Getting back into my arcane bag with the best couple in the show! this is something I just came up with in the middle of the night so ofc itâs not proofread. Enjoy!
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Vi being a nuisance because caits team is still in the gym since theyâre so good and made it to playoffs. Vi has been bugging her everyday and cait getting sick of her bugging but also doesnât mind it so she allows it because atleast sheâs talking to her.
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*Vi walks into 3rd period APUSH and sits next to Caitlyn and Maddie. Vi hates Maddie but is forced to sit next to her because of Caitlyn. The only reason Vi sat by them is because she thought cait looked smart.*
Vi takes her seat with her loud headphones blasting love scars by trippie red.
âhey cupcake!!â Vi almost screams with an excited look on her face while taking out her note book, eyes focused on the whiteboard with the daily warm up. Caitlynâs face turns into a scowl but quickly changes it to meet Vi at her hyper energy. Vi takes off her headphones as soon as she sees Caitlynâs face, realizing sheâs being loud. She isnât always like this, actually sheâs never happy to be in this class. Cait knew exactly where her happiness was coming from. âHi Vi, went does basketball season start? Or wasnât it supposed to start already?â Caitlyn asks genuinely interest about what response she would get from this seasoned player.
Vi gets excited about the topic and almost starts blabbing but instead says âGosh cait, it starts as soon as you and your goons get out of the gym!â
âMy goons?â Cait responded flabbergasted ââ you should be happy for us! We made history for the school, yâknow we made it to the playoffs.â
âI mean I guess, but really when does it end.â Vi starts to repeat the âwhen does it end partâ just to annoy cait.
âstop it.â Maddie chimes in.
Vi obviously keeps going with no regard for the other person at the table (Maddie)
Caitlyn finally answers her after enjoying her voice but is sick of the nagging âif we get as far as we should it should be over in late October.â
âOctober?! cupcake thats so far away. And yâknow your coach is annoying so I couldnât even walk in there with a ball! Ugh, itâs like you guys want me to forget all my skills and become bad at my sportââ her eyes shift over to Maddie.
âIâm sure you can come in, Iâll ask my coach just for you.â
Vi starts to blush, â really? You would do that just for me?â
âyeah, only for you..â Caitlyn responds in a hushed tone.
Today was your twenty fifth birthday. âGood morningâ armin said in a sing-song voice from beside you. Mind you, heâs 26, âhuhâ your sleepy voice muttered. âhappy birthday, babyâ he said with a warm smile. âThank you arminâ you said wanting to go back to sleep. You close your eyes knowing whats about to happen. suddenly youâre lifted off the bed.
You, your husband, and 5 year old son sit eating breakfast your husband made. âhappy birthday mommy!â your son shouts as if hes not right in front of you. âThank you, honeyâ you say while armin wiped whipped cream off your face. âdonât you get birthday licks on your birthday cause itâs your birthday on your birthdayâ your son says not taking one breath. You told him about birthday licks after he saw you watching and Instagram reel of two people fighting. Not wanting him to think this behavior was ok you told him about birthday licks. Explaining what birthday licks are and only to do it on someoneâs birthday was hard. he ended up just hitting you.
Armin looked intrigued by you and your sonâs bickering. âWhat are birthday licks?â he asked. âYou donât know?â it was silent for a second as you both stared at each other. âNo..? Should I?â
well duh. you said that part in your head though. âWell itâs when-â you were cut off by a phone ringing. âIâll be right back.â Armin said answering the phone. You thought it was weird but brushed it off. You picked up your son and said âwell, itâs just me and you now, huh?â. âyup!â He answered popping the p at the end.You headed to his room then yours to get ready for the day.
Pieck and Sasha had a whole day planned for you! Armin knew this so he decided to plan for when you got back. You looked absolutely stunning in your birthday outfit. This consisted of your black Christian Louboutinâs and your silk strapless black mini dress with a black silk bow to match. Armin was sitting on the bed with your son. âDo I look good?â Both stayed quiet. âHello earth to armin and Ryder! Do I look good?â You asked with an expecting tone. âYes mommy, you look good why did you take so long in the bathroom!â Ryder asked sounding kind of annoyed. âSo I could look this goodâ you responded to your son. âWhat does Daddy think, hm?â You ask giving your husband a flirtatious look. âYou look amazingâ deep down he was hiding his true feelings about how you looked. His thoughts werenât appropriate to say in front of your son.
Then you were on your way. âBye guys!â You hollered from the front door. âBye Mommy!â You heard back from them while walking out.
After Armin saw you leave he immediately started planning.
He sent Ryder off to uncle eren and auntie mikasaâs house then came back to set up. He started cooking your favorite meal and making a trail of rose petals from the entrance to the living room. the living room held a masseuse and a bottle of cold champagne. He was planning to give you the best night of your life.
Sasha was always curious about your love life. No details went unshared, but when you told her and Pieck that your intimacy was lacking they were shocked. âI wouldâve never known! I mean- Pieck do you see the way they look at each other? Basically eye-fucking?!â You are a little shocked at this statement. âWe do not eye-fuck! And be quiet! You have these people staring at us Sasha!â This wasnât a brunch conversation. Pieck obviously has to chime in, âY/n Sasha might be a little vulgar but you guys do have a certain look in your eyes when staring at each other. Itâs like you wanna do something but canât, almost like yearning or something.â You see what sheâs saying. âI guess we havenât been able to do anything since I had Ryder.â - you pause- â I could send Ryder to his uncleâs house and have Armin all to myself but-â Sasha cuts you off â Then do that! Send him off to have a sleepover with his uncle eren then you and Armin are all alone! and free to do whatever you want!â. âIâll see what I can do.â You say while sighing. âOuu here comes the foodâ Sasha whispers to herself.
Letâs just say a time was had! You, Pieck , and Sasha practically went everywhere. But right now you were leaving the club. It was 2am and you had not told armin where you were. He was so anxious. By the time you got home the food he cooked was cold and the masseuse had left, he was a little disappointed. Finally, your full figure opens the door. Armin popped up behind you with no sound. an audible scream came from you followed with âoh shitâ. âItâs just me Y/n, where were youâ his brows knotted. â I texted you,seeâ you showed him your phone just to realize your message didnât send. âIt didnât send.â Armin muttered. âIâm sorry babyâ you said kissing his lips and remembering what Pieck and Sasha said. â whereâs Ryder?â You asked, âAt eren and Mikasaâs house, I figured we could spend the rest of the day together but..â he looked at the clock showing 2:05 AM. You really wanted to make it up to him.
âAre you tired?â
âNo?â Armin looked confused
You held his hand and led him to the bathroom. Was he about to get lucky? Short answer- hell yeah!
You eventually saw to rose petals leading up to the tub. You looked back at him with a smile and soft look in your eye. Armins thoughts had become unnaturally lustful. maybe it was how you looked, maybe it was the time of day, or maybe just maybe it was the fact that the two of you havenât had sex in what seemed like forever.
You started to strip in front of your husband. All he did was watch you. With the water running you threw in some oils and lit a candle. All while being naked mind you- Armin is still watching. He ends up taking off his shirt and shorts and getting in the tub with you. The two of you are talking about your day when suddenly Armin starts groping your breast. You knew this was gonna happen- in fact you planned for this. He leans in and kisses the nape you your neck. A small moan escapes your mouth. feeling turned on you turn to fully kiss him. Your tongues are moving in harmony as you feel him get hard. Your hand snakes down into the bath water to touch him. He whimpers into your mouth as your finger moves over his tip. Your hand movements speed up while facing him and looking in his eyes. You decide to you with him a bit. â I really wanna thank you armin, I mean you didnât have to do all of this and Iâm really sorry I missed the stuff you had planned.â you look into his eyes as he tryâs to mutter an answer. âUse your words honeyâ you say in a teasing tone your hands are now full on stroking him as he squirms under you. âIt- It- fuckk, it was nothing Y-Ynâ he moaned out your name, a wide smile creeped on to your face. You say his abs flex and face scrunch up so you knew he was close, but you werenât done. You stopped, his eyes popped open â what happened?â he asked worryingly. âMy hands are tired armin.. I guess weâll have to find another way for you to finish.â You whine, he looked at your smug look and immediately knew what he had to do. This was your way of saying that you want him to really fuck you. âAlrightâ he says with a deep sigh.
The two of you got out the tub and dryed off when armin led you to the bedroom with more rose petals. Before you could appreciate it a stern voice told you to get on the bed. Your robe rose up giving armin a sneak peak of your pussy. You watched as he knelt down in front of you and spread your legs. His tongue dives into your folds like itâs nothing. One hand on his head and one gripping the sheets, you were having the time of your life. your moans were motavation to keep licking you like a lollipop. Eventually he starts poking fingers into you. One finger wasnât enough and you were used to two so you told him to really stretch you out with three. You back was arched like a cat in heat. You couldnât take anymore, with a loud moan you let it all out on his face. âminnâ you groaned but you knew you werenât done. After all, he had to enjoy himself too. he stood up and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, you deepened it. He climbs on top of you on the bed and you can see his dick painfully hard. He flips you around a smacks your ass then caresses it. You arched your back making your holes more accessible to him. He rubs his dick across your ass with a satisfied hum. â come on armin, put it in..â you said,slightly embarrassed that he was just staring at you. He did just what you said, slowly, with a deep grunt. Apparently you didnât remember how big he was, his dick had almost felt foreign. His hips quickly snap back and forth the only sound in the room is grunts, moans, and skin slapping against itself. âShittâ you drew out the word getting louder with each letter. Armin knew you were close so he kept going. He also felt a familiar knot in his stomach. Unknowingly you had creamed all over his lower stomach. He pulled out to cum on your back. âY/n? Baby?â You were knocked out. Who knew getting dicked down would put you to sleep so fast. Armin, feeling tired himself hurriedly got to rag to wipe the both of you off with kisses to your skin. It was now 5 AM armin was next to you with a warm embrace. âHappy Birthday baby.â He whispered into your ear.
