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blaxcunicorn · 2 months ago

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The King of the Jungle

Length: 13k

Content: fem!reader, angst, smut, character death

Authors note: This is my newest Eren to my collection. This is Tarzan!Eren and Jane!Reader. Let me know what yall think?

Your nanny, Avery, carefully fastened the last button of your blouse before stepping back to admire her work. “There,” she said, smoothing out the fabric. “You’re all set for your journey.” Today was the day. You and your best friend, Armin, were setting sail for Africa. Armin, an esteemed archaeologist with a PhD, had been eager to go on this expedition to further his studies, while you, an animal researcher, were just as interested in observing and documenting the wildlife. Both of you came from upper-class English families, and in the strict, polished world of the Victorian era, your decision to journey into the unknown had raised more than a few eyebrows. Avery cupped your face gently, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek. “Be safe, my dear,” she murmured.

She had been like a mother to you ever since your parents’ tragic plane crash. The thought of leaving her behind tugged at your heart, but she would be waiting for you when you returned, just as she always had. At the bustling port, you stood on the wooden dock, waving at the familiar figures of Avery, Hitch, and Marlow. Hitch had originally intended to accompany you and Armin as your protector, believing that the two of you would be lost without her, but fate had other plans.

Two years into her marriage with Marlow, an unplanned pregnancy had changed everything. “I hope you’ll be back before the baby arrives!” Hitch called out, cupping her hands around her mouth. Marlow smirked, crossing his arms. “You two better be back in time, or I’ll come down there myself and hunt you both down.” You and Armin laughed at the playful threat, waving until the three of them disappeared into the crowd.

The ship’s interior was impressive, adorned with dark mahogany panels and gold accents, filled with the distant sounds of conversation and music. You and Armin had separate rooms but had decided to meet for a drink before calling it a night. As you stepped out of your cabin, you found Armin already waiting for you. With a smile, you linked arms and headed toward the bar together.

Upon entering, a soft, angelic voice floated through the air, accompanied by the gentle melody of a piano. At the center of the room, on a small stage illuminated by warm light, stood a petite blonde woman, her voice captivating the entire audience. Most tables were already occupied, but near the front, you noticed a brunette with freckles, her eyes glued to the singer as if under a spell. Armin, ever the gentleman, approached her with courtesy. “Excuse me, would it be alright if we joined you?”

The woman glanced at both of you before shrugging. “Suit yourselves.” As you settled into your seats, she leaned back and took a sip of her drink. “Name’s Ymir.” Armin smiled. “I’m Armin, and this is my friend.” He gestured toward you as you introduced yourself. “I’ll go grab our drinks,” Armin said, excusing himself to head to the bar.

A few minutes later, he returned, not with two glasses, but with a box filled with ice, white wine, and champagne. You raised an eyebrow. “What’s the occasion?” Armin beamed. “To celebrate our journey and our achievements!” You couldn’t argue with that. As the three of you toasted, you shared stories about your expedition with Ymir. She listened with mild interest before lazily pointing her glass toward the singer. “I’m just here to support my wife’s dream.” Your gaze followed her gesture. “Historia?” Ymir nodded. “She’s always wanted to sing for a crowd like this. So, here we are,” she said proudly.

Before the conversation could go any further, a familiar presence interrupted the table. Floch and his crew slid into the empty seats next to you without so much as a greeting. Ymir’s face immediately soured. “Oh, great,” she muttered quietly as Floch casually grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured himself a drink. His men quickly followed suit, helping themselves to the remaining contents. Armin shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, but managed to speak politely. “They’re with us,” he said. “Floch is acting as our bodyguard for this trip.”

Ymir raised an eyebrow. “Him?” She scoffed, glancing at you. “And you trust a guy like that to protect you?” Floch, already halfway through his drink, smirked. “Oh, come on, sweetheart.” He draped an arm around Armin, causing the smaller man to tense up. “I have to look after my damsel, after all.” His sharp gaze flicked toward you. You rolled your eyes, cutting him off before he could say more.

“That’s enough for tonight.” You set your glass down and stood up. “We need to be in top shape for our arrival tomorrow.” Armin nodded in agreement, sensing the rising tension at the table. Ymir simply snorted, unimpressed. As you turned to leave, you felt Floch’s gaze linger on you, but you chose to ignore it.

The soft golden glow of the morning sun filtered through your cabin window, gently rousing you from sleep. The rhythmic sway of the ship felt familiar now, but today was different; you were filled with excitement. You were finally here. Dressing with care, you slipped into a long white and pink dress, the fabric flowing gracefully over your figure. The large pink bustle added volume to your silhouette, while a crisp white cravat sat neatly at your collar. You pulled on your pristine white gloves, fastening the buttons with precision before stepping into your boots, which were white with black accents on the soles, toes, and heels, reminiscent of Mary Janes. Layers of a white petticoat rustled beneath your skirt, and the frilly lace of knee-length pantalettes peeked through just slightly as you moved. Your hair, neatly braided, was twisted into a bun, and you slicked down your baby hairs to ensure no stray strands would escape in the jungle heat.

As you stepped onto the deck, the fresh, salty breeze greeted you, carrying the scent of the approaching shore. Armin stood near the railing, gazing out at the endless expanse of blue, his hands resting on the polished wood. His blond hair ruffled slightly in the breeze, and there was a sparkle in his eyes, filled with excitement. You approached quietly, your boots clicking softly against the deck. “Already lost in thought, Armin?” He turned to you with a wide smile. “How could I not be? Just look at it,” he gestured toward the distant shoreline. “A land untouched, filled with history, waiting to be discovered.” His voice was full of awe. You stepped beside him, your gloved hands resting on the railing as well. “I can’t believe we’re finally here,” you murmured, taking in the sight of the lush jungle beyond the misty horizon. Yet, a part of you felt a pang of longing. “I just wish Hitch were here with us.” Armin nodded, his smile softening. “Me too. She would’ve loved this adventure. And, well, she’d probably be keeping Floch in check.”

You chuckled. “That alone would be worth having her here.” Before Armin could respond, a booming voice echoed across the deck. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived!” The captain's announcement sent a rush of adrenaline through you. Your eyes met Armin’s, and without another word, the two of you dashed toward the ship’s edge, eager to catch the first glimpse of the land awaiting you. The moment you stepped off the ship, the world around you transformed.

The humid air clung to your skin, and the scent of rich earth, salt, and foliage filled your lungs. The cries of distant birds and the rustling of unseen creatures in the dense jungle played like a melody welcoming you to its depths. You took a deep breath, savoring the beauty of the jungle. The vibrant greens of the towering trees stretched endlessly, their leaves rustling softly under the warm breeze. The sound of waves crashing against the shore blended with the distant calls of hidden animals. You took a few careful steps along the soft sand, your boots sinking slightly into the earth. It felt surreal. Behind you, the familiar voices of Floch and his men interrupted the moment. You turned to see them carrying your trunks and supplies, already beginning to set up the campsite.

Floch, flashed a smirk as he dropped a crate onto the sand. “Don’t just stand there gawking. You’re gonna see plenty of jungle soon enough.” You rolled your eyes but chose not to respond. Instead, you exchanged a look with Armin, knowing your adventure had just begun. The jungle air was thick and warm, filled with the scent of damp earth and blooming flora. As you walked alongside Armin, your boots sank softly into the leaf-covered ground, the muffled sounds of distant wildlife surrounding you.

Your steps faltered as your foot brushed against a tangle of dried leaves and branches. Armin turned to you, curiosity lighting up his face, just as you took another step and felt the soft, woven texture beneath your sole. “A nest,” you whispered. Armin crouched beside you, adjusting his glasses as he examined the intricate structure. His eyes sparkled with fascination. “And not just one; there are more.” He gestured ahead, and sure enough, scattered within the thick brush were several similar nests, each one carefully crafted. “This confirms it,” you murmured, filled with awe. “They live in family groups.” Armin nodded excitedly, already scribbling notes in his journal. “This is remarkable. Proof of complex social behavior.” You smiled at his enthusiasm, but before you could respond, a rustling in the trees caught your attention.

You turned just in time to spot a baby baboon, a tiny figure hopping between the branches. Your heart melted at the sight of its large, curious eyes. Without hesitation, you pulled out your sketchbook, eager to capture the moment. Settling onto a fallen log, you carefully traced the outline of the small animal, detailing the soft curve of its face and the playful glint in its gaze. But before you could finish, a blur of movement shot forward.

“Hey!” The baby baboon snatched the sketchbook from your hands, clutching it tightly as it leapt away. Your mouth fell open in disbelief before you ran. “Oh no, you don’t!” Ignoring Armin’s amused chuckle, you chased after the mischievous creature, ducking beneath low-hanging vines and leaping over fallen branches.

Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and frustration coursing through you. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of green eyes followed your every move, watching silently from the shadows. The baboon skittered up a tree, flipping through the pages until it found its own unfinished portrait. It let out a delighted chatter and clutched the book tighter.

You reached up, frustrated. “That’s mine, you little—” With a quick movement, you managed to grab it back. The baby baboon’s joy turned to despair as it let out a loud, mournful wail. The sound sent a shiver down your spine. Slowly, you turned. Emerging from the underbrush was a troop of baboons, their dark eyes fixed on you with rage. Their bodies tensed, muscles coiled like springs, ready to pounce. Your breath caught in your throat.

Then, they charged. You barely had time to react before strong arms grabbed you. The world tilted as you were suddenly lifted off the ground, the force of the movement knocking the breath from your lungs. Wind whipped past your face as you soared, vines slapped against your skin. Your heart raced, the ground becoming a blur beneath you. A sharp tug on your leg made you gasp as a baboon clung to your foot. Panic surged through you as you kicked frantically, your boot slipping off and falling to the jungle floor below.

The baboon let go, screeching as it tumbled down with it. Vines snapped and rustled around you as you and your mysterious rescuer swung higher until finally, you landed. Dizzy and breathless, you were perched on a thick tree branch, your arms instinctively gripping the body beside you. It was then that you looked up.

The man standing before you was unlike anyone you had ever encountered. Bare-chested, his sun-kissed skin was marked with faint scars, and his muscles were sculpted from years of survival. His brown hair flowed smoothly just above his shoulders, and his green eyes studied you with an unfiltered fascination. He was breathtaking. He spoke—not in words, but in soft, low clicks and guttural sounds.

Your confusion deepened as he crouched slightly, still holding you as if uncertain whether to let go. You barely noticed the baby baboon and its sibling landing beside you, nor did you react when the man made a few strange noises toward them. To your complete astonishment, the baboons chattered back. Then, before you could stop him, he took the sketchbook from your hands and gently returned the unfinished drawing to the little creature.

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. “You—” You shook your head, still trying to process what had just happened. The man, however, was no longer focused on the baboons. He was focused on you. He reached out hesitantly, his rough fingers hovering near your face, curiosity flickering in his gaze. Slowly, tentatively, he brushed his fingertips over the back of your hand. A sharp breath escaped your lips. The contact sent a shiver down your spine,not from fear but something else entirely. The man’s brow furrowed as he turned his hand, pressing his palm against yours. He seemed… amazed. As if he had never seen another like him before. As if he had never felt another human’s touch. Your chest tightened.

“Y-You…” you attempted to speak, but the words got stuck in your throat. The man tilted his head and pointed to himself. “Eren.” His voice was deep and rough, as if language was unfamiliar on his tongue. You swallowed hard and slowly said your own name. Eren blinked, his lips forming the shape of the word, though it took him a few tries to get it right.

A small smile crept onto his face as he repeated it, his voice softer this time. Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, Eren slowly lifted his hand toward yours, hesitating for just a moment before reaching out further. You inhaled sharply as his fingers brushed against yours. His touch was rough yet surprisingly gentle, and his hand felt warm. A strange sensation bubbled up in your chest. Eren seemed affected too. His breathing slowed, and his eyes were fixed on where your hands met, as if he wanted to remember the feeling of your skin. He slid his fingers against yours, exploring this new sensation.

The world around you felt like it had paused, the sounds of the jungle fading into the background. For a brief moment, it was just the two of you.

But then— A loud, sharp bang shattered the moment. A gunshot. You jolted, your eyes widening. In the distance, a flock of birds burst from the treetops, their frantic cries echoing through the jungle. Another shot rang out.

“Floch,” you whispered. Eren stiffened. His head snapped toward the sound, his expression darkening as he let out a deep, guttural growl, mimicking the noise of the gunshot. You looked at him, desperation in your eyes. “Take me back. Please.” He turned back to you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer, then without a word, he grabbed your hand and leapt. The world blurred again as he swung through the trees, carrying you effortlessly through the jungle.

The moment your feet hit solid ground, the jungle air enveloped you with the rich scent of damp earth and fresh foliage. But all your attention was on him—the wild man who had just carried you through the treetops with an effortless grace that seemed impossible. Your heart raced from the adrenaline. He had saved you. He had protected you. Now, standing before you with those intense green eyes, he looked at you as if he were trying to understand you just as much as you were trying to understand him.

A rustling in the trees drew your attention. You turned your head just in time to see figures emerging from the thick jungle, large, powerful forms moving through the underbrush. Gorillas. They were watching, cautious and calculating, their dark eyes fixed on Eren. Among them, two stood out: a massive silverback, exuding authority, and a gentle yet firm-looking female. They didn’t acknowledge you, their focus was solely on Eren.

The male grunted, his stance rigid with dominance. The female, softer in her demeanor, placed a hand on Eren’s shoulder, urging him to step back. Eren hesitated for a moment, his gaze darting between you and the gorillas, but ultimately, he complied. And just like that, he was gone. You released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The encounter had lasted only moments, yet it felt like you had stumbled upon something truly remarkable. A familiar voice snapped you back to reality.

“(Y/N)!” You turned to see Armin and Floch rushing toward you, their faces etched with concern. “We’ve been searching everywhere for you,” Armin said, visibly relieved. Floch, however, wore a scowl as he scanned the surrounding jungle. “What the hell happened? You vanished, and now you look like you’ve seen a damn ghost.” You took a steadying breath, still in a daze. “I saw them,” you whispered, barely able to contain your excitement. “The gorillas. A whole group of them.” Armin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You did?”

You nodded, but your gaze wandered to the trees where Eren had disappeared. “And I met someone… He’s not like them, but he’s not like us either. He saved me.” Floch crossed his arms. “What do you mean, ‘not like them’?”

“He’s human,” you replied.

“But he moves like them, lives like them. He doesn’t speak, but he understands things.” Floch scoffed. “A wild man? Come on, you’re telling me you were saved by some half-naked jungle freak?” Your brows furrowed, irritated by his dismissive tone.

“I’m telling you what I saw, Floch. And I believe we can learn from him about the gorillas, about the jungle. He could be the key to understanding everything we came here for.” Armin looked thoughtful. “If he’s been living among them, he might have insights we could never get otherwise.” His enthusiasm grew as he spoke.

“(Y/N), if we could find him again, we could document his behavior. We could learn so much.” Floch, however, remained unconvinced, but for now, he didn’t argue further.

The next morning, you sat at the camp’s makeshift blackboard, charcoal in hand, carefully sketching what you remembered of Eren, his long hair, his strong features, those striking green eyes. Armin watched as you worked, his curiosity evident. “You’re fascinated by him,” he observed. You paused, your fingers hovering over the board before adding the final strokes. “Aren’t you?” Armin chuckled.

“Oh, I am. But I think you’re fascinated in more ways than one.” Before you could respond, a sudden rustling made you turn. Eren. He stood just outside the camp, watching with quiet curiosity. Your breath hitched slightly; he had found his way back. Floch, however, looked unimpressed. “Well, well. Look who decided to show up.” Eren’s eyes flickered between you and the board. His gaze landed on the drawing of himself, and you saw that he recognised his face.

Floch picked up a piece of charcoal and grinned. “If he’s really lived with gorillas, let’s see if he knows what they are.” He quickly sketched a rough outline of a gorilla on the board and pointed at it. “See this, jungle boy? Gorilla.” Eren stared at the drawing, then at Floch, his face expressionless. Armin sighed.

“Floch, I don’t think it works that way.” But Eren had lost interest. Instead, he was watching Armin, noticing how he spoke to you, how he stood next to you, and how the two of you seemed to connect effortlessly. A bond. If he wanted to stay, if he wanted to be closer to you, he needed Armin’s acceptance. Without a second thought, Eren turned and vanished into the jungle. Floch huffed, muttering about him running off again, but you sensed he wouldn’t be gone long.

Minutes later, he came back, holding something in his hands. A large, smooth seashell, its interior shimmering with pearlescent blues and purples. He walked right up to Armin and placed it in his hands. Armin blinked in surprise. “For me?” Eren nodded once. Floch scoffed. “Oh great, now he’s bribing us.” But Armin, captivated, turned the shell over in his hands. “This is amazing,” he murmured, then looked at Eren with a genuine smile. “Thank you.” He quickly grabbed his notebook and jotted something down. “This might be an attempt at social bonding, offering gifts to those he sees as important.”

Eren watched him write, intrigued. His sharp eyes flicked to you, searching for your approval. You smiled. “That was really kind of you.” He relaxed at your words, but the moment was broken when a gentle breeze swept through the camp, causing the pages of Armin’s notebook to flutter. Eren, who had been looking at one of the books you’d given him, growled in frustration as his shoulder-length hair fell forward, obstructing his view. He pushed it back, only for it to fall again.

