#hitch dreyse x reader

[p0rkbun]

❝ you look horrendous ❞— reader

❝ well you look absolutely gorgeous today, baby ❞ —

Amber Freeman, Rebekah Mikaelson, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Claire Redfield, Santana Lopez, Hitch Dreyse, Ymir, Cheryl Blossom, Heather Chandler, Yang Xiao Long, Lapis Lazuli, Tory Nichols

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#amber freeman x reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #claire redfield x reader #santana lopez x reader #hitch dreyse x reader #ymir x reader #cheryl blossom x reader #heather chandler x reader #yang xiao long x reader #lapis lazuli x reader #tory nichols x reader #x reader #fluff #wlw

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・aot girls front & back part 2 ⸜⸜・

so many people requested part 2

hange

female hange has the cutest small titties. probably AA or small A. and she's super proud of them and thinks they look adorable. her nipples and areolas are normal sized and darker brown color.

her pussy lips are on the bigger side, but they look cute. they always open when she opens her legs. i think it takes a bit time for her to get wet so she prefers when you rub her sensitive clit.

she doesn't shave at all and that's fine because it fits hange's style. but if you asked, she would do it for you.

her ass is normal sized with a lot of muscle. it's the perfect size to look beautiful in tight clothing but not enough to be seen as huge.

ymir

i feel like ymir is another member of the smaller titty community. she's a solid B but she only wears tight sports bra's which makes her boobs look tiny. surprisingly, her areolas are super light even know her features are dark. she has the most sensitive nipples of all.

her pussy is small and cute. her pussy lips and clit are tiny. sometimes it takes some time to even find her clit.

she doesn't shave either. sometimes she trims but most of the time she just lets it grow.

her ass is amazingly shaped. her has big butt and it looks good in everything she wears. it's not really muscle-y, but still beautiful.

pieck

pieck's boobs are huge (i know a lot of you headcannons her boobs as tiny but they are not!!). she's probably like E or even bigger. her nipples are also huge and really dark. sometimes she gets insecure about them being droopy, but they are beautiful.

she has really meaty pussy. she has big pussy lips and clit. i feel like she would get wrinkles on her pussy but it looks like petals. i feel like her pussy would be pretty loose all the time and it's not a problem for her to get super wet.

she only trims her pussy. when she's going to bigger event, she will shave completely. but she doesn't shave completely for you.

as big as her boobs are she also has big butt. it's just so jiggly and cute. it shakes when she walks, making her look adorable.

hitch

hitch is something between B and C. her boobs look good in everything and she loves to flaunt them. her nipples are soft brown color and they are small. even the nipple itself is super small.

her pussy lips aren't super tiny but they also aren't super big. her clit is a bit bigger and easy to find.

she shaves most of the time. she loves how she looks when she's completely shaved and it makes her feel cute. when she isn't in the mood to shave completely , she trims it. i feel like she would shave shapes too.

her ass is big and it looks beautiful in pictures. it's really round and squishy and ahhhh beautiful.

#aot x reader #aot smut #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #pieck finger x reader #pieck finger smut #pieck finger x y/n #hitch dreyse smut #hitch dreyse x reader #hitch dreyse x y/n #ymir smut #ymir x reader #ymir x y/n #hange zoe x you #hange zoe smut #hange zoe x reader

[azurlily]

NSFW read at your own risk. Everyone in this is aged up to 21+ AFAB reader. I'm a beginner writer so this isn't the best.

I can just imagine the AOT girls fighting over who gets to have you first. Its practically a fight to the death that you have no say in. Hange says it should be her because shes the oldest! Ymir and Historia say it should be them because you've known them longest. Each girl has their reason and believes their reason is the better one.

Poor you. An agreement is made, they all get to have you together! You're going to be sore for weeks. You get laid on a bed with nothing but lingerie Hange bought for you. You can feel hands on you, you dont know how many but they're there. A hand slips into your panties and starts rubbing your pussy. You trace the hand back to Sasha who has a big smile on her face.

"Sasha, no. We agreed how we'd so this, I know you haven't forgotten." Ymir pulls Sashas hand away and your whimper at the loss of contact.

Two strong hands grab at your hips pulling you up. "Open your legs up baby, Hange and I are getting your holes first."

You felt a warm haze fall over you as you do what Yelena commands. Hange slowly pulls your panties off, a wet spot very evident. "Aww is this for us, darling? Pretty little thing you are."

You watch as Hange attaches large black dildo to the harness. Oh, oh that wasn't going to fit. "H-hange it's too big!"

You feel a mouth cover yours, Hitch. She pushes her tounge in your mouth before pulling back. "If you want air breath through your nose." That's all she tells you before pushing her tounge back in your mouth.

You whimper and cry into her mouth, but it didn't matter. You feel Hange line up with your pussy and gently push it in. You didn't take all of it, like you expected but she just kept pushing in and pulling out. Slowly she got into a rhythm. You didn't even notice something else lining up with you ass until it was in you.

You let out a choked sob. Too much, and they knew it too. That didn't stop any of them though.

Yelena didn't move, instead she had you warm the toy. You could feel the build up, you were close and fuck did you want it. You start trying to match Hanges pace, trying to rut into the toy like a bitch in heat.

When Hitch finally stopped kissing you and pulled back you noticed the others staring at you. "Hange, Yelena, Hitch! Your times up, it's Mikasa, Annie, and Sashas turn. After you three its Historia, Ymir, and Piecks turn."

You cry out, it was fair! You were so close, they cant just edge you like this!

The two women pull out, you grabbed a hold of Hange as you felt Yelena pull out. It hurt, a lot.

The three move back and place you down on the bed. Three new sets up hands are upon you. You feel someone open your legs up, Sasha presses her tounge into you. "Oh fuck-"

Annie slaps your thigh harshly. Fuck that hurt. "Watch your mouth little girl."

Sasha pulls her tounge out sucks on your clit. Your hands darr toward her hair. You start pushing your hips into her face, you didn't get to come last time and you wanted to oh so badly now.

Mikasa moves behind you kidding and biting you neck. She intends to leave marks. "Your skin is so soft darling, and you look so sensitive. Are you? Are you so sensitive you're going to cum so soon?"

You nod like crazy pushing your further into Sasha. "Please, please, please! I'll be so good s-so g-good for you please!"

Annie grabs Sasha by her hair and pulls her back. "If you want to come, it'll be on this strap. Got that?"

You didn't care, you just wanted to come, no you needed to come. You buck your hips against the strap. "Please, please! Need it s-so bad!"

I'll let you imagine what's happens after.

#wlw #lesbian #im bad at this #aot girls #attack on titan #i cant write #annie leonhart x reader #hange zoe x reader #pieck finger x reader #yelena x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #historia reiss x reader #ymir x reader #sasha braus x reader #hitch dreyse x reader

[randoimago]

Hailo~ i hope your having a nice day~. Can I get Hitch, Ymir, Historia and Sasha from Attack on titan with an S/O who's on the shy side

With a Shy S/O

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Character(s): Hitch, Ymir, Historia and Sasha

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it

Historia

Historia understands feeling shyness at times. She does her best to try and make you the most comfortable, but her goddess personality comes through, and it might make you feel shyer.

Enjoys having moments in private with you where she's just holding your hand or cuddling a bit. It's relaxing and she likes being able to have these moemnts with you where you can also relax a bit.

Takes you to the orphanage with her quite a bit. She knows you feel a shyness, but she hopes interacting with the kids can help you break out of that a bit. Even if you don't have the most fun playing with them, they should at least get you to get bolder with some of the tiny pranks they pull at times.

Hitch

Takes on a protective role when she sees how cute and shy you are. She gets it, people can be scary, let her tell her about the time she ran into Captain Levi when he was in a bad mood…

Seriously will try and encourage you to get out of your shyness too. Won't force you or anything, but she tries to be supportive and patient as she takes care of you.

Hitch does like being able to have quiet moments with you. She likes how you're more open when it is just the two of you as opposed to out in public. So just having you next to her as you both hang out is nice.

Sasha

Probably doesn't really notice your shyness since she's so open and eccentric for the both of you. She doesn't feel shy about anything as she just does what she wants. Which does help keep attention off of you so she's helping in her own way.

Notices you getting a bit flustered at times when you have too much attention and that's when she realizes that it's snack time. Takes your hand and leaves whatever is currently happening to get you some food. Food always makes her feel better so hopefully it can help you too.

Sasha does try to give you encouragement to break out of your shell, but she's not always the best with words. Still, she does her best to let you know that it's okay to be shy because she'll always be there to support and care for you (because nothing bad ever happened to Sasha)

Ymir

Can't help a smirk at how cute it is that you're shy. She's a bit upset that you aren't shyer so she can fluster you all the time, but she still tells you how cute you are just to tease you.

Is very quick to jump to your rescue if someone else tries to tease you or she sees you getting overwhelmed. Nothing a quick "Fuck off" to whoever is talking to you won't fix. Sure, she could be a bit nicer, but she's not going to be delicate when you're being bothered.

Ymir does get more vulnerable and open with you when it is just the two of you. She knows things can be hard with your shyness and so she'll try to be more understanding and help you if she can.

