#yelena aot x fem!reader

[azelmawrites]

Me & The Devil // Ch.1

Summary: Your life couldn't get any worse. You tried to convince yourself that you had hit rock bottom, but that was before you ran into trouble on your first day at the abbey, where you were meant to train and become a devout nun. Instead, you find yourself making a deal with the Devil on your very first day.

Warnings: demon!yelena, fem!reader, reader is black coded, religious themes, lesbian sex, religious trauma, period-typical homophobia. Please note that I am neither a fluent English speaker nor a Catholic. I do not intend to offend any religion or its followers. Any portrayal of religious themes is purely fictional and not meant to disrespect anyone's beliefs

For as long as you gained consciousness you believed you were rotten. Sure, your father was a simple religious man and he sent you off to an abbey to become god’s most dedicated nun, but you never felt pure. For as long as you can remember, you felt like there was a layer of grime on your soul and skin that you can’t get rid of by simply scrubbing.

It’s possibly why you felt so envious of Sister Catherine.

You’d only been at the abbey for three hours, and already, you envied her and wished to be like her. From the strands visible beneath her veil, her hair appeared blonde, straight, and perfectly neat. Ontop of her beauty, she was very sociable and kind.

“After morning prayer we take turns to prepare meals. The more senior nuns do not participate in chores like the rest of us, since you’re new you will possibly be given the task of fetching water, sweeping, laundry as well,” She says, her gentle voice echoing slightly against the stone walls of the long corridor.

People at this age and time don’t show kindness, and as much as the church tried to preach otherwise—the class system still exists everywhere, even in this abbey. If you came from a good family, then you were welcome and popular. You clearly weren’t, the frayed threads in your sleeves, and the patch on your leather bag told everyone what they needed to know before you uttered a single word.

Sister Catherine continues, finally reaching the end of the hallway. “Thankfully, we each get our own rooms. This is yours.” She tells you, then opens the door and you smell the dust before you see it.

The room was small, and you knew it could be considered a broom closet if it were a few centimeters smaller.

She allows you to enter it first, so you do, and set your leather bag on the small wooden desk.

“I and the other junior nuns tried to clean it, but for some reason we couldn’t get the smell of the dust away,” she said, entering after you inside the tight room. You can tell that the room was hastily cleaned, it still needed another sweep and clean and you decided you would do it later.

“I can lend you my scented candle, if you would like so you can sleep peacefully tonight. The smell of the dust is truly prominent.” Sister Catherine tells you as you sit on the tight bed.

“Thank you, Sister Catherine. I will take you up on your offer, if you don’t mind.” You say, and turn to look at her with a smile. She grins back, “I would be happy to, I will give it to you right after we finish evening prayers.”

She then takes three steps back, and is out of your room. “I’ll let you get changed now, after you’re done make sure you go to the kitchens so Sister Margret tells you what’s your chore for today,” she stops to smile and wave her hand as if to reassure you of any worries you might have, “Don’t worry, your first task will possibly be peeling potatoes for supper, or maybe gathering firewood.”

You nod once only, already feeling a little tired from the constant returning of her smiles. “Alright. Thank you for everything Sister Catherine, I’ll see you around.”

She grins and then walks away just seconds before you shut the door.

You look around the tight room. It’s void from any personality, and you knew that if the sun wasn’t coming from the small window this room would’ve looked even tighter, and more ominous. You sigh before you open the window and allow fresh air to come inside.

The room faces the forest behind the abbey. The thick trees are so tall, and so terrifying even in the morning. Although the metal bars on the small window should’ve made you feel like a prisoner, you were glad that they were there, at least to offer you some kind of faux comfort at night as you knew your imagination would run wild at the thoughts of what sort of creatures would enter your tight cuboid-shaped room.

There’s no key in the door for you to lock your room, and that fact alone makes you quickly change out of your tattered dress and into the neat and ironed habit. You then work in taking out of your things and setting them on their respective places in the already too-minimalist room.

A comb and brush, a bottle of hair oil, a needle kit, undergarments, a bar of soap and a washcloth, two equally ugly dresses. You set your bible and rosary beads on your night stand. Then your most prized possessions, a journal and a pencil that you stole from your father before being banished to this abbey.

You realize fifteen minutes pass, and so you quickly exit your room and try to remember the corridors Sister Catherine took to reach the kitchens.

It was clear that you were late, and were made to be even later with you getting lost several times; as when you stumble into the kitchen, you’re greeted with a frowny woman. Her full face and constant frown almost reminding you of a frog.

This had to be Sister Margret.

“You are late,” she says when you finally reach her, then she turns around and walks towards a counter with piles of potatoes. Sister Catherine was correct, your first task was to peel insane amounts of potatoes. There is another nun, with her sleeves pushed to her elbows and working on peeling carrots, she acknowledges you with one short look, but quickly looks away before Sister Margret catches her.

“This is Sister Andrea,” she introduces, a pale dark-haired woman. Sister Andrea formally acknowledges you with a slight bow of her head. “The task is easy enough, but if you manage to mess it up, I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to ‘help’ you.”

Without any further notice, Sister Margret walks away. Possibly to the front of the kitchen as if she’s surveying the nuns like a watchdog.

“Peace of the lord be with you, Sister Andrea.” You greet with a slight polite bow of your head.

“And with your spirit, Sister (Y/N).” She returns.

Then you fold your sleeves and take the potatoes and a knife and begin peeling. It’s very quiet between you and Sister Andrea, until another younger nun walks inside looking quite frazzled.

“You’re severely late, Sister Annabeth. You’re begging for more chores at this point.” Margret says with a glare.

Though Annabeth looks frazzled, her stare gains confidence as she stares at Margret with a belittling stare while fixing the buttons of her sleeves. “I was at Afternoon prayer with Father Peter.”

Margret doesn’t respond for a few long moments. The two simply seem to be in a staring contest. It’s Margret who looks away first, she exhales and says. “Go do your task, I need to speak with Sister Jocelyn.”

Then the two finally part ways.

“Where were you before coming here?” Sister Andrea asks.

You glance at her, to find her staring at you while her fingers are expertly peeling the carrots. “Um. I used to work at my father’s bakery.”

“What about siblings?” She asks, still watching you with her analytical grey eyes.

“None, I had a younger sister who died during birth, along with my mother.” You say, rinsing the peeled potato and throwing it in the pot.

“I’m sorry.” Andrea tells you. “I am an older sister myself, so I shall consider you my younger sister.” she says with a smile that looks slightly fake.

You return it. “I’m thankful for that.” you tell her.

“Since I am your older sister now, I shall offer you some of my wise advice.” She says, and for the first time since you entered the kitchen she stops peeling the carrots. She glances at Annabeth and whispers, “you shall never cross Sister Annabeth and Sister Catherine if you want to live your days here in peace.”

You open your mouth to speak, but she continues. “You shall never leave your room after the candles are blown out.”

Her stare is sharp and her tone is so serious, your heart drums and your stomach freezes with fear that you knew all too well. She was serious, and her tone allowed for no room for humor. So, you nodded.

By evening prayer, you find yourself forgetting Andrea’s words. That, or Sister’s Catherine bubbly personality allows you to toss Andrea’s words into the backburner. She walks you to your room with her cedar-scented candle between your palms.

When you enter your room, she follows you and lights up the candle for you with a match borrowed from the kitchen.

“I’ll make sure not to use even a quarter of it. Thank you, again, Sister Catherine.” You tell her, then lean in to take a whiff of the fragrance of the candle.

The girl grins and says, “Don’t you worry, it’s a welcome gift from me to you. I have much of it.”

You almost want to ask her how she has an abundance of scented candles. They were quite expensive, especially the kind that were made by beeswax like the one she lent you. But you don’t ask, and blame it on her coming from a good family, unlike you.

“That’s a beautiful journal.” Catherine says, her fingers running the black leather of your journal. You want to be as kind as she was to you, and tell her that she may have your journal. It would make her very happy, and would certainly make you closer to the sociable girl.

But unlike her, you couldn’t afford to give away things. Your journal was your most treasured possession, so treasured you didn’t even write one letter in it. With that, you only offer her a tight smile.

Catherine leaves after bidding you goodnight. You immediately remove your habit, and hastily untie your corset, and only remain in your shift. You pour a little bit of water in the basin and lather your hands with soap, desperate to rid yourself from the constant grime on your hands and hoping that it would somehow remove the grime on your soul. When you’re done, you wash your face with fresh water. You make do off wetting the washcloth with water, and wipe your most worrisome places.

After rinsing your washcloth, you toss the used water outside the window and set your basin back on its place.

You pick up your Bible from the small wooden table next to your bed, fingers brushing over the worn leather cover. You don’t necessarily feel the pull to read, but it’s the best way to pass the time as you wait for the cedar-scented candle to fill the room with its calming fragrance. The soft flicker of the flame catches your attention, and you settle into the small chair beside the window, opening the pages to a random spot.

As the candle burns softly beside you, the stillness of the room feels comforting as it is suffocating. You find yourself praying that the days will pass quickly, that you’ll adjust, and that the sense of unfamiliarity will fade.

When you’re happy with the wax that had melted around the candle, and the scent in your room, you finally shut your bible, and close your window halfway—just open enough to allow fresh air to enter your room, but not too big to allow squirrels or birds to enter.

Finally, you blow on the candle, and quickly jump into your new bed.

But despite your efforts to settle in, sleep refuses to come. The bed feels unfamiliar, the thin sheets not quite warm enough against the chill that lingers in the air. You toss and turn for what feels like hours, the sound of the forest too loud and too scary for your liking.

If your body refuses to sleep, then so does your mind as it is running with recollections of today. Your commute was long and excruciating, and your last goodbye—if you could even call it that, as he refused to look you in your face as you left. Then to how Sister Margret was horrible, and her even wrose actual sister, Sister Magdalene.

You liked Catherine, despite you both being the same age, you couldn’t feel more different than her. She was better than you in many aspects. Not only in her desired wasted beauty in this abbey, you knew that if she was in the city that men would be at her peck and call if she batted her pretty long eyelashes. She was more sociable, more bubbly, more smiley, more helpful, even more pious than anyone you’ve known in your whole entire life.

Sister Annabeth was as pretty, only she was brunette, her eyes sharp and dark. But her personality was nasty, she had an air of nasty untouchable arrogance. To your surprise, Annabeth and Catherine could not stand each other. But whatever it was, you were on Catherine’s side.

You didn’t particularly enjoy Father Peter’s scripture reading. His voice was too gruff and too loud, and it echoed all over the chapel, it was ticking and irritating your ear the whole time. You couldn’t even be more grateful that he finished reading.

Finally, you give up. The idea of sleep seems futile for now. Maybe a walk would help clear your head, tire your body. The thought of fresh air, the cool night breeze, and the quiet of the abbey grounds seem like just the remedy you need. And besides, you never really got a chance to appreciate the beauty of the abbey in the sunlight, not with Sister Margret looming over you.

You leave your room as quietly as possible, the hallway dimly illuminated by the moonlight shining from the windows. Like you got lost many times today, you also kept getting lost in this night. This property by itself was very large, it’s why it even managed to give every nun their own private room.

You walk without a purpose, having no real sense of where you're going, the vastness of the abbey's halls confusing you at every turn.

Your feet bring you to a small alcove where the door to a broom closet is slightly ajar. Through the crack in the door, you catch a flicker of soft light—candlelight, flickering in the dimness of the closet.

Curious, you inch closer, your footsteps almost silent as you press your ear to the door. You can hear the faintest whisper of voices, soft but charged with something you can't quite make out. The air feels thick, as if something is amiss, the light from the candle casting shadows that make the space feel even more cramped and secretive.

Then, the faint sounds reach your ears—something too inappropriate for the setting, too intimate, too raw.

“Father please…” a familiar voice moans, and your eyes widen at that.

“Shut your loud mouth, or I will shut it for you.” Father Peter voice comes back in a gruff hiss.

You’re shocked, and you try your best to have faith in Sister Catherine. You want to continue having this pure image of her, you wanted to continue to envy her, to be her friend too. But you can’t help it when your greedy eyes come to stare at the small part between the door and it’s hinges.

Like you suspected, and much to your dismay.

There was Catherine, her shift hitched up to expose her thighs and her arms wrapped around Father Peter’s neck. She was humping onto his crotch. Your eyes widen even more, and you can’t help but let out a small shocked yelp, and in your movement at hiding your mouth and breath, the door hinges let out a scream.

Catherine and Father Peter stop, you don’t even wait to see what happens next as you immediately turn around and take off as fast as you could. Uncaring if your shift was flying and exposing your thighs, uncaring if your running footfalls were loud, you didn’t even turn once to see if they were following you.

Though as you take on a sharp corner, from your side view you see a bright light lighting the whole corridor. You run, and run. You don’t even stop as you find the exit door. Your breath comes in sharp, ragged bursts as you burst out into the garden, not giving a single care that you were barefoot and your feet were touching the outside mud and dirt.

