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grimesgirll · 7 months

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you want to know what his deal is.

why the only facial expression he can manage is a scowl, why he seems so pent up.

rick grimes is a mystery to you.

some spooky backstory is written all over his face but there’s never been a clue of it otherwise - and you can only tell because you spend so much time watching him.

you never imagined yourself becoming obsessed with a man twice your age but here you are. you want to know what his face looks like when he cums. the older man is rotting your brain from the inside out.

it’s not until he stumbles upon you boxing alone in the empty gym that you realize it was on his mind too.

he doesn’t say anything upon entering and his footsteps are light but his reflection in the mirror gives him away. he’s watching from the stairwell as you go through your close combat training. it’s a rigorous routine recommended to you by one of your superiors that you feel deep in your core.

you pack power into every punch; trying to land blows strategically and not just wherever your own pent up sexual frustration sends them.

rick can’t help it when the once familiar straining in his pants starts up. he wordlessly runs a hand through his dark hair. despite the uneasy tension between the two of you, rick wants to get to know you better. not too well but well enough to know how you look after you get all of that energy out of your system.

he's lost in a daydream in the sleek underground training facility. the sound of footsteps exiting to the right breaks him out of his thoughts - thoughts of bending you over the weight lifting bench.

you traipse into the women’s locker room off the forest green paneled hallway.

he shouldn’t be thinking about following you.

you’re way too young for him.

before former private grimes can fully talk himself out of it, the image of you during one of your trainings materializes in his mind. he was supervising the new cadets - you, formerly - and you were stretching with the rest of your counterparts. you’d been in a standing straddle when you two locked eyes with each other.

the delicate balance of maintaining eye contact while not outright staring at your ass only took a few seconds to blur. rick was quickly turning his head and keeping his eyes averted.

ever since then, you’d caught hurried glimpses of each other. sometimes it felt like the older man’s eyes lingered on you though, like he was boring into you on another level.

you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t on your mind.

being freshly twenty a decade into the apocalypse didn’t make for the best dating scene. yeah, dating someone who could easily be your father was wild, but you didn’t have many other viable options. rick pushed all the right buttons for you no one else could.

as the water cascades down your back under the showerhead, your hand drifts below your abdomen to cup your sensitive bundle of nerves. you push past the semi-thick layer of hair covering your folds until your pointer finger is dipping inside of you.

despite it being your own fingers penetrating you, you still moan out loud, thankful that the showers are so empty and remote enough that you can enjoy having them all to yourself. you exhale and speed up your ministration. you add a finger for the added challenge. a third is sliding towards your entrance when you hear the shuffle of feet.

you cock your head. there's no reason for anyone else to be in here. there weren't many other female officers and all of the ones you knew trained here on much different schedules.

it's probably just the loud banging fan you and one of the female helicopter pilots had bitched together about. you ignore it and go back to your shower, sticking your head back enough that the shower is massaging your scalp, meanwhile your fingers massage your clit and your spongy insides.

god, you wish rick was here. his fingers were pretty large. coming in his embrace had to feel so fulfilling.

your taboo thoughts are interrupted by a loud banging. removing your fingers is an inconvenient affair, as you can't ignore that so you slowly creep towards the shower entrance, slipping past the curtain to see the subject of your shower fantasies standing before you.

the sage green towel you'd brought with is laying soaked on teh tiled floor while rick turns and smiles sheepishly at you. "this isn't what it looks like."

"i'm sure it's not."

rick averts his eyes and rotates to face the lockers. "i'm sorry. i can get you another towel."

you suddenly remember that you're on your feet naked. a rose blush colors your face. your cheeks grow even redder when you notice the massive bulge in his pants.

"is this turning you on?"

"what?"

"is seeing me naked turning you on?" you elaborate. please turn around, you hope.

"i'm not looking at you," he chides your name. "that's why i asked if you wanted a towel."

"if you didn't want to fuck me you would've left already."

regardless of facing the other way, rick's entire body tenses. a select few of his muscles twinge.

"you walked in on me-,"

"-that was an accident."

"yeah, yeah, rick," you chuckle.

the older man is raising an eyebrow when he turns around to face you. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to see you like-like this but don't forget that i'm your commanding officer."

“i’ll forgive you if you fuck me.”

a gasp exits your mouth when you observe him grasp his crotch at your words.

"your place or mine?"

it's not long before you've found semi-appropriate apparel to ditch the gym in as you follow rick back to his townhouse on base.

the soldier is pushing you through the door. it doesn't seem like he cares when you stumble across the threshold. he just slaps your ass, gesturing to the stairs.

your feet carry you robotically up the tiny staircase until you're walking into a bedroom. you don't spend long on your feet though because rick is shoving you onto the bed roughly. you want to be taken aback at the treatment; however you can't say that you're surprised that rick is such a rough lover.

“you want me to take it off?”

rick is referring to the black hand edging nearer to your spandex clothed pussy.

you shake your head. “i don’t mind,” you assure him, shutting your hips closer to a black, prosthetic finger.

"easy enough," he remarks and leans down to capture your velvety lips in a bruising battle of tongues that you lose immediately.

he goes to pull down your shorts but you stop him. you sit up on your knees and lay your hands over the strict outline in his pants.

"fuck," he rasps.

"want me to suck you off?"

"only if you get on your knees now."

he doesn't have to tell you twice. you undo his pants in olympic record time, lapping at the head of his already engorged cock. you don't tease him; his shaft is hitting the back of your throat before you know it and he has to breathe deeply to prevent himself from thrusting the rest of him down your throat.

rick had seen the way your eyes had widened at the sight of his erection back in the showers. you probably didn't anticipate this kind of behavior from a man his age. he wants to be gentle for you but that would just make it personal.

you're a junior officer who he should not be fraternizing like this with but he can't resist the hot, suction your tight little mouth is providing. not when you take him so well.

"good job, sweetheart," he praises. "a little lower," he plants his hands in your hair and manually forces your lips farther down his girthy length. "that's it, honey."

it isn't long before his dick is covered in spit and with every thrust, you're fighting off a gag. you do your best to swallow around his cock, reveling in the moans erupting from him as his hands dug further into your soft, gossamer hair.

“take a break, sweetheart,” rick pulls you off of his cock.

“you about ready?” he inquires, lazily pumping a prosthetic finger into you and his other hand around his cock.

you nod eagerly. he doesn't say anything - just works another unforgiving, bionic finger into you. "rick!" you whimper.

the southerner sends you an icy blue glare. "what was that?"

you gulp. "i'm sorry, sir."

rick smirks at you. "are you?"

"mhmm."

"how will you make it up to me?"

your hips writhe against his soft mattress beneath you. "sir, i want to make it up to you with my tight pussy, sir!"

his smirk grows. "ready whenever you are."

"i'm ready now, sir. i'm ready for your big cock."

you thought you'd be following along but you completely lose the plot when rick replaces his cyborg fingers with his fleshy cock and you're screaming.

"shh, hush!" rick slaps a hand over your mouth.

you scream muffled around his hand as he inserts each punishing inch into you. the stretch is intense and searing and you think you're going to pass out but after ninety seconds of feeling like rick would tear you part - you convulse around him.

"damn, already?"

you want to be embarrassed but you're hard pressed to care as your senior officer continues his brutal assault on your inexperienced pussy.

is he in my cervix? you ponder.

you crane your head backwards to spectate as the older soldier tunnels in and out of you. he has to be rearranging your kidneys and he has to be loving it from how dilated his pupils are. your tall, dark, and handsome superior is lost in your unrelenting cunt, head tipping back when he paints your plush insides white for the first time.

returning to earth momentarily, he discovers your eyes so intently laser focused on his. he scowls.

you grimace when he briefly slides out of you, but any complaints are momentarily paused when you get a mouth full of pillow.

this feels wrong. like he shouldn’t be fucking the young woman whose twentieth birthday his small battalion celebrated just the other week. it’s arduous to convince himself that this all wrong though - how can he when you’re clenching around him and mewling his name?

“rick!”

“you plannin’ on wakin’ up the rest of base?”

you shake your head, struggling to contain your moans - how can you when the older man is fucking the daylights out of you?

“be a good girl and shut up.” rick commands, reaching around to prod a finger at your lips and into your mouth. without asking, you go ahead and suck on his firm digits. the groans you elicit have you murmuring around his finger. “much better,” he commends you, rewarding you with a playful slap on your ass.

the sting reverberates through your pussy. the corresponding cry that comes from you only causes the man mercilessly filling you up to snort, landing another spank. he chuckles when you pulse around him.

“again already?”

has anyone ever told you you’re too big? you want to ask, but without the energy you just nod and hum.

the soldier’s speed only becomes more frantic. you can tell he’s finally close again from the way he’s digging his fingernails into your hips and burying himself deep inside of your already coated cunt.

yeah, he has to be my touching my cervix. you decide. probably ripped it open.

you feel ripped open by rick. it doesn't matter though, he doesn't slow even as your sopping cunt is leaking with your slick and his first load. his second release reaches even deeper inside of you, being plugged by rick's thick length as he collapses on top of you.

rick rolls over slightly, graying chestnut curls falling in his face as he gathers you closer to him. still inside of you, he's hard like bedrock. a hand reaches up to squeeze at your chest.

you whine when his mouth washes over your rosy bud and he grazes his teeth as well. "rick, too much." you pout at him, lips swollen.

“you think I’m done?”

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siren-serenity · 9 months

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morning routines

characters: donquixote rosinante/corazon, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - in my household, we live, laugh, love rosinante - LOOK AT MY HUSBAND!!!! I DON'T CARE IF HE'S CLUMSY, I'LL PROTECT HIM *shaking fists in fury at oda* why did you have to kill him?!?!? - feedback is appreciated!

Before (Marine life)

early mornings with dawn breaking through the clouds // staring out the window overlooking the training grounds // inhaling enough donuts as breakfast before sengoku or garp catches him // being thrown to the side on accident in an attempt to wake up smoker // ironing his marine uniform

The beeping was the first thing to wake him up. Loud, repetitive beep noises from the alarm clock would cause Rosinante to groan and pull the tailor-made blanket over his head in an attempt to muffle the noise. Although, he would get out of bed a few minutes later, having been too awake to go back to bed. After getting out of bed and folding it properly (old habits died hard, he guessed), Rosinante turned to stare at the slumbering Smoker.

He's heard rumors from the new cadets of his roommate. How merciless he was in their training. How fearsome he seemed, so fearsome that they didn't even dare to look him in the eye when talking. But when Rosinante spies the little trail of drool from his mouth and his messy bedhead, he can only snicker to himself.

"Wake up, Smoker!" Rosinante shakes him before eyes widening at a sudden thought. 'Wait, doesn't he have those instincts-'

Smoker sat up suddenly, hand outstretched and pushing Rosinante towards the wall. Wispy smoke trailed out of his hands as he used them to boost Rosinante's shove against the wall. The blond crashed against the wall, groaning at the pain that blossomed.

"Mornin', Rosinante..." Smoker grumbled, running a hand through his white locks. "What time is it?"

He just groaned, head upside down and his lanky legs sticking upwards. "Good morning to you too, Smoky."

Smoker's eye twitched before he launched a pillow into Rosinante's face.

But in the end, Rosinante's morning routine didn't change much throughout the years. Maybe there was a promotion or two, which would result in him adding a few more steps to his routine. An ironing of his new uniform (which would cause him to burn himself sometimes) or the plop of his cap on his messy blond locks -- the usual. His routine was fixed and sometimes, as Rosinante stared into the mirror as he brushed his teeth, he wished it could be a bit more...fun.

After (With you)

extra toothbrush next to his // containers of his favorite make-up brand next to your facial products // sitting on a stool and your weight straddling his waist as your careful hands applied his signature make-up // a kiss to your cheek and earning one in return, causing him to grin boyishly

Rosinante smiles, waking up with an arm looped around your body and your legs tangled with his. Your head is pressed onto his chest and your hair is scattered across his heart-patterned pajamas. He almost didn't want to wake up but the sunlight that streamed in through the window disturbed your slumber. You blinked wearily.

"Morning," His voice was raspy and he cleared his throat to try again. You looked at him, eyes still puffy yet filled with a gentle sort of love that never failed to make him melt. "Good morning to you too, love."

You get up, stretching your arms and wincing at the audible 'pop'! sounds. Rosinante stands up and takes a step, only to trip over literally nothing and into your expectant arms. He chuckles to himself, too used to his clumsiness and you press a kiss to his lips.

"Falling for me so early in the morning?" You laugh and pull him by the hand to the bathroom. It's practically muscle memory at this point - hand him his toothbrush and toothpaste before reaching out for your facial products. He pops a kiss to the top of your head in thanks, releasing a loud 'muah!'

"Rosi!" You playfully gasp as he drops his head onto your shoulder and nuzzling himself in the crook of your collarbone. His messy golden hair tickles your skin and your grin only grows wider. "So this is the feared Commander of the Marines?"

"Mhmph," You feel him nod into your skin. "Fear me!"

You lean down, spitting out the toothpaste and looking into the mirror to wash away remnants. You spy Rosinante's lovesick stare, eyes in the mirror meeting yours and you can practically see hearts.

"So scary," You make jazz hands, giggling as Rosinante puffs up his chest. "You're too cute to be scary, love."

As always, whenever he hears his nickname, he melts into a puddle.

"I've been domesticated," He pulls you into a hug and with his tall height, he easily swallows you into the fabric of his pajamas. His arms wrap around your body like a cocoon of warmth. Rosinante's next words are muffled. "So you have to take care of me."

You laugh, nodding against his chest. Rosinante presses a kiss onto the top of your forehead and you melt.

"Of course," You pull him gently by the collar to press a kiss to his forehead. Then to his cheeks. His eyelids. His nose. Finally, his lips and you remain there for a couple of seconds before leaning backward. His eyes flutter and a blush crawls onto his face. "You're mine, aren't you?"

"I'm yours," Rosinante agrees, slightly breathless.

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callsign-rogueone · 4 months

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reunification day - d.a.

Dain Aetos x reader part two of Dain and Love's story words: 2.6k 🏷: no book spoilers really, set pre-Fourth Wing, feminine reader but no pronouns used, this one is pretty tame and fluffy if you don't think too hard about the implications of literally every word, Col. Aetos makes an appearance and is a total jerk, as usual, delving into Dain's ~issues~ a bit, and hopefully showing a little more of Love's personality. I really like this one. a lot. I hope you do too. no other girlfriends mentioned this time, but can anyone guess who a certain someone was looking for before the speeches started?

It’s been over a year since you’ve spent this much time getting ready for anything. You’ve missed this feeling, sitting in front of your mirror humming a soft tune as you go through your routine, doing up your hair -- that part is made much easier with your signet, the strands curling and smoothing and pinning themselves to your liking while you darken your eyelashes and brush through your eyebrows, glossing your lips and making everything soft and shiny.

It’s a nice change of pace from your usual rushed mornings at the school, but it doesn’t feel the same, not how it used to, when you’d do all of this with a smile, genuinely excited for the occasion, for the opportunity to take a break from the training and the preparing-for-war to spend time with your family at their formal gatherings, with singing and dancing and food and all the trappings of Tyrrish culture -- because the occasion you’re preparing for right now is a holiday celebrating the anniversary of Navarre making those things illegal.

Either way, you look damn good, and you’re going to let everybody in attendance see it.

“Your friends are outside,” Cosa reports — you’d told them not to wait for you, and they know better than that, anyway, especially when you have a reason to take your time getting ready like this.

With one last adjustment to the skirt of your dress, and one more lingering glance at yourself in the mirror, you drape the long silk wrap over your shoulders and slip out your door, heading down the hall out to the courtyard, where the party — if one could call it that — is just getting started, cadets trickling in slowly and settling into their formations.

You spot Dain in his usual place in the block. Of course he’d be one of the first to get here.

“You clean up nicely,” you greet, brushing a piece of fluff from the collar of his uniform. You let your fingertips skim over the broad expanse of his shoulder, lingering perhaps a second too long before you pull your hand back.

He represses a shiver, his cheeks reddening. “You too,” he manages. “You’re… wow.”

You smile at how flustered he is, at the blush spreading across his cheeks and his difficulty forming complete sentences. “Thank you. I may have a shitty relationship with this holiday, but I’ll take the excuse to be pretty for an evening.”

“You’re always pretty,” he says quietly, still looking at you.

It’s a compliment you’ve gotten from dozens of men before, one you usually brush off, but your heart skips hearing it from the one man who hasn’t been falling at your feet all year.

“He thinks I’m pretty,” you whisper to Cosa, unable to keep the smile off your face.

She sounds amused. “Of course he does. Now, are you going to do something about it?”

That is the question; but she should know by now that you don’t chase after anything or anyone, especially not men.

“Thank you,” you reply warmly.

It’s obvious that he doesn’t know where to go from here, what to say next.

You’re standing at eye level with him, or close to it, for the first time ever, and he can’t look away; mesmerized by the color of your irises and the flutter of your eyelashes as you blink, the barely-there shimmer coating your eyelids.

“Are you wearing heels?” he asks, finally putting it together.

