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Concurrence I

{ Concurrence I: A Declared Traitor • Levi x Reader }

CW: ⊹₊ MDNI ⊹₊ Pregnancy ⊹₊ Somewhat Explicit Smut Details ⊹₊ Levi Cares Despite The Circumstance ⊹₊

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Note: Concurrence II is now up ♡

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Synopsis:

(Y/n) was a soldier under Levi's squad, she was a very skillful and effienciently trained scout until one day her cover was blown and the whole squad found out that she was in fact a Marleyan, and she was a warrior sent as an agent to infiltrate the survey corps. When Levi and the others found out she was to be executed until Queen Historia decided that the best punishment for her was to in fact stay at the survey corps since she was one of the most liable scouts, but one thing she did not expect was that she was ordered to carry the child of Humanity's strongest in order to keep the Ackerman Bloodline alive.

PART I

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The gentle breeze of the air touched your skin, it was cold.

Ever since the cat was out of the bag it became almost impossible to gain the reputation in the survey corps you once had.

You gently looked down at your belly, it was still not showing.

You then remembered the words of the queen that changed your life.

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"(y/n) how can you do this...? " Historia asked her, her gaze flickered with doubt and cold acceptance of the situation.

"Forgive me Historia, please know that I never intended to be a traitor to the survey corps... even if I'm not an Eldian by blood, my loyalty belongs to everyone here, in the walls, to Captain Levi and the survey corps."

(y/n) told Historia while kneeling, facing the consequences of her actions as a declared traitor.

"I know you (y/n), We have been under Levi's squad and I can tell that it wasn't all an act and show... that your loyalty was indeed with us... despite you being sent here by Marley to infiltrate the corps."

Historia said knowingly, she did believe that

(y/n) never intended any of that to happen and she had grown to fight for Paradis.

"I will accept any punishment that will be dished out on me, whatever it is... I know the terms of the regiment and I will face the consequence of my actions wholeheartedly."

(y/n) said, looking at Historia, her gaze showing acceptance of what is to come towards her actions.

"You know that I won't punish you with death or anything of that sort (y/n), I know that you are needed in the squad and I know that you are a good person,"

Historia said, her orbs carried kindness, just like how she was when she was still reffered to as her former alias Krista.

"Although you are still a declared traitor and... there is this other thing..." Historia continued,

"The Ackerman Bloodline, it must live on." Historia stated, her gaze changing with a hint of austere.

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pitter-patter

The sound of raindrops making contact with your skin and the floor brings you back, pulling you away from your thoughts.

You looked at your uniform as it started to soak from the droplets of water meeting your now fragile body.

You were still out of it, after hearing the words fall from Commander Hange's mouth an hour ago.

"Looks like you're pregnant (y/n), Congratulations." Hange said, her voice laced with warmth and anticipation.

Although it was delivered with a cheery and accepting tone by the Commander, it was not something that you wanted to hear, especially given the case that this was the punishment dished out to you by Historia herself and the fact that the biological father also despises you due to your faults of being a declared traitor under his squad.

You continued to stand at the field despite the continued droplets of water becoming heavier.

You were lost in your thoughts, the overwhelming feeling of the potential present and future,

It was all too much.

You were once again pulled away from your spiraling thoughts when someone pulled your arm, it wasn't the most gentle gesture but it also wasn't the harshtest.

"Snap out of it (y/n)." Levi firmly reminded while leading you to the barracks, to your shared quarters,

Levi didn't say anything afterwards, the walk towards your shared quarters was very quiet.

When you both reached the door, he opens it and drags you in despite your uniform dripping from the cold rain you openly welcomed while standing at the field spacing out earlier.

Levi closed the door, he then approaches you. The same distant, cold and hardened gray orbs was met by your gaze, despite the news he still maintained the same demanor, unfazed.

Turns out that Hange had a discussion with Levi telling him the news while you were at the field drenching yourself in the rain while your thoughts and feelings were all over the place.

"Tch, are you really that fucking careless (y/n)?" Levi asked her, his gaze piercing her.

"Sorry, I was just out of it, Captain." (y/n) replied, trying to keep her emotions in check, it was honestly an indescribable feeling.

"Change your clothes, you shouldn't get sick." Levi told her, though his tone of voice was void of concern and was laced with a hint of annoyance, he did care for her, and their now existing baby inside of her.

"Do you know...?" (y/n) asked, looking at Levi.

"Do you think I'm dumb? Besides, four eyes already discussed it to me." Levi responded, his tone still hinted subtle annoyance.

Levi approaches their wooden closet, he then grabs (y/n)'s white colored silk nightgown which was neatly folded and hands it to her.

"Take a bath and change, we wouldn't want you and that growing baby inside you to get sick." Levi told (y/n) his voice in monotone, his gaze still the same, with that unbothered and unfazed look to it.

(y/n) took the neatly folded silk nightgown, muttering a "Thank you." to her Captain.

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You knew that your relationship with the Captain wasn't the best ever since your identity of being "A Marleyan warrior sent to the survey corps to infiltrate them to get intel" was disclosed.

When everyone found out in your squad, they're jaws were all hanging open and they can't seem to grasp that you were a traitor,

The betrayal was far too foreseen.

You were a very skilled scout and edition to Levi's squad, especially when it came to your mission to protect Eren.

Your relationship with Levi was not bad too, although it was only civil, he did see potential in you, hell you even sometimes have tea with him at his office after helping him clean.

Which adds to the more disappointment and hatred that Levi has for you.

Although he still somewhat acts civil with you, you know deep down that he hates you, and the idea of concieving a child with you was indeed a burden for him.

"I mean, who would want a child from a traitor anyways?"

That phrase or question, the usual you hear from a few scouts who had heard about your rumored punishment.

After taking a warm bath, you wore the white silk nightgown as you proceeded to leave the bathroom.

You and Levi had been sharing quarters ever since you were exposed at the regiment about you true identity, It was an order that you are to be watched by Levi as he can end you with a swift if you are still proven guilty for the past accusations against you.

You went to your side of the bed, there is only one bedroom but it has two beds with a small space in between which was occupied by a small nightstand.

A few minutes prior, the Captain also entered the room, approaching your bed as you sat down at the soft neatly covered cushion.

"Don't be careless again brat." Levi stated, his tone hardly annoyed but still maintaining its usual monotone.

"Yes Captain," you simply responded avoiding his gaze, unsure how to face your captain,

Unsure how to face the father of your developing child.

"I'm sure that you were thought as a cadet to look at your superiors when taking with them."

Levi reminded you of your current behavior with his stern tone of speaking as you continued to avoid any eye contact with him.

You tried your best to look at him, meeting his piercing gray orbs.

"My apologies Captain, that was wrong and disrespectful of me." You stated, trying your best to maintain eye contact with him.

"Don't forget your ground (y/n), even if you're pregnant with my child, that doesn't change anything." Levi said, the coldness of his voice still lingering.

You nod at Levi, while maintaining eye contact with him.

"Yes Captain, I understand." You replied trying to keep your voice monotone despite the overwhelming feelings you were feeling.

You were seeking for comfort,

Namely Levi's comfort,

The comfort of your baby's father.

The news still struck you with many emotions of uncertainty, and it all wasn't easy.

Your mind then went back to the day that you and the Captain were both trying to conceive, it wasn't the most romantic gesture like others described it to be, reaching cloud nine, but then again you still reached that high, despite knowing better than anyone that given your circumstance, affection was doomed to be devoid between the two of you.

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The room was lit dim with candle lights, The smell of Chamomile lingering the room's gentle atmosphere. A few moans and groans were heard from the room.

"Ca- Captain..." you moaned out, as you arched your back feeling Levi's lips making contact with your already wet core.

"I shouldn't be enjoying this... this is suppose to be a punishment, damn you (y/n)". Levi said as he continued to burry his lips and tongue towards your moist and slippery entrance.

"I... I'm close... Captain Lev-" Levi cuts you off, as he continued to burry his tongue deeper reaching for your sweet spot that makes you see stars, as tears started to blur your sight from the overwhelming pleasure running its course throughout your body.

"Give it to me, let go." Levi said with his usual monotone and cold voice, but despite the cold gaze he always conveys, you also saw hunger and anticipation in his orbs as he looked at you while you lose yourself into the pleasure with the work of his tongue.

Your back arches as you let go a muffled moan echoing throughout your shared quarters as you grabbed Levi's raven black hair.

"Good girl, now let me fill you up until you carry my child, you Marleyan brat." Levi stated as he started to align his tip in your sensitive yet still soaking core.

As Levi pushed his length inside of you all you can do is remember the punishment dished out for you, for being a Marleyan traitor who infiltrated the scouts.

"You are ordered to carry the offspring of Captain Levi as your punishment."

"Is.. is this really all for the punishment...?" you asked while feeling Levi's tip between your seizing needy walls.

"Do you actually think I'll make love to someone like you?" Levi asked with a hint of subtle sarcasm in his voice as he fully inserted his hard length inside of you.

"So... this is all nothing to you...?" you asked, although you know the answer all too well, at the back of your mind you were hoping for a different answer, as you felt each thrust Levi was giving you, it started out slow as he lets you adjust to his size.

"Nothing, just like how you mean nothing to me." Levi answered coldly with no hint of guilt, not even a flash of regret is visible in his eyes, as he continued to thrust deeper, his pace getting faster as he penetrated your walls.

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"Nothing, just like how you mean nothing to me."

Levi's words were honestly stuck in your mind, playing like a broken cassette record.

You then decided to lay down on your bed while Levi was sitting on his chair near a small round table drinking his tea peacefully despite his unknown thoughts screaming loudly at him.

"(y/n), I know our situation is not ideal for the both of us." Levi stated while looking at his cup of tea.

"I am aware, Captain Levi." you simply stated, still feeling the needy desire to be wrapped around his arms while being comforted by his warmth.

Levi sighs, he knows what you need, even though he wants to provide it, he feels as if something is holding him back from giving you the comfort you very much seek for.

"You're a traitor." Levi stated while looking at your direction, you then decided to sit up making eye contact with him, both of your gaze meeting.

"No matter how much I explain myself, I do know I have that reputation in your eyes, and the whole regiment." answer him softly, at this rate you have come to the conclusion that nothing will change, it was impossible to change your image nor your fate after everything.

Levi stands up, leaving his cup of tea at the round table beside him.

He then makes his way towards you.

"(y/n) a scout never gives up, if you really want to return your proper reputation then prove yourself, the regiment is no place for pathetic and soft-hearted beings like you." Levi stated firmly while still maintaining eye contact with you.

"Captain... no matter what I do, I will always be viewed as a traitor, I'm a lost cost." at this point you were honestly at the verge of tears.

"Damn this pregnancy hormones," you continued to state, while wiping the tears forming in your eyes.

Levi then kneeled his right knee while you were sitting at your bed, making you both leveled.

"Listen to your Captain, I may not be fond of you but you are currently carrying my child, I do not wish for my child to have a mother who is a pathetic crybaby so stop crying."

Although Levi's voice was still the same with its usual stern and cold hint to it, his orbs were softer, making you come to the conclusion that he is at the very least trying to comfort you.

Your tears started to pour,

"Damn it brat, didn't I tell you not to cry?" Levi asked with the same tone of voice but then again, his gaze melting softer as he stood up, closing the distance between you both, he then pulled you into the warmth of his body, his arms holding you, while gently stroking your hair.

"Stop crying, I don't want your tears soaking my uniform." Levi reminded, still holding you gently betraying the coldness of his own tone of voice.

"Yes Captain... I understand." you softly replied while sobbing, as tears continued to pour from your eyes, soaking his scout uniform, although everything was a mess and out of place due to the overwhelming occurring events, you felt safe with the presence of your Captain's warmth meeting yours.

Maybe, he does care.

I hope you all like the first part of Concurrence,

Will start and write a few drafts for part II,

- Cinna ♡ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

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[catskze]

Levi Fluff/Wholesome Headcanons.

So, I made these headcanons as a "1 like for one headcanon" thing on another social media so. . . it got a lot of likes- but also turned it into me making a lot of headcanons.

Part 2 containing the NSFW ones here.

Enjoy !!

Levi doesn't think he's good at cooking, yet whenever he cooks for you, his food is surprisingly good.

Levi doesn't like public displays of affection but in private he's very touchy and clingy BUT, even in public, he would still try to reach you without the rest of the people to notice, for example, by stroking your thighs or holding your hand under the table.

Levi absolutely loves receiving a "cat treatment". Sleeping in your lap while getting his hair and face stroked.

Whenever you want to talk something serious with him, he feels the need to be touching you to understand you better. So takes your hand, your waist, strokes any other body part or he just keeps you close.

Levi is bad at showing affection through words. Whenever he tries, he blushes and stutters which ends up frustrating him.

Levi often visits Queen's Historia farm orphanage. Besides helping in the early steps of her project, he also has a soft spot for the underground kids. He wasn't precisely nice with them at the beginning, but the kids admired him a lot. After all, he became somewhat a legend from the underground, so then Levi kept trying to make them happy by playing or telling them short stories.

Levi's very observant, that's why he's also very attentive. He would notice if you didn't get enough rest, skipped a meal, or didn't drink enough water, however, he would remind and help you out with all that.

Levi on the early steps of the relationship would complain about your cleaning habits (no matter how good they are) but with time he'll keep himself quiet about it and help you out instead.

Levi would teach you to make the perfect tea to then ask for you to do it instead. Not to boss you around, it’s because he ended up liking it better the way you do it.

Whenever Levi looks at the stars, he remembers Furlan and Isabel, but as the years went by, he also thinks about all his lost comrades, naming every star by their names.

Headpats! He loves giving headpats as a form of affection (that's actually canon). He gives them because Kenny did the same with him whenever he congratulated him (probably after murdering someone but let's pretend it's fluffy and wholesome)

In a modern AU Levi would keep using the "old kind of romance", like, instead of making you a playlist or send you texts, he would make you a mixtape or write you love letters. (And avoid using too much technology, probably he owns a flip phone)

With a taller partner, Levi wouldn't ask for them to reach out things for him, he would just stare at them until they notice.

With a same height/shorter partner he would take the initiative and carry them in his shoulders for them to reach out the stuff.

If you are the one who's having a nightmare he would wrap his arms around your waist, holding you close, big spooning and stroke you until you can calm down. Even if you're feeling better, he'll stay that way.

Levi loves forehead kisses because they remind him of his mom. Bonus points if you also slowly sing him to sleep.

Levi likes to talk in a low volume, so if you didn't hear him, he rather gets close and whisper in your ear instead of yelling.

Levi doesn't consider himself attractive because of his shortness but he's aware of people thinking he is, which also makes him uncomfortable.

Levi doesn't really like to try new things so he always hesitates but if you get to convince him he might change his mind.

Levi gets easily overwhelmed, so if you're patient with him he will give you everything in return when he feels ready and comfortable.

Levi has a teacup for each of his closest people that matches their personalities, that way he makes sure no one touches his. If someone dies, he carefully puts them on a shelf on display.

Despite Levi being street smart, there are a lot of things about life on the surface he doesn't know yet, so whenever you teach him something, he gets so excited about it.

Levi usually avoids looking people in the eyes, it makes him nervous, but he would get lost in yours.

Levi on his free time would go to the stables and spend time with the horses. He just likes animals in general.

Levi loves praise and affirmation words. Being raised by Kenny made him to have low self-esteem and the feeling of "never being enough" so yes, keep giving him compliments.

Whenever you drink tea and hold the cup from the handle, Levi looks at it concerned in case it breaks.

Levi enjoys that both of you have independence from each other, but he still enjoys at its fullest every second that you're together.

Levi is selfless, he will always put you first.

When no one is near, Levi would sing while he's cleaning, doing laundry or any house chore.

Levi's trust is fragile. If you betray him, it would be hard for him to forgive you. Don't do it, always be honest with him.

During expeditions Levi would keep around apples or carrots as treats for his horse.

Levi would follow his instincts and buy you a certain kind of flowers because he just thought you'd like them, but after knowing their meaning, it was also an accurate choice.

Levi likes the smell of the flowers, but he cutely sneezes every time he gets close to them.

Levi likes when you tell him about your feelings, but he would absolutely love if you used body language instead. Cuddling close feeling each other while enjoying the silence would be enough for him to feel loved.

If you ask Levi to do something for you, he probably will, but he feels more comfortable and enjoys it better when he is the one that takes the initiative. In other words, don't be too pushy.

Levi seems to be quiet but that's because he either gets interrupted or he doesn't talk about things he likes, but once he's comfortable and talks about his fixations he can't shut up.

Levi prefers to enjoy the present rather than planning the future, because for him is uncertain.

We know that Levi doesn't like public displays of affection BUT even on public he would still try to reach you without the rest to notice, like, by stroking your thighs or holding your hand under the table.

Levi is good at memorizing faces, so he would go to an artist and describe detail by detail the features of his death comrades to keep their memories for longer.

Levi likes to sleep on your chest because it's comfortable but mostly because that way he can listen to your heartbeats, which he loves because they remind him that you're alive and there for him.

If Levi ever gets some peace, stability and decides to start a family, he would be a girl dad. Adopted or biological, he would love his daughter above all things. He would also be very apprehensive and protective towards her.

Levi thinks pet names are stupid, but still, he can't help to call you "dear", "darling", "love”, “sweetheart" or any classic pet name in private. Still. . . they could also slip out from his mouth in public, making him feel very embarrassed afterwards.

Levi is often seen as "cold and distant”, and he knows that, which also makes him feel sad because he doesn't purposely act that way. Deep inside of him he wishes he was more approachable and nicer.

Levi dislikes cats, mostly because he thinks they're going to leave their loose hair everywhere, BUT once he gets one, he quickly changes his mind at noticing their natural cleaning habits and he gets used to clean the cat's hairs. He enjoys how independent but also loving they are.

Levi likes when you do paperwork together. If he's faster at it, he would sneak a few papers out of your pile, so you have less work and finish sooner.

Whenever you say something dumb, Levi smiles a little and flicks your forehead. . . "Dumbass."

Levi would help you to get on and off the horses or carriages by taking your hand, open the door for you, move your chair for you to sit down or bring you food and medicine while being sick.

Levi suffers insomnia, so he will always be the first one to wake up. He won't disturb your sleep so he'll just stay there admiring your features, occasionally stroking your hair out of your face or, if you’re facing on the opposite direction, he would big spoon you.

Levi is VERY observant so he will notice when you see something you like without saying anything and buy it for you later.

