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#Miche Zacharius x male reader
your-averagewriter · 2 years
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Request rules.
I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.
I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.
I also only really write x reader fics.
My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!
- Thanks for the requests though! :)
Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!
People/characters I will write for:
DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:
- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.
- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.
- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).
- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.
- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.
- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.
- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.
HORROR:
- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.
- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.
- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.
- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.
- The Boy - Brahms.
- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.
- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.
- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.
- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.
- The Crow - Eric Draven.
- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.
MARVEL:
- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.
- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.
- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.
DC:
- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.
- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.
- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).
- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.
The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).
ANIME:
- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.
- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.
- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.
- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.
- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.
- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.
- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.
- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.
- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.
MUSIC:
- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.
- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).
- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.
- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.
- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.
- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.
- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).
- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.
SCI-FI:
- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.
- Prey - Naru, Taabe.
- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.
- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.
OTHERS:
- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.
- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.
- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.
- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.
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I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)
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deansmalewife · 3 years
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AOT X Male! Reader
(I say male reader because I’m writing this with a male character in mind, but it’s pretty Gender Neutral so far.)
(Also, I don’t know what this is. I suppose it could be the start of a fic if I ever get around to do it.)
You couldn’t breathe.
That was the first thing you realized when you opened your eyes. Maybe you were slightly exaggerating, but you couldn’t get a full breath in without your lungs burning. The sun was too blinding for you to take a good look at your surroundings, but you knew you were surrounded by buildings.
Looking down, you noticed the body sprawled across you like a blanket. You panicked and shoved it off, pushing yourself up and backwards, hitting the wall behind you. Your leg hurt, and you knew there was a possibility that it was broken. Your OMD gear was gone, most likely disregarded in the fall. You remember, then, why you were out there in the first place.
Wall Maria had fallen, leaving the citizens to run from the Titans and defend themselves. You, along with the rest of the survey corps, were sent out in hopes of saving some of the citizens. Half of your squad had been wiped out and you didn’t know where the rest had gone off to. The guy who was laying on top of you, you remembered absently, wasn’t part of your team. You don’t know where he came from, but you didn’t think it mattered at the moment.
Ignoring the pain in your leg, you scooted over towards him, putting your fingers on his neck. He had a pulse, which was both good and bad. Good because you had someone with you, and bad because his life was in your hands. He didn’t look injured, which you were thankful for. You didn’t think you’d be able to treat his wounds along with yours.
As quickly as you could, you gathered two wooden boards that were left behind from the damage. You wrapped them around your leg using the cloth from your undershirt, securing it tightly with a knot. Sweat slid down your face, the cause from a mixture of heat and the pain. You looked over at the man from before, his dirty, blonde hair resting flat against his head. You didn’t know how long the two of you had been out here, but clearly it was too long.
“Hey.” You grabbed the man and rolled him over, shaking his shoulder. The blonde gave a grunt in response, but otherwise didn’t move. You let out a sigh, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You grabbed both of his shoulders, shaking them a bit harder this time. “Hey! We’ve gotta get moving.”
The man’s eyes fluttered open, revealing a greenish-blue color that somehow reminded you of home. They sparkled in the light before an arm came up and covered them, a groan escaping the mans lips. Slowly, but surely, you picked yourself up, mindful of of your injured leg. You leaned against the broken wall behind you, stretching your arm in front of the man.
“Come on, we haven’t got much time.” Truly, you didn’t know whether the Titian’s were coming or not, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The man lifted his arm and stared at you, his eyes widening a fraction as if he’d just now noticed you, before his features settled back. He sat up and grabbed your arm, hauling himself up and stumbling on wobbly legs. His eyes scanned the surroundings, but you had more important things to do.
You began to hobble on one leg to the other building, leaving the other man behind. It wouldn’t be your fault if he was dumb enough to stay where he was. After all, they were in the survey corps. The man in question jogged up to you, slipping himself between you and the wall. He grabbed your arm and placed it over his shoulders before wrapping his arm around your waist and taking some of your weight.
You grunted in response, a frown forming on your face as you tugged at your arm, fully intending on walking by yourself. The man, however, had other plans and held you firmly in place while walking in between buildings.
“I’m Miche Zacharius.” Miche stretched his arm out, grabbing your arm in the process and shaking in firmly. You stared at his hand, a small smile forming on your face as you shook back.
“Y/N L/N” You responded, finally dropping his hand. You noticed belatedly that he was quite tall and was supporting most of your weight. The journey would have been excruciating if he hadn’t been able to help.
“Shit.” You briefly heard his whisper under his breath before he was dragging you into one of the buildings that were still standing. He jostled you around in his haste making you hit your leg. You slapped a hand over your mouth, accidentally biting down on your tongue as you sat you down in the corner.
“The fuck are you doing?!” You whispered harshly, whipping the blood off of the corner of your mouth. The house you were in wasn’t bad compared to the others. It was actually quite surprising how much of it was left.
“Titans!” Miche whispered back, going to sit next to you.
You sighed, placing your head in your hands. The entire situation was stupid, of course, and it made you angry. “You should go. Get out of here and leave while you can.” Your voice was steady, but secretly you were scared of being left alone. You weren’t scared of dying, no, but a lot of people in the survey corps weren’t. It was how people died which was so concerning. No one wanted to be left helplessly in one spot while waiting to be eaten by a damn Titan.
“What?!” His head snapped towards yours, anger flashing in those beautiful eyes. You couldn’t help but let out a startled laugh, all the emotions from earlier finally crashing down on you.
“You heard me. Getting both of us back safely is a suicide mission. You should know this, Commander.” You rolled your eyes, leaning your head back against the brick wall.
“So, you know who I am? Regardless, It’s still suicide if I go alone!” He shouted back before realizing and snapping his head to the window, making sure the Titans didn’t hear them. Thankfully, they did not.
“Yes, but it’s less of a Suicide if you go alone.” You decided to ignore his first question as it wasn’t that relevant. You we’re thinking logically, as anyone should in your position. Did you want to die? No, of course not, but a Commanders life was worth more than some squad member. He knew this much if the way his face softened was a sign.
“I’ll come back and get you then.” He tried to reason. It was a nice thought, really, and you were glad to know there were commanders like him. As foolish as he was acting in the current moment.
“I’ll be dead by then.” You looked at him, really looked at him, then smiled warmly. “Thank you for helping me this far and for thinking of me. You should go.” You shoved his shoulder and looked away, afraid that if you stared any longer your emotions would get the best of you. God you didn’t want to be left alone.
You seen him move out of the corner of your eye, heading for the back door before pausing and looking back at you. “I will come back for you.” Then he was gone, sneaking down the side of the house and running in between houses towards the gate.
You noticed belatedly just how silent it was without someone else around. That probably meant they had failed to defend Wall Maria and retreated to the inner wall. It was almost comical how you felt like the last person on earth. Alone.
Your hands began to shake, hot tears trailing down your face and gathering at the bottom of your chin. The panic finally began to sink in, leaving your anxiety and emotions a total train reck. You pulled one knee up, resting your chin on the top and closing your eyes. Maybe if you didn’t look, you could pretend you were somewhere else.
You weren’t going to die.
You’d be damned if you let yourself die here in this stupid rundown house surrounded by fucking ugly mugs called Titans. No, you weren’t going to die.
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thecrowcern · 2 years
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My Good Boy (Miche Zacharius x Reader Smut)
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Reminder: My reader inserts are all black, chubby and FtM Trans (meaning a man with a vagina since they haven’t gotten bottom surgery)
CW: creampie, scent kink, breeding kink, use of words: pussy, cunt, good boy, puppy, light pup play if you squint, porn without plot
Note: this is also posted to my AO3 account: here
WC: 1k
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Walking through the front door you let out a groan as you drop your bags. “Baby! I’m home!,” you called, walking into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. The day was long and your eyes barely stayed open as you leaned against the counter for support. Your mind begins to wonder as you wait for the water to come to a boil. Suddenly a pair of strong, scared arms wrap around your middle. “Hello, my heart,” the gruff voice whispered, kissing your neck softly.
You melted in his embrace, leaning back against him he asked, “How was your day, my love?” Listening to your woes he turns on the stove, keeping one arm around your waist he seemingly danced around the kitchen with you. This had become routine for the two of you, coming home to bask in each other. “Alright, my dear, gotta let you go for a minute,” laying you on the couch he kisses your head before retrieving your cup of tea.
The two of you cuddled on the couch, draped in soft blankets as you sip your tea, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. Leaning your head against his shoulder you smile as his arms wrap around your center. “Is someone getting antsy?” you tease, feeling his hardening cock against your lower back. He whines, nodding as he sniffs your neck, “You smell so good, and you were gone all day.” His voice is husky, thick with arousal, and dripping with need. Miche slides his hands up your shirt, moaning at the feeling of your skin under his fingers. “Have I ever told you how soft you are?”
“Every time you feel me,” you chuckle as you pull off your shirt completely. Licking your neck he pinches your nipples, twisting them gently as he leaves heated hisses against your neck and shoulder. “You smell so good, so sweet for me baby,” He whimpers, quickly pulling down your pants and boxers.
You help him, unzipping his pants to free his throbbing cock, “Gotta fuck you, need to, have to,” he groaned as he pushed you onto your stomach, holding you up by your thighs, he dives into your core. Tongue lapping against your soaking folds as he inhales your scent. Your sweat and essence mixed together to make an intoxicating scent that causes his balls to ache and his head to grow fuzzy. He loses himself in that fog as he continues to switch between lapping at your entrance and sucking on your sensitive clit. You moan into the couch, pushing against his face, “Good boy, Miche, fuck you’re doing so good~” He grinds his cock against the couch, your words feeding into his lustful haze. He feels you shiver under his touch, he hears how your voice wavers from confident and in control to the pitiful whimpers and begs to finally cum.
