#aot farm!au

[uhzuku]

— 𝐌𝐎𝐎! ; 𝐦. 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it was for her own good, after all. 

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: attack on titan. | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mikasa ackerman/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.36k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: farm au, hybrid au, cow hybrid!mikasa, owner!reader, milking, milking machines, dubcon, forced orgasm, crying, bondage. 

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

squinting into the bright light of the sun, y/n throws up a hand to shield her eyes. the brightness that came with the early morning burned her eyes a little bit more than usual considering she’d just woken up, dressing while still half asleep. she’d only gone from half asleep to drowsy while pulling on her boots, and that had only been about three minutes ago. still, she lived and worked on a hybrid farm, and therefore had a job to do — starting with her prize cow. 

“good morning, mika!” y/n sings softly, walking through the door that led to the cow hybrid’s private room and opening the panel that hid away the milking rig. as the farm’s prize hybrid ( by a lucky purchase at auction by y/n herself ), mikasa had the best place to rest and relax amongst the other hybrids. 

a whine from a pile of blankets is her only response as she pulls open the curtains with one hand while unwinding the milk tubes with the other. she sends a look over her shoulder at the lump buried beneath a pile of blankets, a warm twinkle in her eye; as fond as she was of pieck and historia, who lived on either side of mikasa’s room, mikasa had always been her favorite.

“c’mon sweetheart, it’s time to get on the milking rig,” y/n says gently, striding over and gently shaking what she believed to be mikasa’s shoulder. the cow hybrid pulls away with a groan of annoyance, and y/n sighs before slowly tugging the blankets down, leading mikasa to sit up and rub at her eyes in annoyance. putting her hands down, she blinks pointedly at y/n, who just stands there looking at her with her hands on her hips as the cow hybrid crosses her arms with a pout; y/n raises an eyebrow, almost running out of patience. “mikasa. rig, now.”

“no! i don’t want to!” mikasa snaps, surprising y/n; the cow was generally soft-spoken and sweet, and always more than happy to be milked. Y/N more than any of the rest of the staff, family or not, knew how tender the cow hybrids could get when their plump tits got overfull; the strain left them so sore and achy, which was why she always stayed on top of milking no matter the weather or circumstances. 

“mikasa, you’ve not been in the rig for over twenty four hours now,” y/n says softly, crossing her own arms non-threateningly. “you asked for me to milk you tomorrow yesterday — and now it’s tomorrow. i gave you a break and milked historia extra, now it’s your turn.”

“no!” mikasa yells, tightening the way she held her own crossed arms and glaring at her owner. the thin wrap ( that was really akin to a long red scarf with how it was sewn, and it’s ends dangled behind her from where she’d tied it ) that hid her chest from view at all times aside from when she was being milked tightens with the movement, and small dark spots bloom on the fabric as she begins to leak into the cloth. y/n sighs, her patience thinning as she tries to remain understanding. 

“why? why won’t you let me attach the milking rig?” she asks gently, her soothing voice coaxing the cow hybrid from her nest. mikasa stands while grumbling, her long red skirt ( that was really two long lengths of fabric tied together with good tinted chains, one run of fabric in the front to cover her oussy and another in the back to hide her ass ) pulled to the side for just a second, baring her cunt to y/n. her owner wisely says nothing about it,  and mikasa’s cheeks darken as her arms uncross and she looks down at her hands, playing with her fingers as an obvious embarrassment washes over her. “well?” y/n pushes, and mikasa screws her eyes shut. 

“because — because — they’re s-sensitive!” she yells, tears that show her embarrassment even further glistening in the corners of her eyes. y/n’s eyes widen; she knew that after years of milking some cows grew sensitive, but never this early — mikasa was only twenty six for fuck’s sake, and cows got sensitive at the earliest a decade after this! there was no way she could believe her. 

with a sigh, y/n puts down the rig parts she was holding and strides over to mikasa, who relaxes when she sees nothing in her owner’s hands. she’s so calmed and pleased with what she believes to be a victory that she only notices that y/n’s tying her limbs down when she has both arms and an ankle already bound. “what are — what are you doing?” she asks in a small voice, but y/n just ignores her in favor of tying the other leg down. mikasa doesn’t struggle, having full faith and trust in her owner, but when y/n pulls back and returns to the milking equipment she begins to fruitlessly struggle against her bonds. “n-no — i said no!” she shrieks. “my nipples — they’re too sensitive! i can’t!”

“this is for your own good, mika,” y/n says softly, attaching the hollow suction cups to her areola and then twisting in the tubing that was attached to both the rotor and the collection bucket. she backs off from mikasa’s struggling body, striding over to the trigger that would initiate the machine that would milk her favorite pretty cow hybrid. 

pressing her thumb against the large blue button, her right eye twitches slightly at the shrill shriek mikasa lets out when the suction from the machine begins forcefully drawing milk from her overfilled breasts. the cowgirl struggles wildly against her binds, tears filling her eyes as a thick heat encompasses her tummy. she wants to squeeze her thighs together, but she can’t, and stuttered whines fall from her lips alongside the cries from overstimulation as she clenches around nothing. y/n just leans against the wall and crosses her arms before closing her eyes, obviously able to milk any of her cattle hybrids even while blind. 

mikasa’s cunt pulses and she can feel herself slicking up, and she swallows hard at the realization, falling silent for the first time in a full minute and a half. by ymir — she likes it. she likes it a lot. 

with a strangled whimper the knot that had been building in her tummy alongside the heat tightens more and more before finally being tugged taut, her eyes widening drastically and a scream falling from her lips as she cums hard from nothing but overstimulation to her nipples. the noise immediately catches y/n’s attention and her head snaps up, her own eyes now wide — at least until she realizes that mikasa is not, in fact, in pain, but actually cumming more or less untouched. 

her eyes darken with interest, and she grins before pushing herself off the wall and striding towards where her girl was strung up. pulling her gloves off, she allows her fingers to dance up mikasa’s barely clothed thigh before tracing her slit with her middle finger. pulling her hand away, her fingertip comes away sticky with her release, and y/n can’t keep herself from sticking it in her mouth. her eyes roll back a little and she moans at the taste before pulling her now cum-cleaned but spit-slicked finger from her mouth, running it up mikasa’s waist as the cow hybrid continues coming down from her high. 

“i think we’ve found a new spot to start milking, mika’,” she purrs, relishing the look that filled mikasa’s eyes as she realized just what she meant. she ig ores the way the cow hybrid begins shaking her head ‘no’, instead getting on her knees between the hybrid’s forcefully parted legs, licking her lips in anticipation as she pushes her skirt to the side. her eyes sparkle, blacken with lust, and take on a wicked gleam before she speaks one last time before making the first move. “i think i’ll start by getting the first taste though — what do you think?”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[yoru-no-seiiki]

YANDERE ! EREN JAEGER X READER HEADCANNONS

TW/CW: mdni, yandere themes, masturbation.

Have some headcannons while I wait for my henna to dry/watch the first season with my cousin.

I wish there were more who wrote for Canon! Eren. Like don’t get me wrong, Modern AU Eren is hot but I mean, fuckboys can be seen everywhere.

But Canon! Eren is batshit insane and that’s exactly what I love about him. I wish they at least add that to his modern counterpart instead of making him a basic bad boy but I mean if that’s what they’re into 🤷‍♂️

Anyways Exhibit A of why Eren in all eras is my fave AOT character:

Like I said, he’s batshit insane.

He has directly killed 2 people by the age of nine, and assisted in killing the third. Although this is out of self defense it still can’t be denied HOW HE TReateD THE SECOND DUDE HOLY SHIT- THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE STABBED HIM.

Normal kids would just be terrified, maybe be even fight blinding and/or cry, probably even run tf away. But ya boi brought a knife and even deceived the person at the door.

EXHIBIT B:

He’d be a great yandere.

Let’s say that we age up our cast and make 18 the minimum age of enlistment (making him 21 around the attack of Trost).

Trainee Eren has the will of fucking steel. He’ll do whatever it takes to wipe out titan-kind, to make the cruel world he lived in finally know true peace.

To be with you in that new world he’ll build.

You were one of his fellow trainees. Someone who unconditionally believed and supported his desire to see the outside world. You didn’t treat him like a child as Mikasa did, and you weren’t so oddly distant when it came to his help and presence like Armin.

At first it started as a crush. An infatuation towards your looks and kind demeanor which morphed into a twisted sense of love.

You were the only one that understood him, that resonated with his wavelength.

He definitely frequently masturbated to your image. Stress was a known issue amongst trainees and soldiers alike. Many drank to rid themselves of such a problem. But to him just the thought of you two becoming one gave him relief and pleasure that any form of alcohol could never give. In the aftermath of the Trost incident, when faced with your unconscious, battered body he pulls a Shinji and jerks one off. Covering you with his release.

You think you’ll leave his mind once he gets busy with being a titan-shifter and the future of Eldia and such but nope.

Eren only has you and the new world he promised in his heart, body and soul. And that’ll never change.

EXHIBIT C:

Eren believes in freedom first and foremost.

So none of that kidnapping. At least in earlier years. He just wants you to be happy and safe. He’s more of the type to hurt others for your sake rather than be abusive and take away your rights.

Eren in later seasons has the capacity to keep you isolated, and that he will.

Like in other (unfortunately rare) fics of him, he keeps you in a farm land with a bunch of loyalists. If reader is afab! or has the ability to bear a child (for those with abo ocs or something idk) he’ll tell them that you are bearing his child and the future inheritor of his powers.

Otherwise he’ll come up with other excuses like having you as a tactician or war-hero they have to pay respects to.

He’ll give you as much freedom as he can provide while keeping you away from danger.

Though one might argue that his version of freedom for you is just an illusion.

[moodywyrm]

about me + master list

hi, I'm moony! I use she/they pronouns and I'm a 21 yr old college student who loves writing <3 

my blog is pretty much all tlou2 writing rn, but I also love Stranger Things, Arcane, Overwatch, and The Legend of Korra <3 

Proud co-mom (with @pinknightsinmymind) of the Farmhand to Farmer Abby and Sevika aus, as well as Rockstar Sevika

DISCLAIMER: any and all college! basketball! abby fics I do are credited to @elsweetheart who basically kicked off the basketball! abby and (in my opinion) writes the best basketball abby!! all of mine are specific to a chubby reader n au that I’m slowly building up (with y’all’s help <3), but if u want the OG, go to kittie <3 in general go to kittie she’s wonderful!! a delight!!

Be warned, my blog is NSFW, so Minors Do Not Interact. If I get the feeling you are a minor, and you don’t indicate otherwise in your bio, you will be blocked. Once again: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS GET BLOCKED.

And since y’all can’t think critically. ED BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. fuck off. my blog is heavily aimed at being a safe and loving space for fat girls. literally choke on my metaphysical dick if you think you can bring that shit onto my page.

if u wanna support my writing, I love getting asks n replies n reblogs!! u could also buy me a coffee <3 And I have a wishlist, on throne 💕

not all of my work is on here! my long poly! steddie fic, as well as my old AOT work, are only on AO3  

mdni banners by @cafekitsune !! this will stay here for as long as i use them, so if I forget to put a disclaimer on any nsfw content from here on, this is here!