Levi values loyalty and mutual trust, therefore, he would never cheat.

By being raised in the underground, Levi's way of talk is rough, so he often comes across as mean or too straightforward, but he would apologize to you because he doesn't mean to sound that way.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi #shingeki no kyojin #captain levi #snk #aot #levi hc #levi hcs #levi headcanons

[moo-blogging]

Late night thought #128:

The war had ended and you went back to the island, hurt and bruised. You were welcomed home as heroes as you and your comrades managed to convinced Eren to stop the rumbling and come home. The world wouldn't attack Paradise Island for another 50years now.

However, you no longer wanted to be in the military. You wanted to retire and settle down, maybe starting a family. Mikasa and Eren left too, hiding somewhere deep in the woods. Armin became a consultant to the military while Jean became the commander.

Before the reward ceremony, you joked with Queen Historia, who was heavily pregnant, that if you ever had a baby boy, he shall marry her daughter.

Two months later, you handed you resignation, and went to Queen Historia to say your goodbyes. You wanted to travel around the island, helping people restore their homes and finding your forever home too.

After you seen Queen Historia, you went to see your longest comrade, Levi. Levi was crippled, he could no longer walk, but he had recovered a lot. He hopped around the military camp with a walking stick. You came to say your goodbye and to ask him for a favour.

"Hey, Levi," you sat side by side on the deserted running fields where you used to spend your mornings training. "Remember how I said I wanted to settle down and start a family?"

Levi swallowed and nodded, "yea." He remembered the day before you had to leave for the Shiganshina District to seal the walls. You confessed your feelings to him, asking him if you both had a chance to be together. He turned you down, saying that you pledged your life to humanity, you dedicated your heart to the missions. You nodded and you never spoke about this again.

"Queen Historia told me today that she has a more suitable reward for me other than the pendant she gave the other day, a government-issue husband hahaha," you chuckled. You thought about the day Levi turned you down too. You thought you could ask him again if you survived, but Erwin died and you could never bring it up to him again. Even though Queen Historia had set up a blind date for you and you knew you had better chance with that stranger than Levi, you still liked him. Levi was a mystery you couldn't solve. You would like to have him in your life for the remaining days you had, but you need someone who wanted you with all his heart.

"Oh yea?" Levi's face was twisted with emotions you couldn't read.

"Yes, she said he is a good man. He might have a temper and a foul mouth, but he is kind. He has a house at the edge of the town. He's a tough guy, but sweet inside. She even said he had been watching me for some time now. He wants me."

"He sounds like the perfect husband."

"Yea, would you like to join me for wedding dress shopping some day? If I ever going to marry my government-issue husband."

"I can't," Levi blurted. You turned to look at him. He was hiding his grin with a smirk, "it's bad luck for the groom to see his bride in a wedding dress before the wedding."

:)

#it was supposed to be a short thought #but yea it turned into a midnight thought #so here it is #enjoy :) #levi ackerman #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #midnight thoughts #levi heichou #levi x y/n #levi x you #aot x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi drabbles #levi imagine

[linderosse]

Hi there! Id like to ask a question.

I like your idea that the kingdoms Legend went off to adventure to (Holodrum, Labrynna, Hytopia and Lorule) are all in the same place or era rather haha, like they all coexist. Its rather genius!

But that makes me curious, do you have an idea where the kingdoms are located? I know Lorule is a whole other place entirely, but what about the others? Which kingdom is from the north? South? Etc. I'm just curious how far or near each kingdom is, and where Hyrule is between all of them. (Also am I missing other kingdoms?)

Thank you!!!

Yep— the five kingdoms currently entering an alliance in Legend and Fable’s era are Hyrule, Labrynna, Holodrum, Lorule, and Hytopia.

Technically, Legend (and sometimes Fable) have seen even more: Subrosia is a separate kingdom beneath Holodrum, past Labrynnans can visit the present with the Harp of Ages and have canonically traveled to other countries, and Koholint… was as real as a dream can be 🥲. And that’s not counting independently governed countries that are part of the larger conglomerates, like Hyrule’s river Zoras ruled by Queen Oren, or the Tokay island beside Labrynna.

So, background— as you may know, there are four types of non-Hyrule worlds in the Zelda franchise.

Independent government, but owes allegiance to Hyrule (Ex: Every Zora’s Domain and Gerudo Town in the series)

Actual, independent other country (Ex: Spirit!New Hyrule, Hyrule!Calatia (Calatia is not canon to the games, but is a popular fan-canon based on Link’s homeland in the Valiant Comics adaptation))

Parallel world (Ex: Time!Termina)

Dream world (Ex: Wind!Ocean King’s Realm)

The question is: which of these are each of the kingdoms Legend has visited, and if they’re physical, where are they located with relation to Hyrule?

Koholint is a dream world, and is therefore not in this alliance. However, I love Link’s Awakening too much to ignore it entirely in the Wisdomverse. What happened to Koholint will be addressed in The Secrets We Keep :).

As you said, Lorule’s different. No need to place it geographically; it’s a parallel world to Hyrule.

Hytopia seems to be confirmed North of Hyrule according to the (admittedly non-canon) Hyrule Encyclopedia. Apparently it’s also confirmed in ALBW? I don’t remember that, but it’s been a while since I’ve played ALBW so I believe it. According to the Encyclopedia, the Hytopians wear frilly clothing to brave the cold northern climates. That’s hilarious and I love it. I’m going with north for this one.

Hyrule is where Hyrule is :)

Finally, Holodrum and Labrynna are claimed by the Encyclopedia to be parallel worlds, but I disagree with this. The Encyclopedia is non-canon, and iirc also says Termina stopped existing after Time left, which I refuse to believe as well. Sure, it looks like Legend gets teleported to Holodrum/Labrynna by the Triforce in the beginning, but later, Impa, Fable, and a bunch of Hylian knights make it over there just fine and I doubt they did so using anything other than normal physical means. In the Hyrule Historia timeline (which I pretty much mostly follow), the Oracle games happen before Link’s Awakening, which means Legend sails home from Holodrum/Labrynna. But Legend is also pictured riding somewhere on a horse at the beginning. Therefore, we can deduce that perhaps one of the two countries borders Hyrule on land, and the other is a separate continent— or both are connected by land, but you could take a boat back to Hyrule if you wanted. My money’s on Labrynna being off to the West so far— the eastern Labrynnan forest border connects to Hyrule’s woods, and this leaves the southeast ocean of Labrynna open for Legend to sail back to Hyrule to, through the Sea of Storms where the storm at the beginning of Link’s Awakening seems like it could work (Legend has already shipwrecked there once before, but he’s totally the kind of guy to want to brave those waters again either as a test of strength, challenge, or punishment.) Jury’s still out on Holodrum!

I’m actually playing Oracle of Seasons for the first time right now (on Wednesdays and Fridays! 😇) and just finished Oracle of Ages last week— so I may update my views on Holodrum as I unlock more of the game’s map!

Tl;dr: Fable’s got a whole intricate mess of a chronospatial geopolitical situation to deal with here. Mad respect to our diplomat Zelda <3

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[jjkeremika]

ha(u)nted soldier

description: eren meets you while abroad for war and tells armin about you; written like letters between eren and armin

eren jaeger x fem!reader (also friendship eren x armin)

Dear Armin,

Went into *redacted* to replenish supplies. It's a nice city. I wish I could show it to you. But don't go enlisting and joining me; I need people to come home to.

I met someone today. I went to the local library to find the right words to describe her to you. Ethereal and enrapturing come close, but they're not right. She has this lightness about her. Different. Nice.

Write soon,

E. Jaeger.

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Dear Eren,

Nicer than the last place you told me about? Still no green skies? Annie and I took Erwin Jr. to the new aquarium. They managed to bring in all kinds of marine life from all over the world. When you come home I'll take you!

Ethereal, huh? It would make sense. You'd need an angel to balance you.

I write more frequently than you do,

Sir Armin A-L.

P.S. I wasn't going to enlist anyway.

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Dear Armin,

Stop signing off with 'Sir' like a dick. We get it -- Queen Historia knighted you for a railway system. It's not like you gave your life or anything. I would say I'd hope Junior takes after Annie more, but she's a dick too. He sees Mikasa too right?

I asked her to dinner tonight, apparently she's engaged. Convinced her to walk along the beach with me instead. She captured the sunlight so nicely. They write poems about that right? Can you give me one?

I'm at war dickhead,

E. Jaeger.

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Dear Eren,

I don't believe you need to give your life to contribute to society. Where you got that notion is beyond me. And he's a great kid. I hope you get to meet him one day.

Poems are supposed to come from the heart. But if she's engaged then...

I know. I worry for you every day,

SIR Armin A-L.

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Dear SIR Armin Dickhead,

She visited the docks again to see me. I wanted to tell her everything, Armin, but I couldn't say anything. I wanted to tell her I've seen the beauties and riches of this world but I've never been interested until her. I wanted to tell her life is unrelenting and unrewarding, but seeing her was inspirational. I wanted to tell her that I used to stay up thinking of the endless horrors of war and now I'm thankful for it to have brought us together.

It was a silent walk. I almost kissed her. But I could hear your voice in my head telling me not to. At least I think it was your voice.

I'm scared I'm forgetting what you all sound like,

E. Jaeger.

P.S. Don't tell Mikasa I said that. I don't think she could handle knowing that I can't remember your voices.

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Dear Eren,

You don't give her enough credit, but I won't say anything. I'm not sure how you expect anyone to handle that.

Nice poem. Have you told her?

It's a stamp,

Sir Armin A-L.

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Dear Armin,

I've been spending my free nights at her residence recently. Can't say I've been sleeping. The way she moves is--get this--captivating (found another word for you). Touching her and feeling her is electrifying. Is that how it felt with Annie?

I think you two would get along. She has such interesting things to say, I can't always keep up. And she has all these hobbies and books I've never heard of. We're reading a few pages of this one Adventure book. I've been tracing the images while she sleeps to show you eventually. It's a long process. She's very convincing about returning to bed.

Get a new stamp,

E. Jaeger.

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[angelinpiink]

movie star

❥ paring: meangirl! historia x fem!reader

❥ summary:  historia decides to teach the reader a lesson after she decided to stand up against historia’s bullying for the first time, leaving her humiliated in front of her minions. Reader will too be put in a humiliating predicament and to her surprise discover it to be something she finds to be quite joyful. ❥ author's note: this is the longest one shot i've ever written, I hope that the time spent on this was not in vain and that you all receive it positively! If this particular trope interests you keep your eyes peeled for the second fanfic relating to it i am currently working on. 

❥ warnings: this oneshot contains mature content such as bullying, thigh riding, humiliation, and degradation.

the halls  of sina academy were bustling with students and unreasonably lively given the hour. It was five minutes past seven. Yet, the students moved through the hallways with speed. The volume of their voices was so great it could be heard by those on the opposite ends. You were among the crowd. Unlike your peers, you were silent and hunched over with the intention of blending in. It was never a good thing to stand out in such a place. It would only serve to make  you a target for the cliques of students who took their social lives far too seriously.

 You had already caught the attention of Historia, the school's “Queen Bee”, who tormented you on the daily.  The very last thing you needed was to become someone else’s victim.  Historia was already far  more than you could possibly handle.  Each day she found a new way to suck the enjoyment out of attending school. She made cruel remarks about your appearance, spread rumors behind your back and encouraged other students to engage in physical attacks against you. Her position as head cheerleader and  daughter of wealthy businessmen who made frequent donations to the school offered her protection from the consequences of it all. 

You found yourself hoping that she wouldn't show up today–that she would decide her time was better spent on a shopping spree instead of class. It wasn't as though she truly had any real reason to show up. Her father could easily  bribe a professor into giving her a passing grade in the event that she flunked. There was a moment where time seemed to slow once you caught sight of Historia’s blindingly golden hair. It  flowed behind her as she passed. Speak of the devil, her blue eyes met your own  for a mere second. The rosy glossed lips of hers curled into a smile.

 “Y/n.” She called, her tone laced an overwhelming amount of phony kindness. You found it sickening. 

A rhythmic clicking sound could be heard while she made her way towards you. You watched with your gaze to the ground as the heels she wore  inched closer and closer. The blonde soon stood in front of you. 

It was obvious as day that she was studying you— judging you, searching for something to tear you apart over. She remained silent. The students in the halls began making their way to their respective classrooms.

By that point there was only a handful and a half of witnesses to whatever torture she intended to inflict. Majority of course, were either in complete alliance with her or feared her influence far too much to express their disagreement of her actions. 

“I see that you actually took the time to look a little less hideous today.” She let out a sigh, her eyes scanned over your figure. “if only you’d taken some time to acquire a fashion sense.” 

Historia gave a pout of faux pity, her arms crossing over one another.  It was  difficult for you to remain silent as her friends burst into laughter. You wished nothing more than to tell them about themselves for supporting someone as cruel as her. Instead you took a deep breath. This was your everyday life thanks to her,  tomorrow there would be something far worse. You couldn't comprehend why she was so mean to you. Never had you given her a reason to dislike you. 

“Still, the outfit is cute..if you're auditioning for a circus.” The blonde began circling you like a vulture. It was then that you caught a whiff of her vanilla perfume. The smell  was pleasant and left your mouth salivated.  Thoughts of baked goods filled your head.  How can someone so evil smell so sweet? 

“Oh. what's this?” She questioned, her eyes now glued to your skirt. 

The skirt you wore was slightly darker in the back. The fabric was made of was ombre. This of course would have been obvious to anyone who cared enough to take a closer look. 

“It looks like she’s pissed herself!” Historia pointed, her nose turned up in disgust. As if  you were some exhibit in a freak museum. 

 “It really does!” Shouted another student.  Your face was drained of all its color when  the crowd began laughing along. To call a moment such as this humiliating would be an absolute understatement. There was no way you’d even show your face in school after that. 

Insults continued to be  thrown around and your embarrassment morphed to anger. If it had been any other day you would have just allowed them to take the little dignity you still possessed. But, you couldn't stand by while they made a mockery of your skirt. The very skirt  that your grandma had taken the time to make one of  a kind for you. There had to be some sort of retort you could come up with to even things out. You needed her to know just how it felt. 

“Maybe, if you weren't looking at my ass you wouldn't have noticed.”  The crowd erupted into a symphony of gasps that later morphed to ‘oos’. 

“No one else here cared enough to until you said something. How obsessed with me could you possibly be? It's unhealthy at this point.”

“You should seek help, Historia.” You added. 

Without a doubt you’d struck a nerve. She stayed silent, her cheeks turning a  bright red. There was nothing she could come up with in time before the bell rang and forced everyone to retreat to class. Historia’s friends began to pull her in the direction of their class. 

“If i were you’d i’d watch myself, there are worse things to be known for than being the girl who pissed herself.” She whispered into your ear as she passed. A shiver made its way down your spine at the threat. 

You headed to class with your brow furrowed in confusion. 

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Unexpectedly, The day went by smoothly. You made it to and through two of your classes without bumping into Historia again. She was nowhere to be seen when you went to  lunch.  Nor was she in the hallways as when you transitioned to your classes . There was a part of you that had begun to question if the threat was an  empty one. Perhaps,  she had just said it with the intention of causing mental anguish. In the worst case possible scenario she had in fact  meant every word and was plotting something in the shadows. You simply kept telling yourself it was nothing you couldn't handle.  She had already ruined

your reputation, crushed your self esteem and made it impossible to enjoy school. In a sense you had nothing to lose but your life. At least that was what you believed. 

In your final class of the day you sat doodling in your notebook, silently dreading when you’d be forced to leave the protection of the classroom. The bell rang and you stuffed your notebook into your backpack. You rushed through the hallways as fast as your feet would allow. You weren't concerned with who you bumped into. There was only one goal on your mind, you had to make it to the bathroom as soon as possible. It often served as a safe haven from Historia’s bullying. You planned on staying there until you had an opportunity to escape unnoticed.

Pushing open the doors, you glanced around and sighed in relief that the bathroom was empty. The Lock on the bathroom door made a faint click as you twisted it. You soon choose a stall to your liking. Your backpack was  placed  on the hook of the door before you took a seat on the toilet. After a passing of twenty minutes, the silence was interrupted when you heard voices outside of the door. 

Your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach, the sound of keys jingling and the door being pushed open as familiar shoes came into view. They  stopped in front of the sinks outside of the stall. It's Historia, her voice echoed through the bathroom as she thanked the janitor for unlocking the door. Her performative kindness went  unnoticed by everyone except you. 

Once the janitor left, you took note of the two other pairs of legs you saw. You gulped and lifted your legs,  so the stall looked empty. Your eyes remained locked on the door. 

“I know you’re in here y/n. Stop being such a little bitch and come out.” She spoke while she walked. 

“You had so much to say earlier, why so silent now?” 

She paced  back and forth, the air around you beginning to feel heavy. The silence,  putting you on edge as your mind pondered what would happen next. You wished now more than ever to be invisible. You hugged your knees to your chest in a feeble attempt at making yourself smaller. 

 In the blink of an eye, the door swung open forcefully so much that if you hadn't leaned back it would have hit you in the face. There stood one of History's friends, Mikasa. Her expression was straight and uncaring. “Thanks, I'll take care of the rest now.” 

 “What are you planning?” The girl asked. 

“Don't worry, you'll see.” Mikasa nodded. 

Both her and the other girl, a brunette who was known for having an insatiable appetite for food, made their exit.

Historia soon came into view, her wardrobe of pastels  replaced with something more revealing and fitting to her figure. She wore a tank top with lace trim that stopped just above her belly button and left the tops of her perky breasts exposed. The skirt she was wearing was so small it was  difficult to miss the light pink panties she wore under. You wondered what would have possessed her to come here dressed in such a way. What exactly did she have planned?

It was hard for you to take your eyes away, there was no denying that she was gorgeous. Still, it wasn't logical to think such a thing of someone who clearly viewed you as less than human. Your thoughts came to a halt as she grabbed your chin.  Her manicured fingers guided your face to meet hers, lips crashing against one another’s. Her fingertips caressed down your arm  and across your stomach.  Making  their way inside the waistband of your skirt. 

With eyes wide of shock you squirmed out of her grip. “What are you doing!??” you questioned. 

“Don't act stupid, you know just what I'm trying to do.”  She snapped. 

You raised a brow. 

“Do you want me or not?” Her tone made it evident that she wasn't interested in beating around the bush.

“But I thought you..hated me?”