You nod, shifting the long skirt of your dress to show him the simple black stilettos underneath, thick silk ribbons wrapped around your ankles to keep them in place, tied with perfect bows.

He’s in over his head. Thankfully the next sentence that comes out of his mouth isn’t about how much he’d like to kneel down and tug at the ribbons until the bows came undone, to slide the shoes off and…

“Did you really cross the parapet with those in your bag?” he asks, still looking at them.

“I did,” you answer, smiling. “They’re my favorites — they were a gift from my favorite brother. And they’re black, so they’re codex-approved.”

Fair enough.

It stands to reason that you’d have a favorite pair of shoes, and a collection of them back home — in the year that he’s known you, he’s learned that you place a high value on your physical appearance, and you aren’t afraid to modify your uniform within the bounds of regulation, finding subtle ways of making it your own.

You settle into your usual spot between him and Sawyer, who looks to be searching for someone in the crowd, his shoulders sinking when he realizes they aren’t there. You offer him a soft smile that he returns silently, your attention returning to the dais just as the clock strikes seven.

“I should have asked Bodhi what his bet was on the length of the speeches,” you tell Cosa, preparing yourself for a very boring next thirty minutes. She doesn’t respond.

It's a bit unfair that her and her friends get the evening off while you’re forced to listen to these self-labeled war heroes prattle on about patriotism and the importance of this terrible holiday as if you and your compatriots aren’t even here.

“Twenty-eight minutes,” she relays after a few seconds.

You try not to laugh. “Tell him I say thirty-two, and the winner gets ten Krown.”

Another short pause. “He finds these terms acceptable.”

You subtly shift your weight back and forth between your feet throughout the speeches — which add up to thirty-one minutes, if you count the awkward transitions between them — having grown unused to the heeled shoes in the last year of wearing flat black boots every day.

You’re finally dismissed, the formations breaking as riders move around to find their friends for the rest of the evening. You turn toward third wing, looking for Imogen, who will be the easiest to spot with her unconventional hair color — you’re sure she absolutely despises this whole thing, but especially the required dress.

“Cadet Aetos,” someone calls, and he freezes at the voice for a split second before turning toward it.

The colonel insignia on the man’s collar and the shape of his jaw is enough for you to connect the dots — that’s Dain’s father, and he’s approaching with both General Sorrengail and King Tauri in tow.

You’ve just spotted Imogen and Bodhi, but you can’t leave now, not when three of the aforementioned war heroes are looking directly at you. You plaster a smile onto your face, adjusting your shawl. “Your Majesty, General, Colonel,” you greet in order of rank, extending a perfect curtsy to the king with a polite smile and a nod of the head to the others.

The monarch smiles back, but the officers don’t.

“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced,” the Colonel says, turning his gaze to you. Ice spreads through your veins, and for a moment you wonder if he possesses some physiological signet that he’s using on you, or if he’s just that cold and calculating because he knows exactly who you are.

But neither of those options explain why the quadrant’s poster boy is looking at this uniformed officer — his own father — like a wolf that’s about to bite.

You give him a slight dip of your chin in deference. “Cadet Callwell, sir. Second squad, flame section, fourth wing — the same as your son. I can see the family resemblance,” you add with a disarming smile.

Dain winces beside you.

Your graceful response doesn’t seem to have thawed things between you and Aetos Senior any further, but luckily, someone changes the subject of conversation; King Tauri himself. “Tell me, cadets, how are you finding your studies?”

“Very well, your Majesty,” you answer with a polite smile. “We are fortunate to have such experienced and knowledgeable professors.”

You nudge Dain’s foot with yours, silently prodding him to say something.

“Yes,” he agrees after a few seconds, “Fortunate indeed. The last year has been a challenge, but one that I know will prepare us to serve our country well.”

That is exactly what the King wants to hear. “And how fortunate am I, to have such valiant students with such bright futures ahead of them.”

“You flatter us, Your Majesty,” Dain responds, finally having found his voice.

General Sorregail still hasn’t said a word, watching the pair of you silently.

The Colonel gives you both a curt nod. “Thank you, Cadets. That will be all.”

Dain bows, and you drop another curtsy to the king, earning yourselves another fond smile before you turn away, but as you cross the courtyard, your blood is boiling on Dain’s behalf. Colonel Aetos hadn’t even spared him a smile. No loving touch, no real goodbye for his only son whom he may very well never see again, no use of his name, just Cadet?

Dain speaks first once you’re out of their earshot, sounding stunned. “I don’t think Tauri even realized you were marked. How did you…”

“It’s a party trick of mine,” you answer, stopping to sit on a small stone bench by one of the courtyard’s open archways. “One I learned very quickly after I got this.”

You let the silk drape drop from your shoulders, exposing the smoky relic trailing up your arm. Dain’s eyes catch on it immediately, like they do every time you’re not wearing long sleeves, studying the intricate swirls that don’t seem to follow any particular pattern, winding up and down your arm near-randomly.

“It’s the first thing anyone sees about me, or any of my friends. But I figured out that if I was perfect in every other regard, if I was charming enough and followed all the rules and did everything correctly, they wouldn’t notice it,” you say, gazing up at the stars.

It’s a remarkably clear night, several of the summer constellations visible, but he remains focused entirely on you as you continue.

“The thing people don’t realize is that we’re all from “good families”, or we were, before they killed our parents. The Laurents were one of the most successful families in Tyrrendor before their assets were seized. So were the Durrans. Xaden is technically a Duke, now that he’s of age, but his duchy was burnt to a crisp.

My point is, we all know how to stand on ceremony and lay a proper table and dance a waltz and speak to authority figures, but people see the relics, or the names on our flight jackets, or how we speak or braid our hair or anything that shows our culture, and they forget all that. They just see a pack of rabid dogs.

Navarre used to respect us, to look at us like we were valuable. And then once we asked for not just a seat at their table, but for a table of our own, they decided we weren’t worth the dirt our houses were built on, and that everything we touched was tainted. They torched my mother’s rose garden and shattered every window in the house the day they arrested my father, just because they could.

So I know it sounds pathetic, or bratty, or whatever other adjectives you want to use, but being able to wear high heels and makeup and a pretty dress once a year is important to me, even if it’s for a holiday celebrating the death of so many people I loved, because it’s the only time that I get to feel like the girl I used to be, who didn’t have to fight for her life every day, who had parents that loved her more than anything in the world, and who was looked at like a person, not a fugitive or a liability or a wild animal.”

“It’s not pathetic,” he says softly. “I know I will never truly understand, but I get it. And for whatever it’s worth, you look perfect.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He starts another sentence that’s interrupted by the crackle of fireworks exploding into the air, startling both of you. He laughs, a sound you’ve hardly ever heard over the last year, but you like it.

You drape the silk back around your shoulders to fight the chill of the night air and pat the cold stone next to you, inviting him to sit. He accepts, perching on the other end of the bench and looking up at the night sky, keeping a respectful distance between you as the show continues, a few minutes of comfortable quiet.

With one last fizzling red firework, the display ends, and you hear applause from the other side of the courtyard, where most of the quadrant is gathered.

“Dain,” you say quietly, throwing him off balance, “I wanted to apologize earlier, but…”

“What for?” he asks, that cute little confused look on his face, head tilted and brows pinched. It would make you smile if you weren’t about to rip the bandage clean off, to end whatever this is before it can even start.

You choose your words delicately. “Tauri may not have realized who I am, but your father certainly did, and judging by the way he left things with you, he was clearly upset by it. If that’s going to have consequences for you, that he found you talking to me…”

“Oh, he’s always been like that,” he dismisses. “He’s never been one for any kind of affection. I’ve learned not to take it personally.”

It all makes sense now, why Dain is… like that, why he never touches you, why you’re always just Cadet Callwell to him and never anything else, why he’s so strict and by the book; the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

But from the two minutes you’d spent with the Colonel, you can tell that Dain is twice the man he’ll ever be; not cold and uncaring, not prejudiced or cruel… he might even have room for someone like you in his heart.

You shouldn’t get your hopes up about that.

“Still… I’m sorry,” you say softly. “If he gets mad at you about it, say the word and I’ll keep my distance, or ask to be reassigned. I don’t want to make things tense between you.”

“It’s fine,” he reassures. “I’m sorry he made you uncomfortable. He tends to have that effect on people. It’s part of the reason I didn’t have many friends growing up— the other kids were scared of him.”

He smiles, but you can tell there’s a tender wound underneath. “And I wanted to say it earlier, too, but thank you. For helping me not look like a total idiot in front of the king, and for showing me a new perspective.”

You smile — not the fake one he’d seen you give Tauri, but a real smile, one that makes your eyes sparkle like the stars. “Of course.”

“Your friends are probably looking for you,” he says quietly, and you startle as you realize he’s right, that you’d completely forgotten about finding them, too focused on impressing the King, and then you hadn’t wanted to abandon Dain after that conversation… It’s not like you wanted to spend time with him or anything. You definitely wouldn’t choose him over your friends, right?

You rise from the bench, smoothing a hand over your skirt. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he replies, giving you one last look, soaking up the sight of you in that dress before you walk away and things go back to normal between you: regular uniforms tomorrow morning, and your usual rivalry and bickering at formation, with your friends constantly watching the pair of you and scrutinizing his every move.

If you hadn’t each inherited the wars of your fathers, maybe then this could work — but then you would never have met.

He doesn’t know if that would be better or worse.

#dain and love #dain aetos #dain aetos x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #mine

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her-devils-advocate · 5 months

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To the dark I said pour and forgot to say when

pairings: Levi Ackerman x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, angst

summary: It's starting to become too much for you, training the recruits just to watch them die. You take pride in your position within the scouts, but pride can't suffocate the growing guilt. Luckily, Levi is there to help pull you together.

warning: mentions of overthinking, anxiety, and breakdowns

@humanitys-strongest-bamf, since you wanted to be tagged once it was finished! <3 Hope it's still okay to tag you in!

word count: 2,491

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55262311

It had been a while since he had seen you, not since earlier that morning on the training grounds. You had asked if he could take over training the recruits for you, the cold and crisp morning air had felt unusually tense when you approached him, almost as if he could sense the war raging behind your eyes.

You hate having to pass up duties like that, guilt tearing you apart as you think of the long list of responsibilities that he's had to put aside for you. Not to mention that you enjoy training the cadets. You enjoy watching them grow stronger each day and doing all you can to give them the best chance they can have within the Survey Corps.

Maybe that's why you passed the morning's session along to Captain Levi instead.

His piercing eyes followed your every move as you tried to act natural. Your shaking hands tightly gripping your biceps as you crossed your arms, throwing him a sweet smile while you made the request. The fact that he hadn’t mentioned the evergrowing paperwork awaiting him on his desk had shocked you, the common tease often thrown between you going unused, yet you didn’t dare question it in case it ruined your chance of shifting routines.

You simply thanked him before quickly retreating after he slowly agreed to do so, missing the way his eyebrows crinkled with unease.

You take pride in your position as one of the squad leaders within the Scouts, a position you take very seriously and have worked hard to achieve. While you know better by now, you can’t help but get attached to the people under your command. How could you not with so many different and young personalities looking up to you for guidance? You care for them and want to see them thrive.

Yet each new attachment brings a fresh crack in your heart whenever a mission goes badly. No amount of training or lectures can prevent the inevitability of the world you live in; while you wish for the best when it comes to your cadets, sometimes the world wishes otherwise.

The world is cruel and the titans are merciless.

You have lost many soldiers under your command, some of whom you consider friends. You still see their faces when you try to close your eyes, guilt flooding through you whenever you realise you have forgotten a name. You can’t remember the last time you slept the whole night instead of being haunted by the suffocating past.

How can you train these fresh faces when you have so many to remember already?

Are you even capable of training them after losing so many?

What gives you the right to survive after so many have fallen?

The thoughts are relentless as you rush into your room, you slam the door shut behind you before diving into the worn mattress on the bed. The familiar sting of tears is the only warning you get before the dam breaks and all the unwanted feelings you had bottled up begin to rush down your cheeks.

You push your face deeper into the pillow, wishing that the thin fabric would drown out the thoughts rattling around your skull. You feel miserable as your mind torments you relentlessly and a part of you feels bitter that it couldn’t wait until nightfall before starting its assault. Your mind couldn’t even give you the decency of letting you hide your shame in the shadows.

The golden rays of sunlight flowing in through the window taunt you, giving the room a peaceful haze and ignoring the despair within. You stare up at the soft light, the river of tears silently flowing down your cheeks and onto the pillow, as you simply watch the silver specs of dust float around you.

Your tears grow and your breathing quickens, how dare you appreciate such a sight when so many you care for are now unable to?

You weakly hit the pillow, as if you could transfer the thoughts out of your mind and into its damp cotton prison instead.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but from the busy commotion echoing around the headquarters, you can guess that training has since finished. You’re not surprised when Levi eventually finds you, although you hate him seeing you like this.

He slowly walks over to you, and the sight of your tear-soaked pillow causes his heart to clench. He had a feeling something was off when you had spoken to him and he regrets not stopping you and asking then and there.

"Hey, talk to me."

Levi's voice is unusually soft as he takes in your red-rimmed eyes, slightly swollen from the hours spent crying. His eyebrows are furrowed in concern as he reaches his arm out, hovering just above your shoulder, almost as if he's conflicted on whether he should touch you or not in your current state. He quickly makes up his mind as he gives it a comforting squeeze. You timidly look up at him, finally meeting his gaze. Even through the blur of tears, you can see the worry on his face as his usual mask of composure slips.

"You'll think I'm pathetic." You say quietly. If it were anyone else, you would have ushered them out of the room by now, content to be left alone to drown in your self-doubts. If it were anyone else, it would have been an order, but it just had to be one of the few members ranking higher than you who had come to check up on you.

If you were in any other mood, you might have tried to jokingly order him away, teasing him with his rank in a way you know he pretends to hate. Instead, you simply sigh. You know he’s unlikely to drop the subject when it involves you, even more so when he’s concerned. And as much as you hate to admit it, you’ve given him multiple reasons to be.

"I won't."

The sincerity of his voice makes you freeze momentarily, part of you would be fine with him shrugging and walking away, silently agreeing and leaving you alone to deal with it. It would sting, giving you yet another thing to overthink once you get through the current bout of thoughts. Not that he would leave you in such a state, but at least that way you wouldn't have to bear the heart you dedicated with all the current cracks on display.

"You should."

"I won't. Don’t tell me how I should feel." His voice takes on a stern edge, the tone softened by the grip on your shoulder tightening before he kneels on the floor before you. His eyes are determined, unwilling to let you bottle it up, much like how he would. A habit of his that he would rather keep to himself than share, for your wellbeing.

You groan, digging the heels of your hands against your swollen eyes, trying to wipe away what remains of your tears. You take a few seconds to compose yourself and to try and quiet the whirlwind in your mind, just enough to vocalise your distress. You can feel Levi’s steel eyes following every little move you make, almost as if staring hard enough would unlock all the answers for him. “If only that would work,” you think dejectedly.

“It was just too much.” The words come out as a small whisper against your wrist. You can almost hear his mind working to connect the pieces.

“It’s just one of those days, I guess. You know the ones where you wake up and everything just feels…wrong? Then I took one look at the recruits waiting for me to train them and remembered all the other recruits that I had failed.”

His gaze softens as he takes your hands, pulling them away from your face and forcing you to look at him. Gone is the aloof and somewhat intimidating captain that the Scouts have come to know. Before you is the man behind the title of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, the side of him that only a select few get to see.

“That’s not your fault, not now, not ever. You can’t control everything that happens when we leave the Walls and I know that you know that.” He releases one of your hands so that he can gently grip your chin, tilting your head down to look him in the eyes.

Pure determination and understanding swim within the sea of silver that stares up at you. You want to hide from his gaze, feeling undeserving of it, yet his soft hand keeps you firmly in place.

“I’m not going to bullshit you and say that all the kids we’re training won’t drop like flies in a mission one day, and frankly if you wanted to hear that, you would have gone to someone else.”

“Technically, you came to me.”

The slight twitch of his eyes almost makes the corner of your lips lift.

“What I’m trying to say before you interrupt me again, is that what we can do is our damn best to prepare them. I’ve seen how you train them and it’s impressive. You have a talent when it comes to getting the brats to pay attention. We know the risks, as do they, but at least you are giving them the best fighting chance they can get. Got it?”

You stall for a moment, mind peacefully going blank at his words. You know he struggles to show the emotions he had buried deep below the wings of freedom adorning the breast of his uniform, but seeing him try for your sake causes a new lump to form in your throat.

Your silence tests his short patience and he gently tugs your chin, almost as if trying to force you to nod and accept his words. You fight the urge to jump into his arms, squeezing him tight in response. Instead, you clear your throat to try and dislodge the emotions building up.

“Got it, and you’re right. I’m sorry for being so pathetic. I know we can’t save everyone and that it’s a naive dream in the first place, which is why I always do my best to train them as much as I can.” You give him a watery smile, blinking rapidly to prevent the new wave of tears from escaping.

