context: your wife just can’t get enough of you <3
cw: heavy cunnilingus, pussydrunk cantarella, squirting, overstimulation, involvement of aphrodisiacs, not proofread sob
this is so short but i just HAD to write for her.
nsfw utc, MDNI!
your wife loved creating her own little mixtures of surprises in a bottle. wether it involved poisons, sleep aid, sedatives or… aphrodisiacs.
and she loved trying them out on herself. never on you. she wouldn’t dare in her wildest dreams. of course, the poisonous ones barely affected her due to her resistance but the more… „playful“ ones on the other side…
„ca- ah-!! i-i can’t-!!“
they had a rather strong effect on her.
when you were sprawled over the sofa in front of the aquarium with your wife‘s tongue lapping up every possible fluid that she drains you of, concentrating became a bit hard. especially after your fifth orgasm, legs quivering around the matriarch‘s head as she committed herself to the sweet dish in form of your pussy before her.
groaning. nails digging into the plush of your thighs as they keep you strictly spread open for her mouth to feast on. the purple lipstick already sticking to your inner thighs. the same thighs that were covered in your own slick from you spraying your arousal over her face.
yet she was still hungry.
but can we blame her?
the sex potion she dunked down earlier to your arrival just made it impossible for her to resist you. the moment you stepped foot into the room she was all over you. hands only getting rid of the most important stuff before shoving you butt-naked onto the sofa where her ancestors used to handle out important deals, negotiations and… assassinations.
only for cantarella fisalia to eat the living daylights of her wife out on them. the satin was soaked to the brim with your slick, just as the rest of you.
just how she likes it.
she loves the little mess she always reduces you to.
glassy eyes. smeared makeup. hands that didn’t know where to hold on. a swollen clit that was screaming for her lips to treat it to another massage.
you were so utterly perfect like this.
and the aphrodisiac seemingly worsened it. only making you seem like heaven incarnate to her. did your juices always tastes this good?
she wasn’t sure. didn’t care enough.
all she cared about was drinking you up the like the finest liquor stored in her cellar. your cum coating the flickering tacet mark on her tongue as she quite didn’t notice the jellyfishes that started to idly float around the room.
eyes rolling into the back of your pretty head when her two thumbs spread you open for her tongue to plunge into your warmth. you didn’t even wanna know about the servants listening to the pleasured cries of the matriarch‘s wife.
but you also didn’t care.
not when with your cum gushing over her mouth once again. what didn’t fit down her throat was now running down her chin and dripping over her beautiful tits, which you will have to clean up late of course.
with your own tongue.
don’t get fooled and think she is already done with you! she didn’t even get the chance to rub her own wet cunt over your own as if you were just a mere toy for her to get off to.
the sweetest poison inside porto-veno castle will always be you.
» marriage out of love, loving Cantarella, making out, loving sex
❣ Wife!Cantarella who is so in love and so happy to be loved in return that she doesn't even try to hide it, not only becoming even more clingy but also growing used to show you and your relationship off in not so subtle ways at any chance she gets
❣ Wife!Cantarella who, from the moment you have promised each other to marry has been unable to stop eyeing your matching rings, getting mesmerised by how far she has made it in life, how now she has someone to relay on, someone to love and someone that loves her too
❣ Wife!Cantarella who always kisses with gentleness right before the passion, who keeps her lips against yours until she runs out of breath before pulling away just enough to breath, who's feels a shiver run down her spine when she can feel your breath against her skin, who bites her lips when she is starting to feel turned on
❣ Wife!Cantarella who always takes the time to have a small and peaceful chats with you, before going to bed, she sits down at your side, legs crossed and bouncing one in idly as she hears you talk about your day, playing with your hair or hand gently, eyes fixed on you with the most loving gaze, ready to hum a lullaby and help you relax if you need it, to kiss your stress away and just be there to help you like you always do for her
❣ Wife!Cantarella who always take your hands and lead you through the now peaceful castle, your shared home, playfully dancing around, not letting go of your hands and filling the air with your shared laugh, who's playful antics always end up in a kiss or two, or rather, to make out sessions
❣ Wife!Cantarella who's eyes seem to be unable to get out of you, who's hands always finds yours, who's body always turn to your side, who takes every chance she has to cling to your side, to step as close as she can and remind you how much she truly loves you