#the-ultimate-puppteer #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #hitch dreyse x reader #hitch x reader #ymir x reader #historia x reader #historia reiss x reader #sasha blouse x reader #sasha x reader

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Eula, Jean, Sharon, Elliot, Towa, Hange, Hitch, and Historia seeing their S/O in a swimsuit

Genshin Impact / Trails of Cold Steel / Attack on Titan

No one requested this, I just thirst eternally for swimsuit weather.

Eula wasn't keen on the idea of swimming at a beach. The water and sand was far too warm for her liking.

That is, until she saw S/O stride up next to her wearing a rather revealing but cute piece.

(S/O) "Eula, is something wrong?"

(Eula) "...N-No. It's just a bit hot is all."

(S/O) "Ah, I guess that's fair. Next time we can go swimming in Dragonspine."

Averting her gaze, she tried clearing her throat and continuing as normal.

(Eula) "I doubt you'd be able to avoid freezing if you went swimming in that."

(S/O) "Then how about we enjoy this water together?"

(Eula) "I will go first. You better not stare, S/O."

(S/O) "Hah, no promises!"

Eula made sure to speed ahead to avoid staring at them.

Jean was already blushing as she put back on the swimsuit Lisa and Barbara chose for her.

It wasn't revealing (thank Barbatos), but still, she was now wearing it alone with S/O.

But upon seeing S/O's swimsuit, it made Jean blush even harder.

(S/O) "Wow, I heard what it looked like from Lisa but actually seeing it-..."

(Jean) "H-Hey! Don't just stare..."

(S/O) "Hah, sorry. It looks really good on you."

(Jean) "Um...T-Thank you. You look good as well, S/O.

S/O holding her hand is what snaps her out of her embarrassment and gets her to relax.

As the two held each other's hand as they walked along the water, Jean couldn't help but peek a few times.

Sharon's own swimsuit was very revealing. But the clear jacket she wore around it almost made her seem ethereal.

She knew exactly what she was doing choosing it, and saw S/O walk up in a relatively modest swimsuit.

(S/O) "W-Wow...Sharon."

(Sharon) "Hello, dear. Is something catching your eye?"

(S/O) "Did...you choose that yourself?"

(Sharon) "I did. I thought it looked good on me. Clearly, you seem to agree."

S/O realized they were staring and looked away, making her giggle.

She grabbed their arm and suddenly lifted them up and walked to the waters.

(Sharon) "Let's enjoy the weather together, shall we?"

(S/O) "R-Right."

Sharon's smile got bigger when she looked at her S/O.

(Sharon) "You look rather eye-catching as well, though you're not leaving too much to my imagination."

Elliot simply wore swimming trunks. Nothing fancy about it.

He frowned as he looked down at himself. He wasn't nearly as muscular as the other guys in his class, but it didn't bother him as much as it used to.

(S/O) "Hey, Elliot!"

His face quickly changed to a smile when he turned to S/O.

(Elliot) "Hey! Nothing too fancy yourself, huh?"

If anything, Elliot was glad S/O didn't decide to be extra with their swimsuit.

It made it a lot easier for him to keep his eyes on the correct places.

(S/O) "Nah, I just wanted to get in the waters. I don't want anyone staring at me after all."

His smile quickly faded as S/O leaned in, being replaced with a blush so bright it almost matched his hair.

(S/O) "Not that I particularly mind if you do, though~."

(Elliot) "U-Um..."

(S/O) "Hah, sorry. You look cute when you're flustered."

Elliot got his revenge by picking S/O up with his surprising strength, and tossing them into the cold waters.

(S/O) "GAH! C-COLD! SO COLD!"

(Elliot) "Hah, you look cute when you're freezing!"

Towa's swimsuit was a cute blue one piece. She didn't intend on getting in the water and instead just simply enjoying the cool breeze.

S/O sat down next to her, which appeared to be a relatively normal swimsuit, with stripes on it.

(Towa) "Hey, not getting in the water?"

(S/O) "Not without you, Towa. By the way, that dress is really cute on you."

(Towa) "Aww, thanks! Honestly, I'm glad I got this one piece, I don't know if I could actually show off more skin..."

(S/O) "I'm sure you could rock the look, though."

(Towa) "Maybe if I got a bit taller..."

(S/O) "Uh uh, no line of thinking like that. Or else I'm gonna toss you in the water."

(Towa) "Oh, you wouldn't dare!"

(S/O) "Wanna find out?"

The two of them giggled as Towa scooted closer to S/O.

(Towa) "Maybe later we can. For now...I just want to enjoy this time with you."

=Modern AU for AOT gals=

Hange didn't get to visit the beach very often, but when they did, they'd make a whole deal about their own swimsuit.

After mulling it over and choosing the one most likely to deal psychic damage to S/O, they waited with the patience of a child.

(Hange) "Come on, the waters waiting for us!"

(S/O) "Coming, coming."

When Hange saw S/O, they catcalled as they walked by.

(Hange) "Niiiice!"

(S/O) "Hange, you've seen me like this before."

(Hange) "Am I not allowed to appreciate my own S/O?"

(S/O) "Not if you're staring at me like you do your research."

(Hange) "I'm offended, that's how you know I'm in love with you!"

Both of them laughing, Hange dashed over to the waters with S/O, making sure it's loudly known that Hange approved of their swimsuit, even it was just a modest one.

BONUS:

(Hange) "Hmm, one piece, or something super slinky and revealing?"

(S/O) "Hange, I swear to god."

(Hange) "What, jealous other people are gonna see me?"

(S/O) "No, I'm just worried you'll find the worst possible swimsuit to wear. I saw you eyeing those crab-pattern bikinis-"

(Hange) "Oh come on! You'd know I'd look smoking in them!"

(S/O) "Only thing that'd be smoking would be my eyes."

(Hange) "Oh my god, you sound like Levi! Buzzkiiiilll!"

Unfortunately for S/O, Hange did get the crab pattern bikini.

Hitch wore a bikini that properly showed off her assets.

And since it was only S/O in the area, she could wear it in peace without any assholes staring at her.

She laid on her towel under the umbrella, yawning.

(Hitch) "Man, I knew I should've brought something to read at least."

(S/O) "Sorry I took so long!"

Hitch looked over to S/O, who was wearing an appropriate swimsuit. Not too much skin revealing, yet not too much covered. Much to her disappointment.

(Hitch) "Aww, how boring!"

(S/O) "What?"

(Hitch) "The swimsuit! You couldn't have worn something sexy like me?"

(S/O) "Hah, well I can't deny that you look fantastic in that."

Noticing the slight blush arising, she couldn't help but laugh.

(Hitch) "You're such a dork. Whatever, let's get splashing already."

She lazily got up and strolled with S/O over to the water.

Before suddenly picking them up, and throwing them into the ocean, causing her to almost keel over laughing, and as a result, tripping into the water herself.

Historia couldn't wait to get into the water, and made sure to wear something practical yet cute.

It was a yellow half zip bikini, and she had no worries wearing it since it was just her and S/O at this beach.

Hearing footsteps approach, she turned around with a smile.

(Historia) "Ah, there you are!"

Historia practically jumped into their arms, trying to pull them into the water.

She didn't even have time to process their swimsuit.

(Historia) "I want to see if we can find a shell as a souvenir! I promised Ymir I'd bring one back."

(S/O) "Okay, okay! We have all day you know!"

She happily spoke with them as they messed around, splashing water and stepping on the wet sand hunting down any kind of pretty shell.

It was only when they were walking together near the end of the day did she realize what S/O looked like.

It wasn't necessarily the swimsuit, but the way they looked in the evening sun, glistening water on their body as they smiled at her.

That made her heart stop.

(S/O) "...Historia?"

(Historia) "Sorry, just...enjoying the view."

She gave them a kiss on the cheek and smiled back.

#genshin impact x reader #trails of cold steel x reader #attack on titan x reader #eula x reader #jean gunnhildr x reader #sharon kreuger x reader #elliot craig x reader #towa herschel x reader #hange zoe x reader #hitch dreyse x reader #historia reiss x reader #eula lawrence #jean gunnhildr #sharon kreuger #elliot craig #towa herschel #hange zoe #hitch dreyse #historia reiss

[setsunasbabe]

The aot girls + Hange as wlw/nblw relationship aesthetics

masterlist

pt 1 • pt 2

contains :

Hange, Pieck, Hitch, Yelena

Hange

Pieck

Hitch

Yelena

pictures from pinterest

#aot x you #aot x reader #aot nblw #aot headcanons #aot wlw #aot #hitch dreyse #hitch dreyse x reader #pieck finger x reader #pieck finger #yelena aot x reader #yelena aot #hange zoe x reader #nblw #hange zoe #wlw #setsunasbabe

[nightfall-kachiniko]

This idea just pop up in my head but can you please do Aot girls + hange with an s/o who has strange love for scary and morbid stuff? Like they'd be the type who thinks Anabelle and Chucky a cute baby

HORROR & HORID — AOT girls with a horror lover s/o

CW: mikasa x gn!reaader, annie x gn!reader, pieck x gn!reader, Hange x gn!reader, hitch x gn!reader

TW: little talk of gore, horror movies, that stuff

𓏲 mikasa

- for mikasa, she really doesn’t mind your horror obsession. Though, sometimes she does get concerned when you start saying stuff like “Jason is so hot!” And that type of stuff lol. It’s just the fact that you obsess over a murderer. You’d say back “What?! You’re one to and i still love you!” 💀

- well she certainly knows what she’s getting you for your birthday and Christmas lol. She’d take mental notes of all the horror games, movies and shows you like. Surprise! Because under your Christmas tree you’re getting an Annabelle doll!