You couldn't help but laugh a little. "Here," you said gently, moving a bit closer. Eren froze as you lifted your hands to his thick hair. It felt soft against your fingers as you began to untangle it in spots. He stayed quiet, observing you intently, letting you do your thing. You wove the strands together, securing them until his hair was neatly pulled back from his face.

Satisfied, you let your hands drop and turned him toward the small mirror in camp. “See?” Eren leaned in, studying his reflection for a long moment. Then, to your surprise, a small, pleased smile spread across his lips. Something in your chest tightened. With his hair pulled back, his features were fully visible, the sharp angles of his jaw, the intensity of his emerald eyes, and the way the sunlight danced on his tanned skin.

He was beautiful.

You swallowed, taken aback. Eren caught your gaze in the mirror, curiosity flickering in his expression. He tilted his head slightly, almost as if trying to decipher your thoughts. You quickly looked away, clearing your throat. “Now you won’t have to keep pushing it back.” He nodded once, still smiling as he turned back to the book. Armin observed the entire exchange, quietly jotting something down in his notebook. Floch, meanwhile, glanced between you and Eren, scowling at himself. And just like that, the lessons continued.

Over the next few days, you and Armin taught him about human life. You showed him letters, words, and gestures. He picked it up quickly, his intelligence shining through. He watched everything you did, mimicking your movements with careful precision. At times, you caught him staring at you, not just with curiosity, but with something deeper. Eren was learning. But more than that, he was changing.

Floch, however, grew increasingly frustrated. It wasn’t just Eren’s presence, it was the way you looked at him, the way he looked at you. One evening, as the three of you sat near the camp, Floch reached for your shoulder to get your attention.

Eren’s hand shot out quickly, grabbing Floch’s wrist in a vice-like grip. Floch winced.

Armin, ever the observer, noted it immediately. “He’s territorial,” he murmured, scribbling in his notebook. “I think he sees (Y/N) as his.”

Floch yanked his arm away, clearly irritated. “Great. A jealous wild man.” The tension between them simmered, but you didn’t notice anything.

You felt the inevitable call of nature. The camp, despite its advancements, lacked proper facilities, forcing you to venture into the jungle to relieve yourself. With a sigh, you grabbed a lantern and started walking toward the tree line.

Floch, who had been watching from where he lounged by the fire, raised an eyebrow. “And where do you think you’re going, princess?” You shot him a look. “To take a walk.” Floch smirked. “Right. Just be careful. We wouldn’t want the jungle to swallow you up.” Armin, who had been sketching in his notebook, glanced up. “Do you want me to go with you?”

You shook your head. “No need, I won’t go far.” As you slipped into the foliage, Eren was unaware that he was tracking your movements. He had been lingering at the edge of the camp, silently observing as you walked away. The moment you were out of earshot, Eren stepped forward, ready to follow. But Floch blocked him, pressing a hand against Eren’s chest. “Whoa there, monkey boy,” Floch smirked, nodding toward the trees. “Where do you think you’re going?” Eren frowned, glancing in the direction you had taken. Floch laughed.

“You can’t follow a lady to the toilet, dumbass.” Eren’s face remained blank, clearly confused. Floch sighed, shaking his head. “What, you’ve never learned basic decency? A woman’s gotta—” Before he could finish, Eren pushed him back, not too hard, but enough to make Floch stumble.

“The hell?” Floch scowled, stepping forward as if to retaliate, but Armin quickly intervened, placing a hand on Floch’s arm. “Wait,” Armin said thoughtfully, already flipping to a blank page in his notebook. “This might not be what you think.” Floch scoffed. “Oh, enlighten me, Professor.” Armin tapped his chin, considering. “In many animal species, relieving oneself is a vulnerable moment. It’s possible that Eren sees her as… well, part of his group.” He glanced at Eren. “Or even his chosen mate.”

Floch’s mouth dropped open before he burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s rich. So, what you’re saying is jungle boy is playing bodyguard because he thinks she’s his girl?” Armin shrugged. “It would make sense. If he’s been raised by gorillas, then his instincts would be based on their social structure. And for many primates, protecting a mate is instinctual.” Floch made a disgusted noise. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever—” He paused, glancing at Eren, who was still staring in the direction you had gone. “…Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Unaware of the conversation taking place back at camp, you found a quiet spot behind a thick tree, set down your lantern, and took a moment to relieve yourself. The jungle air was heavy and humid, with the distant sounds of birds and insects creating a constant backdrop around you. As you finished and adjusted your clothing, a strange tingling sensation crept up your spine, as if someone were watching you. You turned quickly, scanning the dense foliage, but the jungle appeared as still as ever.

Then, you spotted him. Sitting on a rock just a few feet away, Eren had his elbows resting on his knees, observing you in silence. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Eren?!” He didn’t respond to your surprise, merely tilting his head, his green eyes fixed on you. You stepped forward, narrowing your gaze at him. “Were you… following me?” Still, he remained silent. His expression was calm, as if this was completely normal. You huffed and brushed past him. “I can find my way back to camp, you know. I remember the path.” Eren didn’t budge from his spot. He simply continued to watch as you moved back toward the lantern.

Confused by his presence, you shook your head and started back to the camp, muttering under your breath. You had barely taken a few steps when you heard rustling behind you. He was following you. You turned around, catching a glimpse of him gliding effortlessly through the jungle, always a few paces behind. “Eren,” you sighed, feeling exasperated. “I don’t need help getting back.” Once more, he didn’t reply. You frowned. He didn’t seem to be trying to lead you, nor did he attempt to engage beyond staying close. His movements were casual yet deliberate, as if he were keeping watch. A thought crossed your mind. “…You’re not… protecting me, are you?”

Eren blinked, his brows furrowing slightly as if the question itself was strange. But he still didn’t respond. You sighed, shaking your head as you continued walking. “I don’t need protection from the trees, you know.” Still, Eren trailed behind, his silent presence feeling odd yet somehow reassuring. Armin looked up from his notebook back at camp, spotting you first.

“You took a while—” He paused, his gaze shifting behind you. “Oh.” Floch followed Armin’s line of sight, then groaned. “You’re kidding me.” “What?” you asked, confused. Floch crossed his arms, shooting Eren a look. “Monkey boy actually followed you?” You blinked, glancing at Eren before looking back at Floch. “I—well, I didn’t notice him until I was done, but… I think so?” Floch scoffed. “Yeah, that’s not weird at all.” Armin, on the other hand, was already scribbling notes.

“Actually… that confirms my theory. He sees her as part of his troop.” Floch rolled his eyes. “God, Armin, stop making it weird.” Armin ignored him, looking at you instead. “Did he do anything aggressive? Try to stop you?” You shook your head. “No. He just… sat there. And then followed me back.” Armin hummed, clearly fascinated. “I think he just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Despite his earlier irritation, Floch stole a glance at Eren and muttered, “Huh. So monkey boy’s a guard dog now.” You turned back to Eren, who had settled near the fire, still watching you. Whatever his reasons, one thing was clear. Eren wasn’t just observing anymore. He was staying close.

Eren’s newfound attachment didn’t go unnoticed. Before the sun had even fully risen, he would slip away from his family each morning and disappear into the jungle. Carla had begun to notice his absences, her worry growing each day.

Mikasa had also sensed a change in him. He seemed more distracted, more restless. His attention was no longer on the jungle or the life he had always known; it was focused on something or rather, someone else. And he kept that secret well. With each stolen moment and every interaction, Eren found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn’t fully comprehend. He had never encountered anyone like you, never met someone who evoked this pull, this instinct that transcended mere survival and simple curiosity.

It was more than just fascination.

It was longing.

Yet, despite his growing feelings, there was one thing he was determined not to do. He would not lead you or the others to the gorilla nest. If Grisha ever laid eyes on you, Eren wasn’t sure what might happen. For the first time in his life, he felt fear.

A gentle nudge at your shoulder roused you from your sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness of the tent, and you found Eren crouched beside you, his green eyes softly glowing in the moonlight. “Eren?” you murmured groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. He didn’t respond verbally; instead, he reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against your wrist, silently urging you to follow.

You glanced around the dimly lit camp. Armin and Floch were still fast asleep, their steady breathing filling the space. The jungle beyond was alive with the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional hoot of an owl. Carefully, you slipped out from under the thin blanket, shivering slightly as the cool night air met your skin. You quickly pulled on a white singlet and a brown skirt before stepping outside.

The moment your feet touched the damp earth, Eren crouched lower, motioning for you to climb onto his back. You hesitated for a moment, but his silent insistence left no room for refusal. With a small huff, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him lift you effortlessly. His warmth seeped through the fabric of your clothes as he carried you deeper into the jungle.

Eren climbed the trees, his bare feet pressing into the rough bark as he climbed higher and higher. When he finally stopped, you gasped.

The view was breathtaking.

The jungle stretched endlessly below, bathed in the silver moonlight. The stars were dazzling, clearer than you had ever seen them before, scattered across the sky like endless constellations.

You felt Eren watching you. When you turned to him, you found a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. It was the kind of smile that told you he was happy simply because you were happy.

Then, breaking the silence, Eren pointed toward a thick vine hanging nearby. “Swing.”

Your brows furrowed. “Swing?”

“Swing?” He nodded and stepped forward. He grabbed the vine with practised ease and launched himself into the air. He glided effortlessly from one vine to another. The wind tousled his hair, and he appeared almost divine in the moonlight. When he landed back beside you, he looked at you expectantly.

“You try.” You swallowed, feeling a wave of nerves. “Eren, I don’t know if—” He tilted his head slightly, as if he couldn’t grasp your hesitation. Then, sensing your unease, he simply nodded toward the vines. You bit your lip. A part of you hesitated, but another part, the one that had begun to trust him, that part that felt free in his presence urged you to take the leap.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the vine and pushed off. For a moment, your heart raced in your throat. The wind rushed past your ears, and your body felt weightless as you swung through the trees. Then you landed on solid ground, your feet finding a sturdy branch beside Eren, and laughter bubbled up from your chest.

“That was… fun,” you gasped, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Eren’s lips curled into a smile, amused by your excitement. Seeing you smile, seeing you enjoy something he had cherished his whole life, filled him with warmth. But he wasn’t finished yet. This time, he brought over two longer vines, their ends disappearing into the darkness below. You eyed them warily, shaking your head. “Eren, that’s too far.” Eren stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on your arm. “Together.” You blinked.

He raised his fingers, counting slowly, “One… two… three.” Just like you had taught him. Before you could think too much about it, the two of you jumped into the air. The rush was incredible. You laughed as you swung, and to your surprise, Eren was laughing too. He moved effortlessly around you, playfully weaving through the vines. In the midst of it all, your vines drifted closer, twisting slightly. And suddenly, he was right in front of you. Eren stopped laughing.

Time seemed to slow as he looked at you, his deep green eyes taking in every detail. He had always watched you with curiosity and fascination, but this felt different. His expression was softer now, more intense. His gaze traced your features, admiration shining in his eyes as he absorbed how the moonlight illuminated your melanated skin, making it glow against the night. You felt warmth spread across your skin under his gaze.

Overwhelmed, you turned your head slightly, breaking the connection. But Eren wasn’t finished looking at you. His rough fingers gently tilted your chin back toward him, urging you to meet his gaze again. His other hand rested on the small of your back, steadying you mid-air. His touch was warm. Your heart raced. Slowly, you let go of the vine and wrapped your arms around his neck instead.

The moment your fingers brushed the nape of his neck, his grip on you tightened just a bit. His body was firm and strong, yet he held you gently. Your eyes met again, and for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel so alone. Your gaze flickered downward, lingering on his lips. They were slightly parted, his breath warm against your skin. You found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

Before you could delve deeper into that thought, the vines began to slow down. Eren adjusted his grip on you as he landed gracefully on a sturdy tree branch. You stumbled a bit, but he was right there, steadying you effortlessly. You let out a breathless laugh, leaning your back against the trunk of the tree.

“That was… incredible.” Eren sat down across from you, legs crossed. “Happy?” You smiled. “Very.” His lips curled into a slight smile. “Good.” A comfortable silence enveloped you both as you reached out simultaneously. Your hands brushed together just like the first time you met. The warmth of his palm against yours sent a delightful flutter through your chest. You were certain your face was flushed, but when you looked up, you could have sworn you saw a faint blush on his cheeks as well.

Then, in a surprising move, he leaned in and kissed your hand. Your gasp made him pause, and he looked at you nervousnessly, worried he had overstepped. You could sense that your reaction had thrown him off a bit. Eren apologized, but you silenced him with a gentle kiss. You pulled back to gauge his reaction. He raised his hand to your face, his thumb brushing over your lips. You sat there, in awe of both his actions and your own.

Searching Eren’s face for his thoughts, you found only a soft smile and warm green eyes. He began to caress your face with his fingers. Eren feared that you might pull away and leave him if he pressed too hard. He wanted you to stay with him forever. Your faces were now just inches apart. Eren felt a strange sensation beneath his loincloth. He held your cheek in one hand, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. You took a deep breath, grasped his wrist, and placed your other hand on Eren’s neck, closing the distance between you. As your lips met, the desire to be closer intensified.

You began to nip at Eren’s underlip, signalling to him to open his mouth. Slipping your tongue in once his lips parted. As the kiss grew more heated, Eren gripped tightly at your waist with one hand and played with your hair with another while you pressed your hands at his muscled chest.

You felt your arousal pool from below, and Eren felt his dick rise. You both pulled away for air as you stared at each other in shock at what you had just experienced. A string of salvia connected you to him. Eren wanted more, and this time he was the one who pulled you into a kiss. Your arousal was distracting, and you needed relief, so you removed your skirt and your undergarment soaked in your juices.

Eren was taken aback by your actions, but he wanted to see more of you. He slowly lifted your tank top of you, exposing your breasts. Eren studied your body, he had never seen anything so beautiful. He wanted to touch but hesitated, you could tell. You gently take his hand and guide them to your left breast. Eren was mesmerised and their softness. He was nibbling and playing with your nipples.

Your sweet moans were pleasing for him to hear, he wanted to hear more, feel more. Eren looked at you, he wanted you to show him how to please you more. You understood and guided his head to your breast to invite him to have a taste. Eren took the invite and sucked on your right nipple while massaging your left one. You arch your back to make him suck more, and h,e in response, sucks harder, causing you to moan higher, which boosts his confidence. Eren releases your nipple with a pop and rises up to kiss you.

The kiss was sloppy and needy, your hands reached up to his cheeks to cup them as he licked your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth and let his tongue fill both your mouths with a mixture of soft moans and salvia. You reach down and rub your clit. This doesn't go unnoticed by Eren, and he spreads your legs to have a look. He had a full view over your dripping cun,t which built up salvia in his mouth. Eren was curious, could he taste that too? Without a second thought, he dived in.

His face was buried against your cunt. He licks a strip up, parting your lips with his tongue. You buck your hips, moaning at the feeling of a knot form in your lower stomach. You hear him groan and then, his mouth was all over your cunt, lapping up all your juices. His teeth grace your bundle of nerves, nipping gently but hard enough to make you cry out. His mouth got even more eager. “Eren” you gasped, you felt yourself getting closer. “Say my name again” Eren ordered. His tongue laps at your clit and slides through your lips. He pulls out, places a kiss on your cunt and steps back.

He watches you panting for a moment, your chest rising and falling, his mouth was covered with your juices. You rise up and kiss him gently before you straddled him. Eren looks down as you removed his loincloth, freeing his arching cock. You ran his head, through your soaking folds before lining it up your entrance. It burned as you sank down on him was pleasurable and not too painful. Eren groaned, already losing himself in the feeling of your cunt. His large hands gripped your ass, helping you lower until he was fully seated inside.

You hissed at the stretch. You kissed him passionately as you slowly started to roll your hips. You made love slowly, your hands keeping purchase on his chest. Eren´s eyes were screwed shut, his grip on you never loosened. He whispered in your ear in between guttural moans. You smile to yourself as you are loving the view of him losing himself beneath you. You clench your walls as you both are reaching your highs. The noises the two of you made were raw, and animalistic as you chased your highs. You slam yourself down onto him, shattering the wall and holding back your orgasms. He lifts up his upper body to hug your sweating body. Your legs are burning and your lungs are burning as you are catching your breath. You laid down on his chest, feeling him playing with your braids before drifting away.

Eren carried you back to your tent with careful steps, his arms securely wrapped around you. The warm night air was filled with the rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the jungle. He glanced down at your sleeping form, his sharp green eyes softening at the small, contented sounds you made. A smile crept onto his face. You were so different from him, yet in this moment, you felt closer than anything he’d ever known.

Once he laid you gently on your bedding, he lingered for a moment, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. The peacefulness of your face and the warmth of your skin made his chest tighten. With a final glance, he turned and slipped away, disappearing into the shadows of the jungle.

On his way back, he caught the faint scent of familiar figures. Before he could react, Mikasa and Jean emerged from the thick foliage. Mikasa's piercing gaze locked onto him immediately. "So, this is why you've been gone?" she asked. Eren rolled his shoulders back. "It’s not just her. I wanted to understand humans. To understand myself." Mikasa tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes scanning him. "Is that all?" Her gaze flickered downward, noticing a small scratch along his collarbone, which was enough for her to piece it together. A slow realization dawned on her face.

"Eren… you mated with her, didn’t you?" Jean exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. "Shit. You’re serious?" He crossed his arms, looking Eren up and down. "You really think that means she’s gonna stay?" Eren’s brows furrowed. "Of course. She’s mine now. You don’t leave your mate, do you?" Mikasa let out a quiet sigh, her expression softening just slightly. "Eren… humans aren’t like us. You can’t be certain she won’t go back to her own kind." For the first time, doubt flickered across Eren’s face. He didn’t want to believe it. You wouldn’t leave, would you? Not after what you shared. Not after the way you looked at him.