Random Stuff

Sapphic Book Recs 

Hozier Song Recs

General Book Recs

reading update - august 4th 2023

Stranger Things

thoughts on nancy and robin’s friendship (and maybe more)

thoughts on the first time nancy came home from college

thoughts on being eddie’s chubby lil partner - suggestive

little reassurances - eddie munson x lexi

soft breath, beating heart - eddie munson x chubby! reader - suggestive

excerpt from “why can’t this be love” - poly! eddie munson x chubby! reader x steve harrington (the magnum opus)

fresh hot buns - eddie munson x reader - suggestive

you know it’s not the same as it was - eddie munson x reader

The Last of Us Part Two

book patrol - ellie williams x chubby! fem! reader

TLOU2 drabbles masterlist (in universe and various au’s)

college! basketball! abby masterlist (with chubby reader and bookworm reader and chubby bookworm reader :) ) 

farm au Abby Anderson masterlist

Bonus for TLOU and Arcane: the cutest exchange I’ve ever had about Farmer Abby and Farmer Sevika

Arcane

Vi

no breakdowns here - college! vi x reader

abby and vi tapping your pussy after making you squirt - nsfw

college! vi kissing her gf’s back

vi taking care of you when you’re on your period - suggestive (like one comment)

vi taking care of you when you have chronic pain - leg cramps

cuddling with a needy + clingy vi

taking care of vi on her period - suggestive (one comment)

giving vi a back massage - suggestive

vi being touchy with a chubby girl - suggestive

vi when her gf sleeps naked - suggestive bordering into smut at the end

cuddling naked with vi - suggestive

vi loves fat pussy! - nsfw

vi with nipple piercings - nsfw

sucking on vi’s nipples - nsfw

vi's endless stamina - nsfw

vi + ankle kisses - nsfw

sub! vi getting strapped - nsfw

vi + bear hugs

taking a bath with vi - nsfw/suggestive

heavy petting with vi - nsfw/suggestive

vi laying between her chubby gf’s thighs

Sevika

farm au! sevika masterlist

rockstar sevika masterlist

sevika bouncing a big girl on her strap - nsfw

sevika being needy and eating you out - nsfw

sevika with a chubby! short! gf sitting on her lap

face-sitting with sevika  as a big girl - nsfw

sevika and chubby! gf at the beach - suggestive, like one comment

cuddling with sevika after work

ikea with sevika

cuddling with Sevika when your tummy hurts

short tiny sevika angst w/ hozier’s “unknown/nth”

sevika and using a smaller strap than you asked for as a joke - nsfw

sevika with pierced nips <3 - nsfw

sevika holding your pussy and cunt when she sleeps - suggestive

Ambessa Medarda

some thoughts about ambessa medarda - short nsfw

Overwatch

missed you - Brigitte Lindholm x reader - nsfw

The Legend Of Korra

lin beifong getting her frustrations out with her wife -nsfw

lin beifong in a suit  - nsfw

Resident Evil

carlos oliveira’s shaggy hair - nsfw

college! jill valentine x bookworm reader 

[sinigangsta-ao3]

tumblr aus masterlist

#city girl country boy au: spoiled rotten big city socialite mikasa is sent to her uncle kenny's farm upstate after she's convicted of a dui and vehicular manslaughter. there, she meets country boy and vocal anti-capitalist eren. lots of hate fucking ensues 😈

#eremika warrior x princess: (fic in progress!) in the last few years of his term, marleyan warrior eren is assigned to serve as bratty and reclusive hizuran princess mikasa's private bodyguard.

#opposites attract hs au: small town, all-american high school quarterback eren harbors a secret, sinful crush on mikasa, the weird goth girl who everyone in their god-fearing town avoids like the plague.

#secret fuck buddies: since their children were young, long-time family friends the ackermans and the jaegers spend every winter renting a cabin together. when eren and mikasa turn 16, they give into long dormant desires and spend their joint family vacation sneaking around 😈

updated: 19 december 2023

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🔗 intro masterpost || aot/snk masterlist || other fandoms masterlist || wips masterlist

[loneghostss]

Do any of the other characters in aot appear in the serial killer/farm girl au? Also not to press my luck but will there be a fic?

yesss!!! sasha, hitch, historia, jean, and someone else i’m not sure yet! and yes, i’m writing it (3k words in) and hoping to post for halloween 🖤

[circusclownsam]

Attack On Titan / AOT OC (may not sense canon-wise, sorry)

Basic Information

First Name - Min-Ya [can be written as MinYa]

Surname - Choi

Nicknames - Minnie, prefers that name only

Age - 20s - 30s

Date Of Birth - 3 / 9

Biological Sex - Female

Pronouns - She / Her

Sexuality - Straight

Scent: a soft, vanilla scent

Race - Asian

Nationality - Korean - Australian

Birthplace - Seoul, South Korea

Previous Residence(s) - Seoul, SK. Sydney, Aus

Current Residence(s) - [depends on roleplay]

Appearance

Height - 5’2, 158cm

Weight - light (idk)

Face Claim - https://pin.it/5FkjIFk

Body Shape - hourglass, average thickness, small waist, d cup size

Eye Colour - Deep sea blue

Hair texture - 2C

Hair Length - Hip Length, almost reaching her thighs

Hair Colour - Chocolate Brown

Skin Colour - Warm tan

Scarring - inner thighs, arms and back. prefers hiding them with her clothing

other features - freckled cheeks, nose and shoulders. dimpled smile

Clothing:

Everyday -

; https://pin.it/5wE9RMvMF

; https://pin.it/5XpwEges8

; https://pin.it/1qizvAWyU

; https://pin.it/2D91NXCxF

; https://pin.it/7Hsm1hph0

; https://pin.it/4jIyF8u0H

; https://pin.it/6s9Urk1j1

; https://pin.it/4NRgHbJBI

; https://pin.it/1pWAAjzOB

Sleep -

; https://pin.it/3IGRjbxTq

; https://pin.it/7s9q6096b

; https://pin.it/46wLqs65L

Personality

Described as: introvert, “mum” friend

Good traits: caring, humorous, passive, kind, honest, brave, protective

Bad traits: flirtatious, cold, secretive, trust issues, blunt

Interests: cooking and cleaning for her team, reading in her spare time, when the others don’t pester her, occasionally studying titans with Hange, cauliflower, making memorials for the fallen members, her personal space, tending to the crops, drinking tea with Levi, feeding the horses

Disinterests: when the others pester her and overwhelm her, watching the others get hurt when fighting titans, spinach, being touched without permission, formal events; finds them uncomfortable and stuffy, titans, blood

Goals and Ambitions: to soon live in a safe world without titans, to keep her teammates fed and happy

Habits: picking at her nails, smoothing out her skirt, scratching at her scars when anxious

Pet peeves: when things are left messy, her teammates being unnecessarily loud

Hobbies: reading, farming

Insecurities: her scars, mostly

Skills

1 - Poor 10 - Advanced / Trained

Strength - 9

Using Gear - 6 (she’s getting there..eventually)

Killing Titans - 6

Hand to Hand Combat - 8

Ranged Combat - 7

Speed - 7

Endurance - 7

Agility / Balance - 8

Offense - 7

Defense - 7

Social Skills - 6

Confidence - 3 (bby needs some love😭)

Intelligence - 8

Wisdom - 7

Teamwork - 7

Leadership - 5

Mental Strength - 6

Planning Strategies - 6

Cooking - 9

Farming - 8

Military (ik this may not make sense canon wise but it’s an OC for a reason)

Regiment - Survey Corps

Rank - Cook

Rank at Cadet Graduation - 6th

Years in service - N/A

Relations

Mother:

Name - Lin Choi, Korean

Status - Deceased, eaten by a titan, close relationship

Father:

Name - Robert Kingly, Australian

Status - Deceased, unknown fate, strained relationship due to abuse

Sister: Katie Choi, korean

Status - Deceased, eaten by a titan, close relationship

Other Relatives: none as far as she’s aware (they all died of old age / diseases)

Friends:

Name - Levi Ackerman

Status - Alive, she cares deeply for the captain

Name - Hange Zoë

Status - Alive, the two have a mutual bond though aren’t close

Potential love interest(s) - Levi Ackerman, Reiner Braun

Health

Mental: okay, occasional nightmare

Physical: good, fit for her age

Disabilities: none

illnesses: mild social anxiety

diet: normal, given their limited supplies

dental: brushes regularly, healthy colour

eyesight: 20/20 vision, doesn’t need glasses

hygiene: bathes regularly, no bad odour

Backstory

Age - 1-2

Event - her family migrated to Japan when Minnie was between the age of 1-2

Age - teens - adulthood

Event - during her teen years, Minnie lived within the walls of Maria(?). Soon joining the military as a cook once she hit adulthood

[r-ate-9]

Yes, Shiganshina was destroyed... but what about the other 3 districts?

In the maps of AoT, both gates in Shiganshina were destroyed, the one to the outside and the one that lead through Wall Maria. But there were three other districts that had similar enclosures along Wall Maria that weren’t “breached”. According to the series, refugees flocked to Rosa from all sectors of Maria, so naturally, we assumed that those other enclosures were abandoned. 

I tried to find the names of these other districts. I didn’t find them anywhere. Does anyone else know if they were ever named? 

If you’re American, you remember the huge storm in Florida in the last year, and how residents were warned way ahead of time to leave their homes. Most did, but many didn’t. There have been many other disasters where people refuse to abandon their homes over the course of human history, and I can’t imagine this would be much different. 

Theoretically, then, out in the other three districts, there are the Forgotten people of Maria. They still live at home, they farm within the district’s limits, maybe they train their own military! 

The Survey Corps’ goal for the last decade has been to try to reach Shiganshina and block up the hole in Maria, so they definitely haven’t thought about these other districts. 

Think of all the potential au’s - or, heck, they could be canon for all we know about these other districts! 

[meatmechapilot]

3 Sentence Ficathon 2023

Prompt: Any, Any, "How the fuck did we end up at Denny's?"

Dude, why are we at Denny's? (AOT AU)

Jean woke with a start, there's a crick in his neck, must be from the fact that he did not sleep in a bed last night; his memory was hazy from the previous night, but he distinctly remembers being at a party held at Queen Bee Historia's family farm.

He peered up from the table that his face had been resting on and saw three faces looking at him; Marco was holding him a cup of coffee, while Eren and Armin were resolutely trying not to make eye contact; he looked down at his shirt only to see it stained with dried vomit.

The events of the previous night finally flooded back to him: he got drunk and threw up on their gracious hostess and was duly thrown out along with Marco (Eren and Armin decided to leave with them); there was just one question remaining that was bugging him, and he voiced it out loud: "How the fuck did we end up at Denny's?  We were miles from anywhere and none of us had a car!"

[kael-san]

Farm AU again :)

(Please, do not repost)

[getoswhore]

‘ CATTLE ‘N CREAM! — jean kirschtein.

☰ ft : farmer! jean x cow girl! f! reader

+ synopsis : jean is very adamant about being a responsible farmer with his cattle, and he never misses the very important day when they need milking... | est. 1.7k wc

cw/tw : sws + modern/farmer au, lactation kink, pussy drunk! jean, nipple play, lots of titty sucking :o, ‘lil manipulation ‘cause he's a lying perv, reader is a human/cow hybrid, pet names (jean calls reader cattle + sweetheart), praising, creampie/half cum shot, cum eating, this is kinda filthy and a little rushed at the end...

+ note : yesyes, ik–WE all know that i don't write for aot anymore :c but this was always one fic i RLLY wanted to post, sooo yeah :c also, @gabzlovesu ‘cause ik you were rlly excited for this :c + @jeanslove since she asked so nicely. <3

a ringing clap of bell peals roll through the sleeping farm like thunder; the singing metals clinking together as if their sound was twirling through the old ridden barn walls like alarms. and soon, the sleeping silence was quickly replaced with rising animals of all kinds mewing out in hunger, impatiently waiting to be fed.

with lazy eyes fluttering wide at the sudden racket to awake and prepare for a busy day, a clear view of new daylight unwraps its hues to the world through the small garden window ahead of you. it's still dim, but the plum rays peeking through the mountains tell you it's that time of the month again. you can even feel it too; a sudden sharp ache tingles in your chest, feeling more notable every time you move in your soft bed of golden hay, sensing your perk breasts feeling heavier and fuller, almost firmer too...

and all you can do is weep out in silent pain, waiting impatiently for when the farmer comes over to your stall–for when jean can dump the soft pallets of grass into your personal trough before you can show him your issue.

the palms of your hands and naked knees kiss at the golden floors before quickly rearing yourself up–fast and eager, hearing the familiar soft clicks of heavy feet make their way towards your stall.

widening eyes peering up in elation; muddy boots with farmyard muck stuck beneath them appear into your sight. and you catch glimpse of the freshly laundered coveralls fitting nicely around the tone of his thigh–the torn denim even fitting tight to his chest.