â€ïž . . . 12k. fem!reader, set in 03â, established relationship, pregnant!reader, southern!eren, domesticity, difficult pregnancy / doubts, home birthing, marriage / vasectomy talk, mention of healthcare discrimination, lots of crying, oral ê° f. ê±, gentle sex kinda, lots of kisses! + affirmations, praise, thumb in bootay, unprotected, sensitivity play, choking, lactation ân eren tastes it oopsie, nasty talk, creampie, pet names ê° sweetie, baby, mama, papa ê±, spanking, daddy kink. minors aren't allowed! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. <3
ê° đđđâđâđ đđđĄđ ê± . . . officially obsessed w this couple so i couldnât help myself by writing a third part teehee. happy belated valentineâs day <3 visual.
baby . . . iâm lonely. think i wâna baby.Â
a conversation starter like that would only skyrocket the heart rate of any husband. eight years of marriage with just each other, and three with the addition of honeybelle, including the fifteen chickens, four piggies, and two baby goats on the farm alongside two of the cutest tawny cows you named tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum. every moment felt rewarding, so you questioned lately why you felt so . . lonely. for the longest time you didnât quite understand what you were missing. the life you lived with eren was perfect. it was romantic, soft, relaxing. you couldnât have asked for anything more.Â
tending to the animals on a warm sunny day, you hum tunes to yourself as the goats follow and nudge at your toffee cowboy boots, giggling and picking juicy strawberries from their stems, enjoying their company. waffles, the tan goat with blotches of white rolls serenely in the grass while the other, miss daisie, whoâs an all black goat with an almost heart-shaped spot on the surface of her skull, screams and sniffs at you, craving your attention. occasionally, youâll reach down to give affection to satisfy her.Â
a brown woven basket rests on the dip of your forearm, feet traveling along the iridescent field and dropping the fruit into a sea of fresh vegetables pulled off their roots from the garden, collecting just enough to make a few meals that require them.Â
that day you had an interesting epiphany. the gravel in your front yard dances along the tires of a red pickup truck that pulls into your home. a sweet friend of yours named bea drops by with her three-year-old toddler, jason. the tiny human dressed in dark washed overalls with a teal shirt underneath, and boots whom she lifts up and rests on her hip before entering the home.Â
â ê°âĄê±, darling. missed you so much. how are you?â instantly, sheâs embracing you into a tight hug, pulling away to admire your looks.Â
whenever she sees you, youâre radiant. cocoa skin, a shade darker than the last time she saw you, courtesy of the suns kisses. in few sections, your raven curls are wrapped in flawless fairy locs, styled half-up into an unruly bun. a silver heart locket containing your infamous black and white wedding day photo where eren dips you low in front of a willow tree around your neck, resting on the heat of your skin radiating a fragrance of vanilla bean. the minimal hairs on your body fuzzing up when the sunlight hits where you stand by the massive bay windows overlooking your landscape.Â
almond irises and beautiful full lips, slightly taller than bea by a full foot. rustic boots, an ivory flowy skirt that sits well on your curvy hips and cascades down to your ankles, pairing it with a white laced top and a matching bandana atop your head.Â
âiâm doing good. up to my usual pastime of holding down the fort and cooking,â you beam, scanning her from head to toe. âyou look gorgeous, how are you and the family?âÂ
beaâs a gorgeous woman. you notice her face is a bit chubbier, adorable pointed chin, button nose, and curly auburn hair that rests on her shoulders. caramel complexion, light voice and the prettiest hazel eyes. her son is an exact replica of her, catching a glimpse of the angel she made as he giggles and plays with honeybelle, her two inch tail wagging as she chases him around the dining room.Â
âjasonâs doing pretty well, weâre just coming from a doctorâs appointment, actually. just found out today that heâs going deaf in his right ear,â bea builds up the courage to weakly smile, your body pausing its movement from situating dried dishes, needing to get dinner started for eren.Â
âoh my goodness, iâm sorry to hear that,â frowning, you hold a hand over your heart, the sadness in your eyes unable to shield. âhow are you taking that?âÂ
âitâs okay, iâm okay. his overall health is what matters most to me. things like this are just something you have to prepare for being a parent,â she nods, glancing at her son. âheâs still happy as ever.â
âright,â you purse your lips. âthatâs good. iâm glad. heâs a sweetheart. and armin?âÂ
âyeah, heâs great. been working a lot more lately, for good reason. gotta cold right now so heâs been restinâ.âÂ
âoh no, i can drop a pot of chicken soup tomorrow if youâd like? i know youâve got that conference with the ladies at church cominâ.âÂ
bea takes a seat at one of the wooden chairs you have placed against the kitchen island, resting her chin into her palm as she graciously pouts. âyou are the sweetest, ê°âĄê±. i see why erenâs so smitten of you.âÂ
warmth flows to your cheeks from the mention of him, never changing.Â
âthe manâs a sap,â you roll your eyes, wedding ring shining in the light as you go to retrieve ingredients from the fridge alongside a gift you had for her.Â
âoh! almost forgot,â pulling out a basket, bea gasps as you place it in front of her.Â
the basket contains fresh milk from the cows placed into a carafe with a swing top to secure it, decadent, fist sized blueberry muffins you baked yourself, of course, wrapped in beeswax paper decorated with butterflies and leaves. even a few red apples and oranges picked from the garden, beaâs favorites.Â
âoh, honeybee, bless your soul. thank you!âÂ
you bow your head. â âcourse, i told you iâd have a lilâ treat for you.âÂ
grabbing a few extra base ingredients; packaged seafood from the farmers market and a bottle of wine, you go to pour yourself a glass. âyou wâna glass? iâm makinâ a big pot of seafood gumbo if you wâna stay and have dinner with us. erenâs been craving it.âÂ
âooh, iâd love to, but armin wants us home before sundown. he gets really fussy about me taking long distance drives without him, especially with jason.âÂ
âawe, heâs protective. erenâs kinda the same. he has a heart attack every time i run out for something. he taught me how to drive âbout two months ago, but iâm still kinda rusty. got me that buggy out front.âÂ
âi did see it! thatâs the cutest car ever. itâs about time you learnt how to get on the road.âÂ
you shrug. âmy anxiety was kickinâ my ass for the longest. i can still be his passenger princess. he knows not to get comfortable,â you grin smugly, the two of you sharing a laugh before you reach for the second glass for bea, only to have her wave her hand to reject.Â
âno wine for me, thanks. i canât.âÂ
âmm? how come?â brow raising in curiosity, you push the cork back inside, resting a hand on your hip that you pop out.Â
the dimple in her right cheek sinks in as she draws her lips inwardly, hands going down to her stomach, rubbing in a circle motion with bright eyes. your eyes dart from her baby bump she hid well underneath her black dress, up to her eyes again in shock. gasping, your hands go over your mouth.Â
âno fuckinâ way! oh my god, another one?!âÂ
âanother one! weâve been waiting to tell everyone, but iâm âbout four months out.âÂ
âholy shit, congratulations!âÂ
rushing around the counter, you give her a hug, rocking side by side. âoh wow, thatâs such good news. does jason know?âÂ
ânot yet, iâm kind of scared to tell him. although heâll notice when i start blowing up. he likes his own company. a sibling is a big change.âÂ
âi can understand that, i havenât any siblings so i adapted to that. i wouldnât mind having a sister or somethinâ.âÂ
âwhat about you?â bea suddenly questioned.Â
as you begin to chop up veggies, you stare at her confused.Â
âa baby. you guys been married for a long time. never thought about it?âÂ
thatâs the question of all questions, one youâve avoided your entire marriage. of course, itâs been discussed, the second year of your relationship actually. which is why you were strict on birth control given your equal sexual infatuation. it was too risky, so you took the safe option. for the longest time all you ever wanted was him, your home, and your animals. a baby was never in mind. you found it nauseating to think of, actually.
âitâs been talked about once or twice, but never to a point of coming to an agreement. erenâs okay with how our lives are now, and frankly, so am i. i donât see a baby for us, or any time soon. i donât dislike them, but iâm not so sure if iâm fit to be a mother. thereâs a lot of sacrifices that come with that.âÂ
bea nods understandingly, deciding to chalk the conversation and talk of other things. as you stir the roux until you get a perfect chocolate color, you chat with her until the sun sets, occasionally glancing at jason who sits on the ground coloring in his book, fluffy blond hair tousled around his small face. you canât help this odd feeling in your chest as you look at him, even when hearing bea talk about the new baby. you canât shake that hunch that maybe, just maybe, it could be a possibility. far away from now that is.Â
seeing your husband walk through the front door to greet your friend and kiss you on the cheek, attired in work clothes and watching him interact with the child with the widest smile on his face made your chest clench. tickling him after washing his hands, giving high fives and engaging in conversation with bea as he sits on the floor with him, right leg propped up while his large body leans down to color with him.Â
it almost made you tear up, wondering how heâd be with your child. heâs an amazing man, and your positively sure heâd be an even better father. it was a tough decision. the good thing about eren is that he was an attentive listener, action based, willing to understand your feelings and concerns while coming to a conclusion, knowing you have such a bad habit of closing in. so it made it easier to come to him about a lot of things that weighed on you.Â
sending off bea with a container of gumbo, you both say your goodnights to her, eren watching as she enters her car safely and drives away before shutting the door and pulling you in close for hugs and smooches. after having dinner, cleaning up and showering, in the plushness of your king sized bed, candles lit and law and order on play, thatâs when you bring the conversation up while applying shea butter to your legs anxiously.Â
easing in slowly, you decide to test the waters by saying something that, even though you were unsure of, was technically a true feeling.Â
âbaby . . . iâm lonely. think i wâna baby.âÂ
maybe you werenât fit to be a mother.Â
maybe this was punishment. that sinking fear you had for the entirety of your marriage about having children was right all along. you were scared. maybe this baby hated you, knew you werenât the right person to bring them into this world. thatâs why itâs been giving you the worst pregnancy known to man. or maybe your body just wasnât built to carry a child.Â
countless of doctors, a therapist even, and no one fixed that insecurity within the chromosomes of your brain. morning sickness should never start with âmorningâ, because itâs all day, every day damn near. you canât indulge in your favorite foods anymore, walking is painful because your feet are blown up and you can no longer fit half of your closet. you cry almost every single day, and you feel bad because eren constantly worries about you. itâs just as upsetting for him.Â
the incessant fatigue, headaches, backaches, occasional pelvic pain, heartburn, and multiple obgyn appointments of them telling you that all of your symptoms were normal, that there was nothing to worry about. neither of you were fond of the idea of taking tons of medications, and it became not only exhausting, but you felt embarrassed by how many times you had eren rushing you to your primary doctor.Â
the first trimester seemed to be the most difficult period to which you experienced the most discomfort. you figured it was natural given your body has never been in this state before, itâs slowly transitioning. this wasnât just a period with regular cramps, you were creating a child inside of you. that itself was terrifying, yet exciting. because in the end you know itâll be worth it. to see both of your faces morphed into one angelic being crafted out of love. this was your first baby, so of course you were preparing for possible difficulty. you just didnât think itâd be this bad.Â
youâd spend days on end researching and finding other women whose experiences were the same. it eased you to some degree to discover you werenât alone. then came the third trimester, and the horrible symptoms you faced from the start reappeared. you believe itâs because you were getting closer to birth.Â
hating the way your mind conjured up the worst thoughts, you found yourself falling into depression. eren did his best to make sure you had everything you needed. taking time off from work to tend to you. he wasnât the best in the kitchen, and sometimes youâd have to come help him, much better on the grill. even the extravagant ones he tried to surprise you with. though most of the time you could only eat half before you started to get nauseous.Â
he took care of the farm, carried you up and down the stairs, stayed up half the night at times to study healthy exercises to practice together, and continued therapy with you. he made the process so much better. always kissing you, telling you how beautiful you were even if you didnât feel it, gave you massages and ran you baths. even if all of it was sweet, you felt like a weakling. like he was your caretaker and you were an old ass lady.Â
only heâd reassure you after you weep and sniffle in your hands by saying, âmama, iâm your husband. iâm deeply in love with you, ân will always be. the very least i can do, especially when youâre doing the hardest fuckinâ part which is carrying our child, is take care of you. so stop all that cryinâ and come cuddle.âÂ