The only thing that matters is escape.

Who knew what could someone as powerful as Father Peter could do to you? He wouldn’t want you to tattletale for the entire abbey, and allowing the news to reach all of the country.

Your running takes you into the forest behind the Abbey. You don’t even stop for a second.

You reach an abandoned house in the middle of the forest, looking like it must’ve been a lord’s country home, its crumbling facade barely standing against the weight of time. The door creaks open with a loud groan as you push it aside. You only needed it to offer you a place to hide, in case you were being followed.

Your heart still pounds in your chest as you run up the creaky stairs, the wooden steps groaning beneath your feet with every hurried step.

Bursting inside a room, with a fire place on it’s east wall, and a window adjacent to it. You quickly hide against the fire place and holding onto the windowsill with your shaky fingers.

Your chest heaves as you press your back against the wall and collapse to the floor, trying to calm your breath. The tears that have been threatening to spill finally do, and they blur your vision. You rise unsteadily and peer through the grime-covered glass.

Fortunately, there’s no movement in the forest. No light belonging to a cedar-scented candle ricocheting between the thick trees. You sigh in relief, then sit back against the wall and scoot closer to the fire place and away from the window—as if staying next to it would offer you a chance to hide yourself even better.

When your eyes shift onto the soot covered floor, it’s then when you notice the strange symbols on the floor beneath the fireplace. The eerie summoning circle, its lines worn and faint, stretches around you. Above the mantle, there are ominous offerings—It’s when you see a singular decaying human finger do your tears fall. Next to it is a jar filled of some unknown powder, and crystals so black and dark that nothing reflects from them, and a skull, that looked like it belonged to a human. A cold shiver runs down your spine.

When your tears drop onto the middle of the circle, its etched lines light up in an angry crimson that makes you sob in fear. Then the air grows so cold with sharp wind that’s slapping your face and body.

Your breath comes out in sharp, visible bursts, but it doesn’t warm you. The wind that has appeared from nowhere howls through the room, fierce and violent, ripping at your hair and clothes. It seems to be coming from all directions, swirling around you, pulling at your very core and immobilizing you from moving a single inch.

Eyes shut sharp, and lips open as you yell as loud as you can. Now, instead of wanting to hide from Father Peter and Catherine, you want to be found. Just so you can escape the prominent dark magic surrounding you.

All of a sudden, everything stops. The air is still, and you can’t hear a single sound at all. Not even the rustle of the leaves, or the hooting of the owls, or even the noise of the forest insects. Nothing. As if everything disappeared.

Yet, even with your eyes closed you can feel the wooden flooring beneath your legs and knees, and pinching into your palms. You’re too scared to open your eyes, the weight of silence is suffocating, pressing down on your body like the walls are closing on you.

You open one eye slowly to inspect first, and when you’re met with the sight of the ground, still covered with dust and soot, debris, and the summoning circle no longer pulsing with energy, it looks as lifeless as it was earlier, you open both of your eyes.

But you make the mistake of lifting your head. You’re met with glowing red eyes, you can’t distinguish the white from the colored part as the whole eye is red. They’re so captivating that you’re unable to look away.

Then, the mysterious figure comes out from the dark and their figure is illuminated by the fullmoon.

Large, imposing, and unafraid to take up space like you are. Skin as white as paper, hair so blonde its platinum, with large bat wings. It’s a woman, is what you settle on after analyzing everything about this demon.

She is the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen.

Her presence is overwhelming, like the very air around you has thickened, pressing against your chest with the weight of her gaze. Her eyes remain locked on you, unblinking, unyielding.

Her lips part and her smooth deep voice comes out, it vibrates within your chest and you even hear it in the deepest parts of your head. “You should not be here.”

You try to speak, but the words catch in your throat, swallowed by your fear of what she might do to you. The demon’s lips curl into a slight smirk, as though she can sense your terror, and deeply enjoying it.

“Speak, mortal. Or I shall eat your soul and torture your body for centuries and make you wish you were dead.”

Your lips shake, and your vocal cords betray you as your tears roll down your cheeks.

“You don’t look like you’ve been sent by that imbecile Peter…” she says, tilting her head slightly and coming closer to you to claw your jaw. “I demand you to speak.”

“N-no, Father Peter didn’t send me here…” you say, gulping your throat and feeling how hot her skin is against your face.

“Then why are you here?” Her hold on your jaw tightens, and it hurts so much.

“I saw something I shouldn’t have at the abbey, so I ran away so I don’t get caught and get kicked out. Or I get sent back to my father.” You answer, then wipe your tears as she stares at you.

“You are a creature filled with fear, aren’t you?” she says, you expected her to smirk after that. But she only watches you with curiosity. As if you’re the enigma in this situation.

The demon releases your jaw, and you instinctively shrink, holding the sore spot where her sharp claws had gripped you. Her glowing red eyes narrow as she observes you.

“Fear… and something else,” she murmurs, her voice lower, almost contemplative. “You reek of desperation, mortal. A coward’s stench, yes, but also something more... raw.”

You swallow hard, unsure whether to respond or stay silent. Her words sting, but there’s no denying the truth in them.

“Tell me,” she continues, circling you now, her wings casting ominous shadows on the wall, it’s then that you realize she has thirty shadows and none of them walk in the same direction as she does, it’s like they’re coming from everywhere. “What is it you fear more—being cast out by those simpering fools you call sisters, or returning to the man who made you this weak?”

Your heart pounds as her words cut deep, exposing the very thoughts you’ve been trying to bury since your arrival at the abbey.

“Both,” you manage to croak, surprising even yourself. Her gaze snaps to yours, her glowing eyes narrowing dangerously.

“Lies,” she hisses, her voice a sharp whip against your ears. “Do not insult me, mortal. I can see into the marrow of your being.” She leans in, her hot breath brushing against your face. “So, I’ll ask you once more—what do you fear the most?”

You tremble, your knees threatening to give way beneath you. The truth claws its way up your throat, and before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“Being sent to my father,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

“Why is that?” she asks, once again circling you.

“Because he said if he sees me again, he will strip me naked and burn me at the stake.” You say as your tears spill and a gasp is plucked from your chest as the telltale of a crying fit comes out.

“So, you are a witch?” she asks with slight amusement.

“No.” You say, your tears blur your vision as you try to meet her gaze.

She stops, and crouches to your level but you still find yourself looking up at her. “So, what are you?”

You look down at the floor in shame. Your tears now coming out in millions and thousands, and wetting the floor beneath you that you can’t even decipher if it’s your urine or simply your tears. Before you can begin sobbing loudly, she claws at your jaw again and bellows so loud, “Speak!”

Flinching at her thunderous command, the sheer force of it rattling your very core, you mutter. “He caught me kissing my friend from school…she was a girl.”

“Oh.” she lets out a mocking sound. Her eyes were so condescending, it was clear that she thought mortals were below here and humans were the vermin of the earth. But your words must’ve made her feel even more disgusted at humans.

“So you are a sapphic.” she concludes, and your face heats up from shame and your hatred at yourself even more intense.

Why couldn’t you be like Sister Catherine? Even if she wasn’t as pure as you thought, at least she was normal. She wasn’t broken like you.

You want to be able to wallow away in your shame and humiliation by yourself, without having a demon making you feel even worse than you feel. Or at least be allowed to stare at anything but her fierce crimson eyes.

“When I think humans can’t even be more backward and primitive, you find ways to prove me wrong.” She says with a laugh that invites nothing good. Your crying grows even more intense, with your chest convulsing as you sob.

She narrows her eyes, “is that all that worries you, little mortal?” she says it as if the matter of you being burned alive and humiliated is nothing. Like it’s a children’s concern.

Your tears slip into her hand that is gripping your jaw, and she must hate it as her large yet slender fingers come to wipe your tears. “There…there… little cowardly mortal.”

Sniffing as you stare at her with wide eyes. “Luckily for you, I am not like those primitive humans,” whispers, and her grip on your jaw turns gentle. Her other hand comes to hold your hand and help you stand up to your full height—which is still much smaller than her.

You find yourself lost in her mesmerizing gaze, an inexplicable sense of solace washing over your heart and soul at her words.

“Shall I take it upon myself to rid you of all your little troubles?” Her offer is gentle, inviting, and warm.

This time, you feel her voice in your heart. As if it’s embracing your fragile heart. You open your lips to respond.

“But of course, I’ll need something in return.” she whispers, her thumb rubbing your cheek. You find yourself wanting to agree without even wanting to know what is it she wants. You just want to please her, and do anything she says.

“You see…that ungrateful Peter summoned me centuries ago. He wanted to remain youthful, and a mortal for three centuries, I would grant him all the money he wants, and give him all the women he desires, in exchange for his soul after that period…that was four centuries ago.” she explains, yet you find yourself captivated by the way her lips move, and the way her pearly white fangs appear. Though, you find yourself wanting to feel those fangs against your skin.

She smirks as you nod attentively at her words. “He is hiding behind that abbey, the stones are infused with salt so I cannot enter inside. He also wears a silver cross necklace,” she stops to tuck in a curly hair strand behind your ear, and it’s then that you remember you basically left your room half naked, with simply a shift covering your body.

“I want you to make him take off the necklace, and lure him outside of the abbey. When you do, think my name three times and I will come and finish him off.” She finishes, now both of her hands cupping your face. She’s so close that your bare breasts are flat against the hardness of her clothes.

“What’s your name?” you ask, your voice only a layer above a whisper.

She smirks, leaning down and pulling you even closer so she can whisper in your ear. So no one else can hear besides you—not like there was anyone, but it still made the prominent wetness between your legs run down your thighs.

“Yelena, my name is Yelena. Sweet cowardly little mortal.”

When you think of your agreement to her deal with constant nodding, that sharp icy cold breeze returns once again, this time it’s gentle, like soft kisses filling your body.

[violentvaleska]

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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

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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. 

[hangesfavles]

Kitties and Compromises

4.3k words. nonbinary hange x fem reader, but readers gender is only mentioned twice.

Summary: Hange really wants a cat, and you don’t. On your way to work one day, you hear a distant meowing in a sewer drain.

No warnings btw! This is sfw and just fluffy <3

a/n!: hi! i don’t usually write fanfics. this is actually my first time seriously sitting down and trying to write a fic, but i was inspired by an experience that happened to me fairly recently!! i’m not sure if i’ll write any more fanfiction, but if y’all like my writing you can send in a request, but i can’t promise it’ll be done quickly 😓 i’ll probably only write wlw, nblw, or nblnb! as for characters, i’d be interested in writing for hange, yelena (from aot), moira o’deorain, junker queen, chloe price, or hazel callahan! also ik not that many people will probably see this, but if you like hange fanfics puh LEASE check out @abbyslev on tumblr and @sweetgirl_r on ao3! bc i love their works and they’ve both indirectly inspired me so much! pls read their work its amazing <3 cross posted on tumblr and ao3, pls don’t steal my writing btw :3

What were the odds of something like this happening to you? ​​Hange simply must’ve been manifesting this into the universe. The day started just like any other, waking up in the morning next to your spouse, Hange. You always wake up before them, reluctant to leave the warm comfort of Hange’s embrace. Even when they’re asleep they find ways to be clingy, whether that be trapping your body against their own as they cage you with their arms or simply latching onto your back and nuzzling your hair, it always makes mornings that much harder. You always admire their sleeping face before leaving your shared bed; Their peaceful expression and lack of their usual eyepatch reminds you how much they trust you. You groggily slip out of their arms, eliciting their normal whimpers and sleepy pleas for you to rejoin them. You kiss their cheek, not even bothering to respond to their words. You know they won’t remember their words or your own regardless. You get yourself dressed in your boring, formal work attire required for your office job. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you head to the bathroom first. You grab your toothbrush from the holder, smiling as you do so. The sight of Hange’s toothbrush next to your own always makes your heart flutter. Despite having lived with them for quite some time, you always fall victim to the butterflies in your stomach when you see your items mixed with their own. Simple things, like their “Best teacher” mug gifted to them by one of their students next to your plastic and faded Hello Kitty cup you’ve had since childhood, or your coat hanging on the same rack as theirs.

Your next stop is the kitchen. You always make lunch for yourself as well as Hange the night before, otherwise they’ll skip lunch entirely or on rare occasion buy fast food. It never bothers you, though. You love being able to do nice things for them. You know they appreciate it, because they send sweet ‘thank you’ messages along with a photo of them eating it every day without fail. Seeing their smile while eating the food you prepared specifically for them makes your effort completely worth it. You grab your food, placing it into your bag.

The third and final place you head towards is the living room. You grab your laptop- previously discarded- from the coffee table and place it in your bag as well. You groan softly with annoyance as you remember how Hange had distracted you last night from finishing a particularly long assignment from your boss. You had been working diligently for a few hours before Hange arrived home, demanding attention from you. You can’t even blame yourself, because how could you say no to your loving spouse’s puppy eyes? Not to mention the fact they had also enticed you by offering to watch a new movie with you until it was time to make dinner. That’s another action that never fails to make your heart beat faster in your chest. They make dinner while you prepare tomorrow’s lunch, always on the counter closest to them. You sigh as you think about the fact you’ll have a little bit of extra work to do while you leave the house and enter your car to drive to work.