“mornin’ sunshine, how's my favorite little cattle doin’?” jean gives a warm smile, a bright one too with pretty teeth and with the fat of his cheeks rising high.

but seeing the small pout fixated on your features makes him frown.

“whats wrong? somthin’ bothering you–oh...”

he notices, quite quickly.

“already needin’ milking, huh? thought another week or so...” jean stares with wide, dilated eyes; a heavy gaze viewing a clear sight of your perk tits filled all round and full, almost too full where one little squeeze can make them leak.

he kneels down to open the small gate between you two, unlocking the locks and freeing an open space. jean gets close soon as he does, kneeling in to get a better look.

“poor girl, must be in so much pain being all filled up like this.” he kicks over a metal bucket close by, and you prep yourself up, getting eager and ready, knowing the tension is going to release...

“hm, must be extra sweet with them being this firm.” and he doesn't hesitate to test that theory; reaching an eager hand out with all five lilthe fingers curling around the soft mound of flesh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

like he had thought, a dribble of milk leaks through the thin, printed fabric you wear; the milky substance soaking through and a dark wet spot spreads around it, making you hone out. and he quickly glides a thumb over the hard pebbled peak pressing wetly against the cloth till he deemed enough.

jean pops his thumb into his mouth, tasting the sweet liquid soothe against his taste buds with savory delight.

he hums, “this is why you're my favorite, always sweeter than ever.” his soft words are like auditory caramel to your ears, rushing a perky smile to rise at your cheeks.

“yeah, ‘n that pretty smile of yours is my favorite too.” jean could feel his coveralls becoming a size too small by the second; his cock beginning to throb and pulse, erecting at just the pretty view of your half-naked body glowing before his eyes.

“alright, let's get you ready.” you lean in, letting the farmer clip his fingers around the thin stings of your bra and letting the fabric tumble down till it freed your perk breast. and your breasts bounce, jiggling down at the sudden release of your support as a cold shiver licks up your spine at the sudden slick breeze kissing at your skin.

jean’s leafy eyes couldn't peel off of the pretty view of your breast, boggling at how the pebbled peaks leak with fresh milk–ready to drink and savor...

and it made his mouth water.

“ya’ don't mind if i take one more little taste? just a little.“ jean gives you a gentle look, eyes almost droopy and filled with need.

you nod.

he's quick to latch both hands around your firm breast, clipping eager fingers around the tough skin and tugging lightly.

your throat bobs as you whine out, weeping at the slight pull, yet it felt so delicious; feeling more of your built-up liquid slick out and pebble around your hardened nipples before drooling down.

before collecting against his tongue.

you were too focused on the needy hands squeezing at your soft mounds and not on how jean nudged his face between your breast with a flat tongue sticking out long and ready.

he's never done this before.

it made your back arch with hooded eyes to glaze with euphoria, watching how he lapped at the sweet juices you gave to him with licks and broad, rough stripes across your perk nipple.

it made you feel... special to be treated like this, to have such appreciation...

jean leans back, feeling you twitch in his hold, “squeezing just hurts ya’, i think i know a way to ease the pain a lil’?” his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, catching the little droplets clinging at his skin.

head tilting in enthusiasm question, you wonder and he's more than ready to show you.

his mouth splays open wide with a wet velvet tongue laying flat to press against your hardened peak as he leans back in, drawing your nipple at the center hard into his mouth.

it's warm, wet, and foreign as his lips seal around your sensitive nipple, giving it a good suck till it fell in drops; milk practically pouring out with ease into his watering mouth. and jean was more than delighted to swallow down the honey-like beverage.

the soft hum he emits in satisfaction vibrates around your soft bundle of nerves, and the suckling sounds did something to you, deep inside you–those filthy, wet sounds rang in your ears as you watched how jean tenderly cradled your perk breast. you were just as entranced as he was nursing and lapping at the trickling juices, feeding off the sweet taste like a hungry little calf himself.

deep down, you wouldn't even be able the fathom the idea of how long jean has been thinking of this moment–ever since he’s got you–ever since he’s added you to his little farm, he's always fetishized this sick little scenario of sucking on your tits till milk spilled since day one...

jean squeezes your other desolate breast, pinching a thumb and forefinger before gently twisting in a half circle, forcing your whole body to shudder at the pull. it makes your skin spike with goosebumps, toes to curl and pretty eyes to knock to the back of your head.

it's addictive getting that response from you.

he can feel you tense up beneath his hold as he licks and sucks softly at your hard, sensitive tips back and forth between your nipple, and areola, and even the flesh around that, earning more of a delicious squirt of milk that quickly disappears across his tongue.

jean was so far gone too that the tent pitched in his coveralls went completely unnoticed–if he had been paying attention, he’d realize that his swollen cock was pearling with oozing pre and leaking just as much as your breasts were...

jean hesitates to pop off for a breather, but when he does, the cold lingering feel makes you whine out in need, and he almost felt bereaved when he did too.

his mouth was wet with translucent white, a pretty view of a slick shine gathering at the plump of his lips.

“fuck–taste so fuckin’ good.” his words are barely even words, only breathy and lost–too dazed at the fever dream coming to life.

“‘m wanna–fuck–wanna pump my milk into you, fuck you full with my milk? yeah? how does that sound? give you some of mine...” jean was fumbling over his words like the fingers fumbling over his gold-plated buckle.

and you can feel your cunt leaking at this point; pretty pussy pulsing a damp spot to form a little circle of slick and feeling the cool air hit against your cow-printed panties.

you groan, muscles flexing and cunt clenching desperately around nothing hungrily as you watch jean unzip his jeans desperately. embarrassingly, it takes him a few tries, too focused on the way how you lean back for him; pretty body lying still on your back with teasing legs spreading wide, breasts stretching out, pulled by gravity, everything seeking the centre as you cast your whole body open to him.

he curses at himself, almost drooling at the clear view of your pussy; the fat outline of your lips pressing hard against the thin cloth.

it makes his heavy balls tighten.

jeans throbbing cock finally bobs free from his confines; it's pretty, you think, a blushing pink at the crown, long and thick with bulging veins pulsing around the shaft, and oozing pearls of pre spills over, shining his tip raw with cum.

it twitches in his hand that fists it tightly and eagerly–giving it a long and quick stroke with a firm twist to the tip, and squeezing more of his pre to drool out sloppily.

you moan out nimbly at just the sight.

“like it baby? yeah? gonna like it more once i fill you up.” jean tugs aways at your panties, making view of your pretty pussy and gazing deeply at how it drools in marbling slick.

“such a pretty little cattle–my little cattle.”

he nudges the crown of his cock at your sopping entrance, already nudging himself between your slippery folds with greed. and he's quick to pull your legs around the slim of his waist as your bodies eagerly find the places where they need to meet; his heavy cock pressing in slowly till he couldn't anymore, filling you up in one swift motion of his hips buckling hard against yours.

your jaw hinges open, mouth left agape at the raw feeling of skin on skin–of his cock barreling deep into your cunt to the hilt.

enchanted at the soft touch of silken skin and harsher hair bumping against your puffy clit as he quickly finds a rhythm, a cruel one too, almost sloppy and uneven, but enough to make your mine trance off into a complete and utter mind-boggling daze.

your slick juices gush out by the intrusion, the slop of it drooling outside your little hole as he drags his cock into your inner gummy walls. jean groans out a pitiful moan, the sloppy mess of your pussy already creaming a translucent milky ring around the base of his cock makes his hips stutter, and eyes to even widen in fierce feral intent.

your breast bounce along in sync too as you roll eager hips to urge him in deeper–harder. and his mouth comes down between your jiggling chest to thank you with wordless kisses; suckling bites into the tender flesh as he rocks into you harder.

feeling the deep press of the crown of his cock kissing at your softest spots made not only your cunt to leak, but your breast to as well. a cute fall of milk pours down, even making a flow down to the middle of your tummy.

“fill you back up all nice and full f’me.” jean can feel his cock pulse as each thrust–at each heavy contact your skin clashes together with.

ankles locking behind his back as you clench, arche, twist, and writhe beneath him, you can feel him throb, deep. feeling how his aching cock grows bigger as he gets closer, his knot fixated only to fill you up till it was deemed.

thrusting his hips faster, he bottoms out with the final buckle and let's out a long and deep guttural moan as his cock spurts out thick ribbons of warm cum deep into the womb of your cunt. and he tries, he really tries to keep moving his hips to drag out his high, but instead slips out like a dog in heat–popping out of your little drooling pussy and cumming all over your tummy.

jean desperately tries his hardest to slip back into your warmth, but his body curls, hunching over at the stomach-churning high as a pitiful puddle of his sticky mess pools onto your skin.

he sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth, “i want–you gotta swallow this up, its good f’you, promise...” he's already grabbing your sweating, shaking hands to swipe up the globs of cum and breast milk sticking to your tummy to wipe up.

“lick it up–promise it'll be good for you, promise...” jean’s eyes are barely open, only a small peak of them can be seen through the thick of his lashes.

and your still trying to catch your breath, but the eager man prying your own sticky webbed hand to your mouth makes it impossible.

parting your swollen lips, you lap between your fingers, tasting the mixtures of salt and sweetness stick to your tongue and melt into your taste buds as you feel his thick cum leak out from your stretched little hole.

it's filthy, but it makes jean’s cock throb back into wake...

let's all support the good farmers–the ones who are passionate about their herds.

[jujujitsu]

Word Count: 10260 (sorry)

Genre/ Tropes/ Aesthetic: AoT Hybrid AU! Bullman! Reiner. One shot. Reader insert. Female reader. M x F relationship. Fluff, cute shit mixed in. Friends to Lovers. Forbidden romance.

General Warnings: The following story is NSFW. MINORS DNI. Characters are appropriately aged up for NSFW situations. Do not repost, copy, or duplicate. Sorry for typos. I try. Remember, I’m hella dyslexic.

Trigger Warnings/ Kinks:��BREEDING, cumflation, oral, monster fucking, pregnancy, belly bulge, fingering, imprinting, possessiveness, alpha male behavior (not ABO), body worship if you squint, size kink, knotting

Featured Characters:

AOT: Reiner Braun, Colt Grice, Theo Magath

Synopsis: You buy your dream property across from Farmer Magath and his prized bullman. You didn't expect the hybrid to be so kind. Your friendship grows and so does your desire to fuck him.

You bought your dream property next to this cattle farm out in the middle of nowhere in a town called Marley. Being close to the farm didn’t bother you. You had plenty of acreage and cows didn’t disturb you either. This country cottage was too good to pass up. It had everything you needed for a proper homestead of your own.

After moving in, you learned there was more living at this farm than cows. Farmer Magath raised top quality cattle and the reason people paid him so much was because of the stud hybrid he used to breed his herd. He’s a big, strong ornery thing and you’ve been told to keep your distance and avoid contact if you see him. Your property lines share a fence so it’s possible you’d encounter the bullman. You appreciated the heads-up.

He’s gotten violent and lost his temper a few times, according to your new neighbor’s farmhand, Colt Grice. You’re told he’s extremely protective of the cows and when they go to sell some, they must tranquilize him. He’s not too fond of people, but he wouldn’t dare hurt Farmer Magath. He didn’t seem to give a shit about Colt.

When you see the bullman cross the field one day, you’re in awe. He’s beautiful and proud, with blonde hair and striking golden eyes. His body is flawless, with rippling muscles that would make the gods envious. It was a damn shame he was a hybrid because, whew!

