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sonamytrash · 1 month

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Nothing exciting

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Tags: Levi x Reader, pregnancy, secret pregnancy, Fluff, Krista is a cutie.

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The mess hall was a cacophony of clanging silverware and low conversations, the air thick with the scent of fried onions and meat. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Ymir, Reiner, and Krista sat at their usual table, their eyes trained on you and Levi, who were sitting a few tables away. They had been watching you both ever since they had seen the scene at the stables, and now they couldn't help but wonder how long it had been going on for. The group had spent the better part of the last few days speculating about the nature of your relationship, with each member offering their own unique theories.

There was you, with your playful demeanor and unabashed affection. It was like a breath of fresh air in the otherwise stuffy environment. And Levi? Well, he was the strong, silent type; the rock upon which the survey corps relied.

The interactions between the two of you were fascinating to watch. Even the most casual of glances or gestures seemed to carry a weight of meaning that the others didn't quite understand. The way you both would sneak a touch or a quick brush of fingers against each other's arms as you passed one another, was enough to send the more observant scouts into a frenzy of speculation.

Sasha leaned in, her voice low but curious. "I wonder if they've been hiding this from us all this time," she mused. "They've always seemed so close, but I never would have guessed..." She trailed off, lost in thought.

As they continued to watch, Krista couldn't help but smile whenever she saw you both stealing a moment of privacy, or when Levi would blush and avert his gaze at one of your more forward advances. The air seemed charged with an electricity that was palpable even from across the room. Her curiosity getting the better of her, "Do you think they've been dating long?"

Reiner shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hard to say, really. They've always been pretty close. You remember, back when we first joined up? They were inseparable even then." He turned back to his meal. "It would be reasonable to assume they have been hiding it all this time."

Armin, who had been listening quietly to the conversation, piped up. "I heard they grew up together in the underground," he said, his tone thoughtful. "They must have some pretty deep history between them, and their reasons for keeping things quiet, it isn't unusual given the nature of this line of work for them to be cautious."

Mikasa couldn't help but wonder how you must feel during the times when the scouts were beyond the walls. It was one thing to be apart for a few days or weeks, but when the missions lasted for months at a time. The thought made her heart ache for you just a little.

Ymir decided to chime in with a suggestive joke. "There must be something about the miserable bastard that makes her like him. Maybe he's packing." she says suggestively, earning a few chuckles from the others. "You guys are at the stables this afternoon, right? You'll have to tell us if anything exciting happens." She adds, looking over at Krista and Armin.

The mess hall emptied out, and the scouts went about their business. Some to train, others to muck out the stables or tend to the horses.

You were in your element when you were around the horses. You had a way with them that was both gentle and firm, earning their trust and respect without fail. The soldiers looked up to you, admiring your knowledge and your dedication. You were strong, capable, and unapologetically yourself.

Which is why it seemed so unusual when Hange stopped by and told you to be careful around the horses, "Don't push yourself too hard and to make sure to gave the soldiers more work to do." Their words were softly spoken, meant only for you, but they carried weight nonetheless. Krista and Armin overhead the conversation and quickly averted their gaze, looking at one another with the same questionable look. Hearing you insist that you were fine and not to worry. It wasn't long before the captain himself made an appearance, walking straight over to you, his expression softening but still relaying something that only you seemed to understand as you sighed at him, leaving the stables.

After mucking out the stalls and exercising the horses, Krista was keen to hop into the showers. As she turned the corner, she let out a sigh of frustration as she approached the bathroom door, an out of order sign taped to it. Her heart sank. "Great," she muttered under her breath. The alternative facilities weren't as nice or warm as the main showers they would have to do. With a sigh, she decided to brave the less-frequented bathroom at the other wing end of the building.

As she approached the familiar bathroom door, she could hear muffled sounds coming from within. Curious, she placed her ear against the wood, and she heard someone retching violently, followed by the sound of someone vomiting into the toilet. She quickly knocked on the door. There was no reply, so she knocked again, a little harder this time. "Excuse me, are you okay in there?" She asked, concerned.

The sound of the door swinging open made her jump. Your face was pale and clammy, "Oh, hi Krista," your voice soft. "I didn't expect anyone else to be here. The water in here is always cold, you know that, right?" You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

Krista swallowed hard, her heart still racing. "Are you okay?" she asked concerned, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldnt help but notice that you were wearing your casual clothes, and the faint outline of a bump was visible beneath your shirt. Her eyes widened, the conversation between you and Hange at the stables, the captains attitude towards you still doing strenuous activities all made sense very quickly.

You smiled at her realisation, "Well, I'm not feeling my best right now, but I'll be fine." You paused, leaning against the door frame. "And I guess this means the cat is out of the bag." You chuckle to yourself.

"Look, Krista, there's something I need you to promise me." Your voice taking on a gentle but serious tone. "You can't tell anyone about this, you understand?" You gestured to your midsection, your fingers grazing the fabric of your shirt. "My uniform just about hides it for now, I know it won't be long before it's too obvious. But it would just be easier to keep things quiet for as long as possible. You know how it is around here, people talk." You explain.

Krista nodded. "I-I won't say anything, I promise." She bit her lip, feeling both honoured that you trusted her with the information, still completely shocked.

"Thank you, Krista." You reply relieved, "I don't know what I'm going to do. The survey corps isn't exactly known for its family-friendly policies." Your brow furrowed, and you ran a hand through your hair, tugging at the roots as you let out an exasperated sigh.

Krista nodded understandingly, not used to seeing you like this. Her usual passion began to shine through in an effort to be supportive and positive about the situation. A baby was surely a wonderful thing. "I'm sure there's got to be a way to make it work. You're a valuable member of the team. We need you here! and I'm sure Captain Levi will do whatever it takes to make it all work out to-" She bit her lip, hesitant before continuing, realising she had just assumed Levi was the father, confirming your previous comment about how people gossip around the headquarters. "It is Levi's, right?" She asked, blushing furiously, her voice barely above a whisper. Your face lit up, and you smiled at the mention of Levi's name as you let out a small giggle.

"Is it that obvious, huh?" You ask, slightly embarrassed that your relationship with the captain seems to have become common knowledge, you had both done such a good job of hiding it for so long. "That's one of the reasons I need you to keep it between us. You know how he is." You say, rolling your eyes playfully "He can be a real pain about our private life. Hange knowing makes him nervous enough." You chuckle.

Krista smiles sweetly and nods, "How did Captain Levi take it?" she finally asks, her voice curious, the question was burning in the back of her mind and she knew if she didn't ask now, she would never find out. The smaller details and intricacies of your relationship were fascinating to her. Having watched from afar all these months.