Hange loves you. Everything about you, and anything that comes with you. They love your day-to-day routine, never growing bored even when doing monotonous tasks and chores. Things they had hated previously have magically become more interesting, like grocery shopping or doing laundry. But even so, something felt… missing. They were 100% sure this feeling has nothing to do with the love they have for you, or the love you have for them. They undeniably and unconditionally love you, otherwise they wouldn’t have proposed to you. They knew early on into your relationship that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you by their side. Because of this, they want to have a family with you. Neither of you had been particularly fond of the idea of having children- at least, not yet. Having a child is a lot of work, as well as an incredibly big time and financial commitment. They want a cat. They knew that they wanted a pet cat before they had even moved out of their parents’ house… However, they also knew that you were against the idea. They’ve been begging for the past few months about how badly they want to adopt one, only to be shut down by you, saying how expensive it would be to buy one, as well as the essentials for it: a collar, carrier, grooming supplies, litter box, litter, a scooper, toys, food bowls, food in general, as well as occasional vet visits. Between both of your jobs, you and Hange live comfortably. If the two of you agreed to cut back on recreational spending, they were sure buying a pet was within reason, but they knew you didn’t want to. You enjoyed being able to go on nice dates with them on occasion, to the movies, aquarium, dinner, art museums, and sometimes you even do escape rooms together. They also savor the dates you go on together, but that doesn’t stop them from asking you at least twice a week if you’ve warmed up to the idea of owning a cat. Spoiler alert, you haven’t. So imagine their surprise when they receive a video call from you in the middle of class, revealing you holding a dirty, gray kitten with one hand.

Really, what were the odds of this happening? After getting out of your car when you arrived at the office building, you hear loud, high-pitched cries coming out of a nearby sewer. Your kind heart wouldn’t and couldn’t ignore it. You follow the sound, crouching in front of the drain, that’s when you see it. The tiniest kitten you’ve ever laid eyes on, seemingly trapped at the bottom of a sewer drain. You jog as fast as your heels can take you, alerting your boss about the situation, telling him you’ll clock in as soon as you can help the poor thing. He graciously allows you to do so, a perk of being a dedicated manager. You jog back towards the drain, kneeling down to look at the kitten again. You were sure if you called the cops that they would take hours to show up, if at all. Instead, you search for the phone number of your local fire department.

Saving this goddamn cat was a long process. Who knew removing the cover of a drain would take so long? It had taken over two hours to remove the cover, and then another forty five minutes to lure the kitten close enough for the firefighter to grab. The kitten was left in your care after it was safely removed from the drain. Luckily, it was dry except for its paws. You were considering what you should do at this moment. The kitten doesn’t seem to have a collar, and you can see a few fleas crawling around on its back. You realize that you simply can’t place it on the ground to roam free once more, what if it’s hungry? What if it gets hurt or stuck again? You’re not sure you would be able to sleep at night knowing you abandoned the cat. You figure you should first and foremost take it to the vet to see if it possibly has an owner who microchipped it. Before doing so, you decide to do what any rational person would do, call Hange. You feel bad for bothering Hange when you know that they’re working, but you wanted to tell them what you’ve dealt with for the past three hours.

When Hange feels the vibration of their phone in their pocket, illuminating from your call, they know that they should answer. They hold their phone in their hand before glancing around their classroom, the eyes of their students peering at them curiously. They chuckle nervously. “...Ah, pardon me for a minute! My wife is calling me. Feel free to chatter while I’m away, just be sure to keep it down, okay?” They give the class an awkward thumbs up and a matching smile. They aren’t sure if you’ve ever called them while they were working, and they feel a pang of worry as they step out of their classroom and into the hallway to answer the call.

The look on their face was priceless. Their eye widens a little with confusion, their lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but they clearly have trouble finding the words. You speak before they do, explaining briefly how you heard the kitten crying, the amount of time it took to save the small creature, and how you plan to take it to a vet to see if it has an owner. After you’re finished speaking, Hange is quick to ask you “Can we keep it if it doesn’t have a chip? C’mon, pretty please? This opportunity is perfect! We won’t have to pay hundreds of dollars to adopt one, we just gotta cover the essentials!” They beg you, barely even stopping for breath as they plead quickly. “I don’t know, Han… Let me take it to the vet first. I’ll let you know what happens from there.”

Hange has been on the edge of their seat all day. You’ve been sending them updates, albeit slowly, considering the kitten is being tested for multiple things, like parasites, ear and eye infections, and other long term health conditions like feline leukemia. What they know so far is that the kitten is- according to the vet- probably a girl, not microchipped, and the poor thing is infested with fleas. You had mentioned to Hange that the vet said it’s a little bit early to tell if she’s really a girl, but that she currently looks like one. Hange has never been so attached to their phone at work before. They can’t help but glance at it between sentences, hoping to see their screen lit up by a message from you.

Today has been tiring, despite not even truly having gone into work. You’re stressed, nervous, and worst of all, bored. Your boredom doesn’t help your running thoughts. Instagram can only distract your brain so much when all you can think about is this kitten you’ve unwillingly bonded with. The longer you sit in the waiting room, the more you realize how worried you really are about being able to keep the kitten, despite your initial reservations about keeping a stray animal. She was just that cute. Throughout the whole car ride to the vet, she sat in your lap obediently, even curling up into a ball and purring. Not once did she cry or try to escape your lap. She had only started crying once you left her alone with the vet, and that broke your heart more than you’re willing to admit. You already feel like you have a bond with her, and it would be devastating if she happened to be sick or injured. What you’re waiting for right now is for her to use the bathroom. Number two is preferable, but they would work with number one if that’s all she could do. You silently thank yourself for stopping by a grocery store to get her some canned cat food, which she had eaten in the car on the way here. After waiting in the vet for a whopping 4 more hours, they had concluded all of the proper tests. The vet calls you back into the exam room, ready to talk about the results. Apparently, she ended up doing number 2 when she was left alone in a kennel. “Hello Mrs. Zoe!” He says with a friendly smile. “So, I’ll start with the bad news. Our little friend here has plenty of fleas, which I’m sure you saw already, and after running tests on her stool, I found that she does indeed have a parasite.” After hearing his words, you feel your nervousness festering more than ever. You nod at his words, urging him to continue. “But, there’s plenty of good news. The parasite is nothing life-threatening. She just needs to be medicated every day for a week. Other than that, she is entirely healthy. Do you plan on keeping her?” You think about your answer for a moment, but inside, you knew your mind was already made up. You had plenty of time to think about it in the waiting room, and you can’t deny the fact you’re already smitten with the small animal. You nod at him, a small smile appearing on your face as well. “Well, that’s great! You’ll have to come back tomorrow or the day after to pick up her medicine. We’ll give you a call when it’s ready to be picked up.” He flashes you another award-winning smile before leaving the room to retrieve the kitten. “Congratulations, she’s very well behaved.” He comments as he hands her back to you carefully. “Thank you, doctor. My spouse is going to be absolutely over the moon.” You giggle softly as you hold her once more and leave the office. You hold the kitten in one hand, and reach into your pocket to check the time on your phone. By now, it was almost time for Hange to get off of work. You sit in the car, the kitten once more making herself comfortable on your lap. You try not to think about her fleas as you take a moment to video call Hange once more.

Hange had just finished their last class of the day when you called. They were sitting at their desk, grading some old assignments before they officially left school. This was typical for them, because they absolutely hated dealing with the traffic caused by all of the other teachers, as well as students and school buses leaving the area at once. They see your call and immediately answer with a huge, dopey smile on their face. “Hi, love!” They exclaim, evidently excited for whatever updates you’re going to give them. When the video loads, they aren’t met with your dazzling beauty, but another small, adorable face. You can’t help but giggle as you look down at your phone, the angle making the kitten look funny. She paws the screen in front of her. “D'aww!! She’s so cuteee!” Hange squeals with excitement at the view. You giggle lightheartedly at Hange’s childish excitement. Their enthusiasm for the world around them was something that drew you in immediately about them, and it is still a trait that you adore. “Isn’t she? She’s so sweet and well behaved.” You move the phone away from the kitty, instead showing Hange your face. “Has she melted your cold heart already?” They tease with a soft chuckle. “Oh, shut up Hange!” You giggle at their joke anyways. “I’m just teasing, love. Soooo… Is she ours? Is she healthy?” They ask excitedly, but they already assume that the answer is yes, considering how happy you seem to be. “I just got done speaking with the vet, apparently she has a parasite.” You notice Hange’s lips part into an ‘o’ shape as you say this. You can also notice the concern morphing its way into their features. “But he said that after being medicated for… like… a week or so, she should be perfectly fine.” Hange’s earlier excitement makes a comeback, the worry melting off their features as they squeal a bit. “C’mon, we have to keep her!” They whine and plead. “You love her already, it’s obvious. Stop avoiding the question.” A pout forms on Hange’s lips as they try to convince you for the umpteenth time to have a pet. You sigh softly at their cute expression, giggling breathily at their antics. “I do love her. And you’re right, this is a perfect chance for us to have a pet since we didn’t have to buy her. I guess love is about compromise, or whatever… And since I know how much you’ve always wanted a cat, we can keep her.”

Hange had rushed home in record speed. It’s shocking that they got home in one piece without any tickets or crashes. You were right in the assumption that they would be over the moon about this perfect coincidence, Hange wanted to meet her more than anything. You have been home for a bit by the time Hange arrives at your shared home. They practically launch through the door, before realizing their excitement might startle the kitten. When you hear the door opening, you greet them at the door with your arms open wide. They quickly rush into your embrace, lifting you up and enthusiastically shaking you around. They place a chaste kiss on your lips before putting you on the floor once more. “Not that I’m not excited to see you, but where is she?” They ask with childlike excitement. They’re practically bouncing off the walls. As if on cue, a high pitched cry emits from the bathroom. “I have her in the bathroom right now and I put a blanket in there with her. We’re-” Your sentence is cut off by Hange making their way to the bathroom, carefully opening the door. You smile at their excitement, following after them. “Make sure she doesn’t get out. We’re gonna need to give her a flea bath before she can leave the bathroom.” Hange mumbles out a ‘mhm’ before kneeling beside the bathtub. The kitten is looking up at them with big doe eyes. Hange is doing all they can not to squeal and shout from how utterly adorable she is. You decide to take a seat on top of the closed toilet, simply content to see your partner so lively. Hange carefully outstretches their hand to the animal, who seems to back away the tiniest bit. “Heeeeyyyyyyy baby…” They whisper quietly. “Pspspsp…” The kitten sniffs Hange’s finger skeptically, but doesn’t react otherwise. They take this as a sign that it’s okay to pet her. Two of their lithe fingers scratch at the top of the kitten's head, much to her content. Hange mumbles sweet, hushed words to the animal that you can’t really hear. The world around you seems to grow blurry, as you tune out everything else that isn’t your partner and your newfound pet. There wasn’t anything else worth caring about at the moment. The tenderness Hange displays, a stark contrast from their typical erraticism, has your heart thumping in your chest. Hange has always been equally caring as they are observant. While Hange will probably always be excitable, they’re very aware of other’s emotions. They know when someone is overwhelmed or tired, or maybe shy and nervous, meaning they always know when they should turn it down a notch. Quiet moments with them were always your favorite moments. Moments where you two could simply be, without the need for conversation or action. Moments like this morning, where you can stare at their tired face without any ounce of uncomfort. Hange scoops up the kitten into their arms, holding her near their chest, seemingly unbothered by the fleas littering her body. They look up at you, smiling with their teeth and giggling. Their eyes are squinted shut by how much they’re smiling. Even as you’re lost in thought, not fully aware, you smile back at them unconsciously because it’s second nature. You snap out of your trance when you see a flea jump off of her body. “Yuck.” You say, squishing the bug with your shoe and picking it up with a piece of toilet paper. “I picked up some flea shampoo when I went to get her something to eat.” You say, holding up a purple bottle. “She won’t like this, but put her in the sink.”

The two of you have spent the better part of an hour picking the rest of the bugs out of the kitten's fur. The flea bath helped substantially, but there were still some that crawled around. Neither of you have spotted bugs for a few minutes, so you retire from your task, wrapping the small animal in a towel as Hange holds her, trying to transfer their own warmth to her. “She’s such a sweetie.” They coo softly, bouncing the kitty as if she’s a small child. “We should feed her soon. Did you get anything else from the pet store?” They ask, tilting their head at you as they ask. “No, she got really antsy when she was alone for too long, so I tried to run in and out as fast as possible. We’re gonna have to go back.” “Oh, but we can’t leave her to go out, what if she thinks we abandoned her!?” They ask you with puppy eyes. “We can’t take her out, she could still have fleas. I can ask someone to watch her while we go out.” You say, pulling out your phone to text one of your and Hange’s shared friends.