“I think everything I was trying to bottle up slipped out over time and snuck up on me today. Thank you, Levi.”

You receive an eye-roll in response, yet you don’t miss the way his shoulders relax, the one hand still holding onto yours giving you a warm and reassuring squeeze.

“Good. I don’t think those kids would have lasted this long if it weren’t for the rigorous training you’ve put them through.” Levi’s voice is low as he considers his words.

“Don’t forget that and don’t let this,” he gives your forehead a light flick as if to emphasise his point, “make you its prisoner. Overthinking like this will never do you any good, trust me. If you want to talk, you know where my office is. It’s not like you don’t already waste my time chatting my ear off about four-eyes’ shitty experiments or anything.

This time, you can’t hold back as a few tears begin to slide down your flushed cheeks, betrayed by the warm relief spreading through you. You scramble to wipe them away, having cried enough for the evening and maybe even a lifetime now.

“That will be twenty extra laps around the training grounds, by the way.”

You can hear the amusement in Levi’s voice, yet his face remains passive as he watches for your reaction. You throw him a glare as his eyes crinkle, clearly happy with the response he has gotten. Your self-doubts and tormenting thoughts are now a thing of the past with his subtle distractions, something you slowly realise was his plan all along. If annoying someone out of their misery was a sport, you figure Levi would have dozens of gold medals by now.

“Why? Is this for getting you to train my squad earlier?” Your voice is raised in pitch, the confusion evident as you cross your arms.

“No, that’s for calling yourself pathetic in my presence. Twice.”

“I’m learning to make sure you’re not in range when I do so.” You mumble, unaware that the man before you has caught your private words.

Now it’s Levi’s turn to fix you with a glare of his own, clearly not amused with the idea. You begin to fidget under the silence, wondering if you had taken it too far, too soon. Before your still anxious mind can replay the last minute, he flicks your forehead again, harder than before.

“That's thirty laps now. I’ll make it fifty if I hear a single complaint.”

You release a dramatic sigh, showing your displeasure with the command without digging a deeper hole for yourself so soon. You anxiously break eye contact, earning a small eyebrow raise in response as you fiddle with the frayed blanket beside you.

“I’ve changed my mind,” his gruff voice cuts through the silence that fell between you, catching your nervous attention once more.

“Sixty.”

“By the walls, Levi. Stop making it higher, I’m not going to complain!” You throw your hands into your lap in exhaustion, your previous breakdown having sapped any strength you had for the day.

“I just… I wanted to thank you again, for checking up on me and for making me feel better.”

He clicks his tongue in response, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair, before giving one of the strands a playful tug. You groan at the action, playfully swatting him away while rolling your eyes.

“If you want to thank me properly, then you can go and make us some tea for the evening. Bring it to my office once you’re done. Bring a book as well, I need to finish this paperwork tonight and I don’t care for whatever trouble Hange has recently caused.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” You give him a lighthearted salute before rushing to the door, not even trying to hide the excitement at the idea of spending the evening curled up in his office, drifting off to the sound of his pen gliding across paper.

Once you reach the door, his low voice catches your attention once more, rooting you in place. “Oi, I mean it.”

“What? The stupid amount of laps you will throw on me if you hear me complaining?”

“Tch, not that. I meant it when I said you could come to me. Now don’t you have tea to be making?”

You hold back a retort, feeling too happy to bicker with him, even in a playful manner. Instead, you simply nod before silently moving towards the kitchen, your heart feeling lighter than it has in months.

#♥. writing #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #aot x reader #levi ackerman x you #captain levi #aot levi #captain levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #snk #this took longer than i thought considering its the 2nd levi fic i started #only to end up being the 5th one posted

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tojisonly1 · 2 months

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༺♡︎༻ - Gentle dom!Levi x sub!fem reader

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎 - breeding, oral f!receiving, slight degration, mostly praise. Face riding, mating press! Word count? a lot idk lol.

I saw a post about his life always being so cruel, and saying “why would he want that in his sex life?” and I loved it. Even with that said, he still has a little spice in him.

𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚?

Here you were, sitting in Commanders Erwin’s office. Sitting in front of his desk, your hands fiddling in your lap, beads of nervousness creating on your forehead. Your training has been going well, right? You haven’t disobeyed any orders… “No need to be so nervous, cadet.” Erwins voice cuts through the thick air, shocking you out of your thoughts. You nod, motioning that you are listening. “Well I’ve called you here today to discu—“ He was cut off by the office door dramatically slamming open, a short man appearing in the door way.

“Ah, just the man I was looking for!” Erwin says, leaning back in his office chair with a soft squeak. Levi cocks an eyebrow up, crossing his arms over his chest and walking in, his heavy boots clicking on the floor. “This the new recruit for ma’ squad?” He asks, his voice sharp and clearly not wanting to mess around. “New recruit?” you mumbled to yourself.

— it was kinda’ odd, you did know that short man as Captain Levi. And you saw him before joining the cadets. But only when the elite squad was galloping around the various cities of the inner walls. But ever since you’ve joined, you’ve been seeing him everywhere.—

Erwin nods, “Yep! This here is cadet Y/n. She will be the one joining your squad along with Eren.” Erwin exclaimed, happy to see Levi is getting new recruits. Potentially making more friends that’s not only him.

Levi’s eyes trail up and down your body, you swear you saw a slight smirk. However, it was around 8pm, you were probably just tired from training. “hmph.” Levi’s says, his arms still crossed over his chest, he obviously wasn’t one to give praise. Or so you thought…

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After a few minutes of discussion and plans, you were dismissed back to your usual nightly routine. You waved the two superior officers goodbye, making your way back to the barracks.

Everything went smoothly the next couple of weeks. You and Levi’s squad got closer, but especially you and Eren, being around the same age. Everyone noticed the way Levi treated you; he was still his usual stern self, but let you get away with things other cadets could only dream of getting away with. Not making your bed, not picking up your training equipment, talking back to him occasionally, etc. You didn’t think anything of it, because you never knew him before this, so you thought that’s just how he was.

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Hange convinced you to go out for a night; to just sit around a small campfire and talk with other cadets, catch up about recent expeditions and such. Of course, Levi was there too.

“You know Y/N.. Captain Levi over there is completely eyeing you down…” she whispered in a humorous tone. Your eyes widened, a soft pink tint covering your cheeks as you glance at Levi. Sure enough, he was dead staring at you. Not even trying to hide it. You looked away immediately, stammering out; “w-what? no he’s not, pftttt, you’re just crazy Hange!” you said, scooting a little bit away from her and blushing more and more while glancing between her and Levi.

She bursted out laughing, holding her stomach in amusement, causing all of the others to look at the two of you with confused faces; “YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE—“ she was cut off, by none other than Levi, gently tugging her ponytail back. “I think it’s best if we go to bed now. We cannot afford laziness tomorrow.” Levi said in a threatening tone. Everyone straightened up, including yourself. Except Hange, giving a pouty look.

Despite her best efforts and a few others begging, Levi wouldn’t budge. You and the others began to get up and leave — Levi calling out to you. “Cadet Y/n, wait for a minte. We need to discuss training tomorrow.” He said, his voice gentle with you like usual, but only to you.

You immediately freeze up, turning around slowly and seeing the short figure stand with his arms crossed, his hip popped to the side slighty. “Okay, Captain..” You mumbled, taking a few steps towards him. Hange flashes you a smirk and a wink as her and the others walk away. You flipped her off behind your back, causing a soft laugh from her in the distance fading away as she continued walking away.

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You sat on a log and discussed further plans as he cleans up, putting out the fire, picking up chocolate wrappers from the s’mores, putting the sticks in the fire pit, etc. You were dozing off, not even listening to his blabbing about his plans and missions that Erwin had brought up, you were tired. It was late.

“You look tired.” He says bluntly, snapping you out of your thoughts as your cheeks flush pink once more. He was finished cleaning. You wave your hands—; “I’m sorry, I was listening I just-“ He cut you off, placing a hand on your shoulder, “let’s get you to bed, hm?” he said softly, rubbing a circle on your shoulder with his thumb. You sighed with relief, standing up and dusting yourself off. “yeah… that’d be nice.” you mumbled as you turned around. Only for Levi to put his hand on the small of your back, walking beside you.

You can’t help that the tiny blush on your cheeks darkens. You glance between him and the path infront of you. His face remains unphased, keeping his eyes forward and walking you back to your room.

Wait— How’d he know which one was yours?

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You tiredly kicked the door open to your small room in the barracks, Levi’s hand still on the small of your back. “Thanks for walking me, Captain” you mumbled tiredly. Your puffy, sleepless eyes blinking slowly as you walk into your room. “No problem, cadet.” He says smoothly, you don’t even notice that he walks in behind you, closing the door with a soft click.

You stretch before turning around, your tired eyes jolting open with your arms frozen above your head. “Uhm Cap—“ you were cut off as he gently pushes you against the wall of your room, pressing his lips against yours. One hand cupping your jaw, the other resting on the wall beside your head.

Your eyes open more at the sudden contact, your heart beginning to thump in your chest as your hands instinctively move to his shoulders. After a good few seconds of his lips moving on his own, you close your eyes and begin to move your lips against his as well. He gives your bottom lip a gentle nibble, asking for entrance. Too which, you quickly oblige. Your tongues begin to tangle in a gentle, heated rhythm.

He pulls back for a second, catching his breath, his forehead resting against yours. “C-Captain—“ you stammer out, to which he cuts you off once more. “Just let me love you.. Like i’ve been wanting too for months—“ he says breathlessly, kissing you once more, a little harsher than the last. You’re left breathless once more, literally and figuratively.

Did he really just say that!?

You feel a warm feeling in your lower stomach, arousal pooling in your panties. You eagerly kiss him back, letting your eyes flutter shut, your lips and tongues meet together again. His free hand snaked down from the wall to your waist, pulling himself closer, breaking the kiss. His forehead pressed against yours again. “can I… can I please touch you more..?” He pants out, almost pleading.

You nod reluctantly, putting your arms around his neck and keeping your forehead pressed against his, too speechless to respond with words. He runs his hand under your loose shirt, running up, up, up,—

“Captain~” you cooed softly as he cupped your breast with one hand, his thumb running over the nipple. “Call me Levi, please…” he said again, his voice still having a slight plead to it. He moved his other hand from your jaw, moving it under your shirt to your other breast, now cupping both. Your heart thumps harder, you swear it was going to burst from your chest. “L-Levi..~” you stammered out, feeling what it’s like to only say his first name.

He quickly takes your shirt off over your head, the outline of his cock painfully straining against his pants already, twitching against your lower stomach from the sight and feeling. But he doesn’t care, he’s focusing on you right now. He cups your breasts once more, leaning his head down and taking one bud in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His eyes close in utter bliss at just the sweet taste of you. His other hand was rolling your other bud between his fingers.

You let your head fall to your shoulder, eyes shutting lightly again as you bite your lower, already kiss bitten lip. You move one hand to the back of his head, gently pushing his head closer. He alternates between the two breasts, marking sure they get equal attention, continuing to leave love marks and bites. He lets go of the current nipple with a lewd pop, kissing down your sternum, now kissing down your stomach as he lowers himself onto his knees, his eyes never once leaving your closed ones.

Was the Levi Ackerman really on his knees for you right now!?

He tugs on the waistband of your pants, looking up at you with eyes seeking permission. You keep your hand on the back of his head, running it through his hair as you open your tired eyes, giving him a nod of approval. He doesn’t wait a second longer, pulling your pants and panties down with one harsh tug, coming face to face with your needy, dripping cunt.

He can’t help but let out a low groan from the back of his throat at the sheer sight of you fully exposed to him. It was better than he imagined when he would pathetically fist his cock to the thought of your naked body. He was looking at it like a predator looks at their damn prey. He wanted you— no. He needed you right now. You put both hands on his hair, gently running through it.

“mmm, ya’ look so delicious baby..” he purrs, gently giving your clit a soft flick with his tongue, causing your legs to jolt slightly. “ ‘nd already so sensitive, yeah?” He said, about to start ravaging before he stops, standing up. “Bed. Now.” he demands.

You look at him in confusion before he says that, immediately doing as he requested. He layed himself down, his head against a pillow, “Sit on my face..” His voice was harsh, leaving no room for argument. Harsher than usual, only shamefully adding to your arousal.

But you eagerly comply, gently straddling his face. Your plush thighs on either side of his face, looking down at him. Without another second wasted, he gripped your thighs, pulling your dripping cunt onto his hungry face. His tongue immediately diving between your wet folds, probbing at your entrance as his nose brushes against your puffy red clit. You were moaning on his face, your forehead pressing against the headboard as your hands grip the top of the it, grinding yourself down further.

Levi would be so blessed to die right now. Suffocating in your plush thighs, your taste intoxicatingly good. His tongue swirling at your entrance, getting as much fluid as he possibly could before gently pushing past the first ring of muscles, causing you to accidentally press your thighs together, squeezing his cheeks. But he doesn’t give a fuck. He was not stopping until you squirted on his desprate face.

“ya’ taste so fuckin’ good my girl..” he mumbled against your cunt, the vibrations sending more waves on pleasure through your body. You weren’t able to understand him very well due to him being under you, muffled between your thighs, but you didn’t care. You were on cloud nine right now. You grinded your hips down more, desprate for more friction as you feel a knot build in your lower stomach.

He held your plush thighs snug against his face, not letting up anytime soon. He also guided your hips, allowing more friction as he tongue fucks you as deeply as he can, his eyes closed in pure ecstasy as he continues to devour you whole. You can hear him moaning against your cunt, only adding to the intensity.

“Levi— m’gonna cum—“ You stammer out, gripping the top of the headboard harder. Your legs becoming shaky, your breaths coming out in shallower pants, feeling the knot becoming tighter and tighter. “mmm cum on ma’face ya’ pretty thing..” he said, muffled by your body weight. Somehow you managed too hear it and-

Oh. That did it.

You felt the knot snap on your stomach, a loud moan being ripped from your throat as your eyes roll back in heaven, seeing the damn light of heaven behind your eyelids. Warmth spreading through your body as your warm cum gushes on his face, his greedy tongue quickly lapping up all he can get. A little disappointed as some of your delicious cum was wasted by dripping down his chin. But that’s okay, he can tell he’ll get plenty more in the future. Another low groan leaves his throat at the taste and feeling of you quivering, occasionally jolting on his face from the orgasm. Tongue fucking your through your high.

“ya’ did such a good job baby..~” he muttered out, licking your cunt clean. It was his thing afterall, making sure everything stays clean. He has to grip your thighs to make sure you don’t fall backwards onto the bed, leaving small finger marks in the soft flesh. When he was done licking you clean, he began to rub soft circles on your thighs where he left the marks, attempting to soothe any pain if any at all.

He gives your puffy clit a soft kiss before he gently pushes you onto your back on the, looming over you. Licking his lips clean of your arousal. You were still catching your breath as he plants hot, wet kisses down your face to your neck, marking you up more than before, speaking softly. “do you want more, my pretty girl..?” he whispered into your ear, feeling the erection in his pants pulse against your thigh.

“yes… please, Levi..…” You babbled softly, pressing a kiss on the side of his head. That made something break inside him. He sits up straight, practically ripping his shirt off, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He unzips his captain pants, his hard cock slapping against his lower stomach.

Damn. For his height, he was packing.

You gasped softly, seeing the painfully hard cock pulse against his stomach, a trail of precum glistening on the tip and down the front. His tip so red and angry. You looked up at him with soft, lustful eyes.

“It’s all for you my pretty, only for you…” He coos out, moving one hand to the side of your head and leaning over you, the other violently pumping his cock with his fist. He moved his hand from his cock down to your puffy slit, collecting up arousal and his slavia, making you shiver and moan softly in response. He spreads it all over the tip of his flushed cock, moaning softly as he begins to pump again, spreading the fluids down his shaft.

He planted a soft kiss on your lips before pulling back again, looking down at you. He swears he could cum right then and there just from the sight, but he keeps himself together, guiding the tip to run through your slick folds.

“ya’ ready to take me baby.…?” He says softly, teasing your aching entrance with his tip. You moaned softly at the feeling once more, your body still incredibly sensitive from your orgasm earlier. You nod in response, “f-fuck me Levi…” you said, your voice quivering and soft.

With a swift movement, he places your shaking legs over his shoulders, immediately guiding his tip back to your pulsing entrance. “m’gonna fuck you so well…” He pants out, like a wild animal in heat. “m’gonna fill you up so well, Take it all—“ he babbles, not even fully aware of what the hell he was saying as he pushed the tip in, groaning in the process.

He’s not going to get you pregnant on the first fuck. Later? Perchance. Now? No.

“oh my godddddd, s’tight..” he hissed out, moving his hands to the back of your thighs now that he had the tip in, not needing to guide it any further. You gasp in response, your back arching against the mattress of your bed, your body begins to tremble all over again, jolts of electricy sparking through you. “L-Levi! fuckkkk” you moaned out, letting your eyes shut and lean your head back against the mattress.