That same day, some of your chickens got loose, and you chased them all over. Of course, one ran into the bullman’s fenced side of the ranch. You didn’t see him or the herd, so you hopped over to track down the missing chicken. The goal was to get in and out unnoticed.

You spotted your missing chicken, pecking beneath some trees a few yards away. You tried to sneak up and grab him, but before you could, the bullman emerged from the bushes and snatched it up by his feet.

You gasped because you thought that was the end of poor Eren. He was your favorite chicken, but damn, he’d do anything for some freedom. Seemed now like he scratched and pecked his last meal.

The bullman looked at you for a moment before sauntering over with a swagger in his steps. He towered above you and had to be a little over 7 foot tall. Despite what your neighbor said, he didn’t look mean. He gave you a charming smile and handed the ornery chicken over. He didn’t hurt a feather on the pissed off fowl. Eren pecked ruthlessly at his hand, but it didn’t faze the hybrid.

“Thank you,” you mutter as you wrestle the bristled chicken and made him sit snuggly in your arms. He clicked his beak at the bullman as if to say, ‘fuck you’ in chicken. You’d talk to him later about his fowl language. “I’m sorry to invade your space like this. Eren’s a runner. Erm, gosh, I’m also sorry about your hand.”

The hybrid bleated softly, then reached over to gently pat the top of your head as if to say it wasn’t a problem. Eren ruffled his feathers and tried to peck at him again, but the bullman just taped his beak with one finger before he could get catch some skin.

“Will you walk me back?”

He nodded his head and happily escorted you across the field. He helped you over the fence and you realized, if he wanted, he could leave the farm. You thanked the bullman and took Eren to his pen with the other chickens.

You had a stunted rooster who ended up being the most alpha one of the group. You called him Captain Levi because, well, he justly deserved to be called Captain with how he ran the coop. After putting Eren inside, Captain Levi fluttered down from his perch and flogged him until Eren ran to the safety of one of the houses. You saluted the gray and black bird and went on about your day.

When you came back, you didn’t expect to see the bullman waiting for you at the fence, but he remained and looked at you expectantly. Another soft bleat left his mouth, and he swished his tail as if the sight of you excited him.

You couldn’t deny him. He was so cute! Maybe he was lonely. Hell, you certainly were. So, you went up to him and started chatting about anything and everything just to give him company. He was a superb listener, and he made expressions to convey his thoughts about the things you said. He’d occasionally rumble out a laugh when you made a silly joke. Most of the time, he smiled and listened with absolute interest.

That’s how it started between the two of you. Conversation with the bullman became part of your daily routine. In the evenings, you’d meet him at the fence with a basket of fruit to share as you talked about your day. He brought you stuff like little gifts and tokens of appreciation. He found the most beautiful rocks, and he was proud of them all. You kept them in the small flower garden along the side of your house where he could see them from the fence.

Sometimes he brought you flowers or wreathes he made. You had a wreath on your front door, back door, both barn doors, and your shed. He brought you a new bouquet each week, and it sat in a vase on your kitchen table. He created a flower crown and put it on your head while you had lunch together one day. That was one of your favorite moments.

The fence always separated you, and Reiner didn’t seem to mind. He sat down when you had picnics together on the other side without a problem. He followed you along the fence line on your walks together. You bet he’d happily jump that damn thing and help with your chores if you asked.

You started making things for him too. He loved your fruit pies and cookies the most. Sometimes you crafted items, but most of the time, you cooked snacks for him. You did not know what he did with the things you made. He treasured them all, though. You could tell by his expressions how much he appreciated your crafts when you gave him something.

Colt came back with your tools and found you waiting for him at the chicken coop. You both got to work on fixing it while Reiner watched. He kept a stern, threatening gaze on Colt. The young man felt uneasy, like someone suddenly plastered a target on his back.

You noticed his hooves weren’t properly cared for one day. He was the farmer’s pride and joy, but he didn’t receive the attention he deserved. He developed a limp, so you told him to back up to the fence and lift his hoof so you could scrape and cut it down. He was obedient to you and remained in place until you finished the job. You polished his hooves after. He walked with his head high for the rest of the day.

Now, the farmhand Colt Grice took interest in you. He was a bashful lad, and you often conversed with him at the front of your house when he walked to and from the farm. It started off with gentle hellos and queries about your day. You said nothing about you and the bullman. Something in your gut told you to keep that to yourself.

Gradually, Colt grew comfortable and lingered in the evenings while you worked on the front of the cottage. He offered to help you, but you always denied him. You said he worked enough for Farmer Magath and he needed his rest.

You weren’t out front one day during his walk home. Colt thought that was odd because you were always outside at this hour. He checked around back to make sure you were alright. If he didn’t see you, he’d go on his way and ask about it all in the morning.

He found you moving chickens into a temporary enclosure. A tree limb fell on their coop in the middle of the night. You spent all morning rounding the gang up and gathering supplies for repairs. Now you had to remove the limbs and fix everything.

“Need some help?” Colt asked. You practically jumped out of your skin.

“Oh, goodness! Colt”

He immediately apologized, and you laughed it off after you recovered. He giggled too after making sure you were alright. Honestly, there was a good chemistry between you two and Colt was super handsome. He would make a great boyfriend if you took things further.

You told him you could handle everything, but this time he remained firm in his decision to help. You relented, but you’d only let him help after he got a little hydrated and had something to eat. Cooking food for others was part of your love language. You cared about him enough to make sure he was properly nourished.

You made Colt two bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches with mayo on toasted bread. He inhaled them and half the pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade you made this morning. You laughed and talked together while your food settled. He scooted closer to you and started flirting. Of course, you twirled your hair and reciprocated.

His cheeks were beet red while a dusting of pink spread across yours. You smiled shyly up at him through your eyelashes. He was seconds from asking you out. He just needed to get the courage to form the sentence.

That’s when you found out the bullman was a jealous being. As he crossed the field, he heard you laugh. He loved that sound more than anything, so he came to investigate and see what had you so tickled. He saw a familiar man sitting with you. It was Colt! He bellowed his disapproval, which got your attention, and stopped Colt from asking his question.

“Oh, what pissed him off?” Colt inquired aloud.

You scooted away from Colt and noted the time. “Colt, could you go around front and grab my tools? I had the box out near the corner of the house. I had to fix the drain this morning.”

Colt was eager to please, despite feeling disappointed that he was interrupted. He tipped his hat and walked off to find them while you pretended to survey the coop. Once he was out of sight, you addressed the angry bullman. He barred his teeth and snorted at Colt’s direction, but you reached over and took his hand. He immediately snapped out of his rage and whimpered at you.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. It’s just Colt from your farm. He’s a good guy. We’ll have to meet later in the evening. He’s going to help with repairs.”

You tried your best to reassure him that everything was alright, and that Colt wouldn’t hurt you. He calmed down a little and pulled at your arm as if begging you to stay. You told Reiner he needed to compose himself and scolded him lightly.

The latter was completely true because the next day, Reiner gave him hell. Colt ended up injuring his leg and had to take paid leave to recover. That’ll teach Colt and anyone else to think twice before encroaching on what belonged to Reiner.

Not long after Colt’s accident, you met Farmer Magath at the market. He asked how your homestead was going. You told him all was fine and running smoothly, which was great because it was your first time living alone.

Farmer Magath then inquired about the bullman and asked if he troubled you any. You felt in your gut it was best not to tell him about your friendship with the bullman, so you lied and said you’ve seen him a few times, but he left you alone. You inquired about his other animals and if he had names for them. Only the bullman had a name.

The whole thing didn’t last long. He did what he had to do, but you were suddenly imagining so much more. You wanted to see him mate up close so you could- God! You were a pervert! A dirty, disgusting pervert!

“We brought him here registered under the name Reiner,” the farmer told you. “I didn’t see no point in changing it, so we just kept callin’em Reiner.”

Magath warned that mating season would soon start. Things might get loud on the farm. Cows were vocal when it was time to mate and the bullman became a nightmare once his rut hit. You just laughed and said it wouldn’t bother you and you offered him some vegetables from your garden. He declined and said, "It’s best to save, can, or sell, ma’am. Don’t waste none on me."

When you got home, you noticed Reiner was on the other side of the fence with some cattle. He paced behind one and seemed tense. He turned, and you got a full side view of his cock for the first time. The bottom half of his body was the bull part, and he was huge. He wrapped a fist around it and pumped it a few times. Then you watched from your window as he mounted the cow he paced behind previously and held it in place while he - why - why the fuck were you suddenly aroused by seeing this!?

He mated with the standing cow, finished, and pulled out. He huffed and sauntered off elsewhere after his deed was done, but he left you stunned with your mouth wide open.

Your self-belittlement did nothing to quell the sensation rising in your gut. You clenched your thighs together and thought about him fucking into you with that enormous cock. Muscles rippling, grip firm, him bending you over the fence as he gave you his seed. He’d tower above you and throw you around like a disposable cock sleeve. You needed to feel it. You wanted to be the one standing in place while he bred you.

Oh gods! Your mind and body screamed for a release, so you stumbled to your bedroom and fingered yourself until you came. One hand grasped your headboard while the other pushed you through a powerful orgasm. You thought of him and how he could easily lift you up. You thought of how he could fuck you on his dick. He didn’t need to mate with the cows. He could use you instead.

After finishing and coming down from your thirst, you felt so embarrassed. Even in your own home, which should be your safe haven, shame flooded over you. You got a drink of water from your kitchen and looked outside to see Reiner waiting for you at the fence. Your eyes went to his lower body, and you remained fixated on his cock sheath and large velvety balls. They looked bigger than normal. Was this part of his rut?

You saw the outline of his flaccid dick in the safety of its pouch. The imagery of his full erection took its place at the forefront of your thoughts. It was more human-like than you expected and oh-so thick and large. One thing was clear: it had to feel fucking good.

You shook your head and dismissed those terrible thoughts. It was wrong to have relations with hybrids and downright illegal in some places. They were potent beings and humans could easily get knocked up. In Marley there wasn’t a written law or punishment in place for mixed relationships, but people sure as shit made you into a social pariah and forced you into designated zones. You had to suppress this unnatural urge if you wanted to keep your homestead.

To clear your mind, you focused on making an evening meal. You gathered up cucumber sandwiches with cream cheese spread you made and placed them into the picnic basket along with fruit, fresh baked lemon cookies, and a container of lemonade. Reiner called out to you, as he often did when he got impatient. You took your knitting project and blanket to sit on, then went out the door just as he started pacing at the fence.

Reiner’s ears perked up, and he chuffed before becoming still and bleated to greet you. His tail flicked happily, and he bellowed once. He really missed you this morning, apparently.

“I just went to the store is all,” you reassured. “I ran into Farmer Magath, and he told me your name. It’s Reiner, right?”

He nodded, and those golden eyes became so bright. You swore he was about to jump the fence and hug you, but he stayed put.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Reiner repeated roughly. “I learn.”

You almost dropped everything. He spoke. You did not know he could speak!

“Reiner…you…you can talk?”

He lowered his ears and stepped back as if he did something bad. You immediately reassure him everything was okay.

“Reiner, I’m not mad! I’m glad you can speak. What all can you say?”

“Know some words. Trouble if heard. Trust you, so I talk. Want to talk to Y/N. Want Y/N to hear me.”

That’s right. Hybrids weren’t allowed an education. They weren’t allowed to learn how to speak and read. People didn’t talk to them like they were intelligent. They were treated like beasts despite them having many facets of human behavior.

“I won’t say anything,” you promise. “You can talk to me freely. I’m so happy to know we can speak to each other.”

Reiner smiled and looked at one of his favorite trees. “Come sit.” He couldn’t form the other words, so he pointed at himself. “Show you.”

“I don’t know If I should cross the fence,” you say.

