself unravel on top of him, screaming his name. He continued with his tongue against your clit until you started to fall from your climax, in which he responded by nuzzling his face back and forth against your pussy, covering himself in your cum. You shook as you finally slid down, laying on top of him.

"Holy shit," you sighed with disbelief. "That was fucking amazing."

You glanced up at him to see his face and beard glistening with the remnants of you. "You look like a mess."

He ran his tongue over his lips, savoring every last bit of your taste. "Now don't you ever doubt me again, princess."

[fxllfaiiry]

❥ It's so sweet, knowing that you love me

★ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

★ summary: miguel knows you're pregnant, the only problem is he doesn't know how to to tell you. ─ or the time miguel found out before you.

★ warnings: fluff!! usage of many pet names, angst if you squint, miguel being a simp for his wife, pregnancy stuff, swearing, some shitty humor.

★ notes: there aren't enough dad and husband miguel fics out there so i had to write this!! icon credits: @/natashowlet

Miguel knew something was off, he’s known for days.

You’ve recently been throwing up, having odd cravings and random mood swings. At first, he thought you might be sick, you thought the same thing but now he knows it's not that. You were definitely pregnant. Everything adds up, and all of it made sense, then again he could be totally wrong. 

He made up his mind to try and talk to you once you returned home, he would surprise you with a romantic dinner and bring up the subject. He had about an hour to prepare everything. 

Well, that's what he thought, the second he got up to start preparing, you waltzed in through the door. 

“Mi Amor, I’m home.” Why are you home this early? He wanted to surprise you. 

“Mami, why are you home so early?” He says pulling you into a bear hug, usually, he would squish you completely but right now he wasn't sure that’d be the best idea. 

“What, aren't you happy to see me?” You chuckle. 

“No, no I'm really happy, I was just gonna cook you a surprise dinner that's all,”  he replies bashfully

“Aw, that's so sweet.” You threw your arms around him, placing kisses wherever you could reach. “I have the best husband ever.” 

“And I have the most amazing wife, now come on let’s go make something to eat.” He scoops you up in his arms and carries you bridal style towards the kitchen. He desperately wants to bring up the topic of you possibly being pregnant but now was not the best time, he didn't want to ruin the moment. 

This conversation could wait till tomorrow, right now he just wanted to enjoy some time with his wife.  

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Good night, Miggy.” His head was buried into your neck, his arms were secured somewhat tightly around your belly, and your smaller hands were coving his bigger ones. 

He thought about bringing up the topic right now but quickly scratched off that idea.

He was so tired from the day's activities, he could fall asleep instantly.

He could hear you slowly drifting off, your breathing calming him down and lulling him into slumber... well almost. 

Just as he was on the verge of falling asleep he heard something ─ or rather someone. 

He could hear another heartbeat. Coming right from you. He thought he was going crazy at first, but the closer he listened, the clearer it got. He was right, you were pregnant.

Holy shit. You were pregnant. He was going to be a dad. 

In all this, it occurs to him that you didn't even know yet, he would have to tell you tomorrow no matter what.

He’s so happy. He finally has another chance, he won't mess up this time. He would do anything to protect you both.

But what if you didn't want kids just yet? The topic of kids has come up before and you both want them, but what if you changed your mind? There were so many things that could go wrong but Miguel tried to push all the negative thoughts away and focused on falling asleep. 

He slept like a baby that night. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

“So, honey, I was hoping to talk to you about something.” He avoided having the conversation all morning, now he needed to tell you. 

“What is it, Miggy?” You sit down looking at him expectantly. You could see that he was nervous, it was obvious by the way he was acting. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yes, everything is fine, mi corazón, don't worry.” How should he start? Should he just jump straight into it or start off slow? He should have thought about this before, well no time to do that now. 

He took a deep breath and it all came rushing out “I think, actually no, I know that you’re pregnant.”  

Silence. You were too stunned to speak. 

“Excuse me?” There was pure shock written all over your face, he would’ve laughed if the situation was different. 

“I heard 2 heartbeats last night, one was yours and the other one was -”

“Are you sure? I mean are you 100% sure? Maybe you heard something else?” You didn't want to get your hopes up just yet, you always wanted a baby with Miguel but if this turned out to be a false alarm you would be a little crushed. 

“I’m 9.99% sure. Bebé, if you want we can get a pregnancy test done?”

“Yeah okay, let’s do it.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

An hour later both of you stood in the bathroom. Three minutes felt like hours right now. 

You might be pregnant. This isn't some crazy dream.

“Bebé, if you don’t want to keep the baby I absolutely respect tha-” He’s still not sure if you’re happy with this or not. He was worried he messed up in some way. 

“No, I want to keep the baby but I just don't want to get my hopes up just yet. I definitely want to have a baby with you.” You wrap your arms around him, his scent calmed you down. You were going to be okay. 

“I want to have a baby with you too,” he whispers. 

You lean up to give him a kiss, your hands gently coming up to stoke his cheeks. Miguel pulled back and mutters, “I love you.”  

“Love you too.” A moment later you both heard the timer going off. This was it. 

You slowly step forward picking up the stick and turning it around. 

Positive. You were pregnant. 

“Well, what does it say?” This whole thing is making him feel so anxious. 

“We’re having a baby.” His wife is carrying his baby, this is real, he isn't dreaming. 

“I knew it! I was right.” He pulls you off the ground and into a hug, placing kisses all over your face while muttering small “thank you’s” and “I love you’s” 

“I can't believe we’re gonna have a mini O’Hara running around soon,” you giggle kissing his jawline. 

“She’s going to be just like her mother. ” Knowing a mix of you and him was going to be here soon made him feel content. 

“How do you know they're gonna be a girl, hm?” 

“Just… a small feeling.” His small feeling would be proven right 9 months later.

[fayelero]

— I TOLD YOU IM PREGNANT ! multiple

➥ pr : timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader; timeskip!bokuto x fem!reader; timeskip!suna x reader; timeskip!kageyama x fem!reader; timeskip!kuroo x reader

➥ syn : “I told you I’m pregnant” but not the prank

➥ tw : mention of pregnancy, and fluff

➥ a/n : found this TikTok and thought about how cute it was soooo here’s a fic :)

ATSUMU MIYA

The parking lot was quiet save for the distant sounds of volleyball practice ending. Atsumu had just finished a grueling training session with the MSBY Black Jackals, his blonde hair still damp with sweat as he slipped into the passenger seat of your car.

You were on a phone call, and he respectfully stayed silent, pulling out a water bottle and taking a long drink. His eyes were focused on the steering wheel, giving you privacy.

"Oh my god, guess what?" you suddenly exclaimed to whoever was on the other end of the line. Atsumu's ears perked up, curious about your excited tone.

Then, clear as day, he heard those words: "I think I'm pregnant."

Before he could process what he'd just heard, you had already stepped out of the car, closing the door behind you and walking a few paces away to continue your conversation in what seemed like a calmer environment.

Atsumu sat frozen, eyes wide as saucers, still gripping his water bottle. The silence of the car was suddenly overwhelming.

"BABY!" he finally called out, his voice a mix of shock and excitement. Then, realizing how he might have just potentially spooked you, he muttered, "What the fuckk..."

After a few moments of complete silence, Atsumu started talking to himself, his voice rising with each sentence.

"A baby? Me? A FATHER?" He pressed his palms against his cheeks, eyes wide. "Holy shit, holy shit HOLY SHIT, WAOUH." he slap the steering wheel.

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel. "Oh my god."

Then, suddenly remembering you were still outside, he rolled down the window.

"BABY!" he called out dramatically. "COME BACK IN THE CAR!"

When you didn't immediately respond, he continued his monologue.

"What if it's a boy? He's gonna be an AMAZING setter. Or a girl! She'll probably be just like her mama - smart and way too good for me, WOW" he chuckled to himself and slapped the dashboard.

Another pause. Then, louder: "HEY! ARE YOU DONE WITH YOUR CALL YET?"

He drummed his fingers nervously on the dashboard, then muttered, "Breathe, Atsumu. Breathe."

"BAAAABE!" he called out again, drawing out the word. "I HEARD SOMETHING INTERESTING OUT HERE!"

The parking lot remained quiet except for Atsumu's increasingly dramatic calls and his own nervous mumbling.

BOKUTO KOTARO

The MSBY Black Jackals' practice had just wrapped up, and Bokuto Koutarou was sprawled in the passenger seat of your car, chugging water after an intense training session. His wild hair was slightly dampened with sweat, sticking out in different directions as always.

You were on a phone call, and Bokuto, being considerate for once, sat quietly. His golden eyes were focused on a volleyball poster in the car, giving you privacy while he hydrated.

"Oh my god, guess what?" you suddenly exclaimed to whoever was on the other end of the line.

Bokuto's ears perked up, his attention immediately drawn to your excited tone.

Then, clear as day, he heard those words: "I think I'm pregnant.”

The timing could not have been more perfect - or disastrous. Mid-gulp, Bokuto's eyes went comically wide. The water he was drinking immediately went down the wrong pipe.

COUGH! HACK! SPUTTER!

Water sprayed everywhere - the windshield, the dashboard, his volleyball jersey. He was a walking (or sitting) water fountain of shock.

Before he could fully process what he'd heard, you had already stepped out of the car, closing the door behind you and walking a few paces away to continue your conversation in a calmer environment.

Bokuto sat there, partially drenched, eyes frozen in a state of pure, unadulterated shock. His mouth hung open slightly, one hand still gripping the water bottle, water dripping from his chin.

"Huh?" he whispered to the empty car. "Did I... what?"

He blinked. Once. Twice.

"PREGNANT?" he suddenly yelled, his voice cracking. "PREGNANT?!"

His hands started moving frantically, gesturing to absolutely nothing. One moment they were pressed against his cheeks, the next running through his wild hair, causing it to stick up even more dramatically.

"OH MY GOD," he muttered, then louder, "OH. MY. GOD." he slammed a hand on his armrest.

He looked around the car, as if the vehicle itself might have some answers. His volleyball bag stared back at him silently.

"Am I hearing things?" he asked the bag. The bag, unsurprisingly, offered no response.

He pinched himself. Hard.

"OW!" Bokuto yelped, then immediately whispered, "Nope. Not dreaming."

Another moment of silence.

Then, with the energy that only Bokuto could muster: "BAAAAABE!" he called out the window, "WHAT KIND OF BOMB ARE YOU DROPPING RIGHT NOW?!"

When no immediate response came, he started talking to himself, his voice rising and falling with dramatic flair.

"Pregnant. P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T," he spelled out slowly, as if the letters might reveal some hidden meaning. "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN RIGHT NOW?"

He began bouncing in the car seat, unable to contain his nervous energy. The water bottle rolled onto the floor, leaving a small puddle.

"BABE!" he called again, pressing his face dramatically against the car window. "DETAILS! I NEED DETAILS!"

His breath fogged up the glass, creating a comical circle of condensation.

"Did she say 'think'?" he muttered to himself. "THINK? What does THINK mean? IS THAT A MAYBE? A PROBABLY? A DEFINITELY?"

Bokuto's hands flew to his head again, gripping his hair. "I AM DYING HERE!"

Another pause.

"DYING!" he repeated to the empty car, for emphasis.

Outside, you continued your phone call, completely unaware of the hurricane of emotions happening inside the vehicle.

SUNA RINTAROU

The parking lot was quiet as Suna Rintarou slid into the passenger seat of your car. Fresh from EJP Raijin practice, he looked effortlessly cool, his hair slightly tousled. Without a word, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, then sat back quietly, respecting that you were on a phone call.

You were animatedly talking to someone, and Suna remained silent, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it casually.

"Oh my god, guess what?" you suddenly exclaimed to whoever was on the other end of the line. Suna's eyes flickered up momentarily, catching your excitement.

Then, clear as day, he heard those words: "I think I'm pregnant."

Suna's thumb froze mid-scroll. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly - the closest thing to a dramatic reaction he'd ever show.

Before he could process what he'd heard, you had already stepped out of the car, closing the door behind you and walking a few paces away to continue your conversation in what seemed like a calmer environment.

Suna sat there. Completely. Absolutely. Still.

"Pregnant?" he whispered to himself, his usual deadpan tone replaced by a hint of uncertainty.

His phone slowly lowered. One perfectly arched eyebrow raised.

"Pregnant," he repeated, softer this time. Then, slightly louder, "WHEN?"

He began mentally retracing every single moment of potential... opportunity.

"Okay, okay, let's think," Suna muttered, now talking to himself with increasing intensity. "Last month's beach trip? No, we were careful. That one night after Atsumu's birthday party? Hmm..."

He started counting on his fingers, his normally composed face now a map of concentration and mild panic.

"Valentine's Day?" he questioned the car's dashboard. "The New Year's party? That weekend at my parents' place? No I didn’t finished inside…"

Each memory was examined with the precision of a detective, his eyes darting back and forth as if reviewing mental surveillance footage.

"WAIT," he suddenly exclaimed, "THE CAMPING TRIP?"

A pause.

"No, we definitely used condoms on the camping trip," he answered himself, then realized he was having a full conversation with no one.

"BABE?" he called out the window, a hint of desperation creeping into his typically cool voice. "WHEN? HOW? DETAILS?"

When no immediate response came, he continued his internal investigation.

"Is this even possible?" Suna mumbled. "Am I dreaming? Did Atsumu spike my water bottle with something?"

He pinched himself. Hard.

Another moment of silence.

Then, with a mix of confusion and mild hysteria: "BAAAAABE!" he called again, pressing his forehead dramatically against the car window, leaving a small fog patch. "I NEED A FUCKING TIMELINE!"

Outside, you continued your phone call, completely unaware of the hurricane of calculations and mild existential crisis happening inside the vehicle.

Suna's mind was racing. One moment he was scrolling through his phone after practice, and the next? Potentially becoming a father.

"Pregnant," he whispered again, this time with a slightly hysterical chuckle. "Me. Potentially. A dad."

He looked at his reflection in the car window. Studied it.

"I don't look like a dad," Suna declared to his reflection. "I look like... me."

Another pause.

"WHEN?" he shouted to the universe, then immediately lowered his voice.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

The parking lot of the Schweiden Adlers volleyball stadium was quiet as Tobio Kageyama slid into the passenger seat, unwrapping an energy bar. Fresh from practice with his Italian team, he was still wearing his training gear, a light sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

You were on a phone call, speaking rapid Italian, and Kageyama remained silent, munching on his bar and staring straight ahead, giving you privacy.

"Oh mio Dio, indovina un po'!" (“Oh my god. Guess what?”) you suddenly exclaimed to whoever was on the other end of the line. Kageyama's ears perked up, always attuned to the slightest change in your tone.

Then, clear as day, he heard those words: "Credo di essere incinta." (“I think I’m pregnant”)

Mid-bite, Kageyama froze. The energy bar hung halfway to his mouth, crumbs scattered across his training shorts.

He slowly turned to look at you, one hand outstretched as if to stop you, but you had already stepped out of the car, closing the door behind you and walking a few paces away to continue your conversation.

"Pregnant?" he whispered, then switched to your language, "Incinta?"

The energy bar slowly lowered. Kageyama blinked. Once. Twice.

"PREGNANT?" he suddenly blurted out, his voice cracking in a way that would make his former volleyball teammates laugh.

He stared at the windshield, processing.

His mind began racing, cataloging moments with the same intense focus he'd use to analyze volleyball plays.

"The weekend in Roma?" Kageyama mumbled. "No, we were careful."

He started counting on his fingers, his normally stoic face now a canvas of calculation and mild panic.

"BABE!" he called out, surprising himself with the volume. "What did you just say?"

When no immediate response came, he continued his internal monologue.

"If it's a boy," Kageyama suddenly announced to the empty car, "we're naming him Spike. No, wait. That's fuckin’ weird."

He scrunched his face.

"Alessio?" he tried. "No. Too soft."

Another pause.

"MARCO!" he declared. Then immediately second-guessed himself. "No. Too common."

His finger tapped rapidly against the dashboard.

"Giovanni?" Kageyama muttered. "Sounds like a grandpa's name."

He nodded to himself, then looked around the car.

"BABE!" he called again. "I HAVE NAME SUGGESTIONS!"

Outside, you continued your Italian phone conversation, completely unaware of the naming convention crisis happening inside the vehicle.

Kageyama took a deep breath. Picked up the half-eaten energy bar. Put it down.

"Davide?" he whispered to himself. "Ew no. Definitely not Davide."

The naming continued, each name spoken with the same intensity he'd use to call a perfect set.

“HELL YEAH!” He enjoyed alone and slap his hand on the armrest. “BABEEE IS IT TRUE???”

KUROO TETSUROU

The office parking was quiet as Kuroo Tetsurou slid into the passenger seat of your car, still wearing his crisp business suit. Fresh from a long day of work, he loosened his tie and pulled out his phone.

You were on a phone call, and Kuroo sat quietly, scrolling through emails and occasionally adjusting his perfectly styled hair.

"Oh my god, guess what?" you suddenly exclaimed to whoever was on the other end of the line. Kuroo's eyes flickered up, catching the excitement in your voice.

Then, clear as day, he heard those words: "I think I'm pregnant."

Kuroo's phone stopped mid-scroll.

"Wait, WHAT?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Before he could fully process what he'd heard, you had already stepped out of the car, closing the door behind you and walking a few paces away to continue your conversation.

"BABE!" Kuroo called out, his perfectly professional demeanor cracking. "BAAAAABE!"

No response.

He stared out the window, one hand still holding his phone, the other gripping his briefcase like it could somehow explain this situation.

"COME BACK HERE!" he shouted, pressing his suited arm against the car window, leaving a comical wrinkle in his crisp white shirt.

Another moment of silence.

"Okay, okay, okay," Kuroo started talking to himself, his business executive brain trying to process this information. "Pregnant. PREGNANT. When? How? WHAT?"

He began counting on his fingers, his analytical mind kicking into overdrive.

"The weekend getaway? No, we were careful. That dinner date? Fuck she was pretty that night…Hmm..." Each memory was examined with the precision of a corporate strategy meeting.

"BABE!" he called again, louder this time. "I’M SUPPOSED TO BE THE FIRST TO KNOW THIS!"

When no response came, he did the most dramatic thing a corporate Kuroo could do in this situation.

He started honking the car horn.

*HONK! HONK! HOOOONK!*

Short bursts. Long bursts. A symphony of confusion that would definitely get him a complaint from HR if this was happening in the office.

"IF YOU DON'T COME BACK RIGHT NOW," he shouted to the empty car and the parking lot, "I'M GOING TO…oh fuck…" he slide a hand down his face and stop it on his mouth.

Another series of honks.

*HONK! HONK!*

"Pregnant," he whispered, then adjusted his glasses. Then louder: "PREGNANT?!"

His perfectly styled hair was now standing on end, looking like he'd been electrocuted by corporate panic.

More honking.

*HOOOOOONK!*

"I SWEAR TO GOD," Kuroo announced to absolutely no one, "BABE COME BACK!"

Another honk.

*HONK!*

Outside, you continued your phone call, completely unaware of the hurricane of emotions and constant honking happening inside the vehicle.

And then, suddenly, it hit him.

"Oh my god," Kuroo whispered, color draining from his face.

"Mama's gonna kill me."

He slumped back in the seat, took a deep breath, and then—

*HOOOOOONK!*

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A Night to Remember

18+ CONTENT

Game: Wuthering Waves

Characters: Cantarella x gn!reader with a cock (Rover)

Type: Fluff and smut (long fic, takes place after her companion story)

Completed main story and her companion story and she's officially my favorite wuwa character like- she's so beautiful in every way holy shit 😭 You guys know I have liked her since the drip but seeing her in game just cemented it further, the perfect mix of sexy design and demeanour with amazing story and writing.

I'm only slightly upset she wasn't as femme fatale or morally grey as it appeared from the showcase, they kinda softened her too much tho she is well written in general. I hope she'll appear in more quests and we see different sides of her character. I love the way she flirts and teases ehenfkdkkdk. Oh and the way she practically proposed in the end?! I ACCEPT CNEOUFIHEWOFHI

Some time had passed since your arrival in Rinascita, and your participation in various events that unfolded including the esteemed Carnevale, solving the crisis in the Inverted Tower and even meeting the Sentinel, Imperator. Among the time you spent scaling the luscious landscapes and drifting through endless sea of clouds, there was one place you found yourself visiting more than often- Thessaleo Fells. Many would say it was a forbidden area due to the everchanging presence of Tacet Discords and strange frequencies, but there was one place here that seemed to attract you.

Atop the ravaged lands was a mysterious castle, Porto-Veno Castle, which you eventually found out belonged to the Fisalia Family and was the place where the current head of the Fisalia resided at. Perhaps, the real reason you were attracted to this place, to this castle, was that Matriarch herself. Your first meeting with Cantarella Fisalia was filled with uncertainties, given the kind of rumours you had heard about the family and the actions they had committed. But, Cantarella proved herself to be different and became a trusted ally rather quickly.

It was one of those evenings when you found yourself strolling through Thessaleo Fells once again, simply gazing at the seaside before your eyes fell upon the castle shrouded in mystery. This time, you decided to make a move. You didn't really think about what to say to her, you simply wanted to see her again. You reached Porto-Veno castle and met Cantarella's butler, Sebastian, at the entrance, who then informed you that she was in the backyard and you were welcome to meet her.

That's when it dawned on you that you should have brought something for her as a gift, but it was too late to turn around now. Maybe she'd be happy to just have your company?

Walking through the 'poisonous' garden, planted by none other than Cantarella, was a memorable experience. It somehow suited her perfectly, the plants looked beautiful on surface yet were known to be some of the most lethal in all of Solaris 3, and you knew how well Cantarella embodied this. Your hands brushed past the edges of the petals, a simple caress that didn't linger long enough to poison you and was just enough to feel the softness, until you reached the backyard and witnessed a most stunning sight.

Jellyfishes floated in the sky above the pool, dancing in the air and conjuring different frequencies. Among the jellyfish-studded sky, you saw Cantarella in the middle of the pool with her back towards you. You walked closer to her then stopped in your tracks when you saw her body move gracefully through the water, her soaked dress rippling around as she gleefully danced in the water by herself. Her movements were precise and gentle, hands swaying in different motions to accompany the turns of her body.

You couldn't help but feel starstruck, your gaze fixated on her elegant form. The jellyfishes moved as she did, creating a marvelous scenery that felt no less than a practiced performance. Waves wuthered with her dance, splashes echoing in all directions until she finally turned around and ceased her movements with a simple finishing pose, holding up the hem of her dress and her breath heaving. Her azure eyes met yours, a gentle smile forming on her face.

"Welcome, dear Rover. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?~"

Her words snapped you out of your trance and you cleared your throat then walked closer to her, standing at the edge of the pool.

"I was just passing by, thought I'll drop in to see if everything was okay."

"Oh my, how kind of you. My apologies for not meeting you in a better state."

You shrugged with a smile then lingered your gaze over her body, noticing her translucent clothes.

"Ahem, it's fine. I was the one who came unannounced. Besides, I got to see something quite beautiful."

Cantarella smiled more at your praise and elegantly bowed.

"Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed the show~"

You blushed lightly then spoke, "Why are you dancing here? What if you catch a cold?"

"I appreciate your concern, my dear, but I have a strong immune system. Ever since the Threnodian fell, and you broke the shackles in the Sea of Ghosts, the castle's atmosphere has lightened and become warmer. The frequencies are gentler, creating a pleasant environment around here. Well, how could one resist taking in this moment of respite and calm?"

More jellyfishes floated around her, some even gathering around you and playfully poking your cheek.

"I can understand.... the view here is brilliant as well."

You smiled then extended your hand towards her, offering to help her come out. She seemed shocked for a moment looking at your stretched out hand then smiled and extended her own to grasp it. However, before you could even fully hold her, she tightly held yours and pulled you forward instead. You couldn't balance yourself and were falling into the pool now, more precisely— on Cantarella.

She opened both of her arms in a welcoming embrace and cushioned your fall, both of you falling back with her beneath you. You groaned once you regained your composure and found yourself lying on top of her, your face nestled in her ample breasts as her hands securely held you. The situation finally made sense and you quickly leaned back, looking down at her with concern.

"Are you okay, Cantarella? You are not hurt, are you?!"

Your concerned expression and words caught her off guard for a moment, but she had come to understand this was just in your nature. It was one of the many things she liked about you. She smiled and cupped your face then pulled it down, close to her own.

"You need not worry so much for me, Rover. Besides, I pulled you in deliberately~"

Hearing her words, you finally realized your position. Your gaze lingered to her drenched body, eyes falling on her exposed skin and translucent clothing. Your face heated up and you swiftly pulled away to stand up then helped her stand as well, averting your gaze.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to stare....."

Cantarella chuckled at your adorable state then extended her hand forward, "Care to join me?~"

You looked at her held out hand then at her face, a gentle and welcoming expression adorning it. You nodded and stood up straight then held your left hand behind your back and extended the right one to gently grasp hers as you bowed forward.

"It would be my pleasure, my lady~"

An unexpected blush crawled up face for a moment at your poised action, but she remained composed and tightened her grip to accept. Your palms traced as you interlaced your fingers together, your other arm wrapping around her waist while hers over your shoulder. Using her powers to control the frequencies around, Cantarella created a sombre tone to accompany your dance. She stepped forward first, almost catching you off-guard, but you quickly stepped back and synced with her.

Dancing in the water was difficult, something you had never done before. But Cantarella's movements were effortless and graceful as ever, her body treading through the water as if she was part of it. You matched your steps with her, swinging your body around and creating waves. More jellyfishes floated around you both, brightening the surroundings and making her sparkle. Your eyes were fixated on hers, feeling lost in her azure depths as you let your body move automatically.

"I must admit, your dancing skills are admirable, Rover. Who trained you?"

"Ah, I don't know, actually. I don't have memories of my past, just few vague recollections. I suppose my body just knows how to do it."

Her eyes softened at your response for a moment, "I see, that makes it even more impressive~"

You blushed, "I-It's nothing compared to your skills, you are even better than Carlotta—!" the words left your mouth before you knew it. You looked at her expecting her to be shocked but her expression was unchanged, the usual smile adorning her face until she let out a chuckle at your fumble.

"Now now, don't undermine little Carlotta. She's grown up exceptionally, but there's a lot she still requires to match me~"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to compare you both at all...."

She smiled then suddenly pressed her body to yours, wrapping both of her arms around your neck and leaning near your ear to whisper.

"It does intrigue me that you have done this with her as well. Though, I shouldn't really be surprised since I have known about her infatuation with you from the start~"

"We are just friends, trust me....."

She chuckled again then drew away from you, "I'm aware. This brings me to something I have been wondering about....."

"What is it?"

Her hands slid down to your chest until she gently pushed you back, creating some distance between you two. You were startled and tried to question her but saw her lunge forward into the air and float past you, her hand brushing your face and breath caressing your ear in the process as she circled around you. Water droplets fell as your eyes followed her then she came in view again and landed in front of you, your bodies pressed together with her back facing you, your arms around her waist.

"Did you really come here because you were merely passing by?~"

Her left hand cupped your jaw, fingers intricately tracing it as her eyes looked into yours. You then took steps from left to right, swaying her body with yours, her bewitching scent overwhelming your senses.

"What are you expecting?~"

Cantarella hummed then dragged her hips against yours before circling around you, her fingers tracing past your upper back as she stopped behind you and looped her arms around your shoulders. Her warm breath caressed your ear as she rested her face on your shoulder, her soft voice coming in a whisper.

"You tell me, what are you expecting from this meeting, Y/n?~"

Your face heated up for a moment, her hands slowly dragged across your torso and caressed your skin teasingly. She anticipated you to endure as you always do, resisting your urges whenever she did things like this. But you surprised her this time. You grasped both of her hands with yours and swiftly yet gently pulled them away before turning around to face her, twirling her body in your hold then pulling her close.

Her eyes widened as she felt herself being pulled and quickly acted to raise her right leg, giving you the perfect chance to grab her thigh and place it around your hip while you other hand held her waist and pressed her body to yourself. Her arms automatically wrapped around your neck as she braced herself against you, her face lying near your chest. A splash rippled when you embraced, your bodies panting as you breathed heavily. Her gaze finally moved to meet yours, a seductive expression crawling up.

"Must one expect things when seeking out someone they hold dear?~"

Cantarella's eyes visibly widened at your words, so much so that you clearly caught on to her surprise this time. She shifted her expressions rather quickly afterwards, curling her lips into a smirk and hooding her eyes.

"Ah, what a way with words~ It seems you are not as capable of hiding your intentions as you think, dear~"

You smirked back then gently released her thigh, letting her stand on her own and elegantly bowed.

"I have no intentions to hide, if the receiver is willing to accept~"

Another blush came and went on Cantarella's face in a matter of seconds, finding it difficult to maintain her graceful composure now.

"Hehe, the Fisalias expect a great deal of things if you wish to associate with us. Are you willing to comply, dear?~"

"Well.... You already gave me unrestricted access to everything in the castle, and in Fisalia's possession. There's only one thing left that I wish to have now."

She chuckled, "To just waltz in here and state your claim.... you know there are protocols to be followed, don't you, Rover?~"

"I prefer doing things my own way, as long as nobody is hurt."

Her eyes softened and she gracefully returned your bow, "Then, allow me to show you some of the Fisalia hospitality~"

You looked into each other's eyes with a knowing look, until you broke out in laughter followed by her restricted chuckles.

"That was quite enjoyable, thank you for joining, Rover. Come now, stay in the castle for a bit. I'll have your clothes washed up."

