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✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Shawty Want The Whole Team ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩
･˳ . ⋆ Team Starring Reiner Braun, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Connie Springer, And Floch Forster x Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆
Synopsis: you and Reiner make your desires merge into one on this special night
୨୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, Gangbang/group sex, 8some, bodily fluids( squirting, cum, spit, etc.), dark content!!!, dubcon!!!, Somnophilia( just a little bit, it’s consensual), marking body with marker , knife play but minor, cam recording, picture taking, reader is an gothic Bimbo who loves leopard( I heard that’s one characteristics goth bimbos have, may be incorrect though), pet names( nymph, pretty angel, strawberry whore, strawberry, bunny, doll, Bambi, etc.), dirty talking, deep throating, face fuck, getting used and you love it, all them wear ski mask which mask kink, voice kink, lipstick/lipliner meshed with lipgloss kink, triple penetration, double penetration( one or both holes), anal play( butt plugs, anal, etc.), creampies, breeding kink implied, messy face fuck( I mean it), nipple play, eren is obsessed with your boobs( small or big, doesn’t matter), let me know if I missed something!!! Wc: 7k
Minors do not interact, 18+
ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Happy No Nut November everyone. I hope you all been lasting so far because I’m hoping to break it with this fic, I hope you all have a great time reading this long waited fic and I want to apologize to the people who were really looking forward to the aot Veterans fic like this one, but I plan on doing something else for them. Anyways I’m talking too much, so thank you all for tuning in and reading my kinktober/nnn fics, much love and this is the end <33
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Staying to yourself has always been your memo. It keeps people away from you, or so you thought. You always walked throughout the hallways of your apartment with your head held high, black/brown lip liner or black lipstick on your lips with a salacious shadow attached to you. Salacious to Armin that is. Armin thought you were fucking perfect as he stared at you walking past him to get to your apartment door opposite side of his.
He stood right there with his door open for a minute as he eyed you up and down. You had your headphones on your head, listening to your music. Despite your appearance, you listened to all kinds of music. Normally people expected you to listen to only rock, metal, or alternative music. Armin smiled to himself when he heard your keys drop. He hurried to pick them up and hand them to you.
You smiled and took off your headphones, greeting him, “ Hi Armin, didn’t know you were right there, I thought you were with the others at Eren’s house for game night.”
He watched your plump lips move and nothing you said registered in his mind. He tried so hard not to lower his eyes to your pushed up boobs in your choice of clothing with black as the main color of the outfit. You had a splash of a leopard print pattern with your outfit as well. His eyes stayed on the little knife necklace in between your boobs— he noticed the knife had a vial of red liquid in the middle of it and was fascinated by it, more like making himself fascinated just so he could stare a little longer. He gave up on trying and decided to trail his eyes further down to your pudgy stomach showing through your outfit.
You were still talking and not even noticing his big blue eyes tracing your body curves/ lumps in your leopard and black outfit with a bullet belt over your lower tummy and across your hips—slanted. Your legs were covered in fishnets with stars covered over them and you had on black platform boots. You looked gorgeous in his eyes, if only Reiner hadn't gotten to you first.
You cleared your throat once you noticed him looking and giggled in your hand, “ Oh Armin, you’re gonna get in trouble with Eren for missing his game night ~” the way you stretched the word night should be considered a sinful purr. Your voice went straight to his dick and at the point in time he needed you especially as he watched you walk inside your apartment— outfit hugging your voluptuous frame. Your hips or love handles were on his mind as he imagined squeezing them into his slender fingers . He didn’t like to think of women like this, but the temptation was taking over him. He shook his head and walked ahead with nothing but you on his mind. His thoughts lasted a long time even while he was at the game night with his boys.
A few hours later, Reiner was sitting on the couch sipping his beer between his pretty ring-filled hands. He was watching Jean, Floch, and Eren argue with one another over who lost in MK1. Reiner soon felt a vibration in his pants pocket due to his phone. He took it out and looked at it— instantly turning it over on his lap and looking around to see if anyone noticed his actions and someone did: Colt.
