#dot x zeke

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Turning green - Dog dot X Zeke with mistletoe. 💕

A gift for @nikoisheretosocial. I hope you like it 😊 cause I'm starting to like turning green toon 💕💚

[heartstevenson]

DOT X ZEKE AND THE FIREFLYS 

[violentvaleska]

𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

ᴏɴᴇ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉˢˢ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ!ʟᴇᴠɪ × ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴏғ ᴍᴀʀʟᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ɢʀɪsʜᴀ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅs ғᴏʀɢɪɴɢ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇs—ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴍᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴡᴏʀɴ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ, ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴇʟᴅɪᴀ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴍɪsᴏɢʏɴʏ, ᴡᴀʀ, ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ᴀɴɢsᴛ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs: ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ғɪᴠᴇ

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3

ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: @xiernia @cutesydemon

ᴀ/ɴ: sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇϙᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ; ʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ <3 ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ʏᴀʏ

The day you awoke to learn your fate was a somber and stormy Friday the 13th, the skies weeping in harmony with your sorrow. The gentle patter of rain against the glass mirrored the unease settling in your chest. You stirred at the sound of Pieck, your maid, bustling into your chambers with unusual urgency. Her soft hands worked quickly to prepare you for the day, yet there was a peculiar weight in her movements. You sensed it the moment she spoke; your father, the Emperor of Marley, had summoned all his children to the courtroom.

Such a request was unheard of. You had always been kept far from the political sphere, your mother ensuring you devoted yourself to gentler pursuits - art, literaturea, music - anything but the harsh realities of war. Politics, you were told, were not your burden to bear. As a woman of royal blood, your duty lay in mastering the art of grace, not war.

Even when the war’s shadow darkened your family’s halls, you were taught to turn your thoughts elsewhere. "Focus on being a good wife." Your mother had insisted. Your elder brother had echoed her sentiments with a dismissive wave when you dared to ask about the war’s toll.

You knew its history well enough. Thirty years prior, the late Emperor Kenny of Eldia had laid claim to northern Marley, sparking a bloody conflict that defined your father’s reign. Newly crowned and untested, he had held the empire together through sheer determination, a feat you privately admired. But admiration could not blind you to the suffering wrought by war; starving citizens, grieving families, cities reduced to ash.

You had voiced your concerns to your father once, but he had merely laughed, dismissing your words as the naïve musings of a girl who lived in books. That day, however, there would be no avoiding reality. Pieck laced you into a crimson gown, its rich color symbolizing Marley’s banner, and escorted you to the throne room.

“Is it about the war?” You asked hesitantly, unable to quell your curiosity.

“I believe so, my Princess.” Pieck replied, her voice low. 

“The new Emperor of Eldia has shifted the tides. Much has changed since his coronation.”

You recalled the unease that gripped you when news of Emperor Levi’s rise reached Civita, your family’s royal seat. Eldia’s forces had expanded rapidly under his command, capturing vital cities like Liberio and Salmuo. Now they encircled Civita itself, a menacing noose tightening around your empire.

Inside the courtroom, the gathering was intimate, your family alone. Your father, Emperor Grisha, sat upon his throne, his presence commanding yet inscrutable. Beside him stood your half-brother Zeke, ever composed, and your younger brother Eren, his gaze restless.

“The war has ended peacefully!” Your father announced, his deep voice reverberating through the chamber. Relief washed over you, but it was tinged with unease.

Your mother, radiant in her joy, clasped your hand. “What wonderful news, my love!” She exclaimed.

“I felt generous-” Grisha began, his tone indifferent, “-and granted him the right to declare the regions of Niedereldia and Obereldia as his own. The peasants there have long abandoned loyalty to our cause, so it is no great loss.” He dismissed the cession of territory with a mere shrug, his gaze shifting to his youngest son with a glimmer of pride.

“The Ackerman clan has offered their princess in marriage to Eren. A wise proposal, and one I have accepted, as her mother is a princess of Hizuru. This union will solidify our alliances in the East.”

The news visibly struck your mother. The warmth of her smile faded like a passing shadow, replaced effortlessly by the composed seriousness she had learned to wear over the years.

“Princess Mikasa?” Carla’s voice held a trace of disbelief. 

“She is highly sought after; I am surprised the Emperor would part with her so willingly.” Suspicion laced her tone, justified after decades of war between their nations.

Grisha’s eyes gleamed with something darker and calculated, almost sinister, as he turned to you, his gaze piercing through your passive expression.

“That is not all,” he continued, his voice low but deliberate. 

“Levi Ackerman has requested our daughter’s hand in marriage.”

The days that followed were a blur of harsh lessons and uncomfortable adjustments. You were thrust into a whirlwind of Eldian culture and history, forced to absorb the traditions of a people you had been taught to despise. Your maid Pieck tried to soothe you with kind words, but even she could not erase the whispers.

“Cannibals, wife beaters, monsters.” Piecks husband, Porco Galliard, had muttered. He had faced Levi on the battlefield and survived, earning his place as your personal guard. His accounts of the Emperor painted a chilling picture.

The first light of dawn kisses the mountains, their peaks bath in hues of gold and rose. Yet the beauty of the morning does little to soothe your turmoil, for today marks the beginning of a fate you could not escape. This is the day you would leave everything you know behind and be taken to Eldia, Paradise Island to be exact, a place that feels anything but its namesake.

“Porco-” you murmur, your voice trembling as Pieck’s delicate hands wove flowers into your hair. “What does he look like?”

Porco’s reply is sharp, his tone laced with disdain. “A small man. Coal-black hair, eyes like molten silver. Handsome, perhaps, but do not let that deceive you. Beneath that face lies a devil.”

“Porco!” Pieck chastises, her gentle features hardening as she shoots him a disapproving glare. “You will frighten her. The Emperor seeks peace, does he not? Surely he cannot be as monstrous as the stories claim.”

Her words, though spoken with care, do little to quell the unease stirring within you. Your gaze drops to the gown you wear, a garment of Eldian design, starkly different from the soft pastel gowns of your homeland. It clung to you like a shadow, foreign and unyielding, much like the life awaiting you across the sea.

The gown drapes over your weary frame, its deep forest green fabric heavy against your tired body. The neckline dips lower than your modesty allows, leaving you feeling exposed beneath its opulence. Pearls adorn the hems like drops of moonlight, while delicate elderflowers are intricately woven into the fabric; a quiet elegance that belies the unease settling in your chest.

You are to marry the devil of Eldia.

And no amount of soothing words or delicate flower crowns could silence the storm raging in your heart.

“Pieck. What if he does not like me?” 

The maid pauses, her fingers hovering over the final flower she had been weaving into your hair. Her gaze softens as she meets your eyes in the reflection of the mirror before you. “My sweet princess.” She begins gently, her voice a melody of warmth and quiet reassurance.

“How could he not? You are kind, intelligent, and far braver than you realize. Any man would be fortunate to have you.”

But her words feel hollow, distant, as if spoken into an abyss. Your fingers grip the edges of your gown, the rich fabric grounding you in a moment that feels increasingly surreal. The weight of the pearls around your neck seems to grow heavier with every passing second, much like the burden of your fate.

Porco, who had remained by the door like a sentinel, scoffs under his breath. “It is not about liking you.” He mutters, his tone blunt, though not unkind, it is clear the topic does not speak well with him. 

“Levi Ackerman is not the type to care about such things. He is a man of strategy, of war. This marriage is a transaction, plain and simple. Don’t expect affection.”

“You are an idiot!” Pieck snaps, turning to glare at him once more. “That is enough. She does not need your cynicism today.”

He shrugs but says nothing further, though the truth of his words lingers in the air like an unspoken shadow.

Your reflection stares back at you; a pale, trembling figure adorned in splendor that feels ill-suited to the fear gnawing at your core. You press a hand to your chest, trying to calm the storm within. 

“If he does not like me-” You whisper, almost to yourself.

“-Then what will I become in his world? A stranger? A prisoner?”

Pieck places her hands on your shoulders, her touch firm yet comforting. “You will become exactly who you need to be.” She says, her voice steady and resolute. “You are stronger than you think, and you will find your place, no matter where you go.”

The words offer a flicker of solace, but it is fleeting, like the delicate petals of the flowers in your hair. 

An hour later, the moment you had dreaded more than any other arrives; the time to bid farewell to your family. You had clung to the faint hope that they might accompany you, even partway, to this foreign land that would soon become your prison, your new home. But no such mercy would be granted.

The grand hall feels colder than usual, its towering stone pillars casting long shadows as the sun struggles to pierce the gray clouds outside. Your father stands before you, as composed as ever, the weight of his crown seeming lighter on his head than the emotions etched into your heart.

“This is a necessary step, my daughter.” Emperor Grisha says, his tone measured, almost distant. 

“You carry the honor of Marley on your shoulders now. Do not forget it.”

You lower your gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes. The words feel more like an order than a farewell, and they echo in your mind with a hollow finality.

Your mother steps forward, her usual grace tinged with a faint tremor in her hands. She clasps your face between her palms, her touch warm yet fragile. 

“Be strong, my love.” she murmurs, her voice soft enough for only you to hear. 

“Remember everything I have taught you. An empress must learn to endure.”

Her words are meant to be comforting, but they only deepen the ache in your chest. You long to embrace her, to plead for her to come with you, but the unspoken rules of royalty bind you as tightly as the pearls around your neck.

Zeke is next, his expression unreadable as he places a hand on your shoulder. 

“Do what is expected of you.” He says simply, his words devoid of warmth or cruelty. 

“And remember, this alliance benefits us all.”

Eren lingers behind him, his jaw tight and his fists clenched. He looks at you with something that resembles guilt, though he says nothing. Instead, he presses a small, folded piece of parchment into your hand as he steps past you, a fleeting gesture that goes unnoticed by the others. He has always been a wrack of emotions, especially now that he has been forced into a marriage quite like yourself, yet your fades part like worlds. You do not unfold the parchment, not yet.

The final blow comes when Pieck steps forward, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. 

“I cannot go with you, my Princess.” She whispers, her voice cracking.

Her absence hits you harder than you expect. She had been your constant companion, your solace in the storm. And now, even she would be left behind. You hug and kiss her goodbye, wave at your family one last time before Porco leads you to the gates. 

The carriage ride to the port of Liberio feels endless, each jolt of the wheels carving another piece of your resolve. The air is heavy with the scent of salt, mingling with the faint metallic tang of rain-soaked earth. The skies remain gray, a somber reflection of the dread pooling in your chest.

Liberio bustles with activity despite the overcast morning, its docks alive with the hum of sailors and the groaning of ships tethered to the harbor. Yet amidst the chaos, your arrival draws silence, a collective pause as curious eyes settle on your procession.