You hesitated for a moment, then smiled, it wasn't like you had been able to share this news with many people. "He was... surprised, at first," you chuckled. "But once he got over the shock, he was actually really happy. He's been so supportive, you know? I know he doesn't come accross as the fatherly type, but I know... I know he'll be a great dad." You said affectionately, resting a hand on your small bump. Krista smiled brightly, reaching out to take your other hand and squeezing it lightly.

"Congratulations, that's amazing, really! And a little scary, too, I imagine." She said thoughtfully. "But when you're ready, everyone will support you. Of that I'm certain." She said in an effort to reassure you. You smiled at her "Thank you, Kris. I appreciate it."

The next morning, as the group walked past the stables, Krista saw you sat down, leaving the more strenuous tasks to the cadets, Levi by your side drinking tea quietly, keeping an eye on you no doubt. You smiled sweetly as your eyes met hers, and you gave her a knowing wink. She smiled back at you, Ymir raised an eyebrow. "What was that about?" Krista shook her head, "Nothing exciting."

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rougepancake · 11 months

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PROMPT 14!!! (“You heard me take it off”) WITH HANGE/HISTORIA/ANNIE/YMIR!!!

(I’m so Downbad for them😭)

😩😩😩

Prompt 14 - “You heard me. take. it. off.”

Ft. Hange Zoe, Historia Reiss, Annie Leonhart, & Ymir

Warnings: Strip poker in Hange’s, zest all the way around tbh, Annie and Ymir being mean (who’s surprised tho), not full smut (sorry everyone LOL-), Historia being cunning (mentions of cheating in hers), dubcon. Not proofread lmaooo-

HANGE ZOE

“You want to play what?” Levi scoffed, looking at Hange with a disgusted expression. He was leaning against the doorway of Erwin’s office, having recently returned from an expedition with his crew. He was going to report to Erwin and leave, but now Hange has his attention.

“Strip poker.” Erwin chuckled, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the idea.

“Hange how exactly did you come up with this?” You tilted your head and crossed your arms, giving them a slightly judgmental look, only to follow it up with a giggle. You couldn’t keep up the act, so you just gave in and looked over at Levi.

“Well- it came to me in a dream! Whoever loses has to take an article of clothing off and so on and so forth.” They grinned and placed their hands on their hips, wriggling their eyebrows at Levi. “What? Are you scared?” They teased and Erwin snickered softly.

“The hell I am. I’m great a poker.” He grumbled and sat down at the table near Erwin’s desk, waiting for the rest of you three to join him.

A couple rounds in, and you were losing bad. You had already taken off your corps jacket and your thigh high boots. If you lost one more game then you’d be taking off your shirt, and while it did sound like a good time, you had some rather nasty scars on your torso- and you weren’t about to sit down and explain it.

“Ahaha!” Hange laughed, smiling as you lost the game once again. Erwin gave you a reassuring smile and Levi simply scoffed.

It was always those three getting you into trouble.

“You know what that means Y/n. Take off your button up.” Levi pointed and Hange hushed him, looking at you expectantly.

Nervously, you took a swig of the whiskey before you before slowly unbuttoning your shirt. You stopped and looked at Erwin, who would hopefully be your saving grace here.

“W-Well I’m feeling sort of tired, you know?” You faked a yawn, letting out a surprised gasp as Hange leaned in and glared at you through their glasses.

“You heard Levi, darling.” They whispered lowly, a dark smirk forming on their lips. You swallowed thickly, Hange’s hands coming up and resting on top of yours. “Take. It. Off.”

HISTORIA REISS

You had been drinking with the rest of the troops, but snuck away to hang out with Historia. The blonde had you behind the barracks, kissing you silly, which was terrifying for you since you knew Ymir had a thing for her.

She was taking control of the whole situation, which was definitely unexpected compared to her whole personality. She was just an easygoing girl with strong morals, and a damn good set of lips.

It was like she had done this before, with how her hands just slid up your sides effortlessly, making you breathless as her lips continued to move against yours.

You were unable to say anything when she pulled away, stunned into silence by the mischievous look in her eyes.

“Ymir would love you.” She whispered, her fingers quickly unbuttoning her shirt. And while she was fast, she was still a tease. Once she had unbuttoned hers, her hands went to yours, but you stopped her.

“H-Historia I don’t know if this is the best thing to do. I mean just look at where we are.” You tried to explain to her that the chances of you getting caught were high, and you didn’t want to risk it.

But she didn’t care.

Of course.

Blondes and their needless determination.

“Come on Y/n. Just take it off. I promise we won’t get caught.” She smiled, and you felt your heart skip a beat. She was so sweet, but you knew what she was doing.

“B-But-“

She cut you off, placing a finger against your lips as her seemingly innocent smile grew. “Didn’t you hear me?” She giggled. “Take it off.” Her eyes shined beautifully underneath the moonlight, and you couldn’t turn her down with how damned sweet her tone was.

She was addictive, and if she wasn’t with Ymir, you’d put the prettiest rock on her finger.

ANNIE LEONHART

Finally.

After months of training and preparation, you had her right where you wanted her.

Or so you thought.

“What the hell are you doing?” She asked, kicking you to the ground with ease. You hated how she was your sparring partner, but you had no other options, so you were stuck with her.

With a groan, you got back to your feet and dusted yourself off. The crowd around you watched in surprise, silently rooting for you.

“Doesn’t matter what I’m doing now. What matters is what I’m going to do.” You smirked, squaring up and taking the defensive side as Annie reared up for another kick.

“Oh yeah?“ She scoffed and brought her leg up and hit your arm harshly, but you countered it by grabbing her leg with your left hand and pulling her to the ground. She hit the ground and the crowd around you cheered, clapping at your victory.

As they cleared out, you bent down and helped Annie up, only to be pinned to the ground by her.

Great. She was pissed.

“What the fuck was that?!?” She whisper shouted, her fists clenching your shirt as she straddled your chest.

If your life weren’t on the line right now, you would’ve found this all very attractive.

“Payback.” You huffed, moving to shove her off but failing. “I’m tired of your ass pushing me around all the time. I don’t care if you’re my sparring partner or not, it’s annoying.” You rolled your eyes and rolled over, pinning her underneath you now, your hand resting lightly on her throat.

“You’re an easy target.” She sighed and loosened her grip on your shirt. Her arms fell down to her sides and you took this as your moment.

“And you’re hot.” You smirked and removed your hand from her throat, sitting back some so she could prop herself up on her elbows. She didn’t seem phased in the slightest, but her eyes betrayed her curiosity.

You lazily stood up and pulled her off the ground, dragging her behind the storage shed and pinning her up against the wooden wall. You put your knee between her legs and applied pressure, your lustful hatred for your rival growing.

“Take off your pants. Let’s get this over with.” You watched her expression change to a challenging one, her eyes shining defiantly.

“Do it yourself.”

Ugh. Blondes and their needless determination.

“You heard me.” You leaned forward and smirked. “Take. Them. Off.”