times when check ups were happy days, and you could see your baby on the monitor as the nurse rubs the transducer over your overgrown belly, that vertical dark streak on the middle the cutest thing erenâs ever seen, often kissing it as he placed his ear to your belly to feel the baby kick â turned bad. the baby was healthy, that was the great thing. sitting low in your belly just ready to be out the womb. itâs when the pain pummels harsher that causes concern.Â
one day theyâre telling you that your fine, then the next youâre having trouble breathing, sleeping, horrible tailbone pain and even worse pelvic pain. you think the worst part of it all is seeing the repeated stress on your husbands face. the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, forehead creases, brittle hair, it broke your fucking heart. to see him sitting beside you as he irritably bounces his right leg while clasping his hands together and leaning forward in an almost scolding manner. listening to the nurse reexplain shit youâve heard too many damn times.Â
their methods werenât working, and no matter how many times you expressed how you felt, it feels like it went through one ear and out the other. taking notice of it mostly when you came by yourself, and instantly you knew something was off. so you started coming with eren. youâve lived in this town for more than eleven years, on the outskirts of georgia at that. at times you forget that not everyoneâs empathetic, or open to the idea of you as a black woman. a pregnant one at that. you refused to take any more medicine. if an emergency labor needed to happen, you were willing to do whatever it takes.Â
then, eren finally snaps, because he knows itâs deeper than surface level shit.Â
âthere have been too many occurrences where my wife has informed yâall multiple times about the pain sheâs experiencing, and yâall brush it off ân tell her to go home, sleep it off, take this medication, rest. at this point, iâm startinâ to realize yâall arenât listeninâ to her pain. youâre blatantly ignoring what the fuck sheâs saying, and i donât mean to get disrespectful, so excuse me for my mouth, but iâm fed the fuck up.âÂ
âiâm sorry, mister yeager. thereâs not much else we can do but see how her body responds to ââ
eren hastily stands to his feet, and your eyes bulge in slight fear, reaching to grab his bicep as he keeps his focus on the perinatologist, surprise in his eyes from erenâs defense.Â
âi couldnât give less of a shit âbout any of that. the only, and i mean only time y'all show her some form of care for her health is when iâm here. every time when iâm not, iâm hearing stories âbout how y'all sending her home tellinâ her sheâs fuckinâ fine when sheâs not fuckinâ fine. i have to see this shit firsthand, not you. i know exactly what the fuck this is, do not play with me.âÂ
what makes this out of the ordinary is that youâve never heard eren raise his voice in your life. whenever he was upset, he usually spoke in a stern, collected manner. this made you uncomfortable, the bellow of his tone and even the shock in the nurseâs features. swallowing, you pick yourself up to outstretch your hand over your heavy belly and slowly slid off the geri, erenâs head cautiously knocking in your direction regardless of the tension in the room to help you.Â
his hand goes around your waist, giving you a look to ask if you were good before you nod in response, too embarrassed to eye the nurse and apologize out of uneasiness. that would only drive eren mad, knowing heâd tell you not to apologize for shit because he didnât deserve it. he could see it written on your face. you were too damn kind to those who werenât worthy.Â
âletâs go, baby. you are never cominâ back here. y'all better be damn lucky i ainât suinâ y'all.âÂ
the day was so vague you could remember him holding your hand as you waddled to the car, rubbing your belly and staring at the back of his head in silence. knowing he needed it for a minute. he secures you in before sitting in the drivers seat and sinking back to meditate, eyes shut and chest carefully rising and falling. nibbling at your lip, you rub his arm to transfer your soothing energy. your touch makes him crack a weak smile, turning his head as he lays back to stare at your pretty face.Â
eren rubs his thumb over your hand, bringing it up to kiss the back of it. âiâm sorry you had to see me raise my voice. i donât like gettinâ outta character in front of you. you know that.â
âit wasnât uncalled for, your emotions are valid. i appreciate you for protecting me. i think iâve long accepted that not many people care too much about specific womenâs health. itâs a sad realization, but i know iâll be okay,â you speak softly, bringing your face closer to his to rest with him. âweâll be okay. the baby is healthy, and pain is temporary.â
what comes next is almost scarier than this whole ordeal. eren takes a deep inhale, grabbing your face to press his forehead to yours before releasing a trembling breath, tears beginning to stream down his face as he cries. finally. locking it away to stay strong for you. the thump in your chest hurts, really fucking bad. witnessing your husband weep as he holds you, clenching his jaw, sniffling, and choking out a small cough. kissing your lips to tell you heâs okay was sentimental. he just wants the best for the both of you. the pain of a father and a husband.Â
youâve seen him cry, only one other time when his father passed away. the grief, hatred, and acceptance encased all into one as you held him in your arms by the fireplace on the living room floor, funeral clothing on you both, letting him take the time he needed. wiping his face, you kiss all over it, rubbing his broad back before giving him a warm embrace.Â
âitâs gâna be okay, sweetie,â a hand smooths down the back of his head, cringing at the greasiness of his scalp. âyou need a wash day.âÂ
both of you laugh in unison, eren sniffling and releasing a guttural âughâ as he clears himself up. âsorry, papa hasnât been givinâ sexy, blue collar country boy lately.âÂ
âshush, boy,â you giggle, sitting fully into your seat. you stroke his face, staring intensely into his moss and smoky toned eyes. his lashes are long, hair disheveled into a manbun with tendrils on either side of his bushy eyebrows. the faint line of hair he has directly above his lip always an attractive feature. âyouâre always sexy, daddy. even on rough days.âÂ
âmm, i love you, baby. so much,â eren leans in to kiss the bridge of your nose before interlocking your lips, one hand on the wheel as he arches over the center console.Â
your hand crinkles his white tee, whimpering into his touch when his other hand goes to touch your lower back side, arching you into him, moving your lips with his. âeren?â
âmm,â he groans, mouth getting rougher. âmiss you so fuckinâ much. you been lookinâ so good lately, mama.âÂ
pouting, you pull yourself away. âdonât get me riled up, mister yeager. i canât do what i wâna do to you.âÂ
eren sits back, chuckling as he scratches the small stubble he has on his chin with his thumb, grinning, smile lines deep and teeth bright and perfectly aligned outside of the pointy canines he possesses.Â
âyou right.âÂ
âmhm.âÂ
âall shit aside, pretty. your health is my biggest fuckinâ priority. when we get home, ima order some chinese and we can look more into that midwife bea talked about. huh? that sound good?âÂ
âsounds perfect,â you rub at your stomach with both hands, eren placing his hand there as well as he starts up the truck. âoh, donât forget that head gettinâ washed. grease bandit.âÂ
âyeah, yeah.â
after a deep, foamy scalp cleanse infused with lavender, eren sits on the fluffy rug on your bedroom floor with a baby pink spa towel wrapped around his head as he types and scrolls on his dell laptop. next to him in a butterfly position, digging into your lo-mein with wooden chopsticks inside the traditional takeout box with a red pagoda imprinted on the front. matcha green jelly eyepatches covering your dark circles, eren wearing some as well.Â
youâre dressed in a black polka dot camisole with lace trimmings and matching shorts that your body eats up and shrinks. the two of you stay up until one in the morning, taking notes and searching for reliable sources. eren found out that he could get you someone called a doula, who will provide you with medical guidance and emotional support during your final stages of pregnancy. booking a few consultations for midwives as well. indefinitely, you felt very optimistic about this. youâd even find yourselves making little image boards for your baby, whom you soon discovered a beautiful surprise from.Â
you received the envelope a while back, but the two of you chose to wait for the right moment considering the events happening. hand in hand at the bakery a few days later, eren requested a gender reveal cake where he drove an hour out of town back where your father resided to find the willow tree the two of you got married under. laying out a picnic blanket, there showcased the plain oval cake reading âitâs a . .â with half plain for eren and half supreme pizza for you. chocolate covered strawberries to feast on after, and cranberry juice since it was the closest taste you could get to wine.Â
it wasnât a big deal to you whether it was a girl or boy, youâd love them endlessly. it would be no greater feeling than to have any baby laying in either of your arms, or the perfect beige nursery you and eren decorated together. youâll admit you got emotional as both of you held a glass, tears running ferociously down your face, preparing to scoop either side of the cake, awaiting the reveal.Â
âoh my god, oh my god. iâm scared. this is scary.âÂ
âeight months of pregnancy, and this what you scared âbout?â eren lifts a brow, your mouth curving up as you pop his shoulder. âê°âĄê±! câmon. i wâna see, girl.âÂ
pushing your glasses into the cake with eyes shut tight, you slowly pop open one eye to see the color, gasping and bouncing in your spot at the pink inside, weeping and wrapping your arms around erenâs neck as he rocks you side to side in happiness.Â
âitâs a girl, itâs a girl!â
screeching in his face as you plop back down, you see the tinge of sadness on his face, furrowing your brows as he blinks away his tears that were coming too fast for his liking.Â
âsweetie, whatâs wrong?â
eren sniffles, clenching his jaw and turning his head out of view. âiâm gâna need another gun.âÂ
sucking your teeth, you nudge his shoulder. âoh, boy!âÂ
burying his face in his hand and wiping his eyes, eren chortles. âiâm serious, two precious things to protect, oh my fuckinâ days iâm gâna have a heart attack. the fear. gimme sum water.âÂ
âerennn, stop! asshole,â the laugh coaxes out of you, seriously watching his features as you pick at the hem of your dress. you know heâs dead serious, but you want to make sure heâs happy about it. âis a girl not what you wanted?âÂ
eren almost malfunctions. âare you kidding? a baby is what i want. i could give a damn âbout the gender. fuck, sheâs gâna look just like you. the prettiest face.âÂ
that makes you cry again, mushing your lips with his passionately and squealing excitedly.Â
after your picnic, eren took you to speak to your mother at her gravesite, awakening her tombstone by adding daises and sunflowers. you update her on the past few months, apologizing for not speaking to her for a while since youâve been occupied, and mentioning how much you adored eren who currently spoke to his mother at her stone. it was refreshing, a mental cleanse.Â
inquiring a midwife and doula was the best decision for not only your pregnancy, but your marriage. strictly requesting a top holistic woman of color for obvious reasons, their methods made you more comfortable in your body, and even anticipated to push out your little bun. the past few weeks have really been a breeze, and you felt so much healthier, and light even though little girl kicked like a motherfucker and sat low as hell.Â
with each consultation, eren sat by your side to observe every interaction, coming to an agreement after two interviews. whoever you felt the safest to handle you, he was up for it. luckily for you, the doula and midwife were associated under the same company. when they arrived for the first time, rose being the doula, and valeria being the midwife, observed your home and discussed plans on pursuing a home birth.Â
due to uncertain circumstances, you felt more at peace having your baby in the home where her future will begin. unmedicated and with your husband and people you trusted. they ordered an inflatable tub for you since the moment they stepped into your bathroom and saw the clawfoot tub, immediately shook their heads in disapproval. they even made you get inside to prove why itâd be bad. there wouldnât have been enough room for you to move when you had to.Â
the days were flying by, due approximately in three weeks. today was a friday, which also happened to be valentineâs day. it was warm outside, usherâs new album confessions playing soundly from your silver jensen stereo. all of the windows in the home were open, letting in the breeze as you exhale deeply. currently, you were up to another session of stretches and workouts.Â
âdoing good, baby girl! make sure you keep your back straight. twirl those hips for me, we gotta target that girdle pain. work that pelvic area!âÂ
âiâm hungryy,â you manage to weep, hands leveraging your hips as you motion your lower halve in circles atop of the baby pink birth ball.Â
âitâs âcause your husband out there havinâ a whole cookout,â rose laughs,Â
âhe always cooks for all the women in the neighborhood on valentineâs day,â your cheek rests on your shoulder from adornment, watching him through the window that faces the backyard where smoke fills the air along with the thick smell of barbecue.Â