The exchange is to take place here, at the edge of Marley’s dominion. Princess Mikasa, your counterpart from Eldia, awaits you on the dock. She is a vision of quiet strength, her posture unyielding despite the biting wind that tugs at her cloak.

As your carriage slows to a halt, you catch your first glimpse of her fully. She is stunning in a way that seems effortless, her raven hair cascades like silk over her shoulders, framing a face marked by sharp, graceful features. Her eyes, however, are what capture you most. They are dark, fathomless pools, and within them, you see the shadow of a woman who has endured more than her fair share of pain.

You step down from the carriage, your trembling fingers clutching the skirts of your gown. The weight of a dozen eyes is upon you, but none feel heavier than hers. She regards you with a stoicism that borders on indifference, though you sense something flicker beneath the surface.

“Princess Mikasa.” Your voice wavers as you curtsy, the words almost lost to the wind.

“Your grace.” she replies, her tone cool but not unkind. There is an unspoken understanding in her gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the burdens you both carry.

The Eldian vessel looms behind her, its sails a dark green, much like your gown. It is a ship built for war, its design as menacing as the land it sails for. Mikasa gestures to the vessel with a gloved hand, her expression betraying nothing.

“You will take this ship to Paradise.” She says simply. Her voice is low, steady, a stark contrast to the storm churning within you.

As the sailors begin transferring your belongings to the ship, Mikasa steps closer, her gaze never wavering from yours. For a moment, you think she might offer words of encouragement or advice, but instead, she leans in, her voice barely audible.

“Do not let him irritate you. My cousin can be a cold man and can get burdensome at times.” She whispers. Her words are a warning, sharp and deliberate, cutting through the cold wind like a blade.

Before you can respond, she steps back, her stoic mask firmly in place. The exchange is complete, and without another word, Mikasa boards the carriage that once carried you here, her figure retreating into the distance like a fading dream.

You stand frozen at the edge of the dock, the ship towering behind you, its gangplank like a bridge to another life. Porco appears at your side, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“It’s time.” He mutters, his tone gruff yet tinged with something you dare to interpret as concern.

With a deep breath, you gather the fragments of your courage and ascend the gangplank. Each step feels heavier than the last, the weight of your father’s expectations, your mother’s whispered hopes, and Mikasa’s parting words pressing down upon you.

The deck is stark, its wooden boards slick with rain. Sailors move around you with practiced efficiency, their murmurs barely audible over the creak of the ship and the crash of waves against the hull.

“I thank you for your service to me. Goodbye, Porco.” You lift a trembling hand, from cold or fear you don't know and to wave at the guard, your final goodbye for the day. His gaze, sharp with barely concealed anger, lingers on you for a moment longer before he nods stiffly. The pain in your chest tightens, but you force yourself to turn away, following after the Eldian captain who leads you across the deck. His anger is not directed towards you, but rather to the man you will have to wed.

“This is Sasha.” The Captain announces, gesturing to a young woman with warm, wide eyes and a gentle smile. 

“She’ll serve as your handmaid during your stay.” Sasha curtsies quickly, her demeanor friendly yet professional.

“And this-” the Captain continues, nodding toward a towering figure at your side.

“-Is Reiner Braun, your personal guard. He will ensure your safety.”

Reiner steps forward, his posture rigid and his expression unreadable. You meet his gaze briefly, noting the weight behind his eyes, but you cannot dwell on it now. The ache in your chest is growing, and the need for solitude becomes overwhelming.

“Thank you. I would  like a moment alone, if that is possible?” You manage, your voice steady despite the storm raging within.

Sasha exchanges a look with Reiner before the latter nods. “Very well, your grace. I’ll be outside if you need anything,” he says, his voice low and measured.

You are led to a small cabin tucked into the side of the ship, its interior modest but comfortable. A pair of wooden chairs flank a narrow table, and a window lets in the salty breeze of the open sea. Reiner closes the door softly behind him, leaving you to your thoughts.

The moment you are alone, your hands dive into the folds of your skirt, searching for the hidden pocket. Your fingers brush against the parchment, and you pull it free with a shaky breath. Eren’s scrawled handwriting greets you, the hurried strokes mirroring the urgency of his words.

“Be careful who to trust. We organized one of our last remaining spies in Paradise to be your personal guard. His name is Reiner Braun. If you feel your life is threatened, do not hesitate to ask for his help. Destroy this letter after reading it.”

The words feel heavier than the fabric of your gown, settling like a stone in your chest. You glance toward the closed door, your pulse quickening. Reiner Braun, your guard, your protector, yet also a spy in service to Marley. You had not been prepared for such a revelation, nor for the dangerous game you were now forced to play.

You rise from the chair and approach the small window behind it. The salty wind bites at your skin as you pull the glass pane open. Without hesitation, you crumple the parchment tightly in your hands and toss it into the churning waves below. The paper flutters briefly before disappearing into the water, dissolving into nothingness.

For a moment, you simply stand there, your fingers clutching the window’s frame. The open sea stretches endlessly before you, vast and unyielding, much like the uncertain future awaiting you in Paradise. You feel the weight of your responsibilities bearing down on you, heavier than any crown or title could ever be.

A soft knock at the door startles you, and you spin around to find Sasha standing there, your bag slung over her shoulder. Her warm smile remains, though it falters slightly as she studies your face. 

“Are you all right, your grace?” She asks gently.

You force a smile, your composure slipping seamlessly into place. 

“Of course.” you reply, smoothing the folds of your gown as you step away from the window. “I just needed some fresh air.”

Sasha sets the bag down and tilts her head, her curiosity evident. “The sea can be a bit overwhelming at first,” she says, her tone light. 

“But it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You nod absently, your mind still turning over Eren’s words. 

“Yes… beautiful and vast. It is unlike anything I have seen before.”

The couple of hours on the ship pass in a haze uneasy silence. Sasha’s attempts at small talk and Reiner’s stoic presence do little to soothe your apprehension. The vast, unending sea serves as a cruel reminder of how far you are getting from home, from everything you’ve ever known. Each wave that crashes against the hull feels like a heartbeat, counting down to the moment you’ll arrive in Paradise.

And then just six hours after leaving Marley, the island comes into view. Its cliffs rise like jagged sentinels, crowned with dense forests that stretch as far as the eye can see. The docks are bustling with activity, soldiers in dark uniforms moving with disciplined precision. Their sharp gazes turn toward the ship as it approaches, their expressions unreadable. This is Paradise, the home of your enemy and now your future, the main island and ruling seat of Eldia.

The gangplank lowers with a heavy groan, and the Captain gestures for you to disembark. Your legs feel unsteady beneath you as you step onto the dock, the unfamiliar ground solid yet foreign. Sasha and Reiner follow close behind, their presence a small comfort amidst the sea of strangers.

A black carriage waits at the edge of the dock, its design austere yet imposing. Beside it stands a man who can only be Levi Ackerman. He is smaller than you imagined, his stature compact but exuding an air of command that renders his size irrelevant. His coal-black hair is neatly combed, and his piercing gray eyes meet yours with a cold intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He is every bit the man Porco described; handsome, yes, but with a presence that feels as sharp and unyielding as a blade.

Levi says nothing as you approach, his expression unreadable. His gaze sweeps over you briefly, assessing, before he turns to the carriage. 

“Get in.” He says, his voice low and clipped. There is no warmth in his tone, no acknowledgment of the life-altering union you are about to enter.

Your heart sinks, but you force yourself to remain composed. You curtsy slightly, murmuring: “Your Majesty.” though the words feel foreign on your tongue. He offers no response, simply opening the carriage door and gesturing for you to enter.

The interior of the carriage is as cold and uninviting as the man who occupies it. Levi sits across from you, his posture rigid and his gaze fixed on the window. The silence between you is heavy, oppressive, broken only by the steady clatter of hooves against the cobblestone road.

You glance at him, searching for any sign of emotion, but his face is a mask of indifference. Finally, you gather the courage to speak. 

“I… I am grateful for your hospitality, Your Majesty.”

His eyes flicker toward you, but his expression remains unreadable. 

“Save your gratitude.” He replies flatly. 

“This isn’t about hospitality. It’s about duty.” You notice the difference in accent immediately, the way he shortens his words like the common folk would. None the less they sting the same, though you try not to show your disappointment. You clasp your hands tightly in your lap, your fingers digging into the fabric of your gown. 

“Then I hope I can fulfill my duty to your satisfaction.”

For a moment, he says nothing, his gaze returning to the window. Then, almost as an afterthought, he replies, “We’ll see.”

The rest of the journey passes in silence, the weight of his words settling over you like a shroud. You had prepared yourself for many things, but not for this. Not for the cold indifference of the man who now holds your future in his hands.

When the carriage finally arrives at the palace gates, you feel a mixture of relief and dread. The palace is grand, its stone walls rising high against the backdrop of the island’s dense forests. Yet it feels more like a fortress than a home, its beauty marred by an underlying sense of menace.

Levi steps out first, his movements precise and efficient. He turns briefly, his gaze meeting yours as he offers his hand. For a moment, you hesitate, unsure if the gesture is one of courtesy or obligation. Then you place your hand in his, the contact brief yet charged with unspoken tension.

“Welcome to Paradise,” he says, his tone devoid of warmth. And with those words, you step into a new life, one filled with uncertainty, duty, and the cold gaze of the man who is going to be your husband at the end of the week. 

[luvfy0dor]

Bites or Hickeys? Various x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; suggestive, obv biting, hickeys, perhaps ooc,

Fandoms; Bungo Stray Dogs, Death Note, Attack on Titan, Obey Me

A/n; ogs remember when I was purple, but anyways happy 1 year of writing to me!! I'm super proud of my account and I'm so insanely thankful for all the love I've received and acquaintances/friends I've made. Thank you guys so much <3 even tho there have been times where I really thought I'd quit, I kept going and I'm so grateful I did

Bites ★

The feeling of their teeth sinking into your skin makes them feel almost electric, as if a spark has been lit inside their chest and cause an explosion of carnal desire. Some are softer with it, kissing and licking over the imprints of their teeth to soothe the mild pain it might have caused, but others just bite and move on to the next unoccupied spot. They can't help how desperate they are for you and to prove to themselves that they have you, and their affectionate gestures prove that theyre yours. After all, they'd never do the same for anyone else. Ofcourse after the heat of the moment died down, whether they were gentler or rougher earlier, they'd kiss over the indents and whisper soft praises and murmurs about whatever came to mind. Moments like those were their favorites- second to the actual rendezvous, ofcourse.