YMIR

She was oddly illusive, and you couldn’t help but be drawn in by her false sense of confidence. She acted like she was a god, like she was better than the rest of you.

And you hated it.

It was her, Annie, and Mikasa that put themselves up on these high pedestals that they used to look down on everyone.

They all looked out for themselves.

No one else.

Which- in a way - wasn’t that bad. Cause why get attached if you’re just going to die anyways?

Sasha waved her hand in front of your face, pulling you back to reality. She grinned and called you out on your ‘broodiness’, which only annoyed you further.

Jean and Connie dragged Sasha along and left you to deal with Ymir, who had made eye contact with you and was now walking over to where you stood.

“Like what you see?” She smirked and leaned against the table before you.

Wow the sun had really brought out her freckles…

“I don’t typically fall for women with god complexes.” You shrugged it off and raised an eyebrow, staring into her eyes.

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” Ymir winked and took a seat at the table, waving you over with a singular finger.

“Oh really? So you know my type better than I do? Is that what you’re saying?” You smirked and sat down across from her, your eyes shining.

You couldn’t lie. You were invested.

But she was still a bitch.

“Of course.” She chuckled and leaned forward, her voice lowering. You felt your breath hitch and your heart rate quicken. “Just look at you, Y/n. You’re a mess and I haven’t even gotten to touch you yet.” You felt your face flush harshly, your tough act breaking.

“Shut up. You don’t know jack shit about me.” You argued, shooting a glare as you attempted to cover up your embarrassment.

“It’s embarrassing to watch you lie like this. But I won’t stop you.” She winked and stood up, walking over to you and grabbing your wrist, dragging you behind her as she walked.

“What the hell are you planning?” You spat, pulling your wrist from her grasp. With a huff, you followed her off the base and into the forest some, coming to a clearing and stopping behind her.

“Well. I figured that since you want me so bad, that you’d be able to give me a test drive.” She smirked and placed a hand on her hip, looking over her shoulder at you. “Now go ahead and get undressed for me. And behave yourself.” She teased, running a hand through her hair. “You’re all bark and no bite, but I’m both. So watch it.”

You froze and looked down at your clothes, swallowing thickly.

Damn you hadn’t expected it to be this easy.

“Can’t you help me?” You raised an eyebrow, your tone wavering slightly.

“I know damn well you heard me the first time.” You could feel her ego grow, and you blushed profusely. “Take. off. your. clothes.”

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 5 months

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girlfriend historia reiss headcanons (sorry ymir)

- the best gift giver, remembers something you pointed out a year ago

- she has the softest hair in the whole world

- always hooks her arm into yours as you walk

- furrows her eyebrows real hard when she’s trying to figure something out

- she’s the cutest sleeper EVER, always falling asleep on the couch all cozy under a blanket

- is confident in your relationship but not afraid to confront somebody looking at/ talking to you

- enjoys braiding your hair and doing your makeup

- loves to subtly match outfits with you, just a little color coordination

- would definitely pack you a lunch for work

- movie nights are her love language. charcuterie, wine, rom coms and slippers!!

- appreciates the hell out of a back massage

- can catch an attitude but it’s cute

- insists on going to every holiday/birthday party or any kind of gathering because ‘it’s rude not to’

- HOLY ROAD RAGE. she should not be allowed on the road!!

- ^ you should see her play mario kart. she’s ruining friendships

- she’s a jack of all trades, she loves to learn and try new hobbies

- an amazing singer. that girl can belt

- values your relationship more than anything in the world and will always be the best girlfriend she can be because she loves you so and you deserve it

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thatartistshar0n · 3 months

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Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin Masterlist! ☆

Requests are - OPEN!

Stuff I can write for: Fluff, comfort, angst, crack, character x reader, character x character (as long as the ship is appropriate), AU, modern AU, canon verse, hybrid!character, child!reader (only if it's sfw and wholesome, no romance involved), dere type! character (tsundere, kuudere, yandere, etc.), sibling!character, polyamory (please give me reqs for poly stuff i love it sm).

Stuff I refuse to write for: Smut, kink, suggestive content, abuse (unless if it's abuse comfort), pedophilia, incest, stepcest, child!character x reader, (if the relationship between them is more like a child and parent or siblings, that's allowed. if requested to be in a romantic relationship, that won't be allowed), anything that promotes inappropriate subjects, gore (I can do some violence, but I will not write extremely violent stuff)

Characters

"☆" is used for the characters I'm most fond for and enjoy writing for the most! Don't worry, I can still do other characters!

Eren Jaeger (☆)

Nothing yet!

Mikasa Ackerman (☆)

Nothing yet!

Armin Arlert (☆)

Armin x Reader Panic Attack Comfort

Sasha Braus (☆)

Nothing yet! <3

Connie Springer

Nothing yet! <3

Jean Kirstein

Nothing yet! <3

Christa Lenz/Historia Reiss (☆)

Nothing yet! <3

Ymir (☆)

Nothing yet! <3

Hange Zoe (☆)

Nothing yet! <3

Levi Ackerman

Nothing yet! <3

Erwin Smith

Erwin x Reader Comfort Headcanons

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theearlgreymage · 4 months

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Hello and Welcome to my grand project - May Their Blood Boil

This Fic originally started out as a small idea, meant to be a small birthday present for @ic3-que3n. And then the idea grew, because I love them and wanted to do something BIG. And then I reached out to multiple artists and friends (a complete list of those involved can be found below.) So, now this is a beast (haha) of a project. At the time of this initial posting, I have 70,000 words written for this fic -- my lovely editors and beta readers are helping to make sure each of those words is ready for uploading!!

For now, updates will come on a weekly basis.

I hope you all enjoy!!

Summary

Born in the Underground, Levi has been raised on the fringes of civilization. Never once getting to feel the sunshine on his face. But when one of his closest friend grows sick, the only way to procure the life-saving medicine is to take a dangerous job. One that will lead them above ground. Levi never would have guessed the route this treacherous job would lead them. Raised on the surface, Erwin has lived a life of lies and deception. Knowing more than he should and still nothing at all. He wants, more than anything, to uncover the mysteries that the nobility keep to themselves. Willing to go down a dark road and do whatever it takes to find the answers he seeks. When Levi and Erwin's paths cross, they find themselves inexplicably intertwined. Working together to unravel the lies that Eldia is crumbling beneath. But uncovering the truth will be tricky. The journey dangerous. All the magic in the realm serving as nothing more than a cage. And too often spilling blood is the only way to be set free.