Jean, sensing Eren’s frustration, spoke up again, though his tone was softer this time. "Look, man. I understand. You’ve been isolated, caught between two worlds. But if you want her to stay, you need to grasp how humans express love." Eren’s thoughts raced. Then, an image came to mind, the book. The one you had shown him. A love story. He recalled how you lit up when you explained the idea of human affection.

"I need that book," he murmured. Jean looked at him, confused. "What book?" "She showed me a story. A human love story. I need to understand it." Mikasa hesitated for a moment, but ultimately nodded. She had always been by Eren’s side, and this time was no exception. The three of them moved quietly through the campsite, careful not to disturb anyone. They searched through the books, whispering, until a sleepy Armin stumbled out of his tent, still groggy from a late-night trip to the bathroom.

"What... are you guys doing?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Eren tensed, then let out a breath. "Looking for a book." Armin blinked at him, still half-asleep. Without hesitation, he turned, grabbed the exact book Eren was thinking of, and handed it to him before shuffling back to bed, not even noticing Jean or Mikasa. Once they were in a secluded clearing, they flipped through the pages under the soft glow of the moon. The illustrations depicted a man giving a woman flowers, a gift, followed by a kiss.

The next pages showed them united in some kind of ceremony, surrounded by others, and eventually, a family. Jean squinted at the images. "Wait… so humans don’t just mate? They do all this first?" Eren focused on the book, taking in every detail. "This is how they bond with their mates." Mikasa crossed her arms. "Then give her flowers. Ask her to stay." Eren traced the drawing of the man offering the woman a gift. His mind was made up. He would claim you as his, just like humans do.

A gentle breeze wafted through the fabric of your tent, causing the thin material to flutter slightly. The warmth against your bare skin gradually pulled you from the depths of slumber. Your fingers curled around the sheets as you stirred, and then your eyes flew open. Something felt… off.

As you blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the tent, you slowly became aware of the cool air brushing against your skin. Your heart raced. You shifted beneath the sheets, and the realization crashed over you like a wave. You were naked. Your breath caught as you sat up suddenly, clutching the blanket to your chest. Scanning the tent, your eyes landed on the crumpled heap of your clothes scattered on the floor.

The memories of the previous night flooded back in vivid detail. Eren, the jungle, the way his hands had caressed your skin, how his lips had moved against yours, how he had held you as if you were something precious. Heat rushed to your cheeks. Had it all been a dream? A wild fantasy born from your desires? But no, your body still felt the lingering warmth of his touch, the ache where he had pressed against you.

It had been real. Every moment. Every whispered breath. A heavy weight settled in your chest. You were leaving soon. The expedition wasn’t meant to last forever. England was waiting on you, along with civilisation and your old life. The jungle was never intended to be permanent. Yet, the thought of leaving now felt… wrong.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the way your heart twisted at the idea of walking away from Eren. This was a mistake. It had to be. You couldn’t belong to him, not in the way he seemed to think you did. But even as you told yourself that, your fingers trembled as they brushed over your lips, recalling how he had kissed you as if you were his entire world. And maybe, just maybe, a part of you had wanted to be.

Days passed in a blur, each one heavy with the weight of the inevitable departure that loomed over you. The jungle, once alive with the sounds of birds and rustling leaves, now felt eerily silent, as if it, too, was holding its breath for what was to come. Then, the ship arrived. Its towering sails stood out sharply against the horizon, a stark reminder of the world you had once known. The crew moved quickly, loading crates and supplies onto the deck, preparing for the long journey back to England. You stood on the shore, fists clenched at your sides, watching as your time in Africa slipped away, piece by piece.

"You don’t understand," you pleaded with Captain Levi. "We need more time!" The captain merely shot you an unimpressed glance before turning his attention back to the crew. "We set sail at dawn," he replied flatly, crossing his arms. "I’m not delaying for a bunch of wide-eyed explorers playing jungle." Floch exhaled sharply beside you, his frustration boiling over. "This is your fault," he snapped, turning to face you.

"You were too busy playing teacher to that wild man instead of focusing on what really mattered!" Your expression darkened as you glared at him. "Don’t pretend I didn’t want to find the gorillas just as much as you did," you retorted. "We both came here seeking answers. And now, we’re leaving with nothing." But before another argument could spark, the sound of movement from the jungle caught your attention.

Eren stepped forward. His green eyes locked onto yours, and without hesitation, he lifted his hands, offering you a bundle of flowers. "Stay," he said simply, his voice thick with emotion. Your breath caught in your throat. Behind you, Floch muttered something under his breath, but you barely registered it. Your entire world had narrowed to this moment, to the way Eren stood before you. You could see the hope and desperation reflected in his eyes.

You swallowed hard, your hands trembling as you gently took the flowers from his grasp. "Eren…"

"Come with me," he urged, his voice low but insistent. "Be with me. Here." Your chest ached. And yet, you couldn’t. The weight of responsibility, of reality, pressed down on you. Your time here was over. No matter how much you longed for more, you had to leave. Your fingers curled around the flowers, but your feet stepped back. "Come with me," you whispered instead, your voice breaking.

"Come to London." Eren’s brows furrowed, his expression twisted. "No," he said, shaking his head. "This is my home. You stay." Tears burned in your eyes. You turned and ran. The jungle blurred around you, but you didn’t stop. Not when your heart begged you to turn back. Not when the sound of your name being called behind you made your steps falter. Eren wanted you to stay. You wanted him to come with you. But in the end, neither of you could give the other what they wanted. And it was tearing you apart.

Floch had been watching you closely, his sharp eyes never missing the way Eren lingered near you, the way he softened in your presence. He saw it for what it was an opportunity. Eren was powerful, but naïve. And if he truly believed you would stay, he’d do anything to make it happen. So Floch made his move.

"You don’t want her to leave, do you?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual. Eren stiffened, his green eyes narrowing. Floch smirked. "Listen," he continued smoothly, "Y/N came all this way looking for the gorillas, right? She’s been searching for them since she got here. If she finds them and finally gets what she came for, maybe she’ll realise this is where she belongs. With you." Eren, trusting Floch, clenched his jaw and nodded. "I’ll show her." Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the jungle. Floch’s smirk widened before he ran to gather both you and Armin.

It was almost too easy.

Navigating through the dense jungle, Eren moved with the precision of a predator, leading you, Armin, and Floch along paths that seemed to exist only in his mind. He wasn’t reckless; he understood that if he took you directly into the heart of the gorilla troop’s territory, Grisha would intervene. So, he crafted a plan. He drew Grisha away, keeping the powerful leader occupied while he guided you deeper into the jungle. And then, you saw them. A hidden valley, pristine and alive with creatures that had only existed in your imagination until that moment.

Gorillas.

They were enormous, larger than any you had ever read about, yet they moved with an unexpected gentleness. Some lounged beneath the trees, while others played in the river, their deep, rumbling calls resonating through the clearing. Your breath caught in your throat. "We… actually found them," you whispered in awe.

Armin stepped forward "This is incredible…" Floch, however, had other intentions. He quietly pulled a notebook from his coat, sketching rough outlines of the valley, mapping the land while you were too captivated to notice. But Eren wasn’t focused on the gorillas.

He was watching you.

"You understand now?" he asked. You turned to him, puzzled. "Understand what?" He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "That this is where you belong." Your heart raced. Before you could find the words to reply, Eren made deep, rhythmic grunts mixed with chest beats. It took a moment for you to grasp what he was doing. Your breath caught again. "What… what did you just say?" Eren's gaze was locked onto your warm brown eyes. "That you will stay with me."

The world around you seemed to freeze. But before you could even process his words, a low, threatening growl shattered the moment. The gorillas stirred, shifting uneasily. Some backed away, while others tensed, muscles coiled in anticipation. And then, through the trees, a massive figure emerged. Grisha.

And he was furious.

Grisha’s roar reverberated through the ground beneath your feet. He moved with a terrifying swiftness, his massive figure slicing through the clearing in an instant. Eren barely had time to react before the gorilla leader lunged. Jean and Mikasa stepped forward, muscles taut, ready to step in. "Stay back," Eren warned, his body coiled like a spring. Grisha’s presence was overwhelming, his towering form exuding pure dominance.

His gaze flickered between you, Armin, and Floch before settling on Eren. "You brought them here?" Grisha’s voice was deep and guttural, filled with restrained fury. Eren squared his shoulders. "I had to." The elder gorilla let out a low snarl.

"You have betrayed your own kind." Eren’s fists clenched, but before he could respond, Floch boldly stepped forward. "We were always going to find you," he said smoothly. "If not now, then soon enough." Grisha’s eyes darkened, nostrils flaring. "You think you can manipulate my people, human?" Floch smirked. "I don’t think. I know." It happened too quickly to react. Grisha lunged not at Eren, but at Floch.

The red-haired man barely dodged, stumbling back as the ground shook beneath Grisha’s sheer force. "Enough!" Eren’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. Grisha hesitated for a split second, muscles twitching. "You don’t understand," Eren said, his voice steadier now.

"I wanted them to see. I wanted her to see." He turned to you, desperation etched on his face. "Tell him. Tell him you belong here." You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Because you didn’t know the answer. And that moment of hesitation… It shattered something in Eren.

Grisha’s eyes softened just a bit. "You see, my son? They will always choose their own." Eren’s jaw tightened. His hands trembled. He didn’t look at you. And for the first time since meeting him, you saw something in his eyes that had never been there before. Sorrow.

Behind you, two of Floch’s men rushed into the clearing, weapons at the ready. The atmosphere shifted, charged with tension. Eren barely had a moment to react before he was locked in a struggle with the massive gorilla, trying to restrain him. "Go!" he yelled over his shoulder. "Run!" You hesitated. "Eren—"

"GO!" Armin seized your wrist, pulling you away as Floch dashed ahead. The jungle blurred around you, Grisha’s roars echoing in the distance. The ground shook beneath them as Grisha roared in fury, fighting against Eren’s hold, but for once, the younger was stronger. Panting heavily, Eren met his father’s gaze. His chest felt heavy, not from the struggle, but from the weight of what he knew was inevitable.

"You are no son of mine," Grisha spat. Those words struck deeper than any physical blow. Eren’s grip wavered just enough for Grisha to shove him away, but the fight was already lost. The elder gorilla stood tall, shaking off the dirt, and turned his back on Eren without a word. Something inside Eren shattered. Mikasa observed in silence, her usual stoic demeanor tinged with a hint of pity. Eren didn’t glance at her. Without another word, he walked away, leaving behind everything he had ever known.

The camp was still when you, Armin, and Floch returned. The night was thick with the scent of damp earth, the distant sounds of the jungle still murmuring through the trees. Despite the safety of the campfires and the familiarity of the tents, a heavy weight settled in your chest. Grisha’s words echoed in your mind. "You see, my son? They will always choose their own." Eren hadn’t come back with you. He had stayed behind, alone in the place that had once felt like home, but now it was different. He had nowhere to go. No one. But he returned. Long after the others had settled in, long after the fires had dimmed, he appeared. His steps were slow, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were searching for one thing.

You.

Your breath caught, guilt twisting in your stomach. He looked so lost.

Floch noticed him before you did. He straightened up from checking supplies, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, hell no," he muttered, stepping forward. "Jungle boy, you need to—"

"It’s fine." The words slipped out before you could think twice. Floch hesitated, his eyebrows knitting together in irritation. "Excuse me?" You met his glare without flinching. "I said it’s fine." Floch scoffed. "Oh, I see. Now you're inviting him into your tent?" He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Unbelievable."

Before he could say anything else, Armin, ever the voice of reason, spoke up. "Actually, Floch," he said smoothly, "this could be beneficial for research purposes. We've been documenting Eren’s behavior extensively, and first-hand observation is crucial to understanding—"

Floch rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever." He shot you one last look before stomping off toward his own tent, grumbling under his breath.

You sighed, turning back toward your tent only to find Eren still standing there, hesitant.

You nodded toward the entrance. "Come on."

Eren followed silently.

Inside, the space was small, barely enough room for the two of you, but Eren didn’t seem to care. His gaze flickered across your things your maps, your books, your clothes folded neatly in the corner but in the end, he only looked at you.

You sat on the cot, shifting slightly to make room.

Eren hesitated for only a moment before climbing in beside you.

The second he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around you. His grip was tight, desperate, like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. His face burrowed into the corner of your neck, warm breath fanning against your skin.

Your fingers moved instinctively, brushing through the tangled strands of his hair, tucking a few loose ones behind his ear.

For a while, there was only silence.

Then, softly, you asked, "Back in the jungle… when you told the others I was staying… what did you mean?"

Eren stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away.

"I thought…" His voice was low, muffled against your skin. "I thought if you saw them...really saw them, you wouldn’t leave."

Your chest tightened.

"You wouldn’t leave me."

His fingers clenched slightly at the fabric of your shirt. "I couldn’t—" He swallowed. "I can’t be alone again."

Your breath caught.

Because you understood.

You had known loneliness, too. The kind that swallowed you whole, the kind that made the world feel too quiet, too empty. You had lost your family once. You knew what it was like to wake up and have no one left.

You leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, and then on his soft lips. Eren was on his way to remove your nightgown, but you told him that he couldn’t, as you need to be discreet. You didn’t want Armin, especially Floch, to know about your secret affair. Eren nods, but you tell him that he can remove your panties. Eren eagerly takes off your panties as he yearned to be close to you again.

You kissed him again, this time softer than the first time. He remembered how you touched yourself earlier, so he mimicked those movements. Drawing circles on your clit with his rough hands. You moaned in his mouth as you reached your high.

Eren removed his loincloth, and you stroked him with your cum making him ready for you. He lined himself between your legs, running the head through your soaking folds before lining up with your entrance. The burn as he sank down was pleasurable with just the right amount of pain. Eren groaned, losing himself in the feeling of your tight walls. He leans downwards to lay his forehead on yours. You nodded, giving him the green light he wanted. He kissed you passionately as he thrust inside with slow but passionate movements. He sets a faster pace, cock buried inside to the hilt every time he pushes back in. You cross your legs behind his back, pulling him in as deep as possible while his cock twitches inside you, filling you with his seed. He pulls out, falling exhausted onto the bed next to you, holding you.

You placed a hand over his, squeezing gently. "The London offer is still up," you whispered.

Eren said nothing. He only held you tight.

The morning mist hung low over the jungle as you stood at the edge of the dock, staring at the massive ship that would take you back to London. The sounds of the waking jungle mixed with the distant chatter of the ship’s crew loading supplies.

Eren stood beside you, clad in a dark suit that Armin had borrowed him. His green eyes no longer held their usual fire.

You touched his arm gently. "You’ll see the world, Eren. Kings, scientists, and famous writers will all want to meet you. You’re going to change everything."

But he only looked at you with a small, tired smile."I don’t care about any of that," he murmured. "I just want to be with you."

Your heart ached at his words, but the ship’s horn sounded before you could respond, signalling your departure.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped onto the gangplank, with Eren following close behind.

And then the chaos started.

Before you could even process what was happening, hands grabbed you, yanking you backwards. You gasped, struggling against the grip of unfamiliar men as they forced you toward the ship’s cargo hold.

"Eren!" you cried, thrashing against the captors.

Armin was already being dragged away, his shouts drowned out by the commotion. Crew members fought back, but they were outnumbered. Captain Levi was locked in a scuffle with one of the attackers, his blade flashing before he was struck from behind and forced to his knees.

Eren snarled, instinct taking over as he dodged the first attack, shoving one of the thugs aside with brute strength. He moved like a predator, fists swinging with unrelenting fury until the barrel of a gun was pressed to his temple.

The scuffle stopped.

The unmistakable sound of a rifle cocking cut through the air.

Eren turned his head slightly, breath heavy, eyes still burning with resistance until he saw who was holding the gun.

Floch.

For a brief second, relief flickered across Eren’s face. "Floch," he panted, straightening. "Help me. These men—"

But Floch just smiled.

Not a reassuring smile. Not the smirk of someone amused.

A cruel smile.

And in that instant, Eren knew.

His entire body went rigid.

"Floch…?"

The red-haired man’s smirk widened. "Oh, Eren," he said, almost mockingly. "You still don’t get it, do you?"

Eren barely had time to react before Floch swung his rifle, slamming the handle hard into his chest.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he stumbled backward, coughing, vision swimming.

"You—" Eren wheezed, eyes burning with rage and betrayal.

Floch stepped closer, slightly lowering his rifle, tilting his head in mock sympathy. "You actually thought I was trying to help you?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, Eren. I was helping myself."

Eren’s fists clenched, his entire body trembling. "Why?"

Floch’s smile turned razor-sharp. "Simple. Money." He lifted his rifle, resting it casually against his shoulder. "Three hundred pounds. Per gorilla."

Eren’s stomach twisted.

"You…You used me."

Floch feigned surprise. "Did I? Or did you just let me?" His voice dripped with mockery. "After all, you were the one who led us right to them. I just… took advantage of the situation."

Eren lunged, but the thugs grabbed him before he could even take a step.

Floch sighed, shaking his head. "Tsk, tsk. Can’t have you ruining my plans now, can we?" He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. "You were never meant to leave this jungle, Eren. You belong in a cage."