He pulls back before you can slip into the abyss, smiling wide at how your back arches, desperate to chase after him. “W-why?” your tiny voice makes him growl, collecting your dripping arousal on his fingers he pumps his cock. Eyes dancing between your sopping cunt and your lust-blown brown eyes. “Cause you only cum on my cock, puppy,” He purrs as he slams his cock into your entrance. The both of you moaning to the heavens, nails digging into flesh and fabric as Miche tightens his hold on your plush hips. “So-so tight baby, such a good boy for me~” he taunts as he begins his assault. Snapping his hips with a punishing tempo as your eyes roll back. The head of his cock hits against the entrance to your womb, burning so deliciously it made you ache. One hand trails up from your waist, dragging against your spine before tangling his fingers in your hair, “N-Noo! Not my ha-aah~”
“I know, I know, you can yell at me but first I just need to fucking breed this cunt right now,” He grunts as he digs his knees into the bed, putting his weight behind each thrust as he watches your ass bounce against him. He loved how your body moved for him, how he could get your body to be as expressive as your beautiful face and eyes. You tightened at his words, whimpering at the idea of being full with his kids, “You are a fucking dog~”
“You say that like I can’t smell how fucking turned on you are at the thought,” He pulls you up by your hair, holding your back against his chest he pulled you down on his cock. Burying his face in your neck he bit down into your shoulder, rubbing a thumb against your hard nub as he chases his end,”Cum for me baby, gotta feel you gush around my cock before I can, you know the rules,” Miche taunts and your mind goes blank as you feel his tongue lap against the blooming mark on your shoulder. You grip his wrist, humping against his callous fingers as he pounds into you, determine to cum for him, “That’s my good boy, milk my cock, fucking show me how much you love this cock.”
His filthy praises pull you over the edge, arching your back you cum with a moan, squirting against his hand and his cock. Miche is not far behind, immediately pushing you onto the couch to thrust into you wildly, grunting and drooling against your neck as he fucks his cum as deep inside you as he can. Biting your neck and shoulders as he holds you against his cock. Heavy balls throb against your sensitive lips as you both come down from your high.
Kissing each and every mark Miche whispers thank you’re against them, gently rubbing his hands over the darkening bruises on your golden brown skin. “I’ll help take care of your hair, I promise,” he whispers as he gently fingers combes your thick curls, having practice needing to make this up before. You smile into his touches, nodding as you melt back into that warm love he envelopes you in, drifting into a peaceful slumber.
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axoxtxhxh · 3 years
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Can you do Miche x male reader? Like male y/n is a tian shifter and would do anything to protect Miche even if the others deem it wrong. 18+ smit and some angest? If you want..🥺
So sorry this took me a bit. I really had to think about it to make sure I was doing a good job with it. I did cut out the smut only because it would have been too quick for this. I really REALLY hope you like it! ❤️
On Top of the World
Pairing: Miche x Male Reader
Content: Nearly all fluff, tiny bit of angst
Word Count: ~ 2,900
Summary: Reader is a Marleyan warrior, similar to a titan shifter, and one day he feels the need to save a scout from titans.
A/N: I am totally out of my comfort zone on this one since I don’t have much experience writing for a male reader, so I hope I didn’t do terribly. Thank you for the request and I hope you like it!
You remember the first time you saved Miche. You directly disobeyed orders and followed your commander. You were told to continue forward and clear a way for him as he stayed back, moving in to interact with one of the island devils who had killed four of Zeke’s titans in a few swift movements. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You had never seen someone moving so quickly and smoothly. His tall body flying through the air, jumping from titan to titan, his silky hair blowing all around his face as he spun and flipped. That’s all it took for you to follow Zeke as he approached the man. Your interest already completely attached to him.
You knew you couldn’t let Zeke know you were following him so you moved around the trees, hiding in areas he couldn’t see you. You were a small titan, not like the others, certainly not like Zeke. You were a minion to him, just a little busy bee that did what he asked.
You watched as Zeke spoke to him, the horrified look in his eyes was understandable. Zeke was an intimidating titan even for you. You couldn’t believe the strength of him, trying to stand on two broken legs as titans closed around him. That’s when your body took over and you can barely remember how it happened. One moment you were hidden in the trees watching it all happen and then next moment you were running, slashing through titans with your hands and running with Miche in your arms.
He was bigger than you thought he would be, your post in the trees not close enough to get a good look.
You weren’t a titan like the other shifters. You were considered a subclass to them. A lesser version created by Marley researchers in order to grow their army. You were the first one. A prototype. Something they liked to look at in horror, yet in the same breath, confidently ask you to do their bidding. You always listened, except that day.
You watched Miche squirm in your grip and you struggled to hold him. You weren’t as strong as titans were. You were certainly stronger in your titan form than human form, but significantly weaker than a normal titan.
“I’m not trying to hurt you.” You told him, your titan voice deep and throaty. His struggling stopped and you felt his body trembling at your voice. As soon as you shook off the titans following, you slowed down and gently placed Miche on the grass. You both sat there staring at each other. Miche unable to believe what he was seeing while the realization of what you just did hit you.
“You can talk.” Miche spoke first, still taking shallow breaths. You watched his broad chest rise and fall and wondered how it compared to the size of yours when you were in your human form.
“I can.” His eyes widened again at your voice and you took a step back, not wanting to scare him. “I—I’m a titan, but I’m also human.”
You were more of a shapeshifter than a titan, though someone looking at you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. The only difference was your eyes. You struggled to remember what your eyes looked like before you became what you were. Were they brown? Maybe green? You were sure they weren’t blue, but could never be certain how sure you were. It didn’t matter. They were now a luminescent glowing swirl of purples. Something to do with the chemical injections given to you during the experimentation phase of your transformation.
You explained all of this to Miche the second time you saw him. The second time you saved him. That first day was not the last. You would save him numerous times following that day. Each time was the same. Each time he knew you were coming. You could see a smile grow on his face as he picked up your scent.
You never understood his olfactory sense no matter how many times he explained it to you. He’d laugh at the confused look on your face each time he would try.
It was difficult what you were doing. The constant disappearing caught the attention of the warriors. They were always asking where you were running off to and you had to come up with excuse after excuse, lying to your comrades to spend time with the enemy. Those labels started becoming increasingly more confusing to you as did your feelings towards the man you were secretly escaping to meet.
Visiting Paradis wasn’t always top priority for Marley and in between the times you were able to see Miche, you found yourself lying in bed at night thinking about the times you were with him. He wasn’t at all how people of that island were described to you. He was funny and caring, someone you enjoyed spending time with. You often wondered if he thought the same about you. You wouldn’t describe yourself as funny, but he laughed quite a bit when you spoke. Serious conversations turned silly when he smiled.
That night wasn’t any different than the others. You were in bed, your thoughts quickly moving to Miche again. His broad shoulders and muscular arms at the front of your mind. You learned quickly that he was very playful, always play fighting, pretending to fight you when he became restless from sitting, laughing at himself when you playfully pushed him back. You tried not to think about his smile and his laugh as you felt a growing warmth in your stomach. Fighting it only made it worse though. The nights feeling so much longer unless you gave in.
You weren’t sure what it was that kept you going back to see him each and every time. It never occurred to you that he was making the same choice as you. Deciding himself that he wanted to see you each time you were on Paradis.
“Why do you come to see me?” You finally built the courage to ask him. You were thankful in your titan form he couldn’t see what you were feeling. He was sitting in the grass, looking up at the sky and shrugged.
“What else would I do?” He smiled. “Do I get to ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“When will you let me see you?” He finally looked away from the sky and directly at you. You tried to bring your eyebrows together, but your titan form prevented it, leaving you just staring at him.
“What do you mean? You’re seeing me now.”
“The real you.” He clarified.
He wanted to see you in your human form? What for? Was he trying to weaken you? This whole time was he trying to get closer to you in order to use you. He was using you to get to Marley, the get to the other warriors. He didn’t actually care about you. You didn’t know why you were thinking these things, but you were, you couldn’t help it.
“It’s fine, you don’t—”
“Why would you want to see me in my human form?” You stood up.
“Because I want to see you.” He laughed. Maybe it was a nervous laugh, but it felt like he was mocking you.
“What does it matter what I look like? Is that what you care about?” Miche stood up. He realized what you were feeling even without being able to see it or hear it in your tone.
“Y/N, I care about you.” He brought his hand to yours and you looked down at it. It was so small compared to yours, but you knew in your human form it would be so much bigger, able to completely cover yours as he closed his fingers around your hand. You pulled your hand away.
“You don’t care about me. If you did, you wouldn’t ask that.” You took a step back.
“I do ca—”
“You just want to see me weak and small. I’m not weak.” “I know you’re not. I wasn’t—Y/N, I wasn’t saying—”
He stopped speaking when you turned around and ran away, heading to meet back up with your comrades. Maybe they were right. Maybe this place was full of devils only out to get everyone. It didn’t feel right. None of it felt right. You felt confused and hurt. Why would Miche be like that? How could he be like that? He wasn’t anything like what you thought people here would be like. He was different. He had to be different. But when you thought about what he asked, you weren’t sure.
If he did care about you, why would he want to see you in a different way? If he cared about you in your titan form, that was how he saw you. Strong, tall, intimidating, a warrior. Why would he want your human form? Your human form was small, it was weak, it was tired and nothing special. That wasn’t what Miche cared about. He knows you as the titan that saved him. The tough, the durable, the giant titan that he could rely on. You were nothing like that in your human form. Nothing. He may not have known it, but you knew it. If he did care about you, it could only be in your titan form.
You stopped running. It was as if a wall were in front of you and you would hit it if you kept running, but the feeling you felt was more of a pull coming from behind you. A feeling that stopped you from leaving. You couldn’t. You felt something on your face and went to wipe it. Tears? You didn’t even know you could cry in this form.
There was a buzzing sound coming from behind you. You had never heard it before, but you knew what it was. That special gear the people of the island used to get around titans. The sound got closer and closer until it was right behind you, stopping suddenly and then you heard heavy breathing.
You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. Even if all the reasons in your head told you to turn around. All the training you had told you to turn around, never turn your back on an enemy, but you didn’t. Miche wasn’t the enemy. Even though you knew the man you had fallen in love with was standing behind you, you didn’t turn around. You couldn’t.
“I won’t ask you to do it again.” He panted. “It really doesn’t matter to me what form you’re in.”
“Then why did you ask?” You stayed with your back to him.
“I… I don’t know.” He paused and you could almost hear his worry. “If this is the form you want me to see, if this is who you want to be, if this is who you are… I will love you either way.”
Love?
You turned your head, looking back at him and he smiled. The smile that set of everything. Your feelings, the reason you kept coming back. There was a familiar tingle in your spine and you cried out, your body shaking and bones cracking. Your transition from human to titan often went smoother than the other way around. It was painful and took much longer, your body tensing and sweating as it pushed through the unnatural process.