❣ Wife!Cantarella who smiles to herself whenever she is wandering through your shared house and reminds all those times you have made her yours over all those rooms, who as long as you two can have enough privacy has never had troubles with becoming yours right where you were, who doesn't care as long as her beloved spouse fills her completely and fill her pretty womb, as long as you don't stop kissing her and your hands hold her like if you were meaning to never let go of her she doesn't care where you two are
❣ Wife!Cantarella who's kisses always come accompanied with clinginess, her hands tangling with your hair as she whimpers softly under the kiss, a quiet plea to don't let go yet, to please stay close to her at least a little longer, who when you accept to don't let go yet immediately jumps into the opportunity, grabbing her arms around you to bring you even closer, bringing one legs between yours to try and get even closer, to make sure you are enjoying the moment just as much as she does
❣ Wife!Cantarella who's obsessed over the idea of taking time, to kiss like if you have all the time in the world, to let your hands and lips roam all over her body all you may please, to let you explore her and memorize her skin and weak spots to heart, to let you unwrap all her secrets like if you own her and let you use all that things you learn to make her become a complete puddle, to make her legs shake, to make her pussy wet and clench over nothing but the anticipation, all for her beloved spouse
❣ Wife!Cantarella who also knows your weak spots to heart, who knows exactly how to turn you on, who may be trying to to tease you and get your attention enough so you will take your wife to the bedroom and make her yours again, and yet whose words are always filled with love and touches coming with gentleness, who would never tease you where there are prying eyes because seeing you getting turned on is a privilege only your beloved wife gets
❣ Wife!Cantarella who is unable to truly express how much love she truly holds for you, who would be able to cry just because of how happy you truly make her feel, who wishes to make you feel as happy and loved as you always make her feel so she ends up doing a lot for you, who's is more than happy to work on you with her boobs or rub her wet pussy over your length, who would bend down, raise her pretty ass for you any time you ask, who would ride you or even let your hold her hips up when she can't think properly anymore
❣ Wife!Cantarella who will always love when you fuck her no matter how because she is so full of love for you, so addicted to you and your love, who is just hoping with all her heart that you can feel as loved as she feels whenever you touch her because, in her eyes, you deserve the whole world and more
Saw a gif of pov with Cantarella bouncing on your lap and her boobs jiggling in your face and it gave me..... needs
So here's a super short drabble applicable to any woman you want (I have written down some of my choices), can imagine Y/n with either a strap or cock both work
Her voice came in short, breathy gasps, her arms wrapped around your neck, fingers gripping your hair and her head thrown back as she undulated on your lap. Her hips sought yours, moving with fervor, sounds of skin slapping against skin resounding in the room. Your own hands gripped her hips, squeezing her plump ass and thighs as you helped her move.
Your face was buried in her ample chest, snuggled between her plentiful breasts as she took her pleasure from you, her scent filling your senses, the soft fleshy mounds bouncing with her movements. You urged to touch them, to kiss and suck, but she held you too close and too tight, lost in her own revelry as she approached her release. Not that you were complaining, this sensation itself was exquisite beyond words, after all.....
Your body is burning up, you’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, whimpering and crying for Cantarella, and yet she still won’t touch you.
“Please,” you whine, you try to reach for her, only to tug uselessly at the rope tying your wrists above your head.
“Shh, precious girl,” Cantarella coos at you, her touch is cold against your cheek as she brushes away a tear. “Didn’t you beg for this? Beg to be my test subject?”
You had. You’d been so confident, too. You’d thought the aphrodisiac would be a fun thing, like foreplay; you didn’t expect this burning, unrelenting need.
Cantarella settles more firmly between your thighs. The frills of her dress brush against your oversensitive inner thighs. She reaches between your thighs, and you gasp and squirm. She’s still fully dressed, and you’re naked, tied, and practically drooling slick across her fingers. The dichotomy makes you shiver. She lifts her fingers to show you the wetness on them, and you clench around nothing.
“Please please, Cantarella,” you’re babbling now. She smiles sweetly, then leans in to kiss you, muffling your pleas. You feel the thrum of her tacet mark against your tongue.
“Alright, I suppose I’ve tormented you enough,” Cantarella muses. She presses between your thighs, stroking before sinking two fingers into you. You pant, arch your back, and roll your hips into her touch. “I’ll give you what you need so desperately.”