“you’re taking me so well, sucking ma’ cock down so perfectly, baby…” he groans, all of his words going straight to your cunt, your gummy walls tightening impossibly more around him as he sinks his cock in deeper. Eventually bottoming out as he twitches in your tight walls, his pubic bone pressed flushed against yours.

Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, feeling tears of pleasure and pain from the stretch prickle at your inner eyes, your mouth stuck open in a silent scream, a soft squeak escaping your mouth. He briefly closed his eyes as well, relishing the feeling of being balls deep inside your tight body. He takes a few deep breaths before moving in shallow thrusts. “mmm, ya’ like that baby? ya’ like my fat cock stretching you? yur’ so beautiful…” He growled out, his words slurring slightly. his hands moving from the back of your thighs to your waist, pulling you impossibly deeper. He was trying to be gentle, but his harsher, dominate side was kicking back in. You just felt too good!! :(

“yes! oh shit— yes, Levi!” you moaned and gasped out out, small tears flowing down your puffy cheeks as your knees were pressed to your chest as he shallowly thrusted into you, stretching you out into the shape of his cock. You were so wet that your juices were enough lube for him to easily slip inside and out. He pulled out, leaving the tip pusling at your hole before slamming back in with no warning.

If there was one thing everyone including you knew about Levi, it was that he had CRAZY stupid stamina and strength. He was an Ackerman, afterall.

he made his feet sit flat on the mattress as he basically mounts you, now moving desperately inside you. Basically vertically— “Levi! Mfg!~ S-slow down— Fuckkkk!” you try and choke out through moans, which fall on deaf ears as his thrusts speed up more, his heavy balls smacking against your ass. “deeper, deeper, deeper,” You heard him babble out. Yeah, he was pussywiped at the very least. holding onto your calf’s as he drives himself into your weak body, his cock twitching.

“Levi!” you squeak out, moans and whines being ripped from your throat one after another as you feel yet another knot build in your lower stomach, feeling his cock pound against your cervix, creating a buldge inside your poor tummy. Every thrust was so mean, abusing your cervix and pressing harshly against your womb. “m’gonna cummmm!” You whine out, more small tears violently flowing.

“mmm, yes! Cum on this cock, cum on my fucking cock pretty thing…” He demands, a white ring forming at the base of his cock from your wetness, his cock leaking precum against your spongy g-spot.

You could see stars in your vision, like God was coming to meet you himself. He continues to pound into you with a rythm, a harsh “thump thump thump” agaisnt your poor, stretched walls. There was no doubt you were waking up everyone in the barrakcs, Hell, maybe even all of Paradis.

You felt his hard thrusts becoming sloppier, signaling he was getting closer aswell. He snakes one hand from your calf down to where you two were connected, running circles over your puffy clit spelling “L-E-V-I” but you were way to cock drunk to make that out. He leaned his head down, kissing you messily. Silencing your loud moans, even though he really wanted it hear more of them, he didn’t want anyone to come complain and ruin this moment he’s fiend after.

You felt the knot in your stomach snap once more as your vision behind your eyelids becomes darker and darker, you swear you were going to pass out “Levi, cumming!~” you managed to moan out before your words became incoherent. — “hm, good girl~ cumming on ma’ cock like such a good girl— sucking me down so well—“ he cooed praises, his thrusts becoming slower and deeper as he paints your tight walls white. Ropes of thick, steamy cum filling your abused cunt.

After a few more sloppily thrusts, ensuring his seed was fucked into you perfectly, he fell beside you, wrapping his arms around you and taking you with him. Snuggling into the side of you, one hand sliding down down and rubbing circles on your lower tummy. “hmm… you’re so good—* he mumbled against your neck, continuing to mumble praises as your breathing became regular again, coming down from your high.

“You definitely woke up the whole building…” he mumbles. Too which, you grab a stray pillow weakly and shove it down on his face, panting softly with your eyes closed. He chuckles at your weak action, letting you keep the pillow on his face as his eyes flutter shut as well.

You two fell asleep together, cuddling up to eachother with your trembling body. Mixed cum still gushing out of your now strecthed cunt, bodies stuck together with sweat, but he would clean up everything in the morning. He was so tired that he didn’t even take the pillow off of his face that you tried to suffocate him with moments before. Your face still flushed from the intimate activitiy but also embarrassment.

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The next morning Levi kissed your forehead goodbye, gently whispering that he has to go teach with Erwin. You didn’t hear it, but it’s the thought that counts. He softly and quietly cleaned up you up, leaving you squeaky clean, and curled up in the warm, plushy covers. You sure as hell weren’t going to training today, or maybe not for the rest of the week.

As you finally got out of bed for food, you threw an oversized shirt and loose shorts on. The shirt going off your shoulder, exposing your marks on your collarbone and upper chest. But you were too tired to even care; figuring everyone was already out from the barracks and training. As soon as you opened the door, you were met with a smugged face Hange, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

How long was she standing there? Doesn’t matter.

“GET OUT—“ you yelled, causing the brown haired girl to giggle and scamper away. You will be discussing this later with her anyway.

𝘼/𝙉: ☆ - 𝙈𝘼��𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏- ☆

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"Black Fire" review

Novel from 1983 by Sonni Cooper, and as far as I know, the only TOS novel from this author. This one was pretty fun, fast-paced, and a real page-turner. It's also notorious for being totally nuts, and having Spock going rogue and doing all sorts of crazy things. The intro was written by Theodore Sturgeon, no less. It's also very, veeeery spirk-heavy (and so far, the only K/S novel I've read that seems to get their relationship right, without going over-the-top).

Spock is the central character, and for the most part, the story follows his solo adventures, though Scotty shares some of these exploits in the early chapters. Amazingly, and despite all the unusual stuff that Spock gets involved with, he manages to stay believable. The other characters are all well-written too, even if they take a background place. And the same goes for the original ones, in particular Desus, the Romulan befriended by Spock.

The story takes place shortly before TMP. One thing that surprised me, is that this novel doesn't seem afraid to modify canon in substantial ways. Most of these books are more timid when playing with the characters, and focus on self-contained adventures that have little impact on the whole. Main characters are rarely put in real danger, or suffer grave injuries. Here, on the other hand, we have the entire primary hull of the Enterprise being destroyed and jettisoned in the very first chapter (a year before The Search for Spock blew the ship to pieces). The TMP uniforms are introduced already by the end of the five-year mission. Spock suffers a disabling injury, portrayed with realism, and not resolved immediately and easily with a magic pill. Also, this book gets pretty dark at times; Spock tries to kill himself not once, but twice... And a popular guest character from the series is also killed for real.

Some spoilers below the cut:

The Enterprise is in a routine mission, training cadets fresh from the Academy, when a massive explosion in the bridge leaves the primary hull destroyed, Kirk in critical condition, Spock with a splinter lodged near his spine, and many cadets dead. The primary hull has to be evacuated and separated, while the rest of the ship limps back to a starbase. In the following investigation, Starfleet declares that everything was a mere accident. But neither Spock nor Scotty are satisfied with this answer, since nothing on the bridge could cause an explosion of such magnitude. Therefore, they travel back to the jettisoned hull to find clues.

Spock is suspicious of some new yeoman, who entered and left the bridge shortly before the explosion. In her abandoned quarters they find two clues: a piece of paper with dots, which seems to be a star chart; and a ton of depilatory cream. However, Starfleet isn't convinced by this flimsy evidence. So Spock starts the first of a long series of reckless actions, and steals a small ship with Scotty, to travel to the star system depicted in the paper. Spock is in severe pain (and having suffered a similar injury in the past myself, I can testify: he IS in pain), but leaves nonetheless before undergoing the necessary surgery (I told you Spock is nuts in this novel). Meanwhile, Kirk's still recovering and has no clue of what's going on.

When Spock and Scotty arrive at the only habitable planet of the star map, they find out that a Romulan and Klingon ships have also been lured to that place by similar maps. Everything was a trap, and all of them are captured by the Tomariians, and brought to their home planet in an ancient rocket. The Tomariians are short, stocky and very hairy aliens, living in an extreme cold environment. Being poor and primitive, they've turned to scavenging, adapting the most disparate technologies to expand across their sector of the galaxy. Spock and the others meet the Tomariian leader, Ilsa. The one who disguised herself as a yeoman to plant the explosive in the Enterprise (hence all that depilatory cream). And she takes a liking to Spock, just as every other woman in this book.

The Tomariians plan to test their captives' strenght by sending them to different battlefields. This way they could determine the weaknesses of Federation members, Klingons and Romulans, in order to expand later through their territories. Spock's injury worsens, to the point that he's left immobile from waist down. But due to her attraction for him, Ilsa spares his life. Meanwhile, Kirk has found clues about Spock and Scotty's whereabouts, so finally, the Enterprise rescues them in the nick of time.

Back in the ship, Spock has to fulfill the promise he made to the Romulan woman captured with him: to warn the Empire of the Tomariian threat, should she not survive. After this, Spock has to face a court-martial for all his offenses: stealing a starship, and above all, establishing secret communications with the Romulan and Klingon empires. Charged with treason, he's sent to prison, where he meets and befriends the Romulan pirate Desus.

I won't spoil anything more (this is about halfway through the novel). Suffice to say that, after this, Spock gets involved in a prison break. He becomes a pirate by the name of "Black Fire", and gains a following of fangirls that write love poems about him (an amusing parody of real-world fandom). And finally defects to the Romulan Empire, creating massive drama with Kirk. Of course, there's a satisfactory explanation for Spock going amok, at the end.

Spirk Meter: 10/10*: Kirk and Spock are separated most of the time and have little physical contact, but the story truly reads as a break-up/reconciliation one. Specially with the introduction of Desus as a rival for Spock's affection. In the first chapter, Kirk is partially healed by a mind meld with Spock, and sighs his name upon waking up. Then Kirk anguishes over Spock's disappearance, and risks the entire ship to go rescue him (well... and Scotty). And there's a lot of commentary about how Kirk is Spock's only close relationship, and how his defection to the Romulans is a particularly painful blow for Kirk. The whole issue of Spock's treason has Kirk on edge and in a foul mood, to the point that other crewmembers are afraid of bringing the subject in his presence. As other books with a lot of spirk content, it's difficult to pinpoint single scenes, since it's a general theme all over the place. Add to this, Spock's absolute indiference towards all the women swooning around him.

Then there's, of course, Spock and Desus' extremely close friendship, said to rival that with Kirk. At one point, Desus reads aloud some of the love poems that Spock has inspired as "Black Fire". And one has to wonder if he isn't adressing the words to Spock himself.

McCoy doesn't appear much in the novel. But still gets some McKirk and Spones. In the beginning, he's devastated by Kirk's serious injuries and his inability to cure him, crying about the prospect of losing "the man he both admired and loved". Then, at the end, McCoy asks Spock to sign his book of love (and erotic) poems dedicated to him (!!!???), as an excited fangirl. "To belong to this man of fire, if only for a moment. - My flaming love." he reads aloud. And Spock even gives him his pirate earring as a gift. The novel closes with these lines: The black jewel gleamed its strange luminescence in McCoy's palm, but it was no match for the gleam in Spock's dark smiling eyes.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

#star trek novels #novel review #star trek tos #spirk #k/s #spones #mckirk

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Literally anything about Echo, please. Could be before or during bad batch, I’m just completely head over heels for the man

PAST LIVES // Echo x Reader

Summary: Echo's been rescued from Skako Minor, settling into Clone Force 99 slowly but surely. His past catches up with him during a routine diagnostic run, and you... well, you're unknowingly somewhere between a memory and a reunion. Echo is convinced he knows best.

Something wasn't right, things were too soft and hazy, too golden, too warm, dreamy… But the way you were smiling at him, the way your warm fingers were tracing patterns through his hair, Echo couldn’t bring himself to think too hard about it. It had been far too long since he’d had time with you like this, legs tangled together, his hands were settled on you waist, and you were smiling lazily. Maybe something was right for the first time in a while.

Where was he again? Your apartment on Coruscant? The Barracks? Why couldn’t he tell? Then you shifted, rolling so you were on top of his chest. The hand not on his bicep crept up his torso, nails scratching just right to make his back arch. Maybe it didn’t matter where you were...

"We gotta get up." Your voice was sleepy but happy, muffled as you dropped your face into the crook of his neck. Echo wanted to focus on your voice, on the feel of your lashes against his jaw, but under your voice was the hint of something else. Something that injected a bit of urgency into his system, but nothing here was that urgent right? Echo wrapped his arms a bit tighter around your waist, but nothing felt different, like you slipping through his fingers.

"Echo, you need to wake up now." You said again, suddenly not buried in his neck but staring down at him expectantly. The warmth was sapping away, despite your touch his legs were feeling colder and stiffer. Your voice wasn’t soft, but an order, behind it was the reverberation of someone else’s. Rex? Fives? No, that wasn’t right either. Echo started to try to sit up, reaching up to run a hand through your hair, locks slipped over his quickly cooling fingers like an water washing away an illusion, revealing a durasteel scomp link in it’s place.

The urgency was rising, his other hand running over his head to find his cropped cut gone. Barely any stubble had started to regrow, his face had gone gaunt. Furrowed brows lifted his eyes to you, the golden version of you smiling and the cold urgent version of yourself flickering like a faulty holo-com. He tried calling your name, but a static shock at the base of his neck catapulted him first into darkness though he was becoming rapidly more aware of his reality.

Half a moment later, a hand shook his shoulder and he startled awake again. The harsh white light of the Kaminoan medical bay was a stark difference to the hazy golden light in his dream.

It had been a dream, of course it had, Echo hadn’t spoken to you since…well, since he’d been a different man.

"Diagnostic scans are looking good. New implants are operating satisfactory. " Tech announced, tapping away at a data pad that was connected by a couple wires to the base of Echo’s skull. The former ARC trooper sighed, craning his neck this way and that though the cybernetics along his spine wouldn’t let the joints pop.

"Great, can we find a way to test these things without knocking me out?" He groaned, watching Tech tap at a few more things. The genius rose his eyebrows.

"We could but we risk neural overload, neural underload, brain fry, memory lapse, short term memory loss, long term memory loss, hallucinations,…" Tech’s list was on going, bordering on droning but Echo’s focus was lost when motion at the door way caught his eye. The medbay doors swished apart, making room for two clones. Two older cadets in training armor, one half supporting his brother who was sans helmet. The injured one had blood dribbling down his forehead and looked more than a little dazed. Training incidents, those happened all the time. It was the pretty civilian nurse who flanked the pair that held Echo's attention, taking the injured cadet under his other arm to help him walk straight.

You.

It was like being shocked all over again.

Echo was an entirely different man now, but you… You’d barely changed. Sure, your hair was a little longer now, a couple more shadows under your eyes. But, you were still you. The woman that Echo had loved, still loved. He couldn't help but watch you sit the injured trooper down, asking both cadets diagnostic questions. They seemed flustered under your keen eyes, casting each other wide eyed looks when you’d offer them that soft, reassuring smile you gave all your patients.

You’d given Echo that smile, it seemed like decades ago now when you’d met, and, kriff, it’d stunned him to silence, too. Still did. Echo watched you put gloves on, sliding them over a ring he’d given you shortly before he left for the Citadel. And he watched those gloved hands gently feel over the Cadet’s head, not quite like you used to play with his hair, but just as gentle. He couldn’t quite hear your voice, but he could see your lips moving, your face was still gentle, probably explaining what you were doing or cracking a joke as opposed to the scolding you used to serve the 501st when they’d get hurt doing something dumb.

The cadet flinched as you started to clean the shallow wound on his forehead, and Echo almost laughed at the face you made at him. There was the scolding, judging by how the cadet sat up a little straighter. It didn’t take you long, cleaning, bandaging, shining a light in the clone’s eyes.

"Alright, I think you’ll survive, just barely."

Echo couldn’t hear you, but he knew that glint in your eyes. You always said that when treating minor wounds; you thought it was funny. He knew exactly the lilt of your voice, which words you put emphasis on, the quirk of your brow, the breath of a laugh you’d tag on the end as you patted the Cadet’s knee. He’d heard you say it a hundred times, been the patient on the receiving end when he’d make excuses to come see you in the medbay before he asked you out.

Tech was prodding his shoulder again, trying to get his attention. Echo could just barely hear him over the rash of memories going through his mind.

"Are you even listening to me? Something made your brainwaves spike." Tech questioned finally looking up from his datapads to follow Echo’s line of sight to you, "Oh."

The cadets were leaving now, you were cleaning up the bit of mess you made before taking a sweep of the infirmary. Your eyes landed on the two different clones, your brow twitched for a moment as you looked at him. A spark of recognition dimmed by a crash of sadness before you shook your head, offering the two of them a smile and wave.

"Can I help with anything?" You called after setting a cleaning droid on your station. You were walking over, curiosity in your pretty eyes.

"No, just routine diagnostics." Tech answered when Echo just stared at you like a ghost. Ironic considering he was the more ghost like of the two of you. You slipped more into work mode, eyes scanning over the cybernetics on his head and dumbstruck look.