Levi and Erwin step into your home, the former appearing to be intensely displeased. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this on a weekday.” Levi grumbles, while Erwin smiles politely at you and Hange. “He’s being dramatic, it’s no trouble. You two will only be gone for an hour before we head home again.” Erwin chuckles, walking to the living room, where the now dried kitten sits on the couch. She runs and hides at the sight of so many people. “Thank you guys for doing this, I know it’s last minute.” You chuckle nervously at Levi’s obvious irritation. “We didn’t exactly have the luxury to give you notice, Shorty.” Hange teases, grinning as Levi rolls his eyes. “Whatever, three eyes. Get going so we can get home already.” Hange pouts, not only from the nickname, but also at the fact they’re being rushed out of their own home. You try not to burst out laughing at the nickname. “Three eyes is diabolical.” You choke out, opting to take their hand and head out, hopefully so Hange doesn’t feel embarrassed. “We’ll be back soon, thank you again!” You wave, before hopping in the car with a pouting Hange to get supplies for your currently unnamed pet.

Who knew shopping with Hange would take so long? You knew, actually. You were vaguely aware of the fact that Hange’s erraticism isn’t the best trait when trying to go shopping quickly. You’ve only been shopping with them a few times, and after an hour of bouncing around the store, it becomes a little bit tiring. This doesn’t even account for the many different random items they tend to pick up and insist they need. A similar thing happens when you attempt to shop for your cat. You asked Hange to find a decently sized litter box, and they come back to beg you for toys they think look funny, a bed shaped like a ramen cup, a hat for the kitten, and a matching onesie for her. You have to refrain from twitching your eye as they entirely forgot to get the litter box you tasked them to find. You end up putting the toys, bed, and hat in the basket, since you planned on buying her these things anyway. “Han... My beloved... You forgot the litter box.” You watch as they chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of their neck. “Right... Be right back.” They turn away, determined to get the litter box, (and only the litter box,) while you decide between two bundles of kitten food.

Hange finds you once more, looping their arms around your waist. You’re momentarily shocked, but you quickly recognize the scent of them surrounding you. They place their head on your shoulder, proud of the fact they managed not to pick up anything except the litter box. They poke your cheek, giving you a grin. When you turn your head towards them, they tap their finger against their cheek, silently asking to be rewarded for completing the task you gave them. You roll your eyes playfully and give them a soft peck.

You return home after an hour and a half, being slightly delayed by Hange’s typical short and ever-changing attention span. Erwin helps you and Hange bring in the bags of cat necessities. You and Hange tiredly plop down on your couch once you’ve finished, feeling tired from all the events of the day. Levi sighs from beside you. You and Hange look at him, seeing the cat curled up and sleeping on his lap. “This damn cat wouldn't leave me alone. Always craving attention, like it can't survive without constant petting. Needy little furball.” He grumbles. Despite his attitude, he still allows her to sleep in his lap, which you and Hange are both grateful for. He carefully picks her up, shifting her into Hange’s lap instead. They both try their best to ensure she isn’t disturbed by the transfer. You stand up as Levi does, seeing the couple out. “Thank you both again for doing this. We’ll see you guys on Sunday for dinner. It’s our turn to cook this week!” You giggle. Erwin pats your shoulder in a dad-like fashion. “Don’t mention it. Levi was loving the attention she gave him. See you Sunday.” He smiles. To this, Levi rolls his eyes, elbowing his lover lightly as you see them out.

Once again, you plop on the couch beside your own lover. They look at you with worry. “What are we going to do with her? She’s gonna be so scared if we leave her at home, all alone...” You raise your eyebrow, wondering where this conversation is leading. “I’m sure she’ll get used to it. It’s impossible for us to have someone watch her every day while we’re at work.” In response to your words, they cover the kitten's ears. “You’re evil! How could you talk about our daughter that way?” They pout, giving you puppy eyes. You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at their joke. “You know...” They start. You look at them tiredly, knowing you probably won't like whatever comes next. “We could always get another to keep her company.”

[n1k0s-str4wb3rry]

first time....

wlw smut !! (one shot)

CW : porn with a lil bit of plot, virginity lost (reader), Slight cum eating if u squint, AFABReader x *fem character insert*

She starts by taking off your shirt, her eyes glued to your beautiful tits, she's absolutely mesmerized by it. I mean damn, who would’ve known the shy girl she met a couple weeks go is so fucking hot.

"Is everything alright…?” you asks nervously. The most popular girl in school is now on top of you while undressing and staring at your bare tits.

“YEAH-“

She said cutting off the quite environment

“Its just... you're really beautiful. I'm surprised you're still a virgin”

She says with a shit eating smirk while looking up at you. This is your first time and nobody ever says something like this to you, all you could do is just blushed at her words and look away from her,

“Now now... don’t look away cutie… we’re just getting started”

She says while cupping your jaw bringing your face closer to her. She leans in to kiss you softly,

God shes so gentle with it yet so dominating

She unclasped your bra effortlessly, so careful with you. While she's doing that your hands took control and roam around her body, your right hand landed on her ass and squeezing it, meanwhile you left hand went to grab the back of her head softly and pushing it forward deepening the kiss.

She feels your hands all over her as hastily cups your bare breast squeezing it while her other hand push your back forward making you arch into her kiss, making you softly moans at her actions.

Oh god this is too much, all of these sending heat into your cunt.

She pulls away from the kiss, you sighed while your flushed face looking at hers. She takes off her shirt and looks at you.

"I'm gonna suck your tits now, if you don’t like it, please tell me. I just wanna make you feel good, alright babe?”

‘Babe’

What???

You noded shyly at her. She went in to cup your tits with her right hand and her left hand holding your torso for leverage while sucking the other, you could feel her tounge roams around your nipple,

Oh wow it feels so good.

Her other hands plays with your other nipples, squeezing and flicking it. You moans loudly, its feels way too good. She noticed your cute moans and starts sucking and squeezing your nipples harder. You starts whimpering and giving her soft moans.

God their voice is so heavenly ...

She thinks to herself

She pulls away, you were confused by that, you were feeling so good and all of the sudden she stops,

"Don’t give me that look, im not done yet love”

She starts to undress you bottom half and noticed a wet spot on your panties.

"Look how wet you are... I bet you pussy is beautiful…”

She licks your slit softly and sucks at your clit through cotton. You give her a soft moan,

"Guess you're ready now”

She says making eye contact with you as she takes off you panties see you pretty cunt covered in your slik

Oh my fucking god, her eyes, they're so hypnotizing ... now that's why she got everyone hooked just by a glance

"Holy fuck… I was right”

She gets gives your slit long licks and kitten licks on your clit,

“Stop teasing already”

You murmered under your breath

“Getting needy now love?”

She says looking up at you while smirking

"Please, I need it... Make me yours please, you can use me in anyway, I don’t care how many times I just want it…”

You said while giving her puppy dog eyes, she was shock by your sentence and look at you for a couple of seconds

She's going to be the death of me...

She said to herself completely submitting to at your words. How could she ever say no to you?

"You are one desperate slut aren’t you?”

She said right after she snaps out of her trance, before you could reply with anything she puts two fingers deep in your cunt and start pumping it while sucking your clit. Your hands flew to her scalp grabbing her hair whimpering and moaning, pushing her head deeper into you.

This feels too good to be true.

Is this actually happening??

Oh how you wish to pinch yourself at this moment but the pleasure she gave you is clouding your every senses. Your eyes starts getting hazy and you feel a tied knot in your stomach ready to break at any second now,

“H/n…. I feels something weird in my stomach…”

Slurring at her, almost sounding drunk. She pulls away from your clit but still pumping her fingers into you,

"You're about to cum... c'mon, be a good girl and cum for me"

She with a sultry voice and aiming for your neck, biting and sucking on it, pulling wails out of you as her thumb starts still circling around your cute clit. As soon as she's able to pull your pretty moans out of you, she quickly took this as a sign to start pumping faster and deeper while penetrating you sweet cunt but still stimulating your aching clit.

"NGH!! Ahh~”

You wailed with tear stained cheeks. The tied knot in ur stomach quickly breaks on her stimulations, you feel it's releasing and going on H/n fingers and the sofa. She pulls away from your neck and look at her hand covered with your cum and her fingers still inside you,

“Look at you pretty girl, so fucking gorgeous...”

She says as she indulge in the sight of your body slumpback, tired from cumming.

Feels so good...

Was all you could think off as your half lidded eyes looks at her while she pulls out her fingers out of you and starts to suck on them, her fingers being completely covered in your juices.

She cups you jaw with her other hands while saying

“Cmon pretty girl… taste how good you are”

She kisses you deeply and using her spit and cum covered hands to hold on you close whilw roaming her tounge around yours. Muffled moans was all you coming out of you while tasting the slightly salty with a hint of sweetness in your mouth, honestly you couldn't tell if the sweetness originated from your cum or H/n strawberry flavoured lip balm,

She pulls away and give kisses all over your forehead, cheeks, face and finishing it of on the tip your nose, making you giggled from her ticklish kisses.

"You did so well, lets get you clean up”

She says looking at you smiling and picking you bridal style into bathroom.

Now you know she have a thing for petnames ... petnames she never uses on anyone before but you.

You thought to yourself while looking at the alluring smile she had on her face as she carries you to the bath tub.

That smile,

The smile she has never given anyone before but you, this smile that felt so genuine and sincere...

[yelenassecretlover]

Swimming lessons [nsfw]

anime: attack on titan

characters: yelena x reader

warnings: oral, fingering

words: 2k

a/n: Can you tell I’m obsessed with how tall yelena is and her hands?

Your feet touch the cool tiles of the locker room floor. You feel a slight chill from the wet and cold room. Goosebumps litter your skin. The one piece the school gave you didn’t fit, so now you’re in a two piece you brought as back up. It was a lot more revealing. However, it would be just you and the girls swim team captain, so it shouldn’t be that big of an issue.

‘What a stupid rule! I need a swimming credit to graduate, Ridiculous’ you roll your eyes as you grab your towel. Students normally take a class to learn how to swim, but you decided going to the local mall was a far more interesting way to spend your time. ‘I mean c’mon swimming, How hard could it be?’

Well, turns out very hard; when you failed your swim test last week, spectacularly. You practically sank to the bottom. The professor had to fish you out. Super embarrassing. But he is a kind man and offered you a deal. If you learned to swim by the final exam in two weeks he’d pass you with a B for the semester. He even referred you to Yelena, the girls swim team captain.

So now you find yourself here, in your university’s indoor pool waiting for Yelena. You're sitting on a bench counting the seconds. She's about ten minutes late before you finally see her rush through the doors.

“I am so sorry I ended up taking longer than anticipated on my exam. Please excuse me” she says wide eyed, searching your face for any reactions. You don't immediately say anything, how could you? She was beautiful. You are caught off guard, resulting in your delayed reaction.

“N-No problem, really don't stress it….” You trail off. Her rigid body loosens and you see her shoulders relax.

“Okay, awesome, let's get you in the water” she giggles. She actually giggles. And you can't help but feel a certain warmth creep on you.

“How tall are you?” You blurt out and almost physically cringe at your candor. ‘God how rude ughh’ you avoid making eye contact with her and chew your lip.

“Oh no worries doll, I’m 6’7” she chuckles at the way your eyes widen and your face heats up.

“Before we begin, um your attire?…..”

You look at her confused and you realize she has the standard one piece uniform. On her though, it looks absolutely gorgeous. You can see every imprint of her body, and captain of the swim team she was. Her body was evidence enough of this. The swimsuit hugged her breast’s, hips and accentuated her abs and thighs. Not skinny by any means she was pure. raw. muscle.

“(Y/n) ?” Yelena interrupts your thoughts.

“Oh shit sorry, um, the school uniform issued to me was too small so I’m wearing this back up bikini. I hope that's alright?” You respond extremely flustered. You pray she didn’t notice the way your eyes undressed her— she definitely did.

The two piece you were wearing was incredibly skimpy but you didn’t have any other options. The bikini showed off your ass in just the right way and barely held your breasts together. One wrong move and you’d expose yourself. As bad as it was, the thought of showing Yelena your tits excited more than embarrassed you.

Yelena was only worried about your attire, as swimming was best done when comfortable. She didn’t have any objections to seeing you in such a revealing outfit. She could barely keep her eyes off the way your tits bounced when you entered the water. She shakes her head in an attempt to refocus. Afterall it was her responsibility to help you. She should not be thirsting after her student.

The water is cold when you're in it. You cling to the wall as your 5’5 in the 6ft deep end of the pool. You look over to Yelena and notice how much of a giant she really is, she towers over the water.

Yelena is calm and stoic now. She silently watches as you struggle to stick to the wall and you dart your eyes away. ‘God this is gonna be rough’

…………

Yelena begins by showing you how to float. She has you lay on your back in the open water; eyes to the ceiling. This is stressing you out, so much so, that you don't notice the way Yelenas devours your body with her eyes. Staying focused on the task at hand is proving to be a real challenge for her.