erenâs wearing his favorite fitted black cap with a white embroidered nba logo placed on the nape, shifted backwards on his head, chestnut hair leveled to his jaw in wavy ringlets after giving him a cut. a plain white t-shirt, and dark 501 levi jeans that fit his thighs almost snugly, still giving him enough room to appear loose. the watch youâd gotten him for your fifth anniversary on his dominant wrist as he brushed the ribs with his special sauce while his other hand, paired with a slim silver cuban link, sipped on a budweiser.Â
it didnât help that you were practically riding this ball right now while you look at him as he does nothing but grill, drink, and stare at the lake while occasionally checking on you through the window. or, perhaps, the huge belly in your way. zoning out and daydreaming the most disgusting things briefly before you knock yourself out of it, forgetting you have company. he looked irresistible. itâs been driving you off edge for a long time, forgetting the last time youâve had sex. it had to have been about three months, take away last month when he ate you out on the recliner.Â
it was so annoying how raging your hormones were ever since you got pregnant. might you add, four months after the âi wâna have a babyâ conversation. you were almost sure youâd have sex every time he came home from work. it wasnât intentional, although you did hold back on your birth control, and condoms werenât neither of your things. finding out was just a non-panicked âuh ohâ when you showed him the test as he sat on the toilet handling business and you brushed your teeth while staring at it the entire time. eren was ecstatic overall.Â
you wanted him so bad, missed him so bad. heâs been so respectful of your healing process that it makes you hornier at the thought. also, he makes fun of you for being his âstalkerâ as if you havenât been married forever, constantly watching him every day. youâll be reading a book, watching tv, or cooking something youâre craving and there he is mowing the lawn, feeding the chickens, cleaning his truck, on the grill â too many things he does turns you on naturally.Â
â ê°âĄê±?âÂ
âwhaâhuh?âÂ
âup, chile. weâre gâna do these last stretches so we can have you rest for the day,â valeria chirps, gently clapping her hands together and holding out her palms to help you stand.Â
âoh, okay!âÂ
âyou alright?â rose checks in, ordering a few things you needed for the upcoming labor visit. she noticed you checked out for a while.Â
clearing your throat, you nod like a bobble head, curving your lips in tight doing an awkward smile. âyeah! i just . . have an . . inappropriate question.âÂ
valeria stands behind you as she lowers you to sit on the yoga mat by your underarms. âi doubt it can be inappropriate. we are nurses, heard everything under the sun. okay. . . starting with happy baby!âÂ
groaning, you steady your breath before raising your legs, making sure they were spread far apart and lowering your knees to your side. being thirty-four weeks and thirty-six centimeters had you feeling like a whale. at least you were a cute whale. you also had an endearing fascination with your belly, often spending time with your daughter by massaging shea butter delicately over her home or having full conversations. it was your soft moments of bonding. so, she was well moisturized all the time, rarely any stretch-marks. Â
you were fond of your overall growth to be honest. your appearance didnât change much other than the obvious. your feet were a little chubbier, and your boobs only grew one bra size. skin care was a priority since you were paranoid of a bunch of insecurities, so you glowed and got hundreds of compliments. eren surely had an infatuation with you being pregnant. if the man couldnât keep his hands off you before, it certainly became an addiction now.Â
âokay, this is a bit personal. but, me and eren havenât had sex in like three months. heâs done . . things, even helped me wax her. so i donât think iâm insecure about how she looks per-say. i was just wondering if itâd be safe to do in the third trimester. my hormones make me feel horny, but iâm kinda scared.âÂ
rose and valeria manage to cackle in unison, a pout on your lips as you raise to do your deep side to side squats, valeria making sure to stay close by for balance. âseriously yâall, i wâna have sex. yâknow how much okra water heâs been having me drink? sheâs slippery!âÂ
âmy god,â rose shakes her head.Â
âwell, the answer is yes, you can certainly have sex. itâs perfectly healthy. just remember to take it slow since you are due in three weeks. little angel could fly out any minute.âÂ
âfly?!â you shrieked.Â
âjokesss, oh my goodness. donât scare her, valeria. this is her first baby!âÂ
âsorry, sorry! sex is good! nothing bad will happen. so, have plenty of it. well, not too much though, just enough. you see where these poses got you in the first place,â valeria says, laughing as you groan knowingly. âmove into the child pose and weâre all done!âÂ
lowering yourself down to your knees, you get into a doggy position and stretch your arms straight ahead of you, stomach hanging. âi was just thinking âbout how much i missed him, and we havenât fully connected like that in a while. i hold it very spiritually in my mind. i think it will be good for both of us, especially before lilâ mamas gets here.âÂ
âit is valentineâs day. letâs hope he gives you a good ass time. heâs showing off right now, and heâs been staring at your ass.â
that makes you laugh hard, really hard. though instantly after, you feel a sharp pain stab at the side of your hip, wincing and hissing out loud, dropping your head and whimpering from the ache. both women rush by your side quicker than you could blink.Â
âê°âĄê±, what is it?â rose asks, crouching to be eye level.Â
âitâs just that stupid random pinch i get, probably just pulled it a little,â scrunching your face up, you sit on the balls of your feet as your midwife observes. applying pressure to the spot your holding. âsheâs a heavy girl.âÂ
âalright, honey. letâs finish for today. youâre probably overexerting yourself. iâm gâna heat up some essential oils and give you a massage before we wrap up, okay darlinâ?âÂ
smiling graciously, you nod. âthank you both. a massage would be lovely.âÂ
âwhoâs givinâ my wife a massage?âÂ
suddenly, your husband walks in, holding up a tinfoil pan of ribs, chicken wings, and burgers. shirt riding up showcasing his dark happy trail, devilishly sharp v-line and the navy blue boxers tight on his skin. heâs watching you the whole time, noticing your upturned face and removing the toothpick from his molars. âmama, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âiâm okay, sweetie. i just have some tension in my hip. she mightâve been moving as i was.âÂ
eren approaches you in three long strides, the carabiner with numerous keys among other trinkets hooked to his belt loop hitting against his thigh, soon crouching before you to hold out his hands heâs wiped clean.Â
âcâmon, lemme help you up. you sure you good?âÂ
âmhm,â heâs lifting you as if youâre still the lightest thing in the world, staring at his body, sniffing his nautica cologne discreetly as he turns to look towards the other women.Â
âwhatâs goinâ on?âÂ
âiâm gâna give her a deep tissue massage before we wrap it up for the day. sheâs doing good, just mightâve hurt herself while laughing and stretching.âÂ
âoop,â rose purses her lips, turning her head.Â
blushing from his amused tone, you answer, âjust girl stuff. it made me laugh.âÂ
âbaby, you gotta be careful.âÂ
âi am,â you huff irritably, rolling your eyes. he stares, your mood flipping within two seconds.Â
âi think one more stretch could help before that. eren, would you mind helping her out?â rose asks.Â
âsure thing,â heâs pulling you in by your waist. âdoinâ the tummy lift?âÂ
âyes sir. just be super gentle as usual. while you hold the baby up, iâll put some pressure on her hip.â
eren listens to their instructions, standing behind you and pressing your back to his chest. both of his calloused palms lay on either side of your tummy underneath, keeping his focus on your face to stay alert of any discomfort. he practices the breathing exercises he was taught with you, delicately lifting your stomach to give relief to your pelvis.Â
âmmm,â moaning peacefully, your eyes falter shut as you rest your head back on erenâs chest. he kisses your forehead, valeria crouching underneath, sliding your periwinkle yoga pants down your waist just enough to lather and knead the oil into your flesh.Â
âis that lavender?âÂ
âyup! lemongrass and chamomile, too.âÂ
âitâs soo good,â you whined, her technique making you want to drool.Â
âitâll help with the pain a lot. iâll make sure to leave some here, eren. you can do this a few more times for her until itâs gone.âÂ
âanything she needs.âÂ
âheâs so sweet and cute, i love him,â you smile widely, reaching up to cup his jaw, eren humming and mushing his cheek to yours.Â
âthe sweetest,â rose agrees. âare you passing out platters to the whole neighborhood, eren?âÂ
âyeah, i usually give it to all the ladies who ê°âĄê± is close to, or buy her goodies. iâm gâna make y'all a plate to go. ê°âĄê± made some candied yams, and i did the potato salad.âÂ
âit better not be no raisins in that salad,â valeria squints her eyes playfully up at him. opening your eyes, you get what she was hinting at, trying not to burst out laughing.Â
ânah,â eren chuckles, understanding as well.Â
âitâs my maâs recipe. promise, itâs real good.âÂ
âit is, i promise,â you vouch.Â
âi trust your judgment then.â
a couple of hours had passed until the sun died down. this was your favorite time of the day to unwind. a vinyl on spin, room 112 to be exact. candles lit, the low muffle of the television streaming sex and the city, and the softness of your cloud duvet. as you sip on your cranberry juice poured into a wine glass, cheating your brain into thinking itâs red wine â you rest up against the tenâs of pillows decorated along the headboard to support you. the air conditioning kept the room icy cold like you adored, your hair was tossed up into a messy bun, and a silk pearl robe adorned your skin.Â
hearing the sound of the shower stop as you write in your journal, you twinkle your toes and gaze up at the ceiling where fifty, yes fifty, heart shaped red and pink balloons floated. just this morning, eren woke you up with the prettiest surprise of breakfast in bed, a pregnant friendly mimosa, strawberries that were cut into hearts, and fluffy belgian waffles with turkey bacon. the room was filled with light, roses spread along the entire bedroom and bedding alongside a giant blooming bouquet of red roses and calla lilies.Â
the strings sway around the room still from the air conditioner, smiling sweetly as you daydream of the morning, stuffing your face with the breakfast he made and watching him open the walk-in closet to show you the new vintage vanity heâd built for you. the way he showed his love for you could move mountains.Â
closing your journal, you canât help but pout as you feel yourself beginning to tear up. you couldnât stand when all of your emotions would hit you at once. thinking of your baby, your marriage, how difficult this pregnancy started off, and even how much you wished your mother were here to witness and guide you through it all.Â
âfuckinâ hell,â you set your book on the nightstand where the floral beige lamp illuminated the entire room with light.Â
whimpering and wiping your face, the small sound causes your husband to whoosh his head out of the bathroom door in fear, toothpaste covering his lips as he stops brushing his teeth, towel draped around his waist and hair sleek down his structure.Â
âunh uh, whatâs wrong, baby?â quickly, he rinses his mouth before coming toward you, your lips curving inward as he leans over your frame with his fists on either side of you.Â
all you can do is stare down at his towel lewdly showing the imprint of his dick sitting on his thigh.Â
âhuh? talk to me.â
âiâm okay. iâm just thinking about a lot.âÂ
âdonât short yourself. yâknow i donât like that shit,â his jaw clenched, waiting for a real answer. Â
sighing, you sniffle and sit yourself up higher. eren reaches for your feet to rub on, smoothing his hands up and down your calves. the touch makes you swallow, trying to calm yourself down. he smelt really good, always did but he bought a new body wash that held bergamot undertones. hair appearing darker since it was still somewhat damp. arms full of veins leading to his big hands that grope you. biceps hard at touch. he watches you like a hawk, and to this day eye contact with him makes you anxious.Â
âum, i just wanted to tell you that i love you. i was expressing myself in my journal about a few things i felt like i needed to say to you.â
âmhm, go on, baby.âÂ
splaying your hands over your belly, your face sets into happiness. âjusâ wâna say i know this hasnât been the easiest time for either of us, and i wanted to let you know that i put your emotions on the same level as mine. seeing me like that couldnât have been easy. it weighs heavy on me to this day. i am happy, however, that we found two special women that have made this such a beautiful ending no matter how it started.âÂ
âtheyâre amazing women, definitely. iâm immensely grateful for them. havinâ you smile again was such a blessing,â eren takes your hand to smooth his thumb over, kissing the back of it.Â
of course, youâre crying again. âi want you to know that iâve always, always cherished this baby. i hated those thoughts that doubted me becoming a mother. it haunted me on nights i couldnât sleep. i . . i l-love our baby, eren. i swear. i love her.âÂ
erenâs heart clenches as you sob, sitting closer to you so he could wrap his arm under your thighs, holding your legs to his hip and leveling his face with yours while still giving you enough space.Â
âhey, hey, i know that, baby. i never doubted that. you couldnât control what was happening to you. thoughts like that are normal. this is a big step for you, this is your first baby. everything that youâve experienced has been normal. rose and valeria even said that those doctors were fuckinâ liars and managed what they couldnât. itâs so much better now. youâre so much better. i know you love her, and she loves you too.âÂ