"And they’re coming back green?" You asked, sincerely, reaching out to gently take hold of Echo’s chin. Kriff, if you touched him he didn’t know what he’d do. He’d been so carefully avoiding you since his rescue. Stars, the truth was clawing up his throat to tangle with the wisps of your perfume that he’d breathed in, like sparks and gas. It burned your presence into him, but, dank farrik, it was nice to be warm again.

But could he do this to you? You deserved more than what he’d become, he couldn’t give you what he once could. Could he put you through that after everything?

Rex had told him. How hard you took it when the news of Echo’s apparent death was broken to you. Everything you’d been through afterwards. Rex told him that you weren’t coping well, you were becoming reckless, distant. Barely eating, barely sleeping, less patient, quiet. The only reason you were still working in the GAR at all was because some of the boys were worried what might happen to you if you were formally discharged. So, Rex pulled some strings, had you transferred back to Kamino where you’d been primarily an instructor, teaching cadets medical skills, running drills with them to show them how to work with civilians in the field, and taking shifts in the infirmary just to keep busy. Compared to what Kix had described, you seemed to finally be doing better. You seemed like you.

Echo could feel the warmth emanating off your fingertips as they got closer, reminding him exactly why he needed to not be this close. That spark of recognition was back in your stare, your brow twitching. At the last second, Echo flinched backwards away from your fingers, leaning away to try not to choke on your scent as he cleared his throat.

"Just a little out of sync when things come back online, ma’am, nothing to worry about. ‘M fine." Echo forced his voice to be rigid, cut and dry, the way soldiers were supposed to talk to civilians like you. Anything else, he’d be afraid you’d clock him based just off his tone. You always could do that, pick him out of a crowd with your eyes closed. Sometimes, Fives and Jesse would convince Echo to play ‘musical armor’ to try to trick you, you wouldn’t even have to turn around. The moment Echo opened his mouth, you’d hit him with a sweet greeting. It always made the guys laugh, but it made Echo feel… right, warm all the way through. So, he couldn’t risk it and kept his voice firm.

Echo expected you to look at him weird, maybe even be irritated at his cold tone, but instead, you just smiled, shaking your head with the slightest laugh as you dropped your hand back to your side.

"What?" Echo pressed, fighting the urge to smile back. He shouldn’t have, he needed to leave. It was nice to have you this close again, but it’d just hurt more in the long run. You straightened up, taking a half step back.

"Sorry, you just… remind me of someone I used to know."

Echo tried not to flinch at that.

"We’re needed in the docking bay."

Both of you had completely forgotten Tech was there. The batch’s genius was watching Echo carefully and you curiously, and for all the crap they gave him, Tech had obviously picked up on Echo’s inner struggle. Tech stood slowly, slipping his helmet on and handed Echo’s to him, "We’ll see ourselves out."

Echo nodded to Tech, and also to himself, before offering you a curt nod as well, just for the excuse to give you another short look. Your brows crinkled again, but Echo turned on his heel to follow Tech out before he could give you anymore reason to question him.

"Oh, alright. Bye then." Your voice was soft, confused as you stared at the two men leaving the infirmary.

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"You knew her."

Tech’s phrase wasn’t a question, but a fact. Stated as such as they walked back to the docking bay. Echo answered it like one anyone, after he slipped his helmet on, hoping it’d make him harder to read.

"Uh, yeah. She used to work in the 501st." Not a lie, you had worked in the 501st, after the incident on the Rishi moon.

"Your body language suggests some sort of deeper relation than simple coworkers. Your pupils dilated, brainwaves spiked, vocal change, hyper fixated focus, fidgety muscle reactions-"

"Don’t need a biology lesson, Tech." Echo groaned, "And I’m suggesting that it doesn’t matter anymore."

"It just insinuates that-"

"Un-insinuate it then."

"Hmm." Tech hummed, casting an odd look to the newest member of the Batch.

"I..." Echo thought for a moment, trying to come up with some sort of dismissal, but that truth was still crawling up his throat. His shoulders slumped a bit as he fixed his helmeted gaze on the pristine white floors, "I'm not the man she knew."

wow this is so dramatic and unedited lol

#arc trooper echo x reader #Echo x reader #tbb Echo #tbb x reader #Bad batch echo #bad batch x reader #the bad batch x reader

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Daily Routine of Cadet in Indian Air Force Academy#airforce#academy#indain

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mychlapci · 2 months

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I think ageswap au Prowl was definitely passed over by, like. MOST of high command until Sunstreaker and Sideswipe picked him up. Command is hearing about Prowl a lot more than most cadets and it’s never good. He’s mouthy, asks too many questions, won’t do what he’s told (or will seem to do it, but actually do whatever the fuck he feels like)—and it’s driving his sergeants insane. None of the other cadets seem to like him and at least a part of that is him getting them all in trouble, but even when Prowl tries his level best to connect with them he’s just. Transparently Other. He won’t go drinking period. Seems like he abhors parties. Lashes out easily and when Prowl apologized it’s usually Badly. The mech does like to race, but nobot actually wants him there and while not great with social skills, Prowl can tell. He’s a problem mech. Autobot High Command’s general consensus is that he’ll either wash out of training or scrape along and never accomplish much, no matter HOW good his test scores are.

Except Sunstreaker and Sideswipe go to actually observe this Prowl before writing him off. And what do you know, a lot of these behaviors are awfully familiar to two former, feral children turned gladiators. Prowl is… maybe the same age as his fellow cadets, but he’s YOUNG is the thing. Prowl claims to be a cold construct, but with Praxus destroyed there’s hardly any records left. That processor and the specialized hardware leaves mechs wondering, for certain. Whether or not it’s true is anyone’s guess, but no matter the case he definitely onlined right at the ugly end of Sentinel Prime’s reign. Destined for war with no other real choices. Frustrated and afraid and trying to find some kind of identity, only to routinely be told that said self is just not what anyone is looking for. It’s a familiar and very bitter pill for the twins to swallow, so they pick him up just to prove everyone wrong. Because if they deserved their chance, then this half feral mechling deserves one too.

I think even the twins are surprised at how well it works. Prowl’s never going to be a social butterfly, and he stays blunt and somewhat awkward no matter how hard they try, but he does better with a small group of concentrated “adult” attention. Much, MUCH later into their acquaintance Prowl will admit that much of his lashing out and mouthiness was just a poor attempt to seize any amount of control he could over a life where he was constantly afraid and had none. That he had convinced himself that if he could just control EVERYTHING then he’d finally feel okay. And also he’s sorry. Which, of course, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had already guessed. But they only pet and fuss over their trainee and say oh, how brave you are.

Of course, the twins toting Prowl around has exposed him to most of command. Who have found out that, actually, he isn’t a bad egg. He’s got plenty of potential, and just needs one-on-one attention he wasn’t getting before. Like, the second most of the old-timers met him, they went “Oh, he’s a KID.”

And that’s how it all got started (with kinky sex along the way)

You said it much better than I have... Prowl just needed a chance, a guiding hand. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe saw so much of themselves in his struggle for attention and power and agency. They were determined to prove that he's not "just a bad kid", he just needs a push down the right path!

#tf hc's #ageswap au #texty

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arteastica · 10 months

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early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (17)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 4.1k

“Let me see.” You took the notebook from him, your head resting on his shoulder as your eyes scanned the paper. “Oh! Very impressive. I can understand almost everything.”

“Well, if you want to get better at something all you have to do is practice.” He held the paper away from his face and tilted it slightly, as if trying to get a new perspective. “Practice and practice every time you get the chance to. And, sitting on this bed all day, I can confidently say that I have had way too many of those.”

You stared at him as he rolled his wrist and went back to writing. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for being so strict about the things he was or wasn’t allowed to do. However, this thought process was already all too familiar to your brain, and you had learned how to deal with it over course of the last few weeks: All you had to do was remind yourself that everything was for his own good, and the guilt would automatically start to fade.

You were taking care of him exactly like the doctor had advised, and if the satisfied nods he gave to himself whenever he came to check up on the Commander were anything to go by, you were happy to report it all seemed to be working. The horrible fevers were finally gone, and so was the discharge from his wound. And, not only that, but every time he held your hand, you could tell his grip was getting firmer and stronger.

Life seemed to be slowly going back to normal, not just for him, but for everyone at the headquarters. Well, at least as normal as things could get after everything that had happened. The incident with Reiner and Bertolt had taken a toll on every member of the 104th Training Corps, especially on Eren and Connie, who were the closest to them, even though they wouldn’t admit to it. And, although you hadn’t seen Krista since the Summer, when she had been sent to Squad Leader Miche’s base, you could only imagine how affected she had to be by Ymir’s absence.

And, speaking of Squad Leader Miche, you couldn’t believe he was gone. And not only that, but the circumstances of his passing were downright traumatizing. You had struggled to fall asleep for several nights after filing his death report. The testimonies of those who witnessed th-

“What do you think of this one?” The Commander’s voice pulled you out of the disturbing headspace you had slowly started to sink into.

“I think it’s not fair that your handwriting is prettier than mine when that isn’t even your dominant hand.”

He had been practicing how to write with his left hand for weeks now. That, along with daily walks along the forest path, which by the way had started as a way for him to get some fresh air, but that now had turned into his excuse to wander around the castle supervising everything and everyone, were the only things he was allowed to do under your strict care. But now that the risk of his wound reopening was minimal, you couldn’t wait for him to go back to his routine. You knew that would help him recover faster.

He also received regular visits from Captain Levi and Captain Hange, and they would plot things for hours behind closed doors. Fortunately, you didn’t have to worry about the Commander overexerting himself, because Captain Levi was as much, if not much more, inflexible than you were about what the Commander was or wasn’t allowed to do. You knew he wouldn’t hesitate cutting the meetings short if needed.

As for you and what your days looked like lately, well, you had practically moved to the office. If your mother knew, she would probably say you were married to your job. In fact, there were only two places someone looking for you would need to go in order to find you: your desk or his bed.

During the day, your hand never stopped gliding over papers and seemingly endless reports, and you only got up from your chair if you needed his signature or something from another department. And, during the night, well, you spent most of them with him.

You had stopped sleeping in your room; choosing to stay and keep him company instead. Although his body was recovering well, you were still concerned about his mental health. He was strong and resilient. You knew that. In his time as the 13th Commander, and throughout his whole life really, he had probably overcome numerous tragic situations like these, but the thing is…never without a limb. This was a first. And his dominant hand at that, the one that he needed for virtually everything. So, all things considered, you had decided to accompany him, to stand by him, as he learned to go about his day using his left hand instead.

But, as inappropriate as these thoughts were in nature, and as ashamed as you felt for having them in these moments when everyone, on a personal level and the Scouts as a whole, was going through tough times, you had to admit it was hard to spend most nights in his room, on his bed, breathing his scent, all while not being able to climb on top and have him make love to you.

There were nights when you felt as if you were fighting some sort of addiction, and, at the risk of sounding dramatic, you were pretty confident this was some type of withdrawal experience you were having. The half of the winter holidays you hadn’t spent tormenting yourself over his ex-lover, you had spent fingering yourself to the melodic sound of his voice whispering your name, rubbing your clit to the indecent wet noises he had made when sliding in and out of you that night.

Some nights, especially the coldest ones, when you would snug closer to him and bury your face in the crook of his neck, you had to confess it had taken everything in you not to kiss his inviting skin, not to trace that tempting vein with your tongue. And, needless to say, it had taken everything in you not to reach inside his pants and let your hand tell him how much you had missed him.

And, for some reason you couldn’t explain, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about his thick, remarkable eyebrows locked in a frown of concentration, as his impossibly blue eyes stared at you from between your thighs, and his tongue told your clit all sorts of secrets.

Sadly, however, all you could do was imagine what that would feel like. Because the doctor had been very clear: Refrain from any violent movement or strenuous activity that could hurt his wound. And although, you didn’t ask, you were certain that sex, especially the type you craved and needed, fell under one or both of those categories.

“Well, like I said, practice can only make you better.” He said suddenly, and you honestly had forgotten what he was even replying to. He looked so innocent, eyes glued on his notebook, his inexperienced left hand trying its best to hold the pen, and the remnants of a smile still present on his lips. You knew you shouldn’t, but maybe you could get away with blaming his cotton shirt and the way it clung to the muscles of his broad, sculpted chest; or his tongue and that innocent lick it gave his lips every so often… It all reminded you of a question you wanted to ask that night, when he first made love to you.

“Is that why you are so good in bed?” The moment those words left your mouth, and even before that really, you scolded yourself. You knew you shouldn’t, but you also didn’t know better. Both, your pussy and you, were practically starving, and in such critical condition, decisions are not necessarily rational.

You looked up at him, chin resting on his shoulder, your eyes widening out of hunger more than curiosity. “Did you get a lot of practice over the years?”

He turned to look at you, the way his eyes started devouring your lips instantly getting things tingling in all the right places, especially the very specific bundle of nerves between your legs. It was honestly ridiculous how ready you were for him all the time.

“I hope you’re aware of how unfair that is.” He said, his lips looking more inviting than ever. “Saying that when we both know you are not going to let me touch you.”

You had to admit it was unfair. You were not clueless, you had indeed noticed the way his longing fingers would invite themselves under your nightgown in the late hours, or the way they would linger on your thigh for dangerous periods of time when you were cuddling. And you were also aware of how much self-restraint had been required in order to decline the invitation he was so readily extending. It would have been so easy for you to act on it, you knew he would have welcomed your tongue or your hand gladly.

You sighed and climbed on top of him, choosing to take responsibility for your actions. “I know, and I’m sorry. This one is totally on me.” You couldn’t hide the smile that took over your lips, and in all honesty, you didn’t even try. You locked your hands behind his neck, and lost your gaze into those eyes you would never get tired of seeing. Those deep blue eyes that were to your skin what raindrops to the cobblestones on the hottest day of the summer. And you wondered what harm could a short, sweet kiss do?

“Just a kiss. Okay?” You warned, not even waiting for him to nod before closing the distance between you.

It was not like your lips hadn’t touched at all in the last few weeks. Since you had been staying in his room, of course you wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to kiss him good morning and good night. But it wasn’t the same. Because there was something about finally getting to sit on his lap again, something about the firm grip of his hand on the back of your neck, something about the way he was able to change and control your breathing with a single movement of his tongue. It was like going home after spending an entire life away.

And for a moment, somewhere between his hand pushing your face even closer to his, your mouth opening wider and his tongue reaching deeper, just as the first moan escaped your lips, you felt like you were in your little bubble again. Closed off from the rest of the world, from the loss, the tragedy, the mourning, your insecurities, and the weight of his responsibilities as commander.

And you wondered if it would be possible for the bubble to burst from the inside out. Because your chest was now so full. So full that nothing, not even air, could fit anymore. And maybe that was the reason behind your erratic, shallow breathing; and why you felt as if you were drowning in air.

In his lips.

Your brain was desperately asking you to breathe, but any plea would be effectively hushed by the obscene sounds now leaving your mouth. The rest of your body couldn’t hear the orders, and that would explain why you were completely unable to stop kissing him. And, judging by the way his kiss had turned messy, his lips now devouring the corners of your mouth and your jaw indiscriminately, you could tell he was also finding it hard to stop himself.

His fingers, now completely entangled with your hair, made you think of how different this all felt. So different from the gentle, sweet lovemaking he had showed you the first night you were together. This time, there was something in the air, a raw intensity in the moment, something that was now making his lips abuse a particular spot on your neck, and your fingers, grasp his soft, golden strands.

“Goodness, I miss you so much.” You said, a whisper, the only thing that was able to come out of your breathless lungs. Your mouth opened in a silent moan, as you desperately gasped for air.

And maybe it was the way he started undoing the top buttons of your shirt, or the fact that his face was now buried in the space between your breasts, but you started to feel possessive very quickly. And a very specific person came to mind. She didn’t have a face, because you had never met her. But your insecurities knew her personally.

You looked down and contemplated the way his mouth ravaged your cleavage, his eyes closed and brow furrowed as his lips sucked on the soft, plump skin of your breasts. There was something about seeing his face next to the laces of your bra, and your fingers laced into the base of his soft, blond hair. It hit you: It was your chest his face was buried into. It was the lacework of your underwear the one providing the frame to his gorgeous face. It was your breasts the ones making his brow furrow like that. It was your scent the one making him press his nose so desperately against your skin. It was your body the one he was going feral over.

This was your man. Yours only.

“Commander, I hate the thought of you thinking about a-anyone else.” You said in between moans, moans that his tongue needed to take full responsibility for. “I- I hate to think about your hand sliding under- ah” Speaking of his hand, the way it suddenly squeezed your breast made it increasingly impossible for you to speak. “Under her skirt, or your lips giving her anything other than a quick, a-and very uninterested smile.” You managed to confess, and you wouldn’t blame him if he started to wonder where the fuck had all this come from. After all, he had no way of knowing about the mental breakdowns you had over the possibility of him still loving someone else. “I want your eyes on me. And me only.”