𓏲 annie

- I’m sorry but she’d think it’s weird 😭. It’s just how Annie is. I think she likes horror movies but not to YOUR extent. If you force her to go to a haunted house, she’d end up punching the actors. The scaredest you’ve ever seen Annie in her whole life.

- refuses to buy you a chucky doll because he’s quote on quote “fucking weird.” She’ll never admit it, but that stuff creeps her out, like not the mellow stuff, the stuff that’s like psychotic.

𓏲 pieck

- nope, nope, absolutely not. She will not have a chucky doll, an Annabelle doll, a voodoo doll, nu uh none of that.

- she won’t even watch horror movies with you, and when you trick her into watching a scary movie she’ll have her eyes closed the whole time. She tells you she has nightmares of the dolls coming to life too 😭 #savepieck

𓏲 hange

- would fuck with it 👍. Like she would LOVE to play horror games with you too, (like FNAF in VR, that shits scary 😦)

-Hange would love scaring the shit out of you too 😭 like she’d spent 200$ on a realistic scream costume just to sneak up on you and scare you. Cruel and psychotic 👍 (and hot)

𓏲 hitch

- you’d force her to come to a haunted house and she’d end up cussing the actors out, screaming and probably punching one of them. Would also cuss you out after for being “bat shit crazy!”

- poor hitch 😭 she’d try to brush it off as nothing but really thinks about it for days. #traumatized

𓏲 ymir

- yea no, not a good idea. Because she will take it farther than you ever could, like satanic level stuff. Like would try to summon demons with you IN THE HOUSE 😭.

- this girl is fierce-less, like she’ll do anything. Sometimes you end up getting freaked out at her level of psycho-ness. Also oddly loves the sex scenes during horror films ??

𓏲 historia

- nooooo we all know hisu would never watch anything horror, let alone have a shelves full of dolls in her house, all messed up hair and old fashioned. It gives her the creeps and that’s just the dolls.

- the type to cry during horror movies, and spill the pop corn everywhere “I CAN’T WATCH IT NO!”

#aot #attackontitan #mikasa headcanons #mikasa x reader #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #mikasa Ackerman x reader #annie leonhart headcanon #mikasa ackerman headcanons #Annie leonhart x reader #attack on titan annie #pieck finger head anon #pieck finger x reader #Pieck finger headcanons #Hange x reader #hange zoe headcanons #Hange Zoe x reader #hanji zoe headcanons #Hanji Zoe x you #hitch x reader #hitch dreyse x reader #hitch headcanons #freckles ymir #Ymir headcanons #historia reiss #historia headcanons #christa lens #Christa Lenz headcanons #kachi’s; aot girls react… 👀 #aot girls #aot girl scenarios

[kenjiro-kun]

Attack on Titan: Annie Leonhart, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Ymir, Christa Lenz, Hange Zoë, Hitch Dreyse, Yelena, Pieck

‼️ Fem Reader ‼️

[Scenario #2] Who Introduces You

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Annie Leonhart: Hitch, her roommate, introduces you to Annie. It was awkward at first due to Annie's anti-social behavior with those around her, but to some type of miracle she was slowly warming up to you and Hitch was very impressed with herself over your success.

Mikasa Ackerman: Armin, her friend, introduces you to Mikasa, and she didn't know what to expect from you since she didn't exactly know you. Armin knew you were going to be a good friend towards Mikasa by how you treat everyone around you along with how you act on the front lines. He had high hopes and by the look of it, Mikasa was growing attached to you.

Sasha Braus: Connie, her friend, introduces you to Sasha. At first, you were overwhelmed by her obsession and love for food, but you found that an adorable characteristic. You would give her the leftovers that you didn't eat when Connie dragged you over to her and she soon became friends with you.

Ymir: Christa, her friend, introduces you to Ymir. She wasn't very fond of you at first, but when getting to know you she became excitingly opened with you. Doing things she would do with Christa she did with you.

Christa Lenz: Ymir, her friend, introduces you to Christa. She was polite, since she didn't know you, but didn't have high hopes since it was Ymir's friend. To her surprise you weren't anything like Ymir, and she instantly wanted to know you more

Hange Zoë: Erwin, a commander, introduces you to Hange. She didn't understand at first, thinking you were another titan shifter she could experiment on, but with further explanation she understood that you both had similar interests which got her excited when meeting you. She wanted to have you stay with her, but you had other duties to do.

Yelana: No-one really introduced you to her, she had just bumped into you one time, and finally had you to herself. She was very fond of your personality,  knowing you were taking things seriously, and understand the reasons of everything around you. It was satisfying hearing your voice with out anothers interrupting you on various meetings, and it was rare to have you alone to have a talk one-on-one, so when she did she waa grateful.

"It is nice to finally be able to talk to you, L/N."

Pieck: Porco introduced you to her, you weren't ready. She was a complete goddess, you wanted more than to just hug her right then and there, but that would be too impulsive. "I am Y/N L/N!" She was very found of your flustered behavior and played around with it, but Porco stopped her before you busted into flames.

#annie leonhart x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #sasha braus x reader #ymir x reader #christa lenz x reader #hange zoë x reader #hitch dreyse x female reader #yelena x reader #pieck x reader #annie leonhart #mikasa ackerman #sasha braus #shingeki no kyojin ymir #christa lenz #hange zoë #hitch dreyse x reader #hitch dreyse #yelana aot #attack on titan pieck

[zeroxxlhero]

Best-friends • Hitch Dreyse & Historia

Warnings: 18+ characters, threesomes, poly relationship, College AU, cheerleader! Hitch and Historia, size difference, dual blow-job, Reader has a penis

Pairings: (Hitch Dreyse x You) (Historia Reiss x You) (Hitch Dreyse x Historia)

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan)

“Yo, chill out! You can’t be saying this shit while I got company around!” You yelled into your mic, your entire focus on the game of Fortnite in front of your face, eyes following the screen movements as you spoke to Ymir on the other side. You were the only one that could hear what she said but sometimes you had the tendency to unplug your mic on accident and you didn’t need anyone to catch wind of the crazy shit she be saying. And that anyone just happened to be Historia and Hitch, girls that you knew from around the campus and cheerleading squad.

They were cool girls and came over often to hang out with you whenever you were free. They were chilling on your bed as you sat and played on the game, bored out of their minds and annoyed at your attention being directed towards something else and not them. They been like that ever since you met them.

You knew they liked you.

“My mic still in but they can hear the shit. These headphones loud as hell anyways.” You were silent for a few seconds before laughing at whatever Ymir had said, loud and boisterous. You took a quick look back at the two blondes as a quick check-up and went back to your game, talking with your friend and joking about whatever random topic.

Historia hadn’t taken the serious boredom too lightly, taking her phone out of her face and leaning over to whisper something mischievous to her best-friend, glancing at the back of your head. Hitch had nodded and agreed to the plan with a grin on her face, slipping herself off of your bed, walking over to where your gaming setup was at.

You felt a presence behind you and slightly jumped when you felt arms wrap around your neck, craning your head back to see Hitch standing behind you.

You smile and cover the mic with your hand. “You good? I can get off if you want me to.”

“No, keep going. I wanna watch you play.” You went back to your game, smacking your teeth and rolling your eyes as Ymir said something slick in your ear.

“Bro, we’re just hanging out. Damn, you always think I’m fucking one of them or something.”

“Because you are!” From the close distance, Hitch could hear Ymir now. “How the fuck you explain having the two same baddies at your house all the time? You know what they want from you and your ass acting all scary bout’ it! How the fuck you scared of good pussy?!”

“First of all, I ain’t ever scared of pussy. Second, how you know if their pussy good or not?” You don’t think much of anything when you feel Hitch’s hand rubbing on your chest, her chin setting on top of your head and her titties against the back of your neck.

But you do think something isn’t right when you feel a hand on your thigh and look down to see Historia kneeling between your legs, staring up at you as she bit at her lip. Her hands start caressing your thighs underneath your shorts, her nails gently scratching against your skin and sending goosebumps through your body.

“Whatever, man. Look, I got knocked fucking around with you. Clutch up or you a pussy.” You mute yourself and pull off your headset, staring between the two girls as you set down your controller.

“About time. It was getting boring watching you play that shit.” Historia spoke from between your legs, her hand palming your soft dick through the fabric of your shorts. Hitch was kissing up your neck, nipping at your skin and creating little marks that would later turn up as hickeys.

“The hell are y’all doing? I mean, I’m not complaining but shit—”

“Something you’ll like. Just relax.” Hitch spoke in your ear, giggling before forcing you to lean back in your chair. You don’t fight against whatever they’re doing, the two of them now kneeling at your feet, pulling your shorts and underwear down.