“ What’s wrong Reiner?”, Colt said on the stool at the bar where the snacks and drinks were. Reiner looked at him and debated inside of his head if he wanted to tell him what’s actually up or make an excuse.
Reiner sighs and rubs his big, veiny hand down his face, “ Just my girl, she’s been fussing at me more than usual”.
Colt took that excuse but Porco didn’t, “ He’s lying to you, see how his ears are twitching, he’s lying. Can’t believe I know this excuse of a human better than you, Colt.” Porco had a love and hate relationship with Reiner. He thinks Reiner is tolerable sometimes and that’s enough for him to still be friends with the man.
“ Can we just drop it.”, Reiner says, unknowingly picking up his phone again to unlock and see the picture. He kept his eyes trained on the way your body sat on the bed in a doll-like position with your knees placed on the bed, legs folded behind you, and your feet connected to the fat of your ass. The lingerie you had on was totally different from what you always wear. You just had on satin black bikini underwear with a leopard-print bow on the front, your pussy outline was visible and he was thirsty for it. Gosh, he loved how fat your pussy was.
You then had on a leopard print see-through robe with black fur on the outline and as he lifted his eyes on the phone, he placed a hand over his growing bulge. Your boobs were out and your nipples were pierced as usual but this time the nipple ring was different, it was his favorite color.
Reiner was too busy admiring the picture that he didn’t hear or feel any of the men behind him. They were looking at the photo as well, instantly getting hard, each for different reasons.
Eren because of your pierced nipples and how beautiful your boobs look. Jean for how full and lucious your lips looked. The other wanted to know what they were looking at, so Armin spoke up, “ What are you guys staring at?”
Reiner suddenly snapped his head up and shut off his phone to look behind him, gasping at Eren and Jean standing behind him with Connie trying to see from behind the two.
Eren was the first to speak between the three, “ So when are you gonna share? I’ve been wanting a piece of her since lik—”
“ She’s not meat, Eren. Have some decency for once.”, Jean says, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head following.
“ Let me see dammit.”, Connie declares with a flow of desperation seeping through his voice. He wanted to see you so badly since he had a crush on you way before Reiner even got with you. Connie looked at Eren and Jean, “ one word… Selfish”.
Jean turned back to him and they started arguing with Eren joining in to say that he knows you’re not meat and how he didn’t mean it that way.
Reiner didn’t pay their bickering no mind as he thought about the conversation you had last night courtesy of Eren asking that question.
Reiner was rubbing the middle of your back as you two laid naked against each other, “ Darkest desire I have, hmm… seeing you get pounded by my friends. Every last one of us uses you, of course still pleasuring you”.
You took in a sharp inhale before looking up at him since your head was on his meaty chest, “ same desire I have but with a few kinks involved, you’re down to hear them?” Reiner looked down at you and smirked with a nod of his head in sequence.
Reiner stood up and looked around at his boys, “ Anyone know where to get a ski mask from?” The men either tilted their heads in confusion or had a glow in their eyes signifying curiosity dancing her way in the pools of color each of their eyes held.
This only led to you sleeping as you get split open in your dream. Your dream was so beautiful and hot that you wanted to sleep longer, courtesy of Reiner bullying his cock into your wet pussy in missionary style as you whisper sweet words to each other inside of your dream. You two were making love in your dream and you never wanted it to end.
Yet it ended as soon as you felt a sharp thrust inside of your already hot cunt making you scream into the cloth covering your mouth. Your eyes snapped open and you saw gold irises swimming with the intensity of salacious intent as he bullied his cock past your tight slit, “ Mmmf, ahhhn.” Your moans were muffled and Reiner loved it, but he loved the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his thick cock even more.