You weren't particularly pleased with her taking it all as a simple joke, but you decided to be patient and wait for better opportunities. You accepted her offer and followed her inside Porto-Veno Castle where a few maids immediately gathered around you both to accompany you. She took you to her study room, the place you had your first ever meeting with her. It brought back memories of the meeting, and made you internally chuckle at how far things had come since then.

One of the maids handed you a towel and you began drying your hair then looked at Cantarella also drying her hair, her skin glistening from the water droplets sliding down her body. You didn't realize you were practically staring in awe until she turned towards you and walked closer, then kept her hand on the towel which remained stationary on your head.

"Are you alright, Rover? You seem to be lost in thoughts."

Her hands pushed away yours as she grasped the towel then gently wiped your hair and face.

"A-Ah sorry, I will do it myse—"

"Shh, let me. I was the one to make you do that, allow me to return my gratitude."

"You also have to dry yours...." your eyes trailed down to her clothes and words faded as you noticed she wasn't as drenched as before, even almost completely dry, "Oh, I see.... That's quite convenient."

She chuckled at your surprise then leaned closer to your face, "Don't worry about me, dear. Just relax and let me tend to you~"

You nodded with a blush and let her do as she pleased. She smiled in return and dried off your hair completely then trailed her hands down to your chest, caressing your soaked shirt with a sultry look in her eyes.

"....Do you want to help me undress, Cantarella?" you asked, making her surprised for a moment.

"My apologies, how inappropriate of me. It seems your charm is hard to resist, Rover~"

You blushed again, "It's fine.... I don't mind if it's you."

Warmth brushed Cantarella's face too now, your words shocking her. She kept the towel away and caressed your face for a moment then grasped the lapel of your jacket and pushed it down, followed by clenching the hem of your shirt and pulling it off. Her eyes remained fixated as your body slowly came in view, and you caught her licking her lips once your upper body was fully exposed.

"Hmm, as expected of the mighty Godkiller~" she pondered.

Her fingers teasingly slid down your abs as she smirked, taking in the sight of you. You shivered from her touch once then suddenly felt her hand grab your belt buckle and instinctively gripped her wrist to stop her, feeling embarrassed.

"I'll do the rest myself, Cantarella—!"

She blinked a few times as if to come out of a trance, then swiftly retracted her hands and stepped back defensively.

"My apologies, I got carried away. I'll give you some privacy now, there is a change of clothes behind you. Excuse me, I will be back in a while."

She quickly exited the room before you could reply in any manner. You let out an exasperated sigh and held your head, feeling more embarrassed at the chain of events. On the other hand, Cantarella leaned against a nearby wall, her hands clenching her necklace as she recalled everything that happened so far and felt warmth surging through her once again.

"Seeking out someone you hold dear.... did you truly mean it, Y/n? And if you did then, what should I do? My feelings for you have always been this way...." she deeply pondered, feeling conflicted and regretful.

"Milady? Are you alright?" a familiar voiced called out to Cantarella and she quickly composed herself to see her butler beside her, standing with a trolley in front.

"Ah, I'm fine. Thank you, Sebastian. I'll take it from here."

"As you wish, milady." he bowed then turned around to walk away, leaving her alone with her thoughts, and you.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself then grabbed the trolley and pushed it towards the room, followed by knocking on it to call out to you.

"Rover, are you done changing? May I come in now?"

"Ah, sure!" you shouted back.

Cantarella opened the door and pushed the trolley forward as she came in, giving you a small smile as you stood wearing the clothes she had arranged- a casual pair of shirt and pants, delicately ironed.

"It fits you perfectly. Is it comfortable to wear?"

"Yes, it feels great. The fabric is really soft and breathable."

She smiled then stopped the trolley near the sofa and walked in front of it, "Please, have a seat. I have prepared some refreshments for your liking."

"O-Oh, you didn't have to...."

"It is my pleasure, especially after the wonderful time you gave me~"

She eyed you with a smirk when she spoke the last part before turning her attention back to the trolley. You sat on one side of the sofa and waited as she poured out some drink in a bowl, followed by pouring a small drop from a potion vial and stirring it. She then took a seat beside you, closely, elegantly draping her dress, and took a spoonful of the drink to blow on it.

"Some freshly prepared soup and a concoction I made, it should be quite tasty. Here, say 'aah'~"

She brought the spoon towards your lips and you instinctively opened your mouth, letting her feed you. You didn't even question what kind of concoction it could possibly be, nor did you have the time to feel embarrassed by her action of feeding you. Somehow, the air around her intoxicated you and made you more relaxed than ever, your body seemingly abiding to any and everything.

"....It's delicious, perfectly seasoned and cooked. And that concoction.... is it some kind of potion to relax you?"

"You could say that. It is not as potent as the blend I made that day to help you sleep, this is simply meant to calm your nerves and muscles."

"Thank you.... I feel really good."

She smiled in satisfaction and continued feeding you a few more scoops, "Hehe, reminds me of the first time we met and I offered you tea which you refused. A shame, that tea was from Jinzhou~"

You recalled the time she was talking about and felt guilty, "I'm sorry about that. I was just trying to be cautious...."

"An astute way of thinking, I hold no grudge against you for that. But, it is quite amusing to see how far we have come~"

You blushed realizing what she meant, it was indeed impressive how things turned out. Who would have guessed the supposed evil and manipulative head of the Fisalias would turn out to be the real Blessed Maiden, a woman who selflessly sacrificed her life to save Imperator, and in turn Ragunna, including many innocent girls from the shackles of the Divine Trials. She was a Defier, a resilient and strong woman who gave up her own freedom for others to live freely.

"Would you mind serving me that tea again some time? I'd really like to try it."

"Why, of course. I will have it prepared the next time you visit. There are many other teas I have acquired from the states of Huanglong, I'm sure you'd be pleased to try those as well."

"I look forward to it."

You smiled at each other and soon finished the soup then she offered some desserts to you- cupcakes, pastries and pudding. You were quite overwhelmed by the variety but were feeling quite hungry, and tempted looking at them, hence accepted delightfully and indulged yourself. Cantarella silently watched you eat, finding it adorable how you enjoyed the simple treats and ate gleefully. It was during one of these moments when she noticed some whipped cream smeared near the corner of your lips, and how you were seemingly oblivious to it.

Smirking to herself, and being the teaser she was, she couldn’t help but lean in to wipe it away with her index finger, playfully grazing your lips in the process. You looked at her in embarrassment and quickly wiped away your own face then were about to thank her but your words, and breath, got caught in your throat as you watched her lick the cream on her fingertip, her engraved tongue sensually lapping it up and a pleasant hum leaving her lips. You instinctively swallowed a lump, your face turning bright red for a second.

“O-Oh, thank you for that, Cantarella. Sorry for being messy....”

She softly chuckled, “It’s not a big deal, Rover. While I do prefer to maintain poise and grace at the table, we are not in a formal place at the moment- nor do I want our relationship to have those formalities, I find it quite endearing to look at you this way~”

You shyly averted your gaze and were about to say something to change the topic but the Tacet Mark on your hand started glowing all of a sudden, followed by your companion conjuring himself from his slumber.

“Oh, I smell delicious food! Hey, why did you not call me if you were having such a treat!” Abby announced as his eyes sparkled looking at the remaining desserts.

You held your head with a sigh while Cantarella smiled to herself. Abby then turned around to face you and was caught by surprise seeing you alone with Cantarella, realizing he interrupted a private moment.

“Oh, sorry.... Am I interrupting something?”

“Abby.... you know I would have called you out if it was a feast.”

Abby scratched his head embarrassingly then flew near you, leaning to whisper something in your ear.

“Oi, are you getting anywhere with her? Why don’t you just confess your feelings alrea-“

“Shh! Abby, not here!” you gasped and waved your hands here and there, making Abby giggle before returning inside your Tacet Mark. You let out a sigh of relief then looked over at Cantarella who was also giggling to herself by your antics.

“Sorry about that, he has a habit of coming out that way whenever there is food, and danger, nearby....”

“Your friendship is adorable, it is a delight to see you both. However, I believe there was something you were going to say before he came out?~”

“Ah, that....” you held back for a moment then looked at her firmly, “....I have been a bit curious about your Tacet Mark. How does it feel? I imagine you must face some uncomfortable situations....”

She seemingly didn’t expect such a question, but was nevertheless pleased to satiate your curiosity.

“Hmm.... it’s not as bad as you think. Many things I have simply gotten used to over the years. Initially, it would get quite irritable since it goes down to my throat, but I learned to live with it. When inactive, it just lays there like no stranger. I... prefer to have simple food with no extravagant seasonings since I cannot taste much of anything so I’m not used to strong flavours.”

Your eyes widened at the surprising revelations, nodding at her while pondering.

“You said it’s not as bad but it sounds pretty troublesome. I never imagined it goes down to your throat and that you cannot taste much....”

Cantarella smirked and leaned close to you, her eyes narrowing with mischief.

“What kind of preconceived notions did you have about it?~”

“W-Well, for one I thought it’s only on your tongue, and that eating anything brings discomfort and perhaps even gets ticklish....”

“Hehe, I can understand. Though, I have never had someone brave enough to ask me about it~”  

“Also.... I wonder how it feels to touch.”

Her eyes glinted at your words, seemingly waiting for you to say that.

“Well, would you like to find out?~”

Her hand settled atop your thigh as she leaned even closer, anticipating your reply. Your heartrate fastened once again as you imagined the scene in your head, subconsciously swallowing a lump.

“I-I’m sure it must be like all other Tacet Marks for the most part....”

“I don’t mind letting you feel it, dear~”

She seemed almost eager, continuing to come closer to you and now grasped your hand. You felt defeated looking at her and eventually gave a nod then watched as she guided your right hand up to her face, sticking out her tongue for you. Your face heated up as you slowly extended your hand and finally caressed the tip of her tongue with your thumb.

The sensation was indeed similar as you anticipated, but also different enough to make you more curious to seek further. You traced along the vertical line with your thumb before pulling it aside and letting your index finger touch it, feeling the ebbs and bumps of the waves and the rough sensation of engraving.

At the same time, you were intensely aware of your action and kept note of Cantarella’s reactions, ensuring to not hurt her or do something strange. The situation and sight of her leaning forward with her tongue stuck out and eyes hooded was erotic enough for you, you had to stay in control and not get carried away.

“It’s.... very interesting, similar to others but also different. I can’t pinpoint what feels different but....”

She seemed pleased by your assessment and smiled then stuck out her tongue even more, giving you further access. Her saliva coated your fingertips but you didn’t mind; if anything, it made the situation even more erotic. You also leaned closer to take a better look at it further down her mouth, noticing a familiar pattern that you had only seen on 2 other people so far.

“6 waves just like Jinhsi and Cartethyia.... Is it because she was chosen as the Sentinel’s Resonator? But, does giving up that power not change it? Would be nice if I could get a chance to see the moment a normal Resonator becomes the Sentinel’s Resonator....”

You were lost in your thoughts as you conjured all sorts of theories and explanations. Cantarella was slightly shocked to see you so immersed in thinking, seemingly oblivious to your surroundings. With a small smirk, she took the opportunity to tease you. As you were not paying attention, she sneakily licked your finger then swirled her tongue around it before wrapping her lips on the tip.

“Mmh....~”

You finally snapped out of your thoughts at her constrained voice, darting your eyes to see the shocking sight of her sucking your finger. You’d have normally pulled away instinctively, but something held you back and you almost wished to let it continue further. You looked at Cantarella’s eyes which narrowed once she caught your gaze, clearly indicating her teasing. She then grasped your hand and gently released your finger, still holding your hand near her mouth.

“Why not have a better feel?~”

She whispered and dragged her tongue from the base of your finger up to the tip, the entirety of her Tacet Mark rubbing against it. But she didn’t stop there. She swallowed your finger once again and stroked her tongue over it multiple times, almost licking it like it was a delicious treat. You simply remained motionless at her ministrations, too aroused to stop it and simply too overwhelmed to really act. Her hand caressed and teased the rest of your hand at the same time, fingers running up and down in gentle motions. Her warm breath only added to the sensations.

You had no idea how much time passed when she finally stopped and released your finger, it probably hadn’t been much yet felt like an eternity. Your face was as red as a cherry, eyes widened and breath slightly haphazard. Who would have guessed having your finger licked over would be so arousing? Perhaps the person doing it, and the technique, made a difference. Cantarella smirked more at your speechless form; oh, how she adored seeing you this way and wished to see even more.

“Well, did that give you a good idea of it, dear?~”

Her question brought you back to reality, immediately pulling your hand away from hers and making some distance between you two then clearing your throat to speak.

“A-Ahem, yes that was sufficient. Thank you for the opportunity, I hope you didn’t feel.... uncomfortable.”

She chuckled and grabbed a tissue from the table then wiped your finger with it, “Of course not, I’m more than pleased to indulge you anytime~”

You blushed and simply nodded at her while looking away, feeling embarrassed to face her. She finished cleaning your finger then suddenly laced her hand with yours and closed the distance between you two once again, lips curled into a smirk.

“There is something I have also been curious about for a while. Care to return the favor for me?~”

“....What is it?”

She leaned even closer, her body essentially resting on yours now as you rested against the handrest of the sofa. Her other hand went to cup your face, tracing your jaw before she brought her face near your ear to whisper in a silvery tone.

“Just how sweet do you taste, dear Rover?~”

Shivers went down your body at her seductive tone, and the way she was practically leaning on you now, her breasts pressing against your chest.

"....Y-You already had a taste just now, didn't you?"

She chuckled, making you tremble once again.

"That barely told me anything. I'd like to try in a more.... direct way~"

Your lips twitched, fists clenching as you desperately tried to keep yourself composed.

"....What do you suggest?"

Her eyes narrowed as she traced her hand across your cheek, sliding it down to touch your lips with her fingers now.

"There are quite a few ways, you know...." she shifted her leg closer, her knee grazing your crotch, ".....Would you like me to show you?~"

Your eyes dropped down to her breasts, feeling how they squished on your chest. You felt her lips brush past your ear lobe as she moved in front of your face, your lips lingering over each other's. You opened your mouth to respond but just at that moment, all the sensations you were feeling got lost as Cantarella pulled back and sat up straight with reasonable distance in between. You couldn't descibe what you felt right then, the regret and disappointment.

"My apologies, that was a little too far. It's just hard to resist when you give such adorable reactions~" she stated with a giggle before reaching her hand out towards the table to pour a cup of tea for herself.

You almost glared at her, feeling annoyed by this constant dance of temptation.

"What was too far?" you asked with a flat tone, making her slightly surprised.

"....Doing any further is inappropriate for me. As the head of the Fisalias, I know there is a line to not cross."

You gritted your teeth then moved closer to her and gently gripped her wrist, making her turn to face you with widened eyes.

"So, you do even this with anyone? All the flirting, the looks and touching.... do you dance with just anyone? Do you treat anyone with such care and attention, even giving them your family's assets and secrets?"

You couldn't hold back and spoke your thoughts, desperate to know her true feelings now. Cantarella was even more shocked by your supposed outburst, unsure of how to respond for a moment. She saw the immense feelings in your golden eyes, realizing how she was playing with your heart all this time.

"....You are not just anyone, Rover. The things that you have done for Rinascita, for Jinzhou, for me.... nobody else could."

She extended her arms to cup your face, cradling it in her palms with a gentle smile on her face.

"You are the Sentinel's Arbiter, you fought off the Threnodian invansion in Jinzhou, you made the Carnevale a success this year, you solved the crisis in Avinoleum and freed Cartitheyia, and you saved me and my family from the lifelong torture of being under the Threnodian's whispers....."

She shifted closer and caressed your face.

"And this is simply what I know about. I'm sure there's many more things you have done, and will do, that make you unlike anyone in this world. So, tell me.... is it wrong of me to treat you the way I do? If it is then I will sto—"

"Is that really all the reason for you to treat me this way?"

"....What are you implying, dear?"

"You said it yourself, doing more is inappropriate for you. But, are you sure even this much is appropriate if you simply respect me for all my actions?"

You gripped her hands and pulled them away from your face, averting your gaze from her. Cantarella gazed at you in silence, trying to form words to speak. The answer was known to her all this time, but she refused to face it, fearful of the consequences.

"You know what I'm implying very well, don't you? Just say yes or no, that'll be enough." you added.

Your words tugged her heartstrings all of a sudden, a strange sensation rising in her as her hand subconsciously gripped her necklace while her mind plunged in deep thought. She wasn't sure herself why she was holding back all this time, perhaps she was not used to wanting something for herself?

"....Yes, I know." she finally replied in a low, soft voice.

You were about to look at her when she instead lunged at you and pressed her lips to yours, giving you a small and rushed yet intense kiss.

"My apologies.... I.... all this time I was— mmh!~" she attempted to clarify but you didn't let her as you kissed her back, equally as rushed and intense.

"It's fine, you don't have to say it...."

Light blush formed on her face, her hands coming to grip your shoulders as she shifted even closer and connected your lips again. Her body leaned on yours once again, causing you to rest on the armrest as you let her onto you. You lips moved with intensity, messy and unskilled even, but that only made it feel more passionate. Your right arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, her body straddling you now.

"Mmh.... aah.... Y-Y/n~" she moaned into the kiss, her hands continuously moving to feel you up in every way before settling to grip your hair and neck.

Buried feelings exchanged through the kiss alone, her burning emotions that she planned to keep locked in forever came gushing out and flowed into the kiss. Her soft lips gave you no chance to part, keeping them pressed as much as possible.

"Mm.... C-Cantarella.... ngh....~" you gasped softly when you felt her bite your lower lip before enveloping it with her lips.

Moans and ragged breaths resounded in the room as you madeout, everything seemed to still and you could only focus on Cantarella. Perhaps that's why neither of you heard the knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice speaking only to be immediately shushed at the scene unfolding.

"Milady, Rover's clothes ar— Oh, my deepest apologies!" Cantarella's maid, Carmilla, stood frozen at the doorway with her head bowed. Cantarella quickly pulled back and sat up normally beside you, her face red and breath uneven, arms folding over her chest as she attempted to compose herself from the embarrassment.

"A-Ahem, it is alright, Carmilla. What were you saying?"

"I-I only came to inform that Rover's clothes are washed and dried now, and to ask whether you required something...."

"I see, you may keep the clothes with others for now. As for whether we require something....." she paused and glanced at you, to which you shook your head sideways and she continued, "....No need, you are dismissed."

"U-Understood, milady! I'm really sorry about this!" she kept bowing and apologizing as she backed away then shut the door close.

Cantarella let out a sigh while holding her head while you couldn't help but giggle at the situation.

"Are they not used to seeing you with lovers?~" you teased.

Cantarella smirked, "What a rude assumption to make, dear. I'm not one to engage in loose affairs, I'll have you know~"

"Ah, then I'm the first and only one to receive a consort proposal from the head of Fisalias?~"

"Well, I cannot speak for the previous heads but for the present one.... You are also her first kiss— and any kind of romantic engagement, for that matter~"

Your eyes widened in slight surprise, "Let me guess, you were always too busy with the family affairs and trying to find a way to save Imperator?"

"Indeed, but that's not all there is to it. With the current reputation of the Fisalia, and mine specifically..... who would really wish to form such a bond with 'The Bane'?"

Her eyes hooded slightly as she spoke, a hint of sadness and loneliness lingering on her azure gaze. You understood what she meant, yet found it upsetting she had to live this way. She seemingly sensed what you were thinking and let out a smile before coming closer to you and grasping your hand.

"Things will gradually shift because of you. I do not regret anything that has happened so far, for I believe it is our choices and will that led us to this situation—not the wishes of fate. Saving Imperator, Ragunna and residing over the family took priority for me, and I'm eternally grateful for the outcome it has brought me~"

She looked deep in your eyes as she spoke, clearly referring to you. Her other hand cupped your face and you were about to lean in to kiss her but she put her index finger on your lips and stopped you with a chuckle.

"Aren't you impatient, dear?~"

You smirked, "Can you blame me?~"

"Hehe, how about we move somewhere more private?~"

"Sure, I have yet to see more of 'our' home anyways~"

Cantarella blushed for a moment then kissed your cheek before standing up to go out. You exited the study room together and were following her down the hallway now, wondering where she'd take you. You reached the staircase and she was about to begin descending when you stopped her as an idea popped in your head. She looked at you with a confused expression then was startled the moment you put your arms under the bend of her knees and around her waist then picked her up bridal style.

Her arms automatically wrapped around your neck but the surprised expression on her face told you enough of how unexpected this was for her. A faint blush formed on her cheeks again and she slightly adjusted herself better, brushing her dress to the side and shifting closer to you. You heard vague sounds of gasps from around and looked to see some of the servants and members staring at you two with shocked faces, mouths agape and eyes blown wide.

You then looked back at Cantarella and she seemed unfazed by the looks, even if slightly embarrassed at first when her maid walked in on you making out. She looked at you as well and gave a gentle smile before cupping your face to peck your lips, causing even more gasps and squeels to erupt from the surroundings. Though, everyone soon cleared the way and acted as if they saw nothing while Cantarella guided you towards her private bedroom.

Porto-Veno Castle already looked grand enough from outside, but it was even better inside with its impressive architecture.

"How big is this castle?"

"Hehe, big enough that it would take you an entire day to see every room and passage~"

"....Doesn't it get lonely being all by yourself? Especially now after those girls went back...."

She softly smiled, "I have ways to keep myself occupied. Now that I'm free from a major responsibility, thanks to you, I finally go out sightseeing. There are still many other duties I have to do as the head, those keep me busy enough."

"I see.... Let's go out together someday, call me when you are up for it."

"Of course, it'd be my pleasure~"

She pecked your lips and you smiled at each other. You then finally reached her private bedroom and placed her down as she opened the door, welcoming you in. There was a queen size bed in the center with transparent purple curtains on its edges, a vanity to the left corner of the room accompanied with various plants and ornaments all around. A sweet, intoxicating fragrance filled the room, making you entranced immediately.

"Your room is beautiful....."

You walked in further as you glanced around, taking in the view. Meanwhile, Cantarella stood at the door with her back pressed to it and silently gazed at you, deep in her own thoughts. Her heart beated faster as each moment passed, your words barely audible to her. She then took a deep breath, clenching her necklace then releasing it and walked up to you.

"Oh, is that yo—?" your words were caught in your throat as she suddenly embraced you from behind, her arms wrapping around your torso and face buried in your shoulder.

"Cantarella, are you okay?" you asked out of concern, finding this unlike her.

She remained silent for a while and simply held you as if feeling your warmth and presence, her deep breathing prominent in your ear and making you shiver.

"....I'm in love with you, Y/n."

The sudden confession caught you off-guard, even if you were technically aware of this.

"Me too, I'm in love with you as well."

Her hold tightened hearing your words, a small smile forming on her lips. She dragged her hand across your chest to grasp your face, gently caressing your jaw while leaning closer to place kisses on your neck. You trembled in place feeling her lips on your skin, soft yet fiery kisses igniting a flame in you, a touch so sweet yet poisonous that you wanted more.

"Y-You didn't have to say it, you know? I have known for a while...."

"No.... I had to say it, for you and for myself, to finally make my heart accept it."

You smiled at her words then slowly turned around to face her, gazing into her fathomless eyes as they sparkled. She then cupped your face and stepped closer before meeting her lips with yours again, hungrily. There was no thought, only need— urgent and wild. Her usual grace and elegance was nowhere to be found, her lips clashing messily as if she's waited too long for this— which you knew you both had. Her hands then slid around your neck before tangling into your hair, pulling you closer and deeper.

Moans and desperate breaths exchanged as the heated kiss continued, your body growing warmer with each motion as your hands went to settle around her waist, slyly dragging up to feel her exposed back. She smirked against your lips and dug one knee between your legs, pushing against your crotch and making you groan into the kiss.

"C-Cantare— mmph~"

"Hush now~"

Her confidence in taking charge was uncanny, despite the fact that it was her first time doing this. You soon felt yourself being pushed backwards, lips still locked, every step unsteady with desire and urgency. The back of your knees hit the bed and you fell down, pulling her along with you. The mere drag of your body further up the bed was heavy as your lips never left hers, hands desperately clawing each other to touch anywhere and everywhere. She moved to straddle you properly, silky lavendar hair cascading over your face.

The kiss shifted, her thumb gently parting your lips and you easily let her, granting deeper access for her tongue to dive in. Your tongues meet, a tingling sensation running through you for a moment due to the Tacet Mark, but quickly changing into a passionate exchange. They moved as if in a frantic dance, sliding over each other impatiently. A low hum resounded from her, sending vibrations through you. Her mouth was warm, soft, and intoxicating— making you seek more of it.

With a swift motion, you wrapped your arms around her and turned over to place her on the bed instead and came on top of her, lips never leaving hers. She gasped into the kiss from the sudden change of positions, yet made no effort to resist and instead pulled you down to kiss deeper. Her right leg slid up around your waist, and you wasted no time to grasp and caress her porcelein skin while pressing yourself deeper. A passionate revelry unfolded with your tongues, bodies intertwining together into one.

It felt like an eternity when you finally stopped, breathless and panting as you slowly retracted from her, her tongue giving a final lick to your lips and relishing the taste. Her eyes were half-lidded, shimmering with the afterglow of the kiss. The deep blue glowed like an ocean, fluid and alive, ripples of light catching the surface like a jellyfish drifting beneath the water. The vibrant blue reminded you of those creatures, pulsating softly, drawing you in with the same quiet, hypnotic pull. Every glance, every flutter, felt like an invitation to sink deeper into her, to never escape.

No words were exchanged as you immediately attached your lips to her neck and placed several lingering kisses while moving down to her chest. Her body arched into you with a soft gasp when your lips touched the valley of her breasts, planting hot and wet kisses on her soft skin. You looked up at her once, asking for permission, which she understood immediately and gave her approval. You quickly removed the clothing covering her breasts, freeing the ample mounds of flesh. Your mouth almost watered at the sight, body moving automatically to take one in your mouth.

Cantarella sighed when she felt your lips around her right breast, while your hand grasped the other to knead it. Your tongue flicked over her erect nipple and fingers dug into the soft flesh, feeling the curviness and bounce. She wrapped her own hands around your head and pushed you deeper, arching herself further into you and letting you have more. You sucked her nipple now, swirling your tongue around the nub and pinching the other one. She gasped softly when your teeth grazed it, fingers treading through your hair. The more you paid attention to the hardened bud, the more her fingers gripped onto your hair.

"Mmh... Y-Y/n.... aahn~"

You could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted, soft moans leaving her lips. You switched between breasts, giving them equal treatment and attention. Her skin was burning against yours and your own breathing was beginning to become ragged from arousal. Her moans and whimpers of pleasure were music to your ears. When you were done, you pulled back and looked at her, face flushed and her chest glistening with your saliva as she panted.

Somehow, the sight of her this way aroused you to no end. The urge to pleasure her grew stronger, eager to see more of her in this state and just simply make her feel good. She looked at you with such love, eyes glazed with lust and desire. Knowing her situation, you couldn't help but empathize with her deeply and wished to make her happy for once. Your eyes trailed down to her clothed core, noticing a wet patch forming.

"....May I undress you, Cantarella?"

Her eyes widened for a moment, knowing well where this was headed. She gave a nod rather quickly, her own body betraying her thoughts. She sat up and let you do as asked, slowly sliding down her dress and revealing her exquisite body. Her fair skin glistened against the moonlight, lavender hair cascading and enhancing the view. The last to remove were her panties and stockings as you unclasped the suspender first, followed by removing her stockings then finally underwear. A string of arousal clung to the fabric, giving way to her drenched folds.

Her body shivered at the feeling of cool air hitting her exposed parts, reflexively closing her legs. You then leaned in to kiss her and gently laid her back down before parting your lips and trailing kisses down her body, marking a trail straight down until her abdomen. She softly gasped the moment you stopped, eyes focused on her inviting folds that begging to be touched. Her clit throbbed feeling your intense gaze, her usual confident demeanour broken as she laid completely bare for you, allowing you to do whatever you pleased.

The air thickened with the scent of arousal, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled you. One would wonder if it was part of her forte, but you knew this was reality and nothing could change it. You gave a simple lick to her clit, earning a startled gasp from her, her legs instinctively enclosing around your head. You caressed her plush thighs and gently parted them as you went lower, placing kisses on her inner thighs while eyeing her throbbing folds.

Cantarella bit her lower lip when she felt your lips travel to her outer folds, teasing them. Her eyes lowered to see you buried in her folds, eager to please her. Yet, a strange and unknown sensation ran through her. She wasn't used to this. She had never done this before. Not just this act, but the act of having her own desire fulfilled. Since childhood, she had been taught to live only for one purpose, and now she lived for the freedom of others- stripping her own.

"Y-Y/n.... wait...." she husked out, extending her hands towards you.

You leaned back and went closer to her, letting her hold your face, a soft look in her eyes. You cupped her hands with your own, somehow being aware of her thoughts and giving her a reassuring look.

"Just lay back and let me please you." you sincerely stated, kissing the inside of her palm and pulling her hand away before dipping your head between her thighs again.

This time, you were more deliberate, more attentive to her reactions. You traced the sensitive skin with your tongue, teasing and tantalizing, building the anticipation slowly. You hear her breath catch in her throat, and you feel the tightening of her muscles beneath your touch. You can sense her internal struggle, the conflict between her ingrained inhibitions and the raw, primal desire that is beginning to overwhelm her.

You continue your exploration, your focus entirely on her pleasure. You use your hands, your lips, your tongue to create a symphony of sensations, each touch designed to ignite a new spark of pleasure within her. You can feel her trembling now, her body arching towards you in response. Your tongue inserts between her folds now, plunging deep into the sweet abyss and caressing her walls. That's when she cries out, a sound so unlike her.