Your dick pops out and it’s halfway hard, being bigger than they thought it would be. But that doesn’t stop Hitch from gripping your dick in her hand and giving it a couple of strokes to get it harder. A low hum unintentionally slips out of your mouth when Historia gives her own attention to your tip, sucking on the head and dancing her tongue around with it.

The thought of the game was buried in the back of your mind now, only focusing on the two girls that were serving your cock.

Once you’re fully hard, Hitch drags her tongue from the upside to the head, palming your balls and squeezing them gently.

Then, you’re suddenly finding yourself at the back of Historia’s throat, letting out an exasperated “fuck” as she throated majority of your length. She slams her mouth back and forth on your dick, choked noises rising from her as the tip ran against the sensitive point of her tongue, causing her to gag. She’s able to hold off for a few seconds before pulling away, a trail of saliva following her lips as she gave her throat a chance to cool down.

Hitch steps into her place for the time being, gripping your dick and placing her mouth on the tip. She starts pumping her hand and takes the head into her mouth, sucking on it as she jerked you off. She’s also struggling to get more than a few inches into her throat, the girth of your cock preventing her from taking any more than Historia could without hurting herself. She’s doing a great job at holding out better than her blonde counterpart, relaxing her jaw to relieve some pressure on her gag reflex.

“Shit…” You groaned, hand placed on top of her head as you bit down on your bottom lip. You could feel your toes curling as she’s eagerly sucking you off,

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[spwiski]

come back to me

Hitch Dreyse x gn!reader

Summary: The walls have fallen and the rumbling has started. You face the task of telling Hitch that you need to go.

A/N: Let's just pretend Annie did not take Hitch hostage.

It's a hard thing for you to go and find Hitch after the walls had fallen. The streets are full of rubble and people pulling others out from the wreckages.

You keep your head down, not making eye contact with anyone because you know there's a sliver of a chance that the lifeless eyes you'll meet are her green ones.

The streets are chaotic. Everything is in pieces.

The narrow streets are full of debris, the wreckage of a city. The buildings are still standing but unlike what you are used to, they are warped beyond measure.

So as you approach the still-standing Military Police building, you keep your head down, not wanting to get too close to the wreckage. But the falling of the walls is nothing to the way you'll know Hitch will look at you once you find her and tell her what you have to do.

The Military Police building is bustling, MP's are running around like headless chickens, securing the unstable and medically assisting them, gathering resources and providing shelter, others dragging dazed citizens in the opposite direction.

The sound of their boots hitting the floor echoes through the building, creating a desperate rhythm that reels you in and makes it hard to leave. It smells like leather and starch and sweat.

You navigate through the chaos, making your way to the makeshift medical ward that has been set up in one of the larger rooms. The sound of moans and cries echo through the hallways, making your heart race with anxiety.

As you approach the entrance to the ward, a group of MPs stops you, asking for your identification and your business there. You show them your credentials, explaining that you're looking for someone.

One of the MPs, a stern-looking woman with a no-nonsense attitude, steps forward and asks for the name of the person you're after. You hesitate for a moment, knowing that once you say Hitch's name, there's no going back.

You take a deep breath and say her name, and the woman's expression softens a bit as she nods, telling you that she knows who you're talking about.

She leads you through the crowded room, past rows of injured people lying on makeshift cots, some with bandages wrapped around their heads, others with broken limbs. You can't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of people who have been affected by the wall's collapse.

Finally, you see her. Hitch is sitting on a cot with a few cuts on her face and she's arguing with another MP.

"I'm fine, let me get back out there, I've got people to help." She says stubbornly, her green eyes angry and her lip trembling.

You approach her cautiously, not entirely sure what you're going to say to her. But the look of relief that fills her eyes when she sees you tells you everything that you need to know.

"Hitch," You breathe out and it's barely audible.

"Hey," She says softly, her voice broken, rushing up to hug you. You wrap your arms around her, feeling her body shake as she holds onto you tightly. For a moment, you both just stand there, holding each other, letting the chaos of the outside world fade away.

Finally, you pull back slightly and look at her, taking in the cuts and bruises on her face, the exhaustion in her eyes. You know what you have to do, and it's going to be hard, but it's necessary.

"Hitch, I need to talk to you about something." You say gently, your voice barely above a whisper. "Somewhere private."

She nods, understanding what you're saying. She follows you out of the ward, her footsteps slow and unsteady.

Once you're alone, you take a deep breath and steel yourself for what you're about to say.

"Hitch, I'm sorry." You say quietly, fighting the tears that are threatening to come. "But I need to leave."

"What?" She asks, her voice a raw whisper.

"You heard his speech." You say clenching your fists and glaring at the floor. "I'm going with the others, to stop him."

Hitch's eyes widen in shock, and for a moment, she doesn't say anything. Then, she takes a step back from you, her face contorting in anger. "What are you thinking? Do you even realize what you're getting into?" She says, her voice rising in pitch.

"I do." You say, barely holding yourself together. "But I'm going because I have to and I know that I might not come back."

Hitch's anger slowly fades, replaced by a look of sadness and understanding. "I can't stop you, can I?" She says softly.

You shake your head, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I wish you could."

"You'll try right?" She starts "To come back?"

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Hitch pulls you into a hug, her arms tight around you. "Be careful, okay?" She says softly.

"I will." You promise and for a moment, you let yourself melt into her embrace, grateful for the familiar warmth that she brings to the icy world that you're about to enter.

As you finally pull away, you take one last look at Hitch, memorizing the way she looks in this moment, hoping it won't be the last time you see her.

"I'll come back," You say staring down at your fingers "and when I do, I'll marry you."

Hitch's eyes widen in surprise at your words, and for a moment, she doesn't say anything. Then, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

"I'll hold you to that." She says softly, her hands coming up to cup your face. She reaches up and pulls you down to her, pressing her lips tightly to yours.

For a moment, everything else falls away and all that exists is the two of you, together in that moment. Finally, she pulls away, her eyes shining with tears. "Just promise me you'll come back in one piece."

#i got the idea for this whilst i was playing the sims #f:attack on titan #ch: hitch dreyse #hitch dreyse x reader #hitch x reader #hitch dreyse x you #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader

[reinersprozacbottle]

The Aot girlies as tweets

1- Annie

2- Mikasa (only w/ ykw 🙄)

3- Hitch

4- Hange (truuust me when I say this😭😭)

5- Ymir (she’s shading Reiner)

6- Sasha

7- Historia

#this is all canon btw idk #blockiana funniest twitter account btw🤫 #attack on titan #aot #sasha braus #mikasa ackermann #mikasa ackerman #ymir aot #ymir x historia #ymir #historia #historia aot #commander hange #hange attack on titan #hange zoe #annie leonhart #hitch dreyse #black anime girl #black anime fan #blerdcommunity #blerdlife #aot modern au #aot fandom #incorrect aot quotes #aot headcanons #aot smut #black tumblr #aot x black reader #black reader

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・bestfriend hitch ⸜⸜・

bestfriend hitch is the best listener ever. but she isn't too happy when you wobble up to her asking her for an advise on how to please girls. she just looks at u with her heart shaped lollipop in her mouth and shrugs. she's one of the most popular girls in the school and she slept with handful of girls so u thought she might help u. she comes into your room later that day with a bag full of toys and the next thing u know

that one part of the toy is stuffed in your cunt and the other part in hers. u can't help but to only stare at her face as she humps the dildo while letting out the most vulgar sounds. her pussy is so pretty too with her cum coating the toy and her pussy lips hugging the toy as if she wanted to never let it go. one of her hands grabs your tit which makes your slide the toy even deeper and let out a loud moan.

"i love the sounds u are making, she says panting," don't ever talk about fucking girls in front of me again. im gonna make u cum so many times u are gonna forget every girl to ever exist."

#aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #hitch dreyse #hitch aot #hitch dreyse x reader #hitch smut #hitch dreyse smut #hitch dreyse imagine

[azurlily]

Attack On Titan Masterlist

Who I will write for:

Mikasa Ackerman

Armin Arlert(commission only)

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Annie Leonhart

Hange Zoë

Sasha Braus

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Historia Reiss

Ymir

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Ymir Fritz

Pieck Finger

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Levi Ackerman(commission only)

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Hitch Dreyse

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Yelena

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#aot girls #aot girls x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #annie leonhart x reader #sasha braus x reader #hange zoe x reader #historia reiss x reader #ymir x reader #ymir fritz x reader #pieck x reader #hitch dreyse x reader #yelena x reader #wlw #lesbian

[randoimago]

Attack on titan girls Mikasa, Annie, Hitch and Historia being told I love you for the first time by their s/o.

S/O Telling Them "I love you" For the First Time

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Character(s): Annie, Historia, Hitch, Mikasa

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): This is really cute, here you go!

Annie

Stares at you as she's processing your words before she quickly looks away or tries to hide her reddening face from you.

She was trained to be good at hiding her emotions. Annie was trained to not be vulnerable. But your words just hit a part of her that she wasn't trained for and she has to look away to collect herself.