“Maybe it’s true or I've just been a little frustrated.” She whispered. Her breath hot against your ear, hands pulling your body closer to her own.

“Help me out please.” Her voice switched to that of one coated with sweetness that almost sounded genuine. A pout formed on her lips while  she awaited your reply. You nodded.  It was impossible to refuse her even if you wanted to. 

“Let’s not make it awkward..” She said, giving you a smile as she tucked strands of your hair behind your ear.  Her lips crashed onto yours once more. Your hands made their way to her hips and Historia deepened the kiss. A whine fell from your lips, her hand slipping under your skirt, rubbing at your cunt through your panties. 

You felt her smile into the kiss and her tongue roamed your mouth. The atmosphere was now heavy for a completely different reason. A burning heat formed in your core, your hips grinding against Historia‘s hand. 

“Promise to do everything I say?” she asked. 

You simply responded by nodding.  Your brain was far too foggy to formulate an adequate  response. All you could think about was how badly you needed her to touch you there again. “Come here.” She spoke, grabbing your hand as she pulled you outside of the stall towards the sinks. She propped herself up on the

counter and signaled at the door for you to lock it. 

You of course did just as she said in hopes that doing just as she said would encourage her to give you what it was she knew you wanted. As she sat on the counter, she beckoned  you to come closer. “Lift your skirt”

 You complied. Her fingers tugged at the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side she exposed your dripping core. The bathroom echoed with your whimpers as her thumb toyed with your clit. Her movements were slow and painfully sweet. 

“Here ..”She said, pulling you towards her thigh.  You lifted yourself up and placed your cunt against her.

The fabric of her tights  smooth against you as you moved your hips back and forth.  A moan escaped your lips, the friction against your clit sent you into a frenzy. 

It was difficult to keep your balance as pleasure overtook you. Historias hands rested on your hips, holding you in place.  She watched you squirm as the sensation became too much to bear, your juices coating her thigh. Still, her grip never faltered. “My..god!” You cried out Historias lips connected with your neck and your eyes fluttered shut. This gave her an opportunity to pull out her phone. Making sure your face was well in the view of the camera, she pressed record. 

 “You’re a dirty little slut aren't you?” She cooeed, watching you through the video feed. 

 You nodded, moans continuing to spill from you. 

“That’s right.” She smiled.  The sight of your legs  trembling giving her satisfaction all the more so being that she had such a lovely moment on video. 

“So eager to get fucked youre making a mess all over my thigh.” On cue,  Historia  aimed the phone’s camera at her leg, her tights now stained from your slick, the sweet juices dripping down her knee. She continued to record while you desperately grinded your cunt against her. 

“It’s pathetic.” She hissed.  With the  hand that rested on your hip she guided them, forcing your poor clit to bump against her thigh more times than you found bearable.   A string of whines and broken please could be heard. 

“Maybe if you beg enough I'll give you my fingers.”

“P-please..” you choked out. Historia responded by rolling her eyes.

“That’s all you’ve got?  My god! You suck at begging.” 

“Guess the only thing you're good for is being a needy slut.” She added.  You took no offense to her words, in fact they only served to increase your arousal. There was something about the way she pretended to be repulsed  by you while her eyes were heavy with lust.  She enjoyed this as much as you, but her ego caused her to refuse allowing you to know that. Historia pushed her fingers inside of you, her free hand gripped the camera to show off throw easily her fingers could slip deep inside your cunt thanks to the fact that you were practically dripping by that point. 

“I’m so close.” A whimper could be heard. Her movements sped up the sensation in your core tightened, you felt as though you were going to burst any moment.  You squirmed and squirmed. 

“Can you do something for me first ?”

“Yes! I’ll do anything..please just let me..”  You cried out, as your legs shook. It was no secret that you were eager. Her fingers continued to pound into you. 

“Look into the camera and tell everyone how much of a dumb little whore you are,” You Struggled to formulate a response, logic was no longer a concept to you. There was no time to ponder what her intentions might be. Your mind fuzzy as you tried to fight off your orgasm through the constant stimulation.  A few muffled please left your lips, your hips bucking  pathetically as though you were some desperate feral thing. 

Historia shakes her head, her movements coming to a halt.  “No cumming yet. Not until you say it.” 

With a whine, You obliged looking into the camera with heavy, desperate eyes and flushed cheeks. 

“Good girl..” She cooed as she returned to thrusting her fingers into you, her thumb rubbing circles at your cit as your body shook from the release. The juices dripped down your thighs and coated her fingers. 

“Now that you’ve got what you want, time for me to get what I want.”

“On your knees.  Her tone  now stern and direct. 

She soon pushed her fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean.  She began to spread her legs. Under her skirt was now in  view, the wet spot on her panties made it all the more evident  that she had been enjoying this as much as you. You felt your mouth water as you leaned in, her sweet smell filling your nostrils. Slipping her panties down to her ankles, You flicked your tongue across her clit. 

 Watching her cheeks became flushed, you licked a stripe along her core. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it. This was her way of telling you to speed things up.  Your movements were painfully slow to her still she enjoyed it so much so that she was in need of more. 

She had no intention of letting you know that, instead she chose to settle for insulting you. “Come on, don't tell me that's the best you can do.” She groaned in an attempt to cover up her moans. Her eyes rolled into her head as you buried your face between her thighs, your tongue lapping at her cunt repeatedly. 

“Y-you’d think that you’d be able  to put that mouth to use for better things than talking shit and being like a desperate slut.”  her thighs clamped around your head, hands tugged at your hair, forcing your face deeper into her cunt.  Her free hand still gripped the phone which she had been using to record this whole encounter. 

Her insults were  soon drowned out by the  moans that left her lips. As angelic and pretty as her appearance, they fell on your ears like a beautiful melody. Watching the way she arched her back and ground her hips against your face soon brought back the feelings of need you'd been overwhelmed with just minutes before.  

By instinct, you reached a hand down to play with yourself. 

“Look at this pervy bitch getting herself off to eating my cunt.” she hissed, exposing your actions to the camera.  You rubbed at your cunt, sloppily and slowly as you still gave much of your focus to the task at hand. 

“After she just came, she wants more..how greedy?” She said, yanking your hair harshly.  Still, You continued to devour her until she released in your mouth.

 No time at all passed before she ushered out her way. You watched in confusion as she slipped off her skirt, and replaced it with the outfit she had been wearing earlier that day. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and began fixing up her makeup which had been smuggled from the encounter. She tossed the tights  she'd been waiting into the trash and made her way towards the door in silence. Before she took her exit she opened her mouth to speak.  Her expression had reverted back to that of how she usually looked at you. 

“Since you seemed so impressed with yourself earlier over  all the attention you got today for that foolish remark.  I thought I'd help you get some real notoriety. You’ll surely be the hot topic now  movie star,” 

You watch as she tapped away on her phone screen.

And with that she left, taking the final piece of your dignity with her. 

You weren't too sure what was going on  but from the looks of it she appeared to have sent a text to someone. With a furrowed brow, You stood and began to clean yourself. The mirror exposed your ragged appearance, your hair was practically a bird's nest across your head from all the tugging and pulling Historia had done. The  streaks in your makeup from your tears left you looking like you were returning from a drunken night out. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you left the bathroom in such a state as most would assume you had been attacked but still you’d feel weird walking around with the remnants of your encounter with historia on your sleeve.

Letting the cold  water run,  you splashed your face.  Everything that happened seemed like a dream. You were in need of something to keep you grounded in reality and harsh icy water was perfect for the job. You shivered as it ran down your neck. With paper towels in hand you dried your face and wiped the remnants of your orgasm off your thighs before pushing your panties back into place.  You fixed your hair and once you felt presentable, You too made your way out of the bathroom.

As you walked down the halls, they were  uncharacteristically empty. No one was in sight, you breathed a sigh of relief was that meant  it was a high possibility that no one had heard of the encounter from outside of the bathroom. Perhaps there was some after school event occurring outside like a football game?

As your legs carried you towards the large exit doors you saw a crowd of students lined up with their phones in their hands. Their laughs filled your ears when you stepped outside, they pointed to you.  Some cheered as an audio of you degrading yourself echoed throughout the crowd. “Who knew y/n was such a slut!?” You heard someone say. “

Yeah it must be true if she said it herself.” Another student replied. “Look at how many views the video has gotten already, you're a real star.” Said reiner, putting the phone in your face, showing you the phone. The video had been uploaded to some random porn site by what appeared to be an anonymous user, You of course knew exactly who had done it..the very person who’s thigh you could be seen riding.  

You stopped in your tracks, eyes scanning the crowd. You searched for someone, anyone who didn't have their phone out viewing the video.  It was at that very moment your eyes landed on Historia who simply shrugged and mothed ‘oops’, the cruel smile on her face evident as ever. 

The whole school had witnessed what had gone down, the begging, the desperation and the compliance you had all for someone who viewed you as a peasant.  Not only that but they had a permanent copy of the encounter on their phones, never given a moment to forget it. You would be forced to relive it over and over until you graduated.

  The only thing that left a bad taste in your mouth was the possible bullying that would occur as a result from other students. You found yourself feeling foolish for thinking you’d ever win against her. Historia never played fair, she didn't have to  when it came to you. She was the one in absolute control, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn't say you were okay with that. 

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[anlian-aishang]

Could you write a story of Levi meeting his cute s/o’s family at their house for dinner in sina(she’s from Shiganshina but her older sister married a noble so that her parents can live in sina) and her father is like her(cheerful+funny) and her mother is sweet+gentle. But her big sister is reserved and doesn’t approve of Levi because she doesn’t trust him protecting her sister. How will levi react to her welcoming parents and her sister’s bluntness and rudeness towards him? Thank you.

Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you enjoy ~

Tags: levi x reader, fluff, just a little angst [brief argument], canonverse, food mention, gn!reader

Word count: 1500

You were more nervous than he was. It was not that you had not told him how forthcoming your sister could be, nor that he was oblivious to the importance of in-law dinners. Levi simply had confidence in himself and in the fact that nothing could be as bad as his times outside the walls. A four-course dinner in inner Sina was a walk in the park no matter who was on the other side of the table, even if it was your entire family.

Despite how many times you had been there, stepping into your sister’s house - mansion more like - never failed to take your breath away. Just the foyer was bigger than your entire suite. The hallway was adorned with paintings, each worth more than either of your salaries, perhaps combined. Gold trim on the ceilings and oriental rugs on the hardwood, her place was a short trek from the Survey Corps headquarters, but felt a million miles away. 

You turned to your side and admired Levi’s shock - lips parted slightly in awe, eyes wide open in an attempt to absorb everything. It was about as bewildered as he ever got. 

Tilting your gaze, you raised a brow, I told you. 

Levi rolled his eyes and nudged your hip with his, Yeah, alright, whatever. 

Still, he was not intimidated. Erwin had dragged him to Stohess palaces plenty of times for fundraising events over cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. Those high-hat bureaucrats could be insufferable, but this was your family, so they were sure to be similar to you: liked by everyone, easily loveable.

When it came to your parents, he was right. Your dad was a welcome opposition to the father-in-law stigma. Not a killjoy, but quick to laugh and laugh hard. A warm, honest smile - could tell where you got it from. Your mother, on the other hand, was clearly the source of your kindness. While listening intently to the conversation, she kept a constant eye on everyone’s drinks and would top them off the second they fell below half-empty. She continuously served seconds of salad and potatoes onto Levi’s plate, not asking, only insisting: eat more, eat more! Levi smiled at the gesture, his mother had been the same. 

It was going well. Your introvert did not magically morph into a social butterfly, but he did everything right. Cordial manners, please and thank-yous, you admired how he kept his swearing under wraps. When your parents asked the tough questions about titan kills and soldier life, he knew exactly the superlatives to emphasize and the low points to leave out. Being respectful made him respectable, and your parents were without any insight as to how rough a hand he had been dealt in life.

There was someone who knew, though, and was clutching their fists in anticipation of spilling. To her, his ironed cravat and pressed pants were a deliberate disguise, trying to throw off the scent to the lowlife he really was. 

Especially in the wake of the king’s overthrow and the subsequent coronation of Queen Historia. Your sister’s husband was a member of the Military Police, and the only reason he was not at the table with the rest of you now was because he was in custody, soon to be investigated for all Erwin had stuck him with: conspiracy, obstruction of justice, and treason. It was nothing personal, for every single member of the branch was being tried across the board. Given humanity’s vast outnumeration by the titans, it was widely understood that no one would be severely punished, a slap on the wrist at most. It was more symbolic than anything else, a message to the public that order was restored, rulers were to be held accountable, and the defining principle of the Scout Regiment: there was truth to be found out there.

That was not how she saw it, though. All she could see was the man from the newspaper’s WANTED section, sat across from her, at her kitchen table, in the spot where her husband would be - if not for that goddamned little runt. She was determined, not only to let him know he was not welcome here, but not welcome in the family. 

Irritated when your father offered him a toast. Irate when your mother showered him with praise. Worst of all was the way you looked at him: absolutely in love, blinded. 

She interrupted Levi’s thanks with a loud, deliberate clear of her throat, “So -” she propped her elbows on the table, silverware clattered, “Mom, Dad, (Y/N), would you mind cleaning up? I was going to show Levi around the gardens.”

Levi nearly choked, Gardens? It really was a different level of luxury. Still, he was keen to stay behind. If anything, cleaning up was where he could really start to impress. “Actually, I-”

“Great!” Interrupting again, she reached over the table and practically pulled him across it. 

You flashed him a look, do you need me to come with you? Because, if not... this may have been a good opportunity to get a read on your parents’ reads and boast about the feats Levi was too humble to. 

Levi raised his palm and waved you off with a few fingers, don’t worry. I’m fine. 

An hour later, he was starting to regret that decision. 

Though it was just the two of them there physically, he knew that he was actually speaking to all your family, including you, for anything he told your sister was very likely to be transmitted. In fact, Levi clenched his teeth, that was probably the whole reason for this “garden tour” in the first place. 

Either that or to fuck with him. She hit all of the targets without hesitation. You mentioned your mother. She still around? What happened? No father but an uncle who passed recently. So no family, huh? 

You used to have a squad, right? What were their names? Been so long since I read their obituaries, it’s hard to remember. 

Levi stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared vehemently at the ground. Was she fucking serious? Some host. 

If this were anyone else, he would have happily told them to fuck off and been on his way, but this was too important. He had tried deflecting, asking about her life, despite how deeply he loathed small talk. He had tried brushing things off and changing the subject, but she never settled for a non-answer. 

Levi shook his head, the last bit of composure wavering until he stopped in his tracks, prompting her to pause as well. 

Tense eye contact, Levi leaned forward, demanding. “What do you want to know?” And in that moment, she understood his title of captain. At a mere 160 centimeters, he seemed to tower like a titan. “Ask me a straightforward question and I’ll give you a straightforward answer.”

Arms crossed, she lowered her brows and raised her voice, “Everyone close to you ends up dead.” Shouting now, “Why?!” 

Levi scoffed, “You ask the tough questions, huh?”

Your sister gave him a two-handed shove. If he was not humanity’s strongest, he would have gone stumbling backward into the hedges. “They could have had a cushy, comfortable life in the capital, but you and your sacrifice squad fucked with their head and convinced them the Scouts was somehow safer.” Fire in their gaze, “How do you sleep at night?!”

A deep breath, but no rile. “Would they be more secure in Sina or in the Scouts? Likely, Sina.” Levi conceded. “But they didn’t choose the MPs, did they?” Given your brother-in-law’s situation, he omitted the obvious: And it’s a good thing they didn’t. 

“I didn’t force them to know the Scouts, either. Where the fuck do you think I met them?” Bye-bye filter. 

“Safer with me or on their own?” Levi hushed beneath his breath, “I think we both know the answer to that.”

Over a hundred titan kills. Dozens of assists to match. Not only titans, but he was capable of fighting humans as well. She kicked the dirt in stubborn admission: safer with you, more than anyone else. 

“Yes, everyone I’ve ever loved has died -” 

Your sister’s jaw fell at the open admission: he loved you. 

“- but I wasn’t there. You asked how I sleep, I don’t sleep. Every night, I’m kept awake - thinking about what I would have done if I was.” 

A healthy handful of seconds that they surveyed each other’s stares. Nothing but the sound of crickets chirping and the trees rustling. Ironically, occasional laughs broke from the kitchen, communicating that the outdoor strife had not penetrated into the happy home. 

Their joy seeped outside, though, and it started to make sense. All this poking and prodding had no ill intentions, only protective ones. She was just worried for her sibling, that’s all. Levi unclenched his fist and rested a soft yet sturdy hand on her shoulder. “I’ll never leave their side,” whether you like it or not. 

Levi spoke the truth, brutally honest yet undeniable truth, they both knew that. Tension defined their gaze until understanding melted it. There was no one better for you.

But you knew that already.

// masterlist //

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #fluff #oneshot #2023 #requests #anlian writes #my writing #alias's

[cosmophonia]

Which historical fashion periods did Isayama take inspiration from? -a long post by an Art History student

Let me clarify something before I start: we can't blame Isayama for not drawing "historically accurate" clothing since the world and the story are fictional. Also, it's very likely that Isayama just wanted the clothes to look "European and Not Contemporary™". However, at the same time I can't help but miss some consistency, so I will consciously ignore obvious "anachronisms" (modern hoodies, Levi occasionally looking like an edgy teen, Mikasa's gymrat moment).

First of all, look at this color lithograph from the 1800s (Market day in Pont-Aven: a village in Brittany France). Doesn't it remind you of the very first episode?

On the other hand, the pieces of clothing seen in other frames look kind of similar to those in "Street Life in London": a series of photographs published by Adolphe Smith and John Thomson in 1876-1878. Even Levi's Underground outfit has a pretty obvious resemblance!

Still regarding Levi, his characteristic cravat that we all know and love was worn especially from the end of the 17th century through the 19th century, therefore we're staying more or less in Victorian Europe.

At some points we see Sasha wearing clothes that remind me a lot of Bouguereau's paintings. He was a French academic painter whose artworks sometimes depict peasant life in 19th century France.

I also want to point out how similar I found Historia's coronation look(s) and this Portrait of Queen Wilhelmina in coronation robes, by Thérèse Schwartze (1898). See? It's all 19th century Europe! Consistency!

But then BOOM are those characters wearing... 14th century tunics?? Yay! 💀

Anyways! Timeskip! And now let's take a look at Marleyan fashion. They wear something that was popular for both men and women in 1910-1919: tailored suits.