“I come,” he replied as he approached the fence. “Want closer. Need closer. Tired of fence.”

He got agitated, but not at you. Words really were hard for him and who knows how long it had been since he last spoke to someone. He sighed, then looked to the sky. “Sun hot.”

“Let’s get you in the shade. I’ll come to your side. You can show me your tree.”

He was so happy he bleated again. He took the items you had in your hands and placed them down before helping you over to his side. You climbed a few panels, but he lifted you the rest of the way because he was so excited.

"Finally,” he said with a smile. “Not since, silly chicken. Now come. Hot. Bad for Y/N. Bad for Reiner.”

He led you to his favorite tree. It was a huge, brilliant willow right next to the bank of a wide river. The branches were so thick that no one could see inside the natural curtain. It was ideal for getting out of the scorching sun and keeping a low profile with Reiner.

When you entered, it felt fifteen degrees cooler from the branches. Songbirds and croaking frogs created a peaceful melody inside this magical hideaway. Moss bloomed like a natural carpet across the ground. Dragon flies danced with the cattails and reeds near the shore. Occasionally, a fish jumped and slapped the water after catching a bug flying too close to the surface.

Reiner made this place for himself. Only his hoof prints indented the ground. You realized this is where he came to make you things. He hung the wreathes you made on the lowest large branch he could reach with twine. He nestled the poppet you made of him in a knot near the center of the trunk. Shells, feathers, antlers, and stick ornaments adorned this place, making natural chimes. It was absolutely beautiful.

He got on his knees next to you as you looked around. You had to be the first he brought here and suddenly you realized how significant it was to be in his safe spot.

“Like?” He asked as he watched your expressions with heightened interest.

“It’s gorgeous,” you told him with a kind smile. “Let’s have lunch. I’m starving, aren’t you?”

He nodded and rose to help you spread the blanket before settling down again. You unpacked everything, and Reiner licked his lips with anticipation. Your eyes lingered on his mouth after his tongue passed over them. You never realized how plump and pretty his lips were. Despite being outside and exposed to the elements, he kept them moisturized. Damn, they looked so soft and kissable.

You wondered what they felt like molded against yours. What did his tongue feel like in your mouth? Could he learn to kiss you properly or would he simply mount and breed you like the cows if aroused? How would it feel pleasuring and prepping your cunt for his big, meaty-

You shook your head and resumed laying out your lunch before your thoughts went any further. Reiner watched you with growing curiosity. He was unsure why you looked lost in some sort of daze suddenly.

He went to ask, but something distracted him.

A wonderful scent snaked its way into his nose, and he inhaled slowly while closing his eyes. It wasn’t the food or the drink; it was- oh- his nostrils flared, and his eyes snapped open. Reiner’s pupils dilated, and he inhaled again to make sure he was right. Yes, yes! The scent was you! It was intoxicating, better than anything his senses experienced before, and it was so strong! Your body was ready to mate and conceive.

“Here’s your plate,” you offered, and it jarred him out of his building lust. Sweat dampened his brow and his fine blonde hair stuck to his forehead. He realized he clenched his jaw too tightly and needed to relax before he scared you.

Reiner took your food with a shaking hand. He muttered something that you assumed was a thanks. To your surprise, he stood up and put some distance between the two of you. He ate with his back turned and you watched his tail flick periodically. This was certainly unlike him.

Tension developed between the two of you, and you were clueless why. Your mind filled with worst-case scenario doubts. Perhaps he didn’t like cucumber sandwiches, or he regretted bringing you here.

You finished eating and realized Reiner remained in place with his gaze off elsewhere. You did not know he was battling with himself mentally and that his cock head rose from its blonde sheath. He readjusted his stance. Your smell drove him crazy, and it was forcing him into his rut early.

“Reiner, are you-“

“Reiner…I’m sorry if I-“

“Leave!” He growled. He dropped the plate. It smashed into three pieces when it hit the ground.

You gasped, and he flattened his ears when he heard it. His breath quickened and his heartbeat spread further across his lap. His pink tip flared and turned a deep red while the rest of his cock emerged. He needed to-

“Leave, Y/N!”

As fast as possible, you jumped up and put everything in the basket. You would not stick around if he was giving you the opportunity to go before he went on a rampage. You pulled your skirt past your ankles so you could move faster. In your rush to put distance between you and Reiner; however, your foot lodged into one of the raised roots. With a yelp, you fell and twisted your ankle.

“No! The basket!” you yelled as it launched from your hands.

It tumbled away. You heard glass jars clash together and break. The fall scraped your legs up good. Pieces of bark lodged into your knee and ankle. You dreaded picking them out. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you looked to see if Reiner could help you, but he was gone. It was just you and with your swollen foot stuck in these mangled roots.

You tried to pry the roots apart, but they wouldn’t budge. Your ankle was too big now to ease it through. You clenched your fist and struck the earth as you started sobbing. You could call for help, but then you’d have to explain why you were on this side of the fence and expose Reiner’s hiding place.

Time dragged on forever. The sky was growing dark and suddenly you heard something like hooves pounding into the ground. Reiner burst through the willow branches and hurried to your side. He was flushed and had a variety of visible emotions. Shame, concern, and strained control were the most notable.

“M’sorry! M’sorry!” he cried, but it made no sense to you. He was clearly upset, and he treated you like a fragile flower after he pulled the roots apart by hand and lifted your foot out. He picked you up and brought you to a more comfortable place to sit. Something was still clearly wrong, though. You saw the way his eyes dilated, and you realized he was trembling while taking off your slipper to examine your foot.

“Reiner, what’s wrong?”

He averted his gaze and snorted. Occasionally, he would shake his head as if there were something boring into his brain that he needed to get out. Reiner examined your foot to the best of his ability, then gently lowered it to the ground.

“M’sorry,” he said again. “Need to go. Rest, Y/N. I leave. I stand guard. Cannot be here.”

You boldly reached for his arm to stop him from leaving, and he snapped his eyes to yours.

“Please stay,” you begged. “I don’t know what I did wrong. Reiner, I’m-“

“No, not you. Me. Me! Not you!”

He spoke frantically. His words were all jumbled together. Reiner paused after seeing your face contort into confusion. He reached over with his big hand and cupped your cheek.

“Protect you. Losing self. Rut. Need to go. No hurt you. Control hard. Love…you.”

Your face bloomed with color after he spoke steadily and purposefully to make sure you understood his words. He stroked your cheek, then backed away before turning and leaving you alone beneath the curtain of the great willow. You saw his shadow in the fading light as he stood guard like he said he would.

“His rut,” you muttered. “He fought his instincts just now to make sure I wasn’t severely injured. That’s why he told me to leave earlier. Something worked him up. Wait, did he smell my arousal?”

You fell silent because you knew the answer. You sent him into a frenzy because you couldn’t keep your thoughts from wandering. This was all your fault.

Eventually, you stood on your own and left the willow. Reiner watched from afar as you went home. You had trouble getting over the fence, but you managed. He didn’t take his eyes off you until you were in your home.

The next day, you found your basket, remaining jars, and blanket piled neatly on your doorstep, along with a single flower. You glanced at the fence line, but he wasn’t there. After putting everything up and feeding the chickens, you rested in your living room chair with your foot elevated. You fell asleep and dreamt of Reiner.

He came into your house like it was something he did regularly. You did not know how it accommodated him, but it was clear he lived with you. He wore something like overalls and a plaid shirt. His hooved feet clicked across the floor as he went towards the bathroom. You heard running water as he washed his hands and face, cleansing himself of the day’s grime.

“Plowed the entire field in record time this morning,” he bragged as he came into the kitchen doorway while patting himself dry. He spoke perfect common tongue now, which further surprised you.

You were lost in the feeling of ecstasy as he fingered you in the kitchen. He placed one hand comfortably over your mouth to keep you quiet. Reiner was careful to make sure you could properly breath as he worked you toward your first orgasm. His cock grew between your ass cheeks as you whimpered in the palm of his hand and shook because your body had no control at this point.

You worked on dishes when he came and wrapped his powerful arms around you. He pulled you into his big, warm body. He smelled of the earth and hard work, but you liked it the same way you loved the smell of your grandfather’s old shed and dusty toolboxes. It was comforting, and he was so damn soft.

Reiner’s lips graced the column of your neck. His huge hands grabbed at whatever they could find and suddenly you were melting into his chest while gasping his name. He untied your apron and the crossties on your skirt. He pulled your blouse free, and those warm hands began exploring your lower body.

“Someone’s wet,” he teased as his meaty fingers brushed over your slit. “I could smell you when I opened the door. Mmm, I need to mate with you. Put another baby inside your pretty belly.”

“Another?” you wondered internally. “How many did we have together? How was this possible?”

Your thoughts vanished when he dipped those fingers into your warm, wet depths. He explored and searched your canal for your sweet spot. Reiner knew your body. He was teasing you, making you tense with anticipation while he acted mischievously clueless as to where he was going.

“I know it’s somewhere,” he cooed as he glided his pads over the many ridges of your inner tunnel. You clenched and squeezed his digits, pulling them further toward their destination. He let out a breathy chuckle when you squirmed.

One brush over your g spot was all it took for you to toss your head back and cry out. He pressed hard and rubbed it agonizingly slow while shushing you. “You’ll wake the babies, sweetheart. I can’t breed you if they stir. Be good for me. I need to prepare you. Too big for your tiny pussy.”

“Pretty, pretty little mate. Gonna fuck my seed into you. You love taking my cum. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You nodded in his hand as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“Y/N?”

Suddenly, his voice changed, and your eyes darted around.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

Why did you hear Colt suddenly?

“Y/N? Hello?”

You opened your eyes and gasped. Colt had his hand on your shoulder and was near your face. He immediately let go and stepped back when you woke up.

“Hey, you’re awake. Gosh, I was getting worried.”

“Colt, how did you get in here?”

“The door was open, so I came in to check on you. I thought something bad might have happened. Maybe you forgot to shut it all the way. I’m just glad you’re alright. It’s been a morning. Farmer Magath is dead, and the bullman is missing.”

“What?” You asked with wide eyes. “Did he…did he kill Mr. Magath?”

Colt solemnly nodded. “I came by to let you know and advise you to stay inside. I checked your barn and there was no sign of him. We’re getting a team together to track him down before he hurts anyone else.”

“But aren’t you still injured?”

Colt smiled and patted his leg. “I’ll be fine. I’m…honored you are concerned, Y/N. Your basket of treats made me want to heal up as quickly as I can. I miss our daily talks.”

You smiled at Colt, and he blushed. When he averted his gaze, it fell on your wrapped ankle. He gasped and immediately became concerned. “Y/N, what happened? Did you fall?”

“Yeah, got caught up and twisted when I was rushing around, trying to get Eren. You know how he likes to play escape.”

“He’s a troublesome chicken,” Colt sighed. “But I know you have a soft spot for him. Just be careful, okay? I’m going to head out now. Y/N, I will see you soon. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Colt left, and you sat for a moment trying to think. Reiner was missing. People were looking for him. What would happen if they found him? You paled at the possibilities running through your mind.

“I must find him before they do. I need to know why he did it.”

You hobbled outside to your barn to grab your walking stick and your ankle high shoes for extra support. Just as you were about to leave, you heard a familiar, soft bleat in the back of your barn near the hay storage.

“Reiner?”

You placed your stick down and closed the barn doors. You didn’t know why he was hiding in your barn, but you knew he wouldn’t have made that noise if he didn’t want you to find him. You thought about what Colt told you. Your door was wide open. You bet anything Reiner was trying to get inside to you, but he realized he couldn’t fit in your house. He erased his steps as he made for your barn. No wonder Colt couldn’t find him.

You peered into the back of the barn where you stored all the hay. Suddenly, the mountain of straw moved, and Reiner nudged his head through so he could peer out at you. He was wide eyed and scared.

“Y/N…”

“You’re safe. Oh gods, Reiner, what did you do?”