"Love you too," she'd mutter as she peeks over at you, trying to stay calm but you can see the pink still present on her face.

Historia

Like Annie, she stares at you for a bit as her mouth is agape. Your words are processing in her head before she sucks in a breath and turns away to hide her excitement and hopefully muffle her squealing.

When she clears her throat and looks to you, there's a wide smile as she just launches herself to hug you. She's tiny but she'll give you the tightest hug.

"I love you too! So much!" Is what she'll say. And she does love you very much. She's so happy to hear you say those words, always fretting about if you still care for her despite her position as queen. Historia is very happy to have this moment with you.

Hitch

Jaw drops at your words before she starts sputtering. Hitch was not prepared for you to just tell her that! Yeah you two have been together for a bit and she loves you so much, but she still wasn't ready!

"I wanted to say it first." Hitch will pout and huff a tad. She still hasn't said her feelings back to you, maybe you'll feel a bit guilty. You can tell from her still flushed face that she isn't too mad though.

You might have to remind her that she hasn't said anything back, which will cause her to huff some more of not wanting to rush it. When you least expect it, that's when she'd say, "I love you more!"

Mikasa

"Oh. I love you too." It comes out soft as she heard what you said. Mikasa hasn't heard anyone tell her they love her since she was a little girl. So hearing it from you made her very happy.

Mikasa is blushing too but she wanted to tell you her feelings immediately instead of having you wait and guessing.

She reaches over to lock hands with you if you two aren't busy with other matters. Mikasa isn't the best when stating her feelings, so she hopes that bit of affection lets you know how true her words are.

#attack on titan x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader #annie leonhardt x reader #historia reiss x reader #historia x reader #hitch dreyse x reader #the-ultimate-puppteer

[coveholdenmyluv]

Mean Girls - E. Jaeger

synopsis. Eren's the new kid at Trost Academy and being fresh meat in his senior year isn't easy. Especially so when the only friends he's made yet have managed to convince him to help them mess with "The Plastics". The problem?

He's got the biggest crush on their queen bee, Y/N.

series masterlist.

playlist.

- arlo <3

#coveholdenmyluv #anime #fanfic #attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #aot #armin arlert #sasha braus #connie springer #eren yeager x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren aot #eren x reader #jean kirstein #ymir aot #historia #historia reiss #hitch dreyse #levi ackerman #kenny ackerman #mean girls #mean girls coveholdenmyluv

[firefly--bright]

illuminated.

✩‧₊˚☾

masquerade chapter two.

jean kirstein x fem!reader, regency a.u.

chapter summary ; for the first time, under the glimmering lights, there he is, his mask stronger than ever.

chapter warning ; familial issues/abandonment, trust issues, slight angst?

a/n ; kinda went insane and wrote most of this in one sitting haha. anyways, as always, i hope this is well enjoyed :) comments, reblogs, likes, etc are always deeply appreciated!

taglist ; @mrsnobodynobody @jeanscremebrulee @holding-infinity-and-a-book @happxme @berrijam @hopeless-anti-romantic @cherrypieyourface @imgayandshesanime @moonmalice @potaho3frog @kivernova

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it happens a little too fast. you're fifteen, and your mother stops oiling your hair for a moment, making you snap your eyes open from the relaxed state of your body.

"your father and I were discussing your future," she says, and her soothing voice grates against your ears because you knew this news could not be a good one. when your 'future' was in question, you weren't given much of a choice, really. it was one of two routes, either those choices or uncertain poverty at the hands of a merciless god.

they weren't god. you were sure no god could be as cruel as this, but you were fifteen. how would you know? you're sitting on the cool floor in your childhood house, in the belly of the beast as your mother had asked you to. it smells like the night - faint Jasmine and the fire burning in the little fireplace in front of you. your house, your beast, was far smaller than the richer folks that conditioned you into being there, but a little larger than the ones more unfortunate than you - the ones without any familial connections and controls pulling on feeble life that they willingly created.

the Marleyans weren't gods, yet they controlled your life as one. you were sure of it, because even while giving mercy to your family, you were still trapped by people you knew were seventy or older, people who only smiled gleefully when inferiors were shamed. the inferiors in question, however, were you. your people. your mother, your father, your grandfather, your brother. in this beast - this house that was paid off as a so-called gift but was built on shame and guilt - that was lit up by their inventions. your mother was devoid of all the riches you'd seen them wear, but even seeing them up-close without threat was a privilege that you considered in your defence.

you blink, looking at the dying fire, not opening your mouth to speak. you're too afraid. you always have been, you think, ever since you were younger than this.

you hear her sigh placatingly, braiding your hair into a single plait.

"We will marry you off next year." she says. "There are no other choices." your language rolled off her tongue smoothly, something you knew she was ashamed of because of them. the non-gods. the Marleyans.

it felt like a slap to the cheek even when all she was doing was combing back your hair with feather light hands, speaking in a gentle voice that carried out the letter of a language you learnt from infancy because your grandfather refused to let it be forgotten.

"why can I not do as you are now?" you ask. at fifteen, your voice was shaky and unanswered.

"this does not make an adequate living."

there's a pause. you refuse to speak because you are far too stubborn to admit that she is right. but that cannot be an answer you accept. you blink again, turning around to face her, your knees on the ground and your hands grasping her oily ones.

It smells like jasmine and coconut.

"but I do not want to. it will not be out of love-" you start, cut short by your mother's sound. you're not sure if it's a laugh or a sob but she looks at you as a burden. you think you might be.

"love is not meant for us, sweetheart."

that night, it was decided. you would be married off to an officer - 'young' they described him, but you knew he wouldn't be with the way your father covered his mouth with a cough, his telltale sign of a lie. your life would no longer be yours, but you supposed it never was.

a week later, you were nowhere to be seen. it was raining, a torrential downfall as your mother (you imagined this. you're not sure if this really happened or if you wanted to cling on to the last bits of hope you had left that your family was still yours) would read your letter in broken English and your older brother would lock up the chest with the remainder of your clothes and paintings, your grandfather would pace around the house slowly, as best as his feet could allow him, and your father would go out in search for you, unknowing that you had crossed half an ocean already.

but Mikasa didn't do as such. she was not like you but you always wondered why she felt this heavy while talking about duty. Was it the surplus wealth that she had that you lacked during your childhood? or was it the fear of uncertainty?

you didn't know what it was and you didn't dare ask. you were afraid, as you always had been, but you knew when to show it and when to keep it hidden away, damning it from seeing the light.

her shoulders did not shake with sobs, her lips did not wobble with unshed tears. in this, you were similar - you'd never show anything other than hope and thankfulness towards each other. or anyone, really, because you knew that line could not be crossed. yes, you had seen her in her most vulnerable states, but she never shed a tear, never claimed her woes even while you knew she wanted to.

she simply walked; steadily, unshaken, from her father's study to her bedroom. the door was left open for you to step in, and you took the invitation with a little pride. she wouldn't hide from you.

you shut the door behind you. Mikasa let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders sinking. she sits at her bed and you sit on the floor, holding her knee gently as she looks at her feet.

"there is... a ball to be held. here. people will be there. everyone." she spoke in broken sentences, as if she was trying to formulate a language of her own. but you understood anyway, rubbing small circles on her knee. "i am to choose someone. not sure if it's even a choice," there it was. the breaking point. she breathes out a humourless laugh, a small breath.

"i..." you start, but there is no end to your statement. you can offer her no words of comfort. what would you have wanted when you were fifteen? you'd have wanted a choice. and when you didn't have one, you created one for yourself, playing your own god.

but she cannot. she would not, something you knew for a fact, go against her family's wishes, for reasons you could not find.

You hold her hand with everything you could. Words have always failed you when you’ve needed them the most, but your touch was always present. Your want for it may have been compensated by your abundance of giving it, but you hope it’s enough as you hold her right hand with both of yours, rubbing circles into the her soft palm.

“maybe... maybe you really will find someone wealthy in both personality and money. If you find someone in that ball that is strong in both; his character and his assets, then you would be satisfied, if you cannot be happy.” you say. You try – so hard – to make sure she knew that she could live a normal life after these events. As hopeless as you sounded voicing out the possibilities, you had to make her believe that it could not be completely worse, her life could not be completely trapped.

She sighed. She says your name pleadingly, “half the men in the country lack in either one of those things if they have the other. It is not money i care for.” she states, a truth you’ve known since knowing mikasa.

Her eyes don’t meet yours, but you know she is still unshaken. Her fingers grab yours, now, and you count that as a small victory. You shift a little closer to her, your knees scraping against the rug.

“i’ve heard there are new families that have travelled from far to live here. Maybe one of them could be a little...adequate.” you speak, hesitation lacing your voice. You could do nothing but offer some hope to your dear friend, despite these being half-truths. It was not completely false. You had heard some stories claiming there to be some new families having moved in, but these were not guaranteed to be all the traits Lord Ackerman has been searching for. You were sure no-one would be able to fulfil the man’s expectations, especially not when it came to his only daughter.