The model in the picture below is from 1912. It bears a resemblance to Mikasa's outfit in episode 87. Even though her hat is considerably smaller than the large, wide-brimmed hats that were in fashion, she looks gorgeous nevertheless.

And the male characters wear suits too! Both photographs are from the same time period (1910-1919).

In conclusion, it's a mess! But mainly late 19th century fashion pre timeskip and Titanic era fashion post timeskip.

That's all for now. I'll add more stuff the moment I discover new things.

#attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #snk fashion #aot fashion #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #onyankopon #sasha braus #historia reiss

[lolahauri]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Cady, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, MeeMaw. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

#x reader #self ship #shipping #ao3 writer #fandom #minors dni #intro post #pinned post #antis dni

[lucysarah-c]

Angel

Warnings: ALL. Yandere behaviour. SMUT, HEAVILY EXPLICIT CONTEXT. Levi x reader. Dubious consent, Degradation, harsh sex, vaginal sex. Top Levi. Sub Yn. UNSAFE SEX, don't be silly guys wear condoms not like Levi here. Kitchen sex. Canon universe. Dirty talk. Smut. Praise kink. Possessive behaviour. Possessive sex. Rough sex. Breeding kink. Corruption kink. PREGNANCY.

Pairing: Yandere! Levi x civilian reader. Word count: 7706 Summary: I got a request to write about a "kindergarten/teacher/civilian reader with a YANDERE Levi. Here it is. It's my first time writing a yandere so... sorry in advance. EXTRA: I wrote this like 9 months ago and I just decided to finish it so... don't came for me, I just wanted to get over it. Tags!: @miremiremcfly-blog

“Excuse me, Captain. Would you fancy a cup of tea?”

Levi’s silver grey eyes landed on her when he turned around. After Historia became queen and decided to create a bunch of new orphanages even for the kids of the underground, his squad was spending a lot of time helping out. Levi couldn’t quite get his finger on what was making him get lost in her face, she seemed young, younger than him at least, but older enough.

Her hair out of her face on a half-ponytail, attention focused on him waiting for his answer. Her young face was slightly accentuated with a minimum amount of makeup.

‘She’s not from the military’ was his first thought, considering that women aren’t allowed to use it when they're in the lines.

“Yes” Levi affirmed.

She smiled back, her cheeks rising forcing the bottom of her (E / C) eyes to do the same as if that pair of gems were smiling at him too. That smile, the captain of the scouts couldn’t quite remember when was the last time that someone did that gesture so tenderly, dedicated but warm, all at the same time, to him. Nearly everybody in the military is broken in one way or another, even the stupid brats he had under his command. However, her? That young woman seemed so pure with that tartan blue dress.

Levi was quite aware that he was staring a bit too much but he couldn’t care less, the way her back curved and ass peaked up while she served the tea to him. The rounded white shirt’s neck showed off on top of the deep burgundy cardigan that matches the lines of her dress and the lace on her hair keeping the ponytail. The cardigan was slightly big for her, making her look even more harmless than she already was, it wasn't buttoned up on the front letting her white apron see through, covering a good part of her figure.

The clothing gave Levi a clue of who she probably was, a worker of the orphanage.

“There you go, sir” Her sweet calm voice, almost like she was talking to a kid “Please, be careful it’s hot”

‘No shit, a tea that’s cold’ Levi thought but before he could actually make the sassy reply. She chuckled and covered her mouth with her right hand. The young woman probably realising how pointless that warm up was to an adult.

“Sorry, I’m spending too much time with kids”

As if she was indirectly confirming Levi’s suspicion. He picked up the cup from the top with his fingertips and gave it a doubtful sip, worried that it may be a bad brew. Surprised but far from disappointed, Levi was enchanted on how good and strong the taste of the tea was.

“Sorry if it’s a bit strong, try looking after 45 kids and believe me that there’s not enough tea in the walls to keep you awake” Her cheerful voice had little chuckles here and there while she tried to start a conversation with him.

Levi only groaned while drinking. Their first meeting, they didn’t exchange much. Levi found the young woman gorgeous. That was a reality but he was a busy man with little time for this kind of nonsense.

After a good couple of minutes, she left the tea set apart and rang a little bell that was next to the backyard door.

“Ok, dinner time kids” She shouted and most of the little beasts ran into the place.

A few of them were already taking places at the large wooden tables, screaming and shouting. Levi, who was far from used to the high pitched screams of “she started!” or “they are touching me”, felt a headache already starting with only a couple of seconds there.

“Alright, what did we say the other day?”

As if she was the captain of the place, all the little humans became quiet after she spoke up. The silence reigned as they tried to recall.

“We wash our hands and faces with water and soap before sitting for dinner, right?”

Clumsy short legs making their way to the restroom, pushing each other as if everything was a competition.

“And we do a line, waiting for our turn because this is not a ?” She left the last word out of her speech, which seemed to be pretty used on a daily basis.

“Race!” around forty kids replied together with a high pitched scream that made Levi’s ears hurt for a second.

She turned around facing him, a bright smile on her face. “They are not bad kids, it’s taking some time but they’re improving so fast”

As if Levi’s lack of answer made her add more, “Most of them are from the underground. When they were brought, they didn’t even let me get a bar of soap close to them. Now look at them”

Levi’s mind did a trip down the memory rail and recalled how most kids down there grow up covered in filthy water and broken clothes.

“The military police said that they’re already broken, that there’s nothing else to do for them. But take a look at them now, just took a little bit of work and a whole lot of love”

Suddenly, Levi’s mind went even further on his trip to the back of mis memory. That smile, that tender calm almost whispery voice and sweet eyes that could convince anyone that, even if they heard a war outside raging on, they will be safe and sound.

There was something on that woman that made Levi’s mind turn his passed mother alive one more time. As if he was the one told to go and wash his hands before dinner.

“Captain”

That songful voice calling him out.

“Captain”

He didn’t want to wake up, he wanted to be put into bed and hear someone whisper those sweet lies that only a mother can do.

“Captain!”

Levi’s silver grey eyes landed on her again, after waking up from his delusional dream.

“Are you alright, Captain? Why don’t you sit down for a second, you seem so pale” Her hand resting on his left cheek in a bold move to check his temperature.

Anyone in the military would prefer to cut their hands off before landing a finger on him but she did it without a single straw of fear.

“I’m fine” Levi snapped her hand away,  he was too overwhelmed.

Perhaps it was that Erwin was being a stunburd little jerk and decided to go to the stupid expedition anyways, or maybe the fact that the reunion and death of Kenny opened a wound that was never actually closed but he tried to forget.

“Please, you don’t look fine at all,” She repeated.

“Miss (Y / N)” a child tugging at the bottom of her dress, reaching out for her attention.

“Give me a minute,sweetie. Could you?” The woman, whose name apparently was (Y / N) turned around to cease the pressure on her skirt from the persistand fingers of the kid.

“Please, sit down. I will pour you another cup with honey on it, perhaps your blood pressure dropped” She said, ready to do her way to the kitchen.

“(Y / N)” Her name left his lips nearly like a whisper that was just for them to know, as if his lips were getting used to the sensation that it created once it was pronounced.

“Yes?” The young woman asked out, with eeriness in her voice.

“Nothing”

“I will be right back!”

‘(Y / N)’ he repeated in his mind over and over again, while he waited and sat down on one of those long old wooden tables as if he was one of those brats waiting for dinner at 5 pm. He could hear Jean and Eren fighting while carrying heavy boxes outside as if they were part of the brats fighting for a place on a line for washing their hands.

‘(Y / N) Ackerman’ His mouth turn up in a slight smirk ‘Yeah, that’s a fucking pretty combination’

That was the first time that Levi met the kindergarten teacher.

Everybody took as a surprise that Levi was offering his team to work at the orphan almost every chance he got, much to his squad’s complaint. She was over there, sometimes in the little room that they called classroom, reading or teaching to the little beasts, other occasions helping the workers with the meals, or sitting down on the backyard under a tree that was there, patching little clothes and looking after the children.

Most of his team stopped complaining once her sweet nature captured them too, arranging Jean’s shirt’s neck as if it was plain coincidence that it was always tousled when they were there. Or brushing Eren’s chocolate locks.

It made Levi’s blood boil, it was too much sharing. He was the first one to notice that sweetheart and it should remain like that. But that didn’t seem to stop her, each day she had a tender smile to dedicate to him as if it was impossible to bring her down.

“Why don’t you sit down with me for a minute, Captain?” (Y / N) invited him to take a spot next to her at that little blanked under the tree, the days were turning warmer as the spring set in.

“Levi”

“Huh?”

“My name is Levi”

He gladly took the offer, it was a tiny space and his shoulders were brushing from time to time as she fixed broken trousers from playing too much. Without asking, as if she already knew that his answer would be a positive one, (Y / N) served him a cup of tea.

Levi drank it pleased while his eyes scanned her figure, always dressed up modestly but it wasn’t a stop from his mind to eat her alive. That smooth neck, the marks he could leave on, her tender hands wonkind with the needle that could, instead, tugging his dark locks while he lick and eat her out like a starving man and those naked legs because it was too warm for socks already, the way they could open to him or wrapped around his hips while he pour into her core.

“I hear that you’re from the underground too” She broke the silence with doubt in her tone, probably scared of getting into a sensitive topic.

“You've got guts to point that out in my face, who told you that?” The captain of the scouts said after he took a sip from his black tea.

“The military police did” Her calm voice commented, tugging the needle.

Military police and Levi were like natural enemies and the fact that they were talking shit behind his back with her was making Levi wish to go back to his old days. Old days where Levi used to kill them on the underground for less reasons.

“So you talk shit with them about me” Levi thanked his usual monotone voice that didn’t let his anger out

.

“Oh no!” She quickly replied and turned around to face him, leaving her needling behind “They kept trying to talk nonsense about you, but I pay no mind to it”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Of course!” (Y / N) affirmed sounding almost offended that the man next to her would think that she could be doing something like that “If I could pick one, I would rather have you and your team coming around to help and bring provisions each time but that’s not possible”

The part about his team or the provisions skipped Levi’s train of mind, because the only part he was hearing echo inside his head was about her preferring him, him above everything else.

“I couldn’t care less about where you are from”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew all the shit I have done”

He meant it, if a young woman like her knew all the stuff he had done, how much blood his hands have, he was torturing a man not so far ago to put a queen on the throne. She stopped sewing for a minute, attention lost in her hands while her mind gave it a serious thought.

“It’s easier for them to say that about you, about these kids too. People with less necessities and not actual reasons behind have done way worse. And yet, you’re doing more than any of them together. Just as these children, for me your string of lights is still bright”

Little has been the amount of times that Levi had found himself speechless. How could someone be so . . . pure? It must not be real. Who created a human being like this? Who raised them? Where have they been? Levi had thought from a really young age that, if some kind of God actually existed, then it probably forgot about him a long time ago. But her, it was like an angel had taken human form.

He was about to add something, anything to her rambling but the kids came around jumping and screaming at them. They sat down between the two of them, not caring if there was a conversation going on before their annoying appearance.

“Look, look! I did a painting for you'' One of the brats said while sitting down on her lap, tiny little hands covered in paint leaving marks on her white apron while he crawled on top of her.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have” She said and slightly lifted him to sit him in her lap property as other kids played with her hair. “May I see it?”

The kid nodded and she opened the white paper that was still slightly wet

“It’s so gorgeous, I love it!” (Y / N) shared the excitement with the little boy and pressed kisses on his cheeks “I adore your horses, so well done”

Levi’s mind wondered where the horses and the trees and all the stuff she was describing actually was, he only saw a bunch of colours badly mixed on weird shapes and finger tips everywhere. Was it to justify that he was feeling jealous for a bunch of kids? In his mind, yes. They were grabbing and touching her with their little sticky hands that god knew where they had been.

“It’s book time!” They said, jumping and tugging her by her arm, begging her to rise up from her place.

“I want the witch story this time” The same kid from the draw screamed, probably referring to some kind of fairytale book that they had.

“Are you sure? the witch story is scary” (Y / N) finally gave up and began to pack the stuff that was on the blank, realising that her “free time” was finally over. Levi had to raise up from his place too, poker face to hide the fact that he was beyond pissed. Their shared time was little and the kids were getting on the way.

“Don’t worry, I will protect you!” Once again, the little boy said, grabbing her hands and walking back to the building.

He could hear her giggles, saying “My hero”. Levi wondered what a brat like that could actually do. He had to remind himself that she was a demanted girl, if one or two brats are enough to consume the entire day of a mother, an entire classroom was too much.

Little beasts, probably affectionately starved from losing their mother from a young age and (Y / N) trying her best to fulfil that role for too many kids. However, when her eyes turned around to look at him, her smooth locks flowing in the air while she did and her smile, reassuring him that even if she was dragged away, she was his. All his.

He would have to be a bit more patient. As months went by, each time that Levi found some free time from Eren’s training or preparations to expedition wall Maria, she was busy. If it wasn’t some random kid sick from some spring flu, it was a birthday that required her to prepare, some extra class, a crying scene, a trip to a town so the brats could meet new places or she had a free day and wasn't there.

The universe was teasing Levi’s self control to not just randomly appear at her house during late hours and finally get the adult alone time that he needed. He needed one night, or afternoon whatever he wasn’t going to get picky here. One single time alone to show her why she should drop everything and stay with him.

(Y / N) could keep doing all the stuff she enjoyed, she could sew, bake, cook, clean, read, everything in the comfort of their house. The house, no, the home they could have if she gave up to him. Sweet little thing had already proven to him what a magnificent mother she would be, calm, patient, tender and sweet.

If she liked kids so much, then he will gladly do her one or two, three or four perhaps. She could look after them, be an attentive and present mother, create and give him the safe and cosy home that he didn’t have as a kid but could have as a father. A place to go back when things get wild in the military, some delusional escape freezed in time where he could relax after having to kill those monsters outside of the walls.

His temple will be with her arms wrapped around him, greeting him with a battle hero’s welcome. If Kenny had said that everybody had to be drunk on something to carry on then Levi would gladly be drunk on her body and the warmth it provided.

Time flies faster than Levi would have liked, with all the numbers they lost during the expedition to retake wall Maria made his job even harder. And the lines of the scouts decreased to only a couple of them, going to help a bunch of brats wasn’t the first of their priorities.

So Levi was beyond surprised to see her there in the town market, lost (E / C) eyes looking into the loaf of bread. Hair was down and even when it looked like she was off work that afternoon; her clothes seemed uneven. Did she live close by? First time Levi went downtown and saw her there.

The way her body moved through the flow of citizens, her delicate arms carrying around  the wicker basket full of the groceries, her hair framing her face as if it was the perfect match of colour. Holy shit, Levi could watch her from afar the rest of his life. When his focus landed on her face, something was off. Where were the natural rosy cheeks making her look so naive and healthy? Where were her shiny eyes who brighted Levi’s day? Where was her SMILE.

Levi's mind had a short circuit, (Y / N) was a brighting sweet soft young woman. A reassuring angel that made Levi forget all his problems, she always had, NO, she MUST have that tender motherly smile.

The captain of the scouts didn’t think twice and walked forward. His pale hand landed on her left shoulder while she was choosing apples. (Y / N) jumped in her place and turned around to face him terrified.

“Oh dear walls, you scared me” She said putting a hand on her chest, trying to calm down her beating heart.

“Don’t shit yourself, it’s only me”

“Sorry” She apologised. Once her breathing was under control, she smiled to him “Long time no seen Captain”

‘No, no. Don’t you fucking dare to give me that fake smile! Don’t you give me that shitty pathetic excuse of smile to me, no when I know how your real smiles are’

“Why are you so shitty scared? What the fuck is going on?” Levi couldn’t bite his sharp tongue and he went straight to the point “And I told you it was Levi” he repeated.

Her nervous eyes looking around before answering him “It’s nothing, everything is going to be alright” she said with her soft voice.

And, as if his mind did another trip down in memory rail, Levi’s old sparks of memories came back to him. His mother again or the shape of her face, but this time it wasn’t a nice and sweet memory. It was her pale mother, tendering but counterfeit smile reassuring him as a kid that “Everything was going to be alright”. She had said so but things were far from alright when she never raised from the bed again.

“Don’t lie to me” Levi's voice went deep and severe, not messing around. He wasn’t a kid, he wasn’t a person someone should lie to.

He could see the fear in her eyes, the beautiful pair seemed more reflective as they got slightly wet.

“I don’t want to talk about it here” She murmured breaking the eyes contact “If you fancy a cup of tea, I don’t live far”

As a silent reply, Levi grabbed the basket and waited for her to lead the way. The walk was in silence, her eyes were fixed on the walk. She opened the door to him. It was a tiny flat, clean with the necessary amount of furniture. Levi confirmed two of his best wishes. She trusted him enough to let him in and she lived alone.

In silence she prepared the tea. He admired the place before taking a seat, not a single trace of another man living there. Good, Levi didn’t want to deal with the competition. His fingers running through the bottom  of the table secretly and from the top of any surface he could find, pristine clean. He had to bite down a smirk back, she was indeed made for him. Perfect in every single aspect. 

She set the table for both of them, so quietly and perfectly almost like if she was made for it.

“I-” She began but was trying to find the courage to keep going “I don’t really know what else to do, I’m sorry that I am burning you with my problems, that I’m dragging you into thi-”

“Don’t apologise, tell me the deal”

Levi’s voice was rough and severe, not because he was actually mad at her. Something, SOMEONE, was putting tears on her eyes. (Y / N) was too good for this world, nobody should be able to hurt her, nobody should be allowed to even think about her.

“Do you remember that I told you that when your team can come around to help us, usually military police do it?” Her red lips swollen for the bittings that were holding back her shaky voice and tears.

‘How to fucking forget it, those assholes’

“Well they have been getting . . . handy” Her voice finally break after being able to admit it “One of them, they keep talking to me about how sad he was, how much of a hard time he was facing after the female titan problem in Stohess that he lost part of his family”

Levi was clenching his teeth, his nails doing pressure in the palm of his hand while tightening his fists. Someone, some shitty son of a bitch has been touching HIS girl, his little angel. How could someone try to hurt a person so pure and soft as her, she was meant to be protected not hurt. ‘I could protect you, if you leave me. Just tell me, lean on me and I will gladly do it’

“I wanted to help him, I wanted to be a friend to him” her tale continued “He and the rest of his squad had been holding back groceries, donations and stuff that were sent to the orphanage just for the sake of me giving up to him. He followed me home and I don’t even know what else to do, the kids are suffering because of my fault”

Her messy crying filled the lack of words after her story was over, her delicate hands with short nails so she wouldn’t hurt the fine skin of the children.