"Nn.... Y-Y/n.... aaah~"

Cantarella Fisalia, the current Matriarch of the long-standing Fisalia family, famously known as The Bane, a Sea Witch, a woman shrouded in so much mystery that the rumours surrounding her betrayed every single truth about her. The woman known to manipulate any, to torture souls and make poisnous concoctions with the flesh of young girls— that woman laid vulnerable for you, the person who saved her and changed her life.

A loud moan escaped her lips when your thumb circled her clit, her thighs closing around your head and body arching up. She knew what this feeling was, she had read all about it in scientific books, but experiencing it was unlike anything. Her fingers found way in your hair, tangling in the strands and gently grasping, a silent indication for you to do more. You raised her hips and plunged deeper into her sea, into her warmth, your tongue stroking her sensitive spots.

"Aaahn.... yes.... r-right there..... o-oh~"

She cried out more, fingers tightening in your hair and pulling you closer. Her hips rut against your mouth, finally letting her desires spill out as she chased her release. You suck on her bundle of nerves, circling her clit faster at the same time. Her body convulsed, back arching and eyes rolling to her skull as her release approached. You could see it, feel it with the way her walls clenched around your tongue in the end.

You did a final stroke and rubbed her sensitive spots then watched her release unfold. She moaned as the knot in her stomanch snapped, her orgasm coming like a broken dam. You slurped and lapped up everything she offered, relishing her sweet poison and wanting even more. You cleaned up her slick before leaning back to look at her state, sweat trickling down her body and panting intensely as she came down from her high.

"Are you okay, Cantarella?"

"Y-Yes.... aaah.... that was.... good.... r-really good.... thank you."

Her hand covered her face as she spoke before slowly removing it to reveal her flushed face, bright red from such an intimate action. The sight was utterly adorable, seeing someone like her in this state. Once composed enough, she slowly sat up and immediately pressed your lips together. Her arms wrapped around your neck while yours around her body, placing her on you lap and making out together. She was just as intense and passionate as before, impatiently seeking you.

Her hands roamed down your body, a frantic exploration that sent shivers down your spine. They clenched at your shirt, the fine fabric crinkling in her grasp before she swiftly pulled it open, buttons popping and rolling across the floor. The cool air kissed your suddenly exposed chest. She then pushed you down to make you lay on your back and took a moment to enjoy the sight, her hands delicately tracing down your muscles and abs, eyeing the scars adorning your battle-worn skin.

You shivered once as her cold fingers traced across the scars, not being used to having your body touched this way. Cantarella simply smiled at your reaction and leaned down to kiss your neck, deliberately sucking on some spots and leaving imprints of her lips. Her engraved tongue gave a long lick from your throat to your chin before biting down near your collarbone, teeth grazing and marking you.

A gasp escaped your lips, a sound that was both surprised and pleasured. Each deliberate caress sent a jolt of electricity through you, unfamiliar yet serene. Her hold on you was more than physical, perhaps she had pulled you into her Sea of Dreams, a potent enchantment woven with her voice, eyes, and her very presence. Her hands now explored further down and settled on your pants button, eager to undo and unravel more of you.

"I want you inside, Y/n. Would you be willing to....?" she asked in an uncertain tone.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" you answered with a smile, making her smile back.

She then wasted no time to undo your pants and pull them off along with your underwear, freeing your erect shaft from the constraints. Your length stood upright, showing your prolonged arousal and how desperate you had become. You watched her eyes flicker over your form, a mixture of awe and something akin to shyness flickering within their depths. Her hand reached out to gently grasp it, delicately wrapping her fingers around it and pumping.

You trembled in place feeling her soft, slow yet teasing touch. A part of you just wanted to be inside her already, but another wanted to wait and let her take the reins from here. Cantarella watched the way your length reacted with great interest, finding it quite adorable even if daunting due to the size. She stuck out her tongue and gave a long, slow lick across it, tasting with the entirety of her engraved tongue.

Your hips almost bucked in response but you held back, keeping yourself composed for her. She grinned at you, eyes glowing with mischief, and you knew you were in for a ride. She did say she wanted to taste you, didn't she....

"Bear with me, will you? It's my first time doing this, it may take a while to get used to~"

"I-It's fine, take your time...."

She smiled then planted a kiss on your tip, followed by making wet kisses all over and around the erect length. Your cock twitched at each touch of her lips, almost feeling embarrassed at the attention she was giving it. She then stuck out her tongue again and made a long lick from your sac to the tip, followed by swirling it over the head. You groaned in response, your body heaving at her ministrations.

"Hmm.... mmph~" she sighed as she wrapped her lips around the tip, her warm mouth engulfing it.

You suddenly became pliant in her hold, surrending to her and letting her do anything. You closed your eyes, abandoning yourself to the sensory onslaught that was about to engulf you. Her mouth felt hot and wet around your cock. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, grip tightening the lower she took you, attempting to swallow it completely. Her tongue swirled around your member, lubricating every corner and lapping it up.

A small groan left your lips when your tip hit the back of her throat, your cock laying snug in her mouth and she seemed to have no plans of letting it go. The sight was beyond erotic, and the sensations were indescribable. She breathed in and out to compose herself, the vibrations going straight through your cock making you throw your head back in ecstasy. You could feel her smile at your reactions, satiating her own desire to see you crumble. She then began bobbing her head, sucking you off at a torturously slow pace.

The wet sounds of her slurping and moaning sent shivers down your spine, chasing away the cool composure you were trying to maintain. The sensation was exquisite, agonizing, driving you closer and closer to the edge. She was taking her time, savoring every moment and every second. You knew this was her first time, but she almost made you believe otherwise with her technique. Her tongue wasted no chance to lap around whenever possible, the little bumps and crevices of the Tcaet Mark increasing the pleasure even more.

"H-How are you so-oh.... good at this?~" you asked, breathless.

She smiled at your praise then slowly dragged herself up and released you from her mouth with a wet pop, her tongue teasingly lapping at the tip as she spoke.

"I'm pleased to hear that since I'm just doing what I want to. Do tell me if I should change it up, my dear~" she winked and dragged her tongue against your shaft, her Tacet Mark rubbing across it as she took a deep taste.

A gasp escaped your lips as the mark tingled against your member. You were already dripping with precum, and the sensations of her warm mouth were driving you crazy. She then swallowed your cock once again like before, taking it all the way inside with minimal effort. Your hips bucked up at the feeling, no longer able to restrain yourself.

"F-Fuck.... I can barely hold on...." you groaned, looking down at her with a desperate look.

She giggled, knowing how desperate and close you were. She wanted to prolong your pleasure, but you both were craving release. Her hands went to massage your sac as she kept sucking, feeling the cum stored in them as it begged to be released. That's when she decided to give you even more, as if this wasn't enough. You suddenly felt a warm, soft and bouncy feeling around your base and looked down to see her breasts enveloping your dick.

"W-Wait.... shit....! Aah.... that feels so good....!~"

You sighed, enjoying the feeling of her breasts. She smirked and rubbed them up and down around your length, lubing the skin with your arousal and her own saliva to create a pleasurable sensation.

"I know what you have desired for so long.... my toxins reveal all secrets of others just by being near." she purred, "And for you.... I'm more than happy to indulge in every single one of them~"

She bobbed her head faster now, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder as if to milk you dry, her moans reverberating in her throat and vibrating around you. The heat in your lower abdomen became almost unbearable.

"Can— Cantarella...!"

You groaned, hands flying to her hair and gripping tightly. All of a sudden, you felt intense vibrations against your tip and looked around to see jellyfishes floating near, realizing she activated her Tacet Mark now. The vibrations made you finally lose it. The heat erupted, and you climaxed into her mouth, a low moan erupting from your throat. She braced herself as you released, keeping your cock inside her mouth and welcoming the warmth.

The release was almost explosive, plentiful amounts pent-up that erupted at once. It was overwhelming, to say the least, and she eagerly took all of it. Her eyes rolled back as she swallowed, drinking every last drop. You were both panting as you finished. Her mouth finally let go and she licked her lips. You looked down, still recovering from your high, and saw her scooping up the cum dripping on her breasts, sensually licking it.

"Mmm, delicious~ Thick, slightly sweet and perfectly healthy.... hehe~" she mumbled, still licking away the cum on your tip.

You couldn't help but blush from her comments, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Hah.... if I didn't know better, I really wouldn't believe this was your first time." you said while panting.

Cantarella chuckled then came up on your body, pushing you down to lay flat on the soft mattress while she straddled you. The air remained thick with tension and lust still, both of you feeling nowhere near satisfied and craved for more. Her hands cupped your face then slid down your bare body as she slowly stood up on her knees, grasping your shaft and aligning it to her core.

"We'll truly be one in mind and body now, dear~" she purred before pushing herself on your length.

You groaned together, her walls slowly parting to accompany you inside. Warm and mushy sensations enveloped you as you went in, your eyes not leaving the sight at all. You grasped her hips and helped her as she slowly sunk down, then let out a small gasp once it was fully inside. Your body almost arched when you felt the tightness, while she moaned out at the stuffy feeling.

"Aaah.... y-you feel wonderful.... Y-Y/n.... mmh~"

"Y-You too.... hah.... so warm and tight....."

Cantarella’s eyes, wide and a little dazed, were fixed on yours, flecks of silver dancing within their deep blue depths. A faint flush crept up her neck and across her cheeks, a beautiful contrast against her creamy skin. You remained still for a moment, just absorbing the sensation, the sheer intimacy of it, letting her adjust. Her body, so regal and composed usually, was trembling slightly above you. You could feel the rapid beat of your heart in your chest, and you could tell she was the same.

"Are you.... hah.... alright?" you asked softly, gently circling your thumbs on her hips.

She blinked, a slow, languid blink, and a soft smile curved her lips.

“Alright? Y/n, I am… beyond alright.” She reached down, her fingers feather-light as they brushed against your jawline, sending shivers down your spine. “This… this is… incredible.”

She leaned down near your face, resting her palms on either side of your head then began to slowly move. Her hips rocked back n forth first, finding the right angle and rhythm, but also enjoying the way your cock scrapped her insides. She softly moaned at the growing pleasure, carefully raising her hips a little to thrust down.

"Aah....! Mmh.... y-you are so deep inside....~"

She began to move faster, finally finding the motion that suited her. Her hips sought yours as she rose and sunk down at a steady pace, sounds of skin slapping of her hips and your thighs echoing in the silent room. You watched her face, fascinated by the play of emotions there– a slight furrow of her brow as she adjusted to the unfamiliar feeling, then a soft sigh as pleasure started to bloom.

The sight of her was marvelous, making you entranced as you watched her breasts bounce with her motions, and the way her walls clenched you to keep you deep inside as if to never let go. You finally dared to move now, giving a little thrust up which made her gasp in pleasure feeling your cock hit her deep spots. She ceased for a moment, a smirk coming on her lips before she leaned down further and embraced you.

You wrapped your arms around her body, her face buried in your neck as she licked and kissed the skin there before moaning in your ear when you started thrusting again. Your bodies stuck closely, a delicious rhythm forming of your hips with hers, and her silky voice moaning in your ear only enhanced the pleasure tenfold. Your hands slid down to grasp her hips, fingers digging in the ample flesh as you bucked up faster, rutting into her.

"O-Oh, yes! More.... w-will you give me more.... aahn.... m-my dear...."

"Y-Yeah.... anything.... this is for you only..... ngh~"

You moved with increasing urgency now, each thrust a testament to the passion that had been simmering between you for so long, finally unleashed in this private haven. Cantarella clung to you, her moans becoming less controlled, more raw, each sound vibrating against your ear and sending shivers down your spine. Just then she sat back up, her palms intertwining with yours, head titled with a sultry look on her face. You braced yourself for the onslaught of her hips, her body bouncing frantically on your cock.

"Aaah.... aah.... R-Rover.... Y/n.... mmh.... more....!~"

You took a deep breath then sat up as well and tightly held her, your face flush in her breasts as you embraced. Her hands threaded through your hair, lacing in the strands while you grasped her hips and thrusted with her.

“Y-Y/n….!” she gasped out, her head thrown back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. You instinctively leaned in, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin there, tasting the faint salt of her sweat, the intoxicating scent of her perfume now mingled with something wilder, more primal. You felt her walls tighten around you, gripping you fiercely, urging you on. Her breath hitched, and she arched her back, her breasts heaving with each gasped breath.

"I-I'm close... ngh... C-Cantarella....!~" you announced, slapping your hips up.

"G-Go on.... inside.... give it to me..... aahn~!" she urged you, wrapping her legs around your waist and locking you in so you wouldn't pull away.

Normally, you'd have been more cautious. But you couldn't control yourself here, not when you were finally in the arms of the woman you loved, not when you were finally inside her and she wanted you do it inside. You quickened your pace, your own breath coming in ragged gasps now. The world narrowed down to the feel of her body against yours, the sound of her moans in your ear, the taste of her skin as you nuzzled into her neck. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point.

You thrust into her one last time, your release crashing over you in a torrent of sensation, hot and blinding and utterly consuming. You cried out her name, a primal sound of completion and adoration, as you emptied yourself into her, your body shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure. She threw her body back feeling your release filling her up, moaning out at the hot sensations and the way your cum seeped inside her. Her arms and legs completely locked around you, holding you to dear life.

However, you weren't blind to the fact that she didn't have her release, despite her not saying anything about it. You were a little surprised she held on this long and even through your orgasm considering it was her first time, but it also would be unlike the Head of Fisalia to not have a greater willpower and resilience. Not to mention, knowing how she always prioritized others' wellbeing over her own, it was understandable she wanted you to be satisfied first. Too bad for her, you wouldn't be satisfied if she wasn't.

You suddenly turned over and placed her on the bed, her back hitting the soft mattress with a surprised gasp leaving her lips. She watched you come on top of her, spreading her legs open to accommodate yourself. Her eyes flickered when she saw your cock was still hard, brimming with energy as if it didn't just release twice in a span of some minutes. You rubbed it against her slit, grinding over her clit and spreading her arousal.

"You didn't cum, did you?" you asked her, your voice low and soft.

"I-It is alright, I don't want you to exert yourself."

You chuckled, knowing you were indeed right.

"It's not. I told you this is all for you, didn't I? No more suppressing your own desires and wishes. Tell me what you want, I will give it to you no matter what."

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, finding herself unaccustomed to this kind of situation. Her lips parted to say something but she held back for a moment, seemingly thinking over her words. Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken desires. You continued to tease her clit, circling it with your cock, feeling her hips buck slightly against you. She was holding back, you could feel it in her tense muscles, in the quickening of her breath.

"I...." she began, her voice low like a whisper. "I want that.... again...." she eyed to where your bodies were joined, looking at your cock resting on her folds, "And.... I want what you felt....."

Her eyes hooded and lips formed a smile as she spoke, looking at you tenderly. You smiled back and pecked her lips then guided your shaft to her entrance, pressing the tip against her slick folds. She was so wet, ready for you in a way that words couldn't express. Slowly, deliberately, you began to push inside her, parting her folds once again for your length to fill her up. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, but this time, there was no surprise, only anticipation, hunger.

"More.... mmh.... give it to me..... just engrave me into you!~"

Her unfiltered words sent a wave of pleasure and surge of energy through you, eager to please her and make her see stars. You bucked forward and hilted inside her in one go, immediately hitting the deepest spots in her. She arched up in pleasure, hips bucking into you with a raw moan leaving her lips. You began to move slowly, deliberately, drawing out the sensations for both of you. You watched her face, her reactions, her breath hitching and catching, her body starting to move with yours, instinctively, beautifully.

Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets tightly loosened to reach up to your shoulders, pulling you down and wrapping around, her painted fingernails clawing down your skin. You groaned in her ear, starting to go faster now, bucking your hips with fervour. You felt her walls tighten around you, clenching your member just like before, making you thrust harder. You felt her starting to lose herself, her breaths becoming ragged gasps, body arching and bucking beneath you.

"Yes.... f-faster.... ohhh....! Hah.... Y/n.... I love you.... I love you so much~"

Her sudden declaration of love caught you off guard, but also made you move harder.

"I love you too.... aah.... s-so much for so long.... fuck!~"

You buried your face in the crook of her neck, her left hand reaching up to entangle in your hair and grasp the strands. Her legs locked around your waist and you felt her walls flutter, tightening and loosening all at once and you knew she was close. You breathed against her, groaning as you thrusted faster, the bed moving from your intense pace.

"Cumming.... Y/n.... I'm about to— !~"

She cried out and embraced you tighter as she finally came, an explosive release washing over her making her walls milk you. You sighed at the tight and warm sensations, feeling her release on your cock still buried deep inside. You halted for a minute as she came down from her high, letting her breathe and compose herself. You raised yourself and watched her, face contorted in pleasure, smiling at you affectionately.

You shared a gentle kiss, enjoying this blissful moment. She perhaps expected you to stop now and not continue for a while, judging by the shocked expression on her face when you suddenly raised up her left leg and shifted her on her side, putting her leg over your shoulder. She had no time to prepare as you immediately thrusted inside, hilting to the base once again and setting a frantic, relentless pace.

"Aaahn! W-Wait.... I'm still— hng!~" she gasped, feeling overwhelmed.

"I know... hah.... that's why...." you said with a grin, kissing the back of her held up leg, caressing her porcelein skin.

Your hips drove forward animalistically, driven by the unfulfilled lust that still burned between you, the world narrowing down to the feel of her body against yours, the sound of your mingled breaths and the soft slapping of flesh against flesh. All of a sudden, you heard a breathy chuckle from her, followed by the usual confident smirk forming on her face.

"I didn't anticipate.... y-you to go on.... aah— I thought I'd have to.... mmh.... g-give you a stamina potion~" she teased, the way you were used to from her.

"Aaahn.... but I should have known.... it's you, after all— Oh, right there! Show me.... Rover.... Y-Y/n.... mm.... show me what you have~" she challenged, being fully aware of just what you could do.

She wanted to rile you up, to make you lose your sense of control and rail her so she wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. Well, who were you to ever back down from a challenge?

You gritted your teeth and grasped her held-up leg then swiftly flipped her over, making her lay on her stomach. She mewled in pleasure at your rough handling, immediately standing up on all fours and glancing back at you, her eyes half-lidded and beckoning you to carry on. You wasted no time and grabbed her hips to pull her closer then thrust inside her once again, her back arching and a moan coming from her throat in response.

Driven by her challenge, your every thrust becomes a declaration, a raw expression of the desire that has simmered between you for so long. Cantarella’s breath hitches, her nails digging into the plush velvet of the bedsheets beneath her hands. “Y-Yes… like that…” she breathes, the words fragmented and breathless. Her head falls forward, her hands finding it difficult to hold up from your frantic onslaught on her behind.

Your fingers dig in the plush of her ass, kneading it in your palms, feeling her soft and plumpy skin. Her back arches further with each deep thrust, her body a taut string humming with energy. You keep drilling forward, fucking into her as if you wouldn't ever again, giving her what she wanted and more. The sounds of your bodies moving together fill the room— the soft slap of skin against skin, her increasingly louder moans, your own ragged breaths.

"Oh yes...! Just like that.... more.... show me....! G-Give it all to me.... aaahnn!~"

You soon wrap your arms around her waist and lean on her back, your face buried in her silky lavender hair as you keep thrusting, groaning with effort in her ear. She's barely able to hold herself up now from your added weight, but she soon realizes it's your hold that's keeping her in place.

"Ngh.... I think you should be.... mmh.... the o-one to take that stamina potion, hehe~" you tease, increasing the speed and intensity of your hips even more.

She knew what you meant, and you may be right. You then stand back up and suddenly loosen the grip on her, causing her front to lose all strength. Her face gets buried in the sheets with her ass still raised up for you, your cock rutting faster than before. She moaned with your thrusts, a cacaphony of her silvery voice and sounds of skin slapping resounding in the room. She couldn't describe what she felt any longer, her mind clouded by lust and you, just you.

"F-Fuck.... you are so beautiful this way.... aah.... I'm close again....!~"

You grunted then leaned down to rest on her back, pressing her body flat against the bed. Your hips continued seeking hers in this new position, your cock hitting her the deepest than ever. She cried out at how deep you went, the barrage on her sensitive spots never stopping. She looped her arm around your head and raised up slightly then turned her head to kiss you, pulling your head deeper with her looped arm. You exchanged a messy open-mouthed kiss, tongues and breaths mingling before releasing with a gasp as she put her head down to enjoy the pleasurable sensations.

"I-I'm also close.... oh yes.... t-this is amazing.... aahh.... d-don't stop....!~"

You didn't stop. You kept going, as hard and fast as you knew she could take. Controlling your strength at this moment became difficult with how lost you were in lust and the feeling of her— her tight and warm walls clutching around you, her exquisite body pinned beneath yours, her intoxicating scent that overwhelmed your senses, and her angelic voice that continuously moaned for you. You then raised up your body a little, supporting yourself with your arms by keeping them on either side of her, angling your hips in a new way.

You were sure she was completely lost in pleasure now with the way her lolled out, eyes rolled to the back of her head. She knew nothing but the pleasure you were giving her, enjoying the intense thrusts as you drove in and out. You were both reaching your peak now, having held on longer than expected. You pulled her hips into you with your final thrusts, desperately bucking forward to reach your release together. She merely thrusted back into you, feeling powerless to do anything else.

"Together.... are you ready, Cantarella? Mmm.... I'm really close....!"

"Y-Yes.... cum with me.... Y-Y/n.... I'm almost there too~!"

And just like that, the dam broke.

You did a final hard thrust, burying yourself to her depths and released a torrent of hot, unending cum. A guttural cry tore from her throat, not of pain, but of pure, unadulterated sensation. Her body arched beneath you, a wild tremor that rippled through you both. White-hot pleasure erupted from your core, radiating outwards, engulfing your senses. You felt her inner muscles contract around you, milking every last drop of pleasure, and you groaned, a sound lost against her cries.

You fell on her back, panting against her shoulder as your release drew out by the feeling of her walls clencing you, orgasming with you. For a long, drawn-out moment, time ceased to exist. There was only the feeling of her body pressed against yours, the frantic beat of your combined hearts and the slickness of sweat and passion coating your skin. You could feel Cantarella trembling beneath you, her body still radiating heat. You planted kisses on her shoulder and back before embracing her, simply resting together.

Slowly, after some time, you pulled out from her, your cum gushing out with a pop. You helped her turn on her front, her body still heaving from the intense session. She smiled at you and opened her arms in a loving embrace, and you couldn't help but dive forward in her warmness, hugging her back tightly and laying down together. She planted kisses all over your face- starting from your forehead then down to your eyelids, cheeks, nose and finally meeting your lips.

"Are you alright?" you asked, concerned.

The question felt almost ridiculous, given the intensity of what you had just shared. But you needed to hear it from her, needed reassurance that this experience, so new and overwhelming for her, was positive. She pulled back slightly from your embrace, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, still heavily lidded and shimmering with unshed tears of release and something deeper, met yours.

"Why wouldn't I be? I have found my partner. Exploring the depths of this unknown sea with you was an experience I'll never forget. This night.... is truly a night to remember, and I cannot thank you enough for giving me this, and so much more."

You blushed hearing her words then smiled back, "Me too, it was an unforgettable experience for me as well. And.... I hope from now on you will openly tell your wishes, at least to me. I want to fulfill everything you desire, and give you everything you deserve."

Her azure eyes widened, yours words holding immeasurable weight.

"Y/n, you...." she trailed off in a whisper, cupping your face and gazing into your eyes, "Everything I want, I wish and desire.... is right in front of me~"

You smiled at each other then shared a gentle kiss before drifting into the night, snuggled under the warm blanket. The warmth of her body pressed against yours was a novel sensation, a comforting heat that seeped into you, chasing away the last vestiges of the day’s chill. You could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest against your own, each breath a gentle whisper against your skin. The air in the room, thick moments ago with unspoken desires, now held a quiet, expectant hum.

*~*

Morning light spilled softly into the room, golden and warm, brushing over tangled sheets and quiet corners. It stretched across the bed, falling gently on you both as you lay close, faces peaceful in sleep. Sunlight catches in Cantarella's hair, painting it with a soft, honeyed glow, and kisses her shoulders with warmth. Outside, birds sing sweet, lilting songs that drift through the open window, carried on a fresh breeze that stirs the curtains. Leaves shimmer with dew, the world hushed and still.

Cantarella was first to awaken, opening her azure eyes and to be met by the sight of you entangled with her. Her mind immediately recalled the events of last night, a whirlpool of emotions rising in her yet calming down rather quickly after looking at your peaceful face. She smiled and leaned in to kiss your forehead, slightly rising up to rest on her side and pulled the blanket further up on you, tucking you in while humming a soft tune.

"I wonder what you see in your dreams, Y/n, if not nothing at all...." she mumbled to herself in a low voice, "Hehe, look at you.... so peacefully asleep like a baby. Are you really the one who branded me into the sheets last night?~" she playfully tapped your nose with a chuckle, gazing at you with utmost love.

She raised her eyes to look around her room, watching the pleasant sunlight spill in and hearing the chirping of birds. Porto-Veno Castle had never felt this peaceful and serene, but she knew why this was the case now. This quiet, tranquil morning was a miracle granted by none other than you. She felt grateful to have you beside her this way now. Just like you, she also wised to fulfill all your wishes and desires and hoped for you to lead a peaceful and happy life.

She soon noticed your brows furrowing and a groan escaping your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, the sunlight obscuring your vision. She came in front to shield you, caressing your head to calm you down. You then finally opened your eyes and were met with Cantarella's beautiful face staring at you, a look of surprise coming and going on your face as you quickly recalled what had happened last night.

"Good morning, Y/n~" she stated with a smile, coming close to peck your lips.

"Good morning, Cantarella. Are you feeling alright?"

She chuckled and laid back down beside you, gently cupping your face and tracing her fingers along your jaw.

"Better than ever.... even if slightly drained~"

You smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I'll be careful from next time...."

"Oh, please don't. I'd rather want you to not hold back from next time~"

You chuckled together before laying down in silence, simply gazing at each other, her hand continuing to caress your face in gentle motions.

"I like the way you look at me. In your eyes, even the darkest depths of the sea are made transparent. With you, I am no longer "The Bane." I am simply..... myself." she whispered, her face mirrored in your eyes.

You smiled softly then cupped her face in return, "And you will always be just you for me, Cantarella."

She smiled in return and joined your foreheads together, relishing the feeling of your touch and presence. The soft sunlight brushed through the room, a refreshing fragrance slowly filling the space as jellyfishes floated around you both. She lifted her azure eyes, the mist long faded, her gaze now like a calm sea, with just the ripple of gentle feelings.

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(srry for anon😭) id love to see a se-mi smut fic with the brothers best friend trope… obviously only if ur comfy w it!!! im literally taking se-mi crumbs rn but i adore ur fics !

✧₊⁺ i can see you (makes me want you even more)

se-mi x fem!reader

✦ synopsis: don't ever fall for your brother's best friend. but when she kisses you like that, when she fucks you like that, how could you not?

content: minors DNI, brother's best friend! se-mi x younger sister reader, smut, fingering/oral (r!receiving), spanking, daddy kink, squirt, choking, angst, se-mi is 24 here x reader is 22, fluff at the end!

authors note: hiii omg im so sorry for the weekend, i was exhausted!! but i made this, gathering these three requests together so i hope you love it!

"no"

"yes- it's not even a question! she's coming!"

"you lied to me! you said she wasn't!"

"you wouldn't have come if i told you!"

i sighed as i smacked him. he quickly hit me back.

"if she bothers me, i'll punch her. i'm not kidding."

"fine, whatever" my brother, nam-gyu, rolled his eyes.

he's been insisting that i came to this trip for like a year, saying he missed me. i haven't seen the gang for a whole year. we all used to get along just fine, except se-mi and i.

she used to make fun of me for being nam-gyu's little sister. ever since they became friends (when i was 12 and they were 14), she's been a bitch to me. i argued more with her than with my own brother, but somehow, she always found a way to fix it at night.

when her and her girlfriend mocked me for my pjs at 16, making me cry, she waited till midnight to sneak into my room, laying in bed besides me as we watched my favorite tv show.

"i'm sorry. i really like these. don't ever take them off"

and when i was 18, she told the entire group i was the most annoying girl she knew. but once they all left, she set up a pillowfort downstairs along with my favorite snacks. we played videogames there all night.

"i'm sorry. it wasn't true. you're the coolest girl i know"

and when i turned 20, me and nam-gyu had a big fight. she took his side while i sobbed. but when everyone went to bed, she came to my room and hold me as i sobbed on her chest until i fell asleep on her.

"you're so stubborn.. but we-..b-but he loves you so much. he's trying to take care of you"

and with time, i started to fell in love with her. the feelings growing more and more each year.

she was my first love. my first not reciprocated love.

"hurry up, min-su said they're outside!"

"i'm coming" i yelled at him as i grabbed my suitcase, checking if i packed everything.

as we left the house and said goodbye to our parents, my brother carried my luggage to the trunk.

thanos switched from driver to the passenger seat to leave nam-gyu. se-mi was sitting in the backseat, looking by the window from the left side. min-su was in the middle and i was supposed to sit on the right side of the window seat.

i opened the car door and got in as the three stared at me up and down.

"look who's finally here" thanos turned around to smirk at me as he spoke. "holy shit you look so much older! the last time we saw you you were like 21, how old are you now?"

"you don't say that to a girl! and it's been only a year!" i smacked his head as he winced.

"we missed you! even se-mi missed you!" i hugged min-su as i rolled my eyes at his comment while se-mi snorted.