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Rating and Additional Information Below the Cut

Fandom | Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating | Explicit

Warnings | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships | Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoe, Nanaba/Mike Zacharia

Characters | Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Moblit Berner, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Mike Zacharias, Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Flagon (Shingeki no Kyojin), Caven (Shingeki no Kyojin), Rod Reiss, Frieda Reiss, Zeke Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, Kuchel Ackerman, Erwin Smith's Father, Nile Dok, Dot Pixis, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Ymir of the 104th (Shingeki no Kyojin), Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Additional Tags | Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, POV Alternating, Magic, Blood Magic, Rebellion, Espionage, Revolution, Secrets, High Fantasy, Fights, Fist Fights, Blood, Blood and Injury, Royalty, Nobility, Illnesses, Terminal Illnesses, Loss of Limbs, Minor Character Death, Miscommunication, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Emotional Slow Burn, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Neck Kissing, Gentle Sex, Angst, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Sex, Fanart, Additional Tags to Be Added

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shinyasahalo · 10 days

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heartsforlamp · 2 years

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Blossoming.

Summary; Based off the GL Manhwa; Moonlight Garden. Many women live in a gigantic mansion, Nobles- are the ones who do not bloom and do not have a specific flower theyre accustomed to. When the Blossoms are in some kind of "heat" the Nobles will help them with that. Blossoms- Women who bloom when it is the right time, going into "heat" and when they fully bloom they die...or do they? Reader, a Amaryllis flower, amazing in nature, trys to find ways to make a cure to Blossoms dying after being fully bloomed. Will they be able to find a cure? Read to find out.

Character relationships; MIKASA ACKERMAN X READER, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss X Ymir, Pieck Finger X Hange Zoe, Hitch Dreyse X Annie Leonhart.

CONTENT WARNINGS; lesbian sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, rough sex, kissing, porn with feelings, crushes, romance, angst, stubborn Mikasa sometimes, Character death, fluff.

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Chapter 001.

Blossoming.

September 7th, year 20XX. My parents passed away on this day, my birthday, to a disease that to this day no one knows what it was.

I'm sitting under a beautiful magnolia tree on top of a hill where my parents were buried. The wind makes my (H/T) go everywhere on my face.

After my parents passed away, I was stuck alone. By myself. There was no one I could go to, like a family member. For some reason we were really distant with them— and still are now.

Then someone unknown, one day took me to this big mansion I've never seen before. This mansion is out in the tall woods, away from any other lifes.

Little did I know that I was a Blossom. That was the reason that the unknown person took me here. I don't know why my parents never told me. Was it something bad?

“I miss you mom and dad. I wish you were still here today. I am doing well now, so don't worry too much about me.” I said, then got up, sliding my hand over their tombstones.

Their tombstones had Amaryllis flowers by them— My flower.

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dearbraus · 2 years

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— Cats Go Meow

Starring; Historia Reiss.

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + afab reader + mommy as a title ( reader ) + petplay + use of leashes + oral ( reader ) + light dom/sub dynamics + dom!reader + chubby reader ( some body descriptions ).

Wordcount; 1.1k

Note; When I says this is self indulgent, I mean it. But do enjoy if this kinda fic it your speed! <3

“Say that again for me, kitty,” you whisper, gently tugging on the chain link leash attached to the frilly pink collar wrapped around Historia’s neck, “I think I misunderstood you.”

Historia giggles, unable to hide the wide grin tugging at you her lips as she looks up at you. The shining golden bell at her throat merrily jingling with her slight movement. She bats her lashes at you, her plump pink lips curling up into a devious smile as she bites back her laughter.

“Meow?”

She says, raising her eyebrows in expectation. Silky strands of her cream coloured hair brush against the bare skin of your thighs as she rests her head in your lap. The clip on cat ears she dons tickle your skin, the pink satin ribbons glues to them all too itchy as Historia innocently peers up at you.

“That’s better, you’re such a good girl aren’t you?”

Historia nods, perching forward to get closer to your face. The leash stops her in her tracks, keeping her just inches from yours. She pouts, her rosy cheeks puffing out in annoyance as you pull away. Though, you can never stay away for too long, leaning down to meet her half way. Her lips taste of bubblegum and vanilla, her glossy lips sticky against your own. The glitter smears across her chin and cheek, a tinge of pink laying in its wake as you kiss Historia, your mouth hot on hers. She moans against you, her well manicured nails digging into your plush, round thighs. The hold you have on her falls slack as your hands slide down her back to her ass, helping her settle onto your lap. Your belly pressed against hers, soft and swathed in ornate lace, body growing hot and filled with desire.

“Mhm,” Historia hums into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip, “I’m your best girl, mommy.”

The two of you giggle, nodding your head along to her words as she trails her fingertips up your curves and rolls. She preens and pants as she surveys your body, plucking at your lingerie and nipping at your chest and neck when you dipped your head back just enough to give her ample space.

“Since I’m so good, will you let me eat you out mommy?”

Historia bats her lashes at you, her blue eyes rounded to give you her best doe eyes. Innocent and meek, that’s what she hopes you see, so desperate for you, “Oh?” you bite, hooking your finger underneath her chin, “You want a reward for being so good baby?”

She nods, tugging at the strap of your bra allowing it to snap against your skin, “Please?”

With a tilt of her head, Historia slinks off of you, her knees hitting the cool hardwood floor. The mattress squeaks and squeals from your two bodies jostling around on it, the neatly laid sheets and duvet growing wrinkled as Historia spreads your plump thighs and pushes you to lay back. Your breath hitches as she delicately peels away your panties, the lacy thing damp with your arousal. Her long acrylic nails graze against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, her middle and ring nails short and stubby compared to the rest.

“How can I say no when you look so pretty on your knees for me.”

She laughs, planting a balmy kiss against your inner thigh, her thumb pressing into the soft flesh. Looking up at you through her lashes, Historia slowly inches upwards towards your dripping pussy, her touch feather light with each small peck delivered with a sliver of teeth.

“Can you?” she mutters, gently helping you lift your leg to rest your foot on the edge of the bed, “Yeah, just like that.”

Taking hold of her leash you furrow your brows, “Enough chit chat, kitty.”

Historia sneers up at you, her tongue poking out from between her lips, but the look evaporated with the gentle tug of her leash. Spreading your folds with her thumbs, she kisses the fat of your cunt, humming to herself when you shudder. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth, flicking against your clit ever so slightly. Historia can’t help but moan, savouring your taste. It’s sweet enough to overshadow the discomfort of you absentmindedly tugging her leash even tighter.

“You’re so good at putting your mouth to work,” you sigh, laying back against the mattress, “Think you were made for this hm, made for making me feel good.”

She nods, looking up at you through her lashes. Wrapping her lips around your clit Historia suckles on the engorged buds, her middle and ring prodding at your hole, slowly stretching you out. A satiny sigh slips through your kiss bitten lips, the sheets furling within your tight knuckled fists. The heat that ignites deep within your belly crawls across your skin, pleasantly warm and mind numbing as everything slips out of your mind.

“My pretty little kitty, so sweet to me.”