His hand rested on the bottom of her back. Finally, she leaned on her body resting her face in his strong chest, his arms wrapping around her figure. The sweet fragrance of her hair was aphrodisiac and the warmth of her body would have made his mind go to another place if it wasn’t for the situation they were in.

“I tried to talk to a superior but they laughed in my face. . .  I don’t care what happen but the kids are starving because of me”

Levi hugged her tightly, seeing her suffer and cry because of how twisted this stupid world was. No, she was too pure. She didn’t know how to defend herself, she was too soft and good for this stupid place. But he will do it, he will make the difficult decisions for her.

“I will take care of it” He said with one of his hands running through her hair. Oh so soft.

“You don’t-”

“Shh, let me take care of you” He whispered as he slightly rocked her.}

“Are you going to talk to a higher-up?” Her face, that was previously tightly pressed against his chest, lifted to look into his eyes.

The captain of the scouts had to bite a sinister chuckle that was nearly to escape his lips. It was better if she didn’t know, he knew best than her anyways. His beautiful dove wanted to believe that he was going to bring all this to a trial and apply military court on it, fine. He could fake the documents, put all the seals and stamps where they should go, cover papers with all the fancy shit of the military.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I will take care of it, let it in my hands for now on” He comforts her.

Oh her smile, that one was genuine. An honest relief smile, it was Levi’s drug. He could be high on that  for the rest of his life, yeah it was better if she didn’t know. Her guilty nature would make her feel bad if she was aware of the truth.

“I don’t know how to-”

“But it would be better if you drop your job. Until all this shitty mess calms down” He interrupted her. The dark-haired man was just about to feel a small straw of culpability when her lost expression looked into his, wondering if he actually meant it “That son of a bitch may get mad once he heard that I stepped in, your job too far away. Here you’re close to the scout’s building, I can protect you”

The doubt, the second thoughts, the meditation of if she should blindly follow what he said.

“Yes, you’re probably right” (Y / N) finally gave up on him.

She let him take the lead on her life. On a decision that had anything except circumspection, (Y / N) bestowed something so precious and yet she had little to no knowledge of her recent loss.   This would be the first time that she would decide to let Levi be in charge and the last time she got the chance to make a decision.

She gave up her freedom on full will without realising it yet.

“I’m sorry that I doubt it, it’s not that I don't trust you. I’m just tired and my mind isn’t thinking straight, I think I will go straight to bed tonight”

‘Bed? Are you already telling me to go? Fucking shit, you really like playing hard to get. Fine, whatever you want. doll. At the end of the day, I’m the kind of person who saves the best bite for last, I like to savour the taste. And you already smell and look delicious, finally eating you alive is going to be the trip of my life’

Ergo, Levi did indeed leave her to herself. He had better things to do, he had an entire squad of the military police with each of his knuckles grabbed on their faces. Paradise needed him more than they ever had done. Bigger problems were ahead  for Paradise than a couple of bastards who didn’t know their place.

She was so innocent, so trust forward. ‘Lucky girl that it’s just me, anyone could be trying to take advantage of your pure nature’ Levi thought while waiting for her to open up the door of her flat. Of course he did not want to do that, oh no. Levi was trying to protect her, he was doing the right thing. He was not trying to take advantage of her because he was doing all this for her, Levi was going to do everything that was needed and more to protect her and make sure she’s safe. She’s too good for her own good, that’s why Levi did what he needed to be done.

Even if that meant lying to her and giving her fake papers about how the military court was going to interfew (hard to interview when they were already flowing in the depths of some forgotten river while the fishes were doing the rest of the job for him). They were white lies, or at least that was what Levi told to himself, white lies nearly as pure as her.

It almost broke him to see her frustrated about money when he had told her that, until they were behind jail, it was better for her to stay at home. It almost did. Almost. However, Levi was just about sure that all that worryness filling her pretty little head drained away.

The captain of the scouts had previously reassured her that it was only going to be for a couple of months, only a couple of months were needed for the biggest plans ahead that Levi had in mind.

Her small back facing him, covered with a pink cardigan. She insisted on making him dinner for everything that he had done for her. His sneaky callous hands silently found a place in each side of her hips, slightly pushing her ass against his groin.

The fragrance radiating from her neck was driving him crazy, he was going to have her that night and nobody would be able to stop him.

(Y / N) jumped in her place when his silent move was done. Levi’s butterfly kisses against the part of her neck that wasn’t covered by the shirt made her froze in place. Softly sucking the curve of her jawline was knocking her words on the back of her throat, replaced by shy groans.

He groaned back, deeper, while pushing her even more against him while his kisses were replaced by bites here and there.

“Levi” With her (E / C) eyes closed and her heavy breaths, if she actually meant it then Levi was not taking it seriously.

“Wait. I was in the middle of cooking the dinner” She complained again, placing her delicate hand on top of his uselessly trying to stop him from raising her skirt any further.

“Forget about the dinner” His husky voice coming out between kisses.

The necessity to mark, own and take soak into his brain. Primitive instinct taking over his rational side, left him devoid of thought.

It fogged his head and thickened his blood, which ran hot through his veins. His dick swelled in his pants as the idea of taking her right there on top of the kitchen counter was uncontrollably arousing. Steady surface, cold to fight the warmth of her body once he got in her and sharp for him to pound deeply and mark her as his.

She gave in, her delicate fingers tried to find his face from behind her.

“Levi…”

He couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed to be inside her, breed her and mark her. He wanted to make sure the entire world knew to whom she belonged, round with his child or carrying on his offspring in her arms.

No need to worry about anything else anymore, he will take care of everything. Her only work? Lay there and look pretty. He would be a proper daddy, not like his.

She was responding so well to him, pushing backwards to meet him. A possessive growl vibrated in Levi’s throat as his mind fell into a spiral of deprivation and his body carried on on its own will. Her soft quiet moans, seeping to his body directly to his gut that arched and boiled like pure wildfire.

He tried to not give up completely to his necessity, approaching her slowly and caressing. There was no need to scare the angel when she was already giving up completely to him.

She must have liked it, his calloused strong hands moving her hips, as he gravitated his own to get the best out of that touch. Y/N’s voice as his lips gave him undivided focus. Same strong hands that undid the three first buttons of her shirt and pushed it to the side. New flawless skin on full display for Levi to mark, little sparks of broken modesty for him to take. The sight of it, the idea of her rightfulness coming undone under him made Levi’s mouth flood with saliva.

He had one purpose in mind, making sure that she understood that he was all she will ever need forevermore. He wanted to take his time, imagining shafully how soft she would feel. Anticipating the act as he had done previously and finally was happening. The idea of her tight, wet insides sucking him in, perfectly clamping down on his cock. Milking him for all he was worth, taking one load after the other until it finally took in. And god, of course it would take, she was young and beautiful.

Leading over her back, lips connecting over her shoulder. His hand, possessed with the need to touch, as if that would bestow him any sense of reality, abandoned her hipbone to travel south. Soft warm skin under her pleated skirt that his hand slowly raised as it drifted up the length of her leg. She trembled beneath his curious fingers who felt the warmth of the inner part of her thighs in the noble task of searching for her womanhood.

Finally, pushing aside her underwear for his fingertips to glide over the heat of her core, slicking as he prying apart her folds. She mewled sweetly, head flopping to the side to give him more space to kiss and mark the exposed zone of her neck. Helplessly, her legs shaked in anticipation as she felt from behind her aching cock inside his pants.

“Please…” She cried, not exactly sure of what but in need of everything. Levi had to hold back a shameful purr on the back of her throat, he felt overwhelmingly good. The idea of her wanting anything that he had to give left him in agony of wanting everything but couldn’t decide what to do first. It added gasoline to the fire of his possessiveness. Burning his gut even more.

Arm wrapped around her figure, as his fingers persisted deeply. Ghosting over her entrance, calloused fingertips slowly slid in.

“Ah!” half lidded eyes as the half moan she left out. Overwhelmed hand, curling and scratching Levi’s undercut. Dragging nails across the velvet sensation on the back of his head. “Yes, please,”

The action just started but fatigue was setting in as she left him to overpower her freely. She felt herself getting wetter, shamelessly slicked around Levi’s fingers and made his task easier as she sucked him in. Why hold back? Only his digits felt impossible deep and amazingly good, delicious in its task.

“You like it, doll. Don’t you? I can feel you shaking and sucking me in,” Levi purred, almost withdrawing all the way only to add a third finger into the heat of her sex. The noises that echoed on those thin suburban house’s wall were obscene as Levi pumped them steadily “So fucking tight, mh? What is it? No men took you properly yet? Doubt you’re behaving like a little whore for me, I can barely get my fingers out. You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes, please… please, Levi-” Mewling anything she could, trying to secure him inside of her. As if he could even part. Words skipped her mind as Levi’s hand shifted and moved. Slick-coated fingers curling inside and doing pressure on the right spot. Pleased interrupted as she could only moan and mewl. But also rocking back into the digits, it was embarrassing how good he was abusing her hole.

“Are you going to come in my hand, sweetheart? So I can slip right in?” Levi said as he increased his pumping motions and then his thumb trailed to rub soft circles over her clit, making the pleasure too much to handle. She wanted to sob on how painfully good it felt, tears blurring her vision. She trembled under his touches and in anticipation. The stimulation quickly ran through her body. Hand pushing against the edge of the kitchen counter pushing her back as she tried to scratch anything, something. 

“A-ah!” pitched moans as her voice broke, Levi’s ministrations didn't stop, finger kept sliding in and out to drag out the sensation as much as possible. Twisting under his touches as she mewled desperately and arched her back. He kept fingering her through it as she came undone on his hand.

The overstimulation began to become too much to handle, soon it was unpleasing as her hips tried to squirm away. When Levi’s fingers finally slid out, she suddenly grew ashamed of how wet she felt. 

Maybe, on another occasion, he would have taken his time to purge her off her clothes and his own to feel the heat of their sweaty skin one against the other as he pounded into her. Perhaps, but not this time. His blood quickened and throbbed his chest that inflated with the necessity to claim. It was so stupidly easy with his strength to push her against the kitchen surface. Steady left hand in the middle of the back forcing the perfect arch to stick her ass out for him, presenting it as a trophy. It was his and only his to take. The coldness of the granite surface against her left cheek provided a momentary relief and clarity, as a sip of water in the middle of a wildfire.

She could hear, from behind her back, the telltale of the belt and the opening of his trousers getting looser around his hips from him to finally release himself. The gutural hissing of him finally allowed some freedom. The right hand gathering up the pleated skirt up to her hips as he holds it there while multitasking, forcing her hips in position. The combat books kicked slightly the inner part of her feet, asking her to open up, making room for him. And she, who had at this rate no other option, obeyed silently. He adored that, her unquestioned devotion.

The image of her under his entire mercy made Levi’s hip rut against her inner thighs, his cook sliding between her folds and slicking up for what was about to come. Her hands scramble for purchase on the slippery surface of the kitchen, failing pitifully as she had no mind left to truly comprehend what was happening anymore. Mouthful puffs of air leaving her reddish glossed lips fogging momentarily the reflective table.

Pleasing mewl was shared with a satisfactional groan as his cock’s head teased the entrance. The idea of finally sinking in that heat made with mouth water as a starving man. Finally, withdrawing his hips a bit to finally bucked forward and sliding over the rim. Her mouth fell open, swallowing all the sound as Levi started pushing in, inch by inch. He bit his bottom lip trying to suppress a moan on how good it felt, how obediently she spread around his shaft yet twitching at the intrusion. Velvet walls gave way for him. Mind Blowing.

“Ah” she choked on her own words as rapid breaths once he was all the way in, he hissed in return. Right hand massaging and squeezing her ass to his desires, slightly painful as he didn’t hold back his own strength.

Her parted lips tried to express more vocally when Levi drew his hips back mewl a broken name, feeling the tug of how tight she was against him but when he snapped his hips harshly shovel back in, she couldn’t even speak. It felt obscenely good inside, how aroused he was that she felt him pulse inside her. It was intoxicating as he kept holding her in place, anything he had to give, she would take it gladly. There was no room for self control. Levi’s only purpose in life was consummate at that moment, bury himself to the hill, wreck the body below him and load each drop that he had to offer as deep as possible.

There was no humanity, she fought for each drop of oxygen with each powerful thrust making her wince despite the pleasure. Left hand travelled up to grip the neck as he bucked mercilessly. Rambling at a steady rhythm that had only brutal force. Levi felt as if he was possessed by a nature force like during his awakening, his body moving on its own chasing to satisfy an inexplicable urge.

She couldn’t do anything, neither move or speak, but the pleasure continued to build and build in her gut as she kept gasping out for air. Hips rocking and pumping as all he could do was seek more by quick up the pace, bucking up harder. It arrived to a point that neither knew how to describe it, no words would do it justice.

“Levi- Ah!” She kept moaning his name, willingly to be filled up to the point it was painful by him, to be fucked stupidly and midless accept it all. Half lidded eyes as she gripped him tightly feeling the pressure building up in her gut again.

“You love being stuffed by me, don’t you? Ah- Wanna knows what it feels? To be filled up, swelled by my load? Are you going to milk me dry? Take each drop?” In the spit of madness he kept asking one question after the other, too caught up on the craziness to even spare a thought for anything else. All his life summary to this moment.

“Y-yes! Yes Ah-! Please, yes!” She begged enthusiastically, ass pushing backwards to meet his hips sooner. The movements turned less synchronised as they become sloopier and violent, fucking possessively. She sobbed as tightening her body involuntarily, coming undone and clamping down on him.

It was sensitive, almost painful how he kept going. Trembling and gasping for air as she was divided between pushing backwards or trying to crawl away. Levi’s hips kept jerking frantically as he dug his fingers on her hips painfully. Desperate rocking motion as Levi groaned breathlessly, until he did one last hash trust as deep as possible. Throwing his head backwards, messy wet hairs from the sweat falling as his lips parted in a broken moan. His cock throbbed in that tight and warm heat and cum kept pushing out. Filling up such a welcoming body.

Levi rocked his orgasm through it, as his even not taking a bit more of pleasure was sinful. Her body kept spasming and fluttering at the sensation. It felt absurdly warm as it felt too hot and too much of it. He kept on jerking as he continued to empty himself, it was just never ending. Pushing deeper as if it was even possible.

There was a blissful moment of fulfilment as ragged chunks of air left each pair of parted lips.  Tiredness took over as he felt accomplished, but it was just momentarily. The idea, the urge, of doing it all over again, and again until it took. Until he was convinced that she was with child, with his child. Calloused hand feeling the bulge of him still steadily inside wasn’t enough, the only sensation that will overpass that was feeling her round with child.

“Ah-! Lev- wait” She murmured out as she felt him moving again.

Being a housewife wasn’t that bad, being humanity’s strongest soldier’s wife wasn’t a bad title either. People recognized her in the streets when they were together. Older women eager to pinch the cheeks of their chunky boy. Everybody congratulated her, such a big and healthy boy. She could only quietly smile. Little she had to complain, or so she convinced herself of.

Levi was eager to make sure her only work was to stay at home and raise their kid. If it wasn’t that she should be thankful to be able to just enjoy a relaxed pregnancy, no obligations other than staying quiet on her condition. It was that the baby was too small yet, needing her undivided attention. Or maybe Levi’s strict demands on how the house should be kept up to his standards. There was always something, anything, keeping her closed up there. She felt locked up in a cage that everybody said she should be thankful of.

She missed anything that wasn’t reduced to him, anything that made her feel sparkles of freedom.

“I was wondering…” she murmured quietly as she did the dishes, her back giving to him as he read paperwork in the attached room. She knew he could hear her, he heard everything “that maybe I should volunteer in the town’s school, they said they need a new teacher.”

The silence from his part was gnawing at her sanity. The footsteps against the wooden floor as he grew closer.

“Don’t you think you already have your hands full?” spitted up words as he commented. His fingers caressing the hairs close to her ear.

“The baby could stand a couple of hours without me already,” She slightly turned to her right, smiling unsure. Trying to find any sparkle of permission in his eyes.

His hand stopped touching her face and travelled down her arm to her hip.

“If you’ve so much free time, why don’t you give me a baby girl this time? To keep you company while I’m gone,”

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[quills-of-freedom]

Short Story ~

The Farmhand Father 🌾

Male bodied reader X Historia

Warnings: 18+ NSFW smut. Breeding kink. Size kink. innocence tainting. Seducing. Orgasm denial. Slight pillow Princess Historia.

You remember mere hours ago that cute face of Historia blushing deeply, squirming in such a shy way, you thought it was absolutely adorable. Her huge, sky blues’ glancing away nervously, her hands behind her back a sure sign of her feeling uncomfortable as she confessed her desires for you.

This powerful, high queen dressed now in normal clothes as she came to your farm escorted by her two most trusted guards.

You blink, her words melting into a blur as if you were receiving some awful news.

Yet, it couldn’t be further from the truth.

Queen Historia. In all her royal glory. Someone who had visited your farm a fair few occasions. Nothing special. Royal duties and all that. You had been in awe at her beauty - as were most. She was straight from a fairy tale. Innocent, pure and sweet.

No.

She wasn’t like she were from a fairy tale. Historia was the physical manefestation of inspiration to write the most gorgeous queen in the land. The most dangerous calling siren; her luring beauty so hazardously tempting.

You had to admit it, you were more than surprised to see her at your door, still looking devine even in nicely pressed civilian clothes.

“And so, due to royal duties I must produce an heir, to keep the Riess bloodline and - ”

You were sure you’d heard her but your mind just wasn’t accepting it. This had to be a dream. There was no way this was actually happening.

Perhaps you’d fallen and hit you head on the horse plough again and this was some weird coma dream. You were sure to wake up to those two Colten boys from the next farm over annoying you by trespassing. The usual, fantasy free life.

“Of course, I understand if you don’t want to. Please don’t feel forced because I am your queen. It’s just… You are my first choice. I’ve wanted you for some time.” Her crimson face glances away.

You already felt your cock twitch at the mere words of her suggesting what she was.

It was torture every single time she’s visited to boost morale of the farmworkers. Her graceful form would float in, her delicate frame surprisingly strong as she even helped out with certain tasks, her kindness overflowing, pouring into the hearts of her citizens.