"how could i not miss the princess of the group?" she said in a low voice. our eyes met after one year as she scanned my face.

here we go again.

"hey. we will have a peaceful trip to the cabin. did the four of you heard me?" my brother said, getting in as he started the car.

"can we go get something to eat?" i whined.

"you just finished the entire bag of pretzels all by yourself, and you're still hungry?" min-su said, not even looking at me as the four of them were rotting on the couch, playing with the ps4 dad installed last summer.

"i swear i'll start crying, i'm starving! and i've also been wanting to play all afternoon but none of you-" i said as the doorbell interrupted my big speech. se-mi quickly got up and threw the controller to me as i lifted one brow.

"take it, got more important shit to do than to hear you whine" she said, running to open the door.

i could hear a feminine voice talking as se-mi chuckled and moved aside, letting her in.

"come in pretty, so, this is the entire gang and that's nam-gyu's annoying little sister" she said introducing us, as i stared offended.

the girl stood behind her. she had long black hair and soft eyes, she looked just like one of se-mi's perfect victims.

the guys said a quick 'hey', without even taking their eyes off the screen.

"but let's go upstairs, i'll show you my room" se-mi said, grabbing her hand while pulling her upstairs.

once they disappeared, i let out a furious scoff.

"seriously?"

"you know how she is; we don't even try anymore. she has more game than we do" thanos mumbled as he eliminated my brother from the game, celebrating on his face.

"don't start any-" nam-gyu said as i cut him.

"if i hear any moans, i swear to god-"

and of course, not even 20 minutes later, we could all hear the loud moans and screams coming out of se-mi's room.

i swear, fuck her.

i checked the time as i left my comfortable bed. i read the clock's display, 2:30 am.

i put on one of my brother's big shirts that i stole from him as i got downstairs to get a midnight snack and some water.

i turned on the kitchen lights to find se-mi, with a green shirt and some grey sweatpants leaned against the counter, hair on her face as she scrolled through her phone. she lifted her gaze, smirking when she found my face.

"apparently i can't even get some water without you being around" i mumbled, passing by her side and going straight to the fridge to grab the water bottle and a glass from the shelves as she chuckled.

"weird, because if i remember correctly, the last time we saw each other you were saying something entirely different."

i closed my eyes at the memories of last time in the cabin. a year ago, when she lifted me and took me upstairs to her room. her hands were in my hair while she kissed me. my lips red and swollen. her hands teasing my folds over-

i close the fridge as i straighten myself, looking at her.

"a mistake, remember?" i said, sarcastically smirking, quoting her words from last time.

"this-this was a mistake. if nam gyu finds out, we're both fucking dead. this never happened." she said, putting on her jeans and looking for her shirt.

i should've kept my mouth shut.

but the words slipped out as she kissed my neck, her fingers inside of me.

"i love you, se-mi"

i covered my naked body with a sheet, ashamed. "i'm in love with you" my stare lost in a blank point.

she stopped changing as she stared at me, her eyes wide.

"you don't. i'm just older than you and you think you're in love-"

"i know i am!" i shouted as she shushed me, getting close to me.

"you're not. and i definitely know i'm not. we know better. you like fucking around and i do too, that's all this was." she said, grabbing my face to meet hers. she scanned my watery eyes as she wiped the tears.

"we know better than to fall in love just because a night of good sex" she said

"and then i never saw you again after that. you suddenly were 'too busy hanging out' everytime i was in your house." she said. the memories hitting us both like a trainwreck.

"i didn't wanted to see your face again"

"i wanted to see yours" she said, slowly moving closer to me. her hands gripping my waist, holding me against the wall.

"why? to tell me once again how it was just one night of good sex and that's all?"

her eyes trailed all over my face, one of her hands left my waist to cup my face, her thumb gently caressing my cheek.

she sighed, pressing her forehead against mine.

"i'm so weak for you" she murmur, making me sigh.

"don't do this se-mi.." i closed my eyes as i felt my heart flutter.

as i open my mouth to speak again, a soft feminine voice interrumpted us from upstairs.

"se-mi? did you get the water? i'm thirsty"

of course. i should've seen it coming.

i scoffed as i pushed her off. she also seemed to regain consciousness as she quickly grabbed a glass of water and filled it up without saying a word. she stared at me with a hint of.. guilt? before making her way upstairs with the girl.

pretending to hate eachother was the healthiest thing we could've done.

i stopped partying every night once i hit 22, but sometimes, i missed it. mostly, my old version. the one who used to fuck around, who wasn't afraid, the life of the party and most importantly;

i miss the old me, who wasn't completely in love with se-mi.

so yeah, maybe i wasn't in my right mind when we started taking a few shots with the guys before the anual party they threw in the cabin everytime they did their summer trip.

and maybe i wasn't in my right mind when i called my ex fling to come to the party because well... what could go wrong?

i layed a few oufit options in my bed as i prepped the shower, feeling a bit tipsy as i choose the skirt and top that most went with my style.

i got out the shower, wrapping myself in a towel as i started applying my hair products. i felt the door open as se-mi walked in and closed it behind her.

"the guys want to know if you're done already because we want to start shower-" she stop mid-sentence, taking in my naked framed wrapped with just one towel.

her eyes lingered on me like a pervert, making me roll my eyes.

"yes, is that all?" i said, she roamed my body like she was trying to undress me.

she hummed while stepping closer to me, grabbing the little towel knot that stopped it from unwrapping me.

"you gonna get all dolled up for me?" she said, her other hand went to my hip.

"not for you" i slapped her hand as she chuckled. she grabbed me from my arm, pulling me against her.

"you're such a brat. bet you love knowing the effect you have on me hm?" her breath fanning against my neck made me shiver, she let out soft chuckle. "if my hand lowers a little more, i can even feel how soaked it makes you. isn't that right princess?" she said, placing a kiss on my neck, making me feel uneasy.

"you need my fingers? like last time?" she whispered on my ear, kissing and licking my neck as i tried to suppress a moan.

"why yours, if i could get more skillfulled ones?" i said, pushing her away. i grabbed my hairbrush to focus on something else as she scoffed at my statement.

"yeah? they have you clenching, dripping down your thighs like i did?"

"oh yes! i remember my last hookup, she had me begging for more. i even remember calling her dadd-" her hand quickly wrapped around my throat, my back against her chest.

she tightened her grip while choking me, making my cunt throb for more as she made me look at myself in the mirror.

"if i hear you say something like that again i swear-"

"se-mi? stop making my sister mad and come help with the drinks" nam-gyu's voice could be heard from downstairs, breaking the moment. she lose her grip and step away, shouting back. "coming!"

she turned around one more time before leaving my room.

"we're not done princess. if you wanna be a brat, you'll get punished like one"

i left my room with my makeup, hair and outfit done. i locked the door so one got in as i took a quick look at the house. it seemed pretty full even though the party was just getting started.

as i got downstairs, i could see my brother with thanos, min-su and se-mi with a girl on her lap. they were smoking and drinking on the couch.

"look who finally finished getting ready!" thanos said, whistling as he took a look at my outfit.

"that is so short" nam-gyu tried to pull my skirt down as i slapped his hand.

"stop it! i like it that way" i said.

se-mi's eyes didn't leave my body, not even as she squeezed the girl's waist tighter. her stare was glued on my thighs as the short skirt left little to the imagination. i could see her gaze darkening with desire. she hummed in agreement with nam-gyu.

se-mi lifted an eyebrow as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. i turned around to see no-eul.

"look who's finally here! you invite me yet you don't even wait for me at the door, rude"

my ex.. fling? all the guys knew her. and se-mi did too, of course.

i leave a kiss on the corner of her mouth, as she said a quick hello to my friends. i dragged her to a corner more far away from se-mi and my brother as i heard the group laughing, all except for her.

i could feel her cold stare follow my moves as i headed to the kitchen with no-eul. i grabbed a bottle and poured a shot for her and another for me.

"so, what brings you back?" she said, her arms possesively going around my waist as i drank.

"nothing important, as always" i chuckled, staring at her. "happy to see me?" i said as she nods, cupping my face.

"always" her reply makes me smirk.

as she gets closer to place a kiss, i feel a soft push, breaking us from the moment.

"can i grab the bottle or?" a low voice said, making me face right just to meet se-mi's annoyed gaze.

i handle the bottle as she leans against the counter, staying right besides us.

"you look so pretty tonight" no-eul said as i could see se-mi rolling her eyes from the corner.

"yeah? all for you" i bit my lip as i slid her hand to guide her to my waist. i heard the brunette besides me mumbling something as she kept staring at us.

"you have a problem?" no-eul turned to face se-mi, with an annoyed expression.

se-mi drank a shot, her eyes taking my face.

"oh sorry, it's just that when i had her upstairs with my fingers wrapped around her throat, she didn't seemed to be 'all pretty just for you' " she snickered, making no-eul clench her jaw as she gazed at me.

"are you for real?"

"no! she's a fucking liar, wait-" i cupped her face as she got rid of my grip.

"i'll go get something to smoke, excuse me" she said, disappearing in the crowd.

i turned to se-mi as i punched her arm and she winced.

"you're a fucking jealous cunt and-"

"and you're making me go insane with that little skirt." she said, stopping my rant mid-sentence as i stared at her. "and if you don't stop flirting, i'll have to bend you over against this counter, move your pretty panties aside and insert two fingers on that pretty cunt so everyone can see who's the only one that can do it" she said, pressing our bodies together. she turned around to see if any of the guys could see or hear us, but they were too busy with some girls.

i stood there frozen.

fuck it.

i grabbed the nape of her neck, pulling her towards me, her lips meeting mine with a harsh and desesperate kiss. she quickly returned it.

after a few minutes she softly pushed me, grabbing my hand to drag us to the nereast bathroom. as we got in, she locked the door behind us.

she quickly pushed me against the door, grabbing my thighs to lift me up, making me wrap my legs around her as she kissed me for a second time tonight.

i grabbed her neck, making the kiss more intense. our tongues fought for dominance as we both moaned.

her lips broke with mine to deposit open-mouthed kisses on my neck, biting and licking as i leaned my head aside, giving her better access.

"w-wait se-mi" i said as she kept kissing me. "no, stop"

she stopped the kisses. her eyes were almost black from lust, her lips red and her face filled with a confused expression as she let me down on my feet again.

"i don't get it se-mi. 'this was a mistake', but your eyes want to undress me everytime we're together. and we 'can't date', but everytime i try to move on to forget about you, you're always there to make sure i don't" i raised my voice, that couldn't even be heard right because of the loud music coming from outside.

her hands rubbed her face in frustration as she took a deep breath. she grabbed my hand again, pulling me upstairs and leading into my room. she closed the door behind her as she turned to look at me.

"do you know what nam-gyu would say? he would kick my ass for dating his little sister, i can't do that to my best friend!"

"you can't do that to your best friend so you choose to break my heart instead?"

"that's never what i wanted!"

"well that's what you did when you left me naked in bed, crying my eyes out while you moved on, fucking any girl you could to forget about me because i know damn well you liked me too!" i said, almost screaming. my breathing getting heavier as i took a step towards her.

"doll, i can't-"

"if you can't, then stop messing with my life! if you don't want to date me because you're too afraid then let me fuck with whoever i want! i'm sick of you controlling every interaction i have with someone. either you decide to get serious with me or back off and leave me alone" i said, anger could be heard in every word i said.

she froze at my words. her eyes widen and her lip trembled.

"i guess you're right" she stepped away from me, turning to leave. "i don't deserve you. i- i know you'll find someone better to fall in love with." she said, watching my teary eyes as she left my room, closing the door behind her as i finally let my tears fall.

i lowered my shoulders as i sat in bed, letting out a choked sob. i felt so...pathetic.

i stared at the ceiling for 5 minutes, cursing her in every language i knew while i kept crying.

suddenly, i felt the doorknob moving as the door opened.

and there she was, standing there. she bit her lip piercing as she re-entered my room, closing the door and leaning against it while she stared at me. my eyes wide as i open my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"i know i don't deserve you but.. i'd rather change to be the person you need than letting you go with someone else." she came towards me, her hands cupping my face. "i'll be damned if i see anyone laying their hands on my girl." she said, smashing her lips against mine as i moaned in surprise.

she was leaning since i was in bed, so i grabbed her shirt and pulled her, making her fall on top of me. our lips never breaking the kiss.

i sneaked my arms around her neck, pulling her deeper as she bite my lower lip, making me whimper.

"my pretty girl" she said as her knee got in between my legs, pressing against my center, making me whimper. "i'm keeping that skirt i swear to god. you're such a tease. i wanted to lift it and fuck you right there and then"

"w-wore it just for you, daddy" i hiccuped as her knee made my clit twitch and my cunt throb.

she let out a low groan as she heard my words. her hand wrapped around my throat, leaving me with little to no air as her tongue entered my mouth.

"did anyone ever fucked you the way i did baby? did anyone ever made you squirt like i did that night?" she said, breaking the kiss with a possessive tone as her grip tightened.

i shook my head no, my brain feeling fuzzy from lust and desire.

she lifted my skirt, giving a harsh slap at my pussy, making me let out a choked moan.

"use your words like the big girl you are" she said in a low tone.

"no one e-ever touched me like you did"

her hands roamed through my body, harshly pulling down my top, letting my tits out as i didn't had a bra on. she took one nipple on her mouth, while her hand sneaked to my covered cunt, softly spreading with her fingers the wet patch that formed in my panties, pressing at my clit. i couldn't stop moaning from the sensation.

she separated her mouth of my tits with a loud 'pop'. her fingers pushed my thong aside, spreading the wetness all over my cunt and using it as lube to get two fingers inside of me as her other hand left my throat and flew to my mouth.

"sh, sh, we don't want anyone hearing those pretty moans" she cooed, making my eyes watery from pleasure as her fingers thrusted harsh and quick inside of me.

she lowered to get her face in between my legs, one hand holding my panties aside as the other one kept thrusting. she spit on my cunt, spreading the glob with her tongue around my aching clit.

i chanted her name as her fingers hit the spongy spot inside of me, making my walls clench around her as she moaned, making vibrations hit my clit. my eyes rolled back as i gripped the bedsheets.

as she felt me getting closer and closer, her fingers suddenly left my inside, making me sob.

she moved me around to place me in all fours and slowly began to remove my damp panties. the sight from my mirror was pornographic. the mascara tears running down my cheeks, my tits hanging from the top, my panties now pooled around my knees as the skirt revealed my drooling pussy underneath it.

se-mi gave a few harsh slaps, spanking me. the red print of her hand on my ass felt warm. her fingers gathered my slickness as i felt her breath against me. she licked a fat strip of my pussy from behind, making me moan loudly.

"such a whore. you were this desesperate for me to fuck you again?" she said teasingly as i nodded. "my needy girl"

"please, please daddy" i sobbed as i felt her fingers tease my entrance. my cunt clenching around nothing, waiting for her.

she hummed as her two fingers entered inside of me again, making me whimper as a few tears slipped.

"so pretty on your knees. just for me"

she trusted ruthless as my hand sneaked to circle my clit, clenching around her.

all i could heard was the music downstairs and the wet squelching sounds my cunt made, all wet for her. i couldn't stop moaning louder and louder everytime she hit that spot.

"f-fuck. gonna. cum" i whimpered as the circles on my clit got sloppier and her moves got deeper and quicker. "daddy- i'm gonna squirt all your fingers" i said as she moaned, her fingers going at a faster pace at my words.

while she kept fucking me, her other hand went to my hair, pulling it as she gave one more thrust. the tingle from the harsh pain and her fingers inside made the heat on my lower tummy snap as i could feel myself squirting all over her fingers, wetting the sheets underneath as my body collapsed in bed.

her thrusts got slower until they stopped completely. she removed her fingers from inside of me and placed them on my mouth as i licked them clean with my tongue. she bite her lip and kissed me one last time before getting up.

she came back with a small towel to clean me and then got rid of her clothes, laying besides me.

she hugged me as my head positioned on her chest.

"there wasn't a time in where i wasn't in love with you" she whispered. it felt so intimate, only for me to hear.

"when we were younger, when you got mad at me, the first time we kiss, when we hooked up, i was always head over heels for you, princess". she said. her hand softly caressing my hair, making my eyes close. "i kept trying to forget about you all the time but the feelings were always there, reminding me that i'll never stop loving you. and if, us being together, means we'll have to tell your annoying brother who will probably murder me after, i'll still do it for you"

i smiled and softly chuckled. my heart fluttering from happiness, and god, butterflies were small in comparison to what she made me feel.

"i never stopped loving you either" i replied, feeling a kiss on my temple.

and this time felt different. the cold feeling i had before, when she left me alone in bed, was no longer there.

it felt warm now, with her body besides mine, her love-filled gaze. i knew this time was going to be different.

[sooniebby]

I’m back…had a random thought when listening to men moaning and I just had to write it for y’all.. you know the drill, bottom male reader, reader is mentioned to have a cock

Smut fic—in which reader has the terrible experience of being able to read minds. It was fun at first when you first found out at age ten.. but then it just got bad because you couldn’t control it

Hearing your mom’s thoughts about your dad was traumatizing to say the least. As you grew older, you basically learned to tune people out by filling your head with your own thoughts. It usually works.

And it was your usual day in your philosophy class at the university you dreamed of going to.. and it was the usual in that you sat next to this random girl who slept the entire time. Which was good, you didn’t have to worry about her thoughts.

But much to your surprise, someone sat next to you. It was pretty shocking. This guy was “popular” in the sense he was handsome and everyone wanted to be near him.

He usually only sat next to his friends but today he was next to you..? Odd—but you didn’t care that much. You now had to focus on making sure his thoughts didn’t distract you from your professor..

But you did want to take a little peak—just to see what a guy like him would be thinking. At most, you expected him to be focused on taking notes

This guy… is he an actor, you thought to yourself. He looked to be paying attention but the only thing on his mind was sex.. with you.

And not just a fleeting glimpse of sex. it was.. wow, pretty graphic.

He was fantasizing about fucking you in an empty classroom. The classroom you two were in right now. You sprawled on the teacher’s desk, back arched with your legs being pushed towards you.

He was fucking you. Very harsh. He had a very vivid dream of how you’d look fucked out on the table—your moans filling the empty classroom.

His fantasy was solely on you. How you cried, how you arched your back, how you whined his name.. suddenly, he was holding tightly on your neck, lightly squeezing it while his thrusts began to practically knock your breath away.

“You sound so cute.. but you can be louder, yeah?” His fantasy self said to you, reaching down and slapping your ass which earned a scream. Which embarrassingly enough caused you to flinch in real life.

Okay, that’s enough..! You thought to yourself, looking away with a blush. Holy shit. This random guy… was dreaming about having sex with you?! But you guys didn’t even speak.. why.. did he like you?

You couldn’t help but glance over at him, trying hard to not let his thoughts flood your mind again. He was certainly hot—which made sense why a lot girls kept fangirling about him.. Black hair slicked back with gel, a nice nose, plump lips girls were jealous of, a lean body, cat-like eyes..

why was he into you?

He could have anyone.. but he’s thinking about you?

By accident, a slip of his thoughts flooded you again. He wasn’t thinking about sex anymore, he was actually focused on his notes. With a sigh, you decided to believe you were just going crazy and took a sip from your water bottle.

‘His mouth is so small.. would it actually be able to fit around my cock?’

You coughed heavily as water slipped out of your mouth. Much to your shock, the perverted guy handed you some tissues to wipe your mouth. You muttered a thank you, cleaning your chin and mouth.

Jesus, this guy is going to be the death of you.

‘He’s so cute…I hope he likes guys…’

You sighed, happy that he was finally thinking about you normally.

‘Ah.. what if it was my cum instead of water on his lips..? Oh, too much don’t wanna pop a boner in class.’

You could only cough once more in shock and cover your ears. Oh, you needed him away from you fast. But it seemed like he was going to actually start pursuing you soon..

But what you really wondered is if you could survive hearing his thoughts on a daily basis.. and by the embarrassing boner you were sporting right now

Yeah, you were going to be having boners in philosophy often.

‘Does he even like giving blowjobs..? Hope so.. it’d be hot cumming in his mouth..having it overflow.. oops, boner!’

This was going to be a long day…

My first ever one where the guy actually thinks and technically talks… :0! This was fun if you guys want, I’ll definitely expand on it. For now, Imma continue the roommate for tmmr <3

Yoga instructor is coming soon, can’t wait to have an actual fic for him, it’ll be in 2nd person!

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[no-144444]

happy accident!- m.verstappen

Day 20 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: two words. Las Vegas.

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You sat up in bed, a pounding headache beginning at the base of your skull. It had been a long night. Max had won Las Vegas (again), and begged you to come out (again). Being the dutiful best friend you were, you obliged with minimal complaining (a lot) before Lando decided to get both you and Max as drunk as possible. You weren’t totally convinced you didn’t have alcohol poisoning. 

You started to get up, only to realise you were tied to the bed. Had you brought someone back with you last night? 

Your eyes searched around the room until they landed on an awful sight beside you. Max Emmilian Verstappen laying beside you drowsy, but waking up. You scrambled to cover yourself up with the duvet as he rubbed his eyes, finally awake. 

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he asked, yawning. 

You gulped. “I-I don’t know, I don’t remember.”

He nodded. “Me neither.” 

He looked around the room and found many empty bottles of various different alcohols, 5 used condoms in the bin, your clothes and his scattered all over the floor, his phone beside him, a camera, and you, naked in his bed. 

“What the fuck happened last night?” you sighed, leaning against the headboard. “What the fuck did we do?”

Part of him wanted to keep you here forever and never go outside again. He watched in amusement at you, your nose scrunched up as you looked through social media to maybe find a glimpse of a memory, but alas, nothing was found. He was in love with you. It was clear as day to everyone but you. 

“Holy fuck,” you gasped, covering your eyes and dropping your phone. “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” he asked, reaching over and taking your phone. It was a video sent to you by Daniel, of you and Max. 

Of you and Max getting married. Married. 

“Oh shit,” he groaned. “Good night, right?” he smiled, attempting to lighten the mood. 

You just groaned and tried to get up. Emphasis on the ‘tried’ part… yeah. Your legs weren’t working any time soon. 

Max just laughed as you scolded him for doing so. 

What a start to a marriage, right?

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[sturnioloszn]

MARKED - C.S

summary; you get a new tattoo, and chris has to show you just how much he loves it...

warnings; smut, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap the willy), dirty talk, praise, cream pie, hair pulling.

a/n; sorry it took me literally foreverrrr to get a fic out, i did post one, but i actually hated it w every fibre in my being, so... it got cut. whoops. anywayyy, enjoy this one lmaooo.

I laid on my stomach, with my skin flush against the black leather of the tattoo table when the loud buzzing of the tattoo gun came to a sudden halt and broke me from my daydreams.

"Alright, you're done. I can't believe you did it with no breaks, you're insane," Sam, my tattooer spoke from behind me, gently cleaning and wiping the remaining ink off.

"It's wasn't too bad," I chuckled, peering over to Nick, who shoved his phone in his pocket and leaned over to get a clear look at the finished product.

After what felt like years, I finally sat up from the chair and kept my hands firmly on my shirt to make sure it wouldn't slip and I'd accidently flash a titty, since it was completely open in the back.

I stood up and walked over to the full sized mirror in the corner of the room and stared at my new decoration in awe. I loved it. It was perfect.

"Okay, so since this is a pretty big tattoo, I'll try wrap it as best as possible, but it'll probably start to peel in no time," Sam spoke, following me to the mirror with the wrapping.

Nick and I eventually pay and hop into an Uber to bring us back to his place. "Soo, do you like it?" Nick asks, turning to look at me.

"I don't like it, I LOVE it. He did an amazing job," I complimented, looking down at Nick's new addition to his tattoo collection too.

"I told you Sam is the best," He bragged.

The ride to the house wasn't long at all, but sure enough, the wrapping of my tattoo was already peeling and coming undone. I decided to peel it off completely and just try to deal with it, trying to not cause an infection.

I was so excited to show off my new tattoo that the second Nick unlocked the front door, I sprinted up the stairs into the living room where I found Matt sprawled comfortably on the couch, lazily scrolling on his phone.

"Hey kid, how was it?" He asks, momentarily looking up from his phone.

"It was amazing, wanna see?" I ask with a happy grin plastered on my face. Before even waiting for him to reply, I lifted the back of my shirt up and turned to show him my back.

"Holy shit, it's massive," he says. I crack an immature joke before gloating about the fact that I didn't take a break not once. At this point, Nick had joined Matt on the couch, and they began to discuss his new tattoo aswell but I'm overflowing with excitement to show Chris mine.

"Is Chris in his room?" I ask, receiving a small nod from Matt in reply. I skip my way downstairs to his bedroom and push the door open without even knocking.

I found Chris hunched in his gaming chair, eyes locked on the screen in front of him, with his headset over both ears. He must've not heard me and Nick come in. I sneakily crawled up behind him, placing my two hands on his shoulders.

He jumped out of his skin but instantly relaxed when he realised it was my touch. "Heyyy, you're back," He says, taking his headset off and standing up to place a delicate kiss on my lips and wrap his long arms around my torso.

"Wanna see it?" I ask, jumping out from his embrace. I can't help the smile from returning onto my face, feeling the dopamine course through my veins.

I once again turned to show him my tattoo before even earning his reply to my question. After a few moments of silence, I turn back around, worried about what expression I'd find on his face.

"Do you... like it?" I hesitatantly ask. However, his expression doesn't falter except that he's now looking into my eyes.

"Do I like it?" He repeats, taking slow but profound steps towards me, filling my surroundings entirely with his presence. "I fucking love it, it's so sexy," he whispers, now standing face to face with me.

He connects his palm to the side of my face and guides me closer to him, connecting our lips. Our kiss was passionate and meaningful until it wasn't. His lips roughly crashed into mine again, his tongue slipping in and out of my mouth with ease.

"Y'gonna let me fuck you and look at your new tattoo, hm?" He mutters, barely separating himself from me. I whine in return, letting him know that I need it more than he could imagine.

As he continues to bite and suck at my sore lips, his hands roam my body, slowly peeling off layers of my clothes. I'm eventually left in just my underwear, which he doesn't hesitate to discard, alongside the rest of my clothes.

"Ass up, face down, baby," he orders, quickly discarding his own clothes, littering them on the floor until we're equally as bare. I moved onto the centre on his bed, doing just what he asked; pressing my face into his mattress and arching my back so that my ass was in the air.

"You're so fucking hot," he groans, coming up behind me. I feel him grip my hips tightly before placing a few firm slaps on my ass, eleciting some yelps and moans from me.

Without warning, he slams his entire length into me, making me scream into the sheets. "Y'gotta be quiet baby, can't have Matt or Nick know how much you love my cock,"

My moans grow louder and louder as he ruthlessly rams me from behind, hitting that amazing spot that makes me feel like I'm in heaven.

"Sh-it, Chr-is, too mu-ch," I moan and whimper between his thrusts. His hands fall from my hips and move to my hair, gathering it together, forming a makeshift ponytail.

He yanks on my hair, pulling me up from the mattress, and sticks our two sweaty bodies together as he continues his solid pace.

"Fuck- you're so beautiful, love your new tattoo... looks so fuckin' good," he grunts. I feel my end drawing near, and with a few more harsh thrusts, I feel my orgasm crash over me. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my pussy squeezes around his cock, begging for him to also finish. "..love how tight you are f'me, mh,"

He let's go of my hair, making me flop down back onto the mattress, and his hands find their way back to my hips, roughly grabbing them. He somehow snaps his hips even faster, making my second orgasm fast approaching. The headboard of the bed is banging against the wall, and there's no hiding what is happening anymore.

He snakes one of his hands around me, reaching over to my clit, rubbing it viciously. At this stage I've lost all self control and I release my fluids all over his cock for a second of time.

"Fuck! Just like that, come on my cock," He moans, filling me with his own release. His movements begin to slow, but he continues moving his hips, fucking his cum into me.

I feel him pull his limp cock out of me and stare at his work of art; our mixed fluids dripping out of my pussy and onto the sheets. The only sound heard now is our heavy breathing, which is desperately trying to return to normal.

-

After a few hours filled with cuddling and laughter, Chris and I decided to scavenge the kitchen for any food we could find, but as soon as we came up the stairs Matt and Nick stare at us from the couch.

"You could've just said you liked her new tattoo,we didn't all have to hear it," Matt grimaces, standing up and leaving, with Nick trailing his footsteps shortly after.

"Well... at least you know?" Chris jokes, turning to me. We break into laughter, and the rest of the night is filled with the same laughter and love.

a/n; this is definitely better than the last fic i posted lmaoo, also my requests r open so feel free to leave some ideas! hope u enjoyed this, love you all <33

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[slapintoaslimjim]

Can i request best friend katsuki finds out we are dating shoto BUT he has had a crush on us since 1st year of ua (can we be in 2nd year in this?)

Absolutely love love LOVE your fics <33

a/n: oh holy shit a possible tension/angst fic? “everybody gotta die, including me” or wtv cory said because angst WRECKS me but yk what? HELL YEAH! also thank you soooo much for your love and support ! <3

let it happen

now playing: bad religion by Frank Ocean

fem reader is implied ! angst is the only warning 2nd year based so this is post war arc!

Katsuki may have never been the best with words, or displaying his emotions, or even identifying them as a matter of fact, but after the war he knew one thing for sure. He didn’t just like you- no.

He loved you.