Mikasa had never been one for romance. Not overtly, at least, because you never saw her yearning of her wedding day like you had heard your childhood friends do, in their childhood innocence and sparkly eyes as they stole their mother’s hidden precious jewellery, looking into the mirror. You also had hope – refusing to participate in the realities of the world, indulging in your little fantasies instead. But those fantasies had faded away shortly after you had left everything behind. The hope never had, but you could not let your imagination run rampant. But not mikasa.

You werent too sure why it was. Why she chose the books that described history and the world outside of this town’s limited lense, biographies of authors and experimentalists until she’d fall asleep at her desk and you’d have to guide her to her room before she fell too deep into her slumber.

Romance wasn’t something she was looking for. Even now, with a grand marriage prospect in the near future, all she hoped for was to tolerate the man and family she would forced into.

She nods slowly, letting you know that she’s considering your words that had nothing but fragile hope, but she knew this was the best she could have.

You smiled a little, your fingers not ceasing from comforting her hands. “if all else is hopeless, we can always run away together.” she smiles back, breathing out a laugh.

“two cats?” she asks, fully engaging in the childish daydreams you had curated through sleepless nights.

“black and ginger.”

you were grateful that the late afternoon did not bring the heat as much as they did during blazing summers. The clothes had been hung up to dry shortly after your conversation with mikasa, who wished to have some time alone, requesting some parchment and ink. You knew a little too well who she’d be writing to, who she’d pull you aside to tell you where to deliver the letter to.

These few hours were yours. During the day, you would be buzzing around the house until your heels ached, giving Lord Ackerman his mail from overseas business, dusting the small corners of the house, helping Mr. Berner with his new, experimental dishes and then helping him clean right after. Despite all of this, the late afternoon was yours to cherish. Lady Ackerman was either in the salon or her chambers, talking to a friend with frilly skirts and updos or peacefully taking a nap. Lord Ackerman would be busy with whatever it was that needed his financial attention, Levi Ackerman would ideally be out of the house, visiting his eclectic friends from the military that you had only been acquainted to once or twice in the flesh, but felt as if you knew them beyond those times due to Levi’s stories over the years, given with a begrudging and small smile hidden under his cup of warm tea.

Your room is small, at the very end of a long corridor at the very top of the house, leaving your room’s ceiling to slant under the roof. it’s quiet the trek to get up there; two flights of stairs that were greeted with a groan after a long day and not enough sleep. The air is a little stuffy, but the windows wake you up right when you need them to in the mornings. You had taken the liberty to decorate your room how you saw fit, but everything ended up in their designated piles on the floors. The only furniture available was an old and creaky wooden desk along with it’s chair that would scuff up the floor every time you dragged it, and a single bed that you had draped with some warm sheets. you didn't have much time to decorate it and make it yours, but somewhere along the years, the must of the room mixed itself with the warmth of the outside breeze when you decided to open it, claiming it to be yours.

and it was. Like a signature left behind on a letter, your painting materials laid on the floor - canvases stacked on top of each other near your desk, paintbrushes being held together by a glass jar that was once clear but was now painted with accidental streaks of miscellaneous coloured paints, an old and stained rag. the supplies that would usually be expensive considering the part of town you were in, but due to your personal connections were now cheaper and more affordable than you had considered them to be.

every week, you'd work on a new painting. a new landscape, maybe, or sometimes it would be one of the sketches in your sketchbook that would materialise on your canvas with full colour, taking days to dry. once they were finished, you'd haul the canvas with your pen-name on the bottom right corner, scribbled out in stark black oil paint and your thumb-print, to your...dealer? you called her as much. you did not know much about her life, despite knowing her since when you first stepped foot in this town, a scared but hopeful fifteen year old caught the eyes of multiple onlookers, but she helped you, if only a little, to get up on your feet. enough to look after yourself. she'd only appear when you'd needed to sell your art.

her name was Ymir. that is all of the information you had of her. you hadn't known where she'd come from, whether she, too, was under some kind of disguise or was pretending to be someone else entirely. she'd take your canvas, careful on her grip, give it a look-over and raise her brows in acknowledgement, handing you a bag of money. it was nothing much, just enough for you to get your painting supplies for the next project, but it gave you a sense of purpose and stability after living under someone else's roof for so long.

humming a tune you had heard in the streets the other night, you begin to work. your subject - the cat from last night - gets painted on with strokes of brown paint as it's under layer, as you sketch out the background with the same colour, mixing and dipping your paintbrush as if it's second nature. you try not to think too much about the preparations you'd have to be an active part of in the near future, relishing these few moments you'd have to yourself before something close to hell breaks loose in the Ackerman household.

Mikasa's father had a knack for perfectionism. everything has to be kept well, nothing should be left askew - the band should be booked and the queue of music should be made before all else, followed by the booking of the local florist, then the modiste, the cooks...everything should have to be perfect in order to please him. you had been a part of these preparations around five times now, when occasion called for it. the house would be full of guests you barely knew the names of, names you could barely get acquainted to before you'd be whisked away to serve something you could barely pronounce. you tried not to think about the fact that this could very well be the last time you ever are a part of a preparation as such; with Mikasa getting married, Lord Ackerman would have no real use for you. you'd be suspended, yet again, finding a place to live, a purpose to fill.

no, you would not think about it. as much as you enjoyed the prospect of freedom, you more so dreaded the uncertainty of it, the fact that you would not be able to face the turbulence this time.

in all honesty, you were sure that if Mikasa hadn't found you, you'd be done for. the guilt of leaving would be far too much for you to handle, but you could not go back should you even want to. not so much guilt, but more shame.

Taking one day at a time had taken a toll on you. The comfort of a routine was much needed after you entered the Ackerman household, albeit a little boring, you forced yourself to view it as a novelty. And then he came along, taking your nights and making them his own. He’s trapped himself as your muse, with no way out, locked himself in without a key. You weren’t particularly searching for him, as you stumbled into his life. it seemed that you’d met everyone important to you by stumbling, crashing and searching for them but having found them regardless.

You could not forget it even if you wanted to; how his sketchbook, wrapped in what you assumed was expensive and rare leather, went flying away from his hand. How he’d grumbled at first, stubbornly accepting your whispered and rushed apologies and walked along the empty path with long strides, only to realise that you were following him. You didn’t mean to, of course, it only happened to be a coincidence that this path happened to be your only solace for the past two months. It was almost always empty, save for the rare visitors with their smoking pipes, speeding and secretive teenage boys on their bicycles. Some days you would sit there to simply observe how everyone else dealt with their own large but little lives under the light of the street lamp. Other days, you would sketch out your observations, listening to the sounds of twigs snapping and heavy boots walking on the path.

But when he - you could not keep calling him that - walked the same direction as you, you couldn’t control your curiosity.

Your muse (you should call him this only in your mind) was a man of very few words. At least, he was at first. Coincidences lead the pair of you to share the same bench and sketch the same scenery - a parked bicycle in front of some stairs to a small institution. Your guess was that it was a school, and someone had forgotten their transportation near the gate. Your muse seemed to be drawing the same, and you tried not to peek into his page too much, but you wandering eyes had failed you. He hadn’t noticed, thankfully, which allowed your mind to wander farther than your eyes. You weren’t that much of a curious creature by nature, but this man’s thick, long coat, boots that covered up half his legs, a collar and hat that concealed most of his features and hair – he had to hide himself, which allowed your imagination – the one that had become your only home for your nineteen years of short life – to create stories beyond your words.

He cleared his throat. “I can feel your impertinent staring.”

Your eyes turn back to your half-completed sketch, fingers readjusting the pencil in between them. “I can feel the secrets you hide.” You would not be this rude in any other context. You knew of your shackled place in society and speaking out of line to anyone would be considered more than a heinous crime. But this situation; one where both of your identities were sealed and unknown, where the uncertainty of seeing him the next night was higher, you could.

There was a pause in his movements after your statement. his pencil stopped scratching on the smooth paper, reminding your mind that yet again, he possessed wealth or power. Or perhaps both.

He breathed out an amused laugh. “you’re observant.”

“and you’re silent.”

Another pause.

“you prefer me to talk?” he’d asked. He’s amused, again, as you looked at his side profile. He has a distinguished nose, you had noted, but none of his other facial features are visible due to his thick coat collar.

“I prefer to engage in polite conversation.” You had smiled. You had a guess to where this confidence is coming from, blaming everything on the excessive amount of sugar you had consumed before mounting your horse.

This time, he chuckles. “in what world do you think you have been polite?”

“this one.”

“very well.” He looked at you. His eyes are perfectly brown. “how have you been, o’ kind lady?”

“perfectly alright, my grace.” You say, the respect rolling off your tongue as habit. He had stiffened beside you after hearing it.

Maybe the entire reason your muse interacted with you was because of the sole fact that you were being…annoying, a loud handful that would usually be under control in the daylight, under the gaze of several too-important shadows. But it was night time, and there was no room for those shadows to exist, no room for the performance and the masks to be kept perfectly on your faces, allowing there to be a perfect view of the other’s face despite the lack of light.

Two months was all it took for you to make a friend, albeit without a name. his sometimes scratchy beard, hesitant scribbling, keen, beautiful eyes had become more familiar than your own reflection.