Eren thrashed, but the men held him firm.

"Lock him up with the others," Floch ordered, his voice cold. "We have gorillas to catch."

And just like that, Eren was dragged away, his vision blurring as betrayal sank its claws deep into his chest.

You watched, helpless, as Floch and his men climbed into small boats, their cages ready, their destination set.

Straight to the gorilla’s nests.

And there was nothing you could do to stop it.

The thugs worked swiftly under the cover of night, their torches casting eerie shadows over the jungle as they raided the nests. The gorillas’ cries echoed deep, guttural roars of defiance and fear through the trees. Nets were thrown, ropes tightened, and iron cages slammed shut, trapping the massive creatures one by one. The younger gorillas screeched in terror as they were yanked from their mothers and shoved into burlap sacks, their tiny fists beating helplessly against the rough fabric.

Grisha fought harder than any of them. With a furious bellow, he broke free from one net, his powerful arms sending men flying like ragdolls. He ripped through another trap, his fangs glinting in the firelight. For a moment, it looked like he might turn the tide until a rifle butt cracked against his skull.

Grisha staggered, momentarily dazed. That was all the hunters needed. Thick chains were thrown over his shoulders, yanked tight around his throat and arms, dragging him to the ground.

Floch stepped forward, dusting off his coat. He loomed over the defeated leader, tilting his head as if considering his next move. A slow, satisfied smirk crept onto his face.

"Well, well… the great king of the jungle, brought to his knees." He let out a mocking chuckle, pressing his boot against Grisha’s arm to keep him pinned. "Not so powerful now, are you?"

Grisha let out a low, rumbling growl, his breath heavy with rage.

Floch hummed thoughtfully, raising his rifle. "You know, I should’ve done this from the start. Would’ve saved me a lot of trouble."

He cocked the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger.

And then.

"FLOCH!"

Heads snapped toward the sound.

A blur of motion. A shadow moving against the firelight.

And then, suddenly, an eruption of chaos.

Mikasa and Jean struck first, emerging from the underbrush like wraiths. Jean punched his fist into a thug’s stomach, sending him crumpling to the ground. With the deadly precision of a predator, Mikasa slashed through the ropes binding one of the larger gorillas with her claws.

Then came Eren.

Freed from captivity, his body moved on pure instinct. His bare feet barely touched the earth as he launched himself forward, a wild force of nature. Before the thugs could react, he crashed into one of them, knocking the man’s rifle away before slamming him into the dirt.

Panic erupted in the camp. The hunters scrambled, some drawing weapons, others too terrified to react.

The gorillas, sensing their chance, fought back. Carla, the troop’s matriarch, let out a deafening roar before swinging her powerful arms, knocking two men into the very cages meant for her kind. The rest of the troop followed suit, tearing through nets, flipping cages, and sending Floch’s well-laid plans crumbling around him.

Floch cursed under his breath, ducking behind a supply crate as the camp descended into madness. His men were losing. The gorillas were free. And worst of all.

Eren was coming for him.

His green eyes burned with rage, his breath heavy, chest rising and falling like that of an enraged beast. His gaze locked onto Floch, his muscles tensed, coiled, ready to strike.

Floch barely had time to react before Eren lunged.

From the shadows of the undergrowth, a gunshot rang out. The bullet barely missed its mark, grazing Eren’s right arm. He hissed at the sharp sting but didn't falter.

A second shot followed, this one aimed at Grisha.

The older man had no time to react before the bullet tore through him. He staggered, his face twisting in pain, but even then, he didn’t fall. With a final burst of strength, Grisha charged at Floch, his eyes blazing with unshaken resolve.

Floch sneered and stepped back, raising his rifle again. Another shot.

This time, Grisha collapsed.

You barely had a second to process it before a brutal force slammed into you. Floch swung the butt of his rifle against your ribs, knocking the breath from your lungs. The world spun, and before you could recover, darkness crept in at the edges of your vision.

Floch barely spared you a glance as he turned back to Eren.

The battle moved to the treetops, the jungle alive with the sounds of their fight. Fists and words collided, civilization against nature, arrogance against instinct. Floch fought like a man who refused to lose, but Eren fought like something greater.

A well-timed strike sent Floch stumbling. His fingers fumbled for his rifle only for Eren to knock it away. The weapon slipped from Floch’s grasp and fell into Eren’s hands.

For a moment, everything stilled.

Floch smirked despite his predicament, looking down the barrel of his own gun. "Go on," he taunted, voice dripping with contempt. "Pull the trigger. Be a man."

Eren’s fingers tightened around the grip. His breath was heavy, his heart pounding.

One pull of the trigger. One shot. It would be so easy.

But then, Eren’s eyes darkened not with rage, but with something steadier. He pressed the muzzle against Floch’s neck, his expression unreadable.

And then.

A deafening BOOM.

Floch flinched violently, his entire body tensing. But there was no bullet. No pain.

Eren had mimicked the sound of a gunshot.

His gaze bore into Floch’s, his voice cold and unwavering. "I’m not like you."

Without hesitation, he shattered the rifle, slamming it against a thick tree branch. The weapon broke apart, its remains tumbling to the jungle floor.

Floch’s smirk vanished. His face twisted in rage, his body trembling with frustration. A furious roar ripped from his throat as he tore a machete from his belt.

"You animal—!" he bellowed, lunging at Eren.

Eren dodged back, nimbly avoiding the wild swings. Floch’s attacks were erratic, driven by pure hatred. But in his blind rage, he failed to notice the vines coiling around his legs.

One misstep. That’s all it took.

His foot snagged on the tangled mass of vines, and before he could regain his balance, the jungle itself seemed to fight back. The more he struggled, the tighter the vines became.

"Stop," Eren warned, breathless.

Floch ignored him, hacking at the vines, his desperation mounting. The final vine slipped like a noose around his throat.

Realization dawned too late.

The last vine snapped.

Floch’s body dropped like a stone then jerked to a sickening halt.

A strangled gurgle left his lips as his hands clawed at his throat, his wide eyes filled with horror. The jungle, in the end, had claimed him.

Lightning split the sky, casting eerie shadows against the trees. For a brief moment, the flickering light revealed the silhouette of Floch’s lifeless body swaying in the canopy.

Eren stood beneath him, breathing hard. He didn't celebrate. He didn’t even look at Floch’s corpse.

Armin and you watched in heavy silence as Grisha, weak and battered, turned to Eren one last time.

With fading strength, the elder gorilla placed a hand on Eren’s shoulder. His eyes, once filled with judgment, now held something softer.

"Lead them well."

And with that, Grisha collapsed. His final breath lost to the jungle.

The morning was golden, the sun stretching its fingers over the treetops as if reluctant to let go of the night. The river was calm, reflecting the sky like a sheet of glass.

You stood at the shore, your feet sinking slightly into the damp sand. The rowboat waited, Armin already seated inside, his hands resting patiently on the oars.

Eren stood a few feet away, silent, holding the small band you had once used to tie his hair into a man-bun. His fingers turned it over gently, reverently, as if it were the most precious thing he had ever been given.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a smile. "Goodbye, Eren."

His eyes flickered, but he said nothing.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the boat. The wooden planks creaked beneath you as you sat beside Armin. The current caught the boat immediately, pulling it gently away from the shore.

Eren didn’t move. He just stood there, watching you drift further and further away.

For the first few moments, you said nothing, staring down at your hands in your lap, willing your heart to be still.

Then, Armin spoke.

"You should stay."

Your head snapped up. "What?"

"You should stay," he repeated, his voice calm, certain. "You love him."

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come.

"I belong in England," you said finally, though the words felt hollow even as you spoke them. "With you. With Avery and Hitch and Sasha and—"

"We can visit," Armin interrupted gently. "It’s not the end."

Your chest tightened.

He studied you for a long moment, then sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. "You know… I can’t remember the last time I saw you like this. Happy. Free."

You blinked at him, startled.

He glanced toward Eren, who still stood at the shore, unmoving. "Since your parents died… it’s like a part of you shut down. You’ve been surviving, not living." His voice softened. "But here? With him? You’re alive again. You laugh, you smile, you run. I’ve never seen you this energetic since we were kids."

You swallowed hard, something breaking inside you.

"I don’t want you to leave and regret it," Armin murmured. "Not when you've finally found where you belong."

Your fingers curled into your palms.

"But I-I I can’t get my hair braided here?" you tried weakly. Armin rolled his eyes. "You should embrace your natural hair more anyway." You exhaled sharply, feeling the final walls of your resolve crumble.

There was nothing left to argue.

There was nothing left to run from.

Eren was your home.

Your heart was already back on that shore.

So you followed it.

Without another thought, you stood, braced yourself and jumped.

The water hit you like a shock, but you didn’t stop. You surfaced, gasping, and swam hard for the shore. Behind you, Armin laughed before diving in as well. Eren, who had watched you go without a word, now stood frozen in place, eyes wide, disbelief written all over his face. You reached the shallows and didn’t hesitate, rushing forward, you tackled him.

The two of you tumbled into the surf, waves splashing around you as laughter bubbled from your chest. Eren stared at you, breathless, as if afraid to believe this was real.

In gorilla-speak, you whispered, "I will stay with you."

A sharp breath left him, his fingers tightening around your arms as if anchoring himself to this moment.

Then, he kissed you.

It was urgent, desperate, and full of everything that words could never say. His hands framed your face, pulling you closer, as if he could pour every ounce of his soul into you. And you kissed him back, pouring everything into him, the fear, the longing, the love.

The jungle had stolen your heart the day you arrived. But Eren… Eren had made it beat.

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milksnake-tea · 8 months ago

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hey all !! normally i wouldn't engage in something like this on my blog, but considering that it's happening to a friend of mine, i felt i had an obligation to speak out. sorry for clogging up the tags/interrupting your scrolling 😭

tldr: @/hxveneru has stolen the works of my good friend @lowkeyren not once, but twice and is deleting any comments calling them out.

edit: they've changed their user to @/yneri; if you've blocked them already, this doesn't really matter bc they're still blocked :) reminder to not engage with them, they're just looking for attention. block and ignore!

i know. fun stuff. proof is under the cut.

please note that i'm doing this of my own accord, and the only involvement ren has had in this post is me asking for permission to post it since, well, it's an issue mainly affecting her.

also i should say beforehand but. don't ??? send them death threats please 😭 we are better than that. i'm mainly making this to spread awareness about the issue :)

reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness.

first stolen work is ren's oneshot "drunk words, sober thoughts!" for aventurine here.

as you can see, it was posted on June 15th, a little over two months before hxveneru posted their own oneshot.

for reference. hxveneru is a new blog and all of their posts are in the month of september, proven here via their archive.

and here's the two oneshots side by side, with ren's on the left and the stolen one on the right.

notice how the oneshots are exactly word-for-word except for the title and synopsis? even the author's note is exactly the same. obviously i can't fit the whole thing here, but this should be enough.

honestly it's. i have to laugh at the audacity to just copy and paste like hello???

and here's the second work that was copied, with hxveneru's "diff scenarios w hsr men" taking from drabbles from two of ren's works.

these are the two fics that were stolen from, with their dates attached. both are posted far before september. links are here and here if you want to double check..

now let's look at the drabbles that were - once again, copy and pasted. first is blade's, again with ren on the left and the stolen one on the right (ren's is circled bc they didn't take the hcs part).

and here is the sunday drabble that was stolen.

so far, those are the only works posted on their blog. i was also informed that they had apparently stolen from @/exuvianen's post here but deleted it, but since said post is deleted, we don't have evidence for that so take it with a grain of salt.

but yeah! just wanted to let yall know out there, especially since the plagiarized works have already gained some traction and have 100+ notes on them. i've talked about them vaguely on my blog before, so if this sounds familiar, yeah this is them.

plagiarism is shitty, i shouldn't have to say that. it is not that hard to just write your own stuff. i know validation and publicity make you feel good, but stealing someone else's hard work is not the way to go. writers already have enough to deal with. just don't do it. what's the point of getting validation if it's not even your work?

again, don't send death threats, please. that's a bit far, and they likely won't even do anything since the plagiarizer has already been called out before and this was their response.

not a single ounce of remorse or shame. people have gotten way too comfortable on here.

also "who the hell is ren anyway" bestie you blocked her 😭😭 and ignored her ask to you. that's why ren can't dm her to sort it out privately btw, in case you were wondering.

anyways! that's all i have to say, thanks for sticking around this long and have a great rest of your day. hxveneru if you see this. hi ig ?? id say smth to you but i doubt you'd take it seriously so i won't <3

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cxcewg · 2 years ago

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two pretty best friends

pairing: charles leclerc x model!portuguese!brunette!reader type: social media au author’s note: i saw this reel of charles and pierre and i was like these two would be absolute simps for their girlfriends and i absolutely adore kika so... here we are. obviously i had to make osme changes to the timeline of kika and pierre's relationship reader is naturally brunette btw (she has highlights) which she clarifies (because uh i couldnt find consistent photos) nothing is factual 😘 warnings: badly translated portuguese (feel free to correct) masterlist

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requests are open (and encouraged) 😘- BUT charles/lando/oscar requests will receive priority for the moment being 😊(feel free to be a bit specific or as unspecific as you want, i just want a feel for what everyone wants me to write)

also send me recs in gen (obviously f1 fanfics are also accepted haha) cuz im a sucker for a good read

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starrihan · 11 days ago

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it's almost sunrise, can't sleep cuz I got hard thoughts about K probably having many kinks out of all the members 😔

It’s almost sunrise for me and I woke up cuz I was too hot, so let me answer this because I agree 😩

Hopefully I feed you enough thoughts to go dream about 🙏🏽

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I feel like because he’s the oldest, he’s has the most time to explore this side of him and what he enjoys.

But no one can ever argue with me that that man doesn’t have a corruption kink. That’s him through and through no one will ever change my mind. He also seems very possessive of what’s his so I think biting/ marking is also a big one for him.

I think a lot of the members would be into breeding but I think he enjoys it the most. The idea of getting to fill up his partner with his fluids, the fact that there could potentially be a little K running around in the future would jsut turn him in so much. Also watching it drip out of you I think would feed into his possessiveness.

I feel like a lot of people forget that dirty talk is a kink and that not everyone is into it but he’s the King of it 👑 this goes hand in hand will all of his kinks because he would loveeee reminding you who you belong to/ telling you how well you take his cum and how he can’t wait to fill you up.

Choking, but being choked. Hear me out now. Ever since deer hunter choreo came out and in the beginning during Maki’s part when he puts a hand on K’s throat, I feel like he’d love if you did that to him. Like you trying to be equally as possessive and the only way you know how is to wrap your hand around his neck while you guys make out or when you’re riding him. Not even necessarily choking him hard but just having your hand there adding the slighting bit of pressure is enough for him.

Edging. Could edge you for hours. Would love to be edged for hours. Like the morning would start off with slow, fleeting touches that are cute at first. And then as the day progresses you both get more and more touchy, seeing who’ll crack first and make the move to get yall to where you want to be. And then even after you start you’d both be edging each other, frustrated beyond belief until he just pins you down doggy and hammers into you cuz neither of you can take it anymore 😌

He def has a praise kink with the way he likes to possess and corrupt you. Loves telling you how good you’re taking him, how beautiful you look stuffed full of his cock, whether it’s in your mouth or one of your holes. Will absolutely talk you through your orgasms saying how lucky he is to have you and sweetly encouraging you to take one more orgasm, of his.

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Let me know if you’d like me to expand on any of these ideas!

Now imma try to go back to bed I have work at 10 and then class at 1 and it’s currently 6:30 and im exhausted 😭

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#starrihan #&team #&team smut #&team k #&team k smut #andteam #andteam k #andteam smut #andteam k smut #koga yudai #koga yudai smut

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coupsie-daisies · 1 year ago

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Kinktober '23: Bondage | Boo Seungkwan

Pairing: Camboy!Boo Seungkwan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), roommates to lovers, Camboy AU

Summary: Seungkwan is a camboy and after months of trying, he invites you, his best friend, to help him spice up one of his streams

WC: 5.8k

Warnings: Pet names (pretty girl, pretty, baby), fingering, unprotected sex (be smart), light bondage, some voyeurism and exhibitionism aspects, prominent sub space, spanking, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), Seungkwan is such a soft dom in this but he doesn't take any shit

A/N: Yall I know it's been a long time but I refuse to give up and honestly?? I kinda ate with this one. If you like it, please check out my commission and donation links, drop a comment or a reblog, it would be appreciated!

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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Living with Seungkwan was nice. He had friends over sometimes, and they could get a little loud sometimes, but they were always polite towards you, and they really did try not to cause problems for you. Seungkwan himself was a good friend, someone you knew you could rely on to handle the grocery trips when you were busy, or to keep the dishes done up. He was a shoulder you could lean on, which might have something to do with the two of you meeting during what was, objectively speaking, your worst year of college.

Maybe the best thing about Seungkwan was that no matter how much he would tease you, he never judged your decisions, and you never judged his. It was easy for the two of you to mind your own business. So it was a bit of a surprise when he came bursting into your room after a couple sharp knocks. He didn’t wait for an answer, and you were grateful that you were actually wearing pants this time.

“Hey, quick question. Are you busy tomorrow night?” He asked. You looked up at where he was standing just inside your doorway.

“Hello to you too, Kwannie,” You said, sitting up in bed and stretching your arms over your head. You didn’t catch the way his eyes flicked down to the sliver of your stomach that exposed itself. “You should really learn to knock. I could have been busy. Or, like, changing or something.”