Can I get uhhhh..... Zani and Cantarella (separate) being married to a royal (like fifth in line for the throne) from a distant nation and Rover finding out when she meets the man himself when he comes to vist his wife. Like Ella is just flirtily with everyone but the moment her man is back she’s just... clingly. (That girl is touch starved you cannot convince me otherwise.)
The real shocker is Zani, because she catches Rover ‘flirting’ with the reader and the employee is suddenly very possessive in a classy but intimidating way. Commenting casually that the reader is her man and she’s not sharing so back the fuck-
“Between My Hands and No Other’s”
Tags: Zani x Reader, Cantarella x Reader, Male!Reader, Established Relationship, Secret Marriage Reveal, Protective Partner, Possessive Behavior (Classy But Intense), Touch-Starved Partner (Cantarella), Soft Domestic Moments, Public Display Of Affection (PDA), Subtle Power Dynamics, Fluff With A Side Of Tension, Mild Jealousy.
Warnings: Mild Possessiveness, Public Confrontation (Verbal), Intense Stares/Intimidating Behavior (Zani), Overt Physical Affection (Cantarella), Light Power Imbalance, Implied Authority/Power That Could Turn Dangerous, Minor Social Tension Between Characters.
Ragunna’s Averado Bank was built to intimidate—vaulted ceilings, marble floors, and the kind of silence that made footsteps echo like accusations. You stepped inside, accompanied by your retinue, the faint gleam of your signet ring catching in the light. Being fifth in line to a royal throne wasn’t a title that turned heads everywhere, but here, people noticed.
Zani noticed first.
She stood by the reception desk, immaculate as always—white shirt pressed to perfection, red ribbon tied with military precision, high-waisted black pants hugging her form, and that ever-present cape draping elegantly from her shoulders. Pale skin, dark red eyes, black horns curving upward… She looked every inch the Montelli family’s most formidable employee.
And, of course, your wife.
A fact no one here—not even Rover—knew.
Rover was leaning against one of the marble columns, chatting with a junior banker. She spotted you and brightened immediately, striding over with the easy grin of someone who had no idea what she was walking into.
“Well, well,” she said, eyes twinkling. “Didn’t expect to see royalty gracing the bank today. What’s the occasion? Missing me already?”
It was harmless teasing, the kind Rover threw at everyone. You chuckled, replying in kind, but before you could answer, the faint click of heels cut through the air.
Zani’s approach was slow, deliberate—the kind of pace that said she wasn’t in a rush, but you’d better be ready to listen. The shadow of her cape fell across you before she stopped at your side, her gloved hand coming to rest lightly on your shoulder.
“Your Highness,” she greeted, voice smooth but edged with steel. “I wasn’t informed you’d be visiting today.”
“Surprise,” you said, smiling at her.
Her gaze didn’t linger on you, though. No—those crimson eyes locked onto Rover with the precision of a hawk sighting prey.
“Rover,” she said evenly, “I see you’ve met my husband.”
It was a casual enough sentence… until the weight of the last two words sank in. Rover froze.
“…Your husband?” she repeated slowly, looking between you and Zani as if trying to reconcile the idea with reality.
“Yes,” Zani replied, voice still perfectly polite, perfectly calm. “Mine. And I don’t share.”
The statement was delivered with such smooth finality that the room seemed to drop a degree in temperature. Zani’s hand tightened on your shoulder—not painfully, but enough to remind you that the grip could turn into an unbreakable hold if needed.
Rover blinked, mouth opening to explain that she’d just been joking, but Zani continued before she could.
“I’m sure you meant no harm,” she said, that faint smile not reaching her eyes, “but I would suggest exercising… care… with your words. Especially toward what belongs to me.”
The silence stretched just long enough for Rover to nod stiffly and mutter something about work before retreating.
When she was gone, Zani turned to you, the faintest flicker of softness replacing the intimidation in her eyes.
“You should have told me you were coming,” she murmured. “I would have met you at the gates.”
“Wouldn’t be a surprise then,” you teased.
Her lips curved ever so slightly. “Perhaps. But surprises invite misunderstandings… as you just saw.”
Still, she didn’t remove her hand from your shoulder. In fact, as she led you deeper into the bank, her other hand found yours—an uncharacteristic display of affection in public, but one she clearly wasn’t letting go of any time soon.