God what you wouldn’t give just to smell her…

The amount of times you’d tugged yourself stupid, panting her name and imagineing her little pussy stretching around your colossal cock.

Boy was she in for a shock.

You hold yourself steady, your mouth watering with excitement. You did well to hide it. Surely if she knew how desperate you were for her, the extent of the yearning for her would surely make her rethink her decision.

You sit tense - still not really allowing yourself to believe this was real.

“What about your guards?” You ask, trying your hardest to keep your words steady.

She glanced back out of your living room window, the guards waiting by her carriage at the bottom of your large yard.

“They’ve been told to stay put. But, I don’t mean we do this right now. I want you, I do. But shouldn’t we get to know each other a bit more?”

Shit.

Now she was within your grasp, you couldn’t risk her changing her mind. This was an opportunity of a life time. And you’d be damned if she gave up her innocence to some soldier.

But what could you do?

You most certainly were not going to force yourself upon her. You weren’t a monster. Also, even if you were, you would probably be executed for such a thing.

And rightly so.

Your mind races as she stands up to excuse herself.

“It’ll allow you some time to think. I’ll be back here in one month from now.”

A whole month?!

30 whole days of knowing she wanted you, was wet for you and might change her mind at any given time?! No way were you about to let that happen.

You spring to your feet, throat now suddenly dry.

“Historia. If I may…?” You hold out your hand feigning patience.

You’re thrilled when her satin soft palm lands within yours, a touch you’d craved for the longest time. A gasp escapes her as you sit back down and pull her comfortably onto your lap. Her heart hammering with excitement as this strapping farmer she had been wanting for a while now pulls her down with such bold strength.

Her lips stay parted and that cute magenta tone etches her cheeks.

“Of course. Let’s get to know one another better.” You sneer. “There’s something I must warn you about.”

“Oh?” She sings in surprise as you allow yourself to finally inhale her scent. Her warm form on your lap was enough - your monster cock growing, yawing and stretching itself awake.

You swivel her around so she’s now straddling you as you lean back further into the chair, your hands firmly caressing her thighs as her crotch sits on your solid errection.

Her eyes widen, nails slightly dig into your skin reflexively when she feels the sheer size and girth of you. Her thighs subconsciously squeeze together as that Magenta colour deepens into more of a crimson hue.

“Oh… I…” She stammers, squirming uncomfortably.

She didn’t think it would be possible to want you more. You’d certainly caught her eye and she’d thought about you often, wondering how you were doing and wether or not you saw her the way she did you. And now, feeling your huge beast beneath her ceased all of her cognitive functions.

“Would that be okay, my sweetheart?” You coo, brushing her hair from her face and holding back a sneer.

You needed this to work.

You. A mere farmer about to fuck the queen. The innocent, pure queen who no one else had fucked (male anyway). You didn’t mind the rumours that she had dated a fellow female soldier in her cadet days. She’s still untainted by sinful cock.

Beneath your cool exterior was a panicked inferno of hazed lust. There was no possible way she was walking out of that door without being fucked by you, now you felt the warmth of her pussy rolling through the cloth of her panties under that skirt as her legs splayed across you.

Historia’s blood ran hot and she was close to crumbling.

“I need to go.” She muttered yet didn’t make a move. Her eyes were still wide - her mind telling her to leave but her body refusing to let her.

Your fingers snake up to her waist before you begin you push her back and forth, her slit rubbing against your large buldge.

“I just wanted to make sure.” You mutter, your soft facade quickly falling away as you have her warmth massaging you, moving her small form with such ease. “Before you go. I need you to be sure. I need you to really feel me. To know what you’re going to be having.”

Her face deepens in colour as warm, beautiful sensations caress her clit and folds as you rock her up and down against your length what was now throbbing; aching to be released and inside of her.

Wit great restraint, you prevent yourself from running your hands all over her. If you come on any stronger it would surely break the spell. You had to wait for the right moment.

“y-yes. Of course.” She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling as you push her down a little harder, your groan being held back.

“You’re so beautiful.” You marvel, as if it was your first time noticing it.

Her hands suddenly and quickly run up your chest as she leans forward with a moan and crashes her lips against yours, her hips now grinding against you on their own accord, your hands now free to roam up her back as her hands run through your hair with desperation.

You sneer into her mouth, her lust too far gone for her to notice as this beautiful woman rubs against you frantically like a cat in heat, moaning into your mouth.

“I need you.” She breathes, rubbing her head anywhere she could against you. “Please don’t let me go. I need you now. Please have me… Oh please…”

With a grunt you get to your feet, her body wrapped around you as you carry her towards your bedroom. Your tongue swirled around her sweet little mouth, devouring her as you lock your door behind you and lower her down onto your bed.

“Jesus, Historia…” You gasp when you see a wet patch on your trousers where she’d been sitting.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaks, mortified. You didn’t think there were a deeper shade of red on the colour spectrum as she slithers in embaressment.

“Don’t be.” You breathe, removing your damp pants and springing your cock free.

She gasps at the sight of your huge dick, it’s fat head gleaming with malice as it almost angrily pulses and throbs, demanding entrence inside of her.

Pushing her legs up harshly, you put your face close to her soaked crotch, finally inhaling her scent before you encase your mouth around her, sucking the moisture from the material - your hot breath feeling heavenly as her head throws back.

She’d never wanted a man so much in her life. Nor had she been so turned on in all of her twenty one years.

You continue to suck and hum, your wish finally coming true. You couldn’t wait to ruin her tiny frame, your fingers hooking at the cloth and pulling them down her legs.

“Please, don’t stop.” She pleads.

You glance down at her bloom that sat neatly between her legs.

Thick ropes of slick covered her small pink lips, her hunger making it twitch and clench, her insides spasming and trying to grab onto anything it could to ingest.

“fuck…” You sigh before leaning down and running your tongue up, moaning at her taste.

“Ah~!” She cries out in Hysteria, her back bending and hands gripping your sheets as you run your tongue painfully slow over her clit.

You had to give her the best orgasm of her life. You would go insane having her then not being able to again.

You take a fingertips and push it against her warm hole. You weren’t sure how your were going to fit inside of her.

You’d make it fit.

Your name leaves her lips over and over as you insert your index, her insides instantly pulling you inside with glee.

Suddenly you pull away, leaving her starving as you make her way up her stomach, removing her shirt.

“You can’t cum yet…” You explain as your trembling fingers removes her coverings. “It needs to be huge and at the same time as me. Best chance of becoming pregnant.”

She nods, pained but understanding.

“Gonna fill your pretty pussy with my hot cum…” You groan into her as her now freed breasts are caressed by your mouth. “Get you nice and full with me. Gonna breed you like a pedigree bitch.”

She whines at your words, your name repeating over and over as you kiss her breasts as if they were her mouth; tongue lapping and swirling around her pink nubs, lips smacking loudly against her soft, clean skin.

You lean back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Queen Historia, a flustered quivering and pleading mess - naked and splayed on your bed.

“Let’s get you a little used to my size, huh?” You grunt, pupils dilated with a predatory hunger, pushing her arms up by her head and hovering above her chest removing your shirt with one hand.

You push your leaking head to her mouth.

“Kiss it.” You command.

She does so immediately, her mouth pouting as she presses it against you, smearing your messy liquids around her lips. Rocking your hips you grab her hair with one hand pushing her mouth down. Her jaw is wide and you can only get her lips just past your huge head.

Hissing loudly you push her as far as she’ll go, her eyes tragically beautiful as they water at your size her warm mouth sealed tightly around you; her tongue flat as you rock her head by her hair, her stifled moans loud and hysteric.

“Shi~~~t…” You sigh, as she gags and chokes, the back of her throat spasming around you, pulling her faster as you thrust into her, now with two hands as you push yourself up higher onto your knees.

“You’ve never had your mouth around a dick before, huh?” You ask.

She shakes her head, wet lashes fluttering with blinks before they roll with another loud choke.

You pull out, allowing her some air, ropes of her saliva sticking to you, keeping you connected to her mouth.

She whines your name after her gasp of oxygen before you push yourself back in, thrusting harder than before, your grip on her hair nice and tight as you skull fuck your queen.

“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll only ever want my cock.” You hum, sneering as her eyes roll furher, the squelching noises like music to your ears. One final deep thrust and you pull out, your orgasm brewing at a dangerously high speed.

“Take me, please!” She begs. “I need you inside of me! I’ll do anything… Please!”

Panting you spread her legs, the arousal of you fucking her mouth now a wet patch on your bedsheets. Taking the bottom of your shaft you line up to her heat. You can already feel her walls trying to pull you in from within her. You sluggishly rub your thumb againt her external g spot, pushing yourself forward.

She cries out loudly, her spine folding backwards and head tilting as your head squishes into her tiny hole.

“It’s s'so big… Ah~! I’m so full!”

“Oh baby…” You frown. “My head isnt even fully in you yet.”

She whines in response as you slowly rock yourself, your angry errection tainting her with its poison, her purity ebbing away with each push, each millimetre that slides inside.

“So fuckin’ tight.” Your moan is desperate, hungry and predatory.

Glancing down you see her lips splitting apart at your girth, the pink colour washing out into a faded white as they attempt to swallow you.

“y/n!” She warns. “I can’t. It’s too good!”

You were inside of her now. You were too far gone to care as her entrance begins to spasm at the delicious full feeling of you, her orgasm hitting her hard as she silent screams, her eyes rolling.

“Fuck…” Your mouth waters as she gets even wetter, her ridged tunnel attempting to pull you in deeper. You take this opportunity, harshly thrusting into her while her mind was swirling in the void. You jut forward as your head finally passed her entrance, just as she comes back around.

You can’t believe your eyes as you see the bump of your head pushing up against the flesh of her lower stomach - the sight alone almost making blow your thick load.

Historia is now extremely needy, her hands pulling you down and her lips taking yours faithfully as she sobs.

“S'so… Good. Ah~! Don’t ever s'stop. Baby…”

“Never.” You grunt pushing further into her.

“I can’t… I’m going… Again…!”

Your eyebrows fly up in surprise as her nails sink into your back as she clings to you for dear life, holding you as close to her as possible as she cums once more around you.

Your eyes furrow closed. It was getting harder and harder not to cum and you hadn’t even thrusted yet. You still weren’t fully sheathed. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten cocky and fucked her sweet mouth.

You finally push yourself fully into her as her tongue lolls from her mouth.

“s'so full ah~! Y/n.”

You begin to slowly dip into her, her snug insides so warm and tight, embracing your length lovingly, clamping and dancing around you in joy.

“I can’t… Go back ” she suddenly groans. “Not without you. Without this. Come back with me. Fuck me whenever I please. Your queen commands it.”

Had you died and gone to heaven?

You nod. “Sure.”

“Fuck me like this every night. I’ll just lie here and your size alone can just… Ah~! Again~!”

Your dick is squeezed again, as she cums for a third time without much effort on your part.

“Fuck me over and over. Keep impregnating me. Only your cock is good enough, y/n. Yes! YES!”

Those words pushed you over the edge as well as her greedy tiny cunt sucking out your essence.

“Historia. I’m gonna cum.”

“Give me it all.” She sobs. “I want every last drop!”

Your pace quickens your hand grabbing and tugging her hair once more.

“Your dick is the only one I’ve had. And only one I ever will. It’s too good not to own. It’s mine now. Fuck me, please!” She cries out as she cums yet again.

You roar as your thick, hot cream splurges out of you, colliding with her cervix as she milks you dry. It sure as hell felt like she was taking every last drop - your orgasm going on and on. Your cum is leaking out of her stretched lips by the time you’ve filled her to the brim - her eyes in the back of her head and mouth open.

She’d meant it too. You didn’t even have time to pack your stuff after you’d recovered as she whisked you away to her carriage. Admittedly, she was walking a little weirdly for a few days after.

#male reader #historia x reader #historia x male reader #historia smut #historia snk #historia aot #historia

[i-like-anything-water]

I have- (Crashes into a tree) -Returned!!

Here's a Chloenette thought: What are your thoughts on a possible Chloenette AU where Queen Bee replaces Chat Noir as Ladybug's partner? Also, what do you think Chloe's Top Ten Favorite Anime are?

I've read a fic about this but my thoughts personally would be Chloé discovering someone is capable of putting her in place without the need to resort to blackmail, smear campaigns, money or even violence. Then she realizes she's gay xD.

I kinda want angst for LadyBee actually. Fluff is more of a MariBee thing for me and LadyBee just has that tension that's different from Chloenette but is still magnetic in a way where:

'You should have left me. They got away."

"And let you die?!"

"I can fix everything. I have a cure!"

"You can't fix the fear everytime I see you hurt. You cannot fix the part of me that dies everytime you almost do."

Or they could be a comrades to lovers to discovering their real identities kind of thing but I really like the first one. The angst, hurt/comfort and slow building of trust through both wins and losses until everything is too far in deep and they don't know if they could choose the world or the other if faced with the decision.

I can't give ten since I only watched a few and I cannot include some since I think it's not Chloé's taste but some of them are probably:

I'm In Love with the Villainess

Citrus (first wlw she found but I think it's not really her cup of tea)

Bloom Into You (again, as a baby gay)

JJK (found a Nobara x female character edit/fan art)

AOT (mainly stayed for Ymir x Historia

Demon Slayer (this is kinda 50/50 but she could have gotten on board cause of Adrien)

Sailor Moon (Need I say more)

#asks #chloe bourgeois #chloenette #marinette dupain cheng

[hartmannyoukaigirl]

i cant stop thinking abt the official aot highschool au.. usually i am So disinterested in irl and school aus but in this case it is a bit fun because isyama himself came up w it and he made it so stereotypically 2000s american highschool movie themed in a somehow not annoying or bad way

( unhinged rambling ensues )

i literally. do not even like those types of movies. but to imagine the very tragic aot cast in such a light hearted setting is fun and interesting

especially because the characters are every so slightly different and ngl i still want isayama to kill himself bc of the ending but he cooked with that AU

Eren in that au is soooo painfully average but has a bit of edge to him. it is Still Small but its There and i so badly want to draw him going through character development and amping up that edge to 999

And. Also. Itll be a ship comic IF i make it but i dont want to bc i don't rlly like drawing ships

it'll be ao cringy though, and not my usual kind of cringe it is actually in the normie twitter/facebook direction which is why im hesitant and kinda ashamed i even want to draw such a normie thing. my elitism has gotten the better of me

I talked b4 abt how eren and historia are kinda not a bad ship!! and in that au they actually had peak interactions and its. like. its fun to imagine the ( not ) average ( not ) lame nobody of the school eren end up with THE queen bee historie in that au. Their dynamic would be a bit cool although SO STEREOTYPICAL. BUT THATS PRECISELY THE POINT

to explain

in that au historia hates being popular and having a dedicated simp circle ( which she does ) but she's also a bit stuck up. just. a bit. but she doesn't enjoy it

and my girl. has been lowkey fixating on eren anyways because he was kinda the lame loser of the school and when he ended up with geniune friends she GOT JEALOUS and

a whole dramatic arc ensues that ends with her crying bc of bullying and chad eren saves her by lying and taking the blame so she blushes n goes kyaaaa eren ?!?!!!? ( written by the man who ruined the story for eren x m*kasa btw. ) and it ENDS THERE

So. That made me think of me continuing the story aa a fanfic ( drawn doujin ) where eren !! eren :3 :) pays a bit more attention to her because it made me sad how he fr moved on while she still has her dedicated fake simp circle

IN CANON. she loses her beloved gf and gets depressed and it is eren who cheers her up and says she doesnt have to act bubbly or cute or a good girl that he likes her better as her true self :) this cheers her up and makes her gain confidence and. then. eren discovers he kinda chomped his dad and gets depressed and it is historia who says fuck his dad useless bastard anyways & it is better to be selfish and move on for one's own sake. and says theyre the enemies of Humanities and despite the many crimes their families did it doesn't matter and theyll be different ( THEN EREN BECOMES 1000X WORSE LMAO LETS GOO 80% GENOCIDE 💯💯 ) this cheers eren up and makes him Stop being suicidal and actually move forward ( based historia i wish she went on with the 100% seflish personality before isayama ruined her )

OK SO MY POINT IN THE HIGHSCHOOL AU. ITD BE FUNNY IF THEY WENT THROUGH A SIMIALR DEVELOPMENT BUT WITHOUT THE STAKES AND DRAMA AND TRAGEDY OF CANON

where

it is a simple development where eren tells her she doesnt have to be the perfect cute bubbly feminine girl of the school and can just be herself. similar to what he told her in canon. hiatoria goes ?!?!?!??! :"O :") and also >///< and a bit 👉👈 and yknow how it is

Eren also starts noticing her a bit more & hanging out with her and becomes her first real actual friend !! yayayya :3 u could say eren also starts liking her after she shows more of her true personality and stops being stuck up also. yknow. lets go of her super popular fame

but thats just my thoughts. i had the story for a fake dating au ( 💀💀💀💀 I AM ACTUALLY REGRESSING ) bc thats kinda similar to what happened in the canon au !! except yknow as fake dating aus go it stops being fake ( UR KIDDING I WOULDVE NEVER NOTICED ) & they get together 👏👏

MY POINT IN ALL OF THIS

I WANT TO DESIGN THEM BOTH IN PUNK CLOTHINF. THANK U AND GN

#literally unhinged rambling #idk what im even saying or getting at

[cosmicjoke]

Hi!

I just saw a post hating Levi for choking Historia, actually I have seen so many people hate on him for that scene alone.

They literally don't get the intensity of the situation survey crops were in. Like Levi HAD to do that in order to get Historia to finally make her mind. Also that scene was really important in Historia's character development too.

Levi is of course very good at reading people he knew that Historia is stubborn and she wants to escape all of this. But she is the only royal blood they have. Erwin gonna get hanged and humanity is in danger if they didn't get this right.

They keep saying "oh he could have just talked it out". Well if Levi really thought Historia is gonna get convinced for it by just talk he would've, also Historia already made up her mind that she isn't capable but it isn't about being capable here in the moment it's about getting a real royal blood on throne.

he just wanted to make her submit to that somehow. Choking her would do that without much harm.

Also he must have felt ridiculous having to do that to her but he had no choice.

What are your thoughts regarding that scene and what it tells about both Levi's and Historia's characters?

And why did Levi smile when Historia punched him? I still am a bit confused on that.

Hi there,

Well, I've talked about this particular scene a lot in the past. People, as usual when they're hating on Levi, completely misunderstand it and what he was doing.