“Y/N,” He whined, jutting out his bottom lip into a dramatic pout. You whined back before huffing.

“Relax, relax. I’m sorry. No, I’m not doing anything tomorrow night. Why?”

He moved to flop onto the end of your bed.

“Okay, so you know how I do streams, right?” He asked. You nodded, remembering how awkward the conversation had been when he’d explained it, how nervous he was to tell you that he had a side hustle as a camboy. You, however, hadn’t thought anything much about it, which you could tell helped ease his mind. It never mattered to you what he did in his free time, especially when his pocket money bought you little treats from everywhere he went. Besides, anyone as hot as Seungkwan would be a fool not to profit off of their looks in one way or another.

“Mhm,” You hardly looked up from your phone, just enough to urge him to continue talking.

“So…I had an idea for how to change it up this week but I need help.” He said. That had you putting your phone down. What exactly was he asking of you?

“Look, if we’re going to a sex store, you’re paying.” You said. You watched a faded pink crawl up his neck, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I wasn’t gonna suggest that. I think I have everything I need for now. It’s just a weird request, so you can’t freak out on me. I’m warning you!”

“Consider me warned,” You motioned for him to carry on.

“Would you want to join me for the stream? Like…let me touch you or whatever?”

You lost any semblance of coherent thoughts at his question. Sure, you knew that Seungkwan masturbated for strangers on the internet, and you knew he’d offhandedly mentioned how people would be interested in seeing him with a partner, but you knew he’d never wanted to share something like that with anyone he didn’t trust inside and out. More than freaking you out, the invitation flattered you (and maybe sparked a heat low in your stomach). He trusted you enough to invite you into his most vulnerable space.

Unfortunately, your silence on the matter did nothing but make him nervous.

“You can just say no, I’m not gonna be mad.” He said, moving to get up. You frowned, reaching to catch his hand and stop him before he got too far.

“I wasn’t gonna say no. I was just thinking is all.” You said with a shrug. “I know you wanna make your undying fans happy, but I don’t want you to bring me into this unless it’s something you’re absolutely sure about.”

Your sincerity seemed to catch him off guard, but he shook it quickly except for the curling warmth rising in his chest.

‘I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a couple months. Didn’t know how to without making it…weird.”

“It’s us, Kwan, aren’t things always weird?” You teased him. You watched the way the tension washed out of him, the way his shoulders relaxed, and you found yourself relaxing with him.

A little over twenty-four hours had passed when you found yourself stepping into Seungkwan’s bedroom. It was odd, and the nerves were beginning to settle in your stomach. It’s not like you were some fresh and pure virgin, and if there was anyone that you trusted to fuck you on camera in front of dozens - if not hundreds - of people, it was Seungkwan. But now you were about to have your entire body on display, about to hand over the reins and let him do as he saw fit for the people watching him. The people watching you.

“You can make yourself comfortable,” He said, motioning towards his bed. You’d been inside his room plenty of times, and maybe you’d taken a peek at his streams once or twice, just to see what exactly it was he did, but this felt different. You knew what this room looked like from almost every angle, but seeing it like this in person and not through the tiny screen of your phone was new. The purple LED lights set the mood, washing his room in a cool glow that made the entire place feel like it was moving in slow motion.

You perched on the end of his bed, watching the ease with which he moved around, the confidence in his stride. It wasn’t unfamiliar, this version of him where he took up space and commanded a room, but the context added something in it that sent ripples through the pool of arousal settling into your stomach. He sat in his desk chair, adjusting his set up and bobbing his head to the quiet music that he had playing in the background. You admired the way that the dim lighting washed over him, casting shadows against his already stunning features and making him that much harder to look away from.

“Did you hear me?” He asked. You blinked the lust out of your eyes and gave him an apologetic smile instead of an answer. “If you’re nervous you can say so. We don’t have to do this.”

He could see through you without even trying. Damn him and his observant nature.

“I’m fine, seriously. I want to do this with you. New experiences or whatever, right?” You rolled your neck in a slow circle, letting your shoulders lift up and drop back, stretching the nerves out of your muscles and forcing yourself to relax. This wasn’t you, you weren’t generally so uptight. “What was it you were saying?”

“The set up over here will have the stream on it. If you’re worried about what people will see, you can check it on this one.” He nodded towards one of the screens in question, then pointed to the next one. “That one will have the chat on it.”

You nodded along, listening to him explain the set up and showing you what the viewers would see, it was exactly what you’d expected it to be, nothing too intimidating. Still, you were grateful for his explanations and reassurance.

“And you’re just gonna…fuck me?” You asked, not entirely sure what to expect. You’d discussed your limits, established a safeword for if you needed out. You’d talked about what you were into, what you’d never tried before, going to extents that made you squirm. By this point, you were pretty sure that Seungkwan knew your sexual preferences better than any partner you’d ever had in the past.

Seungkwan laughed, and the sound seemed into your bones, washing away the last of your worries. That was your Seungkwan, you were safe in his hands.

“Not right away. Gonna talk to the chat, touch you, get everyone all worked up. You don’t have to say anything, just follow my lead. Listen to my voice. Let me make you feel good. The teasing is half the fun, it’s the part they always like the most.”

He was speaking so casually, but the certainty in his voice was doing something to you. You nodded, trying to picture how things were going to happen. Where would he touch you? Would he be able to find all the places that made you squirm or would he be too preoccupied with his chit-chat?

“Then I’ll do what we talked about. Play with you, make sure you feel good. It really is about you this time around.”

This time around. It implied he’d bring you back, put on another show with you, maybe a bit more selfishly. One that was about him next time. You remembered how he’d explained that his fans wanted to see how he’d take care of a partner, presumably to imagine it was them. That was fine by you, and if you held a little piece of something special with Seungkwan, well, that was nobody’s business but your own.

He went through the process of getting the stream ready, and you say quietly, watching him slip into his element. It reminded you of when he’d host get-togethers for your friends, how careful he was to make sure that everything was perfect so nobody had to worry about a thing. You wondered if he’d do the same thing when he was playing with you.

“Camera on in one minute.” He said, moving so he was propped against his pillows, guiding you to sit between his legs. You did as he said, pressing your back to his front and leaning your head back into his shoulder, nervous eyes trained on the screen where the two of you were sitting. It gave a perfect view of the two of you, his arms wrapped around you, hands settling against your lower stomach, and his fingers tracing against the waistband of your pants.

The viewers started rolling in just after the stream started, dedicated viewers who expected him just like clockwork. They greeted him with nothing but adoration and excitement, and Seungkwan greeted them back, calling some of them by name and thanking them for their tips on the last steam, insisting that he’d put on a good show again, that he’d work hard to meet their standards.

You really weren’t paying too much attention to what he was saying, just listening to that smooth cadence of his voice and feeling the way his hands brushed down over your exposed thighs, thumbs tracing the line of the shorts you’d put on for this. His hands were warm and smooth, kneading at the flesh of your thighs and dragging his dull nails against the insides of them. You wondered if he noticed the way your body was melting into him with each pass of his palms against your skin.

After several minutes of focusing on nothing but the heat thrumming in your stomach, you found yourself fighting the urge to wiggle, and then he was riding his hands higher, stroking up your sies and pushing your shirt out of the way so that he could slip underneath, caressing your sids, along your stomach, swirling shapes that blended in with the dips of his voice as he spoke to the camera.

You’d very nearly forgotten the viewers, so focused in on the way that Seungkwan was familiarizing himself with your body. Nobody had ever taken this much time to touch you without even taking off your shirt. You had a fleeting thought that maybe you’d have to worry about that eventually, about him being able to take you apart and put you back together better than anyone else you knew. That thought, however, slipped through your fingers when his hands moved up to cup your breasts over your bra. The touch made your back arch involuntarily, chasing more pressure, more skin on skin contact, more anything because that simply wasn’t cutting it.

He laughed, voice swirling in your head and fogging it up enough that you didn’t even have time to be insecure when he pulled your shirt off and cast it aside. You opened your eyes, the glaring image of the two of you catching your attention, and the red light staring back at your nearly bare torso. You chewed on your lip, and Seungkwan dipped closer so that the mic wouldn’t pick up his voice.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded slowly, and his lips ghosted over the weak spot just below your ear. Your breath hitched when he flicked his tongue over it, waiting until your muscles gave out on you to suckle on it, drawing the tiniest whine from you. Then he huffed out a chuckle against the shell of your ear. “Good. I’m not done with you yet.”

His voice was dark, heady, and you were spinning in the abyss of it. The room felt like it was tilting at an odd angle, your stomach flip flopping and your body being held up only by the arm he had wrapped around you again, keeping you steady against him while he teased the curve of your cleavage above your bra.

“Yeah, she’s never been on camera before,” He said, voice no longer aimed towards you, but back at the audience that was becoming more and more antsy to have his attention back. You remembered then that people were watching you, watching the way that the slightest touch from him had you pressing your thighs together for a sliver of friction. “I know, she’s so pretty, isn’t she?”

A warmth crept into your cheeks at the easy praise, words spilling out as if you weren’t even there. It shouldn’t have turned you on the way that it did, but you couldn’t deny the wetness dampening your panties as his fingers dipped under the cups of your bra, tugging them down slowly enough for you to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t want to. So he pulled the fabric down under your breasts and let his hands idly knead at them. He wasn’t chasing your pleasure the way that you were, just taking his time touching you as his eyes scanned the chat screen. The praise, the requests for him to strip with you, the ones asking to see more of you.

You didn't notice it in your state, so focused on his touch that you weren’t even looking at him on the screen, but a sort of heated jealousy flickered across his face. He didn’t mind sharing you with his audience, that’s what had gotten you into his bed in the first place, but he didn’t like the idea of letting them take over, letting them make you feel good instead while he just followed their orders.

His fingers got harsher, brushing against your nipples before pinching them between his fingertips and rolling them. You whined, back arching to ease some of the sharp pain, and he bit back a devastated sound at how pretty you sounded. For him.

His eyes returned to the screen, reading the comments as they rushed by, thanking people for the tips rolling in as he continued to pinch and tweak your sensitive buds. He tugged and twisted, flicked at them until you were nearly panting, legs desperately pressing together as if that would make you less of a worked up mess.

“Stay still,” He mumbled sharply, easing up on his torment and instead kneading your breasts in large, warm palms as if to soothe the sting of arousal that he’d caused.

He continued like that, hands suddenly gentle and much more patient than you could stand. You whimpered after a few moments of his attention straying front ou, your hand finding his wrist and guiding it with feather light touches towards the waistband of your shorts. He laughed.

“Need something, baby?” He asked. The name was new, and it only sent your mind spiraling further into depraved desperation.

“Need you. Please?” You said, and it was quiet enough that you weren’t even sure if it could be heard through the stream. The only reassurance that your begging was noticed was the influx of pinging as more and more money rolled in.

“Need me? Im right here, pretty girl. What could you need?” He taunted, and you huffed.

“Need you to touch me. Wanna cum,” You said, the world around you fading out completely as you gave him exactly what he was looking for. He seemed satisfied, nudging you to sit up straighter so that he could pull his shirt off and discard it. Then he was pulling you back, pressing your bare skin to his, radiating warmth that had you melting, your skin burning with want, and need, and pure molten lava at that point.

Once you were settled back, he pushed your shorts out of his way, guiding them down your soft thighs so you could kick them off, leaving you just in the flimsiest, cutest pair of panties that you owned. The scrap of fabric barely covered you to begin with, and it was nearly transparent with your wetness, stuck to your folds. Seungkwan reached down, hooking your legs over his so he could hold you open for everyone to see, his fingers tracing your exposed thighs and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

You tried not to fold the moment you got his attention, you really did, but it was easier said than down when his touch skirted along the edge of your panties, so horribly close to your pussy that it made your hips back and your voice come out as a trembling whimper.

“Can you guys see how wet she is?” He asked, his voice dripping pure charm that only served to make your hold leak a little more. Then his fingers were pressing your panties against you, dragging them against your slicked clit in slow, torturous circles. You nearly sobbed, eyes opening to look up at him. The face that he looked breathtaking even from this angle was cruel, downright killer.

“She’s soaked already. You know, I knew she’d like being watched but I think she likes it almost as much as I do,” He laughed, and you huffed in protest, but he didn’t stop his touch regardless. “How many times do you think we can make her cum? Two? Three?”

You couldn’t bite your tongue this time, a scoff slipping out as your frustration built enough to sting between your thighs.

“Haven’t even proved you could make me cum once. How could they know how many times? Maybe one of them should just fuck me instead. Bet they’d be nice to me.” You snapped. You realized your mistake the moment you spoke. Seungkwan’s fingers stilled, his other hand coming up to grasp at your waist, tugging you hard enough that you couldn’t even consider not giving in. He guided you to flip over, settling you over his lap.

“Is that how you talk to me?” He asked, tugging your panties down to expose the curve of your ass to the cool air of his room. You shook your head harshly, trying to mumble out apologies, but only managing a series of pouty whines and please that he didn’t seem interested in listening to. “I didn’t fucking think so. I know you have manners, let’s make sure you use them next time.”

His hand came down, harsh and stinging against one side of your ass, your hips jolting and scrambling to escape the pain. He pulled them back into place, kneading your ass cheek beneath his palm.

“What do you say?” He asked. You buried your face in your arm, turning just enough to peek at him out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m sorry, baby, please,” You whimpered. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Oh, you promise?” He taunted. You didn’t have a chance to answer before he was spanking you again. This time it was less hard, but followed by two more just as quickly. You yelped, kicking your feet up helplessly to try and protect your backside. He just pushed them down, taking a moment to rub at the abused flesh before giving you one more. You sniffled, though there weren’t any tears, just a pathetic thrum of humiliation and arousal washing over you.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, nuzzling into his thigh and leaving a soft kiss there as if it would take away from your misbehavior.

“Thank you pretty girl. Did so well for me.” He praised, tipping your head up and leaning down to kiss you. The feeling took you by surprise, the softness of his lips against yours wasn’t something that had gone unimagined, but it was better in real life, and so vastly opposite his harsh discipline from moments before. Nevertheless, it was chaste, and his eyes were still dark when he pulled away.

“I think you deserve a reward for being so good. Used your manners and everything.” He brushed his fingers down the curve of your jaw, gentle and adoring, then his eyes flicked up towards the camera. “What do you think? Is it time for a reward?”

His voice was sweet, and you wiggled your hips, half hoping that it would sway the viewers to your side and coax him into making you cum. Your pussy was throbbing with the need to be touched, to be spread open and stretched out, and the feeling was beginning to become uncomfortable.

He hummed, not speaking as he read the comments, just carefully focusing on the scroll of words that you weren’t in the headspace to make out. Then he was knocking your thighs apart, keeping you laid out there over his lap, and sliding his fingers down to your needy cunt. He spread your wetness along your lower lips, coating his skin in it before stopping to flick them harshly along your clit, back and forth at such a pace that you wanted to close your thighs. The only thing keeping them open was his forearm laid against one of them and the awkward position that he had you laid in.

You bit back a desperate whine as your orgasm crashed into you surprisingly fast, your body writhing in his lap as he continued to work you through it, rubbing fast circles against your clit and leaving your walls to clench and flutter, unsatisfyingly empty. The orgasm did nothing but make you more desperate for him.

“Please,” You whined as you came down from it, need burning hot and heavy in your lower stomach. He smiled, using his clean hand to stroke your hair away from your face. “Wanna feel you inside,”

He groaned, although it was nearly closer to a whine, wordlessly complaining about your impatience, and the effect it was having on him, and how it was no doubt ruining his carefully thought out plans for the stream. He pouted, bottom lip jutting out at the camera as he read the influx of comments.

“Aish,” He hissed under his breath. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

You processed that he was talking to his viewers as he maneuvered you off of his lap so he could stand up. The bulge in his pants was obvious, the outline of his cock showing against the soft fabric. He didn’t do anything about it though, pulling you carefully to sit up instead, your back turned to the camera and you perched up on your knees. He pulled a spool of dark blue rope from his bedside drawer, moving your arms behind your back and carefully wrapping your wrists, trying your forearms together and giving them a tug. You hummed out a sound at the feeling, the slightest strain tugging in your shoulders and the rope rubbing against your arms leaving you with even more lava rushing through your veins.

He tipped your head up, making you look at him and silently questioning if you were comfortable enough. You nodded ever so slightly, looking up at your roommate with the widest lust blown eyes as if that would make him speed this whole ordeal up. You knew better though, knew he wouldn’t go easy on you. Especially not when you had an entire crowd to entertain.

“Needy little whore. Cute,” He hummed, pulling you around so that your back was facing him, your profiles to the camera. He pulled you back by your upper arm, catching you steadily against his chest when your balance gave way to his force. He reached around you, turning your chin up to catch your lips in a fast, messy kiss. It was all tongue, and saliva, and the taste of him as he practically devoured your mouth.

His hands roamed down your front, tracing your curves, down your stomach, before finally finding their way to your dripping core. He pulled your legs open wider, not caring about the little whimper that you let out in response to losing your balance again. After all, he had no intentions of letting you fall, and maybe you had a habit of forgetting how strong he was until he was keeping you upright with a single arm around you.

Two of his fingers slid through your folds, spreading them open for a third to tease against your hungry hole, sliding in slowly before sliding right back out and continuing to tease you. You were too breathless to complain, his lips leaving yours and dripping wet kisses down your neck and shoulder, then back up again, nipping at your earlobe before sucking what you were sure would be a very bold mark at the crook of your neck.