Your eyes were closed, but you could feel Miche’s eyes on you as your body twitched and shrunk down to half, a third, a quarter of the titan size. You struggled, but you managed to open them up enough to blink away the tears and see Miche’s face. He didn’t have the look of horror that you were expecting. There wasn’t even a look of disgust like you were used to from many of the Marleyan soldiers. It was a look you had never seen anyone give you before. It was a look you could only describe as adoration.
As soon as the shift was complete, you were forced to take shallow breaths as you tried to get enough air for your body. You held what was left of your pants to your stomach, trying your best to adjust to your weaker form. Your muscles felt tired, almost too tired to hold you up. This was a transition the other warriors never had to feel, they always kept their human form, hiding it in their titan’s nape. You, however, became something different, needing a period of adjustment as your remembered how to use your smaller body.
You took one final deep breath and slowly turned around. Miche stood in the same spot, unmoved from when he landed before your shifting started. You opened your mouth to say something, but you didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t really anything you could say.
Miche took a slow step forward, another slow step after that, and another step after that. Each step getting quicker than the previous one until he was standing in front of you. It felt strange and you knew he felt it too. You had never had to look up at him and he never had to look down at you.
He looked almost apprehensive as he stared at your face, trying to find parts of your titan face in your human one. He wouldn’t though, you were completely different. He looked into your eyes, the familiar swirling waves of purple and his face relaxed.
“Your eyes are the same.” He spoke softly.
“They don’t change.” His body stiffened slightly at your voice. It made sense. He had never heard you speak before and you wondered if it was uncomfortable for him to hear. He sniffed the air in front of you lightly.
“Your scent is the same too.”
“I—”
“So this is you?” He asked. The question completely unnecessary because you both knew it was. Still, you found it difficult to speak the confirmation and instead just nodded, having to quickly look away. You weren’t sure if it was discomfort or embarrassment, maybe even shame.
You weren’t that small for a man. You were very average, but to a titan, you were small. To Miche, you were small. You thought of the first time you saw him, flying through the sky over the titans, twisting and spinning as he cut their nape. You remembered his heavy breathing and thought about how big he would seem if you were standing with him as you were in that moment.
Before you even really thought about it, your hand had lifted up, moving towards where your eyes lay on his chest. You were hesitant to touch him, not even really sure if he was okay with you being close to him. You looked like an entirely different person than he was used to. You started pulling your hand away, dropping it to your side and Miche grabbed it, pulling it to his chest and holding it there.
You didn’t even have time to enjoy it because soon after he wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up from the ground. Your legs were swinging as he spun in a circle and laughed, his smile seemed different somehow and before you knew it, you were smiling with him. The feeling of his strong arms wrapping around you felt so warm, your heart was slamming in your chest at the feeling.
He set you down quickly, moving his hands to your cheeks, cupping your jaw and pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes went wide, your hands holding his shoulders, and you forgot to breathe. There was a strange buzzing in your body that you had never felt before. It moved through you quickly and settled in your stomach. It felt good. You felt high. You felt like you were on top of the world.
Your eyes slowly closed and you opened your mouth, your arms going around Miche’s neck to pull him closer to you. His tongue brushed over yours as his arms moved around your waist and he pulled you up, spinning you in a circle again. It was a feeling you wouldn’t have been able to describe to anyone and a feeling that no one had ever told you that you could feel.
He set you back down and smiled into your lips, pulling away. You had expected Miche to look at you differently once he saw you, the real you. What you hadn’t expected was how different he looked to you. His eyes were brighter, his smile wider, his voice warmer.
You both took a deep breath and smiled, his hand finding yours and holding it tightly while he swung it back and forth.
“I think I might be able to take you on now.” He joked. You looked up at him, trying to guess what he was talking about and he put his arms up, play punching your shoulder and you laughed.
“I can always shift back.” You jokingly threatened, lightly pushing his shoulder.
“Not yet.” He grabbed your hand and pulled it behind his back, bringing you up against his chest. “Just a little longer like this.”
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Genre: Fem Body Reader Insert, AoT AU, FIILTHY Smut, Monster Fucking, Bull Hybrid. Reiner Braun X Porco Galliard X Marcel Galliard X Fem Reader
Warnings: NSFW Minors ABSOLUTELY DNI, BREEDING, Courting, Creampie, impregnation, lactation fantasy, cum Inflation, drool, overstimulation (male), hand jobs, ball fondling, rimming, dumbification, possessiveness, vaginal sex, fingering, blowjob, cunnilingus, belly bulge, knotting.
Characters are appropriately aged up for NSFW situations. Do not repost, copy, or duplicate. Sorry for typos. I try. Remember I’m hella dyslexic.
Featured Characters:
Main Cast: Reiner Braun, Porco Galliard, Marcel Galliard, Theo Magath, Zeke Yeager, Colt Grice, Pieck Finger.
Honorable Mention: Grisha Yeager, Eren Yeager, Historia Reiss, Mikasa Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Miche Zacharius, Nanaba, Dhalis Zachary, Petra Pal, Gabi Braun, Falco Grice.
SPECIAL Author’s Note: This piece was inspired by @erenscockslut’s work found here . Thank you for letting me use elements from your writing. I appreciate you so much and please follow them for more interesting writings!
Synopsis: You are a fresh graduate and new hire at Marley Farms. You have been tasked with getting three unpaired bullmen under control for competition and you need to figure out why they refuse to take interest in the only unpaired female of the group. They should be all over her! However, it turns out they might have an interest in you instead.
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Marley Farms and Paradis Farms were huge competitors in the cattle farming industry. Farmer Magath and Farmer Zachary had a long-standing family rivalry that went back hundreds of years. And because of it, your town was the ‘tamed’ cattle capital of the world. They held huge showings and competitions every year, and even though anyone could compete, it was the grounds of Magath and Zachary’s pissing contest.
Now, regular cattle weren’t that big of a deal to most people. It was the beast hybrids that drew everyone’s curiosity, and they were the main reason the area was so famous. If you had a large enough cattle farm, chances are you had a bullman to protect your herds and breed better cattle. Chances are you also bought them from either Marley Farms or Paradis Farms.
For years, the two families were civil with one another, often teaming up together to help local communities and create a wonderful environment for everyone to enjoy. But it all went bad again when someone in Farmer Zachary’s family stole Grisha, one of Magath’s perfectly designed and bred bullmen. The idea was to take Grisha for the night right before his rut and have him mate with as much of Famer Zachary’s regular herd as possible. They totally planned on returning him. However, Grisha wasn’t having it. The regular cattle were not the only ones he mate with. He discovered another cowlady mate after the passing of his previous mate. He much preferred Paradis Farms over Marley and gored anyone who tried to take him back. So, Grisha Yeager stayed, and both farms ended up with the legendary Yeager bloodlines. That’s how the greatest rivalry in the community was transformed into a downright nasty blood feud.
Farmer Magath had someone else to worry about besides his old family conflict. There was a new farmer out making a name for himself and he was making headlines for his rare breeds. Farmer Erwin Smith of Scouts Hollow Farms was hot on both of their trails and Farmer Zachary took a tremendous interest in what he was producing. So much that he made a deal with Farmer Smith, and they’ve since teamed up with a common goal to shut Farmer Magath down entirely.
And it seemed to work.
To date, Marley Farms was down to a handful of bullmen because they had produced too many males as of late and females were rare to capture or come by since the laws changed and prohibited the import and external trade of bullmen. Zeke Yeager was the main sire, and every herd calf produced by him was impressive, as to be expected with a carefully bred bullman like him. He always won every category in competition for the past eleven years, at least until this past year.
He was aging out soon and Paradis Farms had a younger Yeager sire, Eren, who knocked Marley off their eleven-year winning streak pedestal. And if that didn’t make Farmer Magath sweat, he heard Farmer Smith had two sires who were ready to breed and compete, named Levi and Miche. They were voted to be the favorites of next year’s competition. Miche was a stud, but they mated Levi with two Cowladies, Hange and Petra.
Then there was the powerful matriarch, Nanaba. They often kept matriarchs from being paired if they were docile enough. Someone artificially inseminated them to produce the best of the best from a few hand-picked studs.
Now, even the bullman produced regular herd cattle that was always top-notch. Selling off the regular herd cows bred from bullmen kept Marley Farms ahead. But, while Farmer Magath focused on his short game, Farmer Smith and Farmer Zachary transfixed on the long game.
Marley Farms had one mated pair, Bertholdt and Annie. He just recently introduced an unpaired female named Pieck to his circle of unpaired males. He was desperate right now to get his bullmen numbers up. She didn’t look spectacular, but every test he put her through put him at ease because she scored high marks, especially on the intelligence scale. She was also docile and sweet, the complete opposite of the three males that needed pairing.
He did not know what sort of numbers Farmer Zachary had these days. Every time one of his spies got close enough to get good information, Zachary figured them out, and they’d end up missing. He assumed from previous reports that he had five females and five to six males. They could have easily paired off together and Farmer Zachary could overpower the entire market, but it rarely worked that way because bullmen were picky about their actual mates. The fact that Farmer Smith’s prized bull had two mates was incredible.
The rutting “season” wouldn’t force the bullmen into mating either, because they had to be excited enough about a potential mate for the rut to be triggered. And that was why bullmen were dying out because they were so goddamn picky. So, just because Farmer Zachary had a better ratio than all of them, didn’t mean he was automatically top dog.
From what Farmer Magrath understood, Farmer Zachary only had one mated pair, and that was Eren and Mikasa. He had one younger matriarch named Christa, who would just be hitting her season, and that put him to an advantage. That was, of course, if he could gather semen to implant into her.
It was such a delicate, expensive, timely process with a high mortality and failure ratio due to how quickly the seed spoiled that it was never worth the trouble. The pay was phenomenal if you were an artificial inseminator with a high success statistic. However, your life was guaranteed to be short.
The rutting season came and went and none of the three unpaired males gave a single shit about cute, adorable cow lady Pieck. They weren’t mean to her. In fact, they adored her, and they immediately accepted her as one of their own. They just wouldn’t fuck her and produce more bullmen, and Farmer Magath was desperate.