Seeing his own classmates battered on the battlefield during the war did more on him mentally than he thought it would. but what really affected him the most was the bloodcurdling scream of his name you let out when his body hit the ground after shigaraki basically destroyed him.

he couldn’t even see anything. he couldn’t hear anything else; but he knew there was a lot of noise. but the last thing he remembered hearing was you. your scream of pure horror.

so if the whole war arc wasn’t already enough mental baggage, why did the universe decide to be so unfair and make his heart feel so much more heavier than it already is?

sure, katsuki pushed you away the first few months at UA, he did with everyone. he was only there to be a hero, didn’t want to mingle with people who he thought were below him. he didn’t think he had time for all of that.

keyword; was. not is.

because quickly, during katsuki’s time as a first year at UA he made friends with his classmates, even rebuilt his friendship with Izuku. but you? you had a mind of your own that you weren’t even aware about. you found a way to sliver into his heart, soften edges around him, and lighten his day a little bit without even noticing it.

but after eavesdropping on a conversation he had no business listening in on, katsuki is tempted the universe is just trying to give him karmic lesson after karmic lesson of some sort.

“but you and todoroki are so cute together!” uraraka, ever the supportive best friend she was, said with an adorable eager smile to you as you talk to her about you and todoroki.

he felt his heart drop to his stomach at those words and suddenly the popsicle he wanted was unappetizing. he started listening in further to your conversation with uraraka subtly from the common room kitchen; forcing himself to look busy before just straight up leaving since he felt the air clawing out of his throat with every passing gushing word you spoke.

your happiness mattered so much to him, but goddamnit he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish it was him you were gushing over instead of todoroki.

you were never his. and he was never yours.

and that fact pained him so terribly much, and affected him more than he wanted to. the one person he finally let his guard down around, opened up to, gone to someone else.

“kats?” your voice cut through his racing thoughts, where he sat on the dorm rooftop watching the sunset; this was your activity, your spot, where the two of you found a routine in debriefing your days while watching the sunset.

and god, katsuki couldn’t ignored you even if he wanted to. and he really and truly wanted to. but his heart spoke before his mind could and he turned towards you.

“yeah?” he replied with his usual softer gruff that he had when he was around you.

you made your way closer to katsuki, sitting beside him as you two usually would do before speaking again. “you’ve been.. distant as of recently. is everything okay?” you ask softly and carefully, not wanting to sound accusatory.

katsuki pulled his gaze away from you with a scoff under his breath. of course you would notice his behavioral changes, you always did. both of you did with each other’s moods.

“s nothin” katsuki replies to you with a head shake and a soft chuckle; the soft chuckle aimed at himself for how pathetic he feels like he’s being right now. “don’t worry about it”

“suki you know you don’t have to hi-“ you didn’t even get a chance to finish before katsuki cut you off.

“y/n.” katsuki starts firmly with a sigh before looking over at you. your soft beautiful features, and worried expression. you have a boyfriend, shoto todoroki even, why were you so worried about him?

“i’ll be fine. just give me time to get over myself” katsuki speaks softly, barely above a whisper. you’ve never seen him like this before, so distant and obviously mentally battling something.

you let his words simmer in the air for a moment, resting your head on his shoulder. katsuki mentally debates the want to push you away or get up and move away for the sake of his own sanity, his own stability, and maybe the hurt won’t be so bad anymore. but he doesn’t. he lets your head rest on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your shoulder like he usually does. it felt so natural, so normal for him to do.

“i’m not going anywhere, and im here whenever your ready to talk” you spoke softly, looking out at the sunset in the distance as katsuki rests his head against yours.

he inhales softly “i know” he says. and lets himself believe it. that no matter what; your relationship status, or the uncomfortable and painful emptiness that only you could fill in him, that you aren’t going anywhere.

a/n: hiya! this ruined me so i had to end it on at least a sort of bright light. there might be a possible part 2 depending on what people think of this and if i get another ask/comment on how i should write it!

[hockeyluvrr]

BLENDER || lh43

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summary: Love was never the problem-but distance, doubt, and heartbreak were. You tried to hold on. So did he. But when love stops being enough, what's left?

based on the song BLENDER by 5SOS

warnings: arguments, emotional tension, swearing, miscommunication, jealousy, confrontation, desperation, uncertainty, breaking up, heartbreak, emotional limbo, unresolved feelings, basically all the basic angst stuff lol

notes: holy shit, this came out of nowhere ngl... this is my longest fic yet and I love it so much. shoutout to my 5sos girlies, this is for you (mostly me though 🤭)

word count: 6,410

The fight had been over for an hour, but your phone was still buzzing.

LUKE: can you just pick up?

LUKE: i don’t want to end the night like this.

LUKE: please.

You stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the notification. Your body still felt tight, wound up from everything you’d just screamed at each other. The distance was getting to both of you. Maybe it had been from the start.

This was supposed to be easy. A summer fling that accidentally turned into more.

You met Luke last July, when the air was thick with humidity and the nights bled into each other without much consequence. You didn’t think twice when it started—just a guy and a girl caught up in something fun, something fleeting.

But then August came, and instead of ending things, you found yourself tangled in his sheets, whispering promises neither of you had planned to make.

So now, months later, you were here—staring at his name on your phone, wondering if loving someone like this was supposed to feel like free-falling with no parachute.

Another buzz.

LUKE: i’m calling.

The screen lit up with his name, and you swore under your breath before finally answering.

“What?”

A beat of silence. Then, his voice—tired, frustrated, but still laced with something soft. “You actually picked up.”

“I figured you weren’t gonna stop until I did,” you muttered, shifting in bed. Your voice came out flat, but you weren’t sure how else to talk to him when your heart was still beating too fast from the argument.

Luke exhaled sharply. “I don’t get why you’re acting like I don’t care.”

“You don’t get it because you’re never here.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, raw and aching.

His silence was louder than the words themselves.

“Y/N…” He sounded exhausted. “You know I can’t just—”

“I know, Luke,” you cut in. “I know you have a career. I know you can’t just drop everything for me. But I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only one trying.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” You sat up, gripping your blanket. “I call. I text. I make time. But when was the last time you put in the effort? When was the last time you planned something instead of just squeezing me in when it was convenient?”

His breath hitched, like he wanted to argue but didn’t have the words.

The silence stretched.

You should’ve let it sit. Let him stew in it. But instead, your voice broke when you whispered, “Do you even miss me, Luke?”

The question must’ve hit him harder than anything else, because when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. “Are you serious?”

You didn’t answer. You weren’t sure you could.

“Of course I fucking miss you,” he snapped. “Every damn day. But I can’t just—” He cut himself off, cursing under his breath. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N. I can’t fix the distance. I can’t fix my schedule. I can’t—”

“I don’t want you to fix it,” you admitted, voice cracking. “I just want to matter enough for you to try.”

The silence came back, heavier than before.

You closed your eyes. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Wait—”

“I need space, Luke.” Your throat tightened. “Just… goodnight.”

Then, before he could say anything else, you hung up.

You threw your phone onto the nightstand and curled up into yourself, letting the weight of it all crash down.

Outside, the city lights flickered through your window, but they didn’t feel warm. Not tonight.

Not when you weren’t sure if this was just another fight—

Or the beginning of the end.

———

You didn’t sleep.

Not really, anyway. You drifted in and out, your mind replaying every second of last night’s fight, twisting his words in a way that left a hollow ache in your chest.

By the time morning rolled around, your phone was still dark. No texts. No missed calls.

Luke had listened when you said you needed space.

You weren’t sure if that made you feel better or worse.

With a deep sigh, you pushed the blankets off and sat up, rubbing your hands over your face. The apartment was quiet, save for the occasional hum of traffic outside. It felt unnatural, like the silence had taken up permanent residence in your head, stretching far beyond last night.

You hated how much you missed him.

Even now, your body was wired to check your phone first thing in the morning, waiting for one of his lazy, half-awake messages. Morning, pretty girl. Wish you were here. Call me when you wake up.

But today, there was nothing.

It shouldn’t have surprised you. You were the one who ended the call. You were the one who asked for space.

So why did it feel like he was the one pulling away?

With a groan, you flopped back onto the pillows and stared at the ceiling, replaying the fight in your head. Maybe you’d overreacted. Maybe you should’ve let him explain instead of throwing accusations like knives. You knew his schedule was hell. You knew long distance wasn’t easy.

But at the same time… when was the last time he really made you feel like a priority?

Before you could spiral any further, your phone buzzed.

Your heart jumped.

But when you grabbed it, the screen didn’t show Luke’s name.

It was your best friend, Riley.

RILEY: u up? brunch. now. no excuses.

You hesitated. Normally, you’d decline, opting to stay curled up in your thoughts. But today, with the weight of last night still pressing on your chest, you needed the distraction.

YOU: be there in 20.

—

The café was small and familiar, the kind of place you and Riley had claimed as your own years ago. The smell of coffee and syrup hung thick in the air, and the morning crowd buzzed around you.

Riley spotted you before you even reached the table. “Oh, yeah. You look rough.”

You rolled your eyes as you dropped into the seat across from her. “Thanks.”

She pushed a mimosa toward you. “Drink. Then talk.”

You didn’t argue. One sip turned into two, and before you knew it, you were spilling everything—how Luke had called, how you fought, how you hung up first. How he hadn’t texted since.

Riley frowned. “So you told him you needed space, and now you’re mad that he’s giving it to you?”

You groaned, slumping in your seat. “Not when you say it like that.”

“Well, how else am I supposed to say it?” She arched a brow. “Did you expect him to blow up your phone? Show up at your door?”

You hated that you didn’t have a good answer.

Riley sighed, softer this time. “I get it, babe. I do. Long distance sucks. And I know you’re tired of feeling like you’re the only one putting in the effort. But you guys love each other, right?”

Your stomach twisted. Love.

Neither of you had said it yet.

Riley noticed your silence and leaned forward. “Wait. Have you guys even talked about—?”

“No,” you cut in quickly, suddenly regretting this conversation. “It’s not like that.”

She gave you a knowing look but didn’t push. “Okay. So what is it like?”

You exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “It’s…” You struggled for the right words. “It’s messy. It’s intense. It’s too much but never enough at the same time.”

Riley nodded like she understood, even though you weren’t sure you did.

For a second, neither of you spoke. Then, she reached for her phone.

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer right away. Then, with a pointed look, she turned the screen toward you.

Luke’s latest Instagram post stared back at you.

Your chest tightened.

It was a photo of him at practice, mid-laugh, sweaty and effortless in a way that made your heart ache. The caption was simple. Back at it.

Nothing dramatic. Nothing emotional.

But all the comments blurred together in your head. Can’t wait to watch you this season! Missed you on the ice! Looking good, Hughesy!

It was a reminder that, while you were sitting here overthinking everything, Luke was out there living.

Like last night never happened.

Like you didn’t happen.

You swallowed hard. “So what? He’s just… moving on?”

Riley gave you a sympathetic look. “Or maybe he’s just waiting. For you to reach out first.”

You stared at the screen, your stomach twisting into knots.

Maybe she was right. Maybe you should text him.

Or maybe the cracks were already too deep to fix.

———

It had been three days.

Three days since the fight. Three days since you hung up on Luke. Three days of absolute silence.

You told yourself you wouldn’t be the one to break first. If he cared, he’d reach out. If he wanted this to work, he’d try.

But every hour that passed without his name lighting up your phone chipped away at your resolve.

You were starting to wonder if maybe this was how it ended—not with a dramatic goodbye, but with a slow, suffocating silence that swallowed you whole.

And yet, even with the weight of it pressing down on your chest, you still couldn’t bring yourself to text him first.

Instead, you did the worst possible thing.

You checked social media.

Luke wasn’t the type to post often, but his teammates were. And there he was—in a video on Jack’s story, laughing in the background, surrounded by friends, a drink in hand like the last three days hadn’t meant anything to him.

You stared at the screen, your grip tightening on your phone.

Maybe this was stupid. Maybe you were reading too much into it.

But the longer you watched, the worse it got.

Because then she appeared.

A girl you didn’t recognise—blonde, wearing a Devils jersey far too oversized to be her own—sidling up next to Luke, whispering something in his ear. He didn’t move away. Didn’t look uncomfortable. Just smirked, shaking his head at whatever she said before taking another sip of his drink.

Your stomach twisted.

The worst part wasn’t the fact that she was there. It wasn’t even the fact that Luke didn’t seem to mind.

It was the fact that, for the first time since you met him, you had no idea where you stood.

You weren’t his girlfriend, not officially.

Not really.

Because when the summer ended, neither of you had wanted to put a label on it. You told yourselves it was easier that way—no pressure, no expectations, just whatever this was.

But now, as you watched him on that screen, looking so effortlessly unbothered, it hit you like a fucking freight train.

Maybe you’d been wrong.

Maybe you weren’t something worth holding on to.

The buzzing in your head was so loud that you almost didn’t hear Riley calling your name.

You blinked, barely processing that she was standing in the doorway of your apartment. “Are you even listening?”

You swallowed hard, locking your phone before she could see the screen. “What?”

She sighed, stepping inside and dropping onto your couch. “I said we’re going out tonight. You need a distraction.”

“I don’t need a distraction,” you muttered, even as you stared blankly at the wall.

Riley rolled her eyes. “Okay, so what? You’re just gonna sit here all night, refreshing Instagram like a psycho?”

Your silence must have been answer enough.

She groaned. “Y/N. Come on. I love you, but this? This isn’t healthy. You don’t even know what’s going on.”

You clenched your jaw. “I know enough.”

She gave you a long look, then sighed. “Fine. If you’re not gonna let it go, then at least don’t let him be the only one having fun tonight.”

You hesitated.

Riley saw the crack in your resolve and jumped on it. “Just a couple drinks. That’s all I’m asking.”

You weren’t sure why you agreed. Maybe it was the fact that you’d barely left your apartment in days. Maybe it was the need to feel something—anything—other than this ache in your chest.

Or maybe, deep down, it was the smallest, most pathetic part of you that wanted Luke to see you moving on, too.

———

The bar was packed. Music pulsed through the speakers, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and too many bodies crammed into one space.

It should’ve felt suffocating.

But instead, with a drink in your hand and Riley’s laughter ringing in your ears, you almost managed to forget.

Almost.

At least, until your phone buzzed in your pocket.

You knew who it was before you even checked.

LUKE: are you out?

Your heart nearly stopped. After three days of nothing, this was how he chose to reach out? Not an apology. Not an explanation. Just that.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and typed back before you could think better of it.

YOU: why do you care?

His response was instant.

LUKE: where are you?

You stared at the message, pulse pounding in your ears.

He had no right to be asking that. Not after ignoring you. Not after letting you sit with the weight of this fight while he went out, acting like he didn’t care.

So instead of answering, you did the stupidest thing possible.

You let some guy buy you another drink.

You didn’t know his name. Didn’t care. He was tall, attractive, and most importantly—he wasn’t Luke.

And if you felt the burn of guilt in your chest when he leaned in closer, when his fingers brushed against yours. You shouldn’t even feel guilty, right? Luke’s been doing the same thing.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Until your phone buzzed again.

LUKE: Y/N.

One words. Your name. That’s all it took to make your breath hitch.

Because suddenly, it wasn’t just a fight. It wasn’t just a rough patch.

This was a game.

———

The tension had been simmering all night.

It started with Luke’s text. One simple word that crawled under your skin, wrapping around your ribs like a vice. But what pissed you off the most wasn’t the message itself.

It was the fact that he suddenly cared.

After three days of silence. After her in his Instagram story. After making you feel like you were the only one suffering through this distance.

And now, here he was, acting like he had a say in what you did.

So you ignored the text.

And maybe you let that guy keep flirting with you a little longer than you should have. Maybe you let his hand linger at the small of your back when he leaned in to talk. Maybe you even laughed a little louder, tilted your chin just enough that if Luke somehow saw—if he was watching—he’d know exactly what you were doing.

It was petty. It was reckless.

But so was loving someone who could make you feel this small.

The tension cracked the second you stepped outside the bar.

Luke was waiting.

You nearly tripped when you saw him, heart slamming against your ribs. He was standing near the curb, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets, jaw clenched so tightly it looked like he was trying to grind his teeth into dust.

Your stomach flipped. He was here. He actually came.

But you weren’t sure if that made things better or worse.

His eyes locked onto you immediately, flickering down to the guy who had followed you out. And in that moment, the simmering tension didn’t just build. It exploded.

“The fuck is this?” Luke’s voice was low, controlled—but you knew him well enough to hear the storm brewing beneath it.

You blinked, still caught off guard by the fact that he was here. “What?”

Luke’s jaw tightened. “Who the hell is he?”

The guy next to you—God, you didn’t even remember his name—shifted awkwardly. “Uh—”

“Not your business, Hughes,” you cut in before he could finish.

Luke’s eyes snapped back to you. “Not my business?”

“You heard me.” Your pulse was pounding, but you forced yourself to hold your ground. “You don’t get to disappear for three days and then show up acting like you have any right to be pissed.”

Luke let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “That’s funny, because I could say the same thing. You tell me you need space, ignore me for days, and then I see you all over some guy?”

“I ignored you?” You scoffed, anger bubbling to the surface. “That’s rich, Luke. Where the hell were you? Oh, right—too busy playing NHL golden boy, letting some random girl hang off you—”

“What girl?”

The fact that he had the audacity to act confused made your blood boil. “Don’t play dumb.” You crossed your arms, nails digging into your skin. “The blonde. The one in your jersey.”

Luke stared at you for a moment, then let out another disbelieving laugh. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“She’s Jack’s friend. She was at the game. I barely talked to her.” He shook his head, eyes dark with frustration. “Jesus, Y/N. You saw a story and what—just assumed the worst?”

You hated the way your stomach twisted at that.

Because maybe—just maybe—he was right. Maybe you had let jealousy cloud your judgment. Maybe you had let the silence between you turn into something uglier than it was ever meant to be.

But that didn’t change the fact that this wasn’t just about her.

It was about everything.

The late-night calls that were always cut short. The weeks without seeing each other. The way it felt like you were constantly reaching for him while he was always a step too far away.

“You let me assume the worst,” you muttered, voice shaking despite yourself. “Because you never do anything to prove me wrong.”

Luke’s expression flickered—just for a second. And in that second, you saw it. The guilt.

But then, just as quickly, it was gone.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” His voice was quieter now, raw around the edges. “That I wish I could be around more? That I fucking hate the distance just as much as you do?” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You act like this is easy for me. Like I don’t miss you every goddamn day.”

Your throat tightened. “Then why don’t you act like it?”

He stared at you, breathing hard, like he was trying to find the right words—but they never came.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it?

There was always so much left unsaid.

Neither of you spoke. The tension that had been simmering all night was now crackling in the air between you, but this time, there was nowhere left for it to go.

The guy you had walked out with cleared his throat. “Uh—”

Luke’s head snapped toward him. “Leave.”

“Luke—”

“No, it’s fine.” The guy held up his hands, clearly deciding that whatever this was, it wasn’t worth the drama. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

You didn’t watch him leave. You didn’t even care.

Because all of your attention was on Luke.

On the way his shoulders were tense, his fists clenched at his sides, his eyes locked onto yours like this was some kind of battle neither of you knew how to win.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you exhaled. “So what now?”

Luke hesitated.

And that hesitation—that tiny moment of uncertainty—made something inside you crack.

Because if he didn’t know, then maybe you already did.

Maybe you’d known for a while.

Maybe you just hadn’t wanted to say it out loud.

You swallowed hard. “I can’t keep doing this, Luke.”

His face fell.

You regretted the words the second they left your mouth.

I can’t keep doing this, Luke.

Because now they were out there, hanging heavy in the space between you, and you couldn’t take them back.

Luke’s face twisted, like the weight of them had hit him straight in the chest. He shifted slightly, like he wanted to move closer but didn’t know if he was still allowed to. “You don’t mean that.”

Your throat tightened. Didn’t you?

“I don’t know,” you whispered, voice barely audible over the hum of the city around you. “I don’t know what I mean anymore.”

That seemed to snap something in him. His jaw clenched, frustration bleeding into his voice. “So what? You just want to walk away?”

Your stomach twisted. That wasn’t what you wanted—not really. But maybe it would be easier. Maybe it would hurt less than this constant, suffocating ache in your chest.

“I don’t want to,” you admitted, voice cracking. “But, Luke… I don’t know how to keep this from falling apart.”

He exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. “Then we figure it out.”

You let out a hollow laugh. “And how do we do that? Because I’m fucking exhausted. I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only one fighting for this.”

That made something flicker in his expression—something wounded. “That’s not fair.”

You scoffed. “Isn’t it?”

His eyes darkened. “You think I don’t fight for this? You think I don’t want to be with you?”

“I think you want me when it’s convenient.” The words came out sharper than you intended, but you didn’t take them back. “When you have time. When it doesn’t get in the way of your schedule.”

Luke took a step closer, shaking his head. “That’s bullshit.”

“Is it?” You could feel your control slipping, the frustration bubbling over. “Because I spend every day waiting for you to call, waiting for you to show up—and half the time, I’m left wondering if you even remember I exist.”

Luke’s brows furrowed, his expression torn between anger and something softer, something that looked like guilt.

“You don’t get it,” he muttered, voice tight. “You have no fucking clue how hard this is for me too.”

“Then tell me.” Your voice cracked, raw and desperate. “Because all I know is that I feel like I’m constantly reaching for you, and you’re never there.”

Luke let out a frustrated breath, his hands flexing like he didn’t know what to do with them. “I don’t know how to do this, okay? I don’t know how to give you everything you deserve while I’m a thousand miles away.”

Your chest ached at the confession, at the vulnerability underneath the frustration. But it didn’t change anything.

“I’m not asking for everything, Luke.” Your voice softened just slightly. “I’m just asking for something.”

Luke shook his head, exhaling sharply. “I—fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, like he was trying to pull himself together. “I don’t know how to fix this, but I can’t lose you.”

Your heart clenched.

Because that was the problem, wasn’t it?

Neither of you knew how to fix it. But neither of you could bear the thought of letting go.

Luke’s gaze searched yours, desperate and pleading. “Tell me what to do.”

Your throat felt tight. “I don’t have the answer.”

For a second, neither of you spoke. The tension was suffocating, your emotions teetering on a knife’s edge.

Then, suddenly, Luke moved.

He reached for you like it was instinct, his hands cupping your face, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath was shaky, his grip almost too tight—like he was afraid you’d slip right through his fingers.

“I love you.” The words were barely above a whisper, but they hit you like a punch to the chest.

Your breath hitched.

Because he’d never said it before. Neither of you had.

You felt your resolve cracking, splintering under the weight of those three words.

But love wasn’t always enough.

And as much as you wanted to believe this was the turning point—the moment everything changed—you weren’t sure if this was a beginning or just the messiest part of the end.

Because Luke had never said those words before.

And you’d spent so long wondering if he ever would—if he ever could.

Now, here they were, hanging in the air between you like a lifeline you weren’t sure you could reach for.

I love you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the way his hands trembled against your skin. He was holding you so tightly, like he thought you might slip through his fingers if he let go.

And maybe he was right.

Because as much as you wanted to say it back—as much as you felt it—you weren’t sure love was enough to fix this.

Your throat felt tight. “Luke…”

He shook his head quickly, like he already knew what you were going to say. “Don’t. Just—don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

Your heart twisted. “I do mean it.”

Luke’s breath hitched, but before he could say anything, you continued.

“I love you, Luke.” The words tasted like the truth, and you hated how much it hurt to say them. “But I don’t know if that changes anything.”

Luke exhaled sharply, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were desperate, searching. “Of course it changes things.”

You swallowed hard. “Does it?”

He blinked, like he hadn’t expected you to ask that. “It has to.”

Your chest ached. Because you wanted to believe that. You wanted to believe that loving each other was enough to make the distance bearable, to make the jealousy fade, to make the ache in your chest disappear every time he left.

But love wasn’t a bandage. It didn’t erase the late nights spent staring at your phone, wondering if he’d call. It didn’t undo the fights, the silences, the way you felt like you were constantly fighting a battle you didn’t know how to win.

Luke must have seen the hesitation on your face because his grip tightened. “Y/N, I need you to tell me what to do here.” His voice was quiet, but it was raw, edged with frustration and fear. “Because I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t know how to make this work.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know either.”

And that was the problem, wasn’t it?

Neither of you had the answers.

You loved him, and he loved you. But love alone wasn’t fixing anything.

Luke clenched his jaw. “So what? We just give up?”

You inhaled sharply. “I don’t want to.”

“Then don’t,” he pleaded. “Stay.”

Your heart cracked straight down the middle.

Because God, you wanted to stay. You wanted to hold onto him and pretend like love was enough. You wanted to ignore the distance, the fights, the uncertainty.

But how much longer could you keep pretending that love was enough to stop this from falling apart?

Tears burned at the back of your eyes. “Luke, I don’t know how to keep doing this.”

His expression twisted, something breaking in his gaze.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment.

The silence felt heavier than ever before. Stretching between you, thick and suffocating.

Luke’s hands were still on you, but his grip had loosened—like he knew, deep down, that he couldn’t hold on forever.

But neither of you were ready to say it out loud.

Not yet.

“I can do better,” he said suddenly, voice hoarse. “I’ll—fuck, I’ll make more time. I’ll fly out every chance I get. I’ll call more. Whatever you need.”

Your chest ached at the desperation in his voice.

Because he meant it. You knew he did.

But the problem was never him meaning it.

The problem was reality—the way life always seemed to get in the way, no matter how much either of you wanted to pretend otherwise.

You swallowed hard. “Luke…”

“Just give me a chance,” he pleaded. “One more chance to make this work.”

You hated how badly you wanted to say yes.

Because you did. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that one more try would be enough. That if you just held on a little longer, fought a little harder, things would get easier.

But history had already proven otherwise.

Still, when you looked at him—at the raw emotion in his eyes, the way he looked at you like you were slipping through his fingers—you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

Not yet.

You exhaled shakily. “Okay.”

Luke’s shoulders sagged with relief, and before you could second-guess it, he was pulling you against him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, his face buried in your hair, like he was trying to memorise the feel of you against him.

“I love you,” he murmured again, like saying it enough times would make everything okay.

You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping the back of his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

And you did.

But deep down, you had a sinking feeling that love wouldn’t be enough to save you.

Not this time.

———

You should’ve known it wouldn’t last.

For a little while, it almost felt like things were okay. Luke called more, sent you stupid texts throughout the day, made an effort to remind you that he wanted this, that he wanted you.

And maybe that should’ve been enough.

But it wasn’t.

Because even when he was trying—when he was doing everything he promised he would—the ache in your chest never really went away.

It wasn’t just the distance. It was the exhaustion. The weight of trying so hard, only to feel like you were running in circles.

Like you were holding onto something that was already slipping through the cracks.

And now, standing in his apartment, you felt the final thread start to snap.

Luke was frustrated. You could see it in the way he raked a hand through his hair, in the way his jaw kept clenching like he was trying to hold something back.

“Jesus, Y/N, what else do you want me to do?” His voice wasn’t raised, but it was edged with something sharp, something tired. “I’m trying. I’m here. What more do you want?”

You exhaled shakily, heart pounding against your ribs. “I don’t know.”

Luke let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You have to know. Because I can’t keep guessing what’s going to make you happy.”

Your stomach twisted. “This isn’t just about me.”

“No? Because it sure as hell feels like I’m the only one bending over backward to make this work.”

That stung.

Because you had been trying. You had been fighting for this.

But maybe that was the difference.

Luke thought fixing this was about doing things—calling more, texting more, showing up when he could. And sure, those things mattered. But that wasn’t what was breaking you.

It was everything in between.

The distance that couldn’t be closed by a few extra phone calls. The silence that still felt heavy, even when you were together. The way you still felt alone, even in the moments he was right in front of you.

It wasn’t about effort anymore. It was about the fact that maybe—just maybe—you weren’t supposed to keep fighting for something that hurt this much.

Your throat felt tight. “I don’t think we can fix this.”

Luke froze.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

Then, his expression hardened. “So that’s it?”

Your chest ached. “Luke—”

“No, seriously. That’s it?” He let out a sharp breath, stepping back like he couldn’t stand being this close to you anymore. “We hit a rough patch, and you just decide it’s not worth it?”

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “This isn’t just a rough patch.” Your voice wavered. “We’ve been fighting for months. We keep trying, and it’s not working.”

Luke shook his head, eyes dark with frustration. “No. You keep doubting us. You keep looking for an excuse to leave.”

That felt like a slap.

“Do you think this is easy for me?” Your voice cracked. “Do you think I want to feel like this? To feel like I’m constantly begging for something that’s never enough?”

Luke’s expression flickered—like maybe, just maybe, he finally saw how much this had been hurting you.

But the worst part?

You knew it was hurting him too.

That was what made this so fucking unbearable.

Because this wasn’t about not loving each other.

It was about the fact that love had stopped being enough.

Luke’s hands flexed at his sides, like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know if he should. His voice was quieter when he spoke again, but it still felt like a punch to the gut.

“You really want to do this?”

No.

God, no.

But what choice did you have?

Your chest felt like it was caving in, but you forced yourself to nod. “Yeah.”

Luke inhaled sharply, like he’d been punched.

And just like that, it was over.

The fight drained out of him all at once. His shoulders slumped, his eyes flickering toward the floor. “Okay.”

You weren’t sure which hurt more—the frustration, the fighting, or this.

The emptiness.

The realisation that there was nothing left to say.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “I should go.”

Luke didn’t stop you.

And somehow, that was the worst part of all.

———

The apartment felt too quiet.

Your suitcase sat half-open by the door, clothes spilling out of it. You hadn’t unpacked since you got back a week ago, pathetically trying to cling onto something you weren’t ready to let go of.

But what was left to stay for?

Your hands shook as you opened it further, starting to finally unpack. Your chest felt hollow, like the fight had carved out a part of you that you weren’t sure would ever feel whole again.