nodding, you squeeze your eyes tight, tears pouring down your sweet face. âthank you. i love you so much. iâve loved every moment of our marriage. i appreciate that weâve been there for each other for a lot of shit. you make me so happy.âÂ
âand it will continue to be that way. i love you so fuckinâ much, ê°âĄê±. you make me the happiest man alive. i love our daughter, i cannot wait to see her, and hold her.â
âi know right,â you giggle softly, swiping the back of your hands under your eyes. âsheâs gâna be so tiny and smell like baby lotion. iâm sticking with the speculation that she has your eyes.âÂ
âmy eyes and your precious face,â he pinches your cheek between two knuckles. âiâll admit i am scared of being a father. not sure how iâll be in exact, iâll try my hardest of course. itâs when she gets older that i worry about. but, i know iâll be a damn good one. though, only the child can judge whether or not thatâs true.âÂ
âi think youâll be a great father, sheâll love you. as for when sheâs older, luckily weâll have plenty of time until that begins. i just wish our momâs could see her,â you frown, the distant pain not so distant in meaningful moments.Â
eren weakly curves up his lip, the look in his eyes mimicking yours; heartbreak. âyeah, i wish they were. good thing is sheâll have her grandfather.âÂ
the thought of your father makes you warm, your relationship with him so much better than it was before. even eren gets along with him.Â
âheâll drive her crazy, thatâs for sure.âÂ
âi see it now,â eren groans.Â
âalso,â you start, keeping his attention. âi feel like this would be a good time to talk about how iâm never doing this shit again,â the stare on your face is dead serious, scanning his features to find anything negative. âi mean fucking never.âÂ
eren snorts, shaking his head as he chuckles, patting your bare thigh. âbaby, i knew that. iâm genuinely okay with one child.âÂ
âyou will get a vasectomy,â you speak sternly, squinting.Â
âi heard you. iâm with whatever my wife wants.âÂ
beaming, you let out a thankful squeak. âyup, thank you papa. youâre so understanding, and so sexyy.âÂ
leaning in to kiss him, you eye the way he dangerously stares at you, licking his lips after and pulling himself back to dig his fists into the bed and spread his thighs wide, knocking his head backwards and scoffing.Â
âanything else you wâna talk about?âÂ
it dwells on you that you havenât had that talk in a while, mentioning it earlier to chat about it and see how you felt mentally and physically. eren surveys your mind, how quiet you get as you chew at your bottom lip and study the bumpy path of his abs, thin pubic hair leading down to the towel hiding what you really wanted to talk about if being technical.Â
olive irises swirling with stormy gray dilating as they scan the silky robe draped around your naked frame. because your legs are sitting halfway up, he lowers his eyes to catch your pussy playing peek-a-boo, tightening your thighs while he clenches his.Â
âwhat you wâna do, mama. i can see it in your face,â eren rasps, just waiting for you to say it. heâs hard as fuck right now. canât help it.Â
you look radiant, skin well moisturized, lips soft and eyes low. coils of hair flowing around the structure of your face. you smell even better, in fact, he wanted to smell you right now, every where. Â
lifting himself up, he scoots closer once again, your body instinctively arching into him the moment his hands glide down the top of your thighs, mingling breaths momentarily before his mouth comes to your neck which prompts your legs to spread apart. sucking on the flesh and indenting his fingers into your plush thighs.Â
âeren,â whimpering, you bring your hands to hold his face, face scrunching up with pleasure as he trails his mouth on either side of your neck, leaving tender bites and heavy licks of his tongue.Â
âthought you forgot how to speak?â grunting, his mouth falls down to the valley of your breasts, untying your robe and pushing it off your shoulders.Â
âmm, taste me.âÂ
with desperation, eren runs his tongue between your breastbone, leaving kisses here and there, drawing the side of your tits into his mouth until he reaches one of your nipples. youâre laying back into the pillows, letting him slot himself in between your legs and moaning as you tug on his hair and he guzzles your nipple into his mouth. heâs delicate at first, aware of how sensitive they were to touch.
âfuuck,â eren hisses, slamming his hand on the side of your ass, feeling himself sink into the depths of his attraction for you. how much heâs been needing to fuck you.Â
twirling his tongue around your areola repeatedly, he heaves over your flesh and tweaks at them with the pads of his fingers, your whines the sexiest thing heâs ever heard. eren could hear the neediness in your voice. the churn of your expressions heated yanks at his scalp making you equally grind your hips, the material of the towel drawing precum from the head.Â
heâs pulling at your chest with his lips, occasionally nipping the hard buds with teeth, and it makes you blush. what comes next is unexpected. when eren unlinks his mouth, he stares down at your chest to see that youâve lactated, feeling his face go red at the sight and his dick jump without his control.Â
âooo, shit, baby. look,â his brows connect from the arousal he feels, cupping either of your breast and pressing them together, the dribble of white pooling down to his knuckles from them both. itâs a small droplet, but it makes him wanna suck it up so bad.Â
âoh my god, no!â gasping, you go to cover them in bewilderment, only to have him stop you almost aggressively.Â
âdonât you fuckinâ dare,â he clenches his jaw, stopping you from the stringent tone of his voice.Â
âeren.âÂ
âhold still, i wonât say it again.âÂ
soon, his thick tongue is sticking out to do exactly what he planned, to suck you up. moaning from the intense stare he gives your chest, heâs lapping it up hungrily, like heâs been craving it. did he just discover a new kink he had? for sure. and maybe you had it too because he looked so fucking good slurping you up, applying pressure with his lips to potentially draw out more he could swallow. the warm liquid pours onto his tongue little by little. Â
âugh, fuck,â eren goes to smack the side of your tit reflexively hard, grunting.Â
âa-ah, baby,â the palms of your hands shove at his shoulders and he pulls away without a fight.Â
âitâs sweet,â eren smirks, showing you his tongue before licking his lips and grinning at the shock on your face. âtoo freaky?âÂ
ân-no,â you bury your face into your forearm. âiâve just . . i dunno. iâm just sensitive.âÂ
âthey sensitive?â he taunts, moving his face to your neck again, peppering kisses and slamming his hand on your ass again. your lower body shifts, clamping your thighs together to squeeze and relieve the throbbing.Â
âyes,â you respond, reaching for his towel to pull off, making a noise as you stare at his dick standing heavy and angry. needing you in the worst way.Â
âshow me all the places you're sensitive.â
this is a game you loved to play, the excitement brewing in your chest.Â
âright here,â you motion to your hips by dancing your fingers delicately over them, eren already guessing you were going to say that. you loved having your hips kissed and licked at, it made you so wet.Â
discarding his towel and your robe off the bed, eren situated himself fully on the mattress, grabbing you by your ankles to pull you down so you're on your back, making sure your head is leveraged on the pillow. his hair covers his face when he lowers himself to your aching hips you raise up with caution, trying not to smack him in the face with your stomach. erenâs mouth starts at the area under your breast, sloppily mouthing and licking until he finds his way to your twitching hips, shuddering loudly when he goes to bite there, a guttural noise emerging from his throat before heâs using the thickness of his tongue to drag at your hips and inner thighs.Â
âyess, baby. ooo, keep going, please,â your mouth falls open, vision blurring and skin prickling with heat. every touch he gives you sets you ablaze, not realizing youâve been waiting to feel this for so long.Â
eren moves his mouth to the other side of your waist to repeat his actions, rushing his tongue over the mound of your pussy before he got there. the simple crusade makes you whine, bucking your hips. his fingers part your legs further apart, almost putting you back into that happy baby position you were in earlier. he takes the pads of four fingers and rubs at your clit in the slowest motions, palm on your hot mound, sinking your teeth into your lip and drenching his fingers with your slickness.Â
âi canât, i need that pussy in my mouth,â erenâs grunting, hiking himself up so he can help you sit on your knees.Â
mindlessly, you let him pick you up, gawking at him as your arms clutch around his neck while he moves some pillows around to make you comfortable, literally clinging to him like a koala.Â
âstretch forward.âÂ
blinking within a daze, he spreads you on top of the pillows, opening your knees so youâre bent over and arching yourself downwards, stretching your arms in front of yourself, belly cushioned in.Â
âfuckinâ god, baby. look at you,â his throat is burning, ready to say everything under the sun about you.Â
the prettiest fucking thing to ever bless his life. your skin looked incredibly smooth, ass up in the air and belly hanging low, painted toes curling anxiously from being seen. those adorable lines etched into your skin under the curve of your ass, and your pussy, bubblegum inside, labia spread open like a butterfly's wings, opening clenching for invitation. shiny with your cum begging to be slurped up. he wanted it so bad his fingers were thrumming to grab you up.Â
hugging a pillow to your face, you shut your eyes nervously, swaying your ass side to side like a cat because the silence was killing you. if he looked too long he could point out an insecurity. he had to act quick.Â
âput it in your mouth, eren.âÂ
âi fuckinâ will,â he says with certainty, stroking his hands over the globes of your ass, cuffing his thumbs under the curve of it where it sits on your thighs to spread you open a little more, shaking your flesh and watching your entrance open wider. âfuck, so damn pretty. missed her. she need me? huh?âÂ
when he spanks you again, you whimper feebly, grinding yourself back into his grasp. âmissed you, daddy. need you.â
heâs bringing four of his fingers to rub circles on your clit again, an audible âshlick shlickâ noise bouncing off the walls from your drenched pussy, eren bending his head to kiss your tailbone, leading his mouth all around you once more. bright teeth resting on your flesh until his tongue and lips follow suit, guiding his face to finally drag his tongue from your clit to your puckering, forbidden star. he never misses a spot, meant it whenever he ate you out that he ate everywhere. the saliva trickling from the toughness of his tongue on your hole which glides down to your folds.Â
while switching his arm to still rub at your clit, he rushes his heavy tongue along your folds, rocking his head with your ass you move in want, fisting the sheets and dropping your mouth open. âbaby . . ooh, god. daddy, want your tongue in me. pleaseplease.âÂ
âunh huh,â he grunts against you, spanking you hard before manuvering his tongue to sink into your pussy, wriggling it to your liking and yanking you back on his face to fuck you on it.Â
âungh, y-yess. s-show me how much you love me, daddy,â you moan weakly, voice cracking the further his tongue goes.Â
âmm-hmm,â with every dip of your ass he follows by stuffing his tongue into you, rubbing his hand up and back towards your stomach until youâre creaming on his hand and in his mouth.Â
going to reach behind yourself, your fingers tangle into the tresses of his hair to guide properly, throwing your ass back on his face. with every thrash of the heavy anatomy, his hand is iterating harsh hits to your skin. positioning your arms in a plank position, you dip your hips while eren grips there to help you move, a few fingers sprawled over your belly. his lips enclosed on the rest of you with every passing thrust. that familiar warmth begins to swim in your lower stomach, knowing you were going to cum. too quickly.Â
ânoo,â you cry out, tears brimming your eyes. âcumminâ too . . fast.âÂ
eren pulls his face away, sloppy kissing at your inner thighs. âsâokay, baby. cum in my mouth. iâll get you to cum again.âÂ
thereâs frustrated tears pouring from you, sniffling and shaking your head in denial. you felt extremely vulnerable, eren immediately tending to you by massaging your lower back and hovering his body over you. âwhat is it?âÂ
âi wâna cum with you inside me, please. i just need it that way.âÂ
eren understood without further explanation. frankly, he never needed you to explain yourself when it came to your pleasure. expressing it was all he wanted. you craved for that moment of connection and intimacy. it was the only way you had to have it right now. youâd edge yourself if it meant you could have that.Â
âanything you want, baby,â licking his lips, he wiped his mouth with his hand before spreading it over your pussy to collect your juices and covering his dick with it. âjusâ one more thing. do it for me.âÂ
eren could almost hear your gulp, his thumb sinking downwards into your pussy while his fingers strum your clit, erenâs face straining from the ring of cream coating his knuckle. dips it in and out a few more times before pressing the pad of it to your anus. âitâs been a minâ, so breathe.âÂ
sloshing the head of his dick against your folds, he pushes past that tight ring with his thumb the moment you steady your breath at the same speed he sinks his dick into you. youâre pulsating on both ends, gasping and moaning from the delicious stretch.Â
âsâgood, sweetheart?â eren checks in, halting his movements to wait for your say-so.Â
while taking a minute, releasing a shaky breath, eren raises himself behind you in a crouching position, balancing on his feet and grabbing the headboard, balls smushed to your clit like a comforting blanket. exhaling, you answer with a soft âuh huh, goodâ to make him feel at ease. erenâs dick twitches inside of you, halfway in but allowing you to adjust.