And that’s why you’re here now, a brand-new employee to Marley Farms. You studied animal psychology and got you doctorate. Your specialty area of expertise was hybrids, and it was now your job to figure out why these three breedable males wouldn’t mate with this unpaired female. You had to figure out what they didn’t like about her and fix their thought process into thinking she was the right one. You had to figure out how to tame their aggression so they could at least have their semen collected, because these three weren’t even able to be categorized as studs because of how awful they were. Your last order of business was getting them ready for the upcoming competition so Marley Farms could get back their bragging rights and get better PR.
Zeke wouldn’t allow a collector near him. He was too prideful, and it was discovered he kept note of how many people he killed. Honestly, breeding further down the Yeager line was out of the question because Farmer Magath realized the aggression was becoming too ingrained in the bloodline. Farmer Zachary would find that out the hard way, but usually after the third generation, it was time to find a pure line again. And that’s how the Braun’s, the Galliard’s and the Grice’s ended up at his farm. Completely by ‘legal’ means, of course.
He had two younger calflings from the batch he got, but they had a long way to go before they were ready to be bred. Gabi Braun was the spunkiest little she-calfling he’d ever seen, and she led the other Grice calfling on many adventures. One day, she would be a fantastic matriarch and asset to the farm, but again, that was a decade away.
Now Gabi and Reiner were from the Braun lineage, and Brauns were known for their strength. Honestly, females were the more aggressive in this line. The Galliards were smaller, but agile and aggression was about 50/50 in this line across both male and female. The Grice line was gentle and determined, but sometimes a little clueless, so they made for better herd tenders instead of competitors and studs.
The mated pair, Bertholdt and Annie were ideal in every way. Annie was strong, tough as steel, and didn’t give much of a shit about anything. Bertholdt was quiet. More of a gentle giant, if you will. The Hoover line was the tallest and the Leonhart line was powerful, though all of them paled compared to the Yeager line. For the safety and future of the farm, Zeke wouldn’t be bred. Of course, if he seized Pieck for himself, no one was going to stop him. But he didn’t care about mating with her either.
“Welcome to the farm,” Magath said to you as you both sat in his office. “First day jitters?”
“Not at all, sir,” you say.
“Good, so here are your subjects. Porco, Marcel, and Reiner. You’ve got your work cut out for you, kid. Porco is the worst of the bunch. He’d be a good stud and a great competitive bull if you could get him under control. Bet he could bring home gold in the speed and agility category.”
“Marcel will be the easier of the three. He would be the best replacement for Zeke, and he would be a great contender for Best in Show.”
“Now Reiner could also be a show bull and bring home the prize in the strength category. Reiner isn’t bad so long as Porco isn’t nearby. Those two hate each another and their fights get violent. Can’t have that happening. So, make them play nice or find an alternative solution.”
“The next window for a rut is coming up in six months, and I want Pieck paired with one of them, Marcel, if possible. You got a year to get some calflings in the physiological oven. If you don’t succeed, I’ll end your contract and you’ll never work in this industry again, got it? There aren’t many hybrids to work with that get you the type of money these fuckers will, so yah got a lot at stake.”
Farmer Magath wasn’t wrong. All the other hybrid groups were far too dangerous, and the money was in the bullman industry right now because of their scarcity. This was certainly a make-or-break situation for you.
On your first day, you would brainstorm and getting acquainted with the farm so you could develop your game plan. You knew the first few weeks would be observation and trust building. You also had charts and diagrams to make, along with a bunch of other organizational science mumbo jumbo, to track their stats and behaviors. Not to mention moving in to a new place too.
Your home would also be here on the farm. Farmer Magath gave you a grant, along with your salary pay. They would set your housing unit up the moment you determined the best spot, so that was another goal for today. You had to consider the possibility of nighttime observations and find the best place to get your living quarters set up. But for now, it was time to meet your subjects.
One of Magath’s farm handlers led you to the field.
“Zeke’s easy to find,” he said. “Look there on the boulders. He always sits up high so he can see everything. At first, we thought it was so he could monitor the herd, but we realized… it’s so he can keep an eye on us. Never approach him. Let him come to you. Also, never, ever look him in the eyes. If you go to him, he’ll kill you. Now if you can’t avoid walking his way, again do NOT make eye contact. Just keep your gaze forward and he will leave you alone. The minute you near him and make eye contact, it’s over. He views it as a challenge. Not even the other bullmen look him in the eye.”
“Got it…” you say nervously.
“The one over in the cafling pen is Pieck. She goes back and forth between them and the field. As will Colt. Both seem to babysit them. It’s obvious Pieck wants to be a mother. It’ll be a righteous thing you do if you get her mated. She’s such a sweet girl.”
“Now Colt, Zeke seems to tolerate him most, because Colt isn’t a threat by any means. Colt watches the main herd with Zeke, and he is the only one who can get near Zeke safely. Colt is a kind bull, a little clumsy from time to time, but his temperament is by far the best out of any male we’ve ever had during my employment here.”
“Bert and Annie are nestled up together because she’s expecting. You won’t see much of them. The three you’ll be studying stay towards the north of the pasture, away from Zeke and the others. They’re broody males, but you better believe when Zeke calls all of them, they come running and are suddenly so well behaved.”
“Marcel is the better of the three. Honestly, you’ll probably have the best luck out of him. Reiner is alright. Gets a little rough from time to time because he doesn’t know his own strength, but the problem child is Porco. Now Porco and Reiner avoid one another, but usually Porco starts shit and will encroach on Reiner’s territory to challenge him. Marcel ends up putting them both in their places and on those days, sweet Marcel is one irritated bull. Porco is just mean all around. He doesn’t like a single handler. He gets along with his brother and that’s about it. He’s good around the calflings and Pieck and Colt. He keeps his head down around Zeke. But Reiner will put him in a rage instantly, though. Best to keep them apart at all times. ��
The farm handler pulled out his binoculars and scoped the north end of the field. “Hmm, Porco’s down by the creek with Marcel. We probably put Reiner up for today. Let’s go check the pen. I think they got into a terrible fight and Reiner’s recovering. He might be ornery because of it.”
You followed the handler to check the bullmen's pen. It was an enormous building with roomy stalls for the bullmen to lie down comfortably in a nest of furs and hay. They had shelves and trunks for them to store their shiny things and treasures. Each had a water spout for them to get fresh water. Even their own bathroom space for privacy during vulnerable moments. Washing was supposed to be done by the handlers every day, as was any grooming, but these three males were wild and unruly. They wouldn’t allow humans to get close enough to groom them.
They had to be tranquilized to do it, so it was a once-a-month thing. The bulls were good about washing and keeping themselves clean, but the intricate parts that required a helping hand just weren’t allowed to be done without sedation.
The only thing they didn’t fuss about was feeding.
“Alright, yeah, Reiner’s in here,” says the handler as he stops at one pen. You heard a loud snort and a threatening hoof stomp. “Yep, real pissed off bull.” There was another loud stomp and a warning call. The handler backed up and despite his anxiety, you eased over to get a good look at the bullman.
He bowed up, with a snarled lip, hair raised with rage in his golden eyes, but the moment he glanced at you, and then ultimately became fixated on you, he relaxed.
“I’ll be damned,” the handler muttered. “Never seen him get calm that quick.”
Instead of rushing the heavy door and attempting to reach over and grab you or the handler, he stood upright and tall when he sauntered over, as if he were strutting. He was impressive, and the broadest built bull you’ve ever seen. A hulking seven foot and a few inches high with herculean muscles that would make even the strongest waste lander orc envious. He was also extremely handsome and blonde with rugged facial hair framing his mouth. Even his coat from the waist down was brilliantly golden blonde. His upper body was ivory with warm pink undertones.
Like all bullmen, he was mostly hairless up top, save for his head, and other typical spots human males had a peppering of fine hair. He had cow ears and typical bull horns growing outward from his face rather than forward towards his nose. Minus those two things, he looked like a regular human, until you followed his belly button’s happy trail down to his waist. Then he was all bull. Tail, hooves, cock sheath, balls, and all.
He looked so docile, and you smiled up at him. “Hello Reiner, I’m Y/N and we’re going to be working together.”
“Y/N?” he questioned softly. “Y/N…Y…N.”
He looked completely captivated by you and, just from the immediate connection; you felt he would be easier to get along with than you expected.
“We’ll be hanging out quite a bit,” you tell him. “I can’t wait to get to know you.”
And for the rest of the visit, Reiner was calm, watching and listening to you with maximum interest. He looked sad the moment you told him you had to go. He leaned over his heavy door to watch you leave like a sad puppy. It broke your heart when he let out this adorable little bleating noise as if begging you to stay.
Marcel came up to feed while you were in the bullpen with Reiner. He was shorter than Reiner and not as broadly built, but you understood they bred his lineage for agility. His coat was a shiny chestnut brown, and he had a ring in his nose. His face was handsome too, with a sharp nose and brilliant keen eyes. He had strong, quick-witted alpha energy.
He eyed you curiously for a moment, then decided he was interested in you. He circled around you once and let out this loud bellow. Of course, this alerted Porco off in the field, and he hurried to see what his brother found.
Marcel drew closer, leaning down to sniff your hair, giving a powerful snort afterwards. “Name?” he asked as he circled you again. The handler went to place a hand on you to ease you back because this was odd behavior for Marcel.
Marcel did not appreciate it when the handler touched you. He gave a threatening huff and stamp, along with a warning call to let the handler know he needed to get away from you.
“We need to get behind the gate,” the handler said to you. He noticed Porco over the hill, watching intently. If Marcel sounded off again, his angry brother would surely come running.
“No,” Marcel growled as he stopped between you and the handler to block you from leaving. “You go. I want a name.”
“I’m Y/N,” you say gently. “I will be working with you.”
Marcel stared at you for a minute. “Come,” he said, and he took your hand. “Come, Y/N.”
Marcel tugged at you, insisting you follow him, and you looked back at the handler with uncertainty. He was gaping, wild-eyed as you let Marcel pull you along. But really, what choice did you have when he could easily reach around and snap your neck? The handler slowly followed, and he got far too. However, Porco charged down the hill, bellowing with all his fury the moment he got too close to you and Marcel again.
You gasped, tightening your hold on Marcel’s hand, and he shushed you while Porco barreled past to chase the handler backed beyond the gate. He stamped and hollered while Marcel led you further away. All the while, you felt a pair of judgmental eyes staring down at you from a far. You knew it was Zeke. You could feel it coming from his direction and it made the hair stand on the back of your neck.
“Come, Y/N,” Marcel said again with bright eyes looking down at you. “Want to show you places.”