You laugh to yourself, your thighs closing on her head when she hits a certain spot just right. Your eyelids flutter shut, her name on your lips like a hymn. She is so good to you, so sweet; gently coaxing your legs back open as she lavishes her tongue around your pretty pussy. Her two fingers curl upwards, your walls pulsing around them. Your chest heaves and you can hear your heartbeat, pounding against your tender ear drums.

“Make me cum Historia, please.”

The leather handle of the leash crinkles in your hold, crushed beneath your hand and the mattress, uncomfortably taunt as you pull your lover impossibly close to you. Though, she doesn’t waver, sucking and kissing in tandem with her hand as though her life depended on it.

It starts in your belly, low and steady, and then it bursts across your body; your orgasm. Your muscles grown tight, twitching in the aftershocks as you gush into Historia’s mouth, your juices pooling beneath your ass and coating her face.

When she peeks up at you from between your legs, her cheeks at red, hot and flushed bright. Wordlessly, she lips her lips, slinking back into your lap, “Did I do a good job?”

You nod, cupping her cheek, “You did the best job, my perfect girl.”

Pushing her satin panties to the side, she sports a wicked grin.

“Then ...” her eyes flicker between your bodies to your eyes, “Can I?”

You know what she’s hinting at, she’s all but pressed her sopping cunt against your own, holding back her own desperation.

“I don’t think I can hold back mommy, your kitty must be in heat.”

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starfirette · 2 years

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Hung!R being selected as a member of Queen Historia's secret harem.

✨Male! Reader x Historia Reiss

✨masterlist | requests are open | THIS IS NSFW. I'm so in love with this au. I really really foresee myself writing more of this LMAO

✨here are your warnings: harem sex/poly sex/ the word orgy honestly just turns me off of it tbh + Historia has a harem + definitely breeding kinks + this is just a really weird au + some spoilers for the ending of the series + Historia's not pregnant yet

18+ minors do not fucking interact

Historia very much is...distant. Emotionally, she's just really damaged. She'll forever be in love with Ymir. She'll never really get over it. She definitely covers this up by engaging with the harem in sex.

You were taken into the harem after the Rumbling was ended. Though it wasn't entirely successful, it was the best you could all do. So much death had spread between your group of friends. By the time everything was over, it didn't feel like you were apart of a group of friends anymore. Instead it felt like you had to be there.

Like you had to find some way to go on with life despite the loss of nearly everyone you loved.

Historia felt very similar to you. She processed the grief the same way you did.

When she invited you to join her harem, you were honestly very surprised. She of all people had a harem? Historia didn't even blush when you pressed the matter.

Rolling up to the country house was surreal. Historia preferred to keep these affairs private.

The group was small, filled with a few other young men and women. The first night was spent alone with Historia. To get "acquainted" with her.

It was comforting. It was intense. It was the way you two could both come to terms with the violence that had struck your lives.

Historia was, unsurprisingly, submissive. She was different than others in the way that she was a little aggressive. She's definitely a power bottom.

When Historia had her way with you, she decided that you could choose when you were ready to join the group sessions. It was all structured around Historia's wants and needs. Her ovulation dates were the biggest nights of the month; the overall goal was to produce an heir. That was the front lining reason for this "group"; to say otherwise would be a little disconcerting.

Aphrodisiac salves shared around the room. Historia laid in the center of a mountain made from red velvet cushions and quilts. Historia wanted you close. She wanted you to be at her side, always, and so you had assumed the position of being the 'leader'. Her pale body would become so flushed as you lathered her skin with salves that made her all tingly. Her nipples all pink and sore as they became erect, and she'd signal to you what she wanted. She had a routine.

She'd lay her head in the lap of one of the other young women who would massage her tits while you held her hand. Someone would go down on her a few times, licking on her aching clit and fucking her hole with their tongue until she was trembling all over.

She didn't want anyone else to properly have her, though. That was an honor for you.

Why?

Maybe because you'd known her for a long time. You'd been a cadet with her. You'd been there during all of it. Maybe you were just the closest thing she had to another Ymir.

But the others would gather around and suck on her delicious tits as you fucked her properly with your long, thick cock. Pounding so hard and deep inside of her that her tits jiggled and her face screwed up with dazing pleasure.

Her blonde hair would stick to her cheeks, all red and pink now.

Historia whimpers and moans and cries. That's how you know when she's having a real orgasm. When she's laying there sobbing your name, gripping your hands so tight she could break your fingers.

The other women would kiss along your body and coo over you as you plow into Historia. But you never paid them any mind. They didn't feel real to you. Only Historia did.

And Historia became attached. Very very fast.

She doesn't approve of you laying with any others. Men and women, it doesn't matter. Your cock is hers.

Historia will call off any sessions if you're not feeling well. If you're not up for it, then nothing happens. At. All.

Historia seeks you out in private. She sometimes wants to be with you alone; it feels real that way.

Sometimes she just wants to talk to you. About the past, about the future. About the things she has to do.

When she goes out to meet up with her friends, neither of you speak a word of what goes on in the country house.

As far as Armin and Mikasa and the others are concerned, you live up there with her to help her out. Keep her company and what not. Though they had their suspicions you and Historia had some kind of relationship, no one would have ever guessed the truth.

Historia doesn't like it when you pay attention to other girls or guys during the group sessions. She gets so angry to see you kiss another, especially when your cock is inside her. It's not fair. It's just not right.

She loves to get fucked by your long cock when the others around her play on their own. Just couples lounging in the room, fucking one another, the sounds all mingling; it could be louder than hell in there, but Historia would only be paying attention to you.

She goes dumb for your cock. It's thick and long and it makes her feel so good. She begs for your cum. She tells you that she's been good; that she's good enough. If you tease, she gets more aggressive. She's the queen. She demands you to fill her up.

You eventually just do as she asks. You'd do anything she asks.

You probably end up marrying her at some point. After a few months, it'd become obvious that whenever Historia gets pregnant, the child will be yours.

You're willing to take care of Historia any way she needs. Is it love? Yes, definitely. Are you two in love with one another? Hard to say. Either way, you're going to take care of her in any way she asks.

After all, she's the queen.

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tsukidrama · 2 years

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Queensguard [ɴѕғᴡ]

ʜɪѕᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ʀᴇɪѕѕ x ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢѕ: lesbian sex, cunnilingus

Historia knows that she can count on her inner circle of soldiers. You, on the other hand, she trusts a little bit more.

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written 06 oct 2021, reposted in dec

note: i abandoned this fic for the longest time but i’m so happy with how it turned out! the smut was so fun to write

The private bedroom of The Queen was not a heavily trafficked area of the castle. For the most part, only a small team of chambermaids and Historia herself have even seen the inside of her bedchamber. Guards were told to remain outside of the door and were strictly forbidden to enter.