One of her hands reaches under your back when you start faltering in the float.

“Relax kitten, relax. If you start to scare yourself you’ll drown” Yelena coos. You can only manage to let out a hum as you try and calm yourself down. Yelena's hands are big. One hand is enough to hold your entire back while the other finds its place right under your ass. This adds to your stress.

“Alright looking good……” Yelena murmurs. The hand that was on the verge of touching your ass now finds itself on top of your thigh. Slowly and gently touching it before moving to your stomach. Your breathing quickes, you cant react or it’ll fuck up the entire excerice you can only stay still as Yelena feels you up.

Yelena's hand starts caressing your stomach, her other hand still on your back. “Good girl, your doing such a great job for me”

You blush at her comments and shut your eyes as you so desperately try to concentrate on floating. You feel her hand creep closer and closer to your breasts before stopping right in the middle of your chest. She starts palming the area, you take a deep gulp, unsure of what she plans to do.

“Bunny your breathing needs to slow down, you need to relax” You glare at her before closing your eyes once more, and she chuckles. It’s completely her fault your breathing is all out of whack and she knows it. Teasing you is entirely too much fun. She shifts you up right in the water, to indicate you're done. You let out a sigh of relief as you cling to her. This might be a whole lot harder than you anticipated.

…………

“Okay that's enough for today, great job” You hear Yelena call out behind you. You sigh in relief and return to the pool's wall. You’re panting heavily. The session was brutal. You can't even count the amount of different exercises Yelena had you try. But, you did feel better about your swimming abilities overall after this whole ordeal.

You try to climb out of the pool when you hear water swish behind you. As you pull yourself up you feel two big hands pull you back into the water and you squeal.

“I’m s-sorry, I thought the lesson was over” you stammer. You look over your right shoulder and are confronted by a completely different set of eyes. When the lesson first began Yelena's eyes held a false warmth. Now they were unapologetically full of lust and want. You could feel the way she was fucking you with her stare. You look away in attempts to escape her gaze, but you could still feel her eyes burning holes into your back.

“Well……..we aren’t completely done for the day” Yelena presses herself against your back. You feel her breasts rubbing against you looking for any sort of friction. Your own nipples harden. This isn’t lost on Yelena as she observes your chest from her angle, before moving closer to your ear.

“There’s still some other stuff I’d like to teach you” she growls in a low, hungry tone. She nibbles on your ear. Then leaves a trail of small hungry kisses on your neck. You let out a soft whine and buck your ass into her.

“I’ll do whatever you recommend……captain” you moan. Yelena takes this as a green light. Immediately her hands are roaming your body. Her left hand snakes to your chest, under your bikini and starts rubbing your nipple. The other finds purchase in your inner thigh, squeezing the fat.

Yelena's mouth moves from your nape to your lips. Her lips are smooth and move at a fast pace. Her mouth is rough against yours, and with the way she’s touching your nipples you almost start seeing stars. You moan into the kiss and she pulls away.

“Huh-“ She turns your whole body, so now your chest to chest and crashes right back into your mouth. You can barely breath as she grabs your ass to press you closer against her. Her wet tongue enters your mouth and your eyes are fully closed as you try to just feel her everywhere.

She stops kissing you to attack your neck once more. As she does that you feel her untie your bikini and discard it in the water. She kisses down your nape, your collarbone and starts sucking your breasts. Her tongue feels hot and wet against your nipples. You grab her head to balance yourself in the water.

“Y-yelena” you can't help but moan her name. At the sound of her name, Yelena internally curses. She wanted to take her time with you, but with the way your squirming against her all her patience is gone.

Yelena then proceeds to remove your bikini pants with two fingers, and lifts you to the ledge of the pool.

“Wearing such a skimpy outfit. You wanted to me fuck you didnt you?” Yelena says in between heavy pants. You’re affecting her as much as she is you. You just shyly shake your head in response when you look down at her. It really wasn’t your intention to tease her with the outfit, but if it got you here you definitely don't regret wearing it.

Yelena still in the water, picks both your thighs up so they’re on the side of her head and licks a long stripe up your cunt. You throw your head back, eyes half lidded in lust and anticipation. Yelena's tongue is big and pushes past your folds. You feel the heat of her thick wet muscle inside you and arch into her. Your hands are wander her hair as your moans get progressively louder.

“Ye-Yelena please, more” you whine, she moans into your pussy before latching her mouth onto your clit.

“Aah Lenaa” The grip you have on Yelena's head tightens. The tighter you hold Yelena's hair the hungrier she feels as she laps you. Yelena loves the way your gripping her head so desperately as she takes you in her mouth, her clit is pounding.

Yelena then takes two fingers and pushes them into your hole. She immediately begins to pump her finger as she sucks your clit. She can feel your walls tighten against her. She’s thrusting her long fingers quick and deep within you and soon she starts hitting that special spot.

“C-close Lena” your on the verge of tears with the way Yelenas mouth and hand are fucking you. Your vision starts to get blurry and your breathing quickens. “I know baby, I know. Cum for me. I want to taste you all over my mouth bunny”

With two more pumps of her fingers and licks at your clit you completely unravel. Her name strains past your lips as your walls convulse on her fingers and you orgasm. Yelena pumps a few more times to help you ride out your high as you squirm beneath her. You try to take some deep breaths to calm yourself, when you look over at Yelena. She’s licking the remaining cum off her fingers and you shyly look away.

“Aww don't be getting all shy on me now. Did you forget your cunt was just in my mouth?”

You pout at her and she laughs before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. She hugs the lower half of your body. You snuggle yourself on the top of her head and wrap your arms around her.

“You were such a good girl for me today. Now let's get you all cleaned up, does that sound alright bunny?” Yelena asks in a raspy voice,

You hum into her. If this is what swim practice is gonna be like for the next two weeks consider your test aced.

[justoneacatperson]

Family hug

Alpha! Yelena x Omega! Fem! Reader

This is reupload from my old blog!

warning(s): a/b/o dynamic (omegaverse); modern UA; Yelena is a mafia leader; the reader was a single parent.

You wrote on your laptop, which was on your lap, as you lay on the couch, leaning on pillows. As a book editor, you had to review your clients’ books, help them improve their writing, change or add some sentences, and then send them to see if they approved.

You felt a slight headache forming low in the back of your head when you thought you wouldn’t be able to edit the whole novel by the end of the week. It was big with probably over 500 pages and your client had told you yesterday that he wanted his book not only in English, but also to sell copies in Spanish.

You have a master’s degree in languages and knew Spanish fluently, which is not a problem to translate, but your client had to tell you the idea earlier, now you will have to talk to them to extend the term for this book.

Another self-confident influencer who thinks they can do anything, you thought as you edited sentences that were quite simply written by your client with a fairly simple and poor vocabulary. Why am I always assigned such tasks? Fifth graders have a richer vocabulary - you wondered.

You heard a faint baby scream that caught your attention. Your seven-month-old daughter was lying on her stomach in your nest, hitting a plush toy on the ground, making baby sounds to get your attention.

You smiled, spreading your (y/s) scent more, which excites your puppy. You left your laptop on the coffee table, getting up from the couch to go to your puppy and take her in your arms. You rubbed the nape of her neck with your hand, soothing her in your arms as you rubbed your cheek against her head.

-“(D/n), do you want to work with mom?” you asked, returning to the couch, letting her rest on your chest while playing with your hair. Her head was in the curve of your neck at your mate mark, to smell you and Yelena.

You put the laptop back on your lap, working quietly for another 15 minutes or so before you heard the front door of your house open. The familiar scent of amber and wood was felt. From the hallway came Yelena, who was in her typical black suit. Her face was stoic until she saw you and (D/n) lying on the couch.

-“Hey.” she said, walking over to you, leaning so she could connect her lips to yours. The puppy in your arms whimpered, wanting to go to her other mother. -“And hello to you.”

The alpha took (D/n) from your arms, lifting her high in the air, making your daughter scream with excitement. She laughed, hugging your daughter in her arms to scent her.

Your inner omega purred with happiness that your mate was accepting your puppy as hers. You also stood up to them, resting your head on the blonde’s chest, wrapping your arms around her, letting out a contented purr.

-“How was your day?” you asked, rubbing the your fragrant glands in her.

-“Weighted.” Yelena replied, sighing. She sat on the couch, leaning your puppy on her chest so your baby could rest. -“Some of my workers are complete idiots, I want to point my gun at their heads.” you rolled your eyes as you sat next to her.

-“I think you’re too harsh with them.”

-“I don’t think so, I’m even soft with them.” she murmured, making you choke, holding back a laugh. She’s the only one soft with you and your daughter, and she just said she’d like to shoot her workers with a gun. -“What are you giggling about?” Yelena pushed you lightly with her head, sinking into your scent glands.

-“Nothing.” you replied, tangling your fingers in her blond hair.

-“Do you want me to make tea while you go to the bathroom to take a bath?” you asked quietly, she just nodded, kissing your cheek.

-“I’ll take a bath with (D/n), it’s her bath time.”

-”Okay.”

You made her favorite tea while she took a bath with your puppy. It wasn’t long before she returned from the second floor, holding (D/n), who was constantly reach for the alpha to touch her face and hair. You left the two cups of tea on the coffee table, returning to your work. Yelena entered your nest with your daughter, leaving her on her back to play with her and do her daily gymnastics.

Your heart was pounding with warmth as you watched them interact. The tall woman was the person who pulled you out of your previous abusive partner, whom you had mate to against your will. You didn’t believe you would be grateful or expect a mafia leader to save you. Sure, there were many other ways to meet the love of your life, but now with her you wouldn’t change anything.

You heard pounds on the windows, which caught your attention from your small family. It was raining. Drops of water pounded on your windows. You were not surprised, it said that it would rain and there would be thunders.

-“Omega, do you want to join us?” asked the blonde, lying on her back with your puppy on her chest. You let out a contented tweet by going to them. You lay down next to your alpha, resting your head on her shoulder, being careful not to bother your daughter. - “You feel well?” you nodded.

Yelena wrapped her free arm around you, pressing you to her side. She let out a throaty purr. You planted small kisses on her chin and neck before returning to her shoulder and closing your eyes, sinking more into her warmth. Your puppy was asleep too.

Alpha kissed you two on the head before she relaxed.

-”I love you, Omega.”

-”I love you too, Alpha.”

[red-writes]

Peek-a-boo

step-sis Yelena x reader

content contains: stepcest, fingering.

red’s note: I’m horny for this woman..also I’m sorry about the last line I rlly didn’t know what to put lmao

The first time was an accident.

You'd snuck a few bags of chips up to your room at 3 am for fuel while you cram studied for your exam later that day. You thought she was crying, you planned on cheering her up with your snacks and cuddles but when you peeked through the small crack of the door, she wasn't crying.

Her head tossed back as a soft moan was muffled by the t-shirt she held up between her teeth. Her fingers slid in and out of her soaked cunt, she was so wet her juices stained the pink sheets underneath her. You could've sworn her eyes caught yours through the small crack and you gasped, running as fast as you could to your room and locking yourself inside. You dumped the snacks on top of your pile of waiting notes and you climbed into bed, pulling the covers over your head as you shut your eyes and pressed your legs together, your cunt ached and you couldn't get the image of your sister out of your head. You wanted to see her again.

So you did.

It was almost like every night she was pleasuring herself. You found your ‘curiosity’ had grown into way more than just ‘wondering how other girls masturbated’ it became an insatiable lust for your older sister. She looked so pretty, so soft and sweet. You went from simply observing her, to actively touching yourself to her right outside her door. You rationalized the way your clumsy fingers rubbed over your clit as just being a one time thing, you wouldn't do it again.

But you did.

In fact, it’d become a nightly ritual for you. Your parents slept early and it made creeping out of your room easy. But tonight wasn't as easy as you first thought it would be. Your sister’s lights were off, making it hard to see anything, you creaked the door open a little more, hoping the light from the hallway would allow you to see more. But you saw nothing?

Suddenly, from behind you, you heard her speak.

“Waiting for someone?”

You practically jumped out of your skin. She chuckled at your reaction and brushed past you into the room where she flickered the lights on.

“Come in, I think we need to talk” she tells you and you naw at your lip in worry, she knows doesn't she? You were fucked. You did as you were told and shut the door behind you. She sat on the bed whilst you awkwardly stood near the door.

“What-” your voice cracked, “What did you want to speak about exactly?” you asked and she hummed in thought.

“Hmm perhaps why you've been spying on me every night?” her voice is accusatory and that causes you to enter denial mode.

“W-well..I’m not- it’s just that-” you can hardly come up with a proper excuse for your actions. Your words get caught up in your throat and you can seem to speak

“If you're trying to come up with some half-baked lie, then save it” she says and her expression softens when she sees the tears gathering in your eyes.