He bit his lips as the ski mask was starting to soak into his skin because of the sweat clouding up as he fucked you and been fucking you for 15 minutes already, more like edging himself for 15 minutes, “ oh fuck! Such a good little pussy you have. Always need you whenever I come home.”
Your eyes widened once you recognized that voice, it was your man. Reiner. Big and buff with a ski masked on his face. This was your biggest desire, too bad you couldn’t get your other desire, or so you thought.
You felt the bed dip beside you and looked around to find two other masked men, one with deep green-blue eyes and another one with big blue eyes. You started to squirm around when Reiner thrusts became more powerful, “ Mmmph. I cwnttt. Pleishhh.” Every word you tried to say came out muffled and they all loved the feeling they got. The feeling of PDI: Power, Dominance, and Imbalance.
The man with the green-blue eyes grabbed your hand and placed your long acrylic nails on his dick wrapping his hand around to guide your hand up and down his cock. Eren couldn’t believe he was finally getting a taste or feeling of you, “ Her fuckhole is taking you so well, can’t say I’m impressed though since this is what all whores do right?” Eren lips formed into a pretty smile as you looked at him with squinted eyes. “ Take cocks like this.” Eren snapped his fingers to appoint the end of his statement.
You recognized that voice and you got wetter and tightened around Reiner to which you got a slap on your pussy, “ She’s indeed a slut… tightin’ around me at the sound of - ghahh Fuck!- your v-voice”. Your clit was shaking because of that action and you were pretty sure if his big hand slapped your pussy again you were gonna squirt on this man.
Armin trailed his hands down your arm to your hand to lace his fingers with them and lifted your hand to his cock, so now there were two hands on his pulsing cock with a girth that seemed even wider than Reiner’s. He had length, but his girth was a monster.
Your panties wasn’t even torn off so that’s how you knew Reiner stood on business because he usually slides your panties off, hell he usually wakes you up as well. Hated that feeling but you loved this one. Waking up to his cock already inside of you was a dream and reality now.
Armin threw his head back as he let out a low moan, “ Fuck pretty girl, y-your hands feels so good around my cock.” You were about to cum because Armin’s words cut through you like you were a tomato. Calling you a pretty girl was your weakness.
Your pussy quivered and another guy came beside Armin with light brown eyes with gold specks in them, at least that’s what it seemed when you peered at him as you kept stroking Armin and Eren dicks with different paces for each. Eren’s cock stroked in a fast pace; straight and up and down as in comparison to Armin’s cock being stroked in a slow-twist combo.
The guy put his thumb on your clit as Reiner kissed your cervix with his cock deep inside of you. The guy rubbed in slow circles causing you to try to squeeze your legs around Reiner’s hips but two other pairs of hands snatched each leg back and out of Reiner’s reach. Your moans were louder now as you try to move up and off Reiner’s dick so your pussy can catch a break. Your pussy was so fucking wet and you heard the pussy squelching noises along with his balls slapping against your other hole. The hole you now noticed has something attached to it. It was a butt plug, specifically a bunny tail butt plug inside of you, warming you up to take their cocks in your ass. You fucking loved this feeling so damn much. The feeling of being filled in both holes.
“ Cum f’me, Baby. Let Reiner feel your first orgasm for this night. Let us hear the sweet muffled moans spilling from you like a good little slut. Tonight you’re our performer so keep us entertained baby.”, The guy with specks of gold in his light brown eyes says as he leaned over to look you directly in the eye while still thumbing your clit.
“ Fuck that! Take the blindfold off her mouth so we can really hear her. Need to hear our pretty girl moan like a brain fucked bitch in heat”., Another man holding your thighs says in a matter of fact tone. You noticed that voice as well, Porco Galliard. A man you didn’t get along with but you secretly wanted to destroy or he destroyed you. Either way, you get something out of him.
A fifth man came to plant his knees on both sides of your head, slowly taking the blind fold off. He watched your eyes closed in bliss and your mouth open in a small o. Beautiful Melodies flew out of your mouth as he stared at you with his brown eyes and face covered with a ski mask just like the rest, “ She’s a true beauty, how the fuck did Reiner score with her?”