The Fisalia estate was a masterpiece of opulence and quiet menace—ornate gates twined with flowering vines, halls scented faintly of exotic blooms, and a lingering taste of salt in the air, as if the ocean itself had claimed the place.
You arrived on a bright afternoon, your carriage rolling to a stop at the front steps. Being fifth in line to a throne wasn’t a position that demanded constant attention, but when visiting another nation’s most infamous family, it came with an entourage and an announcement.
Rover, who’d been helping deliver a package to the estate, happened to be there when you stepped out. She blinked at you, then grinned.
“Well, if it isn’t royalty,” she said, leaning casually against the carriage doorframe. “Didn’t expect to see you in Fisalia territory. What brings you here? Sightseeing? Or maybe you’re here for the company—”
Before she could finish, a soft, melodic voice drifted down from the top of the steps.
“My dear.”
Cantarella Fisalia descended like the tide—graceful, deliberate, her lavender hair flowing with light blue streaks that caught the light like ripples over water. Her parasol twirled lazily in one hand, the sapphire at her throat catching the sun. Those vivid blue eyes locked onto you and seemed to glow with recognition.
Rover actually stepped back at the sudden change in atmosphere. Cantarella didn’t so much walk to you as she did drift, her presence as fluid and irresistible as the sea itself.
When she reached you, she didn’t hesitate. The parasol closed with a soft click and was hooked over her arm; then her hands found yours, fingers lacing together as if she’d been waiting years for this moment.
“You’re early,” she said softly, the faintest note of delight in her voice. “Were you too impatient to wait for me to visit you?”
You smiled. “Guilty.”
She leaned in, her forehead brushing against yours, voice dropping to a private murmur that somehow still carried to Rover’s ears. “Good. I’ve been drowning without you.”
Rover’s eyes widened slightly. “Wait—hold on. You two are…?”
Cantarella turned her head slowly, regarding Rover with polite curiosity—as though only now realizing someone else was present. “Married,” she said simply. “To him. Did you not know?”
Rover’s mouth opened and closed. “I… no. I didn’t.”
Cantarella tilted her head, that ethereal smile curling at the edges. “Then you must forgive me. I am not usually so… forward… in front of strangers. But my husband has been far away, and I…” She trailed off, looking back at you with such raw adoration that it made the air feel warmer. “I miss him too much to pretend otherwise.”
Her hands slid up to cup your face, thumbs brushing along your jaw. “Walk with me,” she urged, already steering you toward the gardens. “I’ve prepared tea. And I’ll not be letting go of you for the rest of the day.”
Rover stood frozen as the two of you disappeared into the estate, Cantarella’s parasol bobbing gently over her shoulder. She had seen Cantarella flirt before—light, airy, with strangers and allies alike. But this? This was something different. The dreamweaver of Fisalia clung to you as though you were her anchor in a world that constantly tried to pull her under.
By the time you reached the garden, Cantarella had looped her arm through yours, her body pressed close. She poured tea with one hand, refusing to release the other.
“You’ll stay the night,” she murmured as she set your cup down. “And the next. And the next, if I have my way. Your kingdom can do without you for a while.”
Her smile was sweet, but her grip on your hand was firm—a gentle chain you had no desire to escape.
Cw: poisoning, yandere, scared reader, mostly gn terms
First longer-ish fic I’ve written, sorry if it’s not thought out well. Honestly I was just running on how horny I am for this woman. Reader in this is drugged, so that’s why they don’t freak out when told they’ve been poisoned. I know me and all five Cantarella fans cheered for this.
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You really shouldn’t be doing this.
Sitting across from cantarella at the table, watching as she sips her tea politely is when that realization truly sets in. The first thing that you brain thinks about is that you have now betrayed the Montelli family, breaking your oath just from being here. That thought alone is enough to make your blood run cold—the Montelli’s are kind, but not endlessly so. To let you go after this would be foolish, so if you were found after this meeting, you would surely be…swiftly handled.
The second is that, you don’t know if you’re even going to make it out of this house alive. Your eyes flicker down to the tea in your cup, watching as the liquid swirls around in hues of purple and blue. There isn’t much liquid left, most of it already drunk by you and all your naivety. You can only mentally curse yourself, accepting tea from The Dame so easily. Your unsure if your heart pounding in your chest is your own nerves or whatever poison she has decided is fit for you, if you will perish like some of the members of your family are thought too.