“Please don't tell mom and dad! If you do they'll realize that I like-” “That you like girls?” she finishes and you nod. Yelena is a dick, that’s something she’ll own up to, but shed never out someone. She notices you beginning to panic she pats her lap and encourages you to come sit in it. You shuffle over to the bed and take a seat in her lap, you bury your face in her chest and she rubs soft circles on your back.

“I like girls too” she admits and your head is popping up from resting on her chest.

“really? is it okay for me to..to like you?” you ask, in fear of her response. She pets your head and nods.

“I like you too sis”

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You're shaking. Yelena’s room is always so cold. Being completely naked in it didn't help either. After she’s discarded her last piece of clothing she climbs onto the bed with you and your eyes are definitely fucking her. She looks so good, flat yet elegant chest on display for you. Her nipples were already pert and hard. Your eyes trailed down further, her flat tummy led down to the soft patch of furry pubes. You felt your own cunt pulsing at the sight of your sexy older sister.

“Okay, let's just start with a simple kiss”

Warm hands find your cheeks as you're slowly pulled into her, your eyes close and your lips gently press against each other in a feather light kiss. You can feel her breath against your lips, you rest your hands on her hips and pull her in closer and the kiss gets more and more heated, you’re pushed backwards and your back hits the bed with a soft thud.

The kiss breaks finally and you’re panting, lungs grateful for the oxygen. Her hands caress the sides of your breasts before squeezing them in her palms, you gasp softly and she grins at you before taking one of your nipples into her mouth and sucking on it gently. You moan softly as your hands card through her short blonde hair. One of her hands trails down your tummy, circling your belly button a few times before dipping under the waistband of your underwear.

You suck in a breath as her fingers run up and down your slit, her thumb brushes over your clit and you’re biting your lip to suppress the moan. She kisses your chest and leaves a trail of kisses up your check until she pecks your cheek.

“You ever play with yourself sis?” She asks, voice whispering directly into your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine. You nod and she rewards you with another touch to your clit. You whine and a plea for more is already resting on the tip of your tongue.

“What do you think about?”

Her fingers begin rubbing gentle circles over your aching clit, your mind becomes almost too cloudy with lust to respond, all you can think about was feeling more, more of her.

“Sissy, wanna tell me what you think about when you stroke your pretty pussy?” She asks again and this you open your mouth in response and let out a strained,

“You.”

“Good girl.”

Her fingers inch downwards until they meet your entrance, they slowly push inside and she chuckles as your eyes widen. Pleasure stirs in your gut as her fingers sink themselves inside of you. You’re trembling, mouth hanging open as your sister presses a kiss your cheek, her fingers thrusting upwards against your g-spot.

“It- feels good!” You moan and yelena’s chuckling, smugness written all over her face all the while her own wetness presses against your thigh. You squeeze your eyes shut as her finger’s speed up, pressing against your sweet spot ruthlessly only to laugh at your fucked out face.

“Feels good? Yeah? You wanna cum on my fingers pretty? Hm?” Yelena asks as she presses hot kisses against your cool, sweat slicked forehead.

You nod dumbly, words falling out of your mouth incoherently as you near your high. Her thumb teases your clit yet again and you’re cumming undone before you know it, cunt squeezing down on her fingers as you cream on them. You grab at the sheets as you ride out your high.

Her fingers slowly come to a halt before she pulls them out. She sucks on them before giving you a kiss.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” she says, helping you sit up.

“What? What about you?” You ask and she smiles placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Let’s see what happens in the shower.”

[ike-bana]

Blueberry cheesecake(Yelena x fem!Reader drabble)

Requested by :@checkeredass

Cw : None! This is just fluff and corny writing. Yelana might be ooc here

words: 700+

A/N: This is the first time I'm writing something like this,I've never written fem character x fem reader,so it may not be the best. I just wanted to try something for @checkeredass since they seemed polite and I basically love(d) Yelena so what the hey. This doesn't mean y'all should spam my asks with similar requests because I want stuff like this to be a once in a blue moon type of thing since I may not be good with them. I was having trouble making this a hc so I made it a drabble

You gently plopped down on the checkered pattern clothe as your girlfriend joined after. The swift cool afternoon breeze that blew brought a sense of tranquility as the trees danced in tune with the wind speed , their amber leaves falling steadily. The water from the transparent lake rippled unremittingly as the sun shone dully on it, partially obstructed by the formless blobs of cotton candy called clouds.A perfect day for a picnic. You moved closer to her as you laid your head on her shoulders. Her slender pinky touched yours clumsy as you intertwined your fingers,fitting together perfectly like a final puzzle piece. You both enjoyed the comforting silence, not needing words to tarnish this moment,as moments like this were as scarce as hen's teeth. But like they say all good things must come to an end.

You shifted a little as you stared at the transparent body of water in front of you,she caught your gaze and gave a small visible smile.

"You wanna go in?" she asked as if she could read your mind.

"Yup!, you coming too?" You affirmed

"No, I'll pass, you go on ahead"

"you sure?" you looked at her with a slight frown

"yeah,I am" She confirmed, ignoring your puppy dog eyes

You pouted as you wished she could have agreed to join you.Nevertheless,you shed off all your articles clothing,leaving you in your undergarments. You carefully dipped your toe in before immersing your full body in the water.

"You sure you don't wanna come in?,the water's really cool and the weather's freaking hot"

"I already told you Y/N,I'll pass" She said in mock annoyance,rolling her large eyes playfully .

You stared at her and thought for a bit before an idea popped into your ever-scheming head. You grinned mischievously as you swam acloser to the shore. You cupped your (hand size) hands and gathered as much water as your hands could carry and tossed it at the blonde woman in front of you.If it were anyone else,they'd probably be fuming but Yelena only smirked at this

"Oh,you've done it now" She shook her head and stood up from her cross-legged position.

You smiled innocently but you knew what was coming next;before you knew it,droplets of water came hurling at your face. Wanting to retaliate,you grabbed the tall woman by her pant leg and dragged her into the water with you causing her to fall with a loud splash. Her smirk only grew wider as she pushed some water towards you earning a tiny squeal from you. You mirrored her action and it soon turned into a huge water fight.

You laughed excitedly as she tossed the last one at you,you raised your arms up in defeat,letting her win this round

"OK,OK,I yield"

"Thought you wouldn't"

You both burst out into fits of laughter at your earlier display of childishness,your spastic laughter was brought to a end when you noticed her silence. You caught her staring at your (l/c) lips. She swam closer to you and you the same,planting your lips against each other. Her hands settled on your hips and yours in her short hair. You soon had to part to take in some air.

"Come on let's get out it's getting cold" Yelena suggested when she finally caught her breath

"Aww,is my poor baby afraid of catching a cold" you teased

"Pfft,I'm more worried about you then myself" she retorted

" oh please I barely get sick"

" yeah right,save it for the judge" she rolled her eyes for the nth time that afternoon

Grabbing your waist,she proceeded to carry you out of the lake despite your protests. She gently threw you on the shore and you let out a tiny squeak when your bottom hit the ground. She couldn't help but laugh and you didn't hold yours back either. You both panted,trying to catch your breaths. When you had calmed down,her eyes caught something in the distance

" There's an icecream truck over there,want some?"

"Oh yeah! I could really go for some (favorite ice cream),how about you?"

"Blueberry cheesecake would be nice" she smiled staring into the distance

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"Well.. first, you must read through and sign papers pertaining about merchants and changes in the kingdom."

The princess's study, whilst spacious, felt claustrophobic with every pile of paper placed upon her desk. "..Bertolt, how would one go about.. well, doing this?" While he hadn't spoken a peep, he was shuffling. His shoes annoyingly rubbed against the carpet and the rhythmic muffle erked the silence unpleasantly. It reminded her of when her father paced back and forth within the dining room. She couldn't find it within herself to scold him back then so why scold someone now?

"Oh, your highness!" A sweet gasp tickled the princess's ears, bringing a smile to her face. Bertolt seized his feet as well, which pleased her even more. "I was wondering when I would see you today." The mop of golden hair that peaked around the corner could only belong to the soft spoken librarian, Armin Arlert. His hair swept at his brow when he shifted the books within his arms, "..do you need help with anything?" She pushed a breath past her lips, "Yes, please, I don't know how to tackle all this paperwork. I truly don't wish to be here all day." It was the clearing of Bertolt's throat that brought her attention back to him, "You have a meeting with Lord Erwin at tea time, princess. Pieck will take you then." She wasted no time in nodding, shifting her feet so she could stand behind the cluttered desk. "Please help her in the meantime, Arlert." He and Armin switched places, but Bertolt left as soon as he could.

"So.. what should we start with, your highness?" Humming, the princess slides forward a paper pile, "How about this one?" Armin grinned, "As you wish."

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It was an hour later when she sighed. Her fingers weaved and tangled in the hair closest to her scalp. "This never seems to end.. how do you look at words for so long, Mister Arlert?" Tapping her pen against the desktop, she frees her hair of her fingers and leans back with another sigh. "Everything in moderation, your highness!" He breathed out, taking the time to lower the glasses he had been wearing to his chest, "Although if you wish for a break, we shall take one. Does a walk in the courtyard sound nice?" His eyes shone with a certain gleam as he rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head in feigned curiosity. He knew the princess wanted to get the work done and over with, but if she left the library she wouldn't return- that was if anything he learned from all the years he's gotten to know her were true.

"..we truly shouldn't, but... ah, maybe we could move to a different part of the library?" His lips lifted, "Of course, we can do anything you want, 'highness." Her chair lightly skidded against the floor, but the carpet muffled it enough to not be ear piercing. Armin followed suit, pushing in his chair just as she did and lead the way to the door. He adored the laxed smile she wore as she walked beside him, he couldn't help but mirror it while they approached the windows.

"Oh!" Pressing her hand against the molding, she leans forward, lifting a knee to the sill, "Yelena, hello!" Just out the open window was the garden's keeper. Despite the hours she dwelled outside, she remained pale. Many servants joked about her homeland being Romania and she was one to always go along with it. But was she joking too? "Ah, afternoon, princess!" Even through the hard labor she kept a relaxed expression, she was always one mystery after another. "Y-your highness, be careful!" Armin grasped the princess's waist as she began slipping, her dress not having much grip. "Oh my, were you about to fall for me? I am quite honored." Yelena teased, lifting a hand to her heart as she bowed her head. Her heart racing from the panic she refused to show. Sputtering for a moment, the princess felt her cheeks burn. "Come now, Yelena, that's no way to treat the soon to be queen." Onyankopon, another keeper of the many plants around the palace, was quick to wave the blonde over.

But their words were covered as the window was pulled shut by the man beside her. "Armin? Is something...ah.." When the princess faced him, she found him close- too close. It wasn't the first time he had been, but it felt quite different now that the both of them were adults. Their shared breaths melded together with how close they were, it felt electrifying. "..'highness.." His lips just about brushed against hers as he spoke, "..you-" She watched as he froze, her heart leaping when her nose bumped his. It seemed she had been leaning toward him.

It was slow, but he released his hold on her, parting his lips as he finally realized what he was doing. "Y.. your highness, I- I'm terribly sorry..!" He knew he should bow, but he found himself shielding his reddening face rather than doing what's proper. "...Armin.." Her fingers graced her bottom lip before her eyes darted to the entrance of the library. "Princess~" The cheery voice of her maid made her relieved, she would breathe normally if she could just- "Oh..! Am I interrupting something, dears?" She sounded much older than she was whenever she spoke this way, but it was very much her.

"No, of course not!" The princess almost faltered when Armin spoke too, thankfully he cut himself off before Pieck could poke any more fun. "Great! I'll be kidnapping you for a little while, tea with a possible suitor is a mighty fine occasion after all~" She grasped her hand, lightly swinging it back and forth with a giggle, "Chin up now, you don't get the chance to doll up very often!" Intertwining their fingers, the princess finds herself aching with anxiety. Taking a look back at the dear librarian was all she could manage before disappearing through the doors that had secluded them moments before.

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COUPLE OUTFIT

aot characters x fem/gn reader.

Characters: ,Yelena,hange,Mikasa,pieck,. Annie,Sasha,Ymir & historia

☆Yelena☆

☆hange☆

☆Mikasa☆

☆pieck☆

☆annie☆

☆Sasha☆

☆Ymir & historia☆

Happy new years eve!!

[jujujitsu]

Part 2

Word Count: 4392

Genre: Fem Body Reader Insert, AoT AU, FIILTHY Smut, Monster Fucking, Bull Hybrid. Reiner Braun X Porco Galliard X Marcel Galliard X Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW Minors ABSOLUTELY DNI, BREEDING, Courting, Creampie, impregnation, lactation fantasy, cum Inflation, drool, anal, double penetration, dumbification, possessiveness, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, belly bulge, knotting, probably a board lining on dubcon?

Characters are appropriately aged up for NSFW situations. Do not repost, copy, or duplicate. Sorry for typos. I try. Remember I’m hella dyslexic.