Then two of his fingers were filling you up, and your body threatened to fall forward, your legs trying to snap shut around his hand but in no position to do so. So instead he continued working you open, fingers fucking into you with the lewdest sound, pushing your wetness out and letting it run down his hand as he worked you open for him. You could feel his impatience in the way that he worked a third finger inside along with the first two, the sting earning a broken moan from you. It didn’t last, turning into a burning need for more, more, more. That’s all you could think about, greedy little whore. Just for him.

It took you a considerable moment to realize that he was the one whispering those words to you as he stuffed you full of his fingers, your mind getting lost somewhere along the way and focusing entirely on the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his bare chest pressed to your back, and your arms trapped between the two of you, and the beads of sweat slipping down your collarbone. You swore you could feel everything all at once and process none of it at all.

When he pulled his fingers out of you, you let out what could only be called a sob of devastation, and he laughed, easing you down so your weight was resting on your front, balanced carefully on your shoulder with your cheek pressed into the bed. You looked over at him as best as you could, watching him shuck off his pants and underwear so the both of you were completely naked. You could only just see the way his hand wrapped around his cock, fingers smearing your slick arousal onto his length as he tugged it slowly. He looked so pretty, the softly sculpted muscles of his stomach tensing, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he tried to get himself impossibly harder. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel his eyes fixated on the clenching of your pussy, the way you were leaking all over your thighs for him.

“Baby, please fuck me. Been waiting for so long, just…please.” You huffed, wiggling your hips back towards him, and you caught a momentary glimpse of his eyes clouding over as he watched you. His free hand came to knead one of your ass cheeks, spreading you open and taking in the way your hole was begging for him. He cursed under his breath, muttering something to the camera that you didn’t hear – and, quite frankly, didn’t give a shit about.

“Alright, pretty, just hold tight.”

Seungkwan guided his cock to tap against your folds a few times, then pressing into you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. He wasn’t terribly long, but he was thick enough that it brought the sting of tears as he filled you up. Your hands grasped at the air, not entirely able to grab anything but each other, which you did. Your back ached, burying your face deeper into his bedding to try and muffle the fucked out cry that left your lips as his cock dragged the length of your g-spot. Your stomach flipped and tightened as his hips stilled, pressed harshly against your ass. His hands were gripping your hips like a lifeline, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips, pulling you back into him so he could hit just a little deeper inside of you.

You weren’t given an opportunity to find words before he was puling out of you and sliding home again, harder this time, a little faster, until his pace was set and his hips were meeting yours hard enough that you just knew your ass was turning pink. The only sounds in the room were the slick slide of his cock inside of you, the skin on skin of his hips meeting your backside, and the downright shattered moans that you were letting out with each of his thrusts, the sound stunted and jumpy as he fucked you dumb.

Seungkwan grabbed your bound arms, pulling you up onto your knees and using your shoulder as leverage to drag you back into him. Your entire body shuddered at the new angle, head dropping forward and mouth hanging open as drool pooled at the corner of your lips. Somehow, despite knowing what it was he did, it had never occurred to you that maybe Seungkwan was an absolute sex god.

The hand on your shoulder slipped around, fingers splaying prettily against your throat, not choking you but simply letting you know that he was there, that he could, and you groaned a string of curses as you lost all sense of space and time. The only thing that existed was him, his body, the way it was connecting with yours. Just the two of you and the breathless grunts that he let out against your neck.

“Gonna cum,” You warned him, your fingers managing to drag against his stomach as he fucked into you, and the next thing you knew your vision was bursting with white, and Seungkwan was growling as you came around him, squeezing him so tight that he could hardly even fuck you through it.

Your ears were ringing, and it felt a little like you were on a boat when he laid you down on your front again, pulling out to shoot his load onto the insides of your thighs, marking your skin with his seed and stroking himself through it. He was panting then, the first thing that you could process, and you listened to that sound alone, ignoring the slightly off putting feeling of his cum running down your legs. You just nuzzled deeper into his blankets, finally processing that he’d laid you down.

You faintly heard him say his goodbyes, thanking everyone for their gifts and promising to bring you back again soon if you were interested. It registered slowly that you’d been streaming with him that entire time, that you’d experienced the most earth shattering orgasm of your life in front of who knows how many people. But it didn’t matter, you couldn’t care. Not when he sat down beside you, the camera off, and reached down to stroke your hair away from your sweat-dampened face. You blinked up at him, a sleepy smile curling onto your face.

“How do you feel, pretty thing?” He asked, carefully freeing your arms and rolling you to lay on his back. He took his time to massage each arm from wrist to shoulder and back again, making sure that your circulation was okay, mostly since he was pretty well convinced that you wouldn’t have noticed it if you lost feeling in them completely.

“Good. Really good,” You told him, eyes heavy again, so you gave in and closed them.

“Good, I’m glad. You did so well, let me take such good care of you. But you gotta stay with me while I get you cleaned up, okay? You can do that right? Just stay with Kwannie,”

You hummed, your heart skipping in your chest. Kwannie, your Kwannie. You curled closer to him, cheek pressed against his still bare thigh, and he chuckled, reaching down to brush your cheek.

“Can you stay here while I go get a towel to clean you up? Then you can nap and we’ll shower later.”

You nodded thoughtlessly, and he took that as his sign to get up. When he did, however, you reached out to grab his wrist, and he turned as fast as humanly possible to look at you, eyes clouded over with worry.

“Are you gonna nap with me?” You asked, voice so tiny and heavy with sleep that he swore his heart might melt.

“Yeah pretty, I’ll sleep too. Just let me clean us up, okay?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your forehead, and you nodded obediently, not even trying to move a muscle and settle under the blankets. He disappeared from his room for a moment, grabbing a wet cloth and cleaning himself. A few minutes later he returned, finding you sound asleep, his pillow pulled up against your chest and your face squished into it.

Seungkwan looked at you, naked and surely chilly in his bed, but so entirely relaxed after sleeping with him, and the warmth that bloomed in his chest made him question if the two of you were ever really just friends to begin with.

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✨GF FC INDIGO AWARDS 2024 PT 7✨

Some points to note before you move to the event visualizer :

🟣 My anchoring style is highly energetic and bubbly so you can imagine me doing a lot of hand gestures, changing pitch and tones of my voice, moving around on the stage a lot, etc. Hehe.

🟣 The theatre/event venue has been engineered by the best engineers of the world, with the most modern technology. The petals of the lotus can close or open to hide or reveal the night sky. It can also change its colours. For tonight, it's indigo!

🟣 The "OUTFIT CHECK" were clicked in different places (according to where the member was spotted first) hence the different background.

🟣 I didn't want to write too dialogues on yall's behalf but I can't really bother you with every small detail, so I hope whatever dialogues I've made up are not too out of character!

🟣Ignore the contradiction of same blue locker entering the scene multiple times, pretend there are a few copies of each member 🥰👍🏻

🟣 Ignore the outfit mismatch in the edits (any edit after the outfit checks please, our editing skills only go so far 🙏🏻 )

🟣 I highly suggest that you listen to songs as you keep finding them being embedded in links for added feels and extra hype! 🔥

🟣 The performances where multiple songs have been used is supposed to be a mashup. You can imagine the mashup to be as you please! The songs I've bunched together are for the sole purpose of creating a particular vibe, so as long as to they are fulfilled it's all good! 😌🤝🏻

🟣 The posts are scheduled at a gap of 3-4 hours each, this event is going to be spread throughout 2 or more days. Feel free to go feral in the comments/reblogs/community my mates. 🔥

🟣 I hope you enjoy this! Tagging all the attendees here :

@glue-thief @getosugurusbangs @bueris @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma

@sid3buns @mariyumemi @pinkinsect @refrigeratedboombursts @satosuguhastakenovermylife

@10renz0 @simp-simp-no-mi @boinin @sharkissm @milkteansugar

@thebestsetter @merlucide @jujutsustraycats @kurona-theshark @nskiyuriz

@asarajaa @writingonthewalls1832 @hooudie212back @sadao-tsuki @milaisreading

@8-xnny @licoririce @rinitoshisgirl @luvingshidou @duckydee-0

@kuro-min @gojoracle @marcsnuffy @filecurropt0 @riririnnnn

@wroophruh @sanaexus @melodiclune

Previously on GF FC INDIGO AWARDS :

GLITTER GALS SPREADING THEIR 🌟SHIINEE🌟 ON THE STAGE AND TO EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE!!

✨OSHA✨ memers were awarded.

Newest member showcase performance by @/8-xnny!

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Nami : MY OH MY CAN YOU ALL 🎶FEELLLL THE RHYTHM🎶 IN MY VEINS?? (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

Nami : THAT WAS SOOOO GOOD MY GOD!! EVERYTHING FEELS ROYAL RIGHT NOW, DOESN'T IT GANG? *turns the mic to audience* 🎤

*hears loud cheering and hooting*

Nami : HELL YEAHHHHH YOU ALL BETTER KEEP THAT HYPE UP BECAUSE WHAT WE GOT OVER WITH WASN'T 50%.

Nami : In fact, it was barely 30% ha! I am not going to reveal how many award category are left, yet. But there are certainly a LOT OF THEM. And how can there not be? You all are GRAND existences. Plainly simply just so special. 🥹❤️

*Hears a sudden cheering and clapping uproar from the audience.*

Nami : HAHA! FACTSSSSSS I KNOW RIGHT? 😈😎

Nami : Alriiiiight ladies and gentlemen HOOOLLD ON TO YOUR SEATS BECAUSE THIS NEXT PERFORMANCE IS DEFINITELY GOING TO LEAVE YOU !!!!SHOOK!!! 🤩😈😎😌

Nami : LET. THEM. FEEEEEL LIKE A ROYALTYYYY WITH YOUR LOUD APPLAUSE : TEAM PLATINUM PRINCESSES!!!

[ links : monster - lyrics | favourite | popular | espresso | typa girl - lyrics - choreography ]

Nami : 😙🎶

Nami : Told y'all didn't I?

Soleil : EVERYONE LOOKS FIRED UP NAMI 🤩 NOW'S THE TIME TO MOVE TO THE NEXT CATEGORY!! 🔥💪🏻

Nami : ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! But before we move to buisness, COME ON EVERY ONE!! GIVE ME A WOOP! WOOP! *Turns the mic to audience* 🎤

*The member in audience reply with WOOP!👏🏻 WOOP!👏🏻*

*Some members and blue lockers are so fired up they are standing and throwing their hands in air to cheer and encourage.*

Nami : PERFECT! 😌😎🔥💪🏻

Nami : LET US INTRODUCE YOU TO THE NEXT AWARD CATEGORY : GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARDS!!!

(*Fireworks are seen blasting on the stage and the audience bursts into applause, hootings and cheers as camera zooms past trophies.*)

Soleil : As the name suggests : this is for the members who are the ABSOLUTE BEST at what they do. Unlike honorary awards, only ONE member can win this award for a sub category. Some awards have nominations and some are won by members who are no less than ONE MAN/WOMEN ARMY, hence no nominations. Simply gracing them with this award. Because it would be a sin otherwise.ヽ⁠(⁠･⁠ˇ⁠∀⁠ˇ⁠･⁠ゞ⁠)

Nami : That's right ladies and gentlemen, in a way or the other, these awards are nothing less than the main awards of tonight!! So who will take these absolutely ethereal trophies home tonight? 💁🏻‍♀️✨

Soleil : Well, that's a mystery for us to unfold 😌

(*They both give each other a knowing look and share a high five.*)

Nami : Since we started the night with a note of 'not forgetting our roots', it's only fair we continue it with that.

Soleil : PLEASE WELCOME ON STAGE, OUR BELOVED COACH WITH 70 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE AT THE RIPE AGE OF 19 : @/marcsnuffy ON THE STAGE FOR THE AWARDING OF FIRST CATEGORY.

(*The crowd claps and cheers enthusiastically as marcsnuffy makes an appearance.*)

Marcsnuffy : (*nods and wait for the cheers to die down before continuing*) Thank you! To be the coach of such an amazing team? Pleasure all mine! 😌

Marcsnuffy : The first GRAND AWARD that we'll be giving out tonight is THE GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARDS FOR BEST BACKBONE TO THE COMMUNITY.

marcsnuffy : And I know Soleil said only one member can win this, but we have a history with bring exceptions don't we?

(*Distant hooting can be heard from the crowd.*)

Marcsnuffy : The two members who are sharing this award are....

🥁

Marcsnuffy : VAL AND NAJMA!!!

(*Val gasps while Najma almost tears up, Kaiser pats her on the back encouragingly and proudly [opposed to Isagi's energetic BAM! BAM! BAM! back pats] and they both make their way to the stage grinning greatefully.*)

Galaxynajma : When I first started Girlfriend FC I never thought in my wildest dreams that would get this big. I will forever be grateful to have met all of you this in this journey and I’m honored to be a nominee/won for these awards.

Galaxynajma : I wish I had the words to describe how you all make me feel how this team makes me feel

Honestly I couldn’t do it without my cat kitty kisser by my side and ofc Ben and Eli

Nami, Soleil and others : 🥹❤️

Glue-thief : it has been an honour to (accidentally) become one of the founding members of girlfriend fc! i didn't know what would happen when i decided to join najma and eli with a matching profile picture, and i didn't know what would happen when i decided to make one for each character. it has been awe-inspiring watching more and more people with these profile pictures show up in my notifications, and i know i wouldn't have made so many good friends without this experience. thank you girlfriend fc for this award. i love you all.

(*Crowd breaks into huge round of applause.*)

Soleil : oof! (*Fanning her face*) That almost made me cry.

Nami : Well, worry not then~

Soleil : Hm?

Nami : I think I got just the right performance to light you up!! 😎

Soleil : oh? 👀

Nami : 😌

Nami : HOLD ON TO YOUR HEARTS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! BECAUSE THESE FOLKS COMING ON THE STAGE NEXT? THEY MIGHT STEAL IT!! :3

Nami : PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR TEEEEAAAM RADIANT RAVERS!!!!

[ link : stereotype - choreography | ASAP - choreography | After school - choreography]

Nami : I'm a good MC guys, ain't I? 😚 I warn y'all before a performance takes your breathe away ~

Soleil : You're saying that as if that helps them with their breaths anyways.

Nami : Hah? Are you blaming me? The ones to be blamed are our amazing performers.

Nami : And a certain someone else too, who blows away people's mind with their beauty ~

Soleil : You're changing the topic aren't you? But I'll let this one slide because we have coming up on stage @/mariyumemi for GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARDS FOR BEST MANAGER!!!

(*A pleasant theme plays over speakers as mariyumemi comes up on stage.*)

Mariyumemi : I think this one's pretty obvious so let's just put our hands together for....

🥁

Mariyumemi : @/licoririce!!!!

(*She gasps and Anri instantly hugs her happily before she gets up, hugging the ones on her table and making her way to recieve the award.*)

Licoririce : It can’t be put into words how grateful and honored I am to be nominated for these award(s)! First and foremost, I’d like to thank my boyfriend/wifey, Anri Teieri, for existing! I probably would not have found out about the Girlfriend cult icons had I not been looking through your Tumblr tag. Love you miss girl 🫶🫶

Licoririce : I’d like to shout out to Riri (riririnnnn) and Kira (merlucide)...[ *Camera cuts to both of them who are then seen all hyped up and cheering for their miss manager* ].....for being the first interactions I had within GFFC. They’re consistently funny and I love whenever I see their posts on my dash. I can’t believe they nearly killed each other for my kisses!!

Licoririce : Actually thank you to girlfriend fc as a whole ! I’ve only interacted with a small portion of the community through my askbox but I love how friendly everyone is. Drawing Blue Lock characters in a bright pink football jersey is hilarious and has gotten me to pick up drawing as a hobby again. It’s been great fun to bond over everybody’s fictional girlfriends. You guys are amazing!

Soleil : And we're glad to have such a amazing manager as you, miss!! 🥹✨

Nami : Now then Soleil, what do we have next? (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

Soleil : Let's see. Till now, we as gf fc have had battles over beauty [*camera cuts to RIRI and KIRA who wave proudly*]...

Soleil : ...gone to space [*Camera cuts to IZZY and a feral (🤑🤪🤟🏻🔥) shidou can be seen in the background all hyped up*]...

Soleil : ...discovered the our roots and realised the family tree we are part of [*camera cuts to ISH*]....

Soleil : ...won car racing tournaments [*Camera cuts to Hooudie with a pleased looking REO in the background*]...

Soleil : ....lost out hairs and gotten it back, investigated Kidnapping [*camera cuts to a nervous yet relieved looking Kira who's patting her hair just in case*]....

Soleil : ...got kidnapped [*camera cuts to Oki whom Otoya hold protectively at the words*], and so much more.

Soleil : BUT one thing we shouldn't forget is we all started as FOOTBALL players. And it's only fair to award those of us who are the stars on the field.

Nami : True. True. (*nods*)

Nami : And even though that would practically be...all of us really. Some are a god's angel on the field, contributing largely to our wins.

Soleil : Indeed! So let's start shall we?

Nami : ABSOLUTELY!! 🤩🤩

Soleil : well, it only makes sense if we start with GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST COACH, since we are nothing without our coach!!

Nami : That's right! Ladies and gentlemen, out your hands together, for we have coming up on stage ASH (@/refrigeratedboombursts) to hand out this award!!!

[*Camera cuts to marcsnuffy who has a very proud and pleased looking marc snuffy sitting beside her, with his hand on her shoulders : a gesture of proudness.*]

ASH : Huge round of applause for.....