âfuck, ê°âĄê±, lemme stretch you open. need you tâ take it allll in, baby,â heâs persuading you through gritted teeth, eyes scrolling white, trying to control how badly he wanted to drill into your shit right now.Â
âmmgh, itâs too tight,â you whimper, toes curling.Â
eren scoffs amusingly. âyeah, i feel that shit. relax yourself, baby. youâre clenching up.âÂ
he runs by the fact that youâre probably not fully broken down, too in your head for a reason heâs unsure about. eren is careful when he takes his hand off the headboard, bringing it to take the back of your neck into his possession. heâs maintaining his balance, lowering his gorgeous face into yours that has your cheek squished into your forearm, the other digging its fingers into the pillow under your stomach.Â
âdonât feel pretty or sum, baby? is that what it is? you in your head?â eren skids his pink, plush lips over yours, kneading your neck gently and interlocking your mouth with his.Â
as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. you wanna hide your face, shield it from him and not have to admit that. didnât want him to make you say it because it felt bothersome. you never had a problem with how you looked, you admired your body shape, even adored your pregnancy belly. it was hard for yourself to grasp what was wrong. it wasnât him, it wasnât you, then what was it?Â
âneed me to make you feel pretty?â erenâs jaw tightens, gently biting at your neck to get a reaction out of you, anything to keep you from thinking.Â
âitâs not that,â you half lie.
eren hums, thinking a little harder before something clicks. he blinks. âsheâs okay, baby. stop worrying so much. now repeat what i said.â
your cunt pulsates the instant he rushes his tongue along your neck to the back of your ear, expressions easing into elation, nibbling at your lip and swirling your eyes back as he grumbles into your skin.
âs-sheâs okay.â
âthatâs right.â
leisurely, he pushes in and retracts back, the french kisses allowing you to relax and take all of him to the hilt. one of your legs vibrates from the fullness, stifling a gasp and clasping your hand around your own throat to restrict your airways, eren laying his over yours to amplify the constraint.Â
âgood girl, baby. good fuckinâ girl,â his voice in your ear makes you shudder, whining into his face as he angles his hips back to slip out just a bit before plunging back inside, that ring of white coating the base of his dick. âyes, take it. . ugnh.âÂ
eren is careful about it, grinding his hips forward to mold the shape of his dick inside of you, making you remember, the back of your thighs clapping with his incredulously. the warmth of your pussy engulfs him, eren puffing out air strenuously, sinking his thumb further into you so he could get a good hook, sprawling his finger over your backside and yanking you back on his dick while giving you steady pounds, cunt squelching over it.Â
âooh, love it. love it, love it. fuck,â the hiccups and whines are his favorite parts when you submerge into ecstasy. wailing from every thrust he gives you, eren removing his hand to set it back where it was originally on the headboard, doing his best to keep most of his weight off you.Â
âwhat you love, baby?â eren grits, fucking you a tad bit harder so heâs nudging on that sweet spot of yours, a high pitched squeal falling from you.Â
âmmgh . . a-ah,â the rupture of your tiny voice ensues, each pound harder than the last, absorbing it all. â . . ungh, shittt.âÂ
âyou fuckinâ hear me, ê°âĄê±. tell me what you love.âÂ
the messiness of your pussy trickles down your inner thighs, coming out like water. every wet splat! resounding the area and it drives eren nuts. youâre slippery as fuck, heâs drowning in it, and he canât help but whimper from how good you fucking feel, unable to help himself by fucking into you harder. the squeaks and gasps come out of you more, body shaking abnormally as he digs his dick into you, making you take every filthy inch.Â
âdaddy youuu, fuck â itâs you. i love your dick.âÂ
âyeahh, it loves you too, mama,â every sound that comes from him is carnal, prolonging guttural grunts and pistoning his defined pelvis against your ass that thunders back on him.Â
eren goes to rest his forehead against the headboard, sliding his hands to hold either side of your belly before he begins to drill his dick harder, balls slapping at your sticky clit. lifting your head, you lay it back on his abdomen, sloping your mouth along with his as the two of you silently listen in, unable to breathe. the derisive squelch from you glazing over his dick and messing up the sheets, some of it trickling down your stomach.Â
â . . awe, shhit . . aunh, aunh! fuck yesâmâgoddd, f-fuck, eren. right there, right there!â it comes out in the whiniest pitch heâs ever heard, surpassing a few octaves, kicking your feet and scrolling your eyes back as you slap and fist at the bedding.
âuh, uh,â his noises mimic yours, smushing his nose up against the headboard creating a pot of condensation, lips grazing it as he slows his movements, too close to cumming, grinding and spanking you. âfuuck, sheâs grippinâ me so goddamn good. gâna make me tap out already.âÂ
a dry heave submerses, pawing at the sheets in a haze to military crawl forward and relieve yourself for a mini break. âmmm, wâna lay down. gotta breathe.âÂ
eren removes every part of himself from you, your cackles like a tender hug on his heart. swatting your ass again, he bends down to give the spot he hit a kiss before lying beside you, bringing your back to his chest.Â
with your thighs pressed together, eren wraps his forearm behind your neck to bring your mouth to his, the other smoothing over your overgrown belly up to your breast, molding them in his palms while passionately gliding his tongue over yours in a nasty kiss.Â
both of your eyes were closed, erenâs dick sitting on your back, the fixation he has with touching you only makes you absurdly wetter.Â
âput it back in,â you mumble against his lips, shifting your ass back, erenâs eyes low and locked on to you as he guides his dick down to your opening and slides back in with little to no hassle.Â
âi love you,â eren says softly, kissing behind your ear and on your collarbone, cupping your left tit to suck back into his mouth.Â
you cry, again. it seems to be never ending the amount of emotions you felt in this moment. âi love you.âÂ
hooking his forearm under your neck, erenâs ample hand spreads your ass cheek apart as he thrusts harder. his grunts by your ear, even an occasional nibble, the compression of your thighs together as you arch your back all feels too good, enough to make you cum actually. in fear, you whine his name, eren trying his hardest to keep his focus, also close to his climax.Â
âi feel it, âren. cum with me, cum in me please. i want it so bad. i need it.âÂ
eren moans, whistling as he blew out air, laying you flat on your back so he could lift your left leg up to your chest, locking his forearm under the bend of it while removing the arm he had underneath your neck to hook under your belly, fingers touching the thigh he held up and beating his dick rougher into you. your head falls back, watching him as he watches you, tossing his head back and giving you all of him.Â
âf-fuck, baby. cum on it right now, please. be a good girl. know you got it,â his voice is shattering, balls thwacking on your clit, the head of his dick squishing deep on that spot that makes you gush out and coat his dick in your juices from every stroke.Â
âcuâmminâ, oooh, fuck yes. eren!âÂ
sobs break out in waves, adoring the feeling of his cum streaking your inner walls as you cum as one. itâs emotional for you, crying in his face as he kisses you and swallows all the air from you. thanking him in whispers while eren rubs all over your body, unable to break apart from you. clutching your neck and deepening the kiss, his waist jumping as he gasps and shares this moment with you.Â
a week later you find yourself going into labor.Â
the entire process was unhurried, and extremely beautiful. eren held you the entire time, letting you dig your fingers into his arms and connecting your forehead with his, breathing you through it as rose rubbed your back. squatting into him comfortably as the warm water your body was submerged into along with the smell of herbs sprinkled around the floor and vanilla candles alleviated you. six contractions within an hour was how it started, your water breaking the moment you went to start your morning shower and yelling erenâs name in fright, staring at the water pooling around your feet.Â
he never moved so fast in his life. lifting you up and bringing you downstairs where he sat you on the couch with a towel and instructed you to breathe as he dialed the doula and midwife. they rushed here within fifteen minutes, and in that process eren blew up the birthing tub and filled it up so he could get you in as soon as possible. remembering to remind you to melt into the contractions instead of tensing since itâll make them worse.Â
you told him you wanted to give birth while listening to destinyâs child, playing it on vinyl and humming along to the music currently. cater 2 u being your mental anthem. the room is dark, only candles lighting the area. eren makes sure to talk you through it, always good for that, ironically. speaking affirmations and praising you, until finally, your precious baby girl is born. with trembles and cries, rose and valeria gasp in excitement as your baby erupted in croaks and shrill cries, tears streaming down erenâs face as they place the baby on your chest so she could instantly hear your heartbeat.Â
weighing at six pounds and four ounces, sheâs the perfect, tiny baby. caressing her fragile body as you weep and lay your cheek atop her head. erenâs sitting back on his feet, stun overcoming him as he sees the small human, coming to realize that the two of you could create such a magnificent thing. rose makes sure to give him some water, his eyes unable to leave the two of you. making eye contact, you gawk in astonishment, holding her miniature wrist between two of your fingers and waving at him.Â
âthatâs daddy, heâs speechless right now. i promise heâs cool, and funny. youâre gâna have lots of laughs,â you speak softly, smiling wide.Â
Go showerâ you begin as he walks through the door. He had just finished some extensive training. â⊠I just wanna see youâ Bakugo says in a tired voice. You walk out the room to come face to face with him âthere. You see me now go bathe. I can smell you from the roomâ well you were kinda exaggerating but he didnât need to know that. âWhateverâ he says as he marches to the door. You almost felt bad, no you felt bad. A small glimpse of him gave you an idea.