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Lord Ackerman had called for the best of maidens and help he could gather to host a prestigious ball, one that stood up to the Ackerman name. heeding his criticisms and temper, you guide the new help to remain perfect under sharp eyes.

In all honesty, you needed this. There were more people in the large and empty house, and the attic no longer felt as cold as they used to with the voices that tried to hush themselves. You smiled to yourself as the girls – Mina and Marlene, they had told you with a wide smile and shaking hands – asked you if what they were doing seemed right. A plate of assorted pastries and finger foods sat prettily on a plate, ready to be whisked away to Lord Ackerman for his approval. a day before the ball and the head of the house refused to not triple check every little detail, noting down every possibility and every outcome of said possibility, warning you and Mr. Berner and the others that, “if even one leaf on even one bouquet is not in place, it will be your livelihood that will be accosted. Not mine.”

“I wonder how you can even breathe in such conditions. If I were you I would’ve stuffed my head under a pillow until I stopped breathing. And this is coming from the only modiste in this dreaded town.” Hitch whispers to you, handing you the gown that Mikasa would wear next evening, holding it with utmost care so as to avoid wrinkles. You breathe out a laugh at her dramatics.

“it’s not all bad. I enjoy the hustle-bustle.”

She rolls her eyes. “you’d be the first. Leave it to you to view the glass as half-full.”

You shake your head. “it’s not that. I simply find comfort in a small crowd. More than I find comfort in a large house with isolated inhabitants.”

“you should attend more of the parties that I go to. I’ve heard-“ she whispers, leaning in closer to you. “I heard that Reiner Braun was in the last one. Didn’t see the man, though. What a shame. I’ve heard tales about his…activities.” She says. You laugh again, an unladylike noise, but you do not care. Nobody is around to witness as the two of you shamelessly gossip. It is not often you meet her, not as often as you meet your muse, at least, but you meet her occasionally, bumping into her at the towns square while she does her hectic shoppings or to accompany Mikasa to her boutique. Mikasa simply witnesses as Hitch talks, hurriedly at first, then easing into Mikasa’s quiet and reserved smiles at some of Hitch’s most odd jokes and observations.

“and? What is new with you?” she asks after you don’t further her conversation. You have too much on your mind to answer her, but you wave an idle hand in front of your face and shrug. “not much,” you tell her. Hitch is too observant, much like you, to lie to, which is your first mistake.

“oh, come on. You are my friend. I know you better than this. You’re lying to me, it’s clear.”

“it’s not…much,” you say. Your second mistake.

Her brows shoot up to her forehead as a smirk etches itself onto her face. “oh? What is it? Someone found out about your secret identity?” she asks. Hitch was one of the only two people who knew about your financial and artistic transactions between the prude upper class that accepted nothing but the best and meaningless.

Business women had to hold each other’s secrets dear to their chests.  

You shake your head. “it is nothing, really-“

“have you met someone?” she asks. you hesitate before shaking your head this time. Your third mistake.

Three strikes. She squeals, going in to wrap her arms around you, but realising she cannot due to the precious fabric in your arms.

“oh, come on, tell me! Is it man? a woman? You know I do not judge. Lord knows Ymir has been engaging with a lady – she refuses to name who, but never shuts up about her.” She rambles, not letting you get a word in. when she finally breathes in with a gasp of air, you find your entrance to clear up her misunderstanding.

“it’s not anyone special, really, you’re making it far too big of a deal. It is simply a friend.” You explain, laughing nervously at the end of your statement. she looks at you knowingly.

“he’s-“ you start, but you’re immediately cut off by hitch’s “aha! So it is a he.”

You sigh with a smile. You had forgotten how…engaging conversations with her usually went.

“I barely know his name.” you clear your throat, leaning in much like she had before, lowering your voice to a hush despite the fact that the basement was empty save for the rare dust mites, your whispers echoing throughout the hall that contained racks of wine that was to be served to the guests the next night. It smelled much like the attic, a little more musky and mossy, if anything, with hints of leftover detergent that contained saffron and a little lemongrass from earlier this morning. The garments had already been hung out to dry in the field, thankfully, allowing you these little moments of talking with your friend before being swept up in chores yet again.

“I’ve been sneaking out these past few months-“ “months? You’re secretive aren’t you?” “just a little. Any how, I’ve been sneaking out for… creative purposes. I go out to this path that leads outside Rose.” “the one that leads to Singhansina?” you nod to her question with a slight smile. She matches your expression. You continue. “yes. That one. There are a lot of tradesmen there, and they travel and take breaks into the night. They make for interesting subjects.”

“is this person of yours one of them?” she asks, leaning in even further.

You shrug, “I do not know. I bumped into him while looking for a subject to draw for that night. Honestly, I do not wish to know his name. I know him more than I know Mikasa, in some ways. But I do not know his name. he is merely a friend, Hitch, really. I do not feel much other than platonic affection towards him.” You tell her, laying your left idle hand on her shoulder convincingly.

She looked at you suspiciously. “better than Mikasa?”

You nod, smiling. “better than Mikasa.”

“and are you sure he’s being truthful with you?” she asks. her face holds an expression of concern, the glint in her eye that was present before having diminished due to her worry for you.

You pause. You hadn’t given it much of thought, how honest your muse was with you. you had simply assumed he was because you were. But you were honest with him because of your feelings of comfort under a guise.

What if he was lying about everything he was telling you? you might’ve thought you were gaining a good friend who cared for you even if it was for a couple of hours every other night, but what if he was simply toying with you precisely because of the same reason as you? under the same guise that you had used as an excused to be honest to him?

Hitch copies your stance as she places her own hand on your shoulder, warm as her thumb rubs circles into your sleeve. “I know you think of him as a friend. Maybe he does too. But if I were him, I would really have no reason to be honest.” She says. You suppose she is right. This stranger – that’s all he is, at the end of the day. A stranger that doesn’t owe you a single penny or a single thought in his mind that is not as wandering as yours.

You sigh. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“but, then again, don’t let my words be a judge of his character. I’ve never me the man. if you trust him, then I trust your judgement of him.”

The conversation with Hitch is soon washed away from your mind as you babble on to Mikasa about what Hitch had informed you, not mentioning your mention of your muse. You told her about the parties Hitch had attended, about Reiner Braun and his companion that was far taller and more shy than him, Mr Hoover, who seemed to catch the modiste’s eye as she told you, in excrutiating detail, how she tried to flirt with him and his flustered gaze. How she went home with a completely different young man instead, one that seemed to be the perfect blend of sweet and stubborn. You narrated your friends’ tales to Mikasa while combing out the tangles in her hair after her shower.

“really? Who was that man?” she asks, every bit intrigued. She might not be one to talk in front of other people, but here, with the door shut and your fingers working their magic over her scalp, she let down her guard, talking, laughing, being a girl with you.

You laugh, “something from the letter ‘M’, if I’m not wrong. She doesn’t remember herself, she told me. She’d seen him at enough gatherings to know his face and admire it. She only acted on it last week.”

“do you think she’ll see him again? What will she even say?”

You shrug, and Mikasa watched you through the reflection in her mirror as your stand behind her. “I don’t know.”

She hums. “what would you have done?” she asks, her eyes glistening as a small smirk set on her face.

You smile your own little one, “probably seek him out in the next event. Glance at him throughout the night, slowly make my way towards him and then,” you lean down towards her ear, matching her gaze through the mirror, “hey.” You say. Mikasa laughs as she squirms away, your breath tickling her neck.

You laugh as well. “that is not what you would do,” she says, rolling her eyes with a smile, still laughing.

“yes, I would! Why not?”

“because,” she says, shrugging, matching your eyes through the mirror yet again. “you’re a hopeless romantic. You would…exchange looks with him from afar, wait for him to make his move so you can be sure he likes you as well, and then you’d say hey,” she says, imitating your tone from before, laughing with a hand covering her mouth. You gasp in faux offense, laying a hand over your chest, acting hurt.

“how dare you be so accurate?”

Mikasa laughs, her smile turning soft.

“I know you too well,” she says your name affectionately.

“unfortunately, you do.”

She pauses, opening and closing her mouth. You know her just as well as she knows you to know that she wants something of you. you tilt your head as you look at her again through the mirrors shiny, smooth surface.

“what’s wrong?” you ask.

Her gloved hands fidget on her lap. You were sure if they weren’t gloved, the skin of her hands would be red and raw with how much fidgeting she does throughout the day. She shakes her head, looking down at her lap.

You knew her well enough to also know how to get her to answer.

You start with her hair again, raking your fingers through it gently. Your fingers trace light patterns on her scalp as she closes her eyes. The one thing you learnt well from your mother – how to render anyone speechless. You’d seen her, like a seasoned artist perfected in her craft, as she did the same as you were doing on your father’s and your brother’s hair, making the latter spill all his heavily kept secrets to her ears that were only ever gentle to him. 

And it does the same to Mikasa now, too, as she sucks in a breath and whispers out what was weighing her down only a few moments prior.