First of all, I always need to point out, because apparently people don't actual know what the definition of "choking" is, but Levi was never choking Historia. He picked her up by the collar of her shirt, but he never actually put his hands around her neck or throat. He never hurt her. I don't know why people can't get this through their thick skulls.

But just to give a brief answer to your question, what people also fail to realize about this scene, and why Levi reacted the way he did, was because Historia was basically endangering countless lives because she was too busy having a pity-party for herself to see what was happening. Her immediate reaction to hearing that she's of royal decent and will need to take on the role of queen in order for the coup to work, is to refuse it. She doesn't even think about it, it's just a knee jerk reaction. And her reasoning for this is because, she says, she "can't", she isn't worthy or good enough to take on that kind of role. In other words, there's no reason at all. She's feeling sorry for herself, and in so doing, threatening not only the lives of her comrades, who, if the coup were to fail, would all be rounded up and executed, but it would also cause a civil war within Paradis between the military factions and the crown and nobility, leading to untold numbers of deaths. Basically, Levi was reacting emotionally here because Historia was threatening to undo everything, endangering the lives of her comrades and countless others, and threatening to plunge Paradis into absolute chaos all because, again, she was feeling sorry for herself. So Levi got pissed.

No, it wasn't Levi's best moment, but it's not anywhere near what people try to paint it as, which is that they claim Levi was being "abusive" toward a young girl. He wasn't abusing Historia. He just got upset because she was being a total idiot.

Furthermore, we have to remember that Levi, along with Hange, had also just engaged in actual torture, for the sole purpose of retrieving the information they needed in order to execute Erwin's plan for a coup, that information being that Historia was the rightful heir to the throne. Levi and Hange both dirtied their hands in the extreme and took on the role of "monster" in order to gain this information, and once again, Historia was threatening to render their sacrifice in taking that step meaningless because she felt insecure. I don't think either Levi or Hange felt particularly great about having to torture another human being to get the information they needed. It was weighing heavy on both their minds, and we know this from Hange's angered reaction afterward, and Levi's monologue, when he talks about taking on the role of a monster so that the rest of humanity doesn't have to. Again, Levi is trying to impress upon Historia the fact that all of their sacrifices, everything they've worked for, and the ultimate success of their plan, hinges on her accepting her role as queen, and if she doesn't, then it will all have been for naught. The same way Levi can't bear the thought of letting his comrades die for nothing, he also can't bear the thought of committing monstrous acts like torture for nothing. Again, he was just upset because Historia was being stupid and selfish.

Anyway, to answer your last question, about why Levi smiled when Historia punched, it's an interesting one.

I think the reason Levi smiles, at least in part, is because she's finally come into her own and is acting with confidence and authority, at last. She's no longer cowering away from her own autonomy or ability to choose. That she works up the courage to punch Levi, who everyone is generally afraid of, is testament to that. Levi always wants everyone to be able to choose for themselves, to choose their own path, and make their own choices. And Historia's boldness here is essentially her doing that. It's like her maturation as a person.

I also tend to think Levi smiled and thanked all of them because they'd all been through so much together, and even though they'd all come to see what Levi himself was capable of, that is, killing and torturing other people, they still respected and cared for him, and understood him and where he was coming from. They were no longer condemning him or writing him off as having something wrong with him, like they had been at the beginning of that particular arc. They'd come to understand that the battle they were facing wasn't so moralistically black and white as they'd previously believed, that it wasn't as simple as "good" vs "evil", and that they couldn't flatly condemn any among their number for their actions alone, without understanding the context of those actions. I think Levi probably felt understood and seen by all of them for really the first time since he'd made them into his new Special Operations Squad. I think he felt a connection with them in that moment that he hadn't before.

This is also after Levi's conversation with Kenny, where Kenny at last reveals to him that it wasn't his fault that Kenny abandoned him. I think Levi had been carrying around the sense his whole life that there WAS something wrong with him, and that was likely in part, a large part, due to Kenny's abandonment of him. Levi calls himself "abnormal" during his monologue in the Uprising Arc, and I think he means it. Kenny finally revealing the truth to him must have been a massive weight off of Levi's shoulders, and his new squad coming up to him and actually acting playful with him, instead of being frightened of him, I think is like a reaffirmation for him that maybe he isn't abnormal, after all. I think his squad makes him feel normal, in that moment, makes him feel like a human being, and that's why he smiles and thanks them all. I think it's Levi finally feeling accepted.

#Levi Ackerman #Historia Reiss #attack on titanm #shingkei no kyojin

[underthetree845]

could i get a story (or maybe some headcannons) about armin meeting the reader at a masquerade ball and instantly falling in love 👀

Saturn! Hello lovely <33

First of all I just want to say thank you for requesting this?? It was so much fun to write! (´♡‿♡`) I hope this didn’t take too long, I think you put in this request about a week ago. I ended up making it longer than initially planned, I hope this is at least close to what you had in mind!

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Sense and Sensibility

Armin/Reader (Oneshot)

Cws: masquerade ball, AFAB reader, fem reader (you wear a ballgown), reader can make literary references/seems to enjoy books, snk spoilers, post ending, chief ambassador of the allied nations armin, love at first sight, ballroom dancing, soulmates if you squint, open-ended ending 

About 3.8k words

Summary: Armin Arlert, Chief of The Allied Nations, attends a masquerade ball with the rest of the crew and meets someone who finds a place in his heart faster than he ever thought possible. A/n: For context, the masquerade was set up in Marley to be attended by ambassadors and generals from many different countries so they could mingle without any set of prejudices; think the crowd that showed up for Willy Tybur’s speech. Also, for those who don’t know, the title is based on a novel written by Jane Austen and published in 1811 (meaning that, based on their technology, it likely would have actually existed in the time period that aot takes place in!).

Blue eyes lost themselves more with each printed word as the crisp smell of paper drifted into his nose. It had always been an amicable scent. Delicate fingers swiped at the pages, a spine rested comfortably in his palm. Wisps of blonde hair hung over his forehead which he tucked back every so often in an effort to make them hold the style he had brushed them back into earlier.

“What kind of man reads in a corner at a party like this?” a familar voice quipped, his polished shoes coming to a halt on the pattern of the marble floor. Armin was quick to snap his book shut and slip it back into the pocket on the inside of his jacket. He straightened himself from the wall.

“I just don’t see the point,” Armin said with disconsolance and Jean quirked an eyebrow, “I’d much rather meet these people face to face. Don’t get me wrong, this party is very nice, but we’re not even able to talk about any of the things we really should be behind all these masks.” 

“No one talks much about war crimes and peace treaties at these sorts of events, Armin. Social functions like this are just a part of their society,” the taller man replied, studying his drink for a moment before tipping it at his lips, “We have to engrain ourselves.” 

“And as soon as we take off these masks? How will they see us when they know who we are? When they know what we are?” Armin asked, cocking his head to the side to lock eyes with Jean as he let out a sigh. “You need a drink, my friend,” Jean decided, downing the rest of whatever he had been poured and scanning the room for anyone nearby holding a tray. 

Jean wandered off in search of more drinks, but Armin didn’t wait for him, instead deciding that he was desperately in need of a quieter place to engage with his book. 

Most everyone Armin knew seemed to be doing just fine. Historia really butterflied in this type of setting into her role as Queen. Just like during her days in the Survey Corps, people seemed drawn to her warmth like moths to a flame. Armin hadn’t caught a glimpse of her the entire night in a moment when she hadn’t been chatting with at least several ambassadors. 

Jean seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit, not that Armin expected any less. Even when they were both fifteen, Jean’s motivation for enlisting as a cadet had been to climb the ranks and eventually live a finer life with the Military Police in the interior. Funny what a simple change of perspective can do to a person.

A shimmery flash of red caught the corner of Armin’s eye and he glanced to the side. The crimson dress suited Mikasa well, he thought. It almost matched the color of the scarf she used to wear- only now her collarbone was bare except for the weight of a pretty pearl necklace resting comfortably and complimenting her white gloves. She used them to adjust her mask every now and again, Armin could tell she felt slightly uneasy with the limited vision that came with the sturdy garment. 

He couldn’t honestly say he was a huge fan either. The mask he wore was pure white; lace, beads, and feathers adorning the fabric. It mostly stood out amongst the rest of his outfit. The tie he wore was black and his suit a deep navy. Jean had even insisted that he buy a cologne to wear to the ball, saying that “If they won’t be able to see your face, you have to make good impressions in other ways.” The blonde tried out a few different scents on the small slips of paper next to each bottle, eventually settling on one that somehow reminded him of the ocean. 

The sounds of the party died down and Armin let out a sigh, breathing in the tranquility of the night air and resting his elbows on the cool stone railing of the balcony. He slid the hardcover out of his pocket and flipped it open for a moment before lowering it and looking out. Armin looked out into the deepness. Down onto the thicket of trees, the flickering of the town’s lights beyond that, and just a little bit further, the rolling waves of the sea. When he tried, he seemed to be able to will the sound of the tide louder in his ears. It reflected the moon like a kind of dream. It was a dream; his dream. It almost felt wrong to Armin to be looking from the other side. For so long he dreamt of being a part of what laid on the other side of that big salt lake. What would he have thought if- 

“Sense and Sensibility?” 

The book fumbled in Armin’s hands, he almost dropped it off the ledge as he whipped his body to the side to see who had approached him. He was about to answer their question when the words died on his tongue. 

He tried so hard not to gape, but found his efforts fruitless. 

The white folds of fabric hung to the floor and swayed gently in the breeze. Pearls and embroideries of gold dripped off the dress around her collarbone, swirling up into lace sleeves. They were tied with white ribbons and went down to her elbows, the same ribbon that had been used to make a bow in her soft-looking hair. Glittering trinkets of metal and jewels hung around her neck and wrists. She wore a teardrop shaped pair of pearl earrings embedded in gold. Her mask was a royal shade of blue, adorned with gold thread and beads, and Damn, Armin thought, those eyes. 

It took a considerable amount of time for Armin to realize that he was supposed to generate a reply, and by then your expression had morphed into one of polite confusion. 

“Yes! Sorry, please forgive me, yes, you are correct,” Armin said in one breath, his hand involuntarily coming up to scratch the back of his undercut, “That is the title of the book I am reading.” 

Your expression seemed to soften a bit, the corners of your eyes crinkling at his endearing display. Armin felt a boyish sense of shyness take over his body. 

“It’s a good book,” you conversed, and a grin was quick to spread across his face. So rarely did he meet someone who held a knack or fascination for literature quite like his own.

“You’ve read it, then?” he inquired, awkwardly aiming to shove the hardcover back in his jacket pocket while not taking his eyes off of the way you seemed to glow in the moonlight. 

“When I was thirteen,” you nodded affirmatively, tucking a loose bit of hair behind your ear in a way that made Armin weak in the knees. 

There was another pause.

“So, what are you doing out here?” the blonde asked, straightening his posture from the railing, “Shouldn’t you be inside enjoying the party?” 

“I could ask you the same question,” the corners of your lips quirked up, and Armin felt his cheeks go hot. Hypocrite. 

“Right, sorry, I just-” he choked out, a nervous chuckle falling from his mouth.

“No no, I should apologize,” you giggled, folding your hands neatly in front of your skirt, “To answer your question, I just kind of wanted a break from all those people.” 

“Ah…” Armin realized, “Sorry then, you must have been displeased to find someone already here. I can leave, if you want.” 

He took a half step away and was about to take another when you came a little closer to stop him. 

“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others,” you quoted, the rustle of the trees behind you, the breeze cool on Armin’s skin. The air stilled for a moment. You bore your gaze into his until his blue eyes lit up. 

“...Was that from- was that Jane Austen?” Armin blinked once, and you brought your hands together with a clap. “Yes, yes it was! No one has ever gotten that before!” you beamed at him, and Armin could’ve sworn the stars shined just a little bit brighter. 

He barely registered as you turned your head when someone beckoned you inside. His eyes were glued to you as you waved at him. They lingered on your form as you disappeared inside, and once you were gone, he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. Armin wobbled slightly and leaned backwards against the railing, one hand over his chest and the other for support gripping onto the stone. The party continued on inside but the sounds were drowned out by the rapid thumping of Armin’s own heartbeat in his ears.

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He barely registered the sideways glances he got as he wandered inside. He searched- for you? For Jean, or Mikasa? For an exit? The sound of his footsteps sped up. For anyone? Someone? For an answer to the flurry of questions running through his mind?

“Ah-!” Armin let out a squawk as he came into contact with something, halting his walk and train of thought. Armin stumbled slightly and looked forward to meet a pair of comforting brown eyes looking back into his with slight disquiet. “Please excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,” Onyankopon said politely, placing his hand on Armin’s shoulder, “I think this young man and I are due for a chat.” 

“Here son, drink this,” the man said gently, offering over a glass of something clear and icy. Armin looked up at him suspiciously. “Don’t worry, it’s just water.” 

Armin accepted the glass with a sigh, finally feeling his head clear up as the cool liquid ran down his throat. Flashes of your two minute encounter played over and over again in his mind.

“Thank you,” Armin let out a bated breath. 

“Is something troubling you? You looked like a startled fawn when you ran into me,” Onyankopon questioned, taking the cup from Armin’s hand when he finished, setting it on top of the nearest white-clothed table. 

“I… don’t really know the answer myself,” the blonde replied. He was shifting in his spot, repeatedly adjusting the lapels of his suit. In contrast to the boy's usual attentive attitude in conversation, his eyes continually shifted to linger on the crowd.

“Well it seems to me like something’s happened,” Onyankopon replied, “If you tell me what it is, maybe I can be of help.” 

Armin seemed to contemplate for a moment, deciding how to word his thoughts. 

“Have you ever felt… a really strong connection to someone?” he asked hesitantly. 

“Depends on how you mean,” Onyankopon touched his chin in thought, “but I suppose so, yes.” 

“But…” Armin sighed, “so strong that you just met them and after having a two minute conversation you can’t stop thinking about them and you don’t think you’ll be able to go on without talking to them at least one more time?” 

How could Armin even begin to explain his situation? He should’ve organized his thoughts before confiding in someone else about it. How could he even be sure himself what the feeling in the pit of his stomach is, or why his eyes kept darting to every white dress he catches out of the corner of his eye. He found it equally thrilling and terrifying.  

“Armin, are you in love?” Onyankopon's lips quirked, and Armin could tell he was trying not to smile by the way his eyes sparkled behind his golden mask. 

“In love?” Armin dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand, “How could anyone fall in love just like that? I don’t even know her name.” He ignored the way his heart jumped at the thought. 

"So there is a her?" Onyankopon raised an eyebrow. Armin flushed slightly.

“Love at first sight doesn’t work like most people seem to think,” the older man explained gently, “Love is a feeling built on trust, which takes time to build up. I think love at first sight refers to when you meet someone for the first time, and you just feel comfortable around them in a way you can’t explain. They look into your eyes and you can see each other’s souls. You know it would work, there isn’t a doubt in your mind. You get just a little taste of that deep trust, and it’s enough to make you fall a little in love.” 

“What’s a soul?” Armin's head tilted.

Onyankopon let out a sigh. 

“I understand what you’re trying to say, I just…” Armin trailed off, earning Onyankopon’s hand on his shoulder. “I think the best thing you can do right now is find them and try to talk to them again. If you feel that same spark, don’t let it slip away,” the man smiled warmly and Armin nodded in response. Onyankopon patted him on the back before turning away to return to his previous conversation. 

Armin did search for you, in fact he was prepared to search the entire night if need be. Much to his dismay, the next face he recognized was not yours. Not that he technically knew was it looked like, but Armin was sure he'd be able to recognize it anyway. Jean approached him with a grin tugging on his lips and a certain glimmer in his eye. 

“Armin!” Jean waved, “I couldn’t find you after I went to grab us some drinks, but they’re starting something we’ve got to be involved in.” He slung his arm around Armin’s shoulders, and in one swift motion, began leading him across the crystalline ballroom. 

“Involved in? What do you mean? Like territory negotiations?” Armin perked up, barely keeping his eyes ahead. 

“Even better,” Jean replied. 

Armin tilted his head. “A waltz.” 

Armin had never been more grateful for his habit of picking up random bits of information in his life. Karma could be sweet.

A few weeks back, he just so happened to pick up a book on cultural dances from around the world from a library in Marley. A few weeks back, Historia’s advisors realized that their Queen lacked the ability to twirl properly on the marble floors of the palace. A few weeks back, Armin just so happened to conveniently know a thing or two about ballroom dancing. The rest of the crew just so happened to decide that they needed to know too, and Onyankopon just so happened to be adept in the art. For some reason Armin didn’t find himself surprised by the fact. 

So Armin danced; his touches were feather light on his partner’s waist and back, he cradled their hand 'las if it’s made of the most fragile glass,' as Onyankopon instructed. The chords of the piano hopped around the room. The sound of the violin led every masked face together with a spool of invisible thread. The melody of the flute danced under their feet, allowing them to sway and twirl and float in an almost mindless tradition. 

To think that two weeks ago he could barely step his left foot over his right. 

The whole dance seemed like some kind of performance- dresses and suits weaving between each other, a sweet song floating above their heads. They twirled, smiled, switched partners, and started the same steps all over again. 

Armin was so focused that he almost missed the familiarity of the white silk underneath his fingertips. He almost missed the tinkling of the metal around your neck as you spun into him. He almost missed the familiar hue of the ocean-colored mask that laid around your eyes. Almost, but he would never miss how it felt when you dropped your gaze on him. He could practically feel it under his skin. 

“Fancy meeting you here,” a smile curved onto your lips, which Armin matched. You spun out, then in, he led you by the hand. 

“I was actually looking for you,” he admitted with a bashful grin, mentally shaking off the possibility of having caught the hint of a flush on your cheeks. 

“Really?” your gaze warmed at this. 

“Although I’d rather do it without having to hide…” he added with a mumble. You stepped back, he lifted his arm, you twirled, he pulled you back in. 

“I know what you mean,” you replied, your hand gripping onto his shoulder, “Having important figures get to know each other with no prejudices is a good idea, but I don’t see much of a point if we aren’t allowed to take off our masks at the end.” 

“You get it,” Armin exhaled. A small grin played on your lips. 

“Is that why you were hiding on the balcony?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as he led you in a twirl. 

“I wasn’t hiding… just looking for a more secluded place to read,” he replied with a soft smile. 