• RANPO, Dazai, Akutagwa, Kaji, Twain, Sasha, Zeke, Pieck, MELLO, Belphie, Satan, Leviathan

Hickeys ★

They prefer giving hickeys, sometimes because they think it's classier than biting, and others because they don't want to hurt you by biting too hard. They will, however, make you look just as ravaged, littering your pretty skin with dark, organically shaped marks. Their hands pin your wrists above your head while they suck and lick at your neck, humming as if they were enjoying a meal made by a world-class chef. Their eyes would flicker up to meet yours every now and again, lips curling upwards as they shove one of their knees between yours, allowing you to grind against their thigh while they make quick work of undoing your top and belt. They're far more shameless when they're leaving them along your thighs, so shameless that you almost look like you were bruised- no one was going to see them anyways, so why should they be modest? They'd be lying if they said being able to claim you in such a way didnt turn them on. ♡⁠˖

• fyodor, Sigma, Kunikida, Ango, Mori, Fitzgerald, Fukuzawa, Margaret, Poe, Erwin, Mikasa, Reiner, Historia, Lucifer

Both! ★

They simply can't choose, whether adorning your neck and thighs in dark, dotted half-moons or burgundy splotches, they can't get enough of you. They usually leave them in concealed places, but sometimes it's so difficult to not mark you up all over, especially when you're writhing underneath them and clinging to them like a vice because their lips and mouth just feel that good. You'd intertwines your fingers in their hair, pulling them closer or tugging them away when you're lying breathlessly in the wrinkled and messy sheets. They'd ask you if it's too much, rubbing circles into the sides of your hips with a wide, cheeky grin. God, you looked so good underneath them, all bashful and shy with your eyes half lidded and your lips slightly agape. Your labored breaths and quiet sighs were like music to their ears, so really, how could they choose just one when they could give you both and double the fun? ♡⁠˖

• NIKOLAI, Chuuya, yosano, bram, Oda, Atsushi, Lucy, Mushitaro, Tecchou, Tachihara, Eren, jean, Connie, Armin, Hange, maybeee levi, Ymir, Matt, Matsuda, Misa, im torn between both and neither for L, Mammon, Asmo, Beel

Neither ★

They prefer not to leave a physical mark on you, but rather give you a good time to remember them by. A mark will fade quicker than a memory. ♡⁠˖

• Nathaniel Hawthorne, Light, Jouno

A/n: hey chat I didn't realize today was my anniversary so I kinda speedran the characters, it might not be SUIUUPER in character so I'm sorry 😞

[sanguineousreverie]

chapter 2 : mind games

like a moth to a flame. - snk yelena x reader

The rest of the day passes like a blur, your mind fixated on the blonde woman and the unexpected banter you shared on the first day. Every moment replaying in your head like a broken record —the way her eyes narrowed at your attempts to challenge her, the smirk that danced on her lips as she attempted to assert some sort of leverage above you. An abnormal mix of intrigue and irritation settled itself in the pit of your stomach, keeping you lost in thought. You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts as you make your way downtown after campus.

Arriving at your favorite lunch spot, you spot Sasha, Eren, Connie, and Armin already seated at a table near the window. The familiar faces bring you a sense of comfort as you join them.

“Survived your first day?” Connie asks, sarcasm lacing his voice as he leans back in his chair to look over at you.

You roll your eyes dramatically and take a seat next to him. “Barely,” you reply, huffing as you settle yourself in the chair. “You wouldn’t believe the kind of people I had to deal with today.”

Sasha's brow raises and she leans forward at your words, “Oh? Do tell.” She chimes in, her curiosity peaked.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “You guys know Yelena?” you question, to which you are met with a plethora of reactions.

Eren is quick to join in on the conversation, letting out an exasperated sigh at the mention of Yelena's name. “Do we know her?” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Everyone knows Yelena. She’s one of the best in terms of academics, a real piece of work.” He adds, rolling his eyes. “Zeke is friends with Yelena; they’ve known each other for years.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued as you begin to connect the dots. “Zeke? Your brother?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Eren replies curtly, obviously unimpressed with her reputation. “Says she’s relentless when it comes to her studies—has this insatiable drive to be the best at everything.” He adds, resuming eating his food.

“Sounds like it,” You huff, recalling your encounter with her.

Connie leans in a bit closer, eager for more details. “What's she like?”

You let out an annoyed sigh, slumping back slightly in the chair. “Hotheaded, didn’t like the fact I was sitting in her seat.”

“Sounds like a classic case of ‘don’t fuck with me.’” Connie quips, a small smirk forming on his face.

You hum in agreement, taking a sip of your drink. “She acted like she owned the place, asked me if I ‘knew who she was’” you reply, “I mean —who does that?”

Armin lets out a small chuckle from across the table, joining in on the conversation for the first time. “Please tell me you didn’t escalate the situation, right?” he pleads, his eyes growing wide with concern.

You let out an annoyed sigh, slumping back in your chair. “It wasn’t intentional. But it's hard not to when you have someone talking down to you like you're the dirt on their shoe.

Armin winces a bit at your words but eventually nods slowly in understanding. “Yeah, but did you really have to entertain her?” He questions, a look of disappointment flashing across his face.

You open your mouth to speak but sigh, running a hand through your hair. “She was being so condescending; I wasn’t going to let her walk all over me. Assuming I was gonna kiss her ass just because she’s a senior.”

“Fair point” Armin concedes, leaning back in his own chair and redirecting his attention to the food laid in front of him.

Connie grins, clearly enjoying the drama. “I mean, it's not everyday you get into an argument with a classmate.” He snickers “You should consider it a win.”

You let out a scoff of disbelief at his words “Oh, I'm sure.” you huff in response, “She’s gonna make my life hell.”

Connie’s little grin turns into a full-blown smile as he laughs to himself for a second, the rest of your roommates and you exchanging puzzled glances at the sudden behavior change. “Maybe you should steal her seat every day. Make it a habit, y’know?” He muses, tilting his head to the side.

Your jaw drops slightly at his suggestion and the remainder of the table falls into a fit of laughter at his audacity. “Yeah, because that'll definitely end well for me.” You retort sarcastically, crossing your arms.

Sasha laughs, seemingly quite entertained at the possibility. “You should! See how far you can take it.” She chirps.

You shake your head, trying to suppress a grin. “As tempting as that sounds and as funny as it would be, I don’t think I want to be known as a ‘seat thief’ for the remainder of my college career.”

“But think of the stories you'd have!” Connie counters, excitement lacing his voice. “You’d be the legend who didn’t bend over backward for her.”

You let out a bitter scoff, “this isn’t a movie.”  Despite your reservations, your friends urge you to consider it.

“Alright,” you finally concede with a sigh, causing Connie’s poking and prodding to die down. “Maybe I'll give it a shot. Just to keep her on her toes.”

Connie, Sasha, and Eren let out a few snickers of contentment as Armin winces a little bit at your declaration. Perhaps sensing the potential fallout from your decision.

Despite noticing his wary expression in the corner of your eye, you brush it off as not a big deal. Just something to do for fun. After all, if she’s going to make your life a living hell anyway, why not get some humor out of it?

[theearlgreymage]

Hello and Welcome to my grand project - May Their Blood Boil

This Fic originally started out as a small idea, meant to be a small birthday present for @ic3-que3n. And then the idea grew, because I love them and wanted to do something BIG. And then I reached out to multiple artists and friends (a complete list of those involved can be found below.) So, now this is a beast (haha) of a project. At the time of this initial posting, I have 70,000 words written for this fic -- my lovely editors and beta readers are helping to make sure each of those words is ready for uploading!!

For now, updates will come on a weekly basis.

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Summary

Born in the Underground, Levi has been raised on the fringes of civilization. Never once getting to feel the sunshine on his face. But when one of his closest friend grows sick, the only way to procure the life-saving medicine is to take a dangerous job. One that will lead them above ground. Levi never would have guessed the route this treacherous job would lead them. Raised on the surface, Erwin has lived a life of lies and deception. Knowing more than he should and still nothing at all. He wants, more than anything, to uncover the mysteries that the nobility keep to themselves. Willing to go down a dark road and do whatever it takes to find the answers he seeks. When Levi and Erwin's paths cross, they find themselves inexplicably intertwined. Working together to unravel the lies that Eldia is crumbling beneath. But uncovering the truth will be tricky. The journey dangerous. All the magic in the realm serving as nothing more than a cage. And too often spilling blood is the only way to be set free.

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Fandom | Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating | Explicit

Warnings | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships | Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoe, Nanaba/Mike Zacharia

Characters | Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Moblit Berner, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Mike Zacharias, Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Flagon (Shingeki no Kyojin), Caven (Shingeki no Kyojin), Rod Reiss, Frieda Reiss, Zeke Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, Kuchel Ackerman, Erwin Smith's Father, Nile Dok, Dot Pixis, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Ymir of the 104th (Shingeki no Kyojin), Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Additional Tags | Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, POV Alternating, Magic, Blood Magic, Rebellion, Espionage, Revolution, Secrets, High Fantasy, Fights, Fist Fights, Blood, Blood and Injury, Royalty, Nobility, Illnesses, Terminal Illnesses, Loss of Limbs, Minor Character Death, Miscommunication, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Emotional Slow Burn, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Neck Kissing, Gentle Sex, Angst, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Sex, Fanart, Additional Tags to Be Added

[mangio-formaggio]

Stranger Things AU for HSM

because it's (almost) the spooky season and this time last year I was obsessed with Eddie x Steve. So you know... angsty teenagers somewhat babysitting their friends and having sexuality crisis? Anyone? May ended up being a little bit Scooby Doo-ish, we will see.

- It's all starts with Wildcats leaving the evening practice and Zeke is decides to shortcut through the park in the night. And he gets caught by the Demogorgon (prob because the cookies in his backpack smells too good lol).

— The only person who knows that Zeke took a turn to the park is Ryan. Cause he may have a tiny crush on Zeke and sneaked that night in gym to watch the boys play. And when the practice was over he had to rush outside before get caught or stack at school for the whole night.

— What Ryan is totally forgot is that he was supposed to pick up Kelsi, who worked late at a new song. And she did indeed got stack in the school. And she hadn't been seen next morning.

— Sharpay on the other hand used to Zeke's attention at this point, and very confused when he's not there next morning to give her fresh bakery before classes start.

— Long story short when Zeke's and Kelsi parents are raising alarm the next morning the whole class is send to the principal's office to be questioned.

— And there's a gossip that Ryan killed Kelsi. Weird quiet brother of the most terrifying girl in school murdered someone? Makes sense.

— Wildcats aren't believe those rumors, but they figures out that Ryan could see Zeke if he was in school last night for Kelsi. So they ask.