🥁

ASH : @/MARCSNUFFY!!!!

(*She smiles widely, hugging marc snuffy and moving on to the stage with people patting her back on the way.*)

Marcsnuffy: Thank you all for being here tonight. Strikers, defenders, midfielders, goalies and observers, it's wonderful to see everyone come together in such an elegant and well organized event.

Marcsnuffy : Back when it first started, this team was conformed by a mere handful of players. Today, there are over 50 girlfriend (and boyfriend!) havers amongst us. I might not even know some of you, but just know I'm grateful for each and every single one of you.

I want to thank my not girlfriend, Marc Snuffy. He has been my inspiration for a long time and every single merit I am awarded with is dedicated to him. (Please ignore the fact I am the most hands off coach to ever exist. I don't think I've told any of you anything about the sport or anything). Literally the only man ever of all time. He's very dear to me. I also want to thank Najma for making this profile picture for me. I would not be here, amongst every other talented player at GF FC, if it wasn't for you. Lastly, I want to thank every member of this football club/group/cult. You're all appreciated, no matter what you do. Thank you for all your hard work and participation.

Soleil and Nami : THANK YOU COACH!! 🤩🔥

Nami : You might be a hands off coaching style kinda coach, but your words always motivate and encourage us!!

Soleil : Yes Nami, indeed! I'd personally go as far as saying a huge credit of all our victories goes to her!! ❤️❤️

Nami : I know, I know! We are nothing without her 70 years of experience are we? 🤧

Soleil : No we're not. But a FOOTBALL team ain't nothing without their STRIKER either, are they?

Nami : Oh well 😈 true that 😈

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Best striker award coming up.....stay tuned!!

[ organiser : @/someprettyname

script writing credits : @/someprettyname

proofread by : @/melodiclune

editing credits : @/soleilonthesun ]

#girlfriend fc #Gf fc #girlfriend cult #gf cult #fc girlfriend #Gf fc : indigo awards arc

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pumpkinsy0 · 1 year ago

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tldr: @buddyaldridge is a 30 year old weirdo proshipper who talks shit about ppl behind their backs, block em and report if you can/want to

just wanna let everyone know theres a omegaverse mpreg dallyboy writer whos been an all around WEIRDOOOOO cause their brain is LITERALLY porn rotted and they cannot fathom ppl actually having fun at all, their @ is @buddyaldridge aka @pelopsides previously known as @madelynprior

in 2020-2022 the outsiders tumblr they used to be @madelynprior and theyre a hardcore dallyboy stan which is already fucking weird, but on top of that, they would make teen pregnancy omegaverse smut fics which??? and im not gonna give you the ss, nigga im givin yall the LINKKK to see it with your own eyes so you know im not crazy

how ik its them is bc on their acc RIGHT before they switched to their buddyaldridge acc, and before that acc was named “pelopides”, they used to go by “madeleinepryor”, how ik its the same person is bc on a good chunk of their post, theyd tag it as “#madeleinepryor dispatches” on top of that, they just straight up linked their ao3 acc😭😭

heres what the link goes to, they linked their ao3 acc, they just changed their username on ao3 as well from madeleinepryor to greasers

now me calling them a proshipper isnt me talking out of my ass, they say it themselves like ughhhhjjj

as for them talking about other ppl, i wont share ALL the screenshots bc idk if the ppl theyre talking bad about would rlly feel comfortable w those being posted, if they know, they can feel free to post it on their own accord, so like i said, wont share, but i HAVE seen some and i can conform that they have done it, its ABSOLUTELY NOT above them

for now ill post the ss i CAN post rn which just proves my point

now ignoring that theyre talking smack, theyre just so odd and obviously didnt rlly think this through bc 1967 is ALREADY IMPLIED in the 60s, youre just incapable of reading things that arent about teen boys getting it on w each other PLEASE get a grip on reality😭😭

theyve talked about 14 year olds and their post on their acc just to shit on them, once again, GROWN ASS PERSON TWEAKIN OVER THE IDEAS OF A 14 YEAR OLD🗣️🗣️

NOW maybe your asking “how do you know the discord user and the tumblr user are the same person” AND I WILL ADMIT, while i DO have strong feelings they are the same person, its not 100% proven, HOWEVER buddyaldridge DOES go by buddy and that discord users name is buddy, so while its not concrete, the link IS there, once again, feel free to come to whatever conclusion you wanna come to about that

but what ISNT disputable is the fact that theyre a proshitter

additionally just this??? reblog from them????

on its own, not MUCH, bit considering the fics they make this is SO weird like??????

and finally, ive heard that theyve specifically came for me about my haitian shepards and maybe even my heritage, saying that they hated race hcs??????like using me as an example, they ss my acc and talked shit, someone contacted me about it and they dont have ss of it specifically, but they can vouch for it, and im not just gonna dismiss that, bc while they dont have ss, they do have ss and proof of everything else, so i do believe them, and theyve said if they find it they would show them to me, do what you wanna with this info

ANYWAYS buddy, your brain is unironically pornrotted, ur being a lil baby who cant do anything but cry and moan online on discord of all places and ur doing all this as a 30+ year old, and its CRAZIER bc youre doing all this while having “minors dni” in your pinned post, while also writing about minors, in a fandom MOSTLY OF MIDDLE SCHOOLERS!!!! (aka minors!!! ik age is hard for you to grasp) on top of that, literally ANY and ALL race hcs is way more believable and enjoyable than any “ideas” you’ve been cooking up in that odd demented, shriveled up pea brain of urs

anyways yea, that all i have to say, and im speaking for myself here, but i mean this with every fiber of my being, i dont know how you function in life but i DO NOT want you to go any farther, and i think others would/DO feel the same, ive seen what makes you cheer and i am PROUUUDDD to make you BOOOOO, you shouldnt be near minors at all, fictional or non fictional, you should BARELY be near other adults

plus if you go onto their acc rn, notice how when anon called them out, buddy aint even say they were wrong?? JUST SAYIN🗣️🗣️

im tagging everything i can tag bc i DO NOTTTT want mfs interacting w their blog, and want as many ppl as possible to be aware, dont say anything to them, dont give them attention bc obviously they’ll think this is funny and post it on their shitty discord server or whatever and giggle like they arent a grown ass nigga w bills to pay, trying so hard to cling onto their high school days, making fics about a canon middle schooler getting banged and pregnant, pls block and report do whatever u wanna do, just plssss dont let this proshitter on this damn sight near kidssss😭😭

dont take this as me WANTING drama, i dont, i just dont want ppl coming in this fandom thinking posting this shit and doing this is ok, youre bullying ppl for doing harmless things meanwhile your just making straight porn about a weird ship left n right, thinking YOUUUUU of all ppl have the place to talk about anyone or anything like your opinion on anything is valid😭😭

you NEED stones thrown at you

if anyone has anymore ss send em to mmeeeeee, but in the mean time ill be doin my own thing wooooo‼️‼️🔥🔥

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #tim shepard #angela shepard #darry curtis #darrel curtis #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #two bit mathews #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders 1983

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castlebyersafterdark · 9 months ago

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thinking about how will sounds in bed thanks to noah should be obvious and yet im like 😳🥵 at the thought... I just know will would have nice choked sounds and picturing in his same tone (noah even makes his voice a little higher for will too, o hope he does in s5 too) is really doing it for me rn. the way he says "mike" in the show?? fuck!

and mike's will voice in bed???? /passes out/

Voice kink made some of yall pop offfff (There were several other similar anons, so sorry if I didn't pick yours but I just had to whittle down repetitive ones. Love everyone 😘❤️)

Linking my original thoughts from the ask "who is louder" because that's relevant and before I get repetitive, but I probably will. All good!

There's so many vivid scenarios for these two. Love the higher pitched voice for Will. I like that he's sensitive and gentle, and he doesn't have to change to fit anyone's vision of how and who he should be. The acting behind him has been incredible at bringing him to life. On that note - time and time again I will go to bat for my boy finally allowing himself to accept love and experience pure pleasure once Mike takes him to bed and takes him the fuck apart. Very hard for our composed, quiet boy Will to stay quiet once Mike and him get together. That soft voice gets so high and breathy, kind of shocking them both at the beginning when something really feels good and he moans loud. He literally cannot be quiet. I think a lifetime of staying quiet, making himself smaller both emotionally and physically just breaks at a point. He doesn't need to be like that with Mike, who just completely accepts him and they learn each other in new ways. And in regards to intimacy, Mike wants to hear him. When the setting is appropriate (times occur often where Will's stream of whimpers and gasps sound way too loud when they're trying to get away with stuff in a house with others home), Mike encourages Will not to hide and just let go.

His voice is nice and deep and sends shivers up Mike's spine when he's talking low to Mike, sweet talk and dirty talk as they're lying in bed together, teasing each other to start. His laughter and giggles are high and breathy, moans are a humming reverb that they both feel against their skin when pressed so close together, voice low as he's giving Mike sweet praise that in turn has Mike whining, groaning sometimes as he hides behind a hand or muffled with his face turned into the bed to hide his red-faced embarrassment despite the fact that Mike loves and craves it. Will's pitch reaches an impressive octave once Mike's inside him, sharp pleasure matching his tone, hitching breath as he chokes on the occassional sob. Noisy boy. He just feels everything so deeply, and as they learn and explore together, he allows himself to embrace it as confidence grows.

Mike. Oh, Mike. Babbler, hyper talkative in bed. He's super sweet, with that soft voice that just makes Will absolutely melt. Whispering encouragement. Turns into so much more when that sweet voice starts detailing complete filth, dirty talk that shocks them both. He's so honest when he's turned on. Even in bed together, its just them, of course it's just them, but Mike gets caught in his head sometimes, possessive. The world doesn't want them to have this. Mine. Some guy or girl made a pass at his boyfriend. Mine. Will wants him to push him around, get a little rougher with him, and Mike is more than willing. He's in control of what he wants, shaking off the shackles of whatever notion rears an ugly head, holding him back. Sometimes it just feels good to be wanted like that, the way Will wants him, so desperately sometimes. Makes him desperate, too, drives him crazy. Mine. Normally soft voice deeper, the chatter is replaced by primal pleasure, essentially a growl as he both takes pleasure and gives it, even gives a little pain because that's what Will asked for. Don't treat him like he's fragile. He wants it until he cries. Mike can do that. He's a man of wildly swinging emotions at times, and the trust of being allowed to become a little wild is heavenly. 😘

#Asks #Queued #Spicy Byler

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differentpostrebel · 8 months ago

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

This Gif, cause the fight between Law and Smokey, Along with Y/N dodging his attack!

Chapter 12: Icy Awakening

A/N: Yall when I tell you writing this chapter had me FERALLLLL! Like Law is really putting moves on Y/N. Like he is just taking it!. Sanji is about to punch the air cause law is solidifying that presence. Sanji is about to work for it that's for sure in the coming chapters!. But like always the chapters are all linked here! And without further ado, let's get to it!

Word Count: 4.7K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12 (here)

Sanji x Reader, OP X reader, Sanji x Y/N…

Law POV…

"Trafalgar! I understand you're one of the Seven Warlords, but we need to get past!" Tashigi, the White Hunter, stood determined, her G-5 crew behind her, all of them ready to force their way in if necessary. They’d been outside this door for what felt like an eternity, but I had no intention of letting them through.

"It's over! We already know you're not the only one hiding on this island!" Tashigi pressed on, her voice laced with urgency. I remained silent, my expression unreadable.

Tashigi then pulled out a recording device, playing back a distress signal. A voice begged for help, naming the island specifically. But what caught my attention was the unmistakable voice of Strawhat Luffy answering the call. "And you've met Strawhat before, haven't you?" Tashigi’s superior, Vice Admiral Smoker, chimed in, his tone accusatory.

"Two years ago, during the incident with the Roswalds. You, Luffy, Kidd, Y/N, Zoro, and the Massacre Soldier Killer fought together." The mention of your name sent a jolt through me, memories flooding back. Smoker continued, "We also know what happened at the War of the Best. You saved Strawhat's life."

"Alright then, what now?" I finally spoke, my tone indifferent, not letting any emotion slip through.

"You and I both know that's bullshit," Smoker replied, his patience wearing thin. "I want to see what's inside that lab!"

"And I told you, this is my vacation home. So beat it!" I snapped back, holding my ground.

"And if Strawhat does show up, I'll behead him for you," I said, my voice cold and dismissive. "If there's nothing else, get lost." I was just about to shut the door when a scream echoed through the lab.

"We told you that room was scary!"

"We gotta get out of here!"

"Wait, there's a door! Maybe that's the way out!”

My eyes widened. That voice… There was no denying it. Just then, the door was kicked open.

"We’re free now!"

"Woah, it’s freezing!"

It’s you! I thought, It’s really you. Turn around, Y/N. I’m here! I watched you shiver, noting the thin clothing you wore. She probably didn’t anticipate the climate change, I thought with concern.

"And as for you, my lovely Y/N," Sanji’s voice cut through my thoughts, jealousy brewing inside me as he added, "come into my arms! I’ll protect you from the cold, and my body heat can provide all the warmth you need!"

Just as you were about to step towards him, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed your wrist and spun you around, pulling you close to me. You landed against my chest, and instinctively, you nuzzled closer, letting out a soft, comfortable sigh.

"That’s it, Y/N," I murmured, my voice low and almost possessive. "Come closer, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt you near me."

I realized I was letting my emotions get the best of me, so I decided to poke fun at the cook, my voice calm but with a hint of annoyance. "Tsk, you think your body heat is going to be enough for her?" I smirked, looking down at you, and couldn’t help but notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. How I wish we could have a moment alone.

"Law?" you stammered, your voice a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

I leaned in slightly, my breath warm against your ear. "Yes, it’s me. I’m not letting you out of my sight again."

Before you could respond, a voice broke through the tension. "It’s the Strawhats... and children?" Tashigi’s voice called out, pulling my gaze away from you for just a moment.

You slowly began to step back, slipping out of my arms, but I wasn’t ready to let you go just yet. Without a second thought, I shrugged off my coat and draped it over your shoulders, holding it in place for a moment longer than necessary.

"Y/N," I said, my voice softening, "here, wear my coat. I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold either." I paused, letting my fingers linger on the fabric before stepping back. "But even if you do... I would nurse you back to health."

I turned towards you with a smirk, adding a playful wink to the mix. The small gesture carried more weight than I intended, as if silently promising that I would always be there for you, no matter the circumstances.

You looked up and smiled, wearing my coat for warmth. "Thank you, Law."

Just then Nami’s voice broke through the moment. “Wait a minute, is Law the one who kidnapped these kids?”

Your voice although still stuttering from the cold said to Nami “No, this can’t be his doing.”

Sanji, still visibly fuming, directed his ire towards me. “You think you’re so special, don’t you, Law? Just because you’re playing the hero doesn’t mean you’re the only one who can protect Y/N.”

I raised an eyebrow, my smirk widening. “Oh? And what makes you think you’re the expert on protection? Last I checked, Y/N is right here, in my coat, not yours.”

Sanji’s face turned a deeper shade of red, frustration evident in every line. “That’s just because you’ve got her cornered right now. I’ve been there for her through thick and thin, and I don’t need you swooping in to play the knight.”

“Play the knight?” I leaned in closer, my voice icy. “Seems to me like you’re more interested in making a spectacle than actually being helpful. Maybe if you stopped being so self-centered, you’d realize what’s really important.”

Before the argument could escalate further, Sanji’s attention was drawn to the newcomers. His eyes widened as he pointed. “Why is he here? I recognize that ugly mug face anywhere—that’s Smokey!”

His expression shifted as he noticed Tashigi. “And Tashigi!” he said, his tone softening into a flirtatious lilt. “Looking good, as always!”

Tashigi’s eyes narrowed, clearly unimpressed by Sanji’s attempt at charm.

Realization dawned on him, and he immediately ordered the kids to start running, directing them to find a back door. Just as you were about to go with Sanji, I grabbed your wrist and spun you around once more.

“Going so soon, princess?” I murmured in a low voice, “We have some unfinished business to take care of.”

Sanji’s frustration was evident as he watched me with a scowl. His concern for Y/N was unmistakable, but the situation was quickly spiraling out of control. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “We need to get out of here, now!”

Y/N turned to Sanji, her face a mix of determination and reassurance. “Don’t worry, Sanji. I’ll make sure the Navy doesn’t get to you guys. Just take Nami and the others to the back door. I promise I’ll catch up.”

Sanji’s eyes flickered between Y/N and me, his hesitance palpable. “But—”

“It’s okay, Sanji,” Y/N interrupted softly, reaching out to take his hand. “I’ll be fine, I promise.” She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his hand, offering him a reassuring smile.

Sanji’s face turned a deeper shade of red, his hesitation growing. “Y/N… I—”

“Go,” Y/N said firmly, her gaze steady. “I’ll be right behind you. You have to trust me.”

Sanji’s shoulders slumped slightly, his worry evident. “Alright, but you better not take too long,” he said, his voice tinged with concern.

“Don’t worry,” Y/N said, her eyes meeting him with a reassuring glint.

With a final nod, Sanji reluctantly turned away and headed towards Nami and the others. His eyes shot one last glare at me before he disappeared through the back door.

As the door closed behind them, I turned back to Y/N, who was now left with me. My gaze softened as I took a step closer, reaching out to gently cup her cheek in my hand. Her skin was warm against my fingers, and I could feel the softness of her breath as she looked up at me, a mix of determination and vulnerability in her eyes.