Yet on the nights when it was you assigned to stand watch outside of her bedroom, it’s The Queen herself who often convinces you to abandon your post outside of her door. And lately, you’ve found yourself being called inside her chambers nearly every time you’re posted for guard duty there.

Usually, she waits about an hour into your shift before she cracks the door open and pokes her head outside. She beckons for you to come inside, and of course, you aren’t going to decline a direct invitation. But your supervisor would have your head if she knew you’d even thought about it.

Mostly, you just talk to Historia. Sometimes, she asks you to hold her, and sometimes she just curls up in your lap and wraps your arm around her.

She’s usually the one who kisses you. Most times you’re too shy to make the first move, and it takes some coaxing to get you out of your head. She’ll unfasten the buckles of your maneuvering gear with expertise and skill she could have only gained from being a soldier herself, and pushes the harness off your shoulders with your jacket.

“I may be The Queen now,” she’ll whisper into your hair as her lips press to your forehead, “but you were my friend before any of that.”

It makes sense when she says it, and you know that she’s right. Yet the next time she calls you in, you go easily, but still, find yourself frozen when her hands begin to wander. For the past few times you’d been in there with her, she’s guided your hands to her waist suggestively in a way that clearly suggests she wants more than comforting cuddles.

The last time you’d seen her, she had unsubtly slipped your hand right up the front of her nightgown. Her fingers tightened around yours to hold them in place, but even so, the moment your hand meets her bare skin, you yanked it away.

“I’m sorry. I want to,” you told her, your heart thudding in your chest, “I really, really want to -- but this job is just...” Your voice trailed off while your hands shook, and you tried to muster up the courage to even touch her hand again.

Historia didn’t even look disappointed, but you still feel guilty. “You don’t have to explain. It’s okay,” she assured you, ever considerate.

You couldn’t figure out whether the panic you experienced was due to your job security in the Queensguard, or had to do with your big fat gay crush on Historia. But if there’s one thing you did know, it’s that you had feelings for her that went deeper than the patriotism and loyalty you had towards her as monarch.

Despite your hesitance, Historia was as patient and kind as she always is, and just encouragingly squeezed your hand. Metaphorically, she rolled the ball into your court.

“I want you to know that my offer still stands,” she told you softly, “whenever you’re ready.”

You would be lying if you said you didn't expect this at this point. So many nights you’d spent close to her, or wrapped up in her embrace with her lips on yours. Of course, you wanted her. Endlessly you would daydream about what it would feel like to fuck her.

But what if your captain heard about it? While you were on duty? You’d be court-martialed for sure, then run through the mud by the public.

It might be worth it, though. Up to that point, the time you got to spend with her hands caressing your cheeks and with your ear close to her heart... It was worth every bit of risk every time she kissed you, or every time she climbed up on your lap so you could hold her.

But before long, you had to pry yourself away from her. “I’m sorry, Your Highness,” you lamented as you dragged yourself back to your post. “I’ll make it up to you.”

So the next time that you know you’ll be assigned outside her bedroom door, you show up with all the courage you can muster, and do your best to prepare yourself as you get ready to go all the way with the Queen, who is also one of your closest friends -- and you are not looking to mess it up with her.

The door creaks open about twenty minutes into your shift. Yet even though you expected it at some point, the sound of the doorknob turning makes you jump. The heavy wooden door creaks as it opens slowly.

Light from her bedroom shines out into the hallway, and you turn around to face the entrance as the door opens enough for Historia to get around. Long blonde hair tumbles over her shoulders as she pokes her head around the door. You catch her gaze, and her eyes light up when she sees you.

“Historia -- I mean, Your Highness!” you exclaim. “I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.” Blood rushes in your ears, and you feel a little bit dizzy at the idea of what will probably happen if you go inside there with her.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too badly...” she teases, but then gets a little more serious, “I have your schedule memorized. The nights where you’re on guard are always my favorites.”

She smiles sweetly at you, and her fingers drum against the wood of the door. Her eyes flit from you to the empty corridor. When she sees that no one is around, she pushes the door open a little more.

“I can’t blame you,” you reply, and you take her hand to press a kiss onto it. “They’re my favorite nights, too.”

Despite the cool and collected smile on your face, you can feel the beads of nervous sweat beginning to form on your forehead as you know what’s about to come next.

Historia tucks her hair behind her ear and clears her throat. Sure enough: “So will you keep me company for a little while?” she asks. “I can’t seem to fall asleep.”

You pretend to be scandalized and feign a gasp. “But Your Highness… I’m not allowed.”

She rolls her eyes and giggles. “Get in here, dummy,” she says as she grabs you by your jacket. “You know you don’t have to follow the same stupid rules as everyone else does.”

The queen stands on the tips of her toes and pulls at your collar. You bend down to her height but let her come to you. At first, her lips are so gentle and soft against yours that you can hardly feel her, but the soft puffs of breath from her nose of your cheek leave you with no doubt.

Historia pulls away, then nuzzles her nose into yours. Her eyes flit from your lips down to the collar of your shirt. Slowly and deliberately, she undoes the top button before she looks at you again.

“You’ll stay, right?” she asks, eyes wide.

“Of course,” you say immediately, and curse yourself for seeming overeager.

But Historia giggles along with you and squeezes your shoulder. “Good,” she says. She slides her hands down your shoulders slowly and lets them drag all the way down your arms. You shiver as shivers run down your spine.

Her fingers trace down until she reaches your hands, which she takes into hers as gently as always. “Nothing. It’s just cold,” she says, and shakes her head dismissively, “I want to get back in bed.”

“Then you should. I’ll come with you.” The words leave your mouth before you know it, and you don’t give yourself the time to think before you guide her there. You place your hand on her lower back.

Historia looks a little surprised, but the excitement quickly takes over.

“Because you want to, right?” she asks, “We don’t have to just because you said so last time.”

“Because I want to,” you assure her. For emphasis and to make your point, you kiss her deeply on the lips. She makes a tiny noise of surprise as it knocks the breath out of her for a moment. She blinks a few times, then sighs dreamily as she melts into your arms.

After you pull your lips away, the queen clings to you. She stays on the tips of her toes for several seconds so that she can nuzzle her nose against your cheek.

“Oh, well.... okay,” she says shyly. Tucking her hair shyly behind her ear, she asks you one last time. “Are you sure?”

Your face feels hot, and you’re hyper-aware of everything around you. Yet you find the strength to nod your head.

“I’m ready.”

A matching blush spreads across Historia’s face. “Oh thank god,” she sighs, then takes your hands and guides you toward her bed, “because I’ve been looking forward to this. I really want to have sex with you.”