— Ryan is pretty stressed at this point, so he absently mentions to the team about Zeke and the park. And of course they immediately decide to investigate themselves.

— At the same time, Sharpay finds Kelsi's stuff at the theater, but the new song is not there. She looks around the piano and there's nothing but wired amount of wet leaves. But it wasn't raining last night.

— In the park Wildcats can't find any clues about Zeke. But Troy finds a girl. Scared and unable to speak. She refuses to be taken to the police station. She can lift thing with her mind and solves equations just after one look at them. All the boys can find out about her is that her name is Gabriella and she worries about her mom.

— Taylor and Martha see how Gabi solves equations an wowed. Also wtf jocks are doing around such a smart new girl? And Taylor being Taylor very quickly understands what's going on here.

— The company of other girls helps Gabi to relax and open up a bit, even if she still in shock: doesn't remember how she ended up in a forest and what's the danger is treating her and the whole East High now.

— While this group is connecting the dots and figures out how to use Gabi's power to communicate with Zeke in Upside-down, Sharpay is trying to help Ryan snaps out of anxiety and insist they should continue rehearsals.

— So twins are at the theater when Wildcats and girls are messing with a school radio. And then suddenly the lights are starts flickering, the speakers around empty school are broadcasting white noise...

— And then everyone hear weak trembling voice. Kelsi's voice. She's singing her new song. Quietly and slightly hysterically.

— Wildcats are confused where exactly the voice is coming from: they tried to reach out Zeke in possible parallel universe, not drama club, right?

— When they rushed into the theater they finds only Evan's twins on a verge of a heart attack (and Ryan is also is about to have nervous break down).

— For a couple of seconds they all are trying to sing along, in a desperate attempt to let the Kelsi know that she's heard. Next moment the lights are off completely.

— The singing stops. But they can hear Kelsi's breathing heavily. And then there's a distinct low growl. One second in speakers. Another somewhere backstage.

— Suddenly the light is on again. And fall clearly inhumane shadow appears on the side of the stage.

— The monster jumps. The kids are frozen by terror. Gabi lifts her hands and screams and the next thing everybody knows is that the speakers are broken with a loud crack, the monster is gone and everything seems back to normal.

— Expect it's not and everybody understands very clearly now what's took their friends. The jocks, the nerds and drama kids join forces. They need a plan.

— While the monster-hunting is discussed and organized, some emotional drama unravels.

— Troy is completely mesmerized with Gabi. But she doubts whether he actually likes her or he likes her cool superpowers. After all they can't even properly communicate. She's also remembers herself we'll enough to understand that her life is somewhere else and she needs to focus on finding her mother.

— Sharpay is mad because she likes to be in control. And currently is nothing can be controlled except her own sanity. She hesitant about joining the upcoming quest. She's a performer and a school princess. Not a fighter. She can't wander through the park in this shoes, thank you very much. On the other hand, she can't leave her brother, who's very determined to help Kelsi as much as he can. Lastly, even if she would never admit, she worries sick about Zeke.

— Taylor knows their plan is just absolutely terrible, dumb and suicidal idea. But she's also have a ridiculously amount of fun navigating the attack plan and investigating where the portal to Upside-down is. Also the feeling of community is so new and nice. She just can't leave those idiots on her own.

— Chad isn't jealous. That would be stupid. And what kind of jerk would be jealous of Gabi when she's evidently went through horrible trauma, apparently wanted by some shady government people and is under constant pressure of saving everybody. But it just so hard to take that in a crisis like this Troy is neglecting his leadership in order to look after his new girlfriend... Surprisingly good thing, however, is that Evans twins are actually helpful. Ryan is very easy to become friends with actually: he can handle that bat, sincerely care about this small Kelsi person and is fun to joke around. His arms are surprisingly strong, his eyes are... well, blue. Oh, and his sister undeniably was born to lead some small army or shoot some monsters right between eyes.

— Ryan is probably running on a pure adrenaline at this point. His body just can't tolerate this amount of stress anymore, so it's almost euphoric state of confidence now. He almost doesn't recognize himself. Like volunteering on a reconnaissance mission? Or agreeing to arm himself with a gigantic bat? Or talking to Chad Danforth like they knew each other for ages? And Ryan even dares to flirt? And tease? And yeah, having a crush on an another straight athlete is still absolutely terrible idea, but maybe they gonna die tomorrow so what the hell?

— Anyways... They find the portal. They find both of their friends. Alive and mostly well. They survived on Zeke's cookies.

— And Demogorgon finds them.

— The fight is unravel. Boys kicking and punching. Sharpay shooting. Taylor and Martha are evacuating Zeke and Kelsi. Gabi stays behind to close the portal.

— Everyone makes it out alive. Chad and Ryan make out celebratory. Sharpay is already planing a show based on this adventure. She would go out with Zeke the next day after he will rest, don't worry.

— Troy is brooding though. He rushes to the park like everyday since. But it completely normal trees and grass now. Nothing paranormal. So he slowly loses hope. Until one day they're having a game and the broken speakers are suddenly working again. And there's a Kelsi's song singing with the most beautiful and gentle voice he had ever heard.

— So they make a hole in theatre's wall to helps Gabi get out. Ms D isn't pleased though. They all got detention till the graduation. Can as well start to participate in musicals yk.

[oceanartwork]

Vampire zeke kissing dot 🦇💕

A request from @mallymaniacs

[heartstevenson]

Can you do 2013 Dot in her giant green puppy form screaming angrily at Zeke that they’re having an argument? This is like a reference to Turning Red that whenever Mei Lee gets angry, she transforms into a giant red panda.

WHEN DOT GETS ANGRY 🐾

[cr1msonsta1ns]

For anyone interested in me making Headcannons, here are the characters I am willing to do them for.

I do Love and Deepspace, Creepypasta, The Legend Of Zelda, Attack On Titan, Demon slayer, Hunter X Hunter, Mortal Kombat, and Homicipher.

Creepypasta:

Male->

- Laughing Jack

- Eyeless Jack

- Jason the Toymaker

- BEN Drowned/ Benjamin Lawman

- Nathan the Nobody

- Jeff the Killer/ Jeffrey Woods

- Liu Woods/ Homicidal Liu/ Sully

- Bloody Painter/ Helen Otis

- Masky/ Tim Wright

- Hoodie/ Brian Thomas

- Ticci Toby/ Tobias Erin Rodgers

- Zalgo

- Slenderman

- Splendorman

- Trenderman

- Offenderman

- Kagekao

- Herobrine

- Surrenderman

- Hobo Heart

- Candypop

- Black Eyed Children

- Glitchy Red

- Scissormouth

- Smiling man

- X Virus

- Dr. Smiley

- Puppeteer

- Will Grossman

- Lost Silver

Female->

- Jane Everlasting

- Nina the Killer

- Lulu

- Sally Williams

- Lazari Swann

- Nurse Ann

- Judge Angel/ Dina

- Kate The Chaser

- Clockwork

- Zero

- Stripes

- Suicide Sadie

- Sadiya

- Kris Nelar

- Mary Vaughn

- Hachisukasama

- Laughing Jill

- Rouge

Monster->

- Rake

- Smiledog.jpg

- Seed Eater

- Mr. Widemouth

- Grinny Cat

- Glitchy Red

- Sonic.EXE

- Skin Taker

- SCP 173

- Red

- Pinkemania

- Momo

- Teki Teki

- Tails Doll

Legends Of Zelda:

Male->

- Link (Any)

- King Rauru (Totk)

- Ganondorf/ Ganon

- Robbie

- Master Kohga

- Sidon

- Deku Tree

- Tulin

- Teba

- King Dorephan

- Yunobo

- Beedle

- Sheik?

- Shad

- Colin

- Dark Link

- Shadow Link

- Ghirahim

- Happy Mask Salesman

- Revali

- Tael

- Zant

Female->

- Zelda (Any)

- Princess Midna

- Princess Mipha

- Queen Sonia

- Purah

- Yona

- Mineru

- Impa

- Paya

- Riju

- Buliara

- Navi

- Great Fairies

- Nabooru

- Princess Ruto

- Saria

- Tatl

-Urbosa

Animal/ Beasts:

- Chickens

- Epona

- Bokoblins

- Keese

- Horoblins

- Lizalfo

- Hestu

- Korok

- Demise

- Skull Kid

Attack On Titan:

Male->

- Levi Ackerman

- Connie Springer

- Eren Jeager

- Armin Arlert

- Grisha Jeager

- Zeke Jeager

- Porco Galiard

- Falco Grice

- Bertholdt Hoover

- Reiner Braustess

- Erwin Smith

- Marco Bodt

- Moblit

- Farlan

- Kenny Ackerman

- Kitz

- Dot Pyxis

- Hannes

- Keith Shadis

- King Fritz

- Nicolo

- Jean Kirschtein

- Onyankopon

- Floch Forster

Female->

- Mikasa Ackerman

- Yelena

- Sasha Braus

- Ymir (both)

- Petra

- Dina Fritz

- Hange Zoë

- Isabel

- Zofia

- Kiyomi Azumabito

- Carla Jeager

- Kuchel Ackerman

- Annie Leonheart

- Pieck Finger

Demon Slayer:

Male->

- Tanjiro Kamado

- Inosuke Hashibira

- Zenitsu Agatsuma

- Tengen Uzui

- Sanemi Shinuzugawa

- Giyu Tomioka

- Kagaya

- Obanai Iguro

- Gyomei

- Kyojuro Rengoku

- Muichiro Tokito

- Urokodaki

- Genya Shinuzugawa

- Yushiro

- Muzan Kibutsuji

- Rui

- Kokushibo

- Senjuro Rengoku

- Tanjuro Kamado

- Tecchin Tecchikawahara

- Kotetsu

- Hotaru Haganezuka

- Yoriichi

- Douma

- Akaza

- Hantengu

- Gyokko

- Gyutaro

- Daki

- Enmu

Female->

- Kanae Kocho

- Mitsuri Kanroji

- Amane

- Shinobu Kocho

- Kanao Tsuyuri

- Aoi Kanzaki

- Sumi Nakahara

- Kiyo Terauchi

- Naho Takada

- Nezuko Kamado

- Lady Tamayo

- Spider demon Mother

- Spider Demon Daughter

- Biwa lady/ Nakime

- Hinatsuru

- Makio

- Suma

Hunter x Hunter:

Male:

- Gon Freecs

- Killua Zoldyck

- Milluki Zoldyck

- Master Wing

- Zushi

- Isaac Netero

- Pariston Hill

- Ging Freecs

- Morel

- Hisoka Morrow

- Illumi Zoldyck

- Hanzo

- Kite

- Knov

- Shalnark

- Geretta

- Tonpa

- Zeno Zoldyck

- Silva Zoldyck

- Gotoh

- Kiriko

- Mike???