“O-ok.”
Porco turned and followed the two of you, satisfied that no one else was going to intervene with his brother and him. Porco was a duller blonde than Reiner, and just like Marcel, he was short. His hazel eyes were intense as he stared after you, trying to figure you out. His brother never cared to interact with humans, but here you were, hand in hand with him.
Nothing terrible occurred on your little side adventure. Marcel just seemed to want to show you places he liked. Porco kept watch and did not get close to you until the end of your brief tour. He must have decided he liked you too, because he placed a flower in your hair.
It pleased you that the three bullmen you’d work with felt comfortable with you on your first day. It wasn’t grounds for letting your guard down, but every handler was in awe that all three of the aggressive males seemed so calm in your presence.
Now, going forward to build trust, you were the one who would be their main handler. You fed them and cared for them. They let you near to groom them too. That even included ornery Porco. You established a routine quickly, and you were what they looked forward to every day.
One goal was to get these three in shape for competition and get one to mate with Pieck. All of them seemed interested in everything you did and said. They learned and followed your commands. To your surprise, they were more than willing to do most of everything you asked to prepare for competition. Not a one of them showed interest in Pieck and it was frustrating because every time you asked about why, they shrugged or just avoided answering your question. You swore they collectively took an interest in you, but you denied that ridiculous idea. They just wanted to please their handler, nothing more.
You spent time with Reiner separately from Porco and Marcel. All the bullmen spent equal amounts of time with you, but Reiner was always the most torn up about you leaving his side. He was always wide-eyed and did that little bleating thing that made your heart feel like someone stabbed it with a fork and twisted it. Now, Porco hated smelling Reiner’s scent on you, so he did everything he could to remove it. He urinated on you once, and you harshly scolded him for such awful behavior. Porco was sour for an entire week and he took it out on every human who came too close. Marcel didn’t care if you smelt like Reiner. He always laid his head in your lap without a care in the world while Porco showed off how cool and fast he was.
They became excessively needy for your time and attention as months passed. Porco finally had enough of trying to douse Reiner’s scent from you one day, so he cornered Reiner to show dominance and dissuade him from interacting with you. They got in a huge fight and Reiner had to be put up for a while again, however this worked more in Reiner’s favor because you spent more time with him while he recovered. And boy, did he ham it up.
Tension got worse when Porco noticed Reiner give you some little trinket he found one day. That’s when the competition between the males for your attention really popped off.
Reiner brought you a flower, and Porco would bring you ten. Porco would bring you a rock, and Reiner brought you five. They had to be moved to separate pastures because the fighting became an almost daily occurrence. Marcel would get involved too and overpower both bulls. Reiner and Porco bellowed at one another despite being separated, until Zeke ultimately shouted once, shutting them all up for the day.
In their minds, they were competing for you and for the honor of being your mate, but you were still in denial about that until, one day, it all became way too obvious for you to ignore.
Reiner waited in anticipation to hear you enter the bull pen every morning. In his mind, he was dancing because he loved to see you after being separated from you for the night. You always came to groom him first, right after waking up, and the time you spent together during your morning ritual meant so much to him. But today, you were late, and he got antsy. Porco and Marcel went off to their field already, but Reiner refused to budge, even threatening the other handlers to keep them away. Out of all of them, Reiner was the most obsessed with you.
His ears perked up when he heard the hinges of the main entry door squeak. Midmorning sun light flooded in as you pushed the heavy barn door aside with a soft grunt. His tail flicked happily and then he paused as he looked you over. You were still in your thigh length night gown. Your housing unit was within a quick walking distance to the bullpen, so you quickly came to get Reiner fed because you knew how stubborn he was. You planned on getting ready for the day after he was happily munching away on his food.
“Running behind this morning,” you huffed. “Stayed up too late last night compiling data. Please forgive me. I know you waited for me.”
He gazed at your form, and it was the first time he noticed certain things about you that made him feel funny. The straps on your shoulders were thin and the cut on your neck was low. He could see down into your snug cleavage, and the sight of it made him lick his lips.
The way your top hugged your curves made his eyes wander. His nostrils flared when he noticed your nipples perked up beneath the fabric because of the chilled air. He wondered if you produced milk like cattle. What would it taste like? Could he milk you?
Something about the idea hit differently. He shifted his stance because his balls suddenly felt uncomfortably heavy. He could feel them swell, gathering his load as if he were readying to mate. It was time for his seasonal rut, and you were ideal to him in every way. He tilted his head up, snorting, then inhaling sharply to see if you were ready to be bred. He picked up your scent, but it wasn’t the one he wanted. You weren’t fertile yet. Your scent still caused a reaction. He looked down at himself. His cock throbbed and peeked from his velvety sheath. He watched it grow with each pulse, and his mind spiraled further as the rut took hold.
He wanted to know what it felt like to touch you. He wanted to taste every inch of you and commit your scent to memory. Reiner wanted to breed his sweet little human and see your belly round with his offspring. He wanted to suckle at your breast when they were full of milk while he impregnated you again and again every season. He’d care for you endlessly while you gave him many offspring. Drool fell from the corner of his mouth at the thought of fucking into you now and you were oblivious to what was happening.
You were out the door, gathering up vegetables to prepare with his breakfast, and Reiner kept his gaze set on you from a far. He wasn’t used to have an erection like this. Your fertile scent hadn’t caused it. He knew your regular scent well enough. It was just the sight of certain things he hadn’t noticed before. Or maybe he noticed them before, but they didn’t matter until he hit his season. He didn’t know, nor did he care.
He was fully hard now. Every time you bent down, he wanted to mount you and stuff you full of him. He wanted to make you his and ingrained your scent into his olfactory glands. You’d be his mate for life.
You put the bucket away and sighed as you looked up to see where Reiner went off to. His breakfast was ready, and normally he was on your heels, eager to assist, but not today. He was being so quiet this morning. So you went back inside to look for him.
You gasped when you noticed his hardened length, out for the first time in your presence. His dilated eyes stared at you with strong desire. He breathed heavily and looked as though he would lunge at you at any moment.
Color bloomed across your cheeks as you gawked at the horny male. Pre pooled at his tip’s opening, and you watched it ooze down his flushed, deep red head only to drip to the stone ground beneath him. His balls were so big, heavy, and full. You’d never seen them expanded so much. Not that you looked at his package for anything except research.
“You breakfast is ready,” you muttered as you hurried off, eager to put distance between you and the aroused bull. He snorted loudly as if he disapproved entirely of your sudden departure. He even stamped one of his hooved feet. Reiner was never aggressive towards you, but just then, he showed he could be. This was the first time you experienced a bullman during his rut.
When you came back after breakfast wearing actual clothes, he seemed fine. You understood you had to be careful about the things she wore in front of him. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Still, your mind wandered to the image of his long, thick cock. It was a dangerous thing to let your mind tumble down the rabbit hole of scenarios with him. No good could come of it.
You noticed minor changes in him as the days wore on after that moment. The rut completely dominating his brain. Reiner looked at you much longer than normal, obviously fantasizing about what he wanted to do to you. He became more protective, bellowing at anyone who came near, even other handlers. He hovered over you constantly and his erections became more frequent. Didn’t matter what you wore. Didn’t matter what was happening. His balls ached terribly, and his temper rivaled Porco’s on his worst days. He was always so patient with you, but even you made him irritated because he wanted to mate you and you weren’t showing any interest. He had to win you over. So; he started courting you the only way a bullman knew how.
You received more gifts from him. He showed off his strength. He strutted and let you see his erections to let you know he was ready to mate. You didn’t acknowledge his display publicly, but it affected you as your mind wandered further down a forbidden path of unnatural fantasies. The idea of him came to you late at night when you were alone in your bed. You wondered how it felt to be fucked by him. After you got yourself off, you settled into a nice bath and went to sleep, suppressing the idea until the following night.
Reiner smelled your arousal as time went on, and it got to him. He wasn’t the only one. Porco and Marcel started displaying the same behaviors as Reiner and your perfectly balanced routine suddenly turned chaotic. Your normally docile bulls were full on rutting and they still didn’t give two shits about Pieck. Their eyes were on you.
You smelled so good and ripe, especially when you were fertile and today, Reiner noticed, you were at peak fertility. He had to claim you once and for all, squishing any chance of Porco or Marcel getting to you first.
He paced in the pen, watching you work with Colt while all the handlers took off for lunch. He caught your fertile scent and excused himself before he raged at Colt. His balls were so heavy they hurt. His aching dick throbbed angrily, dripping so much pre-cum that it made his coat sticky. He grunted and stamped his hoof, wishing he could calm down, but that would not happen now. Your scent was stuck in his nose.
You entered to check on him because you noted his absence and he stared at you, drooling, glaring, wanting to fuck his seed into you.
“Reiner...”
He let out a powerful snort and paced in front of you, eyes fixated, cock inflamed. His flow of pre increased as his balls tightened further into him. He was ready to mate you now because your scent was so strong, and it was driving him crazy. If Porco and Marcel got near you today, they would figure out you were ripe, and Reiner could lose his chance. Still, he didn’t want to force you to decide. No, he was a good bull. You told him that all the time.
“Need....you to leave till I’m calm,” he warned.
“Should I get Pieck for you?” you questioned.
“N-NO,” he growled, slamming his fist into the wall as he made himself to look away from you. He panted with his tongue lulling out as he forced himself to stay in place. “Want you...don’t want cow. Don’t want cowlady Pieck. Want...you. Want to breed you.”
“Reiner...it can’t be that way.”
“Am...am I not good enough to mate with?” He asked. His voice cracked, and it made you sad. “I am strong. I show you all the time. I bring you gifts. I prove I am capable and best mate for you. No one better than me. Not Marcel. Not Porco. I give you strong children. I protect you. I can provide. I am best for you and I’ll fight for you.” He paused to breathe. Of course, everything he said was so jumbled and frantic that it barely made sense to you.
“So pretty. Make beautiful children with pretty hair. So strong. So kind. So smart. So caring. I want you as my mate. No one else. “
“You want me?” you asked as if you didn’t already know. “A human?”
Reiner nodded quickly. “I want you...don’t want others. Just...you. Please...pick me. Not Pock or Marcel. Me. I take care of you. Give you many children. Give you much affection. Protect you always.”
“It’s against the law and policy for us to have relations,” you explained. “I will be fired and you will never see me again.”