Reiner shook his head and crawled out from his hiding place. He frantically began explaining the situation to the best of his ability. “Not me. Other new bull in second field. Magath knocked down. Bull gored him. Too late to help. Worker saw after and think Reiner did. Scared. Reiner ran and find Y/N. House too small. Came here to hide.”

“It’s just a misunderstanding, Rei. It’s going to be okay.”

Reiner whimpered and hurried to you. He practically bent in half just to wrap his arms around you. He held you close as he sobbed. “Don’t want taken from Y/N. Help. Help keep safe. Never harm farmer. Not Reiner.”

It hurt your heart to see him like this. You knew he was telling the truth, but you also knew he could completely harm others.

“I believe you but, I want you to be honest about something. Colt told me you contributed to his injury. He thinks it was an accident, but I know you weren’t happy when he sat with me. Why did you hurt Colt?”

“Colt rival. Wants to mate with Y/N. No kill, just prove point. Reiner is better male to mate with. Never kill. Reiner not bad bull. Farmer asks Reiner to breed cows. Reiner does. Farmer asks to plow field, Reiner does. Good bull. Strong bull. New bull in other field bad, angry bull.”

“You injured Colt because you thought he wanted to…mate with me?”

Reiner pulled away from you and nodded. “Reiner saw and smell. Made angry. Y/N need choose Reiner. Best, strongest male. Give good offspring. Take care of Y/N. Colt weak.”

You wanted to laugh out loud, but he was being serious. You knew Colt liked you, and honestly, some part of you liked him back. The shitty thing about this situation was how you felt about Reiner. You shouldn’t feel this sense of longing and desire toward him, but you did. Oh god, you did. He was a hybrid and now things just got more complicated with people thinking he killed Farmer Magath. Despite all that, you’d do anything for him. Colt was great, but Reiner had a hold on you. You refused to shake it out of your mind. If Reiner wanted to make you his mate, you’d let him.

“I’ll protect you, sweet bull. No one is taking you anywhere.”

You reached up and cupped his rugged face. He let out a deep sigh and nudged your hand open more. You threw caution to the wind and guided his mouth to yours. He huffed, fanning his breath across your face before you swallowed it in a deep kiss. Those soft, plump lips you daydreamed about were finally yours and they felt better than you imagined.

Reiner bleated in surprise, and you swallowed that too. He didn’t quite understand what was happening until he realized he liked whatever this sensation was. He fluttered his eyes closed because that felt like the right thing to do.

Your kiss made heat rise from his legs to the base of his spine, causing all his hair to bristle. He flicked his tail and stumbled with you still connected to his mouth. His back hit the mountain of hay and his big hands settled comfortably on your hips. Your tongue prodded and swiped at his lips. Reiner seemed to understand because he allowed you entry. He tasted like a combination of mint, fennel seeds, and cloves. Your mind shifted between thoughts of warm, soothing tea and licorice or cinnamon candy. The moment he started mimicking your play with his own tongue, however, your thoughts vanished.

Reiner pulled a low moan from your throat as he shyly swirled his tongue around yours. His timid passes made you want to giggle as he crept in to explore your mouth. You felt his fingers dig into your skin, pressing hard enough to raise bruises on your tender flesh.

His eyes snapped open when he finally caught the smell of your arousal. He rumbled out something as you made out. A warning, but you didn’t care. Let him fuck you. Let him take what he wanted. Let him breed you if he damn well pleased!

You kissed him harder and let your body fall into his while your hands snaked through his golden hair. You were careful to avoid his horns as you threaded your fingers deeply toward his scalp. He squirmed beneath you as you dragged your nails over his skin, and you imagined he was hard by now. You wanted to see it for yourself, so you gently retreated from his mouth, leaving a nice string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment.

Reiner stared at you with flared nostrils and dark, dilated eyes. You rolled off him and looked down to see his cock rising from his sheath. It was so red and angry with a strange fleshy ring a quarter way down the length. You fucking wanted it badly. You wanted him. You needed him to fuck you stupid in this goddamn hay pile.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched you with hungry eyes. He wanted to pounce on you and yet he refrained. You wondered why. Perhaps he awaited your permission.

You determined that was certainly the case. He trembled and fought his rut back for your sake. He truly was a good-mannered bull. At least towards you.

Reiner bared his teeth and looked away while mumbling to himself that he needed to calm down. He went to get up, but you stopped him before he could raise his back off the hay pile. “Let go, Reiner. Let go and take me for yourself.”

Those were the last coherent words to come from your mouth. He gazed into your eyes for a moment to make sure you were completely sure. Reiner understood having relations with you was a risky matter. He was careful to conceal his intelligence until he met you.

You, with your sparkling smile and honeyed words. You, who looked angelic in any lighting. He found joy in the things you made and the good food you gave him. You…who looked at him the same way he did you.

He let the rut take over.

Feral was an understatement when describing Reiner’s next actions. He launched himself from his position and shredded your clothes. You gasped in surprise at the sudden chill, but he didn’t stop to check on you now. He fixated those dilated eyes on one thing and one thing only, despite looking at nothing at all.

Mate. Mate! Mate! You swore you could hear his instincts chanting away as he flipped you over and pulled your ass and leaking cunt into the air. You were mentally ready for him to do whatever he pleased with your body.

He stalled, and you imagined he was a bit confused. Your anatomy was different compared to what he was used to copulating with. You looked back over your shoulder to check and found him in a daze. He pumped his length vigorously while inhaling the scent of your sex like a drug. His eyes closed slowly, and you realized he was imprinting your scent into his very being.

It was something unique to hybrids and considered a bonding ritual like no other. You’d be inseparable from now on and his breeding days for profit were undoubtedly done. A paired hybrid does not stray from its chosen mate.

You quivered when you felt his breath fan across your opening. Those big, powerful hands grasped your hips, and you moaned like an overstimulated whore when his tongue lapped at your silky folds. He slurped and swirled his tongue, which was way bigger than yours. He could’ve easily dominated you while you kissed, but kissing was something foreign to him. Licking your cunt was part of his mating and imprinting process. There was nothing timid about the way his tongue moved now.

He buried his nose in your ass while he tongue fucked your clenching cunt. It was such a fucking strange feeling. You wanted to crawl away from him. You refrained because he had such a firm hold on your body and you didn’t want him to stop licking you, either. If he were a normal man, you’d call him a pervert and fight to get away. It wasn’t a kink you cared to indulge in but, this was a unique situation.

Reiner fucked as beasts did. Inhaling and tasting scents, savoring all of it while preparing you to receive him as nature intended. He made sure his seed wouldn’t go to waste by confirming your fertile status. Something about his primal ritual made you so fucking turned on.

A shaky sigh followed an earthly groan as it rumbled from your nethers to your core. You tried to brace yourself as he worked you, unknowingly to him, to your first orgasm. He moved from lapping at your cunt to tasting your ass. He whimpered while swirling his tongue inside your puckered hole like the desperate bull he was. Honestly, you prayed he wouldn’t try to fuck you anally. You had a feeling that wasn’t his goal. This was just part of him knowing you, all of you.

He went back to lapping lewdly at your cunt. His tongue brushed over your clit, and you whined out his name. He growled as if satisfied by the sweet sound of your cry and teased it again to see if you’d react the same way. Another call of his name tumbles from your quivering lips and he barrages your clit with powerful flicks and tongue-tip presses.

Tears stream down your face from the overwhelming stimulation and you cum hard. Your juices surge out, surprising him in such a way that he’s left scrambling to catch and drink it all clumsily. He rumbles out a deep groan as your natural flavor washes over his greedy tongue. His eyes roll back into his head, but you don't see it. You don’t see his angry cock oozing strings of thick, pearly pre. You don’t see it bobbing with his lust drenched heartbeat.

Reiner is left gasping and conflicted. He’s desperate to taste more of your cum, but the need to fuck you dominated his mind. His balls were so fat and swollen from being denied yesterday. You couldn’t fit the pair of them in your hands even if you tried. It hurt, and he needed a release.

His tip pressed against your cervix, and you yelped. Reiner grunted and repositioned to angle his head upward to carve out a proper space for his fat cock once he started thrusting. His medial ring slipped into your stretched hole next. Eventually, your belly gave way to him as he sheathed himself inside you entirely. He stuffed you full of pulsing hybrid cock and it was so fucking painful. You begged for pleasure to take you into a euphoric stupor so you could erase this agonizing feeling from your body.

Reiner’s instincts decided for him. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you thought about the day you saw him breed that cow. It stood still as he mounted it and you did the same as he lined himself up to your tenderized hole. You thought of him ravaging you, and you taking all of him so easily, but it was about to hurt like hell.

It didn’t matter how much he licked your little cunt. It didn’t matter that your tunnel was sopping wet from cumming. It certainly didn’t make a fuck’s worth of difference that globs of slick, milky pre coated his dick. He was bigger than any human being, but oh fuck! You’d stretch for him. Through the tears, you would force yourself down his length. You swore to the heavens your ass would press up against his furry abdomen and that those fat fucking swinging balls would slap your clit while he fucked his offspring into you. You’d be his baby producing cum dumpster alright. Whatever Reiner wanted; he’d have it.

Your pep-talk became ash when his thick head pressed against your lips. He nudged himself further, parting your folds beautifully like pink, cascading curtains. He slipped his scorching tip inside, penetrating your ring of muscles for the first time. His heat soothed you as he retreated and reentered multiple times. He made you feel like a virgin, all tight and untouched by sin. In your mind, he was teasing you, but Reiner was attempting to gradually stretch your hole to accommodate him better.

Your hands clenched into fists, and you bared your grit teeth as he finally passed his cockhead through completely. Your entry clenched just beneath his flared edge, holding him in place. He groaned, tossing his head back from the snug feeling of your fleshy vice.

Your cunt pulled at his head, wanting it to come further inside despite his size. Your body milked and stimulated the many nerves on his tip with each involuntary squeeze. He wanted to bellow and trumpet his mating call, but he swallowed it down. If he announced to the world he was fucking you, he’d give away his hiding spot to the men looking for him. He also refused to put you in further danger. No one would touch his little mate.

You belonged to him, and soon, your womb would be occupied with his baby. You were still ripe to receive. That thought alone made him grow impatient. He needed to fill you so his seed would take as soon as possible. The window of fertility was short for humans, and he could smell his opportunity slipping away.

He pushed his length in deeper, causing you to cry out and writhe beneath him. You felt flesh split. Blood trickled from your overly stretched and stuffed entrance as he forced himself into your depths. Pleasure had to come eventually. That’s what you told yourself as you screwed your eyes shut and sobbed from the pain.

“T-tight,” Reiner rumbled. “So tight!”

Reiner’s thighs trembled as he stayed still for a moment. You heard him gasping as if entering you took his breath away. The audacity of him, honestly. He wasn’t used to fucking into such tight, restrictive spaces, but you were the one taking all his oversized girth in your tiny, pocket-sized pussy. Despite this, you were goddamn determined to acclimate to his size so he could fuck you whenever he wanted.

“Fuck me, Reiner,” you ordered with a staggered breath. “Fuck your mate and let me take your cum.”

His first real thrust made you choke on your words. Those strong, fuzzy thighs sounded muffled as they struck your bare skin. His fingers dug into your hips, and you became Reiner’s fucked out little fleshlight. Your tongue lulled out of your mouth and your eyes disappeared into the back of your head as he put all his weight into railing you. You’ve never felt so full in your entire life!

Before you knew it, he lifted your legs off the ground. One of his hooves planted itself firmly next to your full extended arms. You were in the lewdest wheelbarrow position ever, skewered on a big, meaty bullman cock.

You could’ve dangled there like a lifeless doll if you wanted. He had a good hold on you as he rutted and formed his perfect fuckhole from your body. It gladly gave way for his dick during each thrust. Your mind was elsewhere in some fucked out dimension as he jackhammered you into rapturous oblivion. He would undoubtedly arrange your guts after he finished claiming you tonight.