- Chrollo Lucilfer

- Kastro

- Feitan

- Phinks

- Franklin

- Bonolenov

- Omokage

- Uvogin

- Kortopi

- Razor

- Bloster

- Pokkle

- Meruem

- Shaiapouf

- Menthuthuyoupi

- Meleoron

- Welfin

- Cheetu

- Leol

- Zazan

- Koala

- Flutter

- Rammot

- Ikalgo

- Knuckle

- Shoot

Female:

- Alluka/ Nanika Zoldyck

- Biscut Krueger

- Neferpitou

- Cheadle Yorkshire

- Melody

- Palm Siberia

- Anita

- Ponzu

- Aunt Mito

- Kikyo Zoldyck

- Kalluto Zoldyck

- Amane

- Canary

- Tsubone

- Machi

- Shizuku

- Pakunoda

- Neon Nostrade

- Reina/ Shidore

- Komugi

- Hina

Mortal Kombat:

Male-

- Kung Lao

- Kenshi Takahashi

- Liu Kang

- Johnny Cage

- Bi-han

- Kuai Liang

- Raiden

- Rain

- Kano

- Smoke

- Shang Tsung

-Reptile

- Geras

- Jax

Female-

- Mileena

- Kitana

- Sindel

- Tanya

- Sonya Blade

- Cassie Cage

- Ashrah

- D'vorah

- Nitara

Love and Deepspace:

-Zayne

-Rafayel

-Xavier

-Sylus

Homicipher:

-Mr.Masque

-Mr.Crawling

-Mr.Chopped

-Mr.Stitch

-Ms.Blue Clad

-Mr.Gap

-Mr.Scarletta

-Mr.Machete

-Mr.Hood

-Mr.Silvair

-The Bride

-Ms.Nurse

-Mr.Wheelchair

-Hooded Child

-Hairdresser

-Mr.Hugeface

And these are whom I'm willing to make headcannons of. If you request any of these characters and I will happily make a headcannon of them as you request.

[ao3feed-eremin]

Jesus Christ We Need To Stop Crashing Ships

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by 33smallraccoonsinatrenchcoat

AoT x Star Wars. That's the just of it. I did this cause I asked my friend who I should draw light sabers for, so THANK YOU CHAR YOU'RE MY BESTIE FOR LIFE!!!!!!!! More tags and shit will be added as I go. I might not post super often depending on my work hours. I wont do smut in the main fic, but might to some side ones with that

Words: 1059, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of AoT x Star Wars

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Levi Ackerman, Marco Bott, Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Sasha Blouse, Connie Springer, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoë, Moblit Berner, Mike Zacharias, Jean Kirstein, Zeke Yeager, Pieck Finger, Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin), Ymir of the 104th (Shingeki no Kyojin), Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Porco Galliard, Marcel Galliard | Berwick, Dot Pixis, Gabi Braun, Floch Forster, Falco Grice, Kenny Ackerman, Frieda Reiss, Theo Magath, Nile Dok, Hitch Dreyse, Azumabito Kiyomi, Darius Zackly, Marlo Sand | Marlowe Freudenberg, Hannes (Shingeki no Kyojin), Zofia (Shingeki no Kyojin), Udo (Shingeki no Kyojin), Uri Reiss, Lara Tybur, Willy Tybur, Flegel Reeves, Dimo Reeves, Carla Yeager, Dina Yeager | Dina Fritz, Onyankopon (Shingeki no Kyojin), Asajj Ventress, Nightsister Characters (Star Wars), Talzin (Star Wars)

Relationships: Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Hitch Dreyse/Annie Leonhart, Mikasa Ackerman/Sasha Blouse, Reiner Braun/Bertolt Hoover, Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoë, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Ymir of the 104th

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Major Character Injury, First Battle of Geonosis (Star Wars), Siege of Mandalore (Star Wars), Planet Mandalore (Star Wars), Planet Shili (Star Wars), Planet Ryloth | Twi'lek (Star Wars), Planet Geonosis (Star Wars), Planet Lasan (Star Wars), Planet Tatooine (Star Wars), Planet Naboo (Star Wars), Planet Coruscant (Star Wars), Planet Ilum (Star Wars), Planet Dathomir (Star Wars), Fluff, Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lKsM07C

[naussensei]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34050205/chapters/84697969

[justacynicalromantic]

Thoughts after chapter 111

I really don't trust that Onyankopon guy.

In the same chapter, when Pixis said that Elena is a crap liar, that everything she feels is written on her face, Onyankopon talked to Hange while playing poker ffs!

I think he is a double agent for his own country. This whole manga is about the power struggle between different nations, using Eldians as WMDs (weapons of mass destruction), kind of like Game of Thrones.

First, Eldians got power and subjugated Marleans (and really I think that when Eldians first got Titan powers they too were in a dire need for it, dying in some power-stuggle, too). Then, through secret political machinations, they got Karl Fritz to surrender and flee to Paradis.

Marlean rose to power and started subjugating other nations for resources and people they could use as soldiers. Onyankopon is from one of those nations they subjugated. And I think that his mother country could have a stake in this war too, and wanting to come up on top, screwing over both Marley and Paradis and subjugating them, to use Eldians as weapons, and to mine the Iceburst Stone.

Zeke may be really working towards helping Eldia, maybe even without screwing over Marley, since he and Eren both now know that this path only leads to more war and suffering. Onyankopon makes Hange distrust Zeke and Eren, maybe she doesn't trust him completely, but I don't think she can guess that he's somehow communicating with his own motherland country and is playing triple-agent for them. Like she said - they are still too naive and not-knowing about the other parts of the world, its political climate and history.

I mean, we have to ask ourselves - why exactly does he help Hange and goes against Elena and consequently Zeke? What does he gain from it? After I thought it through and played with different ideas, him being a secret agent working to make his own country emerge on top, subjugating Eldia and Marley - is the only plausible conclusion I could come up with.

Roeg asks how all the revolutionaries could communicate between themselves so quickly. And yes, somehow they knew military's "secret" plan to pass over Eren's titan.

If we have Uprising 2.0 happening, then the picture becomes more and more clear. There must be a leader coordinating the whole thing, who seemingly is completely unable to do so and is in a vulnerable position, like Erwin was (beaten and imprisoned).

It's Historia. She's Erwin 2.0, not Armin or Hange. She's seemingly in a vulnerable position (pregnant) and under guard - no one would suspect her of having anything to do with what's been going on, much less coordinating the whole thing.

Pixis' actions in this context become clear, too - he's doing exactly what he did in the Uprising 1.0 - setting up a ruse, like when a soldier came screaming that Wall Maria fell. This will somehow help him smoke out those who are the traitors to humanity and are in there for personal gain. I think Pixis is already aware of Historia being in cahoots with Eren and her coordinating this Uprising, and he goes along with this, trying to see who is actually fighting to help people - who he will support in the end. Exactly like he did it, when Erwin rebelled.

PS: Gabi and Falco in this scenario are not Eren and Mikasa 2.0 - they are Eren and Historia during Uprising 1.0. Like young Historia, Falco needs to let go of the thinking that he's useless and needs to be sacrificed. Like young Eren, Gabi needs to let go of her hatred and "edginess". The fact that when Eren asked Falco "is that person you want to protect a girl?", while Eren himself was on a mission to protect Historia, further connects them and prove this.

[mintmatcha]

Stressball

Pairing: Zeke x reading

cw: free use, cisfem reader with feminine nicknames , power dynamics, cigarettes, female receiving oral, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, degradation, praise, reader has pubic hair, biting, Zeke is mean. breeding kink

A/N: idk just enjoy yourself

The terms of your arrangement have been clear since the beginning.

"You live here for free. I take care of your food and give you a little pocket change." Zeke pulls hard from his cigarette, letting you sit in the silence until it grows uncomfortable. "And all I get in return is unlimited stress relief."

You stare into your reflection in his glasses. He exhales, letting the thin smoke curl into the air. "Drink your tea. I made it just for you."

You obey, immediately bringing the mug to your lips. Zeke murmurs something under his breath and you swear you almost catch fragments of the word obedient.

"Stress relief." you repeat. Zeke picks up the sugar dish by the rim, holding it out to you wordlessly.

"Did I stutter?"

"I just-" you take the dish from him, dropping a couple sugar cubes into your drink and watching them slowly crumble and dissolve. "What does that entail? I'm your personal stress ball?"

He smiles too wide to be innocent, "Something like that.”

-----

The front door slams and you already know what's coming. You don’t look up from your book, trying to focus on the words on the page and not how he stomps about the house, cursing under his breath.

Work has been stressful lately. You don’t ask any questions.

When he enters the room, Zeke doesn’t immediately look your way. He circles, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce

“Hello, dear.” you mumble. Zeke doesn’t respond, shrugging off his coat and tossing it on to one of the chairs, “You look nice today.”

He does. His beard is freshly trimmed, tight to his jaw, and those dark bags under his eyes only make them sparkle brighter, but you can tell from the sneer on his face that he doesn’t believe you. “Do you think compliments are going to change anything?”

You flip the page. “No. I said it because I meant it.”

“Cute. Keep reading.” He dots a kiss to the crown of your head. "Safe word is Thursday."

In one smooth motion Zeke clutches the back of your shirt and twists, pulling the neckline taut into your throat. He uses the leverage to rip you up and push you completely forward across the table, chair clattering to the ground. The act pushes the breath out of you and you sputter, spittle down your face. The varnished wood is too slick; your hands barely able to stop yourself from face planting.

“What did I just say?” Zeke lets go, pausing for a moment before tossing your book in front of you. "Go on. Keep reading."

The book isn't even open to the same page, but you try to focus on the words and not how Zeke moves. You're very aware of how he drops to his knees behind you, large calloused hands traveling up your legs and up your skirt, not stopping until his fingers bury under the edges of your panties.

He tugs the fabric to the side so hard that the elastic digs into your hips. The rough bristles of his beard scour across the dip of your ass and thigh, his breath, already heavy, tickles your exposed sex.

"You're barely fucking wet."

"I can't always be- ha-aah-'' as you begin to protest, Zeke takes the outer lip of your pussy between his teeth, catching the sensitive flesh between his canines and slowly increasing the pressure until you whine, and then continues until the pain is sharp. The discomfort alone has your feet kicking, toes curling, as you wiggle yourself deeper and deeper into the edge of the table to try and break free. Your heels beat against his chest, but he doesn't break away, instead looping a hand under your stomach to hold you in place.