Armin stepped back, you both pivoted outwards and away from each other before meeting in perfect coalition, he held your hand.

“Aw, I thought I’d found someone to hide with,” you pouted playfully. Armin admired the way the light shone on your skin as you both spun around. 

He replied with a bashful smile, you seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking up. 

“I was hoping that I’d get the chance to dance with you though,” your grip on his shoulder tightened a little as you spoke. 

“...Are you being serious?” he murmured.

“Completely." Armin felt a flutter in his chest. 

“But why?” the blonde continued, twirling you both inwards and preparing to loosen his grip, “There are so many more interesting people here.” You gave him a look. “I mean,” he said with a half hearted chuckle, “What kind of man reads in a corner at a party like this?”  He looked back up and the two of you locked eyes. “My kind of man,” you replied with a smile. 

His heart squeezed so hard it was almost painful.

In the next moment, you spun out of his grasp; he turned and took someone else into his. The cadence carried him along, but his mind was clouded, desperately trying to decipher your intentions, and consider that Onyankopon may have been onto something.

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“I’m honestly impressed, Armin. You’re usually so sensible. I mean you haven’t even known this woman for a full hour yet!” Jean crossed his arms with a chuckle; the blonde remained unfazed.

“Jean, you weren’t there. You didn’t see her or hear her voice. I just…” Armin placed a hand over his chest with a far-off sigh. “Wow.” 

“I think I’d like to meet her,” Mikasa replied, skepticism bleeding into her tone. 

“So how are you planning on finding her again?” Jean inquired, adjusting the silver watch on his wrist before looking over at his friend again. “You’re at least going to try and get a name, right?” 

“I… don’t really have a plan,” Armin’s face twisted, “But I know what she looks like, so I should be able to find her again.” 

“That’s the spirit,” Jean grinned, “How hard can it be?” 

Apparently, much harder than he expected, as Armin soon discovered.

The first thing he did was inspect the perimeter of the ballroom. Armin traced the tapestries that hung from far above his head and admired the colorful glass windows that made up the dome of the ceiling. 

He also peeked out every door through which one could access the wide stone balcony that wrapped around the whole building. There were specially-built street lamps on the posts and matching lanterns that jutted out from the walls of the palace. The warm illumination made it a good spot for reading. 

Armin politely turned down offers to dance as he made his way across the main part of the floor underneath the stunning crystal chandeliers. 

He wondered how long it took to build up a place like this. Every available surface seemed to have been etched with some intricate pattern or dusted with gold. Additionally, he hadn’t run into a single speck of dust the entire night, making him wonder about the back-breaking labor that the servants must have put in to make this place shine the way it did. 

He peeked into the coat closet, drifted around the tables that lined the perimeter where everyone sat when they wanted to eat, then did it all over again. 

“Armin, we’ve got to go. We couldn’t afford to have a carriage waiting for us the entire night, remember?” Mikasa placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder and nodded her head towards the rather grand entryway to the ballroom. There were cream-colored pillars on either side, a glass window of a sun sitting comfortably on top. 

“That’s only because of the extra tax on the Eldians…” Armin mumbled, taking one last glance at the ballroom before the carved wooden doors shut behind him. 

He inhaled deeply when he stepped outside, not finding it nearly as satisfying as the time before. He descended the marble steps to find the others already waiting on the ground. The chatter and music of the ball were still audible. A certain glow bathed that room and drowned them all while they were in it, now contrasting so greatly with the stillness of the night and the stars twinkling gently above their heads. 

“Where’s Historia?” Armin asked, looking around to find no sign of the woman anywhere. 

Almost as if on cue, an unmistakable voice chimed from behind him. 

“Armin! Sorry, I’m right here! I was just chatting with my acquaintance and she’s leaving too so we decided to walk out together,” Historia smiled politely as she approached, arm interlocked with another figure who trailed slightly behind her. She wore a stunning white dress. 

Armin knew who he’d see before he turned around; he knew the moment he felt your eyes on the back of his head. He felt your gaze in his soul.

You seemed just as pleased, Armin didn’t miss the way your eyes lit up when his blue ones locked with yours. He wondered if doing so would ever stop taking his breath away. 

“So your name is Armin, then?” you said sweetly, Historia drifted away to whisper about something with Mikasa. Armin did his best to suppress the way his heart thrummed when his name rolled so perfectly off his tongue. 

“Yeah, it is,” his hand subconciously came up to scratch the back of his undercut, “Armin Arlert. May I have the pleasure of knowing yours?”

“Y/n L/n,” you grinned and did a little curtsey, “and the pleasure is all mine.” 

Blue eyes trailed along with your form after the goodbyes as you drifted away to your own carriage. He lost himself more with each passing moment, his fingers fiddling lithely with the lapel of his suit. Onyankopon gave Armin a pat on the back and he sighed. They shared a knowing smile before heading off to their separate carriages. 

Yeah… in love… Armin thought, not being able to help the smile that tugged up on his lips, Just like that? Not a chance...

A/n: Not Armin falling in love after one book reference (╥ ω ╥) Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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So... do y'all remember that time I said I wanted to write smth featuring EreHisu x YumiKasa? Welp, it's finally here lol Took me really long to deliver it huh I tried to do them both equally right, but since I did this as Hisu-centric I think it ended up mostly as EreHisu with background YumiKasa 😅 Maybe I will try to give it another go in the future, this time more centered in Ymir, whether I get too bothered about it or whether I get asked for it, whatever happens first lol

Anyways, not proof read! Hope you enjoy! CW: Swingers/EreMika Open Relationship

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. Ever since she met Ymir back in high school, Historias has always thought of her as a carefree soul that wouldn't let herself be caged down by anything or anyone, the kind of person who always took every decision for their own contentment and nothing more And in a way, it attracted her, it made her feel down bad for her in a way that no one was able to, she was everything that she desired to be after all

It was the reason why when she hit rock bottom and she went out of her way to raise her with just the mere use of those damn words, she couldn't help but see her as the only person she would willingly live life with

No matter how her life changed in ways that could never be undone, no matter of much her father loathed her for defying his will, nor how much she had to endure for becoming the "worst girl in the world", nothing mattered as long as she was along her side, not even how wild she was as a person and partner

And yet, she can't help but think about how come she let Ymir convince her to try foursome swingers

Now, this wasn't the first time they have ever brought someone else to their bed, quite the opposite actually, it has been quite recurrent ever since her lover came out with the idea for the first time a few months ago

It was certainly shocking at first, though, nothing she has ever thought about before at all, but it wouldn't be a lie to say that she started to get more interested in it the more she pondered about it, sooner than not ending up with the two of them bringing this girl from Ymir's workplace to their bed and having their first ever experience with someone other than each other

The more the merrier, right?

Still, she can't help but think about drawing the line at some point As much as she loves this side of Ymir that brings her freedom and a nice 180-degree turn to her life as a whole, there is so much mess she was willing to let her girlfriend drag her into Especially when, instead of calling it a day the moment she realizes that said girl won't make it to their monthly night, Ymir decides that it would be a good idea to invite Mikasa out of all the girls they both know The fact that Eren, her boyfriend, came along too, heightened things to the next level

She can only blame Ymir's fixation on the Asiatic girl here, her desire strong enough to make her agree to drag her into this madness regardless of Erens presence, something she knows Ymir wouldn't allow even if her life depended on it

Nonetheless, here she was, her queen-sized bed creaking in pain at the combined weights of four people on top at the same time, the main event coming in the form of tosses and turns from Mikasa's and Ymir's bodies fighting for dominance, making her fear it will break to the ground at any second, at the same time it provided her a sight to behold, the performance they both seemed lost into sending shivers through her body

It was simply too mesmerizing spectacle, to see Ymir subdue herself to someone else's will in a way that she never saw her do even once, the very snarky persona that she showed off on her daily life and every time they were in bed crumpling down at the mere intrusion of Mikasa's fingers in her nether regions, the nasty sound of wet slippery skin being stirred mixing so well along her breathy moans, the ones she tried so hard to cover up and yet managed to blurt out of her almost as a plea of mercy

Maybe it was because it was so foreign to her, how unusual it is for her to see her lover's toned, glistening legs twitch so hard by the furious finger pumps Mikasa forces on her bottom to the point it starts to make her concerned of her well being, to see her make those huge gasps of air that show just how desperate she was getting Whether from wanting her to stop or keep going, she doesn't know

-Not so tough now, huh? - She hears Mikasa say, a soft whisper that didn't match the intensity of her gaze on her, the intensity in which he stirred Ymir's insides as mere putty in her hands, the intensity in which she overcovered all her senses in every way she could, from sneaky hands tearing her down to hot scorching hickeys on her neck, all the way through a hot embrace that served more as a way for Mikasa to be in full control, rather than a show of affection - So much of boasting about showing me "how to please a woman properly" -

- S-shut up! - Ymir fought back, or at least tried to, her attempt to respond coming short and instantly threw down, Mikasa's instincts snapping instantly at the slightest hint of rebellion Ymir seemed too fond of, her skilled fingers caressing all the right spots for Ymir to let out the loudest moan she made so far, her opened mouth offering an invitation for Mikasa to take, her tongue already savoring everything she had to offer

She really can’t point out when this tension between the two started, for all she could tell from their interactions, it almost felt like it has always been like this, ever since she met both in High School a few years ago, the brunette already well-known by their current group of friends for taking a liking  in the Asiatic girl and making it know with bold innuendos and daring suggestions that were responded with mere indifference by her part, making everyone wonder whether she enjoyed being the object of her attention secretly or maybe just she didn’t want to bother giving her the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of her Still, she just knows there was something about them two that just started to unfold right there, and the more she thinks about it, the more It turns her on in such a powerful, terrifying way, beyond what should be the norm, quick, sharp jolts of pleasure coursing through her spine all the way up to her lustful drunken head, lithe fingers rubbing her aroused core in other to get rid of this hellish feeling that starts to grow stronger the more she dwells into the marvelous sight they offer.

The sight in which moonlight collides with her lover's tannish, sweat-shinning skin, landing perfectly on her shaking bosom, erratically moving by the combined effort of her laboring breath expanding her chest, struggling to send oxygen up her head, Mikasa’s bottomless hunger for her lips taking the best out of her, lips so flushed together to the point it starts to get swollen bright red, teeth clashing together occasionally as they do so

It makes her close her thighs on reflex, her gummy walls tightening at the phallic-like obstruction settled right on her deepness in hopes of relieving themselves in any kind of way, and it’s only when she hears a - Jesus fuck - muttered right against the shell of her ear that she suddenly realizes that she wasn’t alone here, Eren’s presence making itself present as the hold of reality she seemed to lose so long ago 

- Enjoying the view? - He mocks, words once again muffled against her skin, this time basking itself in his hot breath, a cheeky bite right on the crook of her neck that sends shivers down her spine, settling right where he is buried inside her and increasing her arousal to limits that shouldn’t be reachable, his hand rubbing soothing circles right on her core, worsening her state

It embarrasses her just how much she got lost in the flow of the moment to the point where she forgot about his presence altogether, the sudden realization of his proximity raising goosebumps all around her body, the sudden itch of where he is stabbing her coming stronger than ever, toes curling just at the mere movement of his hips trying to reposition himself robbing the air out of her

Truth be told, it’s not like Eren made any effort into participating at all, instead choosing to be a mere spectator and dragging her along as he did, piercing her on his shaft as he forced her to sit down on his lap, the initial thrust sending her into a blissful turmoil that sooner than later became pure torture

The kind of torture that raises your hopes up to deliberately shatter them down right after

The kind of torture that has her enjoying the wonders and unique experiences that brings sharing herself with other people outside her partner, but at the same time not really fulfilling those fantasies yet

The kind of torture that is all about teasing relentlessly, to arouse her from the inside, his manhood reaching so deep in her guts and stirring them with such an ease that it bothers her just how little he has to do in order to make her lose her mind, the sole notion of his possessive hands roaming around her body turning her nerves on fire and the blood running through her veins boil like molten lava, slowly melting her alive from the inside to the point where it destroys all her walls, the restrictions she put herself crumpling down and caution thew to the wind as she decides she can’t take this anymore 

That’s why, the moment she sees Mikasa make her downtown, wrapping her hands around Ymir’s quivering thighs as she does so, she has to turn her head away, face pressed against the wall of hard muscles right behind her as she hears the sharp moan her girl made, her own doubts becoming true as her deepness becomes moister at the sound of her girlfriend being serviced, the sound of her moans making her shudder on reflex, just as she is used to

There is simply no way she is enduring this anymore, at least not without finding some kind of comfort in hopes to bear with it, her own hips moving on their own as they decide that there is nothing stopping them from getting what she wants, wobbly legs trembling as she unsheathes herself from Eren and-

- What are you doing? - He whispers once again against her frail skin, turning it rosy pink when it meets the warmth his mouth emanates, voice so eerie calm and gentle it contrasts so well with the blazing hold that his hand pressures on her jaw, snatching her out of her hideout and forcing her to look just how much of a mess she did on her own To make her witness just how wet she made him, his crotch swallowed in a puddle of her release, so shiny in her arousal it makes his manhood so red in lustful rage, perfectly aligned with her slit despite her quivering legs threatening to fall at any second, the whole thing making her ponder whether even all of this was too much for him to stand anymore

- Eren… - She whines, her legs rubbing up and down on his shaft and getting a breathless moan out of him, and for a second it feels like she has gone back to her old Christa self again, the one that was good at playing pretend, and the one that made (almost) everyone fall for her, sending him a pleading gaze as she did everything she could just so she can get what she wants - Please… - - Please what? -  He asks right back, yet again playing oblivious as one of his hands plays forces her bottom half down, the tortuous ache she feels on her crotch worsening the more he starts to pressure it down, stealing the very breath out of her - Use your words, sweetheart, tell me exactly what do you want -

And she can’t help but find herself at a loss for words when confronted about her desires, the very tone of finality that send his voice making her aware now more than ever just how much she wishes for Mikasa to make her feel at least a fraction of the mind-blowing bliss Ymir must be feeling at the moment, with her half libbed eyes and her labored breath and her sweat-slicked skin and- Jesus fuck, she would kill if that meant letting her feel something- anything at this point Would do anything to be in Mikasa’s position, to be oh so gracefully collected and yet so wrapped up in endless desire, to make her love feel the things she is always used to doing for her, to make her crumple down in the same way she did, to be able to stare at Ymir right in the eyes and make her choke on her words with the slightest flick of her finger, to dwell herself in the heightened ego she would cause with her little whimpers and her throaty moans But most importantly, right now, she only wants Eren to give her the best dicking she has ever experienced, just wants him to make the last half an hour's worth of teasing and foreplay successfully end in the aching legs and the fuzzy mind that she deserved getting for bearing with him for this long Because even if it meant to beg him in the most adsurdly theatrical way possible, just in the way his sadistic ass can deem decent enough, she just can’t bear any minute if this torture anymore, her mind just filled with the thought of him finally holding her by the hips hips and mercilessly spearing her on his manhood once and for all The last thing she wants is to get nothing out of this experience after all - …Please - She couldn’t hide the want in her voice even if she tried to, her mind state just bothering to let her true thoughts come out for once, her sweat covered body spinning easily against his own, hands placed firmnly against his pecs and back arching so dexterous it make her hips raise once again, careless of the view she must be creating for their partners right in front of them - Please fuck me, Eren -- Fuck me Hard -

And for a moment it seems enough, the wicked smile he dedicates to her making her blood run through her body faster, the hold he forces on her rear making her flinch and the way he spreads her lower lips apart deluling her into thinking they were finally getting started, the tell tale of his engorged tip finally meeting her moist and- - What do you think, Miks? - 

She can’t help but feel her heart stop for a second when she hears him call for his lover's attention, suddenly all the shame and embarrassment she was so foreign to moments ago washing over her as an ice bucket that suddenly brings her back to reality, the air impregnated in a deadly silence as she can tell perfectly the slurping and smooching sounds dying little by little until there is nothing, only her heart beats drumming against her ear and the tell-tale of Ymir’s panting lungs recovering their breath

And even when she tries to delude herself into thinking that Mikasa and Eren were probably just locking gaze into each other and that Ymir wasn’t totally seeking her exposed self- losing herself in the sight of her exposed center, her slit oozing already in lustful want and denied desire as his hands ever so slightly knead her mounds, prying them further open, she can’t help but feel a certain kind of arousment the moment she is placed in the spotlight like this- Harshly, out of the blue, without her intake taken in consideration at all, but at the same time a new kind of hot scorching sensation filling her to the brim And against her better judgement (and against her own mental estability, for that matter), even when she is aware that it would be a terrible idea if she were to do it, she can’t help but to turn her head back in their direction again, being met with the sight of two pair of eyes looking right back at her, the mix of uncertainty and curiosity both combined with something akin to eagerness, Ymir’s gaze once at the verge of tears and exhaustion softening cutely and shinning bright when it met hers, at the same time Mikasa seemed to fan herself into her attention, rosy pink tongue licking the remnants of her doings right on the outer lines of her plump lips, a solid gulp from her part preparing her for what she was about to say 

- You heard her, Eren - True to herself, her voice betrays no emotion, always straight to the point and stutterless as she says what is on her mind, a small fire kindled in her eyes as she locks gazes with her for a flash of a second, enough to send the message - Fuck her, Hard -And it takes no time for him to fulfill her request It takes him nothing to grab her by the hips up like she weighs less than the air, and shove her right back down It takes him nothing to make her beg to be more gentler, to make her beg him to let her take a break- to make her beg him to have mercy for her It takes him nothing to make her lose all the strength- to make legs shake like jelly and to make all the muscles in her body go taut at the same time It takes him no time to make her lose her voice, making her scream for more whenever she felt she was starting to slack and making her beg him to stop once he was overstimulating her on purpose It takes him no time to make her addicted to him in every sense of the world, the sheer power of his experience showing in the several times he has made her get off, making her go delirious on his cock, drool coming out of the corners of her mouth as he mercilessly pounds her from below, ballsack constantly clapping on her entrance and arms constricting her like a python, her small hands no match to his unyielding force, only feeling like loosening his hold once he makes sure she is fucked up in the only way he deems right, with her limbs scrambled all over him and her minds in only occupied with his name, way too exhausted to lift a single finger or let out a single word

And it's only there when she is so high and drunk in lust, that she is soo making sure to convince them to give it another go Hopefully, sooner than not…

#eremika open relationship au #erehisu #aot smut #yumikasa #eren smut #mikasa smut #attack on titan