Your cheeks are burning bright red, and somehow you manage to shuffle across the room. The bed is huge, with four tall posts reaching almost to the ceiling. Expensive fabrics hang from the ceiling to drape down below to curl at the floor. The hues of blues and greens that frame the sides of the bed are reminiscent of waterfalls, streaming and tumbling to the floor into a hazy mist that’s instead made of gauzy white fabric. It’s everything you’d expect for The Queen to have, and an amenity you’re starting to get surprisingly accustomed to.

Historia pulls back the many layers of covers to reveal white silk sheets, and she nearly leaps on top of them. Her nightgown rides up to reveal her thighs, and you suddenly find that your uniform is incredibly restricting. You tug at your collar and find yourself glad that she had loosened that button earlier.

The bed is so large that it nearly swallows Historia up whole. She crawls to the edge of the mattress and beckons that you come closer. In the two seconds it takes for you to cross over to her, she’s wrapped her arms around your shoulders and has risen to her knees to pull you into a kiss.

She pushes your jacket off, and the next thirty seconds are filled with a rushed silence, just heavy breathing and the sound of clothes rustling between the two of you. You toss aside your garments, and even though you know that she’s doing the same, you still feel your heart stop when her nightgown flutters off to the side.

When it hits the floor, time slows down. When the movement of her panties sliding down her legs catches your eye, your head turns to her like magnetism. Her skin is smooth and pale, but not unmarked by her days in the Scouting Legion, as the occasional scar interrupts her otherwise flawless skin. She covers her breasts with her arm, though she obviously isn’t trying very hard when she lets one of her nipples slip free.

For a moment you gaze at her, mesmerized by the sight of her. She’s perfect with her blush-stained cheeks and her peaches-and-cream complexion. Her hair falls around her shoulders like rippling sunshine to tumble down her back. Her lips part ever so slightly, and you notice they’re the same shame of light pink as the tiny buds that she twists playfully between her thumb and forefinger.

So quickly that you nearly get yourself tangled up, you strip away the rest of your clothes and toss them aside. You trip over yourself as you climb up onto the bed next to her and at this point, you could care less about the lack of grace you’re exhibiting.

And so could Historia, given the way that she nearly pounces on you. Once again you’re reminded of her background in the military when she pins you below her. Mere centimeters separate your bodies, and you find that you’re a lot more flustered than you had anticipated when she makes eye contact with you. Her elbows rest on either side of your head with a curtain of her hair framing your face. The light filtering through strands of golden hair illuminates her face and makes her look downright angelic.

After a moment, she huffs and she swings a leg over your hips. As she finds her balance, you instinctively support her by holding her hips. The feeling of her warm and smooth skin against your worn and much-rougher hands sends electricity through you. Instinctively your fingers tighten, and Historia lets out a low moan in response.

Your brain short-circuits as all the blood in your body goes straight between your legs. Pussy throbbing, your fingers anchor into her hips harder still to keep her close.

“Please,” she whines, “touch me.” At the same moment, she shifts, slotting herself on top of you grinding down on your thigh. Wetness smears on your skin as she looks down at you with a self-satisfied smirk. You feel starstruck and paralyzed beneath her, but you find the strength to lift a hand and caress the curve of her breast.

To your surprise, Historia brushes you off to the side in favor of leaning down over your body. Gentle kisses are pressed against your beck and collarbone, all the way down to your tits, which she fondles happily. Her tongue pokes out of her mouth to flick against your nipples before she closes her lips over the tiny bud and sucks.

Her hands find your thighs, which she tickles lightly. When her kisses fall lower and lower and her hands move between your thighs to part them, you realize what she’s trying to do. Embarrassment overtakes you and you feel yourself blushing all the way down to her chest but you let her continue.

And so, you spread your thighs open for The literal Queen. Eagerly she drops down between your legs and nuzzles her cheek to your inner thigh. Her tongue pokes out, and she delicately licks the side of your clit.

It takes her just a few seconds to find a rhythm that leaves you sapped of all of your energy. For someone so dainty and high-class, she sure does seem to be a lot more willing to bury her face in a pussy than you would have anticipated -- yet Historia’s tongue wraps around your clit and laps between soaked folds with not just willingness, but excitement.

She isn’t afraid to get messy with it either, you find out, when her tongue slips through your entrance. It feels so obscene when you feel it wriggle deep inside of you that a shameful noise escapes you. You slap a hand over your mouth, but as soon as you do, her tongue withdraws and leaves you feeling empty. You whine.

“No, let me hear.” It’s not a request, and you are not one to disobey Your Queen.

You let your cries ring out, and try to tune out the way it echoes in the marble chamber. Historia relishes in the sound apparently, as she delves back between your legs with fervor. Her tongue snakes back into the soaking wet canal of your pussy, and as if that wasn’t enough pleasure, she rubs your clit with the pads of her fingers.

The stimulation leaves your clenching around her tongue, spasming with every movement and quickly devolving beneath her. When it becomes so much that you gasp, your thighs trembling like a leaf, she removes her fingers and closes her lips over your clit.

Her slick tongue swirls softly around the bud, and the vacuum of her closed lips leaves you feeling even more sensitive. It’s everything you never knew you needed, and seeing her blonde head bobbing up and down between your legs makes you feel dizzy and overwhelmed.

The orgasm hits you all at once. You don’t quiet the moans that leave you, nor stop yourself from bucking your hips up. Historia moans into you, and the vibrations make you gush cum all over her tongue.

She’s gentle as she swirls her tongue around to help you ride out the waves. You twitch at every touch, and can’t help but feel somewhat of a royal yourself with the way someone so important and so high-up would lavish you with such intimate attention.

Finally, once a heavy sense of satisfaction floods through your belly, she pulls her head up. A heavy coating of slickness covers her face, shining in the candlelight. She doesn’t even bother to wipe her mouth off before she crawls up your body to kiss you again, and you couldn’t care less. You kiss her back with all the passion you can muster.

She wipes her cheeks on the side of her hand when she pulls away. “Would you do the same for me?” she asks, and at first you’re taken aback by her boldness.

But of course, you don’t even have to think about it. “Like you even had to ask…” you mutter.

You’re too hot and bothered to do the same song and dance she did with you, but she saves you the effort when she starts climbing up your body. You’re so eager to please her that you don’t waste any time and help her steady herself as her knees fall on either side of your head.

Historia looks down at you from above, and chuckles almost nervously before she tilts her hips toward you. You waste absolutely no time in wrapping your arms around the backs of her thighs and pulling her down.

She’s already so soaking wet that you can easily slip past the perfectly pink folds of her pussy. When she moans, you can feel her twitching against your tongue. You drag it around, slowly at first, but speeding up with more concise and disarming movements as she gets used to the pressure. For a moment, you open your mouth as wide as it can go and extend your tongue up inside of her.

It’s warm, wet, and inviting, and you’d like nothing more to fill her up.

Your tongue stays wrapped around her clit, lavishing it with attention all the while. One of your hands grips her ass tightly while the other comes round her leg to reach for between them. Two fingers join your tongue in touching her, and you briefly feel your fingers bump your chin as you draw tiny circles against the tight opening of her pussy.