"Don't run away from it." Zeke breaks away to chide. A finger runs up your slit, smoothly sliding through your folds and you're suddenly aware of how your body has reacted to his touch-- to the pain. Before you can savor his gentleness, it's gone, replaced with the hollow, wet, sloppy sound of Zeke sucking his fingers dry. "Don't pretend you didn't like it."

The wire frame of his glasses jabs into the fat of your ass as he buries himself into your pussy and immediately sucks. The loud, messy sound resonates through the room in an overly lewd display... only to get louder when his spitty tongue joins in, mindlessly working against you.

His nose catches against your opening as he eats, beard tickling up against your clit a way that borders on discomfort... and yet isn't enough. You buck back against him for more, grinding against his chin for the friction you need.

His thumbnail digs into the fat of your ass. A silent warning to stay still. You know better than to try:

He eats you out for the taste-- not for your pleasure.

He stays like that for what feels like forever, prodding and suckling almost aimlessly, until he suddenly stands.

Zeke clutches your hair and guides your head back, farther and farther until you're arched back to meet his eye. His glasses have slid down his nose, smeared from your wetness, fogged from the heat of your cunt. Your cum gleams in his beard as he leans over. The look in his eyes is dark, hungry-- dangerous.

"What's the safe word?"

You blink a couple times before his words sink in. “Thursday.”

Zeke doesn’t respond; he catches your mouth against his and you’re forced to savor the taste of yourself on his breath, your own musk on his tongue. His hips grind against your still exposed sex, digging the crease of your thighs painfully hard into the edge of the table. The shape of his cock is heavy and demanding, even restrained by his pants.

Zeke tugs your hair, forcing you to break the kiss, before stepping back. "Upstairs. Go."

You hesitate, head still swimming from it all.

"Did I stutter?” Zeke says, “Move before I make you move."

You skitter up the stairs, half expecting a chase, but Zeke doesn't immediately follow. It's not until you're in the bedroom, peeling off your dress, that his heavy boot steps make it to the stairs.

“It’s about control.” He explained to you once. “I just need to feel in control of something.”

It works out- sometimes, you don’t wanna worry about anything. It’s easy to hand over the reins to him, let him decide what to do with your body.

You step out of your panties and leave them where they land.

When he makes it to the door frame, he's half dressed: shirt unbuttoned to expose his thick chest, covered in soft, blonde hair that trails down into a darker, thicker happy trail.

"I didn't tell you to strip." he places the cigarette between his lips, letting it bounce as he talks. He takes one step forward and pauses, eyeing the pink frills that lay crumpled at his boots. He side steps to crush it under his heel, grinding it into the floorboards. "But, fuck, I'm glad you did."

A few long strides and he's on you, forcing you back with his frame. Logically, you know he would never hurt you in a way you didn’t want, but the way his eyes grow dark has you backing up away from him, retreating until your legs meet the edge of the bed.

"I like this." his fingers trail through your bush, nails grazing the skin. When he speaks, the cigarette smoke trails out in small bits, just enough to make your eyes water. "Makes me feel like I'm fucking a real woman."

Your fingers find the front of his pants, popping the button free. It’s a simple motion- a reminder of your autonomy. "I am a woman."

Zeke looks up with a strangely gentle smile, ghosting that hand up your body, over your collarbone, over the delicate skin of your neck, "You're just a toy to me."

The hand on your throat constricts so hard that your head immediately swims. Surprise has you gasping for a breath you can’t quite swallow, hands finding his wrists solely out of instinct. Before you can register what’s happening, Zeke shoves you back with the full force of his weight and you bounce on to the down comforter.

You stay there for a long second, sucking in breath greedily as he runs his gaze over your body, hungry.

He’ll ruin you someday, you decide.

"Roll over. I don’t wanna look at you." Zeke lifts one knee onto the bed. As he tucks his thumbs into the elastic of his underwear, he smiles at you with an overly fond and familiar look-- like a husband, not a lover. "Your pretty face makes me cum too fast. "

You oblige.

He might have already ruined you.

Zeke straddles your hips, pinning your legs together with his calves. He forces your arm up above your head, twisting it up at an uncomfortable angle before slotting his cigarette between your fingers.

“Drop that and you’ll fucking regret it.” he says, shoving his pants down just far enough that his cock falls free into the plump of your ass. It’s hot, slick with his precum so it slides gently across your skin. Just the initial prod between your lips has you flinching, the bite mark from earlier throbbing at the touch..

“Your pussy still hurts?” he holds you by the shoulders, stilling for a moment. You nod, tilting your head just enough to meet his eye.

“From that little nibble? What a baby.”

The sudden stretch of his cock is mean. Zeke is thick, wide enough you can barely fit him in your mouth, and he knows it. You know he enjoys how it has you reeling, keening against the bed with a whine. He grinds his hips against you, rubber heels digging against the sheets as if he could possibly get any deeper into you, as if he isn’t fully seated inside you.

“Relax, just take it.” there’s no sympathy in his voice as he holds there, waiting until you grow limp under him again. When you do, he dips low to press a kiss between your shoulder blades, a chuckle on his lips. “There you go.”

He starts slowly, barely pulling out his cock between sinking back into your folds, simply savoring the depth.

The discomfort melts into pleasure, each roll of his hips grinding against your pussy, but the real satisfaction comes from watching his face from the corner of your eye-

Zeke’s slack jawed, those heavily lidded eyes barely open as he drinks you in, tongue pressed against a canine in focus. He looks up to meet your gaze, those eyes focusing for just a moment before he comes undone.

He cums too soon- with gently stuttering hips, mouth pressed into the flat of your back to suppress his groans. The sudden wetness is forced out of your cunt with another hard stroke, forcing your body to squelch.

“Fuck- you bitch-” he grabs a chunk of your hair to the root, twisting your face down into the pillow, “I told you- “

He swallows hard, trying to cover how he shakes. “I told you your face is too much.”

You can feel him shift above you, then the soft kiss of his lips against your fingers as he pulls a drag from the cigarette you almost forgot about. When he exhales, you make the mistake of relaxing-- only to be immediately fucked once again. Each rut of his hips is hard, the slap of skin against skin sharp. You suck each breath through the down-- still able to breathe fully, just not comfortably.

“You’re that desperate for cum?” His weight is crushing; Zeke no longer holds himself up; instead, he’s half crumbled into you, chest flat against your back. Under the discomfort, your body quivers closer and closer to the proverbial edge. “Want it that ba-a-ad?”

Zeke’s voice cracks into a pained sob when he pulls completely out from you, leaving your pussy gaping.

“I’ll fuck you full.” the head to his cock pops back in and you can feel your mixed juices drip down your slit. It’s a stupid trope you’ve read in erotica books, but you really do feel like his cock has changed to shape of your insides, “Make you fat with my bastard-"

He fucks you hard, pace so brutal and rough that you worry he'll smash your head into the headboard; your free hand clamors around in front you of, blindly searching for a flat surface to brace against. Even face down, your moans are loud enough that in the back of your mind you worry the neighbors will hear. Despite how he takes, despite how he does nothing for you, it's not long until you're quivering, cunt clenching around him as your orgasm slams into you.

“Oh, there you go. That's what I want-" Your pussy pulses so hard you can barely register how he twitches inside you, emptying himself once again, "I can feel that greedy, slutty pussy."

After a long moment. Zeke pulls out and turns you over. The absolute mess between your legs has already left a cooling wet spot… every time you move, the tacky wetness slides further and further down, almost to your knees. It’s all over his stomach, even staining the hem of his pants.

Without being asked, you lift the cigarette. He meets you halfway, taking a long drag. Zeke’s chest and stomach are pink with effort-- something surprisingly cute. You want to comment on it, tease him, but that hunger in his eyes still hasn’t been satiated.

"It still wants more, doesn’t it?" he parts your labia with a thumb, marveling at the stickiness, "Little bitch can't get enough?"

He finds himself between your thighs again, cock finding your entrance once more. It’s a bit softer now: more sensitive too, you guess from the wince of his face as he sinks in.

But he fucks you like it’s his job- like he can’t stop until you’re both ruined and overstimulated.

Oh, he’s a beautiful mess: Eyes rimmed with tears, jaw clenched so tight the vein in his forehead bulges, whole body flushed pink.

You just lay limp, equally destroyed. His personal stress ball.

Work must have been really stressful-

It suddenly hits you that he asked a question. “Y-yeah. Wan’ more.”

“Yeah? Yeah?” he mocks, voice as high as yours as he drops to his elbows, face so close to yours, “‘Wan’ more?’”

You strain your neck to nudge your nose into his cheek, needy and exhausted. He refuses to turn, instead keeping his eyes locked with yours and forehead pressed against forehead.

“Squeeze tight. That’s it, real tight. Mm, work for it.” he growls when you clench your whole body, toes curling, already aching pussy twitching as it tries to handle too much dick, "Make that face I like.”

His hand snakes down your body and easily finds your neglected clit. “Come on, make that face.”

You don’t want to cum again; your stomach is cramped and queasy from the first one, but the sloppy, rough circles on your clit are too much. You can feel yourself tumbling again, cumming weakly around his cock.

“There it is, there’s the face.” Zeke’s not far behind, pulling from you with a groan. His cock kicks and barely anything comes out, practically cumming dry. He mumbles something as he slowly shifts his weight on to you, resting his head on your tits. It’s cute for the first moment, until your lungs begin to ache.

“You can’t fall asleep here.” you squirm, kicking your legs weakly, “You’ll crush me.”

He doesn’t move. “Hm.“

“I’m serious,” you lift a hand to stroke his hair, pushing back his locks, “I have to wash up, so do you-”

“Relax. I’ll draw us a bath in a moment.” Zeke sighs “I know how to take care of my toys.”

“Toys?” you emphasize the ‘S’.

You can’t see how Zeke rolls his eyes, but you know he does. “Toy. Singular.”

[loveanoutcast]

"Games" | Eren Yeager

Part Eight | NSFW Content

TW: nsfw, smut, rough sex, degradation, slapping (m receiving), public sex, threesome mentions, hurtful language, swearing, pregnant intercourse, pretty fluffy towards the end

Pairing: Eren Yeager (Jaeger) x Fem!Reader, Levi Ackerman x Reader (Mentioned), Porco Galliard x Reader (Imagined), Zeke x Pieck x Reader (Imagined), Jean Kirstein x Reader (Imagined briefly, instantly dismissed)

Other: Modern au, businessman!Eren, teacher!reader, administrator!reader, pregnant!reader, husband!eren, married trope

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine (Coming soon)

Guess who's back...back again...V is back...Tell a friend. I don't know where the sudden unblock of writer's block came from but I am so happy to have this part out. Listen there will be lots of mixed emotions and feelings and if you think this came off too strong or like you wanted the reader to play a more lower tempered card...well tough shit. I am a sucker for damsel in distress tropes but I just binged watched Pride & Prejudice (2005) and a whole ton of Cobra Kai and Shameless, which the guy who plays Robby Keene has my heart and he is so pretty. So I wanted the reader to be less susceptible to Eren's shit and really built on her connection with Levi. Fucking anyway, I know it's a bit short but I really wanted to remind y'all that I'm alive, I'm doing better, and I can't wait to hear from you all.