You had been the one to walk away.

So why did it feel like you had just lost everything?

You had told yourself that this was the right decision. That love—no matter how deep, no matter how real—wasn’t always enough. That some things just didn’t work, no matter how badly you wanted them to.

But God, it hurt.

Your phone sat on the bedside table, untouched since you got back to your apartment.

Luke hadn’t called.

And you weren’t sure what hurt more—the idea that he was too angry to reach out, or the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he had already accepted this.

That he was ready to let you go.

You weren’t sure you were ready to let go of him.

But you had already done the hardest part. You had walked out of his apartment, out of his life.

Now, you just had to figure out how to live with it.

———

The silence in the apartment was unbearable.

Luke had never noticed how loud it was when you were here—the hum of your voice on the phone, the sound of your laugh echoing from the other room, the way you always seemed to fill the space in a way he never had.

Now, it was just quiet.

And he fucking hated it.

His hands flexed at his sides as he paced the living room, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

You were gone.

And it wasn’t a stupid fight. It wasn’t a rough patch.

This time, you weren’t coming back.

Luke had thought about calling you. Had stared at his phone for so long that his vision blurred, the screen taunting him with your name.

But what would he even say?

That he was sorry? That he still loved you? That he wanted to take it all back, but he knew deep down that nothing had changed?

That no matter how much he wanted to fix this, some things just weren’t meant to be fixed?

Luke sat down heavily on the couch, staring at the door like he half expected you to walk back in.

But you wouldn’t.

And he wasn’t sure how to live with that.

———

Time was supposed to make this easier.

That’s what everyone told you. That eventually, the ache in your chest would dull, and one day you’d wake up without the weight of him pressing against your ribs.

But weeks had passed. Then months.

And Luke still felt like a ghost in your life.

He was everywhere and nowhere all at once. In the song that played in the coffee shop, in the hoodie still shoved in the back of your closet because you couldn’t bring yourself to throw it away. In the fleeting moments when you reached for your phone before remembering that he wasn’t yours to call anymore.

You had moved on, technically. You did all the things you were supposed to do—went out with friends, filled your days with distractions, pretended like the hole in your chest wasn’t still there.

But every time you saw his name in a headline, every time you heard his voice in an interview, it hit you like a punch to the gut.

Because you still missed him.

And no matter how much time passed, you weren’t sure you’d ever stop.

———

He didn’t talk about you.

Not to his teammates, not to his family, not even when Jack asked in that quiet, careful way that made Luke’s jaw tighten.

Because if he didn’t talk about you, maybe he could pretend like he wasn’t still thinking about you.

Like he didn’t check his phone some nights, scrolling mindlessly, hoping to see your name somewhere even though he knew he wouldn’t.

Like he didn’t still hear your voice in the back of his head sometimes, teasing him, laughing, telling him you loved him.

It was pathetic, probably. Holding onto something that was already gone.

But Luke had never been good at letting go.

He threw himself into hockey. Into practices, games, anything that kept him too exhausted to think about the way his apartment still felt empty without you.

But some nights, when the adrenaline faded and the silence crept in, he wondered.

If you still thought about him. If you still missed him the way he missed you.

If this was really over.

Or if maybe, just maybe, it never really would be.

[billiesmainwife]

WHO IS SHE

Vampire!Billie Eilish x Fem reader

A/n- My first time writing for Billie! My friend helped me make this so thank you Chloe 🤍. ALSO fic IB: @tan1shere

Summary: You’ve always felt like you were being watched. maybe it was just a nagging feeling in your tired overworked brain..but maybe it was real.

Warnings: Blood drinking, sexual content, Stalker-ish Billie, Dom Billie, Sub reader. ౨ৎ

You’d like to go on walks at night. You found it peaceful to have time to yourself considering that you work a 9-7 job to keep up with bills. You love the cold air blowing in your face and the cool calming howl of the wind.

The only downside of it was that you always felt a pair of eyes on you, even at home. One night you are on one of your usual walks, when you hear bushes rustling and the leaves and tree branches snapping, you stop walking and look around. “Hello?” You called out looking around cautiously.

You hear more leaves snapping. “I have mace on me!” You say in fear. Then the noises go silent. You’re weirded out and scared, so you quickly walk home, you get inside and lock your door almost immediately. You turn around and see someone standing right behind you, freakishly close. you think to yourself “how the hell did she get in”..you slowly back away from her, til your back hits your front door

“Who are you and how did you get in!?” You yell slightly as you look around for any type of item you could use as a weapon. She doesn’t say anything as she watches you. You stare at her waiting for her to answer, she just stays silent, staring deep into your eyes, you’re anxious, suddenly she starts walking slowly towards you..now her body is almost pressed against yours.

“Oh, who is she..”

“A misty memory..”

You look up at her, her piercing blue eyes bore into yours. It looks like she’s staring into your soul. You speak up, and say with a shaky voice “who are you..what’s your name” and the girl finally speaks her, her calm and soothing but very attractive voice cuts through the silence..she says “my name is Billie” you notice she has a slight smirk on her face, and her fangs are poking out. you think to yourself “holy shit.”

“A haunting face…”

She pushes her body up against you some more and twirls your hair in between her fingers. she lifts your face with her finger, gently caressing your jawline and she leans down, her lips almost touching yours and she says “i’ve been watching you. for months, you’re such a beautiful girl” she says as she kisses up your neck. you knew you should be scared, but for some reason you felt drawn to her.

“Is she a lost embrace..”

You feel her hands slide to your waist as she grips your side with one her, her other one goes to the small of your back, pushing your lower half into her more, you gasp softly, and then you feel her lips crash onto hers, her lips are soft, and sweet, but the kiss is deep, filled with passion and need. You moan into the kiss and pull on her hair some. She pulls away from the heated kiss and flashes her fangs again.

billie picks you up, and starts walking you two towards your room you think “how the hell does she know where my room is” but you don’t say anything, to caught up in the moment to even care much..Billie pushes you down on your bed and straddles your hips, she kisses down your throat, nipping at your skin teasingly. She goes down kissing your collarbone, she slides your shirt over your head, leaving you only in a Lacey bra and pants. She slides her hand under you, and unclips bra, she slides it down, revealing your boobs..she lowers her head, and start trailing kisses all over them.

She moves back up to your neck and looks at you. “May I?” She asks softly. You nod and she leans down to your neck and bites into it. she sinks her fangs into the soft tissue of your neck, she slowly drinks your blood, like a starved woman..you feel the pain of her drinking you, but it hurts so deliciously. After she does so, she pulls away, and looks at you, your blood dripping off the corner of her mouth. fuck she looks so hot, before you can say anything she slides her body down yours.

Unbuttoning your pants and sliding them and your panties down in one swift motion..you’re naked under her, she spreads your thighs, and kisses and teases your inner thigh, before she kisses up further..she finally reaches where you want her, your soaking wet pussy. “Please Billie.” you say desperately. She smirks up at you “tell me what you want baby.” You look down at her inbetween your thighs, and say “you. i want you to eat my pussy. now.” before you can say anything, she immediately dips her head down, and devours you.

Your legs tremble, your body quivers and she eats you so passionately..while Billie is eating you, you feel two of her fingers slide inside you, curling deep inside you, your moans, and whimpers get louder as you’re so very close..she finally pushes you over the edge, your body trembles and yours thighs close around her head, she rides you through your orgasm..after she come back up kissing you deeply with passion.

Later after yours and billie’s very eventful night. she got up and got dressed, she looked at you and smirked, her fangs flashing again.

“Immortal she…”

She says “i’ll be back..soon” then she disappears out of your front door, you look to see if she’s walking down the road but she’s no where to be seen..

“Return to me.”

[blaxcunicorn]

𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭𝓼

Length: 15.7k

Content: fem!reader, smut, child birth, pregnancy sex, fighting, angst, pregnancy, some graphic descriptions of violence, injuries, character death, racism, discussion of race, classism, mentioning of grooming.

Authors note: Hii!! OMG THIS IS THE FINAL PART OF THE SERIES. MY SHAYLA! I might write some small scenarios with the reader and Eren as I love Tarzan Eren a bit too much. The lactation kink was inspired by @theragethatisdesire and @st4rbwrry's fics. Alsooo I want to thank you guys (Ik cliche eeesh) but no fr, when I first started writing Tarzan Eren I felt a bit self-conscious about it as there were mostly modern AU fics out there and I wasn't sure if people would be interested reading this, let alone with a Black reader but holy shit yall proved me wrong. So thank you for motivating me and encouraging me to write a bit outside the norm🥹🫶🏿

These are the first parts if you haven't had the chance to read them yet: Pt.1. The King of the Jungle and Pt.2. Strangers Like Me

Credit: @unicornlandsposts for the photo and @kodaswrld for the divider.

Eren stepped in with a big smile, followed closely by Mikasa and his mother, Carla. The sunlight danced on his skin as he approached you. His eyes were glowing with affection at the sight of you with your tiny bump.

“Well?” he asked, hands playfully on his hips, “What’s your craving for today, my moonflower?”

You leaned back against the cushions while you hummed, placing your hand over your belly. “Hmm… papaya,” you said first, but then your eyes lit up. “Mango too. And—oh! Coconut water. Cold, if possible.”

Eren gave a mock salute while chuckling. “Papaya, mango, and coconut water. Got it. I’ll be back before you even miss me.”

Mikasa gave you a quiet nod, softened by the moment. The two of them disappeared down the trail, likely already plotting the fastest route through the forest to get everything on your list.

Carla stayed behind, settling near you with the kind of maternal vibe that made you feel more at ease. She took your hand gently.

“I’ll go find you some sugar cane,” she said with a smile. “It helps with headaches, especially when you’re carrying new life. My little trick when I was pregnant.”

“Thank you,” you said giving the elderly gorilla a warm smile. 

Carla brushed a braid behind your ear and gave your hand a squeeze. “Of course, dear. You’re family now.”

As the morning quiet settled again and the footsteps of Eren, Mikasa and Carla faded into the distance, you turned back to Armin. 

“What were you going to say earlier?” you asked, resting your hand back over your stomach. “About Eren?”

Armin reached into a small wooden box beside him. “It’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you… I just didn’t know how.”

He pulled out two worn ID cards, they were faded and water-stained, but still readable. You took them carefully, tilting them toward the light.

Grisha Jeager and  Carla Jeager.  Both written in stiff, official German script.

You blinked. “His parents?”

Armin nodded. “I found these not long after we moved into the treehouse. At first I thought they were from someone else. But Eren... he looked exactly like her.”

You traced Carla’s face with your eyes, then whispered, “Eren Jeager.”

Armin cleared his throat, “There’s more. According to these records… Grisha and Carla weren’t just anyone. They held the titles of Grand Duke and Grand Duchess of Baden.”

You choked mid-sip of your tea, coughing hard. “Eren is… potentially the Grand Duke of Baden?!”

Armin winced at your reaction but nodded. “I was just as shocked. I sent a letter to Annie as soon as I saw the cards, she’s still living in Germany for now, though she’s slowly relocating to England. I asked her to investigate.”

You leaned forward, while your eyes were about to pop out. “And?”

“She confirmed it. Eren is, in fact, the rightful Grand Duke of Baden. But that’s not even the most surprising part. His mother… her full name was Sultan Carla… the daughter of Sultan Mahmud II.”

Your mind reeled. “Sultan Mahmud II? The Mahmud?” Your voice cracked. “That means Eren is…”

“Direct Ottoman royalty,” Armin finished for you. “He holds deep political roots in both European and Ottoman dynasties.”

You were still processing when Armin added, “Annie also discovered that Eren’s grandparents in Germany,  are still alive. But they froze the family’s estate and wealth. They don’t want it falling into the hands of Eren’s half-brother.”

“Eren has a brother?”

Armin gave a nod. “An illegitimate one. From Grisha. Annie actually met with the grandparents after confirming Eren’s identity. She told them he’s alive… and that he’s about to be married to you.”

Your heart beat faster, your thoughts soaking in the significance of the names, titles, empires, and bloodlines…and yet all you could think of was Eren, sitting by the lagoon, biting into ripe fruit and smiling like he had no idea of the world that once belonged to him.

Armin continued gently, “That’s why I’ve been teaching him German. I just… wanted him to be prepared.”

You were about to speak when footsteps padded softly across the wooden floor.

Carla entered the hut with a soft smile, a bundle of sugarcane stalks in her arms. “Here we are,” she said warmly. “For the headaches.”

“Thank you,” you and Armin said almost in unison.

As she knelt beside you, you exchanged a glance with Armin,  then took a breath.

“Carla… may we ask you something?”

She looked up. “Anything.”

Armin reached behind him and carefully laid down the two ID cards alongside a faded photograph, a man and a woman standing by a black iron gate. The woman’s face looked almost exactly like Eren’s.

Carla froze, her gaze resting on the photo longer than necessary.

You noticed the shift in her expression.  There is quiet sadness there, not born of surprise, but of something long buried.

She gently reached out, touching the edge of the photo. Her fingers lingered on the woman’s face.

“I knew this day would come,” she said softly.

Carla sat quietly, her hand still resting over the photograph, her eyes glassed over. Her silence stretched long enough for you and Armin to feel it. The feeling of something long buried now crawling toward the light.

Finally, she spoke.

“I was mourning,” she said softly. “I’d just lost my baby... to the leopard, Sabor. I couldn’t even scream when it happened. I just froze. And then… days later, I was curled in the tall grass near the river, trying to breathe… when something touched my knee.”

She looked at you, eyes shining.

“It was a baby,” she whispered. “Giggling.”

Your lips parted in shock.

“I thought I was hallucinating at first. But then he looked up at me,  eyes so wide, so full of life. When I gasped, he got scared and started to cry.”

She gave a soft, watery laugh, lost in the memory.

“I picked him up… swayed him gently, which helped him stop crying. He even grabbed my thumb with his tiny hand. I… I melted. I’d forgotten how small they are.”

“I heard a woman’s voice. She was calling for ‘Eren.’ I thought she was his mother. I didn’t want to frighten her, so I said goodbye to the baby and hid in the brush. I watched.”

You and Armin leaned in, breath caught.

“She came and picked him up. Then a man shouted for her,  called her Carla. And when he appeared, she answered back, ‘Yes, Grisha, he is fine. He must have crawled away when I fried the fish.’”

Your heart stopped.

“They were his real parents,” Armin said, barely above a whisper.

Carla nodded. “But Eren… he turned back. As they walked away, he looked over her shoulder, locked eyes with me. He reached out. Like he didn’t want me to leave.”

She exhaled.

“From that day on, I began to visit him in secret. He was always there with Carla, Grisha, and a man named Kruger. When he was hungry, I would smash bananas for him. I knew it was dangerous. But I didn’t care.”

She looked down at her hands, as if seeing Eren’s tiny fingers wrapped around them once again.

“One day, I was spotted by Grisha — my Grisha — he stopped me in the jungle and asked where I was going. I told him… I was checking on the baby. That his parents left him alone too often.”

You and Armin remained frozen in place, listening authentically to the story.

“He got angry,” she said. “Told me that Eren would never replace the son we lost. But… I was already attached. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to be safe.”

She swallowed hard.

“But then… that day came. The one we all feared.”

“I was on my way to see Eren. I heard screams. Sabor had found the humans.”

Your breath hitched, while Armin sat upright.

“I ran,” Carla continued. “I ran to get Grisha. He rallied the warriors. He wanted vengeance, he had waited for it since our own son was taken. But…”

Her voice broke. “When we arrived, it was too late.”

“Carla. Grisha. Kruger. All dead.”

You covered your mouth, and Armin closed his eyes in disbelief.

“I rushed to the treehouse,” Carla whispered. “Praying and praying, that he was still alive.”

She closed her eyes and let a breath out.

“And he was. I found him crying in his crib”

“ My Grisha found me there. He said… he had failed. That the least he could do now was give Eren a second chance. He told me… to take him.”

Your chest ached. Armin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“I didn’t hesitate,” Carla whispered. “We left that day.”

After a long silence, Carla added, “Our real names… are Kala and Kerchak. But we took on their names,  so that it would be easier for him. So he would have some thread of who he was.”

You stared at her, heart thudding in your chest. You didn’t know what to say.

Armin looked at the photo again. “So Eren never knew.”

Carla shook her head. “Not until now.”

The hut was quiet for a long moment.

You finally said, voice soft and full of awe. “And yet… he found his way back to who he truly was.”

“Because of you.” Carla said with a small smile. 

“I brought what you asked for,” Eren said as he entered the hut. 

He held a basket and inside, nestled between palm leaves, were slices of ripe papaya and golden mango. A small gourd had been hollowed and filled with coconut water, wrapped in a cool cloth to keep it chilled.

You smiled, touched by the care he’d taken.

“I remembered,” he smiled. “Papaya. Mango. And… coconut water.”

You took the basket from him, brushing your fingers against his. “Thank you, my love.”

Before you could speak further, Carla walked behind them.

“Mikasa,” she said gently, her tone firm but motherly, “come with me.”

Mikasa blinked, confused. “But I wanted to check in on her, on the baby. Just to see how she’s doing.”

“You’ll have time for that later,” Carla replied, guiding her gently by the arm. “Come. I need your help gathering herbs for the broth. Armin, will you join us?”

Armin, whom already read the room, gave you a quiet nod before following them out, leaving just you and Eren alone. 

Eren sat beside you on the woven mat, placing the basket gently in your lap. “Try the mango first. It smelled the sweetest.”

You picked up a slice but then paused, but you reached for his hand instead.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Eren’s posture straightened. “Is it about the baby?”

“No,” you replied. “Well… yes and no. It's about you.”

You inhaled deeply. “When we first arrived at the treehouse, Armin found some old ID cards. They were written in German. The names were Grisha Jaeger and Carla Jaeger.”

Eren didn’t respond at first, his head tilting slightly, not fully understanding what you were saying. 

“They were your parents,” you continued. “Armin sent word to Annie to investigate. She’s still living in Germany, at least for now. What she found was… unexpected.”

You reached for the coconut water to wet your throat, nerves prickling under your skin.

“They weren’t just anyone. They were the Grand Duke and Duchess of Baden. That makes you—”

“—A Grand Duke?” Eren finished for you. 

You nodded, a little breathless. “Yes. Eren… you’re the rightful Grand Duke of Baden. A noble region in southwest Germany.”

He blinked slowly, absorbing the words like falling leaves.

“That word… Duke,” he said at last, “it means… a leader?”

“Yes,” you whispered. 

Eren blinked slowly, remembering the globe you’d once shown him,  fingers tracing lands he’d never walked, yet somehow had belonged to him.

“And your mother…” you hesitated. “Her real name was Sultan Carla. She was the daughter of Sultan Mahmud II.”

Eren raised his head. “The one you told me about… the powerful Ottoman ruler.”

You nodded.

 “A sultan. Like in your stories?”

“Not just any sultan,” you said. “One of the most powerful rulers of the Ottoman Empire. That means you’re… a prince. From two royal bloodlines.”

He stared at you for a long time before softly asking, “Does that matter to you?”

You touched his hand again. “Only that you know. Only that you can decide what it means for yourself.”

You hesitated, not wanting to overwhelm him but your curiosity got the best of you.  “There’s something else I need to ask.”

He nodded.

“What do you know about Sabor?”

Eren’s gaze darkened for a fraction of a second, then smoothed. “She’s the leopard that killed my mother’s first son.”

You nodded slowly. “Yes. But… she also killed your biological parents. Grisha and Carla.”

Eren stilled.

“I didn’t know that,” he said finally.

“I figured,” you murmured.

“I killed her,” he said simply. “Two years ago. I did it for my parents. I wanted to help my father avenge their son.”

Your stomach twisted at how nonchalant he is. “You could’ve died.”

“I didn’t,” he said. “And she won’t take anyone else.”

You chewed slowly,then you said, “Your grandparents… they’re alive. Annie found them. They’ve kept your inheritance frozen so it wouldn't fall to your half-brother.”

Eren’s expression finally softened. “I have grandparents?”

You nodded. “They want to meet you. And… me. They know you’re alive. They know we’re married.”

A slow smile spread across Eren’s face, beautiful in its simplicity. “Then let’s meet them. I want to see them. I want to introduce them to my beautiful wife.”

You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his.

“You’re taking this all so well.”

He kissed your temple. “Because I already have what matters.”

Then he placed his palm gently on your stomach.

There was something more in your heart, but you decided that this was not the right time to bring it up.

A week past by, you were seated on your dinner table. Eren was reading books on history while you were reading letters from Hitch. Her updating you on what you’ve been missing from London made you ask Eren. 

“Have you… have you thought about moving to Europe?”

“No. Not really.” He said, looking up from his book. 

“I think we should.” locking eyes with him. 

“Why?”

“Because of the baby,” you murmured. “Because I want them to grow up with friends. With an education…”

“I grew up in the jungle,” he cut in, “and I turned out fine.”

You felt annoyance spreading from your chest like cancer. 

“Your biological parents were killed in the jungle, Eren.”

And like that, the disease spead to Eren. “They didn’t have a tribe like we do. We do now. When Malcolm kidnapped you,  I saved you. The tribe took care of you. Hasn’t everything I’ve done proven that I can take care of you? Of them?”

“You don’t understand.” You stood up, as the adrenaline made you unable to sit still. 

“What is it that I don’t understand?” Eren is slightly confused, but he could feel his heart sink to his stomach. He doesn’t like where this is going. 

“I don’t want to stay here anymore…Everything changed when I got pregnant.” You said, gently holding your stomach. 

You tried to breathe evenly as emotion pushed against your chest. “I’m thinking about the baby now. Their future, health care, schools, friends. You might be okay here, but I want more for them.”

“I am more,” Eren said. “I survived here. I made a life here. We have everything we need—”

“The only reason I made it through the first stages of this pregnancy was because of Hange,” you snapped. “But they are leaving. And if the baby gets sick, who’s going to help us? There’s no doctor here.”

“ Again, I grew up here and I’m fine.” He said, shaking his head. 

You sighed, and  the truth spilling out faster than your heart could stop it. “Armin is leaving too. He wants to be with Annie, to start a new life with her and to present our research. He’s ready to move on.”

Eren’s eyes flickered. That one stung.

“Wait… Armin’s leaving?”

“Yes.”

It was a small pause and then, 

“I see what’s wrong,” Eren’s voice cracked, “You don’t want them to end up like me.” He took a step backward. 

“…Yes.”

But you stepped forward, “Not in that way, Eren. You’re brave. You’re strong. You’re an amazing husband. But you’ve been lonely your whole life. I don’t want that for the baby.” You said with a gentler voice. 

His shoulders tensed. “I have a tribe. A responsibility. A legacy my father passed on to me.”

You nodded. “You told me once, in the lagoon that you were willing to leave all of that behind for me.”

“I was,” he said. “If I had to choose between the tribe and you… I’d choose you.”

“Then I’m asking you to choose now.” You placed a hand on your stomach. “Us. Because the baby can’t be raised here.”

Before Eren could think he said “Then why the fuck did you decide to stay with me?!”

The words hit the air like a slap causing you to flinch. 

Eren's face paled instantly and his eyes widen. Shit. He hadn’t meant that.

His mind raced, remembering how Armin told him never to swear in front of a lady unless it was, well… consensual in the bedroom. And this was definitely not that.

“I—I’m sorry,” he said quickly, holding his hands up. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Who taught you to swear?” You said, cutting his apology. 

“It’s… not important.” He stuttered. 

“Huh…okay.” You said, already knowing the culprit. You silently made a note to smack Reiner the next time you saw him.

Eren’s hands curled into fists at his sides. Anger wanted to erupt, but so did regret. And then another memory came , his father, walking away whenever he felt fury bubbling. “Never raise your voice at a woman. Never show her the ugliest parts of you. Leave before you become the man you swore not to be.”

Eren turned without another word and stormed out of the treehouse.

You stood there, frozen, your hands still cradling your belly as if to shield the baby from the chaos that had just passed through. Your throat tightened, and your knees trembled slightly. You didn't realize how much you’d been holding in until now.

A moment later, the door creaked and in entered Armin. By taking one look at you he could tell…you were ready to come home.

And without a word, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. The moment his arms enclosed you, your composure broke and you released your tears. 

Not a silent stream of tears, but a full-bodied, soul-cracking sob, muffled by Armin’s shoulder. Your fingers clutched the back of his shirt as if anchoring yourself in place, trying to stop the ache of the three demons haunting you. Called fear, uncertainty and guilt.

Armin held you tightly, one hand gently rubbing your back in circles as he always did since you were children, the feeling of the circles helped ground you somehow. His chin rested lightly against your head, and he let you cry, never rushing you, never pushing you to calm down.

“I’ll talk to him,” he said softly. “I promise.”

You shook your head weakly against his chest, trying to form words, but they came out broken and half-formed.

“I just… I don’t want to fight. I’m not trying to change who he is… I just…”

“You’re trying to protect your child,” Armin finished for you, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “And that’s not selfish. It’s what any good parent does.”

You nodded, still crying, but breathing became a little easier.

“He’s scared,” Armin added gently. “He’s never had to think about life beyond these trees. Beyond protecting what’s in front of him. But he’ll come around. He loves you, both of you,  too much not to.”

You leaned into his shoulder again, clinging to that hope.

Armin ducked beneath a low-hanging branch, his boots pressing into the soft earth as he made his way down a narrow path carved by years of movement.

He found Eren near the edge of the riverbank, sitting on a moss-covered rock, staring blankly into the rushing current below. His elbows rested on his knees and his fingers were loosely interlocked.

Without a word, Armin approached and quietly sat beside him.

Eren didn’t look up. “So… you saw that, huh.”

Armin nodded gently. “Yeah.”

Armin let out a slow breath. “Soon. we have finished our research, and I want to present it. I also want to go back to England… marry Annie, start a life with her.”

Eren gave a small nod, eyes still fixed on the water.

“I stayed longer for two reasons,” Armin added. “For the gorilla research… and for her. To support her through her new journey…until she is settled.”

“I thought she was happy here. I thought I made her happy. I can protect her, and our baby.” Eren said putting his forehead on his knees. 

“You’ve done so much for her,” Armin said sincerely. “You’ve protected her, given her peace, joy and stability. But Eren… it’s more than just protection.”

“What do you mean?” Eren said, turning his head to lock eyes with Armin while his temple was resting on his knees. 

Armin glanced sideways. “Have you ever noticed that she and I don’t look the same?”

Eren blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Our skin,” Armin said simply. “Our hair, our features.”

Eren tilted his head slightly. “Yes?”

“In our society,” Armin continued, “those things matter to people. Not in a good way. Where we’re from… she and I aren’t treated the same…It’s called racism.”

Eren’s brows furrowed. “Why would anyone treat her differently?”

Armin’s voice softened. “Because of how she looks. She’s part of the ton which is a  a group of wealthy individuals, yes, but she doesn’t have a title. Although she is even wealthier than me. And her skin tone… it’s something people have judged her for her entire life.”

Eren looked stunned. “Do… do you have a title?”

Armin nodded. “I’m a Lord. That opened doors for me that were slammed shut in her face. My grandfather is a respected academic. He had to fight tooth and nail to get her into university… he nearly lost his position over it. Because she didn’t have anyone else.”

Eren was silent, absorbing each word with a growing knot in his chest.

“Her parents died when we were young. She’s faced that world alone. Avery’s supported her, I’ve done what I could but as a man, and Avery as a maid, there were always limits to the places we could be. She couldn’t even apply for a PhD like I did,  not because she wasn’t capable, but because the odds were stacked against her.”

Eren’s mouth parted slightly. “But… she’s brilliant.”

Armin gave a small, proud nod. “She had better grades than I did in university. I brought her to Africa because I hoped that the findings we’ve documented here would give her the credibility she deserves and make her eligible for that PhD. That’s part of why she came.”

Eren turned his gaze back to the water, stunned. “She never told me any of that…”

“She wouldn’t,” Armin said gently. “She didn’t want to burden you. But now, with the baby… she’s thinking long-term. About education, healthcare, opportunity. About making sure your child doesn’t have to fight those same battles.”

Armin, then added, “Especially now that we know the truth about who you are. A title like Grand Duke of Baden…That’s power, but it’s only power if you use it.”

“She doesn’t want the baby to grow up like she did,” Armin continued. “And not because of you, Eren,  but because you mean so much to her, she wants more for your child. A life of security and safety.”

Eren didn’t speak right away. His jaw clenched, his knuckles turning pale where they gripped the edge of the rock.

“She’s one of the smartest, strongest people I’ve ever known,” Armin finished. “And I think… she’s tired of fighting alone.”

Eren stared down at the water, his thoughts spinning. His chest ached with things he hadn’t seen, known or understood about you. 

“I didn’t know,” he whispered. “I just wanted to give her peace. A home.”

“You still can,” Armin said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “But you have to see the world through her eyes too.”

Finally, Eren whispered, “Thank you.” and Armin responded with a nod.

Eren didn’t speak for a while. Then he stood slowly, brushing the dirt from his pants and walked into the jungle to find you. 

You sat silently on a smooth rock near the edge, your feet in the cool water. Your eyes were puffy from the tears you'd shed. 

You were taken by surprise when you felt his strong arms gently wrapped around you from behind. His warmth wrapped around you before you felt his lips find the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses there.  You didn’t pull away. Instead, you placed one hand over his forearm, holding him there in comfort.

“I’m sorry,” Eren murmured.

You closed your eyes, “I’m sorry too,” you whispered.

“I brought you something,” he said, lifting the basket slightly. “Thought you might be hungry… or just in need of something sweet.”

He settled beside you in the shallow water, opening the basket to reveal slices of mango, papaya, and some fresh coconut, your favorites. Without a word, he gently picked up a piece of mango and held it out to you. You blinked at him, then smiled softly and leaned in to take a bite.