“come to the ball with me.” She says. Your hands stop in their tracks. She continues, sitting up straighter, her eyes still closed as if dreading your expression. You look at her with patience and understanding even if she doesn’t see it. “not as my handmaiden. As a member of higher society, as my friend. Just this once.” She says, pleads, really.

Your brows pinch together in worry, concern flowing in your head. You breathe in, preparing to ask her, but she doesn’t let you speak. She knows you well, too, she proves, by opening her eyes and turning her body towards you and away from the mirror perched on her vanity that was twice the size of your desk in the attic.

“I’ve already asked my father. He was…himself, at first, but… well, I told him I was not to attend if you were not there.” She says. You blink at her, starting to shake your head. How could you? facing all of these important people would be too much. How would you even conduct yourself? You knew how the night would go already, you knew how you’d somehow end up saying the wrong things to the wrong people, or somehow be obnoxious and loud. You’d be on thin ice the whole of the night and-

“please? I… I’ll need you. you’ve been my only friend for so many dreadful years. You’ve been my only thread of sanity. Just one night, please.” She asks.

Its rare to see her like this. The last time she had ever asked of anything from you was on her last birthday, where she had asked you to take her to town and show her your favourite places to visit. You had done so, and she had held up her part of the vow as well – to not ask for it ever again. It had been dangerous enough that you were sneaking her out but it would be even more so dangerous if anyone were to find out about it.

But you remembered how she had smiled after tasting your favourite ice-cream, how a slight blush covered her cheeks as she hummed in delight. You’d never forget that day and you knew she would never dare to either.

You sigh, a tired smile resting on your lips. “of course, mika.” You say, using her rare nickname with warmth despite the cold and harsh nerves pooling into your veins. “of course I would.”

--

It seemed like a charade, really. How everyone seemed to be in frills and feathers and the purest of silks and still keep a polite smile on their face, taking small and practiced bites of the pastries that had been made with the utmost perfection by Mr. Berner. The men with their hands folded neatly behind their backs and the women with their hands in front of their mouths, covering it as they laughed to jokes you were sure weren’t all that amusing.

You were not used to this. You had never been one of the people in the hall, used to being the outside looking in rather than the other way around. You were not used to wearing such shoes, wearing such a dress, having your hair pinned up in this manner as you shifted your weight from one foot to another, breathing in and out slowly as Mikasa is forced to make the same conversation with the fifth party of strangers tonight – a man that was far too old to be coddled by his mother as he was.

“oh, but he is such a nice boy, my Thomas. Really, if I were you, Miss, I would snatch up the opportunity to wed him instead!” the lady says, bursting out laughing afterwards. Mikasa forces a slight laugh that is more of a grimace than anything, but nobody other than you seems to notice. The young man in question seems to blush and duck his head, relaying the embarrassment his mother should have had herself for uttering such a statement.

The mother talks prudely and loudly for a few more dreadful minutes, leaving you and Mikasa alone to talk about the exchange before her mother were to find her and drag her to yet another family. Mikasa takes a sip of her drink – clear white wine, the light reflecting off of the surface of the flute beautifully. You make a note to paint it if you ever have the time and resources.

Mikasa sighs. You shoot her an apologetic look before doing the one thing you know how to do best – diverting her attention and lightening the mood briefly. “she was an… interesting character. Do you believe her to be in love with her son?”

Mikasa laughs, and much like the other young ladies, covers her smile with her hand. You continue, imitating the lady you were sure had the power to very well execute you should she hear you speak of her in such a manner, but all you care about in the moment is to make Mikasa smile, to keep her smiling.

Despite your cut off from education at a young age, you were wise. As your muse had said on that first night, you were observant. You were keen enough to see – while sweeping the hall time and again with your eyes – Lord Ackerman and his distant cousin glancing at you and your best friend, making sure she was in good spirits. Lord Ackerman, somehow and maybe a little too late, had recognized your value tonight. To keep his daughter happy above all else. But where you were keeping mikasa’s spirits high due to reasons completely selfless and concerned, he did it with his own satisfaction in mind. To keep Mikasa well enough so she wouldn’t run out of patience to engage in civil conversation before the night ended, to keep the importance of his name intact.

“it was bordering on incestual relations. I sure do hope she doesn’t have a daughter.” You say. You’re well aware of the fact that you’re gossiping now, but it puts a smile on Mikasa’s painted face.

“who’s caught your eye from here?” she asks, entertaining the thought of you being far more important than you are. You hum, giving into her thoughts, glancing around.

Some faces are unrecognizable. Men with well combed hair and beardless faces, all gracing the same charming smiles. The women were always gorgeous; you admired them every event that you had to host in this house, admired how they kept themselves orderly and how pretty their smiles were. If you were in a sour mood, you’d indulge yourself in a little unfair jealousy, knowing that it wasn’t their fault that they were graced with good looks and wealth and maybe a prosperous life as well.

You keep looking. Pearly white teeth, black hair. A man wears monocles, another has a full mustache over his top lip and clean shaven on his jaws and cheeks. A young boy covering his mouth with a fist as he laughed with a young woman, another one with pure blonde hair, and then-

Ah.

His beard was shaven. You notice that first, then everything else. He’s dawning a dark red suit with accessories to compliment it, no longer wearing that thick black coat he usually wear with the collar that reaches the high part of his cheekbones. His lips are pressed into a thin line and you know him well enough – or, you assume you know him well enough – to know that he is unhappy here. You notice his brows next, thin, pinched. His jaw is clenched.

And his eyes. Hazel under the well-lit ceremony, and it’s a stark contrast to when you see him in far dimmer lighting, but just as beautiful. It would be more artistic to point out the most specific shades of his eyes, of its amber hues and its mossier specks, but it would be friendlier to point out that they were his. They were your muse’s eyes, no doubt about it, and his hair – it was ashy blonde and not dark brown as you had presumed – was slicked back with only a few strands grazing his forehead.

An artist would point out that he was beautiful. His form, his power, stride. A friend, as you were, would point out that he was himself. His shoulders were no longer relaxed. his hand twitched from his sides irritably.

His nod as he greeted the host was short and curt and allowed no input.

Just as Lord Ackerman liked.

You breathed in, looking back at Mikasa and her face, her beautiful, shining face with worlds in her eyes and worthiness in her smile, and you cleared your throat, shaking your head, taking a sip – the last one – from your flute of champagne that was far too expensive for your taste, gulping down the feeling of estrangement from this crowd, from this world. You smiled at her.

“no one. I’d much prefer an artist, or a poet, or someone who writes.”

She shakes her head with a smile. “hopeless romantic,”

She knew you well. But not well enough.

“Mikasa, there you are. Come along, we have someone we need you to greet.” Mikasa’s mother says, pulling on the former’s elbow. Mikasa merely glances at her mother, looking at you for reassurance. You hook your arm with her free one, ignoring the glance Lady Ackerman throws your way, smiling at Mikasa as her mother leads the two of you through the crowd. You glance at your feet to avoid stepping on the other’s and your own.

You realise, too late, that your feet are pointing towards a pair of shiny black boots, buckled tightly. You look up to meet your eyes with him.

He’s already looking at you. you breathe. In and then out, inhale after exhale.

He does the same, and a friend as you assumed you were, would point out that he was as overcome as you were. His eyes squinted and his eyebrows lifted only slightly as if he were trained to be kept under a guise.

So were you.

“this is Viscount Kirstein. He only recently stepped foot in Rose.” Lord Ackerman says. Mikasa, as practiced, bows to him, making your muse – Kirstein – blink back at her, nodding with a gulp and another clench of his jaw.

“yes, only recently. About two months I’d say? Right, Jean?” you hadn’t noticed him, but his companion said from the right of him, of Jean.

With dark brown hair parted in the middle and freckles dotted all over his slightly tanned face, he looked quiet charming. Your muse – Jean. Jean Kirstein, a Viscount – nodded to his question, clearing his throat and saying, “yes. Two months.”

His voice would be the same if there weren’t an edge to it, and people would have noticed if they were close to him. You did.

“and this is my daughter, Mikasa.” Lord Ackerman speaks, but it seems far away from you as Levi Ackerman clears his throat from you left, capturing your attention.  

His head nods towards his general left, pointing slightly, deliberately and subtley for you to leave. Jean catches all of it, and maybe it the part of being an artist to observe and take note of, but you pretend not to notice it as you make your way towards the glass doors, excusing yourself from the crowds, opening the doors to reveal sweet, soft night air.

You breathe. In and then out, inhale after exhale.

You were right. You did not belong here, and your estrangement in this society seemed to echo tenfold after seeing him again, under light but somehow more masked than he was the first night you’d met.

But then again, so were you, dressed in garments that were never yours, with a face painted with pigments you’d much prefer to transfer onto a canvas.

You did not belong here. but where would you belong? Where would your mask find its home? When would your discomfort leave?

It happens to fast. You’re fifteen, running away from the only house you’ve ever known despite it never being kind to you.

And then, suddenly, somehow, you’re nineteen, hiding away in the garden of yet another house that you would not be welcomed in after time passes.

You are nineteen and lonely, and maybe that will always be your story. Maybe you were foolish to think that you would be able to change it.

You are nineteen. Foolish and lonely and without a home.

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