Also, Chapter Nine will be angst filled but I promise the endings of these will be good and definitely bring fantasies to life bc this is fan fiction, we need happy endings. I'll leave the queer baiting and empty plots to the CW. Enjoy!

Eren held a finger to his lips, his eyes a deeper jade in the cramped space you both were currently in. Your breathing was a bit heavy and rapid as your heart drummed in your ears. You knew your entire face was flushed in mild embarrassment and slight fear on getting caught in the current predicament your husband put the both of you in.

You had literally no clue on where he was taking you, your eyes only widening in surprise when he pulled you through the large wooden door. The chapel was almost empty, but the way Eren kept along the wall and his steps were almost as quiet as yours only made you even more confused on why the hell he would bring the two of you in here. You gave his hand a squeeze, his head looking back at you for a moment, and you caught the smirk dotting his lips before he turned around. His pace seemed determined, and you caught the eye of a man who was noticeably important in the place of worship. Eyes shining in question but turning warm as you gave a small smile, he still looked curious but when someone approached him, he turned his full attention to them.

You walked a bit further along with Eren. You were a bit out of breath but when Eren suddenly paused and opened an even smaller wooden door, you felt all your breath knocked out from you when he quickly and surprisingly gently pulled you inside. To say it was tough fitting the both of you was an understatement. As it was Eren could hardly fit through most archways and there had been times when his head almost brushed the roof of places you two visited in the early years of your marriage. Now, with your bulging belly and Eren’s continuous efforts to stay fit, you could feel his breath fan across the top of your head as he closed the door. The small flecks of light that were filtering through made his facial features seem sharper somehow.

You had a sneaking suspicion on why he wedged the two of you in the Confessional, but you got your answer when hands began to roam your body over your clothes, the kisses Eren laid on you wet and heavy, your head swimming in confusion and lust. You couldn’t think straight enough, your breaths sharp and tongue tied as your hands didn’t know where to go. They rested on his chest, fingers gripping his button up, every kiss left behind a tingling sensation, a brief flash of Levi’s gentle touches crossed the forefront of your mind and that was enough to make you think clearly for a moment. You only slightly pushed Eren away to look at him and say-

“Baby, they’ll hear us.”

“Let them.” He shrugged, already leaning in again.

“This is a sin, you know.”

“Well, this is a confession booth. Isn’t the whole point of them hearing our sins?” His smile was devilish, “Let’s just think of this as giving them a real-life example.”

“How could you still want me after I-“ You stopped, tears filling you eyes as you felt your throat swell, “I broke my vow of loyalty to you, my dearest. How could you not be repulsed by me? Or hate me?”

The way he kissed you always had you burning up. You felt breathless but buzzed with energy, you could feel your muscles relaxing but your core tightening, everything Eren did to you ignited a frenzy side of you that made you throw caution to the wind and genuinely not consider anyone’s feelings or regards around you, so the soft moan he coaxed out of you had him grinning against your mouth, lips moving to your cheek as he gripped you by your jaw and forcefully moved your head to the side so he could have more access to your neck. The kiss on the shell of your ear had your eyes fluttering as the airy gasp you let out had him chuckling.

“How could I not want you? You’re bringing my—our child into this world. You love me in all of my good and bad, baby.” Your eyes had been closed as he spoke, your hands finding way to the top of his shoulders as your back was flush against the side of the confession booth. His leg had been wedged between your thighs and as he spoke, one hand was flatly pressed beside your head, the wood creaking underneath his weight as he used the other hand to bring your dress up and allow his fingers to tether around the fabric of your panties.

“You are everything to me, Mrs. Jaeger.” A kiss to the crown of your head made you gasp, eyes fluttering open to be met with brilliant green that even in the darkness shown like two emeralds reflecting summer rays.

“I love you, I know you love me, you loving Levi is only an example of how large your heart is. I can’t deny that I’m possessive and overprotective of what’s mine, but you are not an object nor some toy. You’re my partner, my best friend, and the reason I find meaning even on my darkest days. I would burn the entire world down to ashes if it made you happy, I would go to another pointless war if it ensured you would live a long life, and I will certainly make it work with Levi if it means keeping you forever. That is my confession.” The subtle look around the booth with the eyebrow raise and smirk had you reacting instantly.

Well, you thought as you smiled so widely and giggled, “How the hell am I supposed to respond to such a beautiful confession?”

“You could start by letting me fuck you in this booth.” He bluntly said.

“Eren!”

The eye roll he gave as a reply to your sudden need to be modest made you momentarily forget how sweet he could be.

“Fine, make love—whatever. Come here.”

He barely gave you time to respond, the sound of a zipper lowering cut through the small space. He had left his blazer back as the table and you fidgeted with a few shirt buttons, only wanting to see his strong collarbones as you leaned forward and took the soft flesh between your lips. The purple mark you were sure to leave behind had him hissing out in pleasure. You leaned back to admire your work; the dark color still visible despite how dim it was in the poor excuse of a love-making space. Your eyes met Eren’s and the large smile that crossed your lips was mirrored almost instantly, a few kisses were stolen but each pair of eyes remained on each other as Eren continued his conquest. Your panties were pushed out of the way, with how hot it was and how hot your husband is, you felt yourself feel a dampness between your legs, Eren still being considerate and bringing his fingers to his mouth, you watched as he spit on the long digits. The small whimper you let out making his smile turn into one of a sly fox.

“Put your foot there, princess.” He encouraged, eyes flickering to the small seat as his hand found its way in between your legs. The slow circles rubbed against the most sensitive part of your pussy made you gasp, your body tensing before relaxing into his touch. You did as he said, some pressure being relieved from your back and calves, and you voiced your discomfort honestly.

“Better be quick then.”

Before you could question your husband, you felt him shift his briefs lower, his erection falling heavy between his thighs and brushing against you. It took some adjusting and a few grunts and sharp breaths were released before Eren began to press into you, you hissed at the odd angle, the tip pressing into the thin wall above your vagina before you pushed down on Eren’s shoulders and he let out a grunt, knowing what you meant and dipped his lips lower. He suddenly slid in so easily you moaned at how wonderful it felt to feel him stretch you and fill you up. His hand clamped over your mouth, eyes warning as he flickered them between you and the door. He seemed to be able to get a glimpse outside the door, eyes squinted in concentration and not looking at you as he began his rough onslaught. His hips smacked against your thighs deliciously and although you wanted to admire his sexy side profile, you felt your eyes roll back at how amazing he felt thrusting into your wet pussy. You could only pant at how easily your body swayed and jiggled with the force of his movements.

“Fuck,” He clipped out after a few moments, his attention breaking from whatever or whoever was outside and looking towards your expression which was reaching its breaking point as you clenched around him. He lowered his hand, his palm pressing flat on the wall beside your head. Your moans now nothing but small sounds and high-pitched gasps. You focused back to him, the lazy smile which graced your face along with the beads of sweat building on your brow made Eren look at you in a way you sincerely believed you didn’t deserve. This went on for a while as you tried to find a proper response to his earlier statement.

“I may not be as charming as you my dearest,” You said as a particularly hard thrust made you bite your lower lip, you released a controlled breath before continuing, “However, I find it harder and harder to find anything bad in you, baby. In the beginning it was your jealously, vanity, and god were you kind of air-headed.”

Your laugh was cut short as Eren hitched your leg up and put the back of your knee comfortably on the bend of his elbow. You were at a higher height, almost at level with his eyes and from this angle, he felt deeper than before.

“Oh, God!” You sighed out, Eren’s smile wicked as you continued to try and explain while also trying not to let the way his abdomen was pressing hard into your swollen belly bother you, “It was also the way you were so possessive; I couldn’t even talk to your former comrades to plan your birthday party without you wanting to claim me in front of them.”

“Porco kept checking you out,” Eren argued in a rushed tone as he kept sinking into your heat. Your bodies were getting clammy and at this point the sweat was creating a thick feeling in the air, the limited space not helping how dizzy your pussy was making him feel, “Let’s not forget how he takes any chance to press against your ass.”

“He wants to lift my baby bump…” You pouted, trailing off. You loved Porco, he was a sweetheart underneath the cold exterior and his smile was so rare but handsome. The times you encouraged him to put aside his obvious distrust and dislike to Reiner and Eren were not usually successful, but he always listened intently and thanked you for your concern.

A particular thrust made you groan in pleasure, your hips attempting to move to meet your husband’s and the kiss he left on your lips seemed to steal your breath for a moment.

“Plus…” You continued, arms wrapping around Eren’s neck, “I like how he always brings me a small gift, he’s not the most vocal with his feelings. I feel his love though, especially through his hand kisses.”

Eren’s thrusts had become slow midway through you all’s odd conversation, it wasn’t unnatural for you all to talk while having sex but seeing as you two were supposed to be quick really made you question your lack of skill for being mindful of a time and place for such things. You raised an eyebrow with a playful smile doting your lips at Eren’s change in pattern.

The way Eren suddenly stopped thrusting, eyebrows coming down together and lips turning into a sneer made your own smile fall away. Your hand brushed his cheek, cupping it into the small palm of your hand as you searched his eyes for an answer at his sudden attitude change.

“He kisses you?” You flinched before he even said it, a knowing feeling that what he was about to say would undoubtedly upset you.

“Is there any guy we know that you’re not trying to fuck?”

You couldn’t stop the sharp sting that went through your chest, your arms losing grip on your husband as you leaned back and slumped against the wall for support. Your hands fell to his chest, he was still holding you up but you felt weak. You knew him better than anyone, he had only ever spoken to you like that in bed when degrading you when consent was shared, and maybe twice during the earlier stages of your relationship before you made your standards and expectations from him clear. He had then quickly learned that unless insults would be followed with moans and dirty sex, Eren was never to disrespect you and cross emotional boundaries. This was maybe the first time in your marriage where Eren said such a blatant insult, you had heard him use this language with his comrades and friends, even his brother Zeke and him quarreled with words, but never had he used such attitude towards you. Not even when he discovered Levi’s tongue down your throat, he had made a show of groping you, but it was a kink of yours and him saying he was willing to work it out made you glow in awe of your husband. Now, with this happening you questioned whether he meant it at all or if he had repressed his true feelings this entire time. Had he really meant the confession he uttered so beautifully just ten minutes ago? Was Porco the breaking point? Did he even really trust you? Did he see you in such a shameful light?