The juice ran slightly down your lip, and before you could wipe it away, he was already leaning in, brushing his thumb across your mouth, then placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips.

“I hate seeing you cry,” he whispered.

“I hate crying,” you whispered back, though your smile betrayed how much his presence comforted you.

Eren rested his forehead against yours. “I’ve never done this before,” he said quietly. “Being someone’s… someone’s home. But I want to be that for you. And for our baby. Even if I stumble sometimes.”

You closed your eyes.“You already are, Eren.”

He pulled you into his arms again, and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re my whole world, you know that?”

“You’re getting pretty good at saying sweet things.” You giggled. 

He shrugged, grinned. “Maybe I’ve been studying.” He said while he tapped his temple

“Studying what?”

“You.”

You leaned against his chest, laughing softly, as his arms tightened around you protectively. 

You stayed like that for a while, before Eren leaned in closer. His lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Whatever decision I make,” he mumbled, “you need to know… I’ll think it through. Carefully, and I’ll put you and our baby, first. Always.” He gently placed his hand on your stomach stroking it with his thumb. 

You closed your eyes and  nodded, knowing that no matter what, you could trust Eren.

Three months later

The morning light streamed softly through the trees as you and Armin sat by the desk, a breeze fluttering the corners of the parchment in your hands. You read the letter while Armin read over your shoulder.

“A vote… about the ton?” you whispered, eyes skimming the elegant handwriting. “They’re considering granting us full equal status.”

Armin exhaled a slow breath, nodding. “It’s the moment we’ve waited for. We have to be there.”

He quickly moved to his desk and began writing a return letter. “I’ll request a boat immediately. We’ll head to England as soon as it arrives.”

“Yes!....Or…We’ll need to stop in Germany. To see Eren’s grandparents.” 

Armin paused in his writing, then smiled slightly. “Of course!”

Later that afternoon, you approached the lagoon, carrying the letter. Eren since the argument wanted to understand the concept of race more and wanted you to be more transparent and open about your feelings and experience in order to understand you deeper. 

Eren was already there, waist-deep in the water.

He looked up with that lazy, content smile that always softened your heart. “Hey.”

You held the letter out to him. “We got something. There’s going to be a vote… about my people gaining full equal status.”

Eren took the letter carefully and started reading it. You watched his brow furrow, then lift in realization.

“I want to be there,” you said gently. “Armin and I have to go. But… we’ll stop in Germany first. To visit your grandparents. And I wanted to ask… if you’d come with us.”

Eren didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Of course.”

You smiled and set the letter down with your folded clothes at the edge of the lagoon. “Thank you.”

He stepped toward you as you began to undress for your bath. His fingers brushed over your belly.  “You’re glowing.”

“I'm sweaty,” you giggled. 

“A glowing kind of sweaty,” he grinned. 

You slipped into the warm lagoon, sighing in relief as the water cradled your sore body. Eren joined you, his hands massaging your lower back gently before you glanced at him with an awkward expression.

“I… haven’t shaved,” you murmured.  “I can’t really see my vagina anymore.”

“Do you want me to help?”

Your cheeks warmed, but you nodded slowly.

With a gentle smile, he helped you perch comfortably on a smooth rock, one foot propped up to give him access. His movements were careful and attentive as if he was holding something sacred.

“You sure?” he asked softly, holding the blade in one hand, while the other resting on your thigh.

You nodded, relaxing your shoulders. “I trust you.”

Eren leaned in and pressed a kiss to your knee. “Good. Then let me take care of you.”

And he did when he was done, Eren set the blade aside, his eyes lingered on your smooth, delicate skin. His breath hitched slightly, and his voice took on a huskier tone. "I need to eat," he murmured, his gaze locked onto your most intimate area. "Keep your legs spread for me, love."

"Are you comfortable?" he asked. You nodded, your heart pounding with excitement. Eren's hands gently caressed your thighs, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a hunger that was both fierce and tender. "Hold onto me if you need to," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. You placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath your fingers.

Eren leaned in, his tongue tracing a delicate path up your inner thigh. You could feel the heat of his breath, the softness of his lips, as he kissed and licked his way closer to your core. Your body tensed with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

When his tongue finally made contact with your smooth, sensitive folds, you couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. Eren's movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue exploring every inch of you. He licked and teased, his fingers gently spreading you open to give him better access.

You could feel the pleasure building, your body responding to his skilled touch. Eren's hands held your thighs steady, his grip firm yet gentle. He looked up at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he continued to lavish attention on your most intimate area.

His tongue dipped deeper, tasting your essence and drawing out moans of pleasure from you. He knew exactly where to touch, how to move, to drive you wild. His fingers joined his tongue, gently circling your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your body sing.

You found yourself gripping his shoulders tighter, your legs trembling as the intensity of your pleasure grew. Eren never stopped, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to push you closer and closer to the edge.

"Eren," you murmured, your voice breathless and desperate. He responded with a low growl, his movements growing more insistent, more demanding. You could feel the coiling tension in your body, the need for release building to an almost unbearable level.

Finally, with a cry of his name, you tumbled over the edge. Waves of pleasure swept through you, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Eren held you steady, his tongue and fingers continuing their delicious torture until every last shudder had subsided.

As you came down from your high, Eren gently kissed your thighs, his hands caressing your stomach. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction. "You taste incredible," he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I could stay here forever, just like this."

The sky was streaked in soft pinks and oranges as the boat gently rocked at the river’s edge, sails prepared and supplies neatly packed. It was time.

You stood beside Armin, fingers lightly laced with his as the wind tousled both your hair. Across from you, Annie adjusted the strap of her satchel, while Hange, grinning behind round glasses double-checked their leather pouch filled with carefully preserved herbs.

“I still can’t believe you’re both leaving,” you said softly, your voice warm but touched with a hint of sadness.

Hange gave you a crooked smile. “England’s waiting on these herbs like it’s the cure to immortality. I can’t let them down. Besides,” she added, tipping her head, “someone has to make sure the Queen’s garden has proper taste.”

Annie rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with amusement. “And I’ve got unfinished business in Germany. That tribe I found… it's huge. I’m telling you, no one’s going to believe it until they see my notes. I need to present it all to the university.”

You smiled. “They’re going to be in awe, Annie.”

Armin stepped forward and gently wrapped Annie in a hug, holding her close. “I'll see you later,” he murmured into her hair.

She nodded against his shoulder, and when they pulled apart, her usual stoic expression softened.

“At least I don’t have to share a tent with Hange anymore,” Annie said dryly. “I’m finally getting a full night’s sleep.”

“What?!” Hange gasped, stepping back like they’d been shot. “I do not snore!”

Annie raised a brow. “You snore like a dying boar.”

You burst into laughter while Armin tried and failed to hide his grin. Hange clutched their chest in mock offence.

“That is slander!”

Annie just shrugged and boarded the boat without another word.

Hange gave you a tight hug next, then turned to Armin and the others. “Keep her and the baby safe,” They said seriously, patting your shoulder. “And keep researching. The world’s not going to explain itself.”

“We will,” Armin promised. 

With one last wave, the boat slowly drifted away from the shore, sails catching wind as the river carried Annie and Hange toward the open sea and distant lands. You stood quietly for a while, watching them disappear into the horizon.

You finished arranging the last little touches on the blanket,you has placed Eren’s favorite tropical fruits in bowls, and a fresh jug of cool coconut water. You’d worked hard on this small surprise picnic for Eren. With your pregnancy growing heavier day by day, you couldn’t swing through the vines with him anymore, so this was your way of showing him just how much he meant to you.

Mikasa was lounging under the shade of a tall baobab nearby, her eyes closed, arms behind her head. Visiting had become a daily habit, she always came by to check on you and the baby. 

Armin and Jean were at the lagoon, working on the final analysis for your research paper. Meanwhile, Eren had gone deeper into the jungle. He had just finished speaking with the hyenas, who were troubled by mysterious deaths within their group. They’d sought him out for advice, and now Eren was pacing alone through the thick foliage,thinking to himself.

What kind of animal could take out hyenas…?

His thoughts were interrupted when two figures emerged from the trees, two leopards with menacing eyes and muscled bodies. One had deep chestnut spots, while the other had a scar cutting across its right eye.

“Zarei,” said the first one.

“Tamir,” added the second.

Eren froze for a second. He hadn’t seen a leopard in years…not since the day he killed Sabor.

“So we finally meet, Eren…” Zarei, the scarred one, hissed. 

Tamir narrowed his eyes. “Shocked to see us? After what you did to Sabor?”

“You knew her.” Eren said as his jaw clenched. 

“Knew her?” Zarei snarled. “She was our strongest soldier. She was my mate.”

“When you killed her,” Tamir growled, “you doomed our tribe. We were forced to flee to the south. But now, we’ve come for revenge.”

Without another word, they lunged.

Eren ducked the first blow, but two against one was brutal. He managed to roll and grab a thick wooden branch, swinging it to knock Zarei back. It cracked against his side, but Tamir struck from behind, claws raking across Eren’s chest. Blood spattered the leaves.

He grunted, pain flaring through him as he turned, jabbing the stick into Tamir’s side. The leopard let out a roar and bit into Eren’s forearm. Zarei took the stick from Eren’s weakened grip with his teeth and pressed it toward his throat, trying to crush him.

Pinned to the jungle floor, Eren's muscles were shaking and blood seeping into the earth.

Just above them, perched in the branches, a hoopoe bird watched in horror, and then fled as fast as it could.

Back at the treehouse, Mikasa suddenly stiffened. Her eyes shot open as the bird landed in front of her, chirping frantically and flapping its wings.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, noticing the alarm on her face.

“Eren’s been attacked,” she said, standing up quickly. 

“What?” You gasped.

“By two leopards…he’s in danger. I need to alert the warriors.”

“There’s no time!” you snapped, standing as best you could with your growing belly. “He could be dead by the time they get there….just like his parents.”

Mikasa looked into your eyes and saw something dangerous burning behind your scared eyes…it was almost like a predator. 

Eren coughed, struggling to breathe. Zarei was pressing the branch harder while Tamir’s teeth stayed sunk into his arm. His vision blurred but then he heard a loud BOOM. 

Tamir’s head exploded in a spray of blood and his body went limp.

Zarei turned quickly, wooden branch dropping from his mouth in shock, just in time for a second bullet to strike his abdomen. He collapsed to the ground and started gasping.

You emerged from the shadows, with smoke rising from the barrel of the gun in your hands.

Zarei tried to crawl away, dragging himself through the dirt. You marched over, kicking him in order to turn him on his back. Placing your foot on his stomach, and leaned close. 

“Leave my fucking husband alone.”

You pulled the trigger, finishing off with a blow between the eyes. 

Eren’s eyes blinked open, he had blood coating his chest, arms trembling as he tried to sit up, but collapsed halfway.

Mikasa appeared a second later, kneeling beside him. “Don’t move,” she said, gently lifting him onto her back.

You rushed forward, gripping the gun tight as adrenaline still buzzed in your blood.

Back at the treehouse, you cleaned his wounds with care, shaking a bit as you wrapped the bandages. He winced but never took his eyes off you.

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?” he rasped.

You didn’t look at him. “Armin’s grandfather used to secretly take me hunting in when I was little. Armin hated it and he was terrible with a gun. I got the gun from Hange or well Armin did and I got it from him again.” You giggled a bit, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

Eren gave a weak smile. “That was… kinda cool.”

You dropped the cloth in the bowl of bloody water. “It’s not funny.” Your voice cracked as tears welled up in your eyes. “You could’ve died. Left me alone. Left us alone.”

He reached for your hand, but you pulled away.

“The jungle isn’t safe, Eren,” you whispered, standing and walking to the door. “Not for us. Not for our baby.”

And with that, you left him there. 

You sat quietly on the edge of the treehouse platform, legs pulled in, hands resting on your belly. The adrenaline from earlier had finally worn off, leaving only exhaustion.

You didn’t cry. Not yet. You weren’t ready to fall apart. Not when Eren was still recovering inside. Not when everything still felt too raw.

The wooden boards creaked lightly behind you.

You didn’t turn. You didn’t have to.

Armin sat down beside you, letting the quiet speak for a moment. The breeze rustled the leaves above, brushing against your skin like a whisper.

“I talked to him, before he fell asleep.” Armin said softly.

Your eyes stayed forward, watching the jungle breathe in gold light.

“He told me everything… about the attack. About you.” He paused. “You saved his life.”

You swallowed hard, blinking.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“I know.” 

He reached over and laid a hand carefully on your back, just between your shoulders.

You stayed like that for a while, until the silence grew heavy again.

“I could’ve lost him, Armin…” you whispered. “If I hadn’t gotten there when I did…”

Armin nodded slowly. “But you did. You got there. And he’s alive because of you.”

Your breath was shaking. “He shouldn’t have been out there alone. I knew something was off… I felt it, and I still let him go.”

“You can’t blame yourself,” Armin said. “This is what he does. He protects. He listens to the animals. The people. He carries more than anyone should, but that’s who Eren is.”

You nodded faintly. “And I love him for it. But I’m scared, Armin… This jungle, it took his parents. It almost took him.”

Your fingers tightened around your belly instinctively. “What if it takes him from our child, too?”

Armin leaned a little closer. 

“He knows that now.”

You finally turned to look at him, eyes were puffy and glassy.

“I just want to go somewhere safe, Armin… Somewhere this baby can grow up and laugh and play and be normal. Not looking over their shoulder for a leopard with a vendetta.”

“I know.” Armin squeezed your shoulder. “He’s thinking about all of it. He’s listening now, even if it’s hard. He’s been alone for so long, making decisions on instinct. But he wants to be better… for you. For your baby.”

You looked down at your lap, blinking away tears.

“I’m tired, Armin.”

“I know,” he said softly. “But you’re not alone.”

That was all it took.

You broke.

The tears slipped through silently at first, and then all at once. Armin pulled you into a soft hug, letting you rest your cheek against his shoulder, letting it all pour out. Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt. 

Armin didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to.

Just like when you were kids, when your world fell apart, he held you until the storm passed.

Eren stirred.

The ache in his body was horrible, but it wasn’t the pain that pulled him from sleep. It was the absence of you. Your warmth, your hand in his, the sound of your voice, it wasn’t there. And he felt it like a missing limb.

He blinked groggily, sitting up with a soft grunt, the bandages tugging slightly around his chest and arm. His body protested with every movement, but he ignored it. He needed to find you.

He moved quietly down the stairs, the wooden steps creaking softly beneath his bare feet. The cool night air kissed his skin as he stepped outside, scanning the trees, the clearing, the moonlit path.

Then he saw you.

You were by the firepit, seated on a log, bundled in a light shawl. Your hand rested on your belly, gently rubbing circles over the fabric of your dress, your face tilted up toward the sky. 

“Y/N…” Eren called. 

You turned, startled at first, until your eyes met his. You stood up quickly, halfway rushing to him before remembering he was still injured.

“I thought you were resting…” You whispered. 

“I was,” he murmured, reaching for you. “But I couldn’t feel you. I had to find you.”

You stepped into his arms, carefully, as if one wrong move might hurt him. He pulled you close anyway, tucking you beneath his chin, burying his face into your hair.

You could feel his breath trembling against your neck.

“I’m okay,” he whispered. “You saved me.”

Your arms tightened around his waist. “You idiot,” you mumbled into his chest. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

Eren pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.  “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “Not now. Not when you’re here. Not when our baby is here.”

Your lip were shaking, but you managed to nod.

“I just… I need you to understand that I’m scared, Eren,” you said. “Scared of losing you. Scared of raising this child alone.”

“I do,” he said gently, brushing your curly hair away from your face. “I get it now. I didn’t before. But I do.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry I was so harsh.”

“And I’m sorry I was so stubborn,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve always been braver than me. I just took a little longer to catch up.”

You laughed softly, the sound breaking through the tightness in your chest.

Eren leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then finally your lips. The kiss was slow and gentle,  like he was rediscovering the taste of home.

His warm hand dropped gently to your belly. 

A month later, the sun was just beginning to rise over the jungle, casting long golden streaks across the earth as the boat arrived at the riverbank. 

You stood at the riverbank with Eren and Armin, your hand resting on your growing belly. The time had come,  you were finally leaving for Europe, starting with Germany to meet Eren’s grandparents.

Behind you, clustered just outside the tree line, stood Mikasa, Jean, and Carla.  Mikasa sat under a thick baobab tree, her hand unconsciously resting on the slight swell of her stomach. 

Jean stood beside her, arms crossed in his usual brooding posture, trying to play it cool,  but his twitching ear and the way his foot shifted gave him away.

Carla approached slowly. She had always been a dignified matriarch, but now, she looked… small. She stopped in front of Eren, her hand reaching up, hesitating slightly before gently brushing over his man bun, as if committing the feel of him to memory.

“You’ve grown so much,” she said. “You were my little one… and now you’re someone’s mate, someone’s father.”

You felt your chest ache as you watched Eren lower his head respectfully and press his forehead gently against hers. A sacred gesture between gorilla kin. Being one of love, farewell, and blessing.

Carla then turned to you, “Take care of him. Of both of you.” Her knuckles brushed yours in a careful. “He always tried to protect us… now you protect each other.”

You nodded, too choked up to speak.

Then Mikasa stood up, she didn’t say anything at first. She simply walked up to you and pressed her forehead to yours,  a gesture she had never given anyone but Eren. 

You blinked back tears. “You’re going to be an incredible mother,” you said softly.

Mikasa’s hand brushed gently over your belly. “So will you.”

She turned to Eren next. The two of them exchanged a silent look. She didn’t hug him, as gorillas rarely did but the way she placed a hand on his chest and squeezed lightly said everything.

“I’ll miss you,” she finally muttered, stepping back.

Jean let out a gruff snort as he came up behind her. “Try not to start a war with the humans,” he said, his smirk betraying the emotion in his eyes. He gave Eren a nod, then Jean looked at you. “Keep him in line, will you?”

“I always do,” you smiled.

Then it was time.

Eren helped you onto the boat and Armin followed, setting down the case holding your shared research. The crew gave the signal, and the boat began to pull away from the jungle shore.

Mikasa stood tall, one arm wrapped around Carla’s shoulders.

“Don’t cry,” she whispered to Carla as her eyes filled with tears. “Eren will be back.”

But Carla didn’t respond at first. She just kept watching the boat drift farther away. Then she said.  “He has a family now… a new purpose. Once he’s with his people…” her voice cracked, “there’s a small chance he’ll return.”

Mikasa’s hand stilled. Her breath caught in her throat. The realization settled in her chest like a stone.

The boat creaked gently beneath your feet, swaying softly with the rhythm of the river as it moved away from the shore, from the jungle, from home to home. You stood at the railing beside Eren, watching the green blur of trees slip slowly behind you. Eren stood tall beside you, his hand protectively resting on your back, fingers brushing the curve of your spine.

“Are you excited to meet your family?” you asked, glancing up at him.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, eyes scanning the horizon. Then, with a little smile, he said, “Sure. But I already got a family.” His warm hand slid from your back to your stomach. “Us three… and the ones back home.”

His words warmed you, but they also sat something down gently in your chest, a soft ache of guilt. You hadn’t said it out loud, but you knew. You’d asked him to choose. Between his world and you. Between the vines… and this new life with you, across oceans.

You didn’t realize you were quiet until he turned to you, his hand still on your belly, his thumb gently rubbing circles against the fabric of your dress.

“You should get some rest,” he said gently, almost as if he had read your thoughts.

You blinked up at him, lips parting in surprise.

He didn’t press, didn’t scold. He just tucked a braid of hair behind your ear and nodded toward the stairs that led below deck.

The ship cabin was small but cozy. There was one bed against the far wall, windows letting in light and the wooden floors were polished. You stepped inside, the door shutting behind you with a quiet click. Eren stood behind you, silent as you both looked at the bed. Then, without a word, he came up behind you and slid his arms around your waist.

You leaned into him, your back against his chest. He kissed your neck softly and turned you slowly to face him.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, as if moved by the same invisible thread, you leaned up and kissed him. His hands held your sides, thumbs brushing the curve of your bump, and your hands slid around his neck.

​​ Slowly, you broke away from the kiss, your breath coming in soft pants. Eren looked into your eyes, his own dark with desire and love. You sat down on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding with anticipation. Eren followed you, kneeling before you with a grace that belied his strength.

He started by carefully removing your shoes, his fingers brushing against your ankles. He looked up at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands then slid up your legs, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, gently tugging them down and off, his eyes never leaving yours.

Eren's hands caressed your legs, his touch feather-light as he kissed your ankles, your calves, the inside of your knees. You could feel his warm breath against your skin, his lips soft and gentle. He pushed your legs apart, his eyes darkening as he caught sight of your most intimate area.

He leaned in, his tongue tracing a delicate path up your inner thigh. You gasped, your body tensing with anticipation. Eren looked up at you, his eyes filled with hunger and admiration. "I've got you," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

His tongue made contact with your folds, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Eren's movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue exploring every inch of you. He licked and teased, his fingers gently spreading you open to give him better access. Your body responded to his touch, waves of pleasure building with each passing moment.

Eren's hands held your thighs steady, his grip firm yet gentle. He looked up at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he continued to lavish attention on your most intimate area. His tongue dipped deeper, tasting your essence and drawing out moans of pleasure from you.

By the time he was done, your body was singing with pleasure, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Eren gently kissed your thighs, his hands caressing your legs as he pulled away. He stood up, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to undress you, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt, pushing it off your shoulders.

He leaned down, his lips pressing soft kisses against your neck, your collarbone. You could feel his warm breath against your skin, his hands gentle as they cupped your breasts. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with love and desire.

Eren took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. You gasped, your body arching into his touch. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, his hand caressing your other breast. Suddenly, he paused, a confused expression crossing his face. "What is that?" he murmured, gently squeezing your other breast.

You looked down, shock and embarrassment washing over you as you saw the tiny bead of milk at the tip of your nipple. "I...I don't know," you stammered, as you felt your cheeks burn. "I haven't given birth yet, I don't know why..."

Eren looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity. He gently squeezed your breast again, another small bead of milk appearing. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste it. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with surprise. "It's sweet," he murmured.

He took your nipple into his mouth again, sucking gently. You gasped, your body responding to the sensation. Eren's eyes never left yours as he drained the milk from your breast, his expression one of pure pleasure. He moved to your other breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple before sucking gently, draining the milk from it as well.

As he pulled away, his eyes were filled with a newfound hunger, a kink neither of you knew he had. "You taste incredible," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I want more."

He quickly undressed, his body hard and ready. He helped you lie back on the bed, propping pillows behind you for support. He kneeled between your legs, his hands gentle as he helped guide your legs around his waist. He leaned down, kissing you deeply as he slid into you, filling you completely.

You both moved together, your bodies in perfect sync. The boat rocked gently beneath you, the sound of the water lapping against the hull a soothing backdrop to your lovemaking. Eren's body was slick with sweat, his muscles taut as he moved above you, his hands supporting his weight to avoid putting pressure on your bump.

As you both reached the peak of pleasure, you cried out, your body convulsing around him. Eren followed soon after, his body trembling as he found his release. He stayed kneeling, his body upright as he supported his weight off of you.

After a moment, he helped you sit up, his arms wrapping around you gently. You leaned against him, your lips pressing a soft kiss to the big scar on his chest. Eren looked down at you, "I love you," he murmured, his hand gently caressing your back. "No matter where we go, we go together." You smiled before falling asleep. 

The air around Jaeger Castle was cooler than the jungle breeze you’d grown used to. The grand stone façade towered above you,with ivy crawling up its aged walls and intricate carvings etched into the front doors. You stood between Eren and Armin, your hands clasped over your rounded belly as the carriage rolled away behind you. The quiet countryside air buzzed only with the sound of distant birds.

Then, the front doors opened.

An elderly woman in a long, emerald-green dress stepped out onto the grand stairs, followed by a tall man with silver hair.  Eren stood frozen for a breath before his grandmother ran towards him. 

“My boy…” she whispered, cupping Eren’s face gently in her palms. Her voice cracked as she studied him. “You have your mother’s face… those same strong features. But your eyes..” she smiled through tears,  “those are your father’s. So green and kind.”

Eren swallowed hard, and you saw the tension in his shoulders finally ease as he allowed her touch.

“And you must be the lovely lady who stole our grandson’s heart,” she said warmly, turning to you. “May I?”

You smiled and nodded. She reached forward, resting her hands gently on your stomach, her face glowing. “A great-grandchild,” she whispered in awe, glancing up at her husband. “Can you believe it?”

“I can,” he replied, gruff but clearly emotional. “But let them in.  They must be exhausted.”

The castle doors opened wider, and you were ushered into a grand hall. The inside smelled like aged wood, lilac, and lemon tea. A warm fire crackled in the enormous hearth of the drawing room, where you all sat on deep velvet chairs. Servants appeared silently, placing trays of fresh fruits, delicate sweets, and steaming cups of tea before you.

Eren’s grandparents leaned forward eagerly. “Tell us everything,” his grandfather said. “What was your life like out there, child?”

Eren’s eyes sparkled. “Where do I even begin?”

And so, he began to explain everything. About vine swinging and fruit gathering, the thrill of climbing trees, his daily swims in the lagoon, the calls of birds he could mimic perfectly. You watched him speak animatedly, hands gesturing, voice rising and falling with joy. He was alive in a way that made your heart ache.

His grandparents watched too, his grandmother with her hand over her heart, his grandfather nodding along. But when Eren mentioned Carla and Grisha, the gorillas who raised him  and Mikasa, their joy faded slightly. 

There was a small silence.

His grandfather looked down, then up again, with eyes that were glistening. “Eren… I’m so sorry. That you were left to be raised by… gorillas. That we weren’t there to bring you home. We searched. God knows we searched. But we never found you.”

He turned to you and Armin, his voice thick. “Thank you. Both of you. For finding him. For helping shape him into such a fine young man.”

You shook your head gently. “That credit goes to his family in the jungle. We only helped him adjust to our world. They’re the ones who raised him with love.”

Eren looked down at his hands, then asked, “How did my parents even end up in Africa?”

His grandparents exchanged a long look. Then his grandmother said in a soft voice. “It was their second anniversary. They wanted to travel through Morocco. It was supposed to be a peaceful journey… but then a storm hit. Their boat was caught, driven off course.”

“Grisha and Carla… and a man named Kruger,” his grandfather continued, “were the only ones presumed to have survived. We searched for months. Sent ships. Hired explorers. But… the last letter they sent us was about you. A newborn baby. They asked us to register your birth certificate.”

His voice cracked, and he looked away.

“When the search teams finally arrived where the boat was last seen… they found their bodies. Grisha, Carla, Kruger. But no baby. No sign of you.”

His grandmother reached for Eren’s hand. “We mourned you, Eren. We buried an empty coffin. But now…” Her voice was shaking, “…you’re here.”

Eren reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You gave him a soft squeeze, feeling the pulse of life within your belly between you.

And for the first time, you saw it in Eren’s eyes, the beginning of healing.

His grandmother wiped at her eyes, then leaned toward a small carved chest on the side table. She opened it, delicately pulling out two aged documents.

“We’ve kept these all this time,” she said, “Your birth certificate… and, regretfully, the one that declared you dead.”

Eren unfolded it carefully. His eyes moved slowly across the words, lips parting slightly.

“Eren Jaeger. Born March 30th.”

He blinked. “I… I have a birthday?”

His grandmother leaned in, smiling through tears. “Yes, my dear. You were born on the ship, in the early hours of the morning. Your mother said you didn’t even cry right away. Just looked at her. Calm as ever.”

“And this,” his grandfather added, handing him another piece of paper, “is your death certificate. The one we had issued when we believed you were gone. We’ll be burning it. Tonight.”

You and Armin both leaned over to peek at the birth certificate again.

“He’s twenty-five,” Armin said softly.

Your shoulders dropped as the breath you didn’t realize you were holding escaped you. “Thank God,” you muttered, half-laughing, half-sighing. “You’re two years older than me.”

“Same age as me, huh?” Armin chuckled. 

Eren raised an eyebrow,“Why do you both seem so relieved?”

You gave him a sheepish look, a hint of laughter behind your words. “There’s a story to that…”

You glanced at Armin, who was already grinning because he knew exactly what was coming. Eren turned to you, curious.

You cleared your throat dramatically. “Okay, so on our wedding day, while I was getting ready, Hitch… bless her chaotic soul… joked, ‘What if you're marrying a seventeen-year-old?’”

Eren’s face immediately twisted in mock offense. “Excuse me?!”

“Oh, it gets worse,” you said, holding up a finger. “I panicked. Historia tried to calm me down, saying, ‘He looks like a man,’ but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I made a mental vow that if you were underage, I'd annul the whole thing the second we got back to civilization.”

Armin nearly choked on his tea.

Eren leaned back a little, slightly offended, lips twitching. “I am a man.”

You reached up and cupped his cheek, grinning. “Eren, love… you are a man indeed.”

Then you ran your fingers gently over his smooth jaw and added with a teasing lilt, “But a man with no facial hair.”

Armin burst out laughing. Eren pulled a face, clearly trying not to smile. “Armin…” he grumbled. “Your face is nuder than mine.” You laughed to a point where you thought your water would break. As your blond friend blushed, embarrassed. “Shut up” Armin muttered. 

“So… We found out from Annie that Eren has a brother?” Armin said quickly to change the topic. 

Eren turned to his grandparents, eyes sparkling. “Zeke, right? I’d love to meet him.”

His grandmother’s warm expression wilted into something more pained. His grandfather set down his cup with a quiet sigh.