"So you did lie, there are others here," Smoker's voice cut through the moment, bringing me back to reality.

Y/N POV…

"Law?" I stammered, my voice a blend of surprise and uncertainty. I couldn’t believe it. After two years, there he was, standing right in front of me. Law leaned in slightly, his breath warm against my ear. "Yes, it’s me. I’m not letting you out of my sight again."

Looking up at him, it really was him. His presence was undeniable. Before I could fully process it, a voice cut through the moment. "It’s the Strawhats... and children?"

I looked up and immediately recognized Tashigi’s stern expression and Smoker’s imposing figure beside her. I slowly began to pull away from Law, though I already missed the warmth he provided. Without a second thought, Law shrugged off his coat and draped it over my shoulders.

“Y/N,” he said softly, “here, wear my coat. I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold either.” He paused, his fingers brushing mine as he handed over the coat, then stepped back. “But even if you do... I would nurse you back to health.”

A blush crept up my cheeks at his words. His promise, mingled with the warmth of his coat, sent a shiver down my spine, but not from the cold. “Thank you, Law,” I managed to say, a smile spreading across my face. I slipped my arms into the sleeves of his coat, feeling the warmth envelop me almost instantly.

Suddenly, Nami’s voice broke through the moment. “Wait a minute, is Law the one who kidnapped these kids?”

My voice trembled from the cold as I reassured Nami, “No, this can’t be his doing.”

Sanji, who had been bickering with Law, seemed to lose his patience. His eyes widened as he noticed Smoker and Tashigi still outside. Realization dawned on him, and he immediately ordered the kids to start running, directing them to find a back door.

Just as I was about to follow Sanji and the others, Law grabbed my wrist and spun me around once more. The sudden movement caught me off guard, and I found myself facing him again.

“Going so soon, princess?” he murmured in a low voice, his gaze intense. “We have some unfinished business to take care of.”

His proximity, combined with the underlying tension of our earlier interactions, made my heart race. I was undeniably turned on by the intimate gesture and his bold words. My cheeks flushed deeper as I tried to steady my breathing, caught between the urgency of the situation and the undeniable pull of his presence.

Snapping me out of my daze, Sanji’s voice cut through the tension. “What are you doing? We have to leave now!”

I turned to Sanji, meeting his worried gaze. “Don’t worry, Sanji. I’ll make sure the Navy doesn’t get to you guys. Just take Nami and the others to the back door. I promise I’ll catch up.”

Sanji’s face twisted with frustration. “No, I won’t leave you.”

“Sanji, please,” I pleaded softly, “protect the others and those kids. I’ll be fine, I promise.” I took his hand in mine, leaning in to place a soft kiss upon it. I offered him a reassuring smile, hoping to convey my sincerity.

Sanji’s shoulders slumped in resignation. “Alright, but you better not take too long,” he said, his voice tinged with concern.

“I won’t,” I assured him.

With a reluctant nod, Sanji turned and caught up with Nami and the others, disappearing into the chaos of their escape. I watched them go, feeling a pang of sadness mixed with resolve. As the door closed behind him, Law stepped closer, his hand gently resting on my cheek. His touch was warm.

"So you did lie, there are others here," Smoker's voice cut through the moment, dragging me back to reality. Law’s expression remained unreadable as he responded, "Guess so, but that was a shock for me too."

I noticed Tashigi preparing her sword, her gaze sharp. "Marines, follow the Straw Hat Pirates!" she commanded.

The G-5 unit quickly rallied behind her, their resolve clear. "Yeah! After them!" they echoed.

I started to step forward "Now, now, let’s not get too hasty," I said, my gaze locked on Smoker. I reached out and casually snatched one of his cigars, taking a slow, deliberate puff. The smoke curled around us, adding a veil of sensuality to the moment. I exhaled the smoke, letting it drift between us as I held his gaze with a smirk.

Smoker's expression hardened as he growled, "Don’t fall for her tricks. Don’t let her looks distract you."

The Marines, captivated by the exchange, failed to notice my right hand already clenched, ready to strike. Just as I was about to make my move, Tashigi intervened, placing her sword dangerously close to my neck. "Don’t you dare," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

I shifted my attention to Tashigi, my gaze steady but my expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Well, aren’t you the valiant one?" I said, my tone laced with both challenge and allure.

Tashigi’s voice was laced with disdain as she replied, "I know exactly what you’re doing, 'Princess.'"

I turned back to Law, who had an amused expression on his face. I smiled back at him before facing Tashigi again. "Oh, and what might that be, hmm?" I teased, my hands now behind my back. What she didn’t realize was that I had connected my right hand to my left palm, generating a subtle but potent electrical charge in my right arm. As I clenched my left hand, activating the second ring, I could feel the current building.

"You know, Tashigi, you should really pay attention to your surroundings," I said smoothly, my voice low and enticing. "You never know what you might miss."

In a swift movement, I made my way behind her. "What the—" Tashigi’s surprised exclamation was cut off as she turned around, her eyes widening in confusion.

I seized the opportunity, grabbing her cloak and pulling her closer. "Now, shock!" I declared with a smirk.

The electrical current surged through her body, sending a jolt of energy coursing from her core to the tips of her fingers.

As she convulsed from the shock, a flashback flickered in my mind—an echo from the past. I remembered King, the formidable ruler of the island, using the same move on me during our confrontation. His sinister grin as the current surged through me was a stark contrast to my own more controlled use of the technique.

Tashigi staggered back, stunned by the unexpected attack. As the electricity subsided, she collapsed to the ground, her cloak singed and her breathing heavy. I took a moment to appreciate the effectiveness of the move, a cool, confident smile playing on my lips.

"Captain!" one of the G-5 unit shouted, ready to defend their fallen leader. "What did you do to her?"

"Relax," I said, glancing at Tashigi. "She’ll be fine. Give her about ten minutes. When I got shocked, it was ten times worse. I was knocked out for two days."

"Get back here!" Smoker roared, stepping forward. Just as he was about to close the distance, I jumped into the air.

"Too slow, Smokey," I teased, a playful smirk on my face.

“Now Room!” Says Law, the blue orb of Law’s Room enveloped his surroundings along with the G-5’s ship, I floated down towards him, my gaze locked on his. Law’s smirk widened as he took in my approach.

“Princess, why don’t you sit on those steps and wait for me to wrap this up?” he suggested, his voice smooth and inviting.

I tilted my head slightly, my gaze fixed on Law with a teasing glint. “So, is this your way of telling me to be a good girl and stay out of trouble?” I said, stepping closer and letting my fingers trail lightly over his arm. “Or are you just hoping to keep me close so you can watch over me?”

Law’s smirk grew, his eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of amusement and desire. “I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting too long,” he murmured, his voice a smooth, seductive whisper. “I have some ideas for us later that I think you’ll enjoy. And while the coat looks stunning on you, I can’t help but imagine how much better it would look on my cabin floor.”

A flush of warmth spread across my cheeks at his words, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. “Law…” I whispered, struggling to maintain my composure, though a smile curled at the corners of my lips.

Law's gaze locked onto mine, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I heard about the message you sent with Bepo,” he said, his tone smooth and deliberate. “You mentioned wanting more than just flowers next time. Don’t worry—I’m more than willing to make sure your next request is met with something far more memorable.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “So, keep close, Y/N. I intend to make good on that promise, and believe me, I’ll ensure it’s something you won’t soon forget.”

Laws POV…

5 Min Earlier…

As Y/N dealt with Tashigi, my attention had been seized by Sanji carrying a head—the Samurai’s head. The realization struck me with sudden clarity. “I’m not letting them get away!” I muttered urgently, the gravity of the situation fueling my determination.

Without Y/N noticing, I quickly created a new Room, my blade moving with precise efficiency. I executed four punctured shots, each one expertly extracting the hearts of Y/N’s crewmates.

“Now, Shambles!” I commanded. The room shifted as the extracted hearts were swapped, resulting in a disorienting exchange that left Y/N’s team grappling with the sudden change.

As Y/N dodged Smoker’s attack, the procedure was completed. A smirk curled at the edge of my lips as I observed the chaos unfolding. The switch was subtle enough to remain unnoticed, a secret I intended to keep hidden for now.

Present… Laws POV…

I turned back to face the Marines, a smirk still playing on my lips. “So, keep close, Y/N. I intend to make good on that promise, and believe me, I’ll ensure it’s something you won’t soon forget.” With a final, lingering glance at her, I turned my attention back to the chaos unfolding before me.

“What the hell is the meaning of this, Law!” Smoker’s voice roared over the din. His frustration was palpable, but it was clear I had the upper hand.

Now, Tact!” I commanded, and the G-5 ship tilted upside down, with its contents floating weightlessly in the air.

“Bastard!” Smoker roared. “Give me back my ship!”

“Uhh, fine,” I said, my tone almost dismissive as I manipulated the Room

“Seriously?” said the G-5 unit, astonished by how quickly I complied.

Y/N’s teasing voice cut through the tension. “Wow, Law, that was rather quick. Looks like you really are keeping up on your word.”

I glanced at her, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. “Well, I do try to keep things interesting,” I said, my tone playful but with an edge of seriousness.

“Now, let me make one last adjustment,” I said with a mischievous glint in my eye. I sliced through the Room with a decisive movement, splitting the ship cleanly in half. The vessel began to separate, its halves slowly descending.

“He’ll crush us!” one of the G-5 unit soldiers yelled in panic. “Run away!”

Chaos erupted as the G-5 soldiers scrambled to escape. I continued slicing through the air with precise, fluid motions. The mountain’s peak was also cleaved, causing debris and fragments to rain down.

“That ability is way too strong,” a soldier muttered in awe and fear. “Yeah, and the guy creeps me out.”

“I don’t think so. None of you are going anywhere,” I said, my voice calm and collected as I manipulated the floating objects with ease.

“He turned our ship into abstract art!” another soldier exclaimed, incredulous.

“Well, it does have a certain flair,” Y/N called out, her tone playful. “Law, I never knew you had such artistic features.”

I glanced at Y/N with a smirk. “I have many talents. Keeping you entertained is just one of them,” I said, my eyes twinkling with a mix of confidence and amusement.

"Hey, you work for the government too, bud! And just now, you broke the contract by causing us trouble!" one of the soldiers shouted angrily. "Wait until we tell HQ about this! You're going to lose your title!"

Looking up at the soldiers with a nonchalant expression, I shrugged. "See how much I care," I said dismissively.

"Now, Scan," I commanded, and a blue light emanated from my sword as I began to scan the objects in my vicinity. I focused on the transponder snails, which were crucial for their communication.

Grasping the transponder snails in the air, I removed them from each soldier and let them drop onto the steps with a soft thud. "Give those back!" one of the soldiers demanded.

"Oops," Y/N said with a smirk. "Looks like you’re out of transponder snails. And we certainly can’t have you calling HQ on Law now, can we?"

As I turned, I saw Y/N approaching with a determined look. With a swift, decisive movement, Y/N shattered the transponder snails with her sword. The snails burst into flames, their fiery destruction lighting up the scene.

"Not anymore," Y/N said coolly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched the transponder snails burn.

Turning back to the Marines, I let my smirk widen. “I can’t let you reveal what you’ve seen here. This island’s secrets will remain just that—secrets.”

“Warlord or not, you’ve pushed yourself too far this time,” Smokey shouted, his voice dripping with defiance.

“Yeah, Smokey!” another added. “Show him that G-5 means business!”

Smoker charged at me, his movements sharp and precise. I effortlessly dodged his attack, watching as the G-5 unit fell to my slicing strikes. “Don’t let him cut you, men!” Smokey barked, but it was futile—his soldiers were already in disarray.

“Get out of the circle!” Smokey shouted desperately. “As long as you’re in the circle, you’re a patient on an operating table! Law’s the surgeon of death! He can control anything in his operating room at will!”

“Tra—Trafalgar Law!” Smokey roared. “You’ve left me no choice!” Tashigi lunged at me with determined anger.

Noticing Y/N approaching, I raised a hand to signal her to stay put. I locked eyes with Y/N, letting a smirk play on my lips. “Princess, why don’t you let me handle this? After all, I wouldn't want to see you get ruffled when I can take care of everything.”

I stepped closer, my tone dropping to a low, commanding whisper. “Just stay put and watch, and when I’m done, I’ll make sure to give you my full attention. But right now, be a good girl and let me take control. I promise, you’ll like what comes next.”

With a lingering look that left little to the imagination, I turned away, ready to deal with the chaos. “Remember, Princess, patience has its rewards. And I fully intend to reward you later.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. “Who are you, and what have you done to the Law I knew two years ago?”

I gave her a slow, confident smile, stepping closer until I was just inches away. “That Law was just getting started, Princess. I’ve had time to refine my tactics, to become even more precise in getting what I want.” My voice dropped to a low, enticing whisper as I gently tilted her chin up with my finger. “And right now, what I want is standing right in front of me.”

I held her gaze, letting the tension build before adding, “So, stay close, Princess. I’m far from finished with you.”

Sanjis POV…

I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in my gut as I watched Y/N with Law. The idea of leaving her behind with him, even for a moment, filled me with frustration. How could I just abandon her like that? I raged internally, torn between the need to ensure her safety and my own sense of duty.

Nami, sensing my turmoil, placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Sanji. Y/N is strong and she can handle herself. Besides, Law won’t let anything happen to her either. I’m sure he’s got feelings for her.”

Hearing that made my frustration flare up again. “Feelings for her? So, I’m just supposed to accept that?” I thought, feeling a pang of jealousy. That guy’s got nothing on me!

As we continued to run, the samurai’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Wait! Leave me behind!”

I stopped abruptly, turning to face him with a determined expression. “No can do! We need to find a way out of here!”

The samurai’s face was etched with urgency. “You don’t understand! That man out there with your friend... He was the one who cut me into three pieces!”

I stared at him, my jaw tightening. “What did you just say?” My voice was sharp, disbelief and anger mixed in my tone. “Law did that to you? Are you sure?”

The samurai nodded, his expression pained. “Yes! He’s the one who used that power of his to slice me apart.

But then, out of nowhere, a strange sensation washed over me. I felt a tugging at my very being, as if my consciousness was being yanked from my body. Suddenly, I found myself looking out from Nami’s eyes.

“Whoa! Nami’s body... it’s incredible!” I thought, stunned by the unfamiliar sensations. Her figure was a distraction, to say the least. I swooned slightly, unable to help myself from being mesmerized. “Wait a second… if I’m in Nami’s body, who’s in mine?”

The answer came quickly. I looked down at my own body—no longer mine but Chopper’s. Chopper was now staring out from my body with wide eyes. Franky, meanwhile, was now in Chopper’s body, and Nami was awkwardly standing in Franky’s massive form.

“Umm, are you guys okay?” one of the children asked, their voice tinged with confusion.

I snapped back to reality, trying to focus despite the chaos. “Now’s not the time to worry about this, guys. We need to find a back door exit as soon as possible!”

With that, we set off again, our mismatched bodies making the run even more chaotic.

Y/N POV…

If anyone had told me this was the same Law from Sabaody—the one who had been more reserved and focused on action rather than words—I’d have been skeptical. But now, witnessing him command the battlefield with such ruthless efficiency, it was clear he had set the bar extraordinarily high. His presence was imposing and his actions spoke volumes.

I glanced behind me, concerned for Sanji, Nami, Chopper, and Franky, along with the kids. “Hang on, guys... I’ll catch up with you soon,” I muttered, focusing back on Law and Tashigi.

Law’s next move was swift and brutal. He cut Tashigi in half with a single, clean stroke. “Captain! No!!!” one of the G-5 soldiers shouted in horror as Tashigi’s sword also snapped in two. “Damn you! Damn you, Trafalgar!” Tashigi screamed, her voice a mixture of pain and anger.

Law’s eyes glinted with a dangerous light. “I could cut you up some more,” he said, his tone chilling. Just as his blade was about to descend further, Smoker intervened, his sword clashing with Law’s in a fierce exchange.

While Law and Smoker fought, the G-5 soldiers hurried to take Tashigi away. “Wait, let me go!” Tashigi protested, but a soldier insisted, “Forget it, we’re dead weight if we stay!” They exited the blue orb, keeping a safe distance but remaining close enough to watch the fight unfold.

Law, undeterred, began making stone spikes rise from the ground. Smoker dodged them with difficulty, trying to get a handle on the situation. “Why are you doing this?” Smoker demanded, his frustration evident. “Why are you on this island?”

Distracted by the question, Law created one last stone spike, which managed to block Smoker's path. With a quick movement, Law poked out Smoker's heart, encasing it in a clear square box where it continued to beat rhythmically. Smoker collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The blue orb began to flicker and fade as Law picked up Smoker’s heart with a satisfied smirk. Turning to me, he said smoothly, “Now shall we head inside, Princess?”

. YALL!!! When it tell you!!! Some of these scenes had me FERAL WHEN WRITTING THEM. I WAS LIKE WAITTTT WAITTTT!!! LMFAOOOO. Law calling you princess for the plot, and since that is your title after all hehehehe. With this chapter I added the Law POV and Y/N POV, along with Sanji POV… Dont worry because next chapter we will be getting more Sanji POV… but this time hes in Nami’ body. We will continue to get more of Laws POV as well. And who knows maybe theres going be a little something something there (hehehe). Thank you guys so much for reading and following along. Thank you for the follow, likes, comments, and more! Stay tuned for the next chapters tomorrow!

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