“Put me down…” You mumbled out, body shaking as you attempted to hold back the tears beginning to brim your eyes. Seeing this made Eren snap out of the cloudy dumbass haze he was in, breath taken in sharply as he tried to lighten the situation he put you both in.

“Shit, baby. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. It slipped out.” He tried to get you to meet his eyes, he was still buried inside of you and he began to thrust up again, your eyes fluttering at the sensation, but when a single tears managed to escape each corner of your eyes, he felt his own heart shatter.

“Please, just…stop.” You weakly pushed at his shoulder, you felt him kiss every part of your crown and the tip of your nose. You let him, not really having the energy to react but not denying that the sex was still good. Eren knew your body best, you two always found a way to mold into each other and reach a high unattainable with anyone else. Even now as you couldn’t conjure up a sense of love for him, your pussy clenched his length in your tell sign.

Eren didn’t listen to your weak command, continuing his movements and urging you to come but you felt detached. Your heart wasn’t into it, but your body reacted to him in the way he was familiar with. His hips clashed harder and faster, the hand against the wall moving to your neck where he gripped you just below the jaw, his heavy pants fanned across your face and he watched you, and how the tears were nothing but dried streaks on your cheeks now. Your eyes were looking up and away from him, focusing on the pleasure he was giving, you thought of Levi and his gentle kisses, his touches so light as if he were afraid to break you and for a moment you wondered if that were already the case. Thinking of Levi and the broadness of his back made you close your eyes, his long, elegant fingers could probably reach and tease places you were unable to before, and the way his shirts always stuck to the right places had you open your mouth in a pant. For the following moments you wondered how fucking him would feel like, grey eyes glinting and a small smile that was reserved just for you shining as he would watch you ride him. Levi was no doubt a virgin and the idea of being his first was as thrilling as it was sinful, maybe you truly were damned. You were fucking your husband in a church—granted a shitty homophobic church—angry at him and heavily pregnant with his child and all you could think of is his former captain whom you’ve began an affair with. You felt a sense of sadness at the unmistakable rift Eren just created, but you also felt a comfort at knowing you could confide in Levi. You felt anger bubble, eyes looked at your husband and you brought his face closer to yours, eyes firmly on his lips and remembering all the times he’s kissed, bitten, sucked, and licked with that mouth. You didn’t want to come for him, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of truly being the only one who knew how to fuck you just right. For a moment this anger turned to a wickedness and you imagined fucking his captain in a way that would make Eren cry of jealousy, you took it a further step and imagined fucking Porco, letting him take you in the position Eren claimed he loved so much.

Porco was handsome, hell, he was sexy. He looked and acted as if he knew his way in bed, and he towered over you height and stature, but not in the way your husband did. Porco was average height and build, he did have rough hands and you let yourself imagine him spanking your ass so hard, the welt would be felt for days after. Your pussy clamped down harder and Eren groaned, snapping you back into focus. That anger festered, and you imagined Jean next. Eren’s enemy turned friend, you imagined how his height would be a disadvantage at first but how he would be kind enough to let you bring him to his knees and find a meal between your legs. You gasped, shaking your head in discomfort as you had way too much respect for Jean’s wife to think of her husband in such a way.

You thought of Reiner, Erwin, hell you even thought of Zeke and Pieck and how gutted Eren would look if he walked in on you taking his brother’s dick rearranging your guts as Pieck sat on your face and let you bury your tongue in her pretty pussy. Your thoughts were betraying your mood, and you wanted nothing more but to come, but knowing that your husband would believe it was all him annoyed you beyond understanding.

Your dearest husband still managed to coax an orgasm from you, but when you looked to the side with your eyes closed and barely parted your lips to let out a shaky moan, Eren knew how badly he fucked up. You had only ever done that twice before, and one led to a two week break in the early stages of your relationship while the other had made Eren take a weeklong trip out of the country for work duties to give you space. Both times were fucking painful and both times filled Eren with anxiety at the thought of you deciding to truly be done with him. This time was different, you were both married and expecting a child. You might ignore him for a while and give him the cold shoulder, but you would eventually get over it and forgive him…right?

He wasn’t sure what to do, you had already come but he was still chasing his own release. You became almost pliant in his arms, and he tried to get you to tell him what you wanted from him.

“That was cute,” He said so softly that you almost didn’t hear him. “Angel looks so pretty when she comes for me.”

Your eyes opened slowly, still staring to the side and you genuinely felt nothing at his words. The kisses he trailed along your neck and jaw received no words or noises and your husband became impatient.

“Say you love me, baby.” He asked as he kept his rhythm going, you were quiet and Eren wasn’t having it. He pressed more into you, you back digging into the wood and your small yelp was met with concerned eyes, but he made no move to back away.

“You’re hurting my back,” You finally said, “The baby…”

As you trailed off, your husband backed off enough, but his thrusts seemed to become desperate.

“Say it, come on.” He beckoned and you again gave him nothing, the impatience was rolling off him in waves and you acted on impulse, anger bubbling over as your husband who acted so moronically threw off whatever balance you had within you. You gave him what he wanted, with a twist of your own.

You could say you regretted the moment the palm of your hand struck his cheek, or the moment his entire head turned with the force, or even the growing redness on the smooth skin that would undoubtedly make it swell. It would be a lie though. Instead, you felt his thrill as you leaned forward and met his ear with your lips before saying so clearly,

“I love you, Eren.”

You weren’t sure what you expected, maybe for him to slap you right back, but when he met you with eyes wide and that glint of admiration shining through them you were completely baffled. Eren seemed to switch roles, his movement suddenly rapid and short, like a bunny bouncing with fever.

“Again,” He suddenly muttered, “Punish me, do it again.”

You could only gape at him, the turn of events was giving you a whiplash feeling but the following minutes were filled with you punishing Eren, you slapped him again, you pulled his hair, you scratched his neck so hard the red lines were apparent on his tan skin, each time was followed with words proclaiming your love for him. Eventually, Eren bite down on the spot where your neck met you shoulder, your dress had been tugged down and the sweat was unbearable. You felt as he came, the warmth that splashed against your walls made you feel full and the way the liquid trickled down as he pulled out rooted you back to reality. Your underwear was placed back to it’s original position, and Eren helped set you back on your feet, your hip bone momentarily protesting as it felt it had been hours since you were standing upright.

A kiss was given to your cheek, when Eren tried to meet your lips, you looked down. He felt hurt over the rejection, kissing the top of your head, instead. After he tucked himself back into his slacks and fixed his collar, he ensured you were okay. Tucking a loose curl back into place, he let out a deep sigh and grabbed your hand, which usually would be responded with a squeeze and entanglement of fingers. Instead, you seemed to not notice or care that he was touching you, and Eren grew uneasy. He opened the door, stepping out first with you not far. You both only made it a few steps before a gravely voice spoke aloud and scared the both of you,

“Excuse me, what were you two doing? The Confessional is one person at a time and to relieve yourselves of sins.” The old man looked like the embodiment of death. His gray hair was nearly translucent, and his cheeks were hollowed in, the bones framing his eyes so vividly apparent you felt a sharp kick of discomfort on your side.

“It’s okay,” Eren smiled, “We’re married.”

You said nothing to the man, you felt your face in a permanent grimace and you finally looked around the chapel, noting the large archways and long pews. At the forefront was what you assumed their figure of worship, the large statue foreboding and scary looking. Eren pulled you away, hand gripping your hand firmly and the brush against the back of your hand with his thumb would have been a comfort were it not for the mood you were in. How quickly the air between the two of you shifted was starting to give you whiplash again, these past few months it was often you who started the petty arguments, and your pregnant tantrums were mostly cute in Eren’s eyes. This, however, was all on him and he knew it. He hadn’t fucked up this badly since the entire Jean accident, if you were sensitive before he could only imagine how fragile you were now. Your silence was deafening to his ears, the blood still drumming in them was almost painful. He snuck a glance towards you, your eyes were looking straight ahead, mouth downturned but not necessarily in a frown. Your look of indifference was masking your true feelings and it then pained him realizing that he couldn’t read your emotions.

The walk was short as you returned to the reception, your mood growing a bit lighter as you realized you would be back with Levi soon. You hoped that you fucking your husband wouldn’t gnaw at him, he voiced so many times that sex wasn’t what he was seeking with you and it was in actuality your love and care. A seed of doubt sprouted as you recalled that Eren had said some similar words before. Could Levi be lying too?

“My angel,” You heard, you turned to look at Eren, he was still the most beautiful man in the world to you, but you couldn’t stop the feeling of apathy towards him, “Can we talk about what happened? I can’t stand you being angry with me.”

“I’m not angry, Eren.” You sighed out as you shook his head, “We will talk about this tomorrow.”

You had let go of his hand, moving forward and stopping when you heard him quietly utter,

“I love you, Mrs. Yeager.”

You didn’t stand there for long, your voice not once quivering despite how hard you were shaking as you replied, “I know.”

He was left standing at the entrance, watching as you approached you all’s table, body turning as you were obviously searching for some and grinning widely as your eyes settled on the dance floor. He followed your gaze, watching as Levi danced with the flower girl, the difference in height apparent as he hunched. You approached him, touching his shoulder, and leaning up to kiss his cheek. Eren wasn’t sure what to feel as Levi wrapped an arm around you, the little flower girl didn’t seem to appreciate how swiftly she lost her dancing partner and she stood pouted and staring. You gestured back to her, pointing to the table, and possibly letting Levi know you’d be waiting for him.

Levi pondered, telling you to hold on for a moment before crouching down and meeting the small girl’s eyes. She had black straight hair, eyes unmistakably doe-like even from where Eren was standing and skin tone like yours. For a moment, Eren couldn’t help but take a step back in shock. He was confused when the little girl began to bounce on her feet, arms reaching up as she smiled widely and Levi hoisted her up into his arms, he shifted her onto one side, securing her arms around his neck and she fit perfectly in the crook of his elbow. With his other arm now free, he held it out to you and the entire time you watched with a look of absolute adoration. The three of you swayed together to the somewhat slow song in the back. One hand laid on his shoulder as the other was on also holding the little girl up by her back. She was now over both your heights, and she giggled as she laid her head on Levi’s who in turn laid his forehead on top of yours.

The three of you looked like a family, and Eren was trying to make sense of the feeling within him. He stayed rooted in that spot for the remainder of the dance and he knew tomorrow would be filled with endless discussions, he wasn’t sure what he felt more, anxiety or impatience. Maybe both.

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