Historia lets out a low moan and tries to push herself down on your fingers. A trickle of slickness coats them, and when you press deeper inside, her moans grow breathier and more high-pitched. Her hips shift, and your wrist moves, then suddenly you find yourself two and a half knuckles deep inside of her.

Inside of her is snug and velvety, though the slipperiness allows you to move your fingers in and out with ease. You crook your fingers into the much softer and nearly spongy flesh of her g-spot, the queen cries out and nearly doubles over as she grabs onto you. One of her hands pulls your hair at the scalp while the other grips your shoulder for balance.

Unfettered, you continue your movements while lapping at her clit until you can feel her walls tighten around your fingers. You quicken with your tongue and it’s all that she needs to be pushed over the edge. Her pussy clenches down rhythmically as she comes, and her nails dig into your shoulder. A high-pitched squeak ekes out of her.

A gush of hot and thick liquid sprays out onto your face. When you push your fingers inside, it plugs her up, only for it to gush down your hand. Fluid drips down your neck and shoulders and down into your hair, but you can’t be bothered. Your only focus is making her feel as good as possible as she rides her orgasm out.

Your fingers slip out in favor of your tongue once again. Licking from the hole back up to her clit, you give her pussy one last kiss before you finally lean back down against the mattress.

Finally, she lets go of your shoulders and untangles herself from your embrace. You nearly whine when she leaves you, but judging by the way your skin struggles to unstick from each other, you need to be cleaned up a little before you can lie back down in the bed. As you get up, you throw the comforter soaked in cum on the floor a few feet away.

“Here, come with me.” Historia intertwines your fingers with hers and pulls you by the hand as she climbs off the side of the bed. You can see her legs are shaking like a baby deer’s as she waddles to push open the ornate gilded door to the bathroom -- which you had only ever seen before through the partially open door.

It’s floor-to-ceiling white marble, with an entire wall full of fluffy towels, bath soaps, and other products that you hardly recognize. On the left sunken into the floor lies a bathtub so unthinkably large that it has steps, a railing, and a built-in seat big enough for the both of you to fit on, with room to spare.

Historia shoots you a sly glance as she leans down to twist the knob of the faucet. Water sprays out from the dual taps, one on each side of the tub, loudly splashing on the empty floor of the tub. She plugs up the drain with a stopper and leaves it to fill. As the two of you wait, she crosses the room to grab something to wash yourselves with.

You stand next to the stairs of the bathtub feeling very much out of place in such a high-class space. Historia comes back with two giant towels and a vial of something with a nice, flowery aroma. She pours it over a small washcloth and starts to descend the steps.

You notice how quickly the tub fills. The water has already risen a few inches above the seat, so you follow her somewhat timidly into the warm tub. Historia disappears, then re-emerges with a splash as she pushes her hair away from her face. She rises fully and takes a step towards you. Between the way she bites her lip as she comes closer and the way that droplets of water trail down her skin to make her already supple body look like it’s glistening. Your hand finds her breast again to give it a squeeze.

Historia smiles as she stands on her toes to kiss you. The hot water is nothing compared to the heat that you feel when your skin is up against hers again. Electricity sparks as your hips and thighs slip against one another, still seeking contact. Both of your arms snake around her back to hold her tighter.

She turns the water off when it reaches a little higher than your waist. Only then does she sit down. When she lies back to relax, the water flows over her shoulders almost up to her chin. Though, she doesn’t seem to mind and even settles lower down into her chair.

You recognize the good-smelling vial as body wash, so you pour some of its contents onto the damp washcloth. As you lather it up, you notice that Historia is watching you with interest -- no, she gazes at you hungrily as she sinks down into the water, so low that her nose and mouth are submerged.

So you put on a little show for her by spinning around for her as you soap up your arms and back, flexing and looking back at her teasingly.

“You’re staring, Your Highness...”

She giggles, and bubbles splash up at her as she exhales. She lifts her head out of the water, and she suddenly has a much softer expression on her face than she had a few seconds ago.

“Please, would you stay the night with me?” she asks all of a sudden, her cheeks reddening.

You contemplate it for a moment as you finish washing yourself, and then think about how much trouble you could get into if another guard were to walk in on you sleeping naked in the Queen’s bed.

Doubt and insecurity win over desire, and so you’re honest with her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You’re surprised when Historia blinks back tears. “I just can’t fall asleep,” she confesses, “and when I do, there are bad dreams. I don’t like being in here by myself. I guess I got used to having roommates in the military.”

A small laugh escapes you. “I can’t imagine missing the dorms. I can’t stand them.” You offer her the soapy washcloth, which she gratefully accepts.

“I never thought I would either,” she stands up on the seat to clean her body, making a point to display herself seductively before you with her ass pushed out, “but it’s lonely up here…”

You don’t need the extra convincing, but regardless you sit back and enjoy the view. “Well… I suppose I don't mind staying just this once. But you have to promise to cover for me if I get in trouble.”

“I told you that you won’t get in trouble. I’m the Queen. What I say goes!” she humphs. Historia punches the air in victory, then oh-so-casually washes her armpits.

You put your hands up in surrender and chuckle at the small but mighty woman. “You’re right,” you concede, “you always are.”

“Then stop arguing,” she demands, and leans forward. The washcloth is dropped, and it sinks beneath the surface of the water as it floats away.

“Yes, Your Highness...”

A long moment passes before her lips make contact with yours, and it feels like you could live in the moment forever. The kiss starts softly, and as it’s slow and tender as it is warm. Historia’s fingertips trace along your shoulders and collarbone.

The kiss deepens, and her arms wrap around your shoulders. She falls to her knees and effectively straddles you when you pull her body flush against you. The soap on her skin slips between you as it's washed away by the water, but it makes the feeling of your tits rubbing up against hers all the more erotic.

Historia touches the back of your head lightly as she gently sighs through her nose, the whole time never ceasing to kiss you dizzy. A wave of dopamine in your brain maxes out your bliss, and your surroundings only add to your comfort.

After an immeasurable amount of time, Historia pulls away and sighs, gazing at you dreamily.

“It’s too quiet here alone. I miss falling asleep talking to people,” she confesses.

You nod and offer her a smile. “Is that what you’d like me to do? Talk to you until you fall asleep?”

“That would be nice,” Historia blushes. “Can you hold me?”

You know that she doesn’t mean for you to do it right that second, but you wrap your arms around her tighter in a hug.

“As you wish,” you whisper into her cheek before you press a kiss into her skin.

It’s just the two of you, undisturbed until the morning. Not for a second will you let your guard down -- what kind of Queensguard would you be if you allowed that? But as Historia rests her head on your shoulder and nuzzles in, you find that for now, you can relax.

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