Reiner looked to the side and shook his head. He didn’t understand what you were saying about laws and policies. What he understood was that if he mated you, he would never see you again, and that hurt him more than anything. “No…no, no! No leave. I won’t….I won’t let you.”
You stepped forward, and he flinched as you drew near. “There’s one other thing I can do, though. Let me help you with your problem.”
“No, not safe,” Reiner whined.
“Shh, sweet bull, it’s okay,” you cooed. “You’re aching, aren’t you? Your balls are so full. Let me help you. I can make you feel good, maybe ease your frustration.”
He was still seething with lust when you pressed her body against his back and reached around from behind to grasp his length below his medial cock ring.
“So much pre,” you observed as your hand slid over him with ease. “You’re lubricated for me already. Let me make you feel good, Reiner. Let’s get you a release. Maybe I can calm you down.”
As you started pumping his dick, he groaned and flexed in your hand. He leaned forward to brace himself against the wall and he widened his stance as you jerked his cock. He started bucking his hips, thrusting into your hand, grunting and moaning like an animal in heat.
“Such a big cock, Reiner,” you murmured. “What a powerful, mighty male. So handsome. So strong and proud.”
He fucked into your hand faster as you complemented him and then you reached around with your other free hand and gently fondled his swollen velvety balls.
“Mmm, you’ve got such huge, full balls,” you gasped. “So plump with cum.”
He stuttered his thrusting and reared his head back, letting out a cross between a bellow and a sigh as you fondled and massaged his jewels. And of course, that noise was heard across the field alerting Porco and Marcel. It wasn’t a challenging call. No, it was a mating below! And from Reiner. Porco and Marcel bristled and charged toward the bullpen.
Reiner’s tongue hung out and drool dripped from his chin as he keep thrusting into your hand, wishing it were your pussy.
“Wanna mate me?” you questioned, teasing him more than anything. “Wanna make me yours? Wanna see my belly round with your calflings? Wanna suckle the milk for my tits, Reiner? Wanna keep me perpetually filled with your seed?”
Again, he reared his head back, bellowing louder, even stomping his hoof. You swore you heard Porco and Marcel respond, but perhaps that was all in your imagination.
“I see how you look at me like I’m just something for you to stick your dick in and breed. Bet your cum feels good dripping down my abused cunt after you’ve fucked me. How big are you, my sweet bull? 12 maybe 13 inches? Your girth is so much. Can’t even close my hand around it. You can’t fit into my little pussy to mate with me. You’re just too goddamn big.”
He was shaking, trembling from head to tail as your words tormented his mind.
“But that’s okay, Reiner. I’ll get you off. I’ll help you cum. Make you feel good and release that build up you’ve got. You’re such a naughty, horny bull. Thinking of me like I’m your little breedable fuck toy.”
Your eyes grew heavy, and you released your hold of his balls. You were worked up now too, and you needed to join in on the fun. It wasn’t fair to you if you didn’t get off, too. You dipped your hands into your pants and pressed into your clit. The heavy scent of your arousal curled into Reiner’s nose. He rolled his eyes back as his cock flexed and despite his want to cum, it just would not happen. Not unless he was deep in your tight hole for him to properly breed.
His ears flicked as he heard you groaning, and he wanted to know what was making you create such a beautiful sound. Your grip lessened on his length, and he turned to see your hand down your pants. A nice wet spot formed on your clothes. It was heavy with that fertile scent he loved. Pre surged once more from his tip, and his balls jumped up at the sudden thought of mating preparation.
“S-such...a dirty, horny bull,” you gasped. “With such a gigantic cock! I want to taste you.”
His eyes widened as you crouched before him and grasped his hips. You licked your lips as you hovered over the mass of his deep red inflamed head. He did not know what you were doing, but the moment your mouth took his tip and you moaned into it while you suckled, he fell apart. You gasped between attempts to take more of him in your mouth and he thrust lightly as your hands clutched his length once more. You milked his fat cock, and it felt so good, but it still would not make him cum, despite your best efforts.
“Let me drink your cum, Reiner,” you moaned.
“No,” he gasped. “Want...mate...you. Need to breed you.”
And suddenly, the dangerous game you were playing fell out of your favor. Reiner grasped your neck and, with a turn of his wrist, he pushed your head away, only to force you down to the ground. You choked as you fell to your hands and knees. He was behind you in seconds, ripping your pants off your being to expose your sex to him.
“Reiner! We can’t!” you shouted, but you’d be lying if you said you really didn’t want it. Your desperate plea was just the last bit of your sound logic leaving you, because the reality was you thought about this moment for quite some time.
Reiner shoved his face into your wet cunt. The flat of his tongue ran up your slit all the way to your ass. He lapped and dove his tongue into your puckered hole. It was so thick and rough, but it felt so goddamn good. He circled it around, twisted and fucked your ass while slurping wickedly. He brought his lips down to eat it voraciously, like he hadn’t had a meal in months.
“Finger fuck me while you do it,” you managed to somehow command.
He paused, looked down at his fingers, and thought of you and what you were doing to yourself when you tried jacking him off. Of course, you used your fingers to make that sound he loved, and he wanted to hear it again. With a curious expression, he played with your folds, touching them, spreading your lips to observe how it made you react, and then you reached back and guided his touch because you became so impatient with his stalling. You showed him your clit, and you put two of his fingers in your folds. You moved your hips to fuck yourself on his hand and then it all suddenly made sense to Reiner.
Soon, you weren’t able to focus on moving because he was lapping at your ass and pumping his arm while he pleasured you like a god with those thick digits.
“Fuck yes, such a good obedient bull! Finger fucking your mate while you eat my ass! So, good Reiner. Don’t stop! Please, it feels so good.”
To have you belt out those words...to have you sounding so sweet, it was all music to his hears. He worked his arm and ate you out until your scent was too much to stand. He had to make this official by imprinting your scent within him permanently. So, he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean before diving nose first into your cunt. He inhaled you deeply and lapped up your slick while his tongue massaged your clit. You fucked his face as he worked, and he engraved your scent into his being. Once finished, it was time to breed his new mate.
“Gonna breed me?” you panted. “Do it then. Fuck me like a good bull.”
He lined his engorged tip up to you and, to his surprise, you began pushing him into your depths the moment you felt his heat. He gasped as you took his length in and moved your hips to coat it with your wetness. You slowly took more of his girth, until you came to his thick, fleshy medial ring.
He stretched with his abnormal size, as it was. Getting beyond the ring required a little more work. So, for now, you fucked what you had inside yourself. Reiner’s hands grasped your hips when you moved them forward and back along his dick. You squeezed his thick member as it glided within your folds.
“Feels....good!” he groaned before releasing another mating below. “Never felt this before!”
“Mmmm, your cock is so much to take, Reiner,” you moaned as you rolled your hips and clenched each time you pulled your abdomen forward. You milked him, pulling at his length to coax out his cum. Because, for some stupid reason, you wanted it so damn badly. He made you feel like a bitch in heat and, in the smallest part of your mind, you thought it was all strange. You couldn’t think clearly about it now. Not with his dick so deep inside you.
Your mouth parted, and you closed your eyes to concentrate on your movements, to push him further inside you. His tip pressed against your cervix, kissing it with each dip of your being. Then you changed your rhythm. You rotated your hips clockwise and suddenly, his medial ring slipped into your opening. It was such a painful feeling and truthfully; it was only the beginning.
Your walls clenched in surprise, and you halted your movements because the pain was too much to bear. He needed to continue because he was oh so close to his finale. Reiner took control and thrusted upward with deep rhythmic motions that matched your previous love making. He stuttered for a moment, because his medial ring expanded. Then he resumed with a brutal, ruthless pace.
You braced herself against the ground as he rutted into you, nudging deeper into your belly even though you felt you couldn’t take anymore. Your stomach bulged as he growled, fucking into you with so much ferocity. Your knees became raw with each wild snap of his hips. You were groaning, crying out his name so loudly that he swore your voice echoed for miles. And it did, because now Porco and Marcel realized it was you Reiner was mating with.
“Such a good bull! Fucking your dick into me. Mmmm, keep mating with me. Fuck your thick seed into me, Reiner!”
Hearing that you wanted his release made him force you down further, tearing the skin of your knees in the process as he speared himself into you. You screamed as he held you in place to get used to the feeling of all his dick. Then he resumed fucking into you with such dominant savagery that you were a fucked out, babbling, crying fool.
The ring around his length expanded fully, fitting snuggly in place and the moment he could no longer thrust, his length pulsed and his cum shot into your womb. Rope after lengthy rope flooded into you until your tummy inflated from the mass of his seed.
He let out a mighty, thunderous bellow as his balls emptied, shrinking to their normal size for the first time in weeks. It was such a relief and now the entire farm knew you belonged to him. You whimpered as your stomach tightened to accommodate his massive load. He remained plugged into you with that expanded medial ring and there was no leaving the position until he became flaccid.
“My little mate,” he cooed, while he gently moved your hair that obscured your face behind your ears. “You take me so well for having a small body. You will be swollen with child soon. I care for you when happens. So beautiful. I want to mate with you often. Feels so good.”
Something slammed into the bullpen entry door and suddenly it was pulled open with a horrifying force. You cried out, expecting it to be Farmer Magath or perhaps one of the handlers, but no. It was Porco, and he was staring at the two of you, all wild-eyed and furious. He tilted his head to the side as he observed the two of you knotted together. He let out this horrifying bellow that almost sounded like a cry of anguish.
“YOU!” he growled as he glared at Reiner. “YOU touched her! How dare you…touch what belongs to me and my brother! I’ll rip your throat out!”
Marcel step forward, calmly touching his brother as if to dismiss him. He glanced over the two of you and then he lifted his head into the air, taking in a strong inhale. “It hasn’t taken…still fresh. We can drown out his seed with ours and make her ours.”
“I’ve imprinted her,” Reiner snarled. “She belongs to me!”
“Why do I smell fertile scent then?” Marcel growled. “Is this a human thing? Imprinting should take away the scent. No, we can still claim her.”
“We’re wasting time!” snarled Porco.
Reiner bellowed, challenging them, but there wasn’t anything he could do until his cock softened. There was nothing Porco and Marcel could do, either. None of them wanted to hurt you.
“Scent is still strong,” Marcel pointed out. “Can have multiple mates, I think.”
“No,” Porco huffed. “Ours. Not Reiner’s. Ours!”