Featured Characters:

Main Cast: Reiner Braun, Porco Galliard, Marcel Galliard, Theo Magath, Yelena.

SPECIAL Author’s Note: This piece was inspired by @erenscockslut’s and @killerbananas

Synopsis: You become bull! Marcel and bull! Porco's little play thing. Of course every action has a consequence.

Read the First part here!

The moment Reiner went flaccid, the two brothers acted. Reiner tried to scoop you up and take you to his stall but what actually happened was, Porco charged and knocked him over while Marcel hauled you off. Porco managed to toss Reiner in his stall and pulled the door shut. He even locked him inside, leaving the golden bull infuriated. Reiner slammed into the door in desperation as he bellowed out and cried.

You were too fatigued and dealing with your own discomfort as your stomach shrink back down from being overly filled. Reiner’s cum flowed down your legs and created an even stickier mess. Marcel didn’t care one bit as he took you further into the bullpen.

He laid you down in the larger stall he shared with his brother and watched you, wondering if you were going to try to run. Truthfully, your legs were now jelly and there was no way you could bolt out if you wanted to. He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply. “Still fertile. Still unclaimed. I clean you now and prepare you for us.”

“I’m tired,” you manage to say. “Can this wait?”

“You rest after we’ve mated,” Marcel promises as he reaches down and strokes your cheek. “We protect you. We care for you.”

“Not Reiner, us,” Porco sneered as he entered the stall finally. You could hear Reiner frantically calling and trying to get out of his stall. It hurt you to know he was confined and dealing with so much stress. But what could you do against the two of them?

Porco paced back and forth, snorting as his adrenaline depleted while Marcel got on his knees before you. “I clean you, Y/N.”

“W-What are you-”

Marcel spread your legs and leaned down to lick Reiner’s seed away. He was so gentle, lapping at your thighs, with long loving strokes of his tongue. He looked up at you with his deep brown eyes as he drew near your wrecked pussy. You felt heat rising in you again and Porco titled his nose up as if he caught your freshly aroused scent. And he did. You watched him shift his stance and your eyes went to his package, just like Reiner, his balls were so heavy and full. You watched his dick rise from its sheath and suddenly, Marcel's tongue lashed into your slit, making you groan out in pleasure.

And Porco liked that. Hell, Marcel liked that because he paused for a second as if he unearthed the discovery of a lifetime. He slid his tongue into you once more, a little more hesitantly, as if the first time was a fluke. You sighed and spread your legs more for him, welcoming him to you because his tongue soothed your beaten and used cunt.

After confirmation that his method caused your lovely sound, Marcel went to work lapping at you voraciously. He needed to hear those sounds from you again and Porco made an impatient snort as if to say he needed to do his job, or else he would take over and do it himself. Marcel slurped at your leaking, cum drowned hole, shoveling out Reiner’s seed and swallowing it down without pause.

It was such an odd thing, mixed with submission and dominance. He was cleaning out another bullman’s seed from you so they could have a better chance at theirs taking and not his. Honestly, the idea was wicked, and it turned you on. Today was certainly one of self-discovery.

You were writhing, moaning out Marcel’s name and Porco started impatiently pacing again. His eyes were dilated and his thick cock pulsed angrily. He was so uncomfortable because of how tight his balls became. He wanted to fuck, and Marcel was taking his sweet time, cleansing Reiner’s foul mess. And poor Reiner was still crying out for you while you came undone for Marcel.

He pushed his face in deeper, groaning and you reached down to wrap your hands around his horns, because holy fuck you needed something to hold on to. His hands slid under your thighs, lifting and angling you so he could continue his ministrations comfortably. His mouth enveloped your clit and he suckled hard, causing you to arch your back and cry out. He raised his head. “Need…more… sound.” And down he went again to coax more of those beautiful noises from your lips while you grinded into his face.

However, your open mouth gave Porco an idea. Porco’s shadow fell over you. He new better than to disrupt his brother despite his impatience. But you had another hole for him to seek pleasure from and he wanted to utilize it. Your mouth would satisfy him for now until his brother was finished.

He reached down and grasped your jaw firmly, leading your mouth to his leaking cock. It wasn’t as big as Reiner’s, but it was still goddamn big enough to be intimidating. And no human could naturally be this size. He had more of a curve and his length seemed to be ribbed with false ringlets. Of course he had a medial ring too, but you swore this motherfucker was bred for pleasure in mind. And Marcel was probably built the same way. They could be twins after all.

He nudged your unopened mouth with his hot tip, demanding with a grunt that you take him. You shook your head in protest and he let out a loud huff. He tightened his hold on your jaw.

“You need to be lower,” you tell him. “Won’t be comfortable for me.”

Porco eased up and understood that you weren’t dismissing his need. You were just limited to how you could move because of his damn brother. So, he knelt to sit back on his calves, and you moved closer to him as best you could, causing a whining protest to erupt from Marcel. He was taking such good care of you. Why the hell were you moving?

He grasped your hips tighter, forcing you back in your previous position so he could continue eating you out. You tasted so good once it was your slick on his palette and not the combined coupling from that other male. Porco bellowed in protest. “You need to share!”

Marcel looked up lazily to regard him as he took hold of your thighs and lifted the lower half of your body up higher. You gasped and gave poor Porco an empathizing glance. That was all you could muster.

Marcel began his greedy assault on your depths. Driving his thick, long tongue in further to fuck your now cleansed cunt. It felt so good every time he would twist and flick it inside to pleasure you. Once you were so incredibly worked up, ready to cum for him, he shoved his face into you and inhaled your scent to imprint you in his glands permanently.

Your head lulled in Porco’s direction and he seemed to all but give up. You decided that you wanted to fan the flames. Hopefully, it would rile him up enough for him to try again.

“Porco…you’re just going to let your brother claim me first?” you gasp, challenging the hot head. “You’re going to have to lick me clean after the fact too, you know. Just like your brother had to do after Reiner used me. You really want to stoop that low and lick your own brother’s cum from my twice used cunt? Not only that, but you’ll be the last to fuck me. And I thought you were a proud, alpha male.”

Porco’s eyes widened. Everything you said suddenly burned him up and he lost it because you struck a deep nerve. Marcel always got everything first. Marcel always came to Reiner’s defense, and not him. He always had to bow his head to Marcel and share. And he was so goddamn tired of being put last.

Porco unexpectedly charged into Marcel’s side. Marcel was more worried about you getting hurt so he quickly let go before impact. He slammed into the wall with a surprised snarl. Porco and his easily triggered temper be damned. He’d deal with him when he recovered. His little brother knocked the wind out of him. That, and he was still high on the imprint method.

Porco huffed victoriously, and he turned to his gaze on you immediately. He was pissed at you for pointing all that out and he was pissed that you made him act against his brother.

“You’ll be my little cum dumpster for that, Y/N,” Porco breathed. It shocked you that he spoke such a clear sentence. He must have just been that fucking angry.

You were cleaned of Reiner’s filth, and he was going to ruin you again. He had to act now before Marcel recovered. If he was knotted inside you, he wouldn’t try to intervene. You were flipped over on your belly, and you winced in pain because your knees were so cut up from Reiner’s session. No apology came from Porco. He pulled your hips to him and hunched himself over to imprint your scent. Just like Reiner and Marcel, he shoved his nose into your cunt, taking your highly aroused scent and imprinting you to him too.

It was unheard of for three males to imprint on a female, and a human one to be exact. You had no idea what possessed them to choose you. No reports ever surfaced about actual relationships happening between hybrid species and humans in this industry. It wasn’t even a topic you ever read about or discussed in your many years of school Now, what did occur was a lot of death and missing people. That’s why this was one of the most dangerous industries in the world.

But something possessed you to find them attractive despite never having such feelings before. And they found you of equal interest too. So, what then, if they fucked you while you served as their handler? It was painful but it felt so good, and you were addicted to it now. That’s why when Porco finally lined himself up to you and thrusted in, you cried out with so much joy. Because you wanted it so badly even though it hurt.

Porco bellowed out his mating call triumphantly and Reiner finally became silent. Or he passed out from fatigue. You weren’t sure. Hell, you were close to doing it now too. But if broody, asshole bull Porco wanted to fuck you, you’d let him. And fuck you he did.

He wasn’t considerate and loving like Reiner. He didn’t care that his dick was big, and your little pussy was battered and swollen from his rival. He hilted in you, snapping you into his hips with no regard to your screaming and crying. For the second time today, your guts were being pushed in because of a bullman’s ruthless pace. And rather than keep you on your knees, Porco lifted you up, still fucking into you despite now standing. Your back was braced against his chest as he held you in place, pounding up into you so hard that his balls were pressed firmly into your ass with each upward pump of his hips.

Marcel recovered and he was mesmerized at the sight. The way your stomach bulged and the way his brother rutted into you like you were some sort of rag doll made him yearn the be apart of what was happening. But he was proud of his brother for sticking up for himself and taking what he wanted. He bowed his head this time and would let him continue to mate you first.

Porco was drooling as he fucked you stupid. His eyes rolled back in his head as you called out to him nonstop. And how could you not? The false rings made it feel like his cock was notched and you honestly wanted to know what it felt like if he slow fucked your ass...if he was even capable of such patience. Marcel would do it and he would listen to you, even be concerned if something didn’t feel right. Not Porco. At least, that’s what you assumed.

You understood Reiner and Marcel would be the nurturers and Reiner would be the one to hover over you the most. Porco would use you and fuck you like he didn’t love you, but you knew in the end he did. Why else would he come running at the sound of his rival bellowing out a mating call? He was afraid it was you and his fears were a reality. It hurt him to know Reiner was the first to mate you, but he didn’t blame you for that. You were just a tiny human. You could be snapped in half if you didn’t comply. No, he blamed Reiner completely and he planned on giving him hell for it. He planned on denying him every opportunity to be alone with you. He might have imprinted on you, but he wasn’t the only mate you had now. And between himself and his brother, the odds of offspring from them instead of Reiner were much higher.

If only they understood how the process worked. If only they knew it was too late and the time Reiner spent knotted in you was all that it needed to take. They were basing their assumptions off cowlady physiology, not humans. But even you had no idea how this was going to work out for you. The only thing you were thinking of was Porco as his medial ring expanded and his hips stilled as he shot his hot, thick load into you, filling you up just as you had been before.

Marcel was only half hard when he was eating you out. Now, he succumbed fully to his rut, and he was the one pacing impatiently. And there wasn’t a thing he could do until his brother became unknotted with you. He decided he wasn’t going to waste time cleaning you again. The moment you were free, he was taking you for himself. However, something caught his attention. He gazed longingly at your breasts and wondered if anything came from them. He was thirsty and what a blessing it would be if you produced like Cowladies. He decided he needed to satisfy his curiosity.

“So good, for me,” Porco gasped as he held you in place. You couldn’t say anything. Your brain was so foggy, and your body was worn out. Marcel suddenly loomed over you, and you raised your tired gaze to him.

The kind looking bull you experienced previously was not here with you now. Porco huffed and Marcel gave him a small warning growl as he reached forward and grasped your breasts. Porco watched with interests as you tensed up and clenched on his knotted dick. Marcel spread his hands up the sides of them and followed their roundedness up and back as he felt you up. His thumbs suddenly flicked across your nipples and then he pinched them between his fingers. He rolled them at the same time, and you squirmed, causing Porco to tighten his grasp.

“Ugh, she’s tightening up,” Porco groaned. “Like vice. You’ll never get me out.”

“We’ll see,” Marcel huffed.

Marcel brought his mouth down to one of your nipples and he began suckling away. Nothing came from them, but it sure made you belt out those lovely sounds he liked to hear. Porco was just beginning to soften too. At least his medial ring was. His cock was still hard, and he felt his heat rising again as his brother suckled your tits while he held you in place. Porco bent down and began kissing up the column of your neck. Murmuring praises to you as he paused next to your ear. If you weren’t so tired, you would have found the sudden change in him funny.

“Such a good little mate for us,” he cooed. “You’re tired, but my brother has been so patient. One more go and you can rest. You can do it. I know you can. You’re so strong despite being so small.”

You couldn’t respond to protest if you wanted to. Porco pulled himself out from you, causing his cum to rush from your opening and you didn’t have time to breath because Marcel was reaching to take hold of you as his rough tongue flicked across your nipple.

You barely had the strength to hold yourself up. Marcel lifted his head away from your nipple while Porco helped you move your arms so you could wrap them around his brother’s neck. Now Marcel was easy with you, despite looking so savage. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he slowly entered inside you, grimacing because it was still a tight fight despite his brother’s leftovers now serving as lubricant.

And if you thought this was going to be easy, you were wrong. You felt Porco’s breath next to your ear again, and suddenly his chest was pressed against your back. “Let’s see if you take us both. Still…need to be with you.”