âKatskiâ you called from the door âcan I come in?â. You heard a small yeah and proceeded to walk in the bathroom. â I thought you said I stunkâ Bakugo looks at you in confusion from behind the glass shower door. âyeah, im sorryâ you said in a regretful tone. âI know you canât help it but when you smell like car parts I canât help but get a little irritated. â. You start undressing when you catch him looking at you wide-eyed. âWhat are you doing!â he whisper shouting. âgetting into the shower with you? Do you not want me to?â You ask. âNo, I definitely do, itâs just that..â he trails off. You look at him through the foggy glass with an expecting look on your face âjust that what?â.
âI thought you wouldnât want to be around me?â he says in confusion. You shake you head now full undressed and walking in the shower âIâm in here to clean you off so Iâm not irritated at your smell katski, duhâ he chuckles at little at your statement then hugs you as you get in.
A lil bakugou drabble, I didnât really know how to end it so feel free to give me ideas đđœ.
__________________________________________you and Armin canât decide who hangs up first.
âouu itâs getting lateâ
âyeah, you should get to bedâ
âwhat about you?â
âwhat do you mean what about me?â
âdonât act dumb min, you gotta go to sleep too. Donât you have classes early tomorrow?â
âyeah but I like being on the phone with you y/nâ
âArmin go to sleep!â you say while feeling flustered
âok hang up thenâ
âno.â
âif you really want me to go to sleep just hang upâ
âno you hang upâ
ânoâ
âthen what are we gonna doâ
âshit I donât knowâ
You both go quiet..
ây/n?â Armin asks with a knowing tone.
âbaby?â he asks again, knowing you fell asleep.
He then sighs, rolling over away from the phone to fall asleep as-well. Armin was kinda thankful you had fallen asleep because it was his first time calling you baby. Little did he know you were acting like you were asleep just to see what Armin would do. When you heard him say baby in that deep and tired tone some type of fire was ignited in you. You were suddenly excited for the next day.
warnings: minnie is psycho & stalker ish, murder (not reader), possessive, mention of branding, minnie has a big d!ck!
a/n: i just wanna say that scenario is crazy, but itâs armin!!!
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New York City, renowned as the place where dreams come true, the city that never sleeps, but also, unfortunately, the city where danger lurks. Recent events have shaken the East Side with a series of gruesome murders, each marked by the presence of a Ghostface mask. Residents, be vigilant: lock your doors, stay armed, and avoid deserted alleyways. Letâs unite to ensure the safety of our beloved city.
Armin remained indifferent as he listened to the static emanating from the car radio, his expression unmoved. Tsk. As if that would save them. On that dark night, a vast moon cast its glow across the sky. A faint swoosh of cold water could be heard from the harbor directly beneath the Brooklyn Bridge. The cream-colored 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air he had stolen roughly 20 minutes earlier emitted a creaking sound before finally coming to a stop.
He forcefully shut the fragile car door before moving deliberately to the other side. With swift motion, he dragged the unconscious, thin man, securely bound in the passenger seat, onto the freshly laid cement pavement. Two sharp punches to the face jolted the man awake.
âDamn it!â The man grimaced, holding his now bloody nose. âListen, Iâve got about a grand in my wallet. Just take it! Please, I havenât done anything!â Armin listened to the desperate pleas, his oceanic eyes rolling in irritation. He contemplated shutting the man up with another punch. With a sigh, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards the edge of the dock.
âDâyou want to know why youâre here?â Armin coolly asks, unfazed by the tears the man started dropping. His patience was wearing thin; just looking at his face made him itch to kill him.
âN-no! Please, I just started college! I have-â Armin lands another punch on his jaw, a resounding crack at his sheer force echoing across the empty dock. The man groans as his eyes twitch slowly, open and close. Armin crouches down, bringing himself to eye level with the man on the ground, his gaze fixed on the screwed-up, bloodied, frowned face.
âDoes the name Y/n L/n ring a bell to you? You wouldnât like the outcome if you lie, so try not to.â He asks yet another question with a flat face. The man looks up with a shaky breath; in fact, his entire body is shaking. He nods, trembling.
Armin gives a hum, âI thought it did. Do you remember the interaction with her just yesterday?â He calmly tuts, tilting the manâs semi-dislocated jaw as if examining him.
âL-Listen-â The man gets cut off again with a forceful grip on the same jaw. He cries out at the pain.
âThink about your next words, Porco.â His voice deepens by an octave, and Arminâs demeanor is noticeably less composed this time, his anger slipping beyond his control.
âI was high out of my mind, man! I donât- I donât remember anything!â The dirty blonde-haired man sobs. He was petrified for his life. Tonight, Armin wasnât even adopting his other persona, Ghostface; he was acting solely as himself. He didnât want the police to suspect âwhat could he even call her?
The woman he stalks every day? The woman he kills for?The woman who causes him to beat his dick red every night at just her aroma? The woman he craved incessantly, day in and day out? The woman heâs in love with?Â
âNo? Thatâs okay, Iâd love to refresh your memory.â The moment Porco gazes up in desperation, his breath catches at the sight of a knifeâthe same knife he had seen on TV after the news reporter detailed yet another gruesome murder by the man in a ghost mask. Am I about to die? That same thought again and again was at the forefront of his mind; it was a broken record.
âYou approached her pretty arrogantly, might I add. You tried to take her home, but naturally, she denied. You got upset,â Armin drags the knife slowly against the blue vein on his neck. Lightly grazing, barely applying any pressure to make a mark. He draws closer to the petrified man.
âYou touched her.â He seethes. âBut my girl is strong and pretty special, too. So, she handled you. Iâm sure you remember that, thereâs the bruise right here to prove it.â He applies pressure with the tip of the knife to a purple bruise on the left side of his throat. A slow trickle of blood falls down the inside of Porcoâs shirt.Â
âS-She already made me apologize, man. I donât k-know how many times I can say sorry-â The sound of gurgling pierced the stillness. Armin, tired of listening, drove the infamous Bowie Knife into the manâs neck, then glanced to the side.Â
The man feebly tried to grab Arminâs arm; he was nowhere near stronger, though, and once Armin twisted the knife, the struggle abruptly stopped. He pushed the knife deeper. Porco, too deeply penetrated, fell limp on the ground.
Armin paused, taking out his phone to check the time. â10:47â Shit. It was almost time to check on his girl. He still had one more kill left before he saw her again tonight. He swiftly pulled out the knife from the dead manâs neck and kicked him right into the freezing water below. This was one kill he didnât want Ghostface to be responsible for.
This next kill, though, he did. He strolled over to the classic car, retrieved the black hood and cloak with jagged edges, and draped it over himself. The ghost mask rested on the leather seats, its eyes fixed on him under the moonlight. With a slight smirk on his pink lips, he picked it up and disappeared into the night.
Quite to the contrary, New York wasnât your birthplace. Your parents were esteemed practitioners of witchcraft in Cap Haitian, Haiti, renowned for their formidable abilities throughout the country. However, their prominence also drew numerous adversaries. When you were born, they resolved to shield you from the harsh realities of their world and allow you a childhood free from the burdens of survival. Thus, they made the decision to move to the mystical city of New Orleans.
There, they taught you their practices. Every day was dedicated to honing your powers, relentlessly training until you surpassed both of them following their passing. Despite possessing the ability to prolong their lives, your parents chose to embrace their human existence and concluded that their time on Earth had reached its fulfillment.
The pain was too bearing for you, and so you decided to move to The Big Apple. Impulsive decision on your part, really; you just wanted to get away. But your life in New York proved to be incredibly peaceful, your only concerns being your powers and the three cats you lived with.Â
It started off being peaceful, but your beauty unfortunately came with repercussions, too. With senses finely attuned, you remained acutely aware of your surroundings, quickly detecting a figure shadowing your every move. At first, you believed he was stalking you with intentions of abduction, and though you suspected he was a killer, three months passed without him making any advances towards you.
It was a game. You noticed him watching you closely, and you couldnât shake the feeling that he was aware of your awareness as well. Armin knew you wouldnât address him first, and he was fine with just stalking you. But Armin was just a man. A man who got captivated by your beauty every time he saw you. A man who noticed that killing everyone who approached you would be a never-ending task. A man who made the consecutive decision to claim you instead.
Claims come in different forms, Armin knew that. He could brand you, permanently etching his name into your body so you knew you were his. He could mark you, letting the world know he was the only one who had the pleasure of painting your skin like a canvas. His favorite idea so far was to dump his seed past your pretty brown pussy lips daily.Â
Would you let him? Who were you kidding? You were aware of someone monitoring your movements nearly around the clock, yet you still chose to wet your sheets almost every week with the help of your Rose toy. Heâll make sure to punish you for that. The only time he ever wanted you to come was with him. You even leave your windows open as if inviting him to perform such a task. He knows youâre not stupid; your actions had a purpose.
You sat on your silk cream sheets, arranging your supplies and ingredients for another round of setting up a protection spell. The lavender and rose sage aroma filled the air, leaving a potent scent of smoke in the background. You were genuinely fatigued from constantly performing various iterations of the same spell each day. Why werenât they working?
Black salt, Rosemary, Cinnamon, Bay Leaves, Mint, and Sage ashes. With the black salt, you draw a circle around you and light tall black candles in the dim light of your room. You start chanting.Â
Elements of the moon,
Elements of the night,
Come this way
And grant me with your might.
Powers of night and day,
I summon thee,
I call upon thee,
To protect me.
So shall it be.
The flames coming from the candle become stronger, whooshing rapidly. An unseen gust extinguishes the flames and sends the sand you placed around you swirling into the air. Huh? That wasnât supposed to happen. That shouldnât have happened. Why the fuck did that happen?
As rustling outside your window catches your attention, you glance sharply but see nothing. Returning your focus to your sacred space, you raise your hand, ready to relight the candles, only to be halted by a gentle yet commanding voice.
âYou look pretty tonight, Y/n,â Armin catches your attention as he stands from behind your closet door. You had yet to spot him. You understood the importance of maintaining composure and clarity in moments like these. The awareness of being followed had long been present, ever since it began. The protective spells were intended to deter him, yet frustration mounted as they proved ineffective against his persistence.
Armin wasnât really thinking of any of that; rather, he fixated on how the red robe you wore accentuated the curves of your ample chest. The way you knelt emphasized the softness of your thighs, he wanted to drown in between them.Â
âCome out. Youâve stalked me enough,â Your honeyed voice calls out. You survey the room, your gaze shifting from the cabinet housing your altar to your queen-sized bed and then to the wooden door of your walk-in closet. Your gaze settled on there a few seconds longer before shifting away.
You hear a small chuckle, and your frown only deepens, âThe fuck is funny?â Youâre about to get up from your position on your carpeted floor, only to be stopped by a large hand on your shoulder. When did he even move? Armin sits on the edge of your bed, eyes taking in every inch of you. When he firmly presses down to keep you still, your breath hitches.
You sense his presence drawing closer, the fabric of your silk robe brushing against him. Though you didnât know what he looked like, his energy alone had you on the verge of surrender, prepared to relinquish control of your mind to him. You always knew you werenât normal. After all, you are a witch. Getting sticky from a man that smelled like Baccarat Rouge 540 and commanded attention from just aura alone, though? That was beyond you.