You had no idea this was how your day was going to go. Being fucked by one bullman was already enough. Now there were two more who wanted a piece of you.
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Can you do mike,levi,erwin,kenny reacting curvy/thick reader twerking on them?? Whatever u please
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𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤; 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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— 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: on the night before the retaking of wall maria, elite members, veterans, and rookie contingents of the survey corps dwell in celebration.
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞/𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature 18+, sensual dancing, sexual attraction, romance, etc.
— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: will get a bit steamy, some scenarios differ from original plot | aot fans check out masquerade blind! reader x eren.
— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: curvy/thick reader - levi ackerman, erwin smith, miche zacharius, and kenny ackerman.
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𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍; humanities strongest captain.
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     Listening carefully to the music, you began to re-create a traditional dance -- created by the people of your hometown. Unlike most, you're a thick and curvaceous female by nature. This trait makes it hard to find clothing true to size. Still, this is a body you firmly believe to be beautiful. As comfortable as you are in your own skin, you're thankful for being strong enough to take criticism and fight.
Brownie points to that ass and them thighs, though — they shake wonders.
As the melody began to slow down, so did the winding of your hips; the sway following the beat flawlessly. In the midst of your performance though, a speck of black caught your eye. Deep in the corner of the room, stood a well-dressed, muscular figure. After completing another full-spin, you glanced towards the area again. Eyes widened in absolute shock at the reveal. Standing in the crowd was the Captain Levi, himself. Something about his aura made him look enduring and delectable. That onyx black hair, parted perfectly in the middle with beautiful, shimmering grey orbs and buttery skin. 
     He dressed quite charming tonight, wearing a crisp suit with a black coat, a white button up, and his signature cravat. All that time spent admiring him lead to him catching you. The two of you made direct eye contact, the intensity of it caught you off guard. It's as if he were staring into your soul. Inhaling softly, a spurge of courage sprouted and you found yourself casually drifting over to him -- like that, your hands fell to your knees in a low squatting stance before sensually thrusting your ass and hips near him. Within a few minutes, you were rubbing against the glorious man. 
Unknowingly to you, he stiffened up at the contact — his gleaming orbs watching the movement of your body as it rubbed against his muscular thighs and pelvis. In the midst of it all, his hand grasps the waist firmly and for a moment it doesn’t move. Once the momentum started to slow down, he presses towards the center of your stomach and pushes you back up; back to chest. The instrumental slowed in tempo, cueing the end of the dance. There was a ringing silence before the crowd erupted in cheers. That’s when you realized, everyone had been watching in utter amazement. Caught in a trance at the performance. Embarrassed, you turned to look at the male — the sight you saw almost made you melt into a puddle.
Levi’s sharp orbs never leave yours, his jaw is clenched, and those buttery cheeks twinged pink in the slightest. Overall, he didn’t look too pleased. However, with his authority and rank he made sure to clarify that with his subordinates; he only had to glare once and everyone was back to dancing and minding their own business.
His attention then turned back to you. By now, his hand reached the base of your neck.
“Did you enjoy yourself there?”
His question makes you want to turn invisible — but for the sake of humanity you decided to face reality.
“I shouldn’t have gotten that personal with you,” you responded — there goes that soft and beautifully flirtatious voice; smooth and angelic. “It’s the only dance that reminds me of my hometown.”
A shimmering gleam in is orbs almost makes you melt. Silently, he hums at the statement, “Is that right?”
“It is,” you replied, bodies still back to chest.
Though, he is as stoic and monotone as they come — he never tries to hide his feelings, they're actually clear as day to one watching closely. The man is just brilliant at keeping them in check. But as of right now, he’s slipping just a bit.
“A bit of advice, don’t go tossing your ass on just anyone. These hormonal fucks might get the wrong idea,” he responds, tone deep and demanding. So unnaturally attractive. “Be careful next time.”
“I can’t promise I won’t— especially, if it’s you,” you muttered, so softly, he almost didn’t catch it. Cheeks heating up because though flirtatious, it’s the most sincere feeling; truthfully so.
Levi froze at the statement, his hand squeezed the portion of fat on your waist. Those gorgeous, grey, shimmering orbs made direct contact with your own [eye color] ones. The intensity of his stare made you melt, but what really caused your face to heat up is the emotion that flashed through them; almost like a hunger. Immediately, he pulled himself away.
Stuffing both hands in the pockets of his jacket, he walked away calmly and without a word. As soon as he got to the frame though, he paused, “I’ll be in my office — come find me in twenty; for a private session that is.”
“Looking forward to it,” you responded as you watched him leave the room. A secluded twerk session on the captain? Boy, did you swoon.
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𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇; commander of the scout.
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     With a warm and calming smile, you sauntered towards the middle of the dining room floor. The music blazed softly through the scene, serving as a wonderful source of entertainment. By now, the sun had completely set against the horizon allowing the night to take over. Every star within the sky complimented the rooms dim lighting perfectly. The shimmering lights ignited the place in ways candles couldn't. It's the ideal scene for a midnight show.
     Releasing a shallow breath, your hips followed the rhythm of the melody flawlessly. Slowly, you began to walk closer to the crowd. Listening carefully to the jingling tune, you began your home's national dance. As you danced beautifully for your spectators: the goofy soldiers. Wanting to enjoy every moment, you place your hands on your knees and dance directly on whoever seemed to be near. Shaking some ass isn’t uncommon where you’re from. It’s a form of art and is recognized as a national performance.
Unknowingly to you, the gorgeous display caught the eye of wandering visitors: some of the unique status. Humming, you neared the end of the performance.
     A slow but loud clap was heard from behind, startling you so bad that you almost stumbled and fell to the ground. Sheepishly, you turned to face the person receiving the dance treatment and of course it had to be the man in charge himself.
Commander Erwin, the face of the scout regiment and leading contender in military success thus far. Missing an arm, he pat his hand against his chest to replicate the sound of applause.
     "That was quite the show," the stern male muttered, his smothering blue orbs staying glued firmly on your face.
     "Erwin," you muttered, startled by the man. "Fancy seeing you here — I apologize for dancing on you. Are you waiting for someone specific? Levi, maybe?"
     He released a soft and delicate sigh, his presence moving closer. The commander stood tall, body towering over your form. He placed a firm hand upon your shoulder, "That was the initial goal, until I got sidetracked by all of the commotion — i’ve never seen movements like that? Must’ve been something you learned from the mainland, yes?”
A smile rose at the genuine interest he had concerning the origin of your dance. As unusual as it may appear to the citizens of the city, twerking is nothing to the people of your hometown. During parties like this, you aren’t usually throwing it back against someone. He just happened to get lucky.
Anyway, nodding at his question you have a brief overview of it, “It’s a well-known dance created by the villagers of my hometown; all of the rhythm goes down to the hips.”
“I see,” he responds, carefully picking his next set of words. “How does one follow those movements?”
Is he asking—? No fucking way, he is! A devious smile falls on your cheeks and you raise a hand to him, “Care to follow my lead?”
“Of course,” he chuckles lightly, wishing to stay and fool around a bit more with the captain he holds dear to his heart. Although duty calls, he wants to enjoy a lasting moment for once in his life. It’s perfectly clear to anyone listening, that amongst the scouts, you're the only soldier that openly relays an earnest respect of high-ranked leader. For a good reason that remains unknown to the recruits but known to the veterans.
As his one hand slides against yours, they grasped each other in a sealed deal.
Sometimes forget you’re not built like everyone else. With this gorgeous shape and feminine charm, you’d put any man to sleep. And tonight, the big bad commander is under your spell.
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𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒; sharpest leading soldier.
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At the crack of dawn, the evening bell rang loudly. Suddenly, the quiet corridors become filled with the gentle chatter and trembling footsteps of soldiers who smell good and look nice. Now, entering the dining hall made things even sweeter. A banquet of savory meats, handmade soup, freshly baked breads wafted through the halls — a rare but glamorous sight. Simmering lights cascaded down the walls, igniting the room with such a beautifully warm toned sparkle. The tables were decorated with cloth and refreshments.
      Like everyone else, your jaw dropped at the decor. How much of the budget went into funding just one night of fun? Hell, some members even managed to produce music. A smile rises upon your cheeks at the sight, everything seemed to fall right into place — good company, dancing, and rhythm; this is definitely your type of party.
Leaning against the roof of your shoulder, Miche takes it upon himself to inhale the fragrance of your silk black dress, “You smell good; this a new soap or something?”
“Yeah,” you responded, laughing at the irony: the man’s nose is just so incredibly sharp. “Bought another pack yesterday— berries and cream, they call it.”
Nuzzling into the crevice of your neck, he takes another whiff. Completely enamored with the scent of his beloved wife, “Wear it more often; it suits you.”
“Dully noted for future reference,” you chuckled, pulling the man’s head back away from the body — his hazel orbs lazily stared into the deepest section of your own [color] eyes.
A familiar song is played by the instruments, this prompted a gleam of excitement to shoot through your retinas — a shimmer he recognized all too well.
“You’re about to ask me to dance with you, huh?”
Pinching his cheeks playfully, you nodded softly, “This is our song, remember? How can you not want to?”
“The entire regiment will be watching,” Miche sighed, as he places the palm of his hand against his chin. “I’d just prefer to not have to crack a kid’s skull for looking at you the wrong way.”
To be fair, he has a valid point. Out of all the female contingent’s, you’re the outcast when it comes to body type; a very soft and shapely figure with a very nice, bouncy ass. Though, Miche isn’t new to your hometown’s form of dancing, he doesn’t appreciate the attention it gets from others.
“What can I say, it’s in my blood — besides, you’re the only one I’d ever dance with,” you replied with a shrug before gently coaxing the man out of his seating.
Miche lived to see you smile and he knew by following your lead, it’d never go away. Which is why he reluctantly agreed to participate. With the tempo speeding up, so did the both of you. Slowly, you winded down into a semi-squat before allowing the ruthless rhythm to carry the movement of your hips. From behind, he followed suit smoothly. Matching the motion flawlessly. Growing up in a neighboring village, he also learned how to keep up with this form of dancing: twerking as some would call it.
The first time he witnessed it from you was on your wedding night, every single time that ass would clap he’d loose his mind. Dude could barely breathe by the end of it. Nowadays, he manages his composure all to well. Hands on your hips and allowing you to guide and show him something pleasant. Doesn’t help that he’s slightly possessive, will subtly glare down anyone who dares look this way.