Porco's voice was heard next as you moaned at Reiner now drilling into your pussy, “ We all ask the same question, ginger. It’s confusing but from the way he’s fucking her, you could see why.”
Colt laughed as he peered over Reiner’s shoulder to watch you just like Porco was doing, “ I never thought there will be a day you compliment Reiner, Poc.”
Reiner couldn’t listen to them when his eyes were zoomed in on the way your whimpers were growing more rapidly and the way your body shook as he was still plunging into your sobbing pussy. “ Shit, I could feel myself cumming but I need you to cum before I do baby, so cum for me. Cum for us.”
“ Ahhn, I think I’m gonn- I think I’m gonna cum. Fuck!”, Your moans were beautiful to all of their ears and as some of them watch you lift your upper body up while Reiner fucked you through your orgasm, they realize that you were perfect for Reiner, one of his types.
Connie was holding off on jerking his cock because of how in awe he was at your body and how your hands, after dropping them from stroking Eren and Armin off, were trying to push reiner away because of the overstimulation you were getting.
Reiner wanted to stop fucking you so badly so he could hold off his orgasm but he couldn’t, not when your pussy is milking his cock as she sucked him in a vice grip. You were hungry for his dick. Reiner looked down at where the two of you were connected and saw your pussy was squirting a bit on his cock whilst also creaming on his dick, still having his ski mask on with sweat overlapping on his hair and face.
“ Reiner pl-please, s’ too much for me. Ahhnnn.”, Your moans were almost pornograhic and that pushed Reiner over the edge as he snapped his hips one more time with his balls landing on the fur ball attached to your butt plug.
His dick pumped inside of you as you felt your cervix get filled with his cum. “ Shit baby! So fucking good. S’ fucking good. She’s, ughhh!” They couldn’t even make fun of him as he tried to cradle all of your body inside of his big arms with his body sweat rolling onto your body because of him holding you— pumping you full. It’s like the others were watching a porn video from the way you two were fucking each other.
Reiner was seeing stars even as he laid his head on your chest. Your hand made its way into his hair calming him down from his orgasm. You knew he was probably at his limit since average men could only cum once, but you needed more.
So, you lifted your hips up with his cock still inside of you— fucking him back to full on hard since he was beginning to get semi soft inside of your pussy. “ Need more, Rei. Need you.” You looked around at the men staring in shock and mewled out, “ need all of you.”
Reiner lifted his head up and kissed you on your lips, “ Whatever my strawberry wants, she gets. Use her how she wants guys.” He slowly pulled out of you with a full hard on now and moved out of the way for the other men to surround you now.
“ what a pretty pair of tits you have, can’t wait to suck on em’, doll.”, Eren says as he twisted your right nipple making you whimper. Most would know that Eren is a tits man. He loved boobs of all sizes and colors—yours were no different from those he loved. In fact, he would have to say they’re more beautiful to stare at instead of fucking or sucking, so he brought his phone out of his pocket and you panicked, well your eyes showed slight panic. Eren looked at Reiner, “ you wouldn’t mind if I captured her essence for later right?”
Reiner looked at you before looking back at Eren, “ Ask her, it’s her body.” It was the bare minimum but Reiner always gave you butterflies when he said anything like that. Eren clicked, “ You are so right, how could I forget that you can speak for yourself right. So I ask you, may I capture these pretty tits for later, doll?”
You gulped and slowly nodded your head. Eren smiled and whispered a sweet to himself before taking a photo of your tits but as he was doing that your eyes connected with bright hazel eyes that belonged to Connie Springer. Connie leaned down to smash his lips onto yours, tasting your spit so lovingly. His tongue inserted inside of your mouth and you moaned from that feeling alone. You reached to pump his red flushed cock causing him to hiss into your kiss, “ fuck, pretty Angel.”