“Well, those are not thoughts you need to concern yourself with.” He stopped ravaging your breasts, and you found yourself hoping it was only momentarily, choosing to lock eyes with you instead. Goodness, you swore there were times that blue could burn so hot. “Because, as far as skirts go…” His fingers trailed along the curve of your ass, until they reached your thigh. “There’s only one my fingers want to slide under.” You took a sudden, violent breath. “It was light blue, silky, tight and so sinfully tempting…”

“I wore it just for you.” You reminded him, hands letting go of his hair and resting on his chest for support as you leaned forward to whisper into his ear. “And I can wear it for you again, anytime you want.” Or I can wear nothing at all, you were tempted to add.

“You know, when I saw you in that little dress,” his lips curved into a subtle smirk, while his hand drew dangerous patterns on your leg, “I had so many thoughts. And each one was more indecent than the other.”

“Like what?” Your eyes bored into his, eagerly waiting for an answer they already had a pretty good guess about.

“I wondered if you would mind my fingers sneaking in through that slit.” You gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly, as if you were about to fall and it was the only thing available to hold on to. “The one in your dress.” He said as his fingertips caressed the tight fabric of your jeans. “And despite how perfect it looked on you, I couldn’t stop thinking that it would look even better on the floor, discarded and forgotten,” he leaned in to whisper, soft and slow against your lips, “along with your panties, in case you were wearing any.”

An obscene whimper escaped your lips as soon as those words left his, and vivid images of him pulling your soaked underwear down and immediately burying his face in between your legs made you clench around nothing. He had talent. You had to admit. So much talent to get into the deepest, most intimate and sensitive parts of yourself with such immaculate smoothness.

“I was, but very little.” You confessed, holding his gaze, as his hand squeezed your thigh tightly. You knew it was just waiting for you to grant him entrance.

So you did.

“Just like the one I’m wearing now.”

Immediately after those words, you felt his hand on you, cupping your pussy; the sudden contact making you groan loudly. His lips, now grazing against your ear, barely touching as they whispered:

“You don’t know how much I want to make love to you right now.” But you knew, the yearning touch of his hand between your legs, fondling you, gave it away. His hot breath in your ear was disarming, and you had no choice but to lean in, to melt into the sweet nothings he had begun to whisper with that smoky voice of his. “I wish you’d let me…” He took your earlobe in between his teeth, pulling it softly. “Because I can’t stop thinking about how good you feel…” You writhed and squirmed against his hand “…And about all the things I would do to you.”

His voice was deeper than the forest, and his words felt like velvet in your ears.

“What things?” You took shallow, loud breaths; eyes closed, basking in all the sensations offered by his hot breath against the sensitive skin of your ear. “What things would you do to me, Commander?” You asked, and you could hear a very faint voice inside your head scolding you for feeding into this. And you tried to remind yourself of the doctor instructions, you really did, but your mouth wasn’t cooperating. It chose to let out another desperate sound instead, one that came directly from between your legs, where your soaked panties were proof of how much you anticipated his answer. You never knew you could need someone’s cock this badly.

“Anything to make you feel good, like you deserve.” His hand, still between your legs all this time, gave you a not-so-gentle squeeze. “Princess.”

You moaned loudly, unable to stop your hips from rolling on his lap. You had to admit that last word sounded exceptionally melodic on his lips.

“Just tell me what you want me to do to you and I will.”

And the honest answer left your mouth before you could stop it.

“I want you to taste me, Commander.” You said, and not in a shy way, as you opened your eyes to look straight into his. You took notice of his pretty lips, now slightly parted, and couldn’t help but imagine how soft they would feel between your legs instead. “I want you to make me come.” You slid your hand down his strong, solid chest, as you leaned forward to confess your fantasy. “With your tongue only.” You could feel him harden under your words, his excitement deliciously poking at your inner thigh, making you repeat your wish. “Please make me come, Commander.”

He studied your face, as your heart restlessly awaited for his response. And, although you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, you could tell, thanks to the desperate squirming of your hips against his erection, that you needed him between your legs immediately, and that any part of his body would be welcomed.

“Is that so? And where would that be?” He asked after a while, his velvety voice sliding into your ear, and reaching every inch of your body. And although, you were certain he had perfectly understood what you meant, who were you to deny him the explicit answer to that question?

“Against your lips, Commander.” You confessed, stealing a glance at those very lips you wished to be devoured by. “In your tongue. All over your face.”

“So sweet.” His hand finally slipped inside your pants, not even bothering to unbutton your jeans. “I bet you taste so sweet.”

You shivered under the icy blue of his eyes, or maybe it was because of the cold fingertips now touching the wet fabric of your panties, delicately playing with your clit.

“So warm.” He complimented you.

“So pretty.” His fingers traced your slit gently, from bottom to top. “Just as those sounds you make.”

You smiled, closing your eyes, before throwing your head back, granting his lips full access to your neck. And just as they went back to sucking on that same spot from earlier, his fingers pushed your panties to the side and boldly slid inside your wet folds.

You jerked your hips on instinct, moaning at the exquisite intrusion. You wanted his tongue to make you come, but goodness, you loved being fingered by him. You loved to have his middle and ring finger inside, sliding in and out with such dexterity, controlling your breath as well as the sounds that came out of you.

“Fuck, I love to have your fingers inside me.” You lowered your head and moaned against his shoulder, trying not to be too loud in the middle of the day, when there were people walking the corridors just some feet away. But it was hard, the sitting position you were in allowed you to move in a way you could get his fingers as deep and fast as you needed. “Deeper, Commander. Please.”

As his fingers pushed further inside your hole, you realized you could be here all day. “You feel so good right there, Commander. Yes, just like that ah-” Or maybe not. Because the pleasant warmth that started to build up in your lower belly when he curled a finger inside, and his thumb started circling your clit, told you that you wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck, Commander, you’re going to make me come. I-I’m so close.” Your forehead was resting against his shoulder, and all you could hear was the wet sounds escaping from between your legs.

Until, all of a sudden, his fingers stopped moving. And, before you could react, you felt his lips against your ear.

“Lie down and spread your legs for me, princess.”

You would have been frustrated by the disrespectful way in which he pulled his fingers out of you, just mere seconds before your orgasm. You would have, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t be mad when his tongue was about to make all your dreams come true. So you leaned back, propping yourself up on your elbows. And, doing as you were told, you spread your legs wide open for him, as your fingers impatiently reached for the button of your pants. But, just as you were about to undo them, he placed his hand over yours.

You looked up to find out what was wrong, and when you locked eyes and he silently, and rather commandingly, shook his head, you understood. He would take care of it all, and everything left for you to do was sit back and enjoy.

As you closed your eyes and let your head fall back, a mix of pleasure and anticipation made your lips curve delightedly.

“Erwin.” You shut your eyes wide open, completely freezing on the spot when you heard something you weren’t expecting.

Captain Levi’s unmistakable voice.

The knock on the door seemed to be the sign your muscles needed in order to start functioning again, because then, you jumped off the bed. Your hands, completely at a loss, didn’t know if they should button up your shirt or fix your hair first.

“Come in.” The Commander said seconds before Captain Levi’s face appeared at the door.

He eyed you suspiciously before turning to the Commander and doing the same. You then saw his lips separate and his tongue move around his mouth as if trying to choose which words to say.

“Who’s in charge of running this place if you both are busy doing whatever it is that you were doing?”

“Sir, I apologize, sir. I- I was on lunch break, sir. I will go back to the office right now.” You nodded to both the Commander and Captain Levi before retreating back to your desk, actually surprised you could walk, given the throbbing dissatisfaction you were now carrying between your legs.

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Paloma Ajena

genre: angst

warnings: some gory descriptions and death

Annie Leonhart x fem!reader

Author’s Note: the reader speaks Spanish and lyrics from my favorite song (Paloma Ajena) is used too!

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It was anxiety inducing moving into the cabins. Not wanting to be alone, you needed to make at least one friend and a friend group at most. Sadly, your bunk buddy was never interested in conversion, with anyone. You didn’t want to bother her but on the first night, you wanted to shoot your chance. You asked for her name and received a bitter reply.

Annie Leonhart.

You told her it was a pretty name and asked why she joined cadet training but was met with a sudden retort. She asked why you cared and why you were talking to her. You felt your ears go warm out of embarrassment. You stuttered, quickly explaining that you were just trying to make a friend and you were sorry to bother her.

Since then you only said the usual greetings to Annie to remain friendly. After a couple weeks you wanted to try again since you gained some confidence as you made other recent acquaintances. And this time, Annie gave you a real reply. It wasn’t that genuine or detailed but it was a great improvement from day one.

After that, Annie usually gave vague replies but actively listened when you were talking. She mentioned not being from anywhere nearby but never specifically said where from. That was until you expressed interest in her clothing attire. You’ve never seen a piece of clothing like the white closed sweater with a hood she would wear daily. Before Annie gave a clear reply of what the sweater thing was, she lowered her voice and instructed you that you aren’t to tell anyone what she was about to say. You nodded excitedly, crossed your heart and leaned in closer for her to answer. She whispered that it was called a hoodie and she got it from outside the wall. In a shushed voice, you asked if she was from outside the wall to which she nodded. Your eyes widened in shock but gestured your hands zipping your lips. Informing her that her secret is safe with you.

Annie found your first language fascinating, never directly praising it but asked you to translate phrases out of curiosity. Knowing her interest, you decided to give her a nickname. A name only you would know the meaning of and only you could use for her.

Palomita.

You told her it meant “(little) dove” and explained that it was perfect for her because she was as pale and beautiful as a dove. When Annie heard the translation and meaning, she thought it was the corniest thing ever. Deep down, she loved the name. It always brought an invisible smile to her cold expression.

Annie usually sat alone during meal times, you’d join her at the start of the meal but never stay as she’d tell you that she preferred being alone. You’d tell her to come over if she ever needed company. Annie found this incredibly annoying at first but grew to appreciate it. An annoyed expression always painted on her face regardless of how she felt on the inside.

It then became routine that you sat with your closest friends: Sasha, Marco, Connie and Jean. Sasha technically recruited you into the group when she found out you spoke a completely different language from everyone else. Speaking a different language in a space as small as your town and the walls was captivating. It made you somewhat popular.

You were closest to Marco Bolt though. Both being insanely smart but different regions. Marco wanted to go off into the Military Police while you wanted to join the Survey Corps. Marco was more book smart and you were more combat smart.

Within a couple of months, you had also become friends with some of the people that dropped out of cadet training to farm crops. You listened to their stories and reasons for dropping out of training, which you understood. On the rare free days of training, your farmer friends would teach you how to make baskets and bracelets out of the dry straws from their wheats. Once you got the hang of it, you ended up making a bracelet for yourself and Annie.

For what seemed to be the first time, Annie actually smiled and thanked you. The smile was subtle but you knew it was there. You have studied her cold face since you first met and can detect any change. When you saw her smile, you realized something else.

You had feelings for her.

You knew that Annie wasn’t one for romantic relationships in the slightest but even deeper you knew that she would never date you.

You ended up spilling this secret to Sasha. You both were feeling a little more hungry than usual and impulsive. Sasha helped herself to some stale bread found in the bottom of the pantry. She offered you the smaller “half” of one of the loafs which you ate, cautiously. You found a small bottle of wine. You’ve never drank before and you thought it would be fun to do it with a friend for the first time. You turned to Sasha to show what you found and motioned that you two should leave now.

You both went far into the woods and drank the entire thing. Most of the bottle was drunk by you as you thought you deserved more because you were the one to find it. You and Sasha were pretty buzzed when the bottle was finished. Your slurred words told Sasha in great detail about your feelings for Annie. Sasha only semi listened and thought it was the most hilarious thing in the world. You had to physically cover her mouth due to her laughing so loud. The last thing you needed was getting caught. Sasha encouraged you to confess your feelings to Annie but even in your drunken state, you knew that Annie wouldn’t reciprocate.

Unfortunately, Connie overheard Sasha telling Jean about your secret. It didn’t take long for the word to spread and get to Annie, thanks to Connie’s loud mouth. When you discovered that Annie knew about your feelings for her, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Humiliation followed you that entire day.

That night you went to bed early, skipping dinner and avoiding your nightly conversion with her. You weren’t hungry, the embarrassment took your appetite away. She noticed you weren’t in the mess hall for dinner. So she grabbed you a loaf of bread and made her way to the cabin. Knowing she’d find you there, where else could you be?

Annie peeked over to your bed and saw your figure facing the wall.

“Y/n, I know you’re awake.” her cold tone called out.

You breath hitched, you didn’t have any willpower to face her. What would you even say? What could you say that would save the friendship?

She shook you lightly and said, “I know you’re awake,” she took a small breath in before she continued, “and I know how you feel about me.”

There was a deafening silence after her statement. You didn’t know whether to cry, stay still or turn around. You didn’t get to weigh your options before she spoke again.

“I don’t reciprocate your feelings.”

It was obvious but your chest ached actually hearing her say it. In a low, raspy tone, you whispered,

“I know.”

Annie didn’t say anything, only left the bread on your bed and walked out. When you heard the door shut, your pillow was flooded in tears and silent cries.

Training wasn’t the same after that. You said your occasional greetings but never visited Annie during meal times or started your nightly conversions. Now, it was Annie asking you about your days and you giving vague answers. She never urged you to talk more or pride you with more questions but she always started the conversions.

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The Battle of Trost was your first fight. You and Marco decided to stick with each other. It definitely fucked with you mentally. Eren got eaten then Armin began to dissociate, many cadets ran out of gas then a muscular titan was spotted fighting all the pure titans around it. Only to find out that this fighting titan was in fact Eren. All the cadets were ordered to kill all the pure titans in Eren’s way as he tried to seal the hole that created hell in the first place.

After the order was given, you and Marco separated to carry out the mission. You were about to kill a larger titan but it was able to move at a fast pace. It saw you coming towards the nape of its neck and managed to stop you mid air by your leg. The hold it had on your leg was crushing, it broke your leg and destroyed the blades you were carrying. You dig one of the blades you had on hand between the titan’s thumb and index finger. It tightened its grip on you for a second then immediately let you fall. You used your ODM gear before you hit the ground but you knew you couldn’t fight anymore. You needed to find help.

Immediately zipping to find an area with no visible signs of pure titans to quickly form some kind of plan. On your airy trip, you saw Reiner and Bertholdt on one of the roofs staring at what remained of the tarnished town. You landed on the edge of the roof behind them, which was an unpleasant land due to your broken leg. Taking a second to clutch your knee in pain, you surveyed the area for any shelter in case you couldn’t make it to the tower.

Marco landed right next to you after he caught a glimpse of you not even within 30 seconds of you landing there first. He saw the condition your leg was in and gave you a concerned look before turning to the pair in front for more assistance. Just then, he stopped in his tracks as he overheard what they were talking about.

“Reiner…? Bertholdt…? Sorry but what were you talking about?” Marco questions. He tried to mask his nervousness.

You turn to see a terrified expression painted on Reiner or Bertholdt’s face. Their eyes widely staring at Marco then at you, thinking you also heard their conversion. You didn’t though, you were too busy wrapped up in pain and looking for a shelter to notice that they had been talking.

“Hmm? What did they say?” You winced loosely. The throbbing pain of your leg made it impossible for you to speak clearly or sit comfortably.

“You’re going to step in with your titan?” Marco asked for confirmation.

“What?!” You practically yell.

“And Bertholdt you said you made that hole? What is this? ”

Reiner and Bertholdt’s faces said it all. All the confirmation you needed to know that it was true.

“Ah, Marco and Y/n… everything you just heard was a joke.” You even doubted Reiner believed his own lie. His expression didn’t help his case.

“Que putos? Don’t say shit like that again. Puto ridiculo.” You spat, disgusted that he would make a joke like that.

“Have you guys lost it?! This isn’t like you! Focus on the mission. Look there are more titans coming! Let’s go!” Marco orders.

He grabs you by your abdomen and zips away. He lost trust in the pair to be of aid to your injury. The joke seemed too real to let go.

“What is up with them? Nothing from that interaction felt right.” You informed Marco.

“Something is up with them but right now I need to get you somewhere safe.”

Marco noticed you slipping from his grasp so he settled on a building to adjust. Before your feet touch the ground, someone from behind pushed you and Marco into a smaller roof that was right to you guys. You crashed onto the roof with Marco slammed on top of you. You let out a horrific, painful scream but was cut off by a huge hand covering your mouth. Tears of pain and anxiety poured out from your eyes, down your face and onto the hand that was on your mouth. You didn’t have to turn around and not like you could, to know who it was.

“Reiner!” Bertholdt calls out.

I knew it, you thought defeatedly.

Reiner quickly lets go of your face to take a hold on Marco. He didn’t have to pin you down as Marco’s weight was already doing the job and your broken leg left you almost immobile.

“Reiner, what are you doing?!” Marco asked desperately.

Marco let out small yelps in pain while you sobbed uncontrollably. You weren’t sure what they would do but it couldn’t be good.

“It hurts! Please stop! We aren’t going to tell anyone!” You screamed in agony.

You obviously were lying as something like this couldn’t be brushed over. But in this frightening moment, you’d say anything to avoid whatever Renier was planning to do.