He can’t blame you though, that body is far too enticing. Even so, he’ll have a lot to say once it’s all over.
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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍; the king’s bodyguard.
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Laughing with the silly members of this legion, you downed yet another cup of wine — everything seemed to be going just fine. This being the night before humanity’s biggest mission; everything is riding on the success of regaining wall maria. Many deaths are to be expected, but considering the circumstances things should be just fine.
At least, that’s what you’ll be hoping for. Anywho, the reality didn’t strike as hard when alcohol entered your system. Instead, a intense desire to re-create a sensual dance did.
With the beating music and upbeat tempo, you found yourself shifting to the dance floor. Being a squad leader requires precision and structure; which you embody for the most part. However, on a night like this where the future is uncertain, nothing will be stopping you from releasing a bit of steam and having some fun.
Following the intense taping of the drums, your hips flourished and bounce. Nothing else seemed to matter but you and the original melody being played. So much that you didn’t realize how close you happened to be towards another human body. Rocking your hips sensually, you kneeled halfway and popped that ass with glee.
Of course, the figure standing behind you seemed unfazed by this provocative form of art. Instead, they merely watched in silence before placing a hand on the center of your waist.
Almost shrieking in fright, you stood up and looked back at the male.
“With a body like that, you outta pay more attention to your surroundings,” he says, face hidden beneath a hat.
If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was some weird alleyway creep. But the moment he looked up and revealed that crooked smirk and silver orbs, you realized.
Clicking your teeth in annoyance, you crossed your arms and stared firmly into his eyes unaffected by his presence, “Well, isn’t this exciting. The hell are you doing here, Kenny?”
Of course, though this is a scouts only party — some other people managed to sneak in because of all the common and chaos.
“I love it when you say my name with such passion,” he responds calmly, hands falling into his pocket. “I’m here on orders; a party like this isn’t exactly a walk in the ball park for me, sweetness.”
His tone is just as sarcastic and un-ammused as your own. A deafening silence controls the air and nobody speak for a moment. Breaking composure, you laugh out loud and raise your hands for a hug. Following suit the idiot does the same, drawing you in for a second before letting go — the two of you go way back. Though apart of different sections of service he’s always held a special place in your heart. From time to time you’d playfully act like you hate each other’s guts.
“It’s been a while, you old dust-bag,” you begin, patting his arm. “Couldn’t send a letter or two? Y’know keep in touch.”
“Don’t you start — these days have been hell on earth and you know it,” he responds, tilting his hat slightly. His silver orbs gleaming softly. “Besides we’ve got other things to talk about.”
Crossing your arms, you awaited his explanation, “Like—?”
“For starters, when’d you learn to dance like that?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” reaching forth, you grab his hand as you say it; pulling him to dance with you after all this time. Of course he’d forget about your hometown, the memory on this one is tragic. Smiling softly, you started to slowly move your hips again.
Grumbling in irritation, he merely follows your lead — “I don’t have any ass to be shaking like you do sweetheart.”
“I’d hope not — would make me jealous,” you laughed, moving around him and dancing more. “You just relax and let me handle all the work.”
Kenny had no complaints — in fact, he was the quietest he’s ever been.
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First of all, i ADORE your work, please keep it up. Second of all, would you mind doing a levi x reader where they were friends in the underground but unfortunately reader gets captured by the survey corp, and she abandones levi, farlan, and isabell. A couple years later reader comes back down with erwin and mike to capture some thugs, and is mildly suprised to find out it was levi she had to capture? Sorry if its too complicated, you dont have to do it!
Underground LeTS GOOOO
Warning: Cursing
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// Flashback \
Bulleting through the ‘sky’ of the underground you flicked your gaze over your shoulder to the hooded figures that bounded after you like a pack of hunting dogs after a fox. Clicking your tongue you retracted your hooks resulting in you plummeting towards the ground, rolling along the ground you set off in a sprint. Swiftly and skillfully dodging groups and singular people as you ran through the endless streets.
The uncomforting ringing of footsteps echoed in your ears as you continued down the streets, taking a sharp turn into an alleyway you heard a person chasing you by themselves. Grunting you launched yourself off the wall and back towards the person resulting in you kicking the person in the face, the person turned out to be a woman with goggles and brown hair. Stumbling backward with a shriek she fell on her butt groaning, rolling your eyes you shot up into the air again. ‘Levi won’t be one bit impressed when I tell him I’m being chased by these dogs again..’ you thought flying in through a window of a building. Quickly making your way through the building you ended up in some bar at the top. Skidding over the counter you launched yourself back out the window and took off again ignoring the angry cries of drunken men that cursed at you for spilling and breaking their drinks.
Looking over your shoulder again you failed to notice a taller figure coming for you from above, catching a glimpse of them at the last second you whipped out your blade as a man with charming blue eyes and blonde hair came down on top of you sending you both off track and falling towards the ground wrestling and fighting.
Slashing at the man’s arm you made a fine cut along his forearm that seeped with crimson blood almost immediately, hissing in pain he charged at you again. Suddenly a force came from behind you, knocking the wind out of your lungs as you fell forward. Stumbling and coughing you lay on your side grumbling curses to yourself.
The blade you held was kicked out of your hand a couple feet away, a firm grip was present on your wrists as you heard a click of handcuffs around them. Sending a glare to the male that stood in front of you that wrapped a cloth around his injured arm he glanced down to you with a firm stare. ‘’Y/N L/N am I correct?’’ the blonde asked, staying silent you stared up to him with a dull expression. ‘’Woah! Erwin you got her! She’s a feisty one ain't she?’’ the same woman from earlier appeared from beside you, a clear bruise on her cheek as she smiled down to you. Growling at her in frustration you switched your gaze back to the blonde in front of you. ‘’She’s not talking, but, if she doesn’t say anything we could just hand her over to the Military Police… They wouldn’t treat you very nice while you’re there considering the crimes you’ve committed’’ the blonde stated watching me frown at him.
‘’So, I’ll give you one last chance, what’s your name?’‘ he said again, lowering your head to the ground beneath you-you sighed ‘’Y/N.. you said it earlier blonde bitch’‘. The man chuckled and knelt down in front of you ‘‘we’ll let your crimes slip, only if you join us Y/N… we could use your strength in the Survey Corps so what do you say?’‘ he offered as you once again went into silence. ‘’First, what’s your name’s?’’ you snarled to the three around you, the male motioned to the woman who sent you a friendly smile ‘’that’s Hanji Zoe, the man behind you is Miche Zacharius and I’m Erwin Smith, Commander of the Scout Regiment’’ he introduced earning a low nod from you.
‘‘Alright Smith.. I’ll join your band of freaks’‘
Before I kill you.
// Flashback End \
It’s been two years since you were taken in from the underground, it took a while for you to get used to being above ground and not being with Levi, Isabel and Farlan but you couldn’t just leave the Scouts now.  As much as you wanted to go back to Levi you knew if you tried you’d be hunted down and Levi would be found out and captured as well, what girlfriend would do that to her boyfriend? 
Not you
So you stayed silent.
Following Erwin and Miche down the staircase of your birthplace, your face scrunched up in disgust from the familiar stale smell that stretched to every part of the underground. Soon arriving at the bottom of the staircase you glanced around as Erwin spoke with some MP’s that guarded the entrance to the staircase. ‘’Y/N, Miche lets go and find these criminals… Sooner the better we’re out of here..’’ Erwin mumbled walking ahead, looking to Miche he sent you a nod of reassurance as you both trailed behind Erwin.
Strolling through the filth covered streets you looked to the poor people who lay around begging for money, selling things or just standing around minding their own business. Noticing Erwin put up his hood you done the same with Miche, people moving out of your way as you walked along the streets. The Wings Of Freedom crest showing brightly that warned people not to interfere with the business you three were down in that pigsty for.
‘‘Y/N you know these streets like the back of your hand right?’‘ Erwin said taking a glimpse to your shorter form over his shoulder, nodding you continued to look around as you walked. ‘‘Yeah, even though I haven’t been here in a while I still know the place from top to bottom..’‘ you mumbled as Miche sniffed the air. ‘‘What is it doggy?’‘ you teased Miche as he rolled his eyes playfully at your name you gave him ‘‘nothing Y/N’‘ he responded back plainly.
// Time Skip \
Landing on the ground with your hood up you walked past Farlan and Isabel who were being restrained, sauntering over next to Erwin you crossed your arms looking down to Levi who has gotten more incredibly handsome since you last saw him. His gunmetal eyes went up and down your hooded figure before you pulled your hood down and raised an eyebrow down to the male.
Eyes widening a fraction Levi stared up at awe to you, soon hearing Isabel shriek to you-you ignored her as you kept your E/C orbs trained on Levi. ‘’Y/N he’s not saying a thing, is he mute?’’ Erwin asked, shaking your head you knelt down in front of Levi as he furrowed his thin eyebrows at you. ‘’You left us for these bastards.. Where you planning it all along L/N?’’ he seethed, rolling your eyes you clicked your tongue ‘’no I wasn’t planning it all along, they captured me and here I am now’’ you state looking over your shoulder to Erwin. ‘’Mind if we have a chat for a minute or two just around the corner?’’ you ask as Erwin hesitantly nods, thanking the blonde you haul Levi up to his feet and take him around a corner a little bit further away from the group.
‘‘Levi, you can just make this all easier and stop being so stubborn… I joined the Scouts, I’m still alive.. It’s not as bad as you think..’‘ you tell him letting go of his handcuffs leaning against the wall of the building. Sending you a glare he shook his head ‘‘why would I join you, you left us after all.. do you know how much shit I went through after you didn’t come back that night?’‘ he snarled as you cocked a brow, running your hands through your hair you flicked your gaze to him then back to the ground. ‘‘You’re so stubborn if you refuse to join us Erwin will hand you and the other two to the MP’s! They’ll fucking torture you Levi, they’ll probably kill you!’‘ you exclaim as he sighs in annoyance. 
Shaking your head you turned to your last resort of trying to get him to join you.
Appearing in front of Levi in a split second you cupped his soft cheeks, giving him a pleading look as his gaze tore into your own. ‘’Levi please… Come with me.. I won’t leave you again as long as you come with me’’ you plead as his gaze softens, sighing and giving into your pleading he looks to the ground. ‘’Fine I’ll join you.. dear..’’
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