You heard other belt buckles and pants unzip and knew you were about to be fucked into oblivion. Some of them kept their cargo pants on and some didn’t. Eren, Porco, and Jean kept their cargo pants or jeans on and the rest took their style of pants off, leaving them in nothing but their tattoos or piercings.
You soon felt Connie’s lips detach from yours and another pair was placed on your lips, these ones were more rougher and somehow you loved how rough they kissed you. Floch needed to see how your lips tasted and felt but it didn’t last long because Jean snatched him back to lift you up and your legs and arms wrapped around his waist and neck so tightly in fear of him dropping up.
No matter how much you weighed Jean was gonna fuck you in the air or on the wall, he didn’t care he needed to bounce you on his dick, “ You’re such a bunny. A pretty bunny. A fuck bunny so I need you to bounce on me like one, okay.” You would’ve thought it was corny if you weren’t so horny. Jean’s eyes were on you as he pushed his cock inside of your warm pussy.
You couldn’t take how long his cock was so you squeezed your eyes shut. It’s like you could feel every vein on his cock sliding inside your pussy and it felt too good, so good that tears were beginning to develop in your eyes. Jean's eyes widened and he instantly stopped himself from going in further, “ What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Do you wanna st-”
“ No.” you interrupt as he bombard you with questions of concern. “ It’s just so good, please fuck me, Jeanyy. I promise I can take it. Please.” You felt another pair of hands from behind you as they helped you take all of Jean’s cock into your wet cunt by placing hands on your shoulders to guide you down.
“ Come on, strawberry, is that all you can take, I feel like your hole is wet enough to take Jean boy. I would’ve thought a slut like you would do better than this, I’m disappointed in you, princess?”, Porco says as he wiggles the bunny tail around making you moan with your head thrown back against his body.
“ Fuck off, Porco. You’re gonna help or what?, if not get the hell out of our space.”, Jean says as he grabs your ass in between his fingers, some of the fat spilling over his fingers. Jean hated when people called him his mother’s nickname, it’s annoying when she says it even as he’s a grown adult so it was double annoying when his friends say it, especially in front of his crush he’s about to pound in a moment.
Porco knew Jean was irritated, so he smirked at him and put his head in between your shoulders to stare at Jean, “ Let me show you how to properly fuck a slut like her. You too Reiner.” Reiner scoffed and rolled his eyes at his friend.
Porco slowly took out the butt plug as he watched how your body wiggled against Jean’s dick causing him to still himself inside of your pussy in fear of cumming before you. Once the plug was out of you, Porco stroked his cock a solid two times before lining his tip against the opening of your ass. Your ass puckered in desperation of emptiness and you needed something to fill it up after being plugged up for you don’t know how long.
Porco pushed himself inside of your hole causing you to cry with more tears pouring down your eyes, your mascara falling down your eyes. You knew you should’ve taken off the remaining of your makeup but you fell asleep right after masturbating to Reiner because of his reaction to the picture you sent.
Once Porco got himself past the tight ring of muscle, he slowly felt you relax as he gave you time to adjust to him and Jean being inside of you at the same time.
You whined as your hands were placed on Jean’s chest, “ Wan’ more. Please treat me like a slut, fuck me like a whore.” Jean smashed his lips onto yours as both him and Porco began to move in sync. Both hissing at the feeling of your pussy and ass welcoming them in like it’s a home for them.
“ Fuck princess, you’re sucking my dick into this precious little hole of yours, wish we can- fuck!- take as long as we want but we can’t when you have other wolves to feed as well.”, Porco says as he slides more of himself inside of you as he was still fucking into you, getting you to take all of his thick dick inside of your ass.
When Jean moved in, Porco moved out and you were in heaven because the feeling of being stuffed in both ends was a beautiful feeling to you, so beautiful that you couldn’t help but to babble, “ mmph, mmm, keep fucking me like this.” They both sped up with Louis pants and groans following. The sound of balls slapping against your skin and their each other balls were heard as they quickened their pace.