“I wish I could. Problem is that you’re too damn sharp for that to fool you two.” Reiner explains.

You try to squirm your way out from under Marco but your broken leg made it impossible to do it. Marco tried to scream for help but Reiner covered his mouth immediately.

Just as you were about to try to reason with Reiner once more, Annie appeared. She was breathing heavily while looking with terrified eyes at the scene in front of her.

“Annie! Help us! Reiner has gone fucking insane!”

“Annie, you gotta help me!”

It was almost incomprehensible what you and Marco were saying. You both begged in hopes that Annie would save you two.

“...What’s going on here?” Annie, horrified, questioned.

“Reiner’s acting crazy! Get him off me!” Marco begged.

At this point the adrenaline had numbed the pain slightly to help you get your arms out from under. You tried to crawl out but it was useless as some of Reiner’s weight was on your legs.

“They heard me and Bertholdt talking. If we let them live, they’ll expose us.”

You briefly stopped moving and sobbing. Hearing that a fellow comrade saying that you needed to be killed was stomach turning. Then you began to remember all the things you haven’t done yet. Things you will never get to do. Your body and mind almost went numb. If Annie agreed with Reiner’s statement, there is no chance that you and Marco will make it out alive.

“You shouldn’t.. What the hell…” Annie muttered.

You just stared at Annie with empty, plending eyes. Will she actually help us?

Just then everyone felt the footsteps of a pure titan coming nearby.

“A titan! It’s coming this way!” Bertholdt shouted.

Reiner grabs Marco from behind by his shoulders and orders, “Annie, take off Marco’s ODM gear! Y/n’s too!”

It seemed in an instant, your body and mind regained feeling and emotion. Sadly, that emotion was horror and hopelessness.

“No! Stop! Annie, don't do it!” You scream. You felt like fainting from the amount of fear rushing through your body.

“Do it now!” Reiner demands.

“Wait, why should I have to?!”

“Back there, you risked your life to save Connie. I saw you. Why’d you put yourself in danger for him? Seems to me you became sympathetic towards the enemy. You wanna convince me I’m wrong? Now is the time to do it! Think of your father, he’s waiting for you to come home…”

You didn’t bother to listen to Reiner’s little speech anymore. You needed to get help. Using your arms, you tried to pull yourself from under Marco.

As you struggled and thrashed, Annie bent down and rapidly began to unbuckle Marco’s gear.

Your eyes widened and you began to scream uncontrollably to catch the attention of literally anyone.

“HELP! ANYON-”

Just then, you immediately black out. Reiner had given you a sharp hit to the back of your head so hard that it slammed onto the roof once more. The hit definitely had to have killed you before the titan had the chance to spot you.

Annie ripped Marco’s gear off and threw it into the window beside them. Annie didn’t need to take your gear off, you were practically dead. Before she followed the other warriors, she ripped off your bracelet.

The trio had flown to another roof a bit further from where they were before. They watched the scene unfold and, by God, was it spine chilling.

The pure titan grabbed Marco and quickly held it up to its mouth. It slowly took a bit of half of his face and shoulder. Then it dropped Marco from its hand and went to grab you next.

You remained unconscious up until it had lifted you up from the roof. It had grabbed you by the legs which left you hanging upside down. You screamed at an unimaginable level. Annie’s heart cracked and ached more with each scream created by your, probably damaged, vocal cords.

In a sinister manner, the titan lowers you into its mouth. Once you realized you were directly above its mouth, you knew that there was no way of surviving.

Vas a sufrir, vas a llorar cuando te acuerdes.

In your final moments, you saw the warriors and hoped that they would cry and suffer when they remembered what they did to you and Marco.

Paloma ajena, te creí buena.

You couldn’t believe Annie would do this, never would’ve thought that she would leave you for dead.

Ahora te marchas y me dejas con mi pena.

They ran away from a situation they created and now are watching as you screech in anguish.

And without a second to spare, the titan shoved you into its mouth. It swallowed you within seconds. Making you practically a snack.

As Annie watched you get eaten, she thought about another secret. One she hid from every soul she encountered. One kept from the warriors as well.

Annie, did in fact, love you.

She never wanted you to know and now, you never will. Marley would’ve had her publicly hanged if they found out she was in love with you, an island devil.

Her country is very dear to her, sadly, dearer than you.

Annie falls to her knees, in guilt and despair. Her hands covered her sobbing face, she no longer wanted to see the consequence to her actions. Her guilt will forever eat her alive at every waking moment.

Annie will never forgive herself for killing the only devil she loved more than anything.

#annie leonhart #annie leanhart x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #annie aot #annie leanhart AOT #annie leonhardt #annie leanohart oneshot #attack on titan angst

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Expanding Bootcamp - Chapter 5 (Male Wg Story)

Summary: Will and Connor are the last men standing unchanged on base and as they try to stay separated from the rest of the team, they start to feel the repercussions of sticking to their guns. The loneliness that comes with their predicaments makes them bite more than they can chew. will they crumble to their desires in the wish of fitting in? and will they see more than they are ready for in their desire for answers?

(The following is a male weight gain fic. This is for the most part a slow burn deal)

A few days passed and I saw Carlos walking around base. I approached to try and invite him to train with us and was a bit spooked when I realized he was having a massive burger out on the way to one of his assignments.

“Hey Will, how is the day treating you? you saw the chow hall extended its serving hours and menu to cover for the demand?” - he asks before taking a massive bite of his burger.

I just watch pretending I don't see his uniform painted to him like a second skin. Some of the meat grease and ketchup lands on his shirt but he doesn't seem to notice or care.

After swallowing he continues “It was time, people are hungry at other hours, and living off of snacks is not optimal you know.”

“Oh of course” - I say trying to keep the conversation going and not to bring up the fact that one of the skinniest men I have met now is looking like Salazar a few days after landing here.

“So you wanted to tell me something?”

“Ah yeah, I wanted to check if you wanted to tag along with me and Connor for some training later today or tomorrow?”

“Thanks Will but I’m in a bulking cycle. I want to try and build some muscle and Bradley is guiding me on this new regimen. I think it's giving results already” -he says with a big smile and an air of smugness I haven't seen in a while.

“But thanks anyways, hey maybe you and Connor could tag along with us on the routine. You could do good with some mass.”

he grabs another bite of his burger and adds

“Or we could go to the recreation room, Hill has been getting better at the fighting games”

“Thanks, I will tell Connor and see what he thinks of the idea. See you soon”

During Dinner that night I told Connor about the conversation with Carlos. While I explain the situation, Carlos and Hill show up to the chow hall with some cadets and go straight to their table with the rest of the members of the Large and up team. They have completely stopped hanging out in meals with us and twins have integrated to their table as well.

Connor looks at me like he has just seen a ghost, after finishing my story he asks.

“Do you want to finish food somewhere else?”

We go out with our plates and have food in the benches by the field.

“I don't know Will, I feel like we are drifting away from the rest of the team”

A part of me feels partially responsible for this, Daniel just started hanging out with their group because I intervened, Carlos and Hill bailed out because we enabled Daniel’s conversations about the situation. I have to make sure we don't dwell into it though, at the end of the day we made our beds and we had to lay on them.

“They are happy Connor, I miss the company but I don't think either of us is looking forward to join their games”

“I know but that's also the thing, I'm not particularly comfortable with how they have changed”

“Do you mean for the eating competitions or because you are scared of ending up like them if you let go for a while?”

“You know it's not like that, I would never. . . We wouldn't get like that. It's just after all the effort we have put through to get along and to be top of our class”

he looks at me with a sad expression “Besides you, no one else seems to care enough to try and stick to the program. They all look so happy but they are also burning their work away. And it's all been so fast, I don't understand it. Is it bad of me to think this way”

“Connor, your world revolves around this. Not everyone is going to feel the same way. Carlos' parents are loaded, Bradley has a farm waiting for him at home. You know I need this for me and my family. They can enjoy their choices freely without much of a worry compared to us” - I take a pause and look directly into his blue eyes.

For Connor, who has placed his trust in the military and its people for his whole life, the idea of them plotting against us in this experiment represents destroying his world view. I know verbalizing his concerns right now is taking a lot from him. And even though I believe there is something going on now, I can't allow myself to push him deeper than he already is in his worries or fears. There will be time for that later, for now we have to stay together.

So, I add -“Regardless of what happens, we are getting to the end of this together ok?.”

“Ok Will, thanks” -he says with a smile.

We get both plates back to the chow hall where the group is now seeing who can make the loudest belch or something like that. We squirm out and go to the barracks, in the way there Connors middle grumbles. He signs and tells me his appetite has been on overdrive lately but every time he sees everyone else going to town during meals he tries to contain himself even more.

I try to console him and let him know that maybe it's because of everyone eating around us all the time, that a hearty meal tomorrow will fix him up.

A couple of days pass and Connor mentions how the food in the chow hall seems to be improving in taste, like the machine is adding more seasoning. I don't feel that much of a difference but agree with him just to keep the conversation lighthearted.

At this point Connor and I are the only ones not taking part in the team activities that have extended out of the meals for the day. Now you can see cadets eating full meals around the base while pulling their shirts down to cover their bellies. Others have food stains as the new badges of honor.

And for the biggest guys like Salazar and Bradely putting their size on display is more a power move than anything. They will belly clash as a greeting, compete on who can belch the loudest and even after getting bigger uniforms they start to go around base with open shirts to show their torsos. They go in groups shoulder to shoulder or resting their weight on others. They used to be teasy and playful but everyone seems to be more touchy nowadays.

One day while I get out of the waste disposal unit I catch Bradley and Salazar rough housing surrounded by some of their friends, after some laughs and pushes they start resting against one another. They bask in each other's size and stay like that for a while. I think I saw Salazar getting excited at the moment so I decided to move on, whatever happens I don't have to be a witness. They seem to be growing closer by the day and while Im happy to see them get along Im a bit worried they enable one another in their less stellar tendencies.

The field and gym feel like ghost towns while Connor and I train, and dust has started to gather in some places people have stopped showing up. We kept some hopes that Carlos, Hill or the twins would come back to train but as time passed the idea abandoned our heads.

To add insult to injury, a few days later I got assigned another shift in the watchtower. When I got to the top I found Carlos sleeping on the floor, his uniform was upgraded not too long ago to match his ever growing body. And yet it looked like it needed another upgrade now, his belly was resting all the way out, his shirt rolling all the way to his moobs. There were bar wrappers and other pieces of food all over the place.

Some cadets have started to ignore their tasks or do them half ass. Carlos sleeping on the floor covered in wrappers is a new mark. I helped him wake up. As soon as he is up he yawns and finishes blasting a belch on my face and asks me what time it is.

I immediately recoil, he starts to laugh like he just told the best joke in the last year. I told him the hour and that I came to continue with the patrol.

Before he can reply, Hill comes from the elevator with his arms filled to the brim with food, and half a hot dog hanging from his mouth with a chilled face.

“Hey Will, want some grub?” -Hill barely asks between munches

They explained the shift was for Hill and Carlos just tagged along, once they ran out of food Hill went for more and Carlos fell asleep waiting.

He started to stand up and his new pants ripped in the effort, he started to laugh and slapped his gut “I guess this big boy is ready for a new upgrade haha, If you excuse me Will I need some pants and to fill the tank”

Before I can argue they are getting in the elevator down.

Not too long after that Connor showed up to accompany me. Apparently he tried to play a movie in the recreation room to ignore his stomach begging for sustenance. But he got surprised by Salazar and Bradley while setting the player.

“They told me they wanted to watch the movie along with me and sit on the couch, I didn't want to look mean so I agreed. Before I could get a stool they grabbed me by the arm and pulled me in with them on the couch.”

I wince just thinking about it .

“I couldn't tell where my body started and where their bodies ended, Will those couches are supposed to be for 4 people and I was struggling for air between the two of them. I needed a shower after that movie. They were both sweating bullets just sitting there besides me, and of course I smelled like hell afterwards”

“That sucks dude, sorry to hear that”

“Even during the movie they started to eat the food from a snack box while I was fighting not to break the diet. Their bellies gurgle and vibrate with every piece of food and then belch like I wasn't even there. By the end of it all I had bits of food everywhere”

I was shocked by the description of the situation but I was trying to be nice so I tried to focus on something good from the situation -“Well at least you all hang out! Did you end up having anything to eat?”

“Apparently someone is filling the snack boxes with more than protein bars, they had pizza, fries and such. I tried Wil really but I was so hungry, so I caved in and had some.”

“Its ok Connor you also need to eat, this is no zombie movie you wont turn by having a pizza”

“Well I hope so, the gym at least looks like a zombie town haha”

He told me they watched some Scifi movie, when the movie was over he excused himself to have some food but instead went for a shower and then here.

We spent the rest of the night talking, around midnight one of the monitors in the watchtower started to blink. Apparently someone was walking around base.

When I looked through the visors I saw a figure entering the chow hall. I told Connor and we both went there as quietly as we could in the dead of night.

Once inside the hall we saw the light of the kitchen on, what we saw was a massive figure bent down on one of the fridges eating everything on sight.

“Who do you think it is? For that size it has to be one of the biggest cadets around even Salazar himself” -whisper Connor in my ear while we watched.

the man would grunt and moan while licking his finger and taking huge bites of everything. a can of cheese falled from the fridge and rolled and when the man moved to pick it up we saw it was Commander Parish.

Connor gasped and the commander looked in our direction like a praying beast. I covered Connors mouth and duck behind the wall that divides the kitchen and the hall.

We could hear the thuds of his steps as he moved toward us, he was just in the door frame, in the dark of the hall he didn't notice us a few meters to his right. I could see the same amber colored eyes that screamed at us on the first days of the experiment now wild looking for the source of the sound. But before he could notice us his belly roared and he mumbled “Ugh It must be my imagination”

We raised out of the chow hall and back to the tower.

“Well that explains why he doesn't go out of his office”-I say trying to make sense of what just happened.

“Oh sure it will be hard to teach by example when you are the size of fort knox!” -Connor shouts and tries to compose himself.

“Jokes aside, at least we know why he hasn't intervened lately, he would be a laughing stock if he tries to put us to training in his current state” -I add while I pace around the room.

“Yes but that doesn't explain how he left himself go so badly”

“He is human Connor, stuff like that happens.” -I reply not knowing if I'm saying that to convince him or myself.

“It's still weird that everyone has gone the same way in such a short time” -he looks to the ground and he holds his stomach.

I notice his middle is starting to look fuller but I don't think it is the kind of information he needs right now.

“Still hungry?” -I ask

“Is it too obvious?”- he said, looking at me with sadness in his eyes.

“Noo” -I get cut by his stomach that roars so loud there is no way to ignore. “ok maybe just a little”

He sits down on the floor and covers his face, I know he must be stressed by this so the empty stomach won't help. I'm not sure if what I'm doing is adding fire to the flames but I open the snack box and try to give him a protein bar.

He looks at it with anger but eventually subsides and he starts to eat it with a defeated look on his face, it doesn't last long though, once food has passed his lips he looks more calm. I sit beside him and we stay quietly for a while just making each other company.

At some point we both fall asleep.

I have a nightmare where everyone in the team is a zombie and I go up to the watchtower to take refuge. when I hear Connor screaming running toward the tower followed by a horde of zombies and asking for help.

Then I woke up. Connor is sleeping beside me with his head resting on my shoulder, and I feel something wet. This idiot is drooling all over me, before I could knock him out of his sleep I notice he is talking in his sleep.

“Yes mom I can have more stuffed potatoes, It's only been a few of them.”

This man was hungry for real, he was dreaming of food for gods sake.

For a second I'm taken back by him. His black hair has grown a bit since we got here,it's a little messy brushing on my side. His muscular body now covered with a thin layer of fat, the relaxed face on top of me. Resting like this together, makes me feel like the world has stopped moving and there is nothing to worry about.

I let him sleep for a few minutes, and then I got tired of his drooling ass and shake him into the land of the living. He wakes up a bit shocked that the stuffed potatoes are gone and I can only laugh.

We decided to cut the training for the day after the long night we had, once we got down the tower we went to have breakfast. I'm feeling rather hungry as well so we both get plentiful plates and sit down.

The food today tastes divine and Connor looks so pleased to have a full plate of food after days of abstinence. Once we are out of the chow hall we get started on our assignments. Since most of the base has gone laze mode we run over all the facilities and divide cleaning for the week.

Even while we try to ignore the situation for the time being, we agree to continue our runs and weight training. I can't deny that during the runs Connor takes a few more pauses than before. He shrugs it off like nothing happens and I choose not to make too much of it. But I can't deny the shine of sweat saturating his shirt makes it stick to his body, showing how it has grown.

During our weight training he opened the snack boxes and takes protein bars here and there. I was happy to see him less stressed but I also felt like telling him about his increased intake in those wasn't a good move. But I decided to stay quiet.

During Lunch we saw the casual shenanigans of the now rest of the cadets, a full display of gluttony. People ripping through their clothes, belching like there is no tomorrow and eating everything on sight.

We got our food and sat. Connor had a rather big plate but an even bigger smile while taking forkfuls of pasta and chicken. I was a bit spooked by the idea of him also gaining weight and getting punished like everyone else when this experiment was over.