“Yes… Zeke is your older half-brother,” his grandmother began gently. “Grisha’s firstborn. He was… the result of a very unfortunate circumstance.”

You frowned slightly, listening closely.

“Grisha was young. Barely fifteen,” she continued, “and Dina, Zeke’s mother, was a widow. Without inheritance, desperate for status. She manipulated your father’s kindness. Claimed she needed comfort and shelter.” Her tone tightened. “We tried to intervene. Legally, she couldn’t marry him, but she used that pregnancy to try and force her way into our family.”

Eren blinked, as he was stunned.

“After Grisha and Carla passed,” his grandfather added, “Zeke, Dina and Carla’s families began fighting for control of the estate. Zeke… he’s always wanted the title. The fortune. To be Grand Duke.”

You squeezed Eren’s hand as his shoulders tensed.

Then a voice echoed through the hall.

“Well, well… am I interrupting?”

They turned toward the grand doorway and standing there was Zeke in all his glory.

He stood tall, dressed in a dark tailored coat, his posture relaxed but eyes were overflooded with disdain. His expression twisted into something smug.

The grandmother’s face darkened. “Zeke. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I heard a certain undead brother had surfaced. Thought I’d come visit,” he said, eyes locking with Eren’s.

Eren smiled, rising with a mix of eagerness and caution. “Zeke,” he said, standing up, offering his hand. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

Zeke’s expression didn’t shift. He stared at the hand… then turned away from it.

Your blood boiled, but you remained composed. You slid your fingers between Eren’s, gently stroking his palm. His grip tightened slightly.

Zeke’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, I see. You’re the monkey our father made on that shipwreck.”

Eren’s face dropped. 

“Zeke,” his grandmother warned, but he ignored her.

You stood up, you could barely contain your anger. “Watch your mouth.”

Zeke chuckled darkly. “Oh, Eren. This is hilarious. You married one of those ton women. Pretty face, but no title. She proves the rumors…she is aggressive, wild. Are you sure she’s fit to raise a child? It would be a shame to taint the bloodline, wouldn’t it, Grandfather?”

“Zeke!” the grandmother snapped. 

You stepped forward, chest heaving. You could feel the glaze in your eyes, that mix of fury and humiliation.

Eren didn’t say a word.

In one swift motion, Eren grabbed Zeke by the collar and yanked him out of the room. Zeke stumbled as Eren dragged him down the hall and out the mansion doors.

“Eren!” you called, but he was already gone.

You followed as fast as your belly allowed, with the grandmother close behind. Armin and Eren’s grandfather ran ahead, just in time to see Eren slam Zeke into the courtyard wall.

“I tried to be civil, I can handle you not liking me. However, don’t you ever speak about my wife in that manner.” Eren growled, and then his fist collided with Zeke’s jaw.

Zeke cursed, trying to fight back, but Eren landed another blow. And another. Until Armin and his grandfather reached him, pulling him back.

“Let go of me!” Eren shouted, chest heaving, knuckles bloodied.

Zeke stumbled, wiping his mouth, face smeared in red. “You all side with him?” he spat. “You don’t even know him!”

“Leave!” the grandmother thundered. “You’re not welcome here!”

“You choose this jungle Neanderthal to be Grand Duke over me?! I deserve it! Not him!” Zeke barked.

That was your final straw.

“It’s not your birthright!” you shouted. “It’s Eren’s. You’re a bastard, Zeke. Know. Your. Place.”

Zeke’s face froze, utterly stunned. The courtyard was silent.

Without another word, he turned and left, bloodied, humiliated, and alone.

You walked to Eren’s side as the maids rushed out with warm towels. He winced as they dabbed his scraped knuckles.

His grandparents both looked heartbroken. Zeke’s choices lay heavy on their shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” his grandmother whispered. “We should’ve warned you… should’ve stopped him…”

Eren shook his head. “He’s made his choice.”

You sat beside him, one hand on his back, the other resting over your belly.

“He’s not your family,” you said softly. “We are.”

Eren turned, kissed your cheek, and nodded.

That evening, after dinner had settled and the tension from Zeke’s appearance had faded like smoke in the wind, Eren’s grandfather leaned forward in his seat, focusing on his grandson.

“Eren,” he began. “You know why we asked you here, don’t you?”

“Because I’m your grandson?”

The old man gave a soft chuckle. “That’s part of it. But also… I’m ill. I haven’t been able to step into my role for quite some time now. I need someone to take up the mantle. Someone with integrity.” He looked at Eren with a bit of hope. “Do you think you’d be ready to become Grand Duke of our house?”

The room grew still. All eyes turned to Eren.

He blinked once, then scratched the back of his neck before grinning faintly. “If humans are like animals,” he said casually, “driven by self-interest… then I think I’d manage just fine.”

A round of laughter filled the space.

His grandfather smiled wide. “Then it won’t be a problem at all.”

Eren’s expression softened. He glanced at you, then at Armin, and then back to his grandparents.

“I’m not promising anything,” he said. “I don’t even know if I want to stay in Europe yet. My home is… different.”

His grandmother reached for his hand with a nod. “And we’ll respect that, darling. Always.”

“But before you leave,” his grandfather added, rising from his chair, “there’s something we’d like to show you.”

You all stood, following the elderly couple through the lantern-lit path outside the mansion. The night air was cool, crickets singing softly in the grass as the gravel crunched under their feet.

Not far from the estate, nestled in a grove of sleeping trees, stood a wrought-iron gate. Beyond it lay the Jeager family graveyard.

You stopped before two headstones.

“Grisha Jeager,” one read. And beside it: “Carla Jeager.”

Eren’s breath caught.

Your hand found his, squeezing gently.

“They wanted to travel for their anniversary,” his grandmother said quietly. “They were so full of life. I still remember Carla teasing Grisha about being too soft-hearted for adventure.”

Eren knelt slightly, tracing the letters of their names with his fingers. 

Then, beside the two graves, was a smaller stone.

“Eren Jeager,” it read. Born: March 30th Died: Unknown.

Armin blinked, glancing at Eren. Eren raised an eyebrow and side-eyed him, lips twitching slightly.

“I guess I aged well for a dead man,” he muttered under his breath.

His grandfather gave a weary chuckle. “We’ll have that removed first thing tomorrow.”

His grandmother wiped her eyes and smiled. “We thought you were gone… but somehow, the jungle kept you safe.”

You leaned into Eren’s side, hand resting over your stomach. He placed his over yours, quietly honoring the graves with a soft “thank you” only you could hear.

The next morning, as bags were loaded and trunks were secured onto the carriage headed for the harbor, Eren stood with his grandparents one last time.

“England’s next,” his grandmother said with a smile. “But you’ll write to us?”

Eren nodded, pulling her into a tight hug. “Of course.”

His grandfather clapped his shoulder, eyes glassy. “We’re proud of you, boy. No matter where you decide to build your future.”

They stepped back as the carriage rolled forward. From the window, Eren waved. You rested against his shoulder, the soft sway of the carriage beginning the next leg of your journey

The sway of the ship was gentle that night. The room was softly lit, your suitcase tucked under the vanity,  and your half-read book was placed on the bedside table. You lay under the covers, your back supported by a pile of pillows.

Eren knelt at the side of the bed, resting his arms across the mattress and gazing up at you. 

“You want me to stay?” he asked quietly.

You smiled, brushing his unruly baby hairs back toward his man bun. “You should go with Armin.”

“But—”

“Eren,” you interrupted gently. “He’s almost married. You’re almost a father. When will you ever get a night like this again?”

He huffed, “It’ll be boring without you.”

You giggled, shifting slightly under the covers. “I can’t drink anyway. And I’m tired. Honestly, I’m ready for bed.”

Eren leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your belly. He whispered something in gorilla. 

“You’re going to be an amazing father, you know.”

He looked up at you, with a smile on his face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Good night, love.”

He stayed a moment longer, like he didn’t want to leave, then finally pulled away and slipped out the door with a quiet click.

The boat’s bar was dimly lit. Eren and Armin sat in the corner, sipping amber liquor from short glasses. 

Armin was the first to speak. “Have you made your decision yet?”

Eren exhaled through his nose, swirling the drink in his hand. “I’m torn.”

He leaned back, staring into his glass.

“In Africa… our kid could grow up without all the noise. No racism. No boxes to squeeze into. It’s free there, wild and full of life. But…” He paused. “I can’t guarantee they’ll have what I was lucky enough to find. Human contact. A sense of the world outside.”

Armin nodded. 

“I was lucky,” Eren continued. “You and her. You found me. I didn’t even know I needed that. But our child might.”

He looked out the window. “And I’ve seen how she looks at Hitch’s letters.”

Armin shifted slightly.

“She pretends it’s fine. But I know.” Eren’s jaw clenched. “She misses it. Her world. She misses her friends, her job, her old life.”

He took another sip.

“There was a day,” he said, almost to himself now, “when I came back from meeting the Waziri tribe. They gave me this carved necklace to bring back to her. Said it was for protection, and beauty. I was so excited to give it to her.”

“But when I came back to the treehouse, I heard her crying. Hitch had written again. She missed Avery’s baby being born. She missed Bertholdt’s wedding. All because she couldn’t get a boat out fast enough.”

Eren’s throat bobbed.

“She stayed with me… because she loves me. Because I make her happy. But she… she gave up a lot. Maybe she thinks she can’t take it back. Or worse, that I’ll think she’s selfish if she does.”

Armin was silent, his hands wrapped around his drink.

“I assume you already knew,” Eren said quietly.

Armin hesitated, then gave a slow nod. “Yeah.”

Eren looked at him.

“I didn’t want to interfere too much in your marriage,” Armin admitted. “I didn’t know if I should say anything.”

“Armin…”

“For what it’s worth,” Armin added, meeting his eyes, “I don’t know what to advise you. Not this time. But whatever decision you make, I’ll support it. I know you’ll do what’s best. For her. For your child.”

Eren looked down at his hands. 

He nodded once. “Yeah.”

The ship docked with a hiss and groan, London’s skyline cutting a striking silhouette against the dawn. The harbor bustled with life, workers shouting, horses pulling carriages, and thick fog curling around cobblestones.

Hitch waved wildly, nearly knocking off her hat. Marlow gave a nervous smile, standing beside Armin’s grandfather, who wore a thick wool coat and a proud glint in his eyes. Avery, elegant in deep purple with a cane tucked into the crook of her arm.

Eren helped you off the ramp, steadying you with one hand on your lower back. Armin followed closely behind, carrying the bags. As soon as your feet touched the ground, Hitch launched herself into a hug, wrapping you tight.

“I missed you so much! You look so—oh, my god, your belly—!”

You laughed, hugging her back. Avery gave you a smile before walking over to Eren.

“Well, if it isn’t the Jungle Duke,” she teased. “Welcome to London.”

Eren gave a sheepish smile. “It’s… big.”

Two days later, Avery and Eren strolled through the cobbled streets, weaving between merchants shouting out fresh bread, newspapers, and roasted chestnuts. Eren’s head turned frequently his wide green eyes drinking in the towering buildings, mechanical carriages, the smell of soot and sugar.

Women whispered as they passed. A few waved, bold and blushing. One even blew him a kiss.

Avery narrowed her eyes, watching Eren carefully.

He didn’t react much at first. Then his eyes landed on another group of women laughing nearby. He squinted, almost studying them.

Avery’s temper began to simmer. “Eren Jeager, don’t you dare—”

Before she could finish, Eren chuckled and said, “I’m really lucky. My wife is extremely beautiful.”

Avery’s mouth clamped shut. Her cheeks burned. “You’re lucky I don’t smack you for the scare.”

He grinned, and she rolled her eyes before linking arms with him. “Come on, jungle prince. Let’s get you some toffee.”

They strolled farther, nearing the square when chaos erupted.

A scream split the air.

Smoke billowed from a building nearby. People shouted, backing away from a three-story inn now engulfed in flames. On the top floor, a child stood on the balcony, screaming for help.

Avery clutched her cane. “Where are the firemen?!”

But Eren was already gone, dashing across the square and up the side of the building. His hands found brick and ledges with ease.  Gasps rose from the crowd.

The girl sobbed, reaching for him.

Within seconds, Eren had hoisted her over his shoulder and began climbing down as flames licked the windowframes.

When he landed, the crowd erupted in cheers.

The girl was safe, she was shaking but was luckly unharmed.

A reporter shoved forward. “Sir, your name?”

He paused, still catching his breath, one hand on the girl’s back.

“Eren… Eren Jeager.”

Meanwhile you and Armin entered the the Parliament building’s grand hall. he room was filled with wealthy women in silks and feathers, many of whom turned with subtle gasps.

You could hear it.

“That’s her.”

“She married the monkey man…”

“I heard he doesn’t even wear shoes.”

“Disgraceful. Filthy.”

One woman even muttered, “And she’s having his child…”

Your face tightened, but Armin gently touched your wrist.

“They don’t know what we know.”

You looked at him. His smile was comforting. 

You exhaled, lifted your chin, and smiled with sharp pride, brushing a hand along the swell of your stomach.

The vote commenced.

And then it was official.

The Ton would now be recognized as noble families, with rights and titles assigned.

It was a landmark vote, centuries of discrimination fading.

The room fell into buzzing gossip. You could already hear it: “The King himself will write… assigning titles…”

Armin leaned over and whispered, “You’ll want to keep your letterbox clear next week.”

You smiled.

And somewhere in the city, Eren Jeager was standing in the street, hair windswept, arms covered in soot, a child clinging to him, and a crowd calling his name.

Armin’s carriage pulled up in front of the townhouse. You stepped out carefully, exhausted from the stressful long day, but your heart lifted the second she saw them.

Eren and Avery were waiting at the door.

Avery gave you a smile as Eren rushed forward, immediately wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your  head. “I missed you,” he murmured. 

“I was only gone a few hours,” you giggled, leaning into his warmth.

But before another word could be said a  sharp pain rippled through you You inhaled suddenly, freezing in place.Then your eyes widened as the warmth beneath you shifted, and water pooled at your feet.

“Avery…” you gasped, clutching Eren’s arm.

Avery’s eyes went wide. “Oh heavens! Your water just broke!”

“What?” Eren looked between you in panic. “What does that mean? Is it happening? Now?”

“Yes, now, Eren!” Avery said, gripping his shoulders. “Get her inside!”

Eren carried you carefully inside, his heart pounding aggressively. Armin was already sprinting back toward the street, calling for Dr. Hange.

He flung open the front door just as Hitch and Marlow appeared, holding a celebratory bouquet.

“We came to congratu—”

“Her water broke!” Armin shouted as he dashed past them.

Hitch’s eyes widened. “Oh my—go, go, go!” she urged Marlow, who ran after Armin, tripping over his own feet.

Eren helped lower you onto the bed, brushing your braid from your face as Avery issued instructions to the maids. “Warm water, towels, and clear the room!”

But just as Eren went to stay by your side, Hitch placed a firm hand on his chest. “Eren… I know this is different from how it’s done in the jungle, but… you can’t be in there. Not here. Not now.”

“What? But she needs me, she’s scared. I need to be with her.”

“You’ll do more harm than good in their eyes,” Avery said gently, coming to his side. “Let us take care of her. You’ll see her soon, I promise.”

Eren was in disbelieve but he stepped back reluctantly, shaking knowing that he isn’t amongs gorillas anymore. In his mind, he saw the gorilla females of the jungle, huddled in nests while their mates kept watch, breathing low grunts of comfort. He wanted to do the same for you. He wanted to hold you while you brought your child into the world.

But he sat outside the room, the walls between them suddenly feeling impossibly thick. Your screams pierced him. 

Eren’s hands dug into his knees. His leg bounced furiously.

Hitch sat beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “She’s strong, Eren. Stronger than most women I know.”

“I know,” he murmured. “But I hate hearing her in pain.”

Then your screaming stopped.

Replaced by a new smaller cry. 

Eren froze.

The door opened, and Avery’s soft voice cut through the haze. “Come in. He’s ready to meet you.”

Eren stepped in like he was stepping into a a sacred temple.

He felt relaxed when he saw you lay in the bed, sweat damp on your forehead, your braids clinging to your skin, but you were glowing. More beautiful than ever. In your arms, wrapped in a white linen blanket, was something impossibly small, squirming softly.

You looked up at Eren, smiling weakly. “Do you want to meet him?”

He didn’t speak as his throat too tight. He crossed the room with slow, hesitant steps, eyes locked on the bundle in your arms.

And then you passed him over.

Eren sat on the edge of the bed, and his arms instinctively cradled the baby as if he’d always known how.

The little boy blinked slowly, face scrunched, a faint whimper leaving his lips before settling into silence.

Eren’s heart cracked open.

His fingers trembled as they brushed the child’s soft cheek. He leaned down and kissed his forehead, eyes shining with quiet disbelief and devotion.

“He’s… he’s perfect,” Eren whispered.

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“What should we name him?” you asked softly.

Eren didn’t hesitate.

“…Grisha,” he murmured. “After my fathers.”

The baby stirred slightly, as if approving.

And Eren whispered something low and gentle in Gorilla tongue, a promise, that he would be a better man than he ever dreamed possible. For both you and your son Grisha. 

The candlelight flickered gently against the windows as the maids moved in practiced silence, preparing the sitting room for Lord Armin Artlet’s return. When the front door opened, soft and steady, Annie was already seated in the parlor, one leg crossed over the other, her expression unreadable as she stared down at a paper in her lap.

Armin entered with a tired sigh, shrugging off his coat and loosening the tie at his throat. “You’re here,” he said warmly, voice tinged with fatigue but affection.

“I told you I would be,” Annie replied, her voice soft and a little distant.

Armin noticed the untouched tea by her hand. “Did something happen?” he asked as he took his usual seat across from her.

The maids entered, placing fresh tea and lemon cakes between them on the table, then retreating to the corners of the room in silence.

Annie didn’t respond right away. Her pale eyes remained locked on the newsletter in her lap. Then she looked up, slow and almost cautious, and held it out to him.

“You might want to read this.”

Armin took the paper, unfolding it with a raised brow, until his gaze fell on the front page.

"LONDON'S MYSTERIOUS HERO: FOREIGNER SCALES BURNING BUILDING TO SAVE CHILD."

A large woodblock illustration showed a man atop a burning balcony, a child clutched in his arms, the fire licking just behind him. Below the image in bold, stylized font read:

“Ape-Man or Angel? London’s Darling of the Day — Eren Jeager”

Armin froze.

The familiar figure drawn in broad ink strokes his man bun windswept, face calm yet wild in the way only Eren could be, holding the girl like she weighed nothing at all.

Armin’s hand shook.

A drop of tea spilled from the edge of his untouched cup.

Then another.

And another.

The warm trickle met the polished hardwood floor until one of the maids gasped.

“Lord Artlet!” she cried, hurrying forward with a cloth.

But Armin didn’t hear her.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

He just stared at the name in print, his lips slightly parted.

“Is this what he was upto while we were gone for less than two hours?!” Armin said in disbelief. 

It’s been a week since your birth. The gilded double doors swung open with ceremonial precision. The marble hall gleamed under chandeliers, and the scent of lavender and polished brass filled the air. Courtiers stiffened, whispering behind silken fans as the footman stepped forward, voice ringing through the grand chamber.

“The Grand Duke of Balden, Lord Eren Jeager, and Mrs.Y/N L/N with their son.”

You walked beside Eren with practiced grace, your gown flowing like silk rain. He stood tall beside you,the golden threads on his cuffs his grandfather gifted him glinting with each step. The ton stared in hushed awe.

They had expected a wild beast. Instead, they saw a breathtaking young man. 

“That’s him?” “Not a cave man at all…” “They say he saved a child from a burning building.” “And those shoulders… divine.”

At the throne’s base, Queen Charlotte observed it all with her ever-perceptive gaze. She was a vision in peacock silk and diamonds, her towering white hair adorned with sapphires and her expression straight until her lips curved into a knowing smile.

You both knelt before her, before you said. 

“Your Majesty. The King is healthy, per usual.”

The Queen nodded slowly, her expression softening.

“Indeed. He is… as ever.”

You knew what those words meant,  the quiet truth veiled behind polite tradition. You knew the lore, knew of the King’s illness, of the love that endured through the madness. You had grown up within these palace walls. Played on those marble floors while the Queen and your mother sipped tea and spoke of justice.

Charlotte’s eyes were still on you, as they turned warm. 

“I was very fond of your mother,” she said.  “You were just a little thing, running through the palace halls with your ribbons undone and questions spilling from your mouth.”

Laughter rippled gently through the court.

“Your mother was a fierce advocate,” the Queen continued. “She fought for the ton to have equal rights within the aristocracy. She fought so daughters could inherit what their fathers left behind. And now…” her gaze shifted to your son, cradled in your arms, “her legacy breathes again.”

And then… the Queen’s tone turned teasingly sharp.

“And here you are. Standing proud, having carried and delivered a child conceived by a man who once lived among monkeys.”

Giggling erupted from behind embroidered fans. Eren stiffened for a second,  until your hand found his behind your backs and gave him a gentle squeeze.

He exhaled slowly. He trusted you. He knew from what you told him, the Queen’s tongue was sharp, but not cruel.

“Stand,” she commanded.

You both rose, and her runner boy, Marco, appeared with a velvet cushion.

Queen Charlotte lifted the golden emblem,  a crest that shimmered like captured sunlight.

“This,” she said, “was meant for your father. But God claimed him too soon. Yet, what he sacrificed for this crown will never be forgotten.”

She stepped forward and pinned the emblem over your heart.

“Today, I name you Duchess of Sussex. A manor awaits your family there, passed down by royal hand. No matter where in the world you roam… Sussex will be your sanctuary.”

Your breath hitched, tears catching in your lashes. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” you whispered.

She turned then to Eren, studying him thoughtfully.

“And you… London’s latest hero. Has your wife not yet heard of your rooftop escapades?”

You blinked, confused. “What escapades?”

The Queen smiled.

“Why, scaling a burning building to save a child, of course. A spectacle. They say you climbed like a panther in a storm.”

Eren flushed, murmuring humbly, and the court all but erupted in whispers.

“He’s not only beautiful, he’s brave?” “A wild prince with a noble heart.” “Oh, to be saved by him.”

Queen Charlotte leaned in just slightly.

“Y/N, do you know what I deem most classless?”

You smiled, reciting her favorite lesson:

“A lady drooling over a married man.”

Gasps. More flushed cheeks. And not a single woman dared meet the Queen’s eyes.

Her smile sharpened, then softened as she turned back to Eren.

“Now, Lord Jeager,” she said, her tone more serious, “I suggest you take time to reflect. Decide where your family belongs. In the jungle, where you were shaped… or here, among civilization, where you now shape others. Do right by them. Not by your desires.”

Then, as if remembering a private joke, she muttered under her breath:

“Grisha Jeager…”

Eren’s head tilted at the name.

The Queen rolled her eyes playfully.

“That little punk never could’ve created someone so devastatingly beautiful. Must be your mother’s work.”

Eren’s eyes lit up with something soft. 

And then it was time.

You turned, bowing once more.

“Thank you again, Your Majesty.” The Queen then responded “ No thank you, from the Crown,  to the Grand Duke of Balden… and the Duchess of Sussex  or shall I say, the Grand Duchess of Balden. ” You glanced at your husband with pride.

With heads held high and a son cradled between you, the two of you walked out  no longer whispers of scandal, but as a respected power couple. 

The jungle had a different sound now, five years later. The calls of exotic birds were laced with the laughter of children. 

Under the generous shade of a banyan tree near the lagoon, you sat cross-legged, sunlight dancing through the canopy above you. The faint breeze made the corners of your paperwork flutter as you finished signing off on the new extension to Eren’s estate,  a preservation order for a dense stretch of jungle bordering the lagoon. A sacred place for your husband,  one he can retreated to when courtly life in Europe becomes overwhelming.

He had adjusted better than anyone expected,  not just to civilization, but to leadership. As Grand Duke of Balden, Eren was known as a fair, instinctive, and deeply empathetic ruler. The people adored him. Nobles respected him. And despite the politics, the pomp, and the rigid structures of nobility, he never lost the gentleness and kindness of the jungle that had first drawn you to him.

You set the last papers aside and pulled out a fresh file,  applications for piano tutors and private instructors for your children. Grisha, now five, and Phoebe, four, were both curious and energetic. Both had inherited their father’s balance and physical confidence  and perhaps your sharp tongue and intellegence.

Just as your pen hit the parchment, you paused, catching a chorus of giggles carried on the wind.

Laughter.

You turned toward the sound and smiled.

Across the lagoon, swinging from thick vines like acrobats of nature, were Grisha, Phoebe, and their cousin Mark, Jean and Mikasa’s eldest. Their shrieks of joy filled the air as they let go of the vines and plunged into the clear blue water below.

And with them,  their father.

Eren emerged first, hair slicked back, droplets clinging to his lashes. Phoebe surfaced second, splashing wildly until Eren scooped her up effortlessly into his arms.

“Any bruises?” he asked, looking her over with the focused intensity of a seasoned girl dad.

“I’m fine, papa!” she grinned. “I’m not as fragile as mama.”

You narrowed your eyes from your spot under the tree, and Phoebe immediately froze. A sheepish look crossed her little face.

“Sorry, mama,” she muttered.

Eren threw his head back and laughed.

He carried Phoebe toward you while Grisha and Mark chased each other in the water. 

As Eren approached, he lowered his head and kissed your temple, his arm slipping easily around your shoulder.

“You’re working too hard,” he murmured.

“I’m making sure you get more trees,” you replied, arching a brow. “The Grand Duke needs his forest.”

He smiled,  that boyish smile that still caught you off guard after all these years.

“I already have everything I need,” he said, eyes tracing the curve of your cheek, then landing gently on your lap where the papers lay. “But the trees are nice too.”

You leaned into him. Behind you, the children played, and somewhere deeper in the trees, the hum of drums signaled evening preparations from the tribe. Mikasa, now the official chieftess, would later meet with Eren to consult about shared stewardship of the jungle lands  a role she held with both grace and occasional frustration.

You had made a life,  not just across continents, but across worlds. From the halls of Buckingham to the vines of the jungle. From royal titles to tribal fires. You danced between them all, raising children who knew how to bow before a queen and how to climb a tree barefoot.

And at the heart of it all, your dearest Eren. Once led by instinct, now guided by love.

🏷️: @faerie-soirxx

[lias-writings]

babydaddy!haymitch abernathy x reader

warnings: fluff, established relationship, kept their daughter’s name from my previous fic!!, pet names (sweetheart, baby etc.), few cuss words, haymitch and reader are parents

a/n: hihihi so i took a lil break but i have so many new fics coming up!!

word count: 654

“haymitch you sure you don’t mind watching over her for the day?” you ask him for the millionth time. it’s not like you didn’t trusted him with your daughter, but she was still so little and this would be the first time she’ll be with her daddy only, for so long.

“sweetheart, everything is gon’ be okay. i got it. y’do what y’need to do.” your husband kisses your forehead gently, comforting you, before few minutes later he’s walking you out of the door of your shared home, returning to his baby girl shortly after.

“daddy!” maelin babbled excitedly reaching her arms out towards haymitch, who’s heart just melted like an ice cube left on the sun.

“hi angel, look at you, huh..” he mutters picking her up in his arms, just admiring the small creation of his and his wife’s love, with a warm smile that was forming on his lips.

“fuck..” he swears for the hundredth time in the last four hours, as he was trying to lull his baby to sleep and stop her dramatic cries for her mother.

haymitch didn’t even knew where the time went, when his eyes darted toward the glass windows and the sun seemed visibly lower than he remembered it from when he checked last.

the clock above the counter strikes six thirty pm and you’re still no where to be found, as haymitch prepared the last bottle of milk of the day for his little girl.

and god was he tired. he always admired how you were able to stay on your feet all day, pamper your child, carry a second one, take care of your marriage, the house and yourself, while smiling. never once had he doubted it was not an easy work but holy shit was he now finding out how tough it is to not fall asleep in the middle of a motion.

haymitch hears his daughter’s impatient sounds, as he hurries over to the living room, taking her into his arms and attempting to feed her. more than that, it felt like he was just on a mission to slay a dragon.

“fuckin’ finally..” he huffs laying the bottle on the coffee table in front of him, leaning back against the couch, settling maelin comfortably on his lap, holding her close do she would not fall.

you unlock the door, keeping as quiet as you could when you were welcomed by nothing but silence filling the air of your home. you tiptoe to the living room, from which a soft snoring could be heard and you can’t help but smile at the adorable image of haymitch passed out on the couch, with your baby girl sitting on his lap, smiling contently, making it seem like she was the one watching over him and not the other way around.

“hi baby..” you whisper, taking her into your arms, kissing her soft cheek, giggling with her as she pointed at her daddy, looking drained and ten years older than he did few hours ago.

“did you take care of daddy?” she nods immediately, proud of herself, before absolutely shocking you with a new addition to her vocabulary.

“fuck.”

a gasp left your lips before your eyes shot daggers into oblivious, sleeping haymitch.

“haymitch!” at the scream, he jerks awake immediately jumping onto his feet, head turning from side to side like a mad man, looking for his daughter.

“maelin- oh! baby, fuck, hey love, you’re here.” haymitch sighed relieved going in for a hug, but hearing maelin speak up in your arms made him stop in his tracks.

“fuck!” she repeated after her father, smiling angelically at her parents, unaware of the glare you pierced through her daddy again and that if looks could kill, he’d just drop dead.

“oh.”

“oh?! that’s all?!”

“well, holy shit- i didn’t..”

“shit!” the little girl said again, more and more excited with each cuss word.

“haymitch!”