âRelax, love.â He whispered gently in your ear, as if not to scare you. You were anything but. Your nerves were racking up in a different way, and small tears of sweat were forming on the inside of your pressed thighs. You had no panties on, and when Armin leaned down into the crook of your neck to smell you, his eyes caught sight of this.
âE-excuse me? Nigga if you donât-â You continued to resist and shuffle out of his grip, and Armin understood the reason behind it. Your pride stood as a barrier to your surrender, but he remained undeterred. Heâll break you soon enough.Â
He silenced you abruptly with a firm grip on your delicate throat. He couldnât afford to lose his cool with youânot unless he was fucking up your insides. You werenât in control here. And the problem was, you still thought you were.
âThatâs wasnât nice. Be nice, Y/n.â He squeezed tightly, restricting your airway a bit. You knew you werenât normal when you felt a long trickle of your slick slip down the side of your soft brown flesh at the action.
âI want you, yâknow? I think-â He pauses and sucks in a breath when he brushes his nose right against your sweet spot. You shudder. âI think I like you?â He seems confused himself, Armin really never felt this way before. He couldnât even describe precisely what he was feeling with accuracy. Infatuation? Obsession? Devotion? He doesnât know, but what he does know is that he would gladly offer you the world on the finest silver platter if you so desired.
âIâd like to show you. I want to give you everything Iâve been feeling for the past three months. Let me, baby.â He tilts your head in his direction, your lips a hair away from each other. When you steal a glance at his face, your slick only gets heavier. Fuck, he was pretty. His porcelain face is adorned with small dried splatters of blood, his oceanic eyes framed by long, hooded lashes, and his medium-length blond hair gently brushing against your cheeks.
This wasnât a good idea, you knew that. Armin couldnât share the moral compass you thinly held onto because he was just so consumed. He was entirely taken by you, believing that you might have staked a claim on him before he had the chance to do the same to you.
Any doubts and moral compass you held vanish through your half-opened window as he tenderly presses his pink lips against your full ones. Initially gentle, as if testing your response, he gradually presses harder when you offer no resistance, deepening it with intimacy.
You gasp when he squeezes your throat once more, allowing him to slip his skillful tongue into yours. The force of his kiss caused you to moan out in slight desperation. He smiles at this without pulling away from your addictive lips. He presses into you even more.
The way you gave in so easily felt completely out of your will, this wasnât like you. You usually had more self-control, but before you even caught a glance at this man, he had you captivated. There was something about him, the mystery he held, the danger that clinched onto him just by breathing. It made you curious, eager to know more about the man who didnât bother to hide his intense desire for you. And you alone.
Armin had a reputation for his patience, remaining consistently composed and collected. But, you and your perfect face had a way of unsettling him, causing him to act out of character with every move you made. He was keenly aware of this, finding himself compelled to do things for you that he had never considered doing for anyone else. Tonight, he learned that patience might not be his strong suit anymore.
Your skin felt like it was being electrified as his right hand traced a slow path down your body. Starting from your neck, trailing down to the center of your chest, and finally arriving at the fat of your pussy. You almost instantly grind against his middle finger, wanting him to do more.Â
He noticed of course, he noticed everything about you. âI want you to beg, baby. Can you do that for me?â His whisper makes you shake in anticipation. You were wet, dripping all over the fabric of your carpet.
âP-Please-â You abruptly cut your whimpers off, realizing something that had completely slipped your mind: you didnât even know his name. You snapped back into reality in a split second, struck by this realization.
Once more, he noticed. âItâs Armin. Moan it real pretty for me, kay?â The way he knew what you were thinking made you less hesitant to give him what he wanted you. What made your control slip was when he slid his finger down to the top of your sopping clit and rubbed lightly, enough pressure to make you squirm. He liked teasing you.
âS-Stop teasing-Â Ah!â He shuts you up when he presses two fingers harder, his rubbing making tight circles. Your breathing starts getting heavier at the bliss heâs making you feel.
The blonde asshole only smugly tutted at you, âWhat was that? I didnât hear you beg, Y/n. Come on, youâre a smart girl.âÂ
He was teasing as if his heart wasnât beating outside of his chest, just being this close to you. He was internally scrambling at how your slick was so much it fell off his fingers. He wanted to taste you. He wanted you to beg so he could taste you.Â
You wouldâve kept quiet, not feeding into his antics. But, he made you feel so.. good. The way his fingers rubbed up and down your slit, not quite going inside your tight walls. His rapid kisses all over your face and down your neck. The way you could feel his print, pressing heavily on your silk fabric. You couldnât take it anymore.
âPlease just- Shit. T-Touch me, Min.â He groans and exhales sharply at the name your blank mind mustered. Min. You called him Min.
Without warning, Armin hoists you up from the floor and gently places you onto your ice-cold sheets. Lying on your back, your red robe barely clung to your brown skin. You were completely exposed to him, your freshly painted white toenails grazing his shoulders, your soft thighs spread so that sticky pussy was on full display for him.
You mustâve been an angel or a goddess that heâd gladly worship. He could make a religion out of loving you, you were just that enchanting. He leans into your inner thigh and presses a kiss. It burns your skin. He presses another kiss, this time on your twinkling pearl. You jolt.
Maybe teasing wasnât the best option for him. His erection was painfully hard in his black sweats, his impatient longing hidden from you as he bucks on the edge of your bed. You were too busy choking out pitiful cries when his lips latched onto your sweet nectar. âOh, fuck!â
You started to feel hazy, your heart pounding and your brown eyes dazed at all the attention he was giving your pussy. Your hip began to spasm and twitch when he sucked harder, teasing your creamy opening with his long finger.Â
âSay my name, mama. You remember it, right?â His husky plea fills the air. This time, you didnât hesitate to let anyone within a 5-mile radius know who was eating you as if he starved himself all day just for this.
âA-Armin-Â Oh shit, Min! Please, more!â You sob, begging him to drench himself in you. He obliged, more than happily. He was at your disposal for the night and many more to come.
His ring and index finger find themselves nestled deep in your core. He stimulates your sensitive parts fast, quickening his pace inside of you. He relishes in the loud cry you make, latching on your pretty clit again. He knew how messy you could get, I mean look at how you were leaking. You had to be tired of changing your, no doubt, expensive sheets when you ruin them like this.
You felt a burning pressure in your gut, were you coming already? Armin answers your thoughts for you. His movements speed up, and the sounds of light smacking from how deep he was penetrating your g-spot echoed in your room. Your back tries to arch off the bed, the pleasure becoming too much for you. Armin makes you take it, pressing his large hand over the pudge your stomach made. You squeal.
âFuckk,â Your moans get dragged out when a clear sprinkle of your cum escapes you. You were in a frenzy, the loud, lewd squishing sound of your pussy filling your ears. It was like a dam bursting, and what kept your eyes permanently in the back of your head was when he didnât stop sucking. How could he? It was like you tasted better when you came, and Armin wasnât a fool. He was determined to not let a single drop go to waste.
He removes himself from your lips with a resounding pop. âIâm going to fuck you now. So, donât run.â Your eyes widen at his statement, your jaw almost dropping at his sheer size when you realize his sweats are carelessly scattered on the floor. Thereâs no way thatâll fit inside of you.
Armin knew what you were thinking, he surveyed the way your eyes wandered around nervously. He grasps your chin and plants a gentle peck on your slightly pouting lips, intertwining his fingers with yours to calm your nerves.Â
âBreathe, mama.â He softly grunts. His kisses start getting heavier, blocking you from letting out a loud scream when he pushes into your weeping walls, inch by inch. He was making sure you felt everything, every vein, as he penetrated you. He blesses your ears with a breathy moan, caught off guard by how fucking tight you are.
He had to remind himself to breathe. Your muffled moans against his lips consume him, making his entire body tremble on you. You were being pushed to your limit, and Armin only paused for a second to let you adjust before his animalistic tendencies got the best of him. He wanted to fuck you up, bad. Â
His hips begin to snap against your twitching legs at a desperate pace. The position he had you in was honestly mind fucking. Your thighs were firmly pressed to your chest, his hands caressing the balls of your unusually soft feet. Was everything about you so smooth? So beautiful and perfect. He answered his own question when your frantic mewls got louder. Yes.
Your pussy was dripping all over his chest, all over the fat cock rapidly pushing in and out against your cervix. Your pretty tits bounced under him, matching the forceful thrusts he fed you. They looked too... bare for his taste. He wanted you to be covered in his love marks, he wanted to make it impossible for you to remove them. He leans down, somehow pressing your shaky thighs closer to your upper body.
His wet tongue laps around your dark areolas, biting and pulling at them with his teeth until you push your hands into his hair and pull hard. Armin becomes drowsy, losing himself in the comfort your body gave him. He sucks and bites on the fat of your pretty tits, leaving behind deep purple bruises.
Was this heaven? You thought you saw the pearly gates as he continued hitting your G-spot with extreme accuracy. Every deep thrust he made you take caused you to let out helpless, euphoric shrieks. You press your hands against his rock-hard chest, running away from the pleasurable torture you are receiving.Â
Well, you were trying to. Youâve convinced yourself you couldnât take it, but Armin knows you can. So, why are you playing with him?
Armin grappled your wrists, pinning them above your head, and sucked his teeth, âYou donât listen?â He heatedly addresses you, trying so hard not to fill your perfect cunt with his seed.Â
âWhy you running, mama?â He questions you softly as if he wasnât splitting you in half with his girth. He listens to your jumbled screams with a sly smile, pressing a delicate kiss right next to your diamond nose ring.
âI- I canât, Ouuu shit Min! Canât take it- Oh god!â Your sweet voice wails out. He makes a tsk sound, and to prove that you can take it, Armin reaches a hand down your stomach. Not once stopping his merciless rhythm, he rubs your engorged clit, desperate to see you cum again. You keen, and in an instant, your sweet juices spray all over him, your creamy essence coating his cock.Â
âSee, there you go. Fuck, you wanna take my cum, pretty? Want me to fill you up?â He deeply murmurs in your neck, sucking lazily. Your body falls limp against him. He was so close, so close to showing you just how much you have an effect on him. You nod frantically, mind not even on planet Earth as he overstimulates your now bruised pussy.
âPlease, Min! I-I want it!âÂ
How can he deny when you beg him like that? When you gaze up at him with tears in your eyes, as if heâs your sole lifeline. You look at him as if heâs your deity, as though you canât exist without him. Youâre almost sure that after tonight, you canât. His thrusts start getting sloppy, his hips stuttering as they leave a resounding slap against yours. Armin tenses and whimpers pathetically in your ear, unable to take the ecstasy your wet cunt made him feel.Â
He gives you everything, all his cum, all his passion, and pumps in and out of your warm hole slowly. He shudders, his eyes clouded with pure infatuation as he leans down to force you into a nasty kiss. The kiss was incredibly messy; Armin seemed to be devouring you, with saliva escaping both your mouths as he began sucking on your tongue. When he notices you sucking in heavy breaths, he pulls away from you.
Armin pulled out of you, watching as his cum overflowed out of your sobbing slit. What a sight. He flips you over, on your stomach this time. You let out a long whine when he presses your back into a deep arch. What is he doing? His following words cause your breath to catch in your throat.
âYou didnât think we were done, right? Ass up, mama.â