Reiner’s rhythm was primal, and his deep, animalistic grunts matched his hunched over state. His balls beat against your clit. He speared himself so deep inside you that your belly bulged with every forward thrust. He looked like a dumb beast happily fucking away its natural arousal brought on by a bitch in heat. That’s exactly what you were. A bitch in heat. The sloppy, lewd noise from your cunt made that terribly obvious as he happily chased his orgasamic high within your abused cunt.

An unfamiliar sensation took over in your tunnel. The medial ring on his cock expanded. You shifted slightly, and he strengthened his hold on you. Perhaps he was afraid you would try to get away while he was close to his climax.

He put all his weight on his firmly planted hoof when he no longer could thrust. You were numb to the pain you should’ve felt as he rammed his tip against your cervix and knotted inside you.

He whimpered before letting out a staggered bellow. Reiner pulled so tightly against his body that you felt his abs flex and tense along your back. His balls jumped between your thighs, and you felt a surge of cum spurt inside you, coating your tunnel instantly.

It was searing hot, but it did little to soothe your belly as it expanded from his load. You felt it splash into your womb and you knew his seed would surely take root. The rest of his cum overflowed from your conjoined sexes, down to the back of your thighs.

Your vision became hazy. He pumped you beyond full as your world faded to black. You never thought someone, or something would fuck you until you were unconscious. Honestly, you’d do it all over again until he was satisfied, and you were properly fertilized.

Sometime later, your lashes fluttered softly over your cheeks as you finally stirred. You opened your eyes about halfway and realized your barn was pitch black. Was it night already?

You smelled a combination of hay, sex and… was that pine? Why did you smell pine straw? Heavy, rhythmic breathing distracted you from investigating further. That’s when you realized you were on your side, completely eclipsed by Reiner’s mighty form while he slept. You were nestled against his chest. Turns out he naturally smelt like pine.

When you shifted, he inhaled sharply. A soft questioning bleat left his mouth before he raised his head to check on you. His enormous hands pulled you closer to his warm body as if he was afraid, he’d lose you. He was being so tender that it melted your heart.

“My mate,” Reiner mumbled. “My Y/N. No one else’s.”

You fell asleep in his arms again moments later. One night in the barn wouldn’t hurt.

Months passed and one night became almost permanent. Reiner remained in hiding on your property. A man hunt ignited in the town for a few weeks until it was determined that Reiner got away. Magath’s murder remained on the minds of the town’s people. You were biding your time.

The bank divided Farmer Magath’s property and put it up for sale. You went to Reiner’s willow and collect everything he had. All his creations and yours decorated the interior of the barn.

Reiner was more than happy. He got home-cooked meals every day. He enjoyed thoroughly washing and grooming. His hooves were beautifully polished, and his thick coat of hair was so silky and smooth. You cut his hair, so it wasn’t so shaggy, and you moisturized his upper body, softening his skin. You taught him how to care for his nails and brush his teeth instead of simply chewing on cloves or fennel seeds. Reiner continued to do the latter from time to time. He insisted on mimicking you despite your reassurance he didn’t need to change or conform to your ways. You taught him how to talk and read because he asked. He soaked everything up like a sponge.

Life was good, but it wasn’t without trouble. Colt continued to visit. You didn’t mind, but you also didn’t want him to become suspicious. Of course, three months later, when your belly began to grow, you realized things were about to get more difficult.

Reiner confirmed you were pregnant well before your body made you aware. He could sense it and was happy to tell you while holding you protectively close one morning. His big hand cupped your tummy, and he propped himself on his elbow just to watch you sleep. He gazed down at you like you were the most beautiful creature on earth. To him, you absolutely were, and you were carrying his little one.

“Good morning, Rei,” you muttered without opening your eyes. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmm, always with you.”

He leaned closer, careful not to catch you with his horns, and nuzzled the side of your neck. He planted gentle kisses all the way to your jawline. His warm breath graced your skin and pricked goosebumps across your body.

“Want to mate,” he mumbled. “Gentle and slow, like you show me. Felt good but…”

“But?”

He lifted his away before answering you. “Too much for your tiny body. Might endanger the baby even if slow."

You opened your eyes after that comment and found him staring lovingly at your stomach. Anxiety flooded over you and vanished just as quickly as you watched him. He was such a big brutish bull with an intimidating presence, but the soft expression on his face made you express a lover’s sigh. He could be delicate just as easily as he could remove an entire tree, roots and all, with his strength.

Reiner would be a good father. You knew it based on how he cared for you. The reason he tried so hard to acclimate to your way of life was so you wouldn’t regret your decision to let him sow his seed. It was crystal clear that he loved you.

When Colt visited you, he knew something was up. You distanced yourself from him and curved his advances. When your stomach showed and he put two and two together, he experienced heartbreak.

As you finished up dinner to take for you and Reiner one evening, Colt knocked on your door. You answered and saw his red, puffy eyes first.

“Colt…”

He smiled wearily, grateful for your concern. “Hey, sorry you must see me like this. Y/N, this…is embarrassing and I blame myself entirely for not asking you about your relationship status before developing feelings. I just wanted to come congratulate you. I did not know you were involved with someone, and I feel like an idiot. I just never saw someone besides you at the cottage. I assumed you were single.”

You wanted to be honest with him and tell Colt about Reiner. He listened to you theorize about the accident about Farmer Magath with an open mind. He verified that the new bull bought before his death was unruly and previously killed its prior handler.

You learned that the worst of Colt’s injury came from transporting the new bull. Reiner ended up spooking his horse, and Colt fell off. His knee was dislocated, and he had a torn tendon. He never blamed Reiner for what happened. He also didn’t know Reiner scared his horse on purpose because he flirted with you the previous day. You kept that knowledge to yourself.

“Y/N, I don’t mean to pry but, can you tell me what he’s like?”

“Who?” you inquired.

“The person you’re with,” he replied. “The father to your child. I just…want to know if he’s good to you.”

His words touched your heart. Colt loved you. He’d do damn near anything for you. If you told him right here and now that you’d be raising the child alone, he’d pledge himself to you. He was such a pure man. You owed him the truth.

“Colt, come inside. I need to have a serious conversation with you."

He took one look at your face and moved with purpose. He sat down at the table, and you brought him fresh hot tea and biscuits. You told Colt everything about you and Reiner. He understood then why Reiner was pissed at the fence that day. He also realized you were telling him all this because...

“It’s his baby. I love him and he returns my love beautifully.”

Colt took it all in and sighed. He gave you another weary smile again. “I knew he was in your barn that day and I kept my mouth shut. I saw you walking with him and giving him food several times. I made sure no one ever saw you two. Y/N, I love you.... I love you enough to protect you and Reiner."

Your eyes shined with tears as he reached over and took your hand. “Please tell me you’ve seen a doctor. You need to make sure you’re healthy.”

“No... I was afraid to. I didn’t know how to come out and say-“

Suddenly, he jolted up and clenched his fist with purpose. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you! You need to see someone to make sure you and the baby are well. If people ask, tell them the child is mine. They won’t know who the father is until the child is born. By then, we’ll get you and Reiner somewhere safe, okay?”

“Colt...why would you -“

“I love you, that’s why,” he said firmly. “I’m not trying to make you choose Reiner or me. We don’t have to be romantically involved with me to show you how much I care about you. Yeah, I’m experiencing a little grief, but I can deal with that later. Right now, you and Reiner need help. I’m not abandoning you.”

He shushed you and rested his chin on the top of your head. “We’ll get through this, alright? I promise.”

You don’t know what compelled you to stand up and launch yourself into his arms, but you did. He held you tightly and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you, Colt. Thank you so much. I’m so glad to have met you.”

“Sorry I’m late Reiner.”

After Colt left, you gathered dinner and went to the barn. Reiner greeted you the minute you opened the door. He looked worried and like he was ready to come find you.

He grunted and placed his hand on the middle of your back to guide you inside. He closed the barn door and flared his nostrils. You had a scent on you he recognized...and he didn’t like it one bit.

You prepared your spot at the table. He sat across from you on the ground. You felt his gaze settle on you and you couldn’t help but to glance up.

“Colt?” he questioned bitterly.

You sighed and smiled. “He visited for a while and he’s why I’m late.”

Reiner’s eyes darkened. “Colt touch Y/N?”

“Not like that,” you replied. “He knows about you, Reiner. He knows I’m carrying your child. He wants to help us.”

Reiner listened and relaxed his jaw. His shoulders lowered eventually, and he huffed. “Help how? You trust him? No tricks?”

You explained everything to Reiner. By the end, he rubbed his chin in thought. You ate and left him to his thoughts so he could properly process everything.

“You like Colt?” he finally asked after he let out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Good human mate, yes?”

“What ...what are you asking, Reiner?”

“Don’t want Y/N to feel trapped,” he mumbled.

“I don’t feel trapped,” you reassured. “Colt is a good guy and, in the beginning, I thought about him when I was trying to push you out of my mind. I don’t see him the way I see you. I’m yours and I regret nothing. Besides, it’s not like I can back out now.” You rested your hand on your stomach. “I wouldn’t if I could. That’s that.”

Reiner straightened his back and held his head up pridefully. His tail flicked, showing excitement. “Happy you love being mine. Never make you regret choices. We trust Colt and we go to a safe place. Grow our family and live good lives.”

You smiled and thought about the dream you had before Colt came by. Maybe that’s what encouraged you to open up to him. You were great at making your dreams come true. After all, a dream fueled your desire to buy this property. You made it happen and you could damn well do it again for Reiner.

[p4latinus]

welcome traveller ... ! [part 2] | aot x genshin modern au [fluff headcanons]

characters: connie springer, sasha braus, annie leonhart, levi ackerman

genre: fluff hc, anime, aot

tw: sfw! gn reader, mentions of poop (during a prank), annie is a cranky baby /pos

synopsis: what would it be like if some aot cuties played genshin impact? *smirks*

part 1: eren, mikasa, armin, reiner, jean

CONNIE ✰

oh boy…

this champ was SHRIEKING during the anti-raiden shogun training

spends an awful lot of time farming for artifacts

coops most with u & sasha

literally the funniest person to coop with

delayed the nine pillars of peace quest & cried out for ur help

“Y/N!!!! Y/N!!!! BABE!!!!! CUTIE!!! PLEASE HELP ME NOW!!!! OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRING A HEALER PLEASE!!!!!”

actual crackhead i swear.. /pos

loves pyro characters bc he loves burning everyone to crisp

always has shiki taishou flying arnd next to him

probably a childe main <3 (me too buddy)

ironically loves fishing… idk don’t ask ok

if u need help with quests or farming, he takes it super seriously

would literally whip out 3 guides to find the fastest route

or memorise puzzle strategies so u he could help u efficiently

reminds u to do ur dailies or does them for u <3

loves going on boss rushes with u … with the same characters solo-ing all bosses…

doesn’t like fighting azhdaha :-(

always bugs sasha to bring yanfei or mikasa to bring ganyu

bonus if they are both free to help bc melt/vape comps >>>

LOVES TO GO TO THE INAZUMA FESTIVAL SPOT WITH U <3

even tho the event is alr over, he loves taking pics w u

super extra w pics too.. would set the time to evening for the prettiest sunsets

loves playing genshin when ure on his bed, next to him <33

spends so much time learning meme songs on the lyre

would climb a pillar or rock while ure playing the lyre…

…just to have his character’s ass on ur head

this mf will coop during domain runs JUST TO PRANK PLAYERS

“hey i know we are abt to start… but i need to take a shit”

sasha would join in & say something like,

“just bring ur device to the bathroom & shit, bro”

purposely drains out statue of seven heals in coop

loves to coop with lower AR players to flex his dmg

always asks, “can my gf/bf/partner join??” even if ure not online yet

sometimes logs into ur account just to change ur signature into something whack

e.g.: “ai: chronic constipation” or “texts on read, balls on blue”