“Do not like the tea? I made sure to use my better blends for today.”
For such a smooth voice, it has a way of sending a shiver down your spine. Despite yourself, you straighten your back, facing her with dignity you’re not sure you have. “It was wonderful, the Fisalia family always supplies the best in Rinascita.” You try your best to keep your tone calm, sanded down as to not offend your host.
“Ah, that always pleases me to hear,” Cantarella smiles, painted lips pulled thin as she places her teacup down with a clink. “I supposed I should deliver some pleasing news to you as well. Your drink is not lethally poisoned.”
You didn’t bother with a response this time around, the only indication is a slight hitch in your breath.
“Now of course I know that raises questions in your mind, my dear. Yes, not lethally. I handpicked the flowers and herbs in my garden that wouldn’t result in your untimely demise.” Cantarella’s relaxed tone is horrifying as she speaks to you, acting like it’s the most common thing in the world. You still don’t offer a response to her, your mouth feeling suddenly dry.
“Well? Are you going to respond?”
“…why..? Is there a reason you…poisoned me?”
You don’t even notice when she makes her way over to your side of the table, her fingers grasping your chin to pull it up towards her. She’s gentle, that you notice. Her nails are long, and extremely sharp—but her grip is gentle, soothing almost.
“You’re a Montelli, and while you did go behind your beloved family’s backs to meet with me today, you’re still not very trustworthy. I can’t afford to have you scurrying off, leaving me before I get every last piece of information out of you. This poison just allows me to just that.”
She takes a moment, to let her eyes study you. Her gaze, like everything else about her, is its own unique form of terrifying. Looking into her gaze is like staring into the ocean, forever blue and endless but also powerful. Powerful enough to leave you dead on the spot, right here if she so chooses.
“But I won’t die..?” You try to not focus on the way your hands shake as you ask her that question, trying your best to keep your gaze strong in the face of her own.
“Of course not, my dear,” Cantarella pulls you up from your seat, her hand wrapping itself around you waist to tug you towards her. You never realized how numb your legs were, how hard it is to stand until the only thing stopping you from falling is her. “You far more useful when you’re alive, jellyfish.”
“Jellyfish..?”
You watch her smile widen, but only by a twinge. “Yes, jellyfish. They are such delicate creatures, floating endlessly with no direction…much like you,” she seems to pull you impossibly closer, your chest pressed against hers. You can’t stop yourself from leaning into it, the tiredness setting in quickly. “But that lack of direction can be changed.”
Every nerve wants to shove her away, to scramble back outside the door of this wretched house, but your limbs feel like lead. Your whole body feels exhausted now, the adrenaline in your blood finally slowing down after being overworked for hours at this point.
“You can do great work here, where you will be appreciated for your skills.” You don’t resist much as she leans down, her lips whispering into your ear like a sirens call. “Your new direction will be for the family…for me.”
Barely clinging to consciousness, you can only observe as she leans back, watching your form slump even deeper.
“Sleep now, jellyfish. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, so don’t disappoint.”
cantarella adores when you come to visit her in porto-veno castle. it's a cold place, filled with endless trauma that's been there for generations. even after the threnodian whispers are no more, the memories have never disappeared. the frequencies within porto-veno castle continue to circle, the sea of ghosts will never be forgotten.
but then you come along, visit her every chance you get just to see her and she always greets you with that small and soft smile. her elegance never fades as she offers her hand to you and you take it, feeling her colder touch against your warm skin. she always leads you to her study where you can have a moment of privacy, offering you sweet delights or any type of tea she's gotten from across solaris-3.
she tells you that every single time you visit, the castle becomes easier to breathe in and it becomes warmer. your presence soothes her and allows her to be herself without the need of showcasing strength and nobility. she will always caress your cheek with adoration, looking deeply into your eyes. she will ask if she can kiss you, only moving forward when you say yes or move closer to her. because you'll always have a choice with her since she and other girls from fisalia family never had: they had to survive, it wasn't a choice. that's why she always asks if she can kiss you, hug you, touch you.
after all, you are the only warmth within this castle whenever you visit and she will not allow the depths of the abyss to take you from her.