If you could be afraid, you would, because Porco already proved he wasn’t a careful lover. However, he seemed different now. He was much more docile. His hands ran up and down your sides as if to comfort you. He was supporting you too while Marcel took his time easing further into your poor, swollen cunt. He was an inch longer than Porco, but he wasn’t as girthy. Just like him, he had those false ringlets down his length, and they were a bit more pronounced. It was a mixture of agonizing pain and pleasure as your entrance slid over each ring. You’d clench after taking one and Marcel would let out this deep sigh.

Porco firmly grasped your hips while his brother began his shallow thrusts into you because you were finally resting against his prominent medial ring. He needed to pry you open so that could eventually slip in too. Porco grasped himself to line his tip up with your other hole and he gently prodded it, issuing more praises to you as you opened for him like a delicate flower in bloom. He treated you with the utmost care. Even Marcel was tender, and he was the last to mate with you.

Your head lulled as the murmur of their voices became distorted. You were being rocked between these two bullmen while they worked their ribbed cocks into you. You didn’t have it in you to cry out anymore. Your throat was sore from crying out so much.

“Feels so good how you both fuck me,” you murmur to them. “Never felt so full in my life.” Marcel fixated on you, softly groaning as he gave you these long, slow upward thrusts. Porco panted desperately in your ear. His eyes were clenched shut as he forced himself to restrain and be gentle with you now. He wanted to plow your ass, but you were so tight, and he didn’t want to hurt you. He’d already done enough of that and honestly, he felt awful.

He was also focused on another sensation. A wall of your flesh separated him from Marcel and every time Marcel would thrust and pull back, he felt his intrusive cock slide along his. His brother’s mass made you so much tighter and the grip and release on his cock corresponded with him more than you. After all, you were too fatigued to do anything more than be still and limp while the used you.

Porco wasn’t attracted to his brother in anyway. But it felt so good every time Marcel’s dick passed through your channel and back. So Porco decided that when his brother thrusted in, he would do the opposite motion.

“Slow your pace,” Porco ordered. And to his surprise and awe, Marcel complied. At least for now until his brother got going. Truth was, he was ready to fuck you hard, but Marcel was the most patient out of them all and it wasn’t often that his brother took such a dominant position to oppose him.

“Not going to force ring in,” Porco promised you and you could have belted out a praise to the gods because the thought of taking it in your backside scared you. “Stop clenching, Y/N. Let me in.”

“I’m sorry, Porco,” you muttered. “It’s….so big.”

“Doing so good for us, our sweet little mate,” Marcel huffed. “Show you can take us both.”

Your eyes tightened as you focused on the ring of muscles that Porco was passing through. Marcel stalled completely to offer you words of encouragement, stroking your hair, even leaning in to kiss you but you couldn’t reciprocate. Not if you wanted to be obedient for Porco.

You felt the notch of his medial ring and Porco sighed with relief. “There…did so good for us. Now we fuck the life out of you.”

He glanced to Marcel and they nodded and even in that moment you came alive as they both ruthlessly fucked you. Marcel was vocal but Porco wanted to overpower him, so their bellows and groans silenced your last desperate cries. Your eyes were fixated on the ceiling and your mouth hung open in a silent scream. You simply could not offer the world a sound anymore.

It was so hot, figuratively and literally between those two males. Sweat poured from your body and both Marcel and Porco were glistening with their own. The wicked noises that came from them as they rutted into your being were utterly sick.

Marcel’s hips stuttered and Porco understood, his brother was close to coming and he would join him in his release. Marcel’s ring expanding, taking the light from your eyes and for the third time, your stomach became tight as his thick bullman load filled you up. It was incredible, to feel them both cumming at the same time. Their cocks twitched and pulsed as their loads surged inside you. You were shaking uncontrollably, whether it was from intense fatigue or pleasure, you weren’t sure. Nothing made sense anymore. The world didn’t even feel real. Drool leaked down your mouth as you slumped into Marcel’s neck. He nuzzled you softly.

“Almost done…and you rest.”

“R-Reiner…” you managed to say. "Please, I'm worried about him."

“We’ll get him ,” Marcel promised.

Porco tensed up and huffed, but he was too tired to fight. He pulled himself free and watched as his cum leaked from your ass. What a delicious sight. He filled both holes. None of the other two did that. No, that was all him. Still, he was feeling soft. He passed his hands over your body as he considered your reasoning for calling out his rival's name.

“I make exception for now,” Porco muttered.

“Please…be nice to him,” you plead.

Porco looked away. “You still want that one?”

“I care for all three of you,” you tell him. “I’ve always just wanted what’s best for all of you.”

Marcel eyed his brother as he held you in place. Porco shook his head and sighed. “Fine. Fine. I’ll be nice.”

He waited for Marcel to soften, and the moment Marcel laid you down on their bed and protectively nestled against your left side, he went to retrieve Reiner. When he opened Reiner’s door, the golden bull rushed pass him to the stall. Porco growled and hurried after but the moment he entered, he found Reiner laying down between your legs, burying his face in your belly. He didn’t even act hostile when Porco took your right side and drew himself to you.

And there you were, between the three of them as they guarded you and tenderly caressed you while muttering praises. They exclaimed their love and told you they were honored to be with you. But to you, their voices weren’t comprehensible. You stared vacantly up at the ceiling wondering, what happens now?

Your eyes grew heavy, but you wanted to fight it. You needed to leave. You needed to get back to your housing unit and act like nothing happened. But you were surrounded by these bullmen referring to you as their mates. You were naked and broken in so many ways besides physical exhaustion. And despite your want to fight, the heaviness of sleep was something you simply could not win against. It claimed you, much like the bullmen now surrounding you.

You could have sworn you heard voices at some point. Maybe also, the sound of Reiner or Porco warning someone away. Perhaps even the sound of tranquilizer guns going off. You could have sworn you felt someone pick you up too. That was all you could recall from the strange dream you had as you kept your eyes shut while slowly gaining consciousness.

You had no idea where you were. You were still without clothes, and you were laid out on something cold beneath you. That’s when you heard more voices.

“Yelena, have you prepared the file and report?” That voice belonged to Magath. “I want it taken care of immediately. Make her disappearance look like an accident, typical of the bullmen industry.”

“She should become conscious any minute,” a female stated. “It’s been three days, and everything is ready for the final dosage.”

“Certainly,” replied the female. “We’ll be administering the serum once it’s extracted from Zeke.”

“Good, she’s a fine specimen. Mated with all three of them and it looks like one of them managed to knock her up. She’ll produce a lot for us. Once Zeke brings the serum, she’ll be out in the field with the others in no time. Living her best life on the farm while giving us plenty of bullmen. She did a great job and will continue to do a great job of helping our farm.”

You didn’t understand what you were hearing. This was such a weird dream. Where were you? Why were they talking as if they were kidnapping you? What fucking serum were they talking about?

You heard a door open, and you wanted to flee, but you found you couldn’t move whatsoever. You couldn’t even open your eyes or move your lips to scream

“Here it is,” said another man.

“Good timing,” Yelena said as she took the syringe. “Now for the final part in all of this. Farewell to your old life, Y/N. I promise you’re going on to better, greener pastures.”

[azelmawrites]

I miss my hoes (yelena & hange) why are they so ignored now that aot is over? why are we forgetting the visceral effect they had on us?

therefore, please give me ideas to write about either. I beg.

[voidclrx]

can u do a hc of how aot girls (+hange) reacts to their s/o squirting when they're doing it. if ur comfortable with it ofc

yesss

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↬aot girls x fem!reader and hange x fem!reader

↬tw : nsfw, squirting

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yelena

squirting is usual with yelena because of her loooong and experimented fingers, so she wouldn’t be surprised.

but everytime you squirt she can’t help but feeling proud of her

"yes baby girl, give me your juice"

mikasa

she would be surprised at first!

but after, she’ll turned happy

cause she loves to know that she make you feel good

"i love to see that i’m making you feel good my love"

annie

she likes to pretend she’s shocked that you squirt.

but of course, she knows that you would, because she’s talented for that

"huh? so you release yourself on my finger like that?"

pieck

she’s a sweetheart, like a big sweetheart

she’ll praises you a lot🥺

"it’s okay, squirt for me, release all you have for me honey "

historia

she’s a praising queen too

she would reassure you that it’s nothing and that she loves you

"you have the right to squirt my love, i’m not against it since i know it make you feel good"

ymir

ymir would love to see you squirting for her

like she feels powerful because of that.

"yes cum for me, that’s it darling"

sasha

like mikasa she would be surprised !

but please don’t be shocked if she drinks it.

she just wanted to know how you taste.

"wow you taste so good".

hange

i’m not gonna lie, it was their goal since the debut

and when you squirt hange would almost screamed of happiness.

"oooh y/n you see? i know i can make you squirt, hehe"

[theepisceswriter]

💜-Spicy (18+)

Reiner Braun

Making Reiner cum just from grinding 💜 Steamy morning sex w/ Reiner 💜 Soft Reiner headcanons

Erwin Smith

Brat tamer headcanons 💜 Professor Erwin 💜 (a Erwin x Reader x Zeke modern AU ficlet) Sugar daddy Erwin 💜 Steamy office sex 💜

Zeke Jaeger

Threesome with Erwin & Zeke 💜

Armin Arlet

Virgin!Armin’s first time being with you 💜 Beach Sex w/ Armin 💜   

Connie Springer 

Yearning For Your Touch (Connie Springer x black fem!reader) 💜

Yelena 

Yelena with a strap on brainrot 💜

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

Jealous!reader ( Erwin, Reiner, Connie, Levi) Jealous!reader pt.2 (Porco, Bertholdt, Pieck, Zeke) Comforting a stressed out/overworked significant other ( Reiner, Jean, Pieck, Erwin, Zeke) Being naughty with a S/O during moments they shouldn’t 💜 ( Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Levi) AOT characters w/ a plus-size s/o ( Porco, Connie, Erwin, Reiner) Sexting AOT characters 💜 ( Erwin, Levi, Reiner, Zeke, Connie) Caught/Nearly caught having sex in public w/ AOT characters 💜 ( Eren, Reiner, Armin, ) Jealous AOT men (Levi, Porco, Zeke, Eren, Erwin) Taking you to Pound town AOT edition (Jean, Reiner, Zeke, Erwin) 💜

[swoftbambi]

☃️.𝐀𝐯𝐨𝐧𝐢’𝐬 𝟏𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

this is my december event where for 12 days i will post content for my hero academia, attack on titan, and death note that is winter/holiday themed. (ignore the video title)

all my writings for this event will be fluff (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵), and will vary between drabble, long fics and headcannons!

a/n reblogs appreciated and the tag list to follow is

☃️♾.12dayschristmas. all of my writing will be queued at the times i usually queue them. enjoy!!!

day one: walking in a winter wonderland

.❄️ tamaki amajiki x fem!reader

″🌨. on the way home from getting a snack, you and tamaki get lost in a snowstorm

day two: christmas and chill

.❄️ yelena x fem!reader

″🌨. yelena and you stay home are trapped inside during a blizzard

day three: home is where the heart is

.❄️ dabi x fem!reader

″🌨. it’s hard for dabi to celebrate the holidays, so you try to put him in the holiday mood

day four: sledding with bnha boys

.❄️ deku, denki, kirishima, iida

″🌨. you take them sledding, and this is how they act

day five: santa baby

.❄️ eren jaeger x fem!reader

″🌨. eren jaeger and you decorate the christmas tree together

day six: aot characters under the mistletoe

.❄️ mikasa, porco, yelena, levi

″🌨. how they would kiss you under that green plant

day seven: mean boys

.❄️ jean, armin, connie, eren

″🌨. they watch mean girls once, now they’re regina george

day eight: skate with me

.❄️ L lawliet x fem!reader

″🌨. you take L on an ice skating date to get his mind off catching kira

day nine: put your head on my shoulder

.❄️ armin x fem!reader

″🌨. you finally put the kids to sleep and it gets armin thinking about his life during the holidays

day ten: anniversary in the alps

.❄️ jean x fem!reader

″🌨. jean always worked in the winter which meant you never really had time to enjoy the holidays properly, you both would usually wait until summer to go to costa rica or bali like usual but this time he surprises you with a trip to a winter

day eleven: coming soon

day twelve: coming soon

[allovertheplace-writing]

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Attack on Titan || Royal AU

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The sun trickled in through the glass of her balcony doors. It hugged all that it touched, staining even the princess in gold. She could hear the crickets outside her window and she could hear the footsteps that hurried past her room. And as the faint smell of lavender fell upon her, she sighed.

His voice was soft, gently rousing her from her sleepy state as it did every morning, "G' morning, princess." She hummed, "..five more minutes, please, Bert." He brought a hand to her cheek, gently brushing his thumb across her skin, "I wish I could let you, but we have a busy day." Pressing her face into her pillow, she groans, "Please, don't remind me.." A soft laugh brushed against her skin, the breath of it gliding across her shoulder in a lonely dance.

With another sigh, she peered up at him, "..what might be first?" His smile had always been kind, but the princess thought this was the kindest it has ever been. "Well.."

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