SASHA ✰

bb girl does grocery shopping for u every monday :-(

kins xiangling & thinks she’s the best character ever /pos

spends SO MUCH TIME fowl hunting

has a designated route for boars & birds

her map is marked with the an insane amt of meat icons LOL

always picking ingredients in open world

doesn’t ask u… but just takes them anyway…

probably mains chatty & bubbly characters like yanfei, yoimiya or fischl :D

i could imagine she would love long-range characters *smirks*

spends a lot of time during story quests

deliberately replays thoma’s story quest for the dogs

barks every time she sees taroumaru

pls someone take her away from the komore teahouse

that’s her wishing spot btw

doesn’t rly speed run bc she likes to indulge <3

often asks for ur help during coop

esp in abyssal worlds bc she gets scared sometimes :-(

she hates the abyss monsters so much (esp the abyssal heralds)

has the tendency to accidentally electrocute u when ure standing too close to water

afk a lot for snacks or food…

once she left u to solo maguu kenki bc she was picking up some food delivery

all was forgiven when she was feeding u nuggets dipped in ur fave sauce <3

LOVES OVERLOAD COMPS LOL

even tho she complains abt the enemies being pushed away

she lays on ur stomach while playing on her phone

THIS BABY WOULD DEFINITELY MAKE GENSHIN FOOD IRL

i think she would love sticky honey roast <33

sweet girl would LOVE TO TRY THOSE TRENDY TIKTOK CHALLENGES

her fave is probably those ult animation ones (where u have 2 characters ulting at the same time)

when in reality, she’s just tryna catch funny frames & memes faces of anyone in the ult LOL

uses any excuse to spend time w u tbh

she’s such a clingy cat /pos

plus she’s a rly emotional lil bean so pls give her hugs :-(

cried for the hilichurls + halfdan in the chasm archon quest </3 (me too bb)

deliberately joins ur world when u r doing the abyss or a quest

to cause some mayhem by interrupting ur cutscenes or make u yell HAHAHA

overall just wants to be w u thru thick & thin <3

ANNIE ✰

ngl this chick would probably be expecting pvp LOL

100% a meta slave & she KNOWS how to build properly

if she was bothered, annie would be one of those tiktok genshin gamers w burst compilations

so damn intelligent, she literally doesn’t need a guide

those annoying relay stone puzzles? solved them instantly.

doesn’t want people to know she plays genshin (valid bestie)

esp her dad bc he would complain that it’s a waste of her time

i mean he’s not wrong /j

plays rly late at night when everyone is asleep

so she can spend time w u (without being interrupted)

makes u playlists for the abyss, exploring, comfort, anything u need

occasionally hums ayaka’s lullaby for u to sleep while playing w ur hair

doesn’t rly main anyone in particular but she relates a lot to cryo characters :-(

esp w feeling unloved, rejected or unwanted…

annie has been thru a lot & admires anyone w a strong sense of determination

would most probably adore xiao bc of his story & playstyle

was extremely emotional during the chasm archon quest (feat. xiao, itto, yelan, shinobu + yanfei)

so damn angst she would reject everyone trying to join her world (including u sometimes)

“no, come in later, i’m doing a quest rn” LIKE OK MS. GIRL THE QUEST AIN’T RUNNING FROM U

rly admires the raiden shogun during her pre-redemption arc (basically, during the vision hunt decree)

probably the only genshin player who could solve orobashi’s legacy entirely without help

adores the fatui bc of their political alignments & strategies to rebel against celestia

was pretty pissed abt signora being killed off bc she wanted to pull for her LOL

definitely prefers honkai >>> genshin

but continues to play genshin for u tbh

loves those fighting themed events & activities

bc she enjoys experimenting with buffs

pretends to nonchalant about lore & character backstories

but she listens to every word u say <3

loves those one-time domains at inazuma bc of the battle music :-)

associates tsurumi island songs with u bc ure annie’s source of comfort & calmness

LEVI ✰

for shits & giggles, he would main noelle at low AR

tiME tO cLEan uP!

probably adores her character right up until the very end

might transition into being a diluc main <3

one of those quiet & mysterious players in coop who wouldn’t say ANYTHING

even if u ask, “hey could i fish here?”, his response is “ok”

& that’s literally all.

rejects everyone from joining his world except for u <33

“oi what do u want?”

“brat, help me w my dailies”

ok shawty … we get it ure busy *rolls eyes* /j

probably doesn’t even understand the purpose of windtrace

refuses to do most activities or events bc he doesn’t care abt primos

just wants to be productive in genshin

more likely to use primos for resin (everyone gasp!)

adores mondstadt & is definitely looking forward to fontaine

loved the toy robot event bc he loved making items for you

such a gentleman & would hope for events where he could send u flowers

doesn’t have an NRE menu bc he just relies on having healers

his standard team is probably noelle, barbara, diona & diluc

as u can tell, his diluc is literally immortal..

plays genshin solely to spend time with u :-)

doesn’t understand the necessity for food buffs or potions

his logic: “just build them well”

absolutely refuses to let hange & erwin know that he plays genshin

bc they will tease him for being a ‘major y/n simp’

tbh he barely logs in bc he doesn’t understand the hype with video games

so much so, he doesn’t have every waypoint or domain unlocked

but he enjoys watching u stream/play bc he loves it when ure happy

he would login just to take pictures with u & explore the locations

absolutely adores the music in dragonspine

oh & btw ure maintaining his genshin account LOL :D

[sinigangsta-ao3]

countdown to the end: 2 days left! 😭😭

or: AOT FIC WRITERS — LET'S CELEBRATE THE ENDING OF "ATTACK ON TITAN" WITH OUR FAVORITE PASSAGES WE'VE WRITTEN!

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I have been an emotional mess in the days leading up to the AOT finale…! I’m just so grateful for this masterpiece of a series and how inspiring it has been for my own writing/art. Today, I wanna share an excerpt from one of my wips — one that means a lot to me, even though it has been on the back burner.

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Day 2 - a reimagined Paradis

Paradise, California is no heaven. But the rural town is Eren’s birthright. That’s just the reality as a member of the Jaeger family.

Generations ago, Paradise was a farming town. A modest one with modest output. Yet, it was one in which, for generations, the crops of countless families sustained the town's economy and put food on tables across the nearby counties. Lettuce. Broccoli. Spinach. Mainly greens.

But drought hit Paradise and harmed the families’ crops, stifled production. And the stretches of once lush farmland browned in the California sun.

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title: sins of our fathers (3 chapters published, incomplete)

pairings: eremika, background erehisu, background jeankasa

tags: modern AU, rival gang AU, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, age difference, explicit sexual content, violence, racism, sociopolitical issues

summary:

In the rural town of Paradise, California, the Jaegerists are law, maintaining order and protecting the people with iron and blood. Eren Jaeger has known his entire life that this town and this clan are his birthright and, at 25 years old, he’s poised to step into the leadership role for which his father has prepared him. But when he inadvertently crosses paths with Mikasa Ackerman, the soon-to-be heir of the rival gang determined to overthrow the Jaegerists’ reign, the two would-be enemies find themselves questioning their lives’ predetermined paths — and how much they need to pay for the sins of the generations before them.

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OR: rival gang / forbidden love modern AU

[yelenassecretlover]

Random thought but AOT SPOILER!!!!

since Yelena turned out to have a different background story than what she told.. i’d like to think she’s gotta be the youngest in her family🤔🤔 thats what makes her so tall(ykk the youngest is the almost always the tallest💀💀) but idek if she has siblings so? 😩😩 just a thoughhtt. Wish that background story could be given more details to us

Yelena as a sibling and w/ sibling hcs

A/n: really wish we got to learn more abt her too :’)))) also im so sorry i wrote so much I made a lil summary in case you didnt want to read: I always felt that Yelena gave single child energy cus shes simultaneously such a menace and also super entitled to her wants and needs, and younger siblings are either or.

Buttttt, with the idea of her potentially having siblings I have three headcanons that are similar but also distinctly different (as the order in which you popped out does affect you in different ways).

Number of siblings I think Yelena has in the AOT-verse:

Genuinely no siblings. I feel like shes such a shithead there is no way she was ever forced to share anything not even her parents growing up.

Yelena is very much middle class privilege, that makes her feel that shes been wronged by society because shes not in the top 1% while ignoring the really nice life shes lived. Which in turn also turns into a savior complex of saving herself, under the guise of helping others (really she just wants the power society promised her but didn’t fully deliver on).

IF she did have siblings I could see her as the middle child who’s estranged from the family, they don’t give a shit about her and she couldn’t careless about them.

Yelena as the youngest in my head/modern aus:

For the first whenever I feel that she is a younger sibling no matter how many siblings she has she is always the youngest. The one who gets everything, spoiled af, all the rules are lenient on her and she definitely rubs it in, subtly, to her other siblings.

How many siblings does she have when shes the youngest? well that depends on how I headcanon her family’s income/class. But usually I headcanon her as the daughter of two low income/working class russian farmers (cattle farm). In this context she has five siblings and she is the only daughter, (giving her another layer of special treatment). But I don’t think shes the tallest I think her mother is, and then shes second.

This would affect her behavior by making her very childish and petty but I wouldn’t think she’d be entitled. I think she would have a watch and see what happens way approach to life and conflicts, because she was always the youngest (making her very observant, more so than usual). I also think despite the fact she was spoiled she would be humble in the sense of knowing and being grateful for the things shes been given. But, I don’t see her as being particularly giving herself. She is def a ‘I had to fight for everything, so will you’ kinda girl.

Her relationship with her siblings is very wholesome. I think because she’s the youngest shes tried very hard to make herself stand out by rejecting her siblings. So all her siblings always make her feel welcomed and loved and give her a spot. I see her as having anger issues and everyone sweating whenever Yelena gets into her moods. But overall she is close to her siblings probably closest to the middle child (and through that connection maybe that’s how she met her best friend Zeke, who she sees as another brother).

Yelena as the oldest in my head/modern aus:

For this headcanon I see her as only having one other sibling, and again its a brother. The age gap between them is not a lot only a few years if not one.

There would be a MAJOR rivalry between the two. They would always be competing to be the better sibling, the more successful sibling, the sibling their parents is most proud of. As the oldest daughter this dynamic is very conflicting for her as she is simultaneously trying to carve out a path for her brother to help him but also burn it so shes on top.

I think her dynamic with a brother especially is interesting as she is a masc presenting women. So that would also be something they would rival on, the masculinity aspect. Although this would be more one sided and just come from Yelena as she also discovers her self,gender identiy etc. (also how that plays a role into how her parents perceive her, never being the perfect ‘daugther’ in their eyes).

In this au I would see her parents as heavily encouraging the rivalry, and in doing so making her relationship strained with her parents and especially brother in her younger developmental years (I see potential for age and maturity to change the relationship with her sibling, and her becoming very close with her brother).

She would struggle immensely with the role of being the oldest as her parents are encouraging her to rival her brother but giving and placing a lot more responsibilities and harsher expectations on her, that don’t make the battle fair. This would frustrate her and make her resent her sibling.

Behavior wise she would be extremely ambitious, independent, goal oriented and a great leader. She would be very harsh and not necessarily petty but more vile in her actions when shes angry. I do see her as having a lot of anxiety from being the oldest and not having healthy coping mechanisms.

a/n: but those are just my thoughts :p ( and I make a million aus for Yelena a second so these are just the most common dynamics i usually place her in, in my head <3 )

[candlelight27]

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On progress: Virgin!Shigaraki x F!Reader (NSFW, very ooc shigaraki, college AU, no quirks, smut) which I guess I'll have to rewrite + Late Night Visit part 2 + an AU Dabi x best friend reader

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