But I couldn't bear to see him scared and stressed like the last few days. So I sipped it.

Besides, the food had a great quality improvement. I don't know what they have been doing with the ingredients but it tastes way better.

The days pass and for the first time in a while I wake up first than anyone in our barracks. At this point waking up earlier than most is expected. Most of them are a happy snoring mess during the mornings. But I woke up earlier than Connor who is soundly sleeping in his bed besides mine.

It's weird to see him not being the first to run out of the barracks for training, but besides a more relaxed outlook I tried to convince myself he is still himself and nothing is going on. Then I get interrupted by my own gut gurgling for sustenance.

After waking up Connor and I go to have breakfast, we start to eat and slowly but surely the cadets start to fill the chow hall and the rowdiness of the day starts. The size difference of some of our team members is more than obvious. Open shirts, oversized pants and missing buttons are the standard of the group. Some of the cadets are having a waddle while they find their seats and others are starting to get used to their thighs rubbing together while they walk.

“Well its official we are the only two cadets not eating with Salazar and the rest of the team” -Connor point out while he drinks some orange juice.

I look towards the table again and I see everyone laughing and shouting while they eat and a part of me craves the company, my stomach grumbles and I continue to eat ignoring the inherent loneliness of the situation. Then Connor punches me in the arm and smiles

“Hey mate, cheer up. we don't need them. We have each other” -he said.

I can feel my face warm up a bit in part because he read right through, and I must have those sad puppy eyes I get at times. And secondly because he is right, I'm ok as long as I'm with him but I didn't realize how much I needed to hear it from him.

“Yes, we do. I'm still thinking about what's going on though. I've been thinking about something but I don't know if its a good idea”

“Sure tell me what's on your mind?”

“You remember when I went to see the doctor a while back? I saw he has our records, If anything weird is going on he would be writing it down there don't you think?"

“Yes it's possible, Most people here have gone to the infirmary at least once or twice. But we can't ask Dr. Donovan for everyone's records, that's kind of illegal”

“I know, but if what I'm thinking is right then I have a way to distract the doctor. One of us could get into his office with the files and see if there is anything wrong going on”

“I dont think thats the best idea Will, if we get caught it could be career ending” -he says while licking his fingers from the garlic bread he was eating.

I see the rest of the cadets rowdy eating at Salazar’s table and Connor in front of me licking his fingers like nobody's business. All I can think of is I need to find out what's going on and If there is a way to stop it before it's too long. Of course I have to downplay it as much as I can to convince Connor to help me, I can trust anybody else to join me on this.

“It's ok, the doctor is pretty chill. Even if he find us I don't think he would report us”

Connor thinks for a second about it and signs “Ok What's the plan, but if this gets out of hand you won't hear the end of it from me Will” -he says looking worried

“Come on Connor we are the best team in this base, we will do just great!”

His expression softens and the memory of our drills makes him smile again.

“You know what, you are right. Let's show whoever is behind this what we can do”

The next day we get our plan in action.

I wait outside the infirmary, the cubicles that surround the main space of the building have windows looking toward the main field. I crouch under an open window in the cubicle closest to his office.

Connor enters the building and knocks on the doctors office, he is supposed to pretend to be feeling bad and start to faint. Connor has grown a bit and the doctor would move him to the nearest cubicle. Once I'm sure the coast is clear I will move to his office and pick at the archive lock. Read the reports of Salazar or one of his group and get out.

They take longer than I expect but since Connor is bigger I Imagine the doctor is struggling to carry him to the cubicle. I can hear through the window when they manage to get there.

“Come on connor just a few steps there, Jesus you are heavier than I remember”

I know Connor won't be happy about the remark but it's not a lie.

Connor hits the bed and the doctor starts looking for equipment to evaluate what's going on. I get started and enter the building as quietly as I can. Once I'm in the corner of their cubicle I take out a mirror to see what's going on inside the room without entering.

What I see is a massive doctor, No wonder he was having issues carrying Connor. His hips have grown to great tree trunks rubbing against one another. His robe is open and his scrub underneath is busting on the sides as he checks Connors airways.

I realize he has his back facing me and I run for it. I enter the office and get to the archive.

The storage at the base has a lot of things useful for training sessions and individual skill development but the one thing I wanted was a key picking kit. I swiftly open the lock in the archive and open it slowly not to make noise.

The files of all bases are here and I start looking for Salazar. With his file at my hands I start to get ideas running in my head, what if we have a weird disease, or if they are trying to test chemicals in the protein bars or a super additive in the food. Any discovery could be recorded here.

Once I open it, It's mostly blank after our check up. Salazar came for an antacid at the first days of bootcamp and gained some weight but aside from that nothing.

I put his file back in place and looked for Bradley, he came looking for a pain killer after overexerting at the gym early on but nothing afterwards.

Connor, Carlos, Hill, Neil, the twins, and nothing. I look through my file and there's nothing I didn't know about by this point.

I'm getting angry and the weight of my stupid idea weighs on me. I'm putting my best friends and my livelihood in danger for the sake of a random sense of fear, in god knows what conspiracy theory.

I put everything back in order. I get out of the doctor's office and rest in the corner of the door to the cubicle where he is attending Connor. With the mirror in place to see inside, the first thing I see is the doctor reading his record walking directly towards the door and Connor looks at me with shock in his eyes.

I start to think where to run and Connor shouts “Wait!”

We both look at him and he starts to look for his bag “I brought some treats from the chow hall, take one as a thanks you gift”

While the doctor looks at Connor with delight I run for the chance and get out the building. As I get behind the window outside their cubicle I can hear the doctor ravenously eating the food Connor brough, not even waiting for him to leave.

“Thanks for the snack Connor, that really hit the spot” he said accentuated with a belch

“You seem to be in perfect condition, maybe you were just weak. Did you have a good lunch today? Not that you seem to be on a diet haha”

I could already imagine the barrating Connor will give me once he realizes this was for nothing. Putting him through this for empty papers is such a shame.

Once we reunite outside I Tell him what I found and instead of ripping my head off like I deserve he looks at me with a tender smile and says

“I'm happy in a sense that we found nothing Will. It means we are ok”

My chest heart sinks and goes all the way back to my neck in an instant, first I think how could I deserve so much understanding and then I realize I'm lucky to have him as a friend.

“Thanks for understanding Connor, I won't get us in a situation like that again”

We continue our day as usual and try to forget what happened.

Another week passes and most of the cadets have stopped doing their assignments, we first noticed when dust gathered in places we didn't clean ourselves during the day. After some consideration we both agreed to try and cover the most tasks per day, to make sure everything runned smoothly. But we start to get stretched thin so we decide to split up to cover the full camp each day.

At times I see Connor cleaning around in his side of camp and see him sneakily having protein bars and other snacks and throwing the evidence so nobody notices but the tightness in his pants is the biggest red flag so far. His belly has grown in the past few days and his uniform is not fitting as well. Everytime his shirt climbs up his belly he gets red as a tomato and he pulls it back down.

While I do my part of the work I have also noticed that people are being more than affective, I catch some cadets kissing or groping one another in the storage, people uniting beds during the day and cuddling, and during one of my cleaning sessions I saw a stain that made me realize I was cleaning a previous sex scene.

Bradley and Salazar are definitely doing something more romantic, while cleaning one of the hallways I see them entering the barracks while everyone is in the recreation room. I try to pick inside and see what they are doing and what I found is them eating each other's faces for dear life, discarding items of clothing as they continue. I get back into the hall and go as far away from them as I can.

When I tell Connor about it he is appalled by the notion of someone doing that in the barracks and wondering if they cleaned after they finished, but I was surprised that he didn't complain about sex in the middle of a military camp.

The days pass and Connor is eating more and more during meals with the excuse of training extra hard in our sessions. But we are slowly struggling with them; Connor keeps asking for a minute to catch his breath. He is obviously embarrassed, and I try to reassure him I'm also tired, at the start I was just trying to keep him comfortable but now I'm also struggling to keep my breath while running.

I start to notice that Connor is also becoming more physical, he puts his arm around me when we walk around base, puts his leg on top of mine when we sit around and over all gets closer to me wherever the opportunity arises. It's a bit uncharacteristic of him and whenever I ask he rubs it off as just being friendly. To be honest I won't complain of the extra attention, and if it helps him feel comfortable I won't make a big deal out of it.

Being so close to him has made obvious just how often he gets hungry. If I don't hear his belly rumbling, I will feel it when I'm under his arm walking around. He gets embarrassed by it but he continues to do it every other time.

I'm not faring much better myself in the food department. At the start I was trying to fight my increasing hunger like Connor, by cutting on meals but it's not showing much progress either. I'm noticing my belly also expanding and it's getting in my head. The one consolation I have is that Connor and I are still the same as always, the weight is only expected with so much food around. Or I tell myself as much to keep the anxiety to a minimum.

At the end of the week I'm finishing doing some maintenance in the energy generator, when I get out of the building I catch a glimpse of some cadets walking towards the gym. They are talking and originally I didn't pay too much attention till one of them said.

“I'm sure this week will be great. Everyone’s been working for this”

I think for a moment that they are planning something that could explain what's going on and for a moment special agent William Kent is back in the case. I follow them at a safe distance till they get in the gym. I look inside and everyone is in a massive group forming a semi circle around the gym’s scale. Leaving an opening in the center where I can see what's going on.

I wait for them to take action, and suddenly the lights turn off. Some of them light candles around the circle and Salazar and Bradley show up. They get to the center of the circle and say

“Welcome everyone, we thank you for coming for our little celebration today” -Says Salazar with so much bravado in his voice

“Today we see who is the greatest of us all. I know some of you have things to do, games to play and food to eat so, let's get this party started! ”- adds Bradley

People cheer and shout as they get ready to start what I can only assume is a ritual of some sorts. My ideas of satanic rituals go out the fucking window as soon as Salazar steps in the scale and everyone gets quiet.

After a few seconds the scale beeps and it says “Error”

Everyone goes crazy shouting error error like they found el dorado. The scales in the base have a weight limit of 400 pounds, so that means Salazar managed to gain over that mark. I'm speechless with the oddness of this situation, but before I can process what's going on Bradley gets in front of the scale.

Salazar looks at him with hungry eyes and kisses him in front of everyone, the crowd howlers while they go and with a little bite on the lips Salazar tells Bradley “Try to pass that fat boy”

He slaps his gut and moves away so Bradley can enjoy the stage. He stands on the scale and waits for a few seconds and the scale beeps. What it says is “Error”

The cadets go even louder screaming Error. They all laugh and applaud Salazar and Bradley as heroes.

“Ok everyone, let's celebrate we crashed that stupid scale, and get everyone to the same weight and beyond” -Says Bradley while I run out of there.

When I find Connor and tell him what happened his face loses all color but quickly, he looks puzzle and asks.

“Ok that means they are actively encouraging one another?” -he asks.

“I guess, it doesn't explain the speed in which everyone has tag along. I can imagine some of them been into the idea but all camp?”-I reply looking lost for words.

“It begins to explain how those who have . . .grown, or at least ignore the issue. Salazar and his team just encourage them to keep going but it doesn't explain how the twins or Carlos and Hill got into it”

“I guess we could say we have a part into that right?"

"Yeah, but even so. None of them were into this mindset before Camp Celsus, so what's making them act like this?”

We ponder ideas for hours, from hypnosis to subliminal messages to chemicals in the food but nothing sounded . . . reasonable. So, we cut our losses and went back to the original plan, trying to remain strong till this was over. Just hoping we can fit through the door before that happens.

The growth at base continues and our guys are still trying to figure out what's going on? Some of the scenes in this chapter are my favorites in the story so let me know what you think of them!

Thanks again for all the support and nice comments!

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Halo Reloaded: Empty

John leaned heavily against the cold metal frame of the observation deck, his armored shoulders hulking and tense under the weight of both past and present. His gaze was locked on the star-strewn void outside the viewport—a void not unlike the one gnawing at his insides. It was quiet here, away from the cacophony of war, but the silence only amplified the whispers of his memories.

Back when he was just a number among numbers, training days stretched long and merciless. He was the runt, always trailing behind, his legs burning with the effort to keep up, his stomach echoing hollow with hunger. "Last again, 117? Maybe you'll run faster when your belly's growling," Drill Instructor Mendez would bark, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he scratched another mark next to John's name—another dinner forfeited.

The barracks rang with the easy laughter of those golden boys—Jerome, Kurt, Vannak-134, and Fred. They were the anointed ones, always at the front of the pack, always first to be praised. Their camaraderie was a wall John could never scale, his attempts to join in met with cold shoulders or sharp words.

"You really think you're one of us, John? Look at you, always panting at the back. What a joke," a cadet would snicker, the others joining in, their laughs like knives to John’s pride.

Punishments were frequent and inventive.

"John, since you love the mess so damn much, you're on scrubbing duty. And no, not with a scrub brush—here's a toothbrush. Make those latrines shine," Captain DeMarco ordered, his voice dripping with disdain as he tossed the toothbrush at John’s feet.

The glassing of Eridanus-II, his home, was announced like a footnote in a routine briefing, the news delivered without a hint of empathy. "Eridanus-II has been lost," they stated flatly, as if discussing damaged equipment. No condolences, no moment of silence. Nothing. Just another piece of John that was stripped away and disregarded, as if it never mattered.

One act of rebellion found him sneaking into the kitchen late at night, the craving for something as simple as ice cream overwhelming his sense of duty. The cold sweetness was a brief solace, a momentary escape from the relentless grimness of his life. He was halfway through the tub when he sensed Mendez behind him.

"Got a sweet tooth, 117? Or just stealing because you're a pathetic little thief?" Mendez growled, his voice low and menacing. John stood, the ice cream container hanging forgotten in one hand, as Mendez continued, "This is your way of fitting in? Fill your stomach, 'cause you can't fill their shoes?"

The torment didn’t stop at hunger or isolation. His fleeting, innocent crush on a young medical officer had been fodder for weeks of mockery.

Now, staring out into the void, John felt the sting of those days as keenly as ever. The scars were internal, carved deep into his psyche, shaping the Spartan he became—a man honed by adversity, defined by solitude. His battles were fought in the silence of his own heart, as much as on the alien fields of war.

His reflection in the glass showed a warrior marked by battles visible and invisible, his eyes betraying a depth of loneliness that no commendation could ever heal...

He trudges down the stark, steel corridor, each step heavier than the last, the ghosts of their last conversation clawing at him. Linda’s words, sharp and raw, echoed relentlessly in his mind.

“You're not even a person anymore, John!” she had yelled, her voice laced with desperation and a painful edge of truth. The words had stung, not because they were cruel, but because part of him feared they were accurate.

He stopped outside her door, hand hovering over the keypad, hesitation wrinkling his brow. What was he doing here after that blowout? Maybe he was a glutton for punishment, or maybe he just needed to see for himself that the rift between them hadn’t grown too wide to bridge.

The door slid open with a hiss, and there she was.

Linda looked up from her desk, her expression tightening with a mix of surprise and unresolved anger. Her eyes searched his, looking for the soldier she knew, or perhaps the man she hoped was still there beneath the layers of armor and duty.

John stepped inside, the door closing silently behind him. Neither spoke. The silence was thick, fraught with the remnants of their last exchange. Finally, breaking the tense quiet, John moved towards her, his movements stiff, more the product of will than desire.

He embraced her, an awkward, almost clumsy gesture for someone so usually precise. His armor clanked slightly as he wrapped his arms around her, the sound oddly loud in the quiet room. He leaned into the embrace, a rare admission of need, letting his weight rest against her.

"I’m just so damn tired, Linda," he admitted, his voice a hoarse whisper against her hair. The words felt like tiny betrayals, cracking the stoic facade he showed the world.

Linda’s arms came around him slowly, her body stiff at first, then gradually relaxing as she accepted his weight. They stood like that for a long moment, two soldiers in a quiet struggle with their vulnerabilities.

“When you said those things…” John’s voice was low, almost lost in the fabric of her uniform. “I thought that was it. For us... that you were done with me.”Her response was a soft sigh, her breath warm against his neck. “John, it’s hard... seeing you turn into what they want you to be, and not knowing if you’ll ever come back to me.”

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his face still an armored mask of control, but his empty eyes betrayed the turmoil inside. “I don’t know how not to be what they made me into...”

Linda's eyes filled with tears, spilling over as she held his gaze. Her voice cracked as she spoke, “And I cry, John, because you can’t.”In her tears, he saw the reflection of all he suppressed, the humanity he denied himself every day. It was both a balm and a blade to his soul.

They remained there, in the quietude of her quarters, finding solace in the shared silence more than in words. It was a moment of reprieve, a small pocket of warmth in the cold expanse of their lives. Here, in the shelter of each other's arms, they made an unspoken pact—to bear the weight together, to find moments of humanity amidst the chaos of war.

For John, it was a promise to seek these moments, to remember that he was more than just a weapon. For Linda, it was a commitment to be there, to cry the tears he couldn’t shed, to remind him of the man beneath the armor.

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