“ Shit bunny, you’re bouncing on my cock so well, fuck! Such a good little bunny for me.”, Jean moans into your neck prior to sucking on it as he rolls his hips into your pelvis. The loud smacks from their bodies were addictive to the rest of the men who stroked themselves to the scene in front of them.
Crazily enough, Porco liked the feeling of being inside of your ass, especially when his cock rubbed against Jean’s adding more pleasure to his fuck. Jean felt the same, only a wall stopping them from being in the same hole.
“ M’gonna, Uhhnnn, Je-annnn. Por-coooo.” The moans that came out of your mouth set them ablaze and so they fucked your even harder chasing their own orgasms not knowing that you already came onto their dicks with no hesitation, “ Yesssss, fuck me. Fuck me. You're fuc-ckingg me sooo goodd.” Your legs were tightly gripping onto jeans waist causing him to stiffen himself and cum deep into your pussy with a loud moan of your name. Reiner watched the whole thing with envy and lust. Specifically envy when Jean came inside of you and Porco followed after with a loud groan of your name.
When your body went limp inside of their arms, they both pant before sliding out of you with their cum dripping out of you and onto the floor. The others watched and whispered different things.
Porco slapped your ass and kissed your ear, “ Thank you for the ride, slut. Gotta use that mouth next time since that’s what you’re best at running.”
Your legs were still shaking and you couldn’t even register his words, but you felt the slap on your ass and you moaned. Jean had to take the ski mask off because he was sweating nonstop, he threw it behind him and took your mouth against his in hunger. In between the kisses he muttered a thank you prior to walking you to the bed with his arms around your body. Jean turned you around to place you on a body laying on the bed already, “ You took them like a champ, doll. And you looked so pretty while they took you, so will you be able to handle me, Armin, and Connie as well?”
Your pussy visibly clenched in Armin’s view as he stood behind you and when you did it, a little cum dripped down your pussy to land on Eren’s pants. Armin let out a shaken breath and placed his hands on your ass to spread you apart. You were about to look back to see who it was, but Connie took your hair and yanked back on whatever hairstyle you had making you wince, “ Ah ah Ah, nope, nuh uh, focus only on me, pretty Angel. Need all of your attention on me as I fuck your pretty face. Couldn’t wait to have you like this so I’m not gonna waste any more.” Connie slammed his cock inside of your mouth making you take all of his cock in his mouth, “ Shit! time.” He finished off his sentence at the same time your choking was heard.
Your black lip liner meshed into your lipgloss or black lipstick was starting to have marks on Connie’s dick and he loved the little black rings forming on his cock as he drove his dick back and forth in your mouth. Eren sucked on one of your boobs swinging in his face at the same time he felt Armin grab his dick to help him inside of your tight and warm pussy. Eren let out a moan with your nipple in his mouth and the vibrations went straight to your core allowing him to push himself more inside because of you opening up to him just a little bit.
Once Armin slid inside of your pussy, he let out a loud whimper shocking himself and everyone around him. Colt patted his back as he stood on the side of him wanting to feel you wrapped around his dick as well.
Feeling both of their cocks inside of the same hole was too much for you but it felt good, a weird good. “ mmmpfff, mmmm!” Your moans were vibrating on Connie’s cock which now just sat inside of your mouth, he was giving you time to adjust to both Armin and Eren inside of you at once.
Tears were escaping your eyes even more due to the pain of the stretch happening by Armin’s cock slowly moving in and out of your pussy. He finally had the chance to move more when you started to get wetter and a bit loose for him and Eren. Doesn’t mean your pussy didn’t still take the shape of his and his best friend's cocks. “ You’re doing so well, Pretty Bambi. So well for me and Eren. Now will you allow one more?”
You squirmed in anticipation at the feeling of being filled by four cocks whether they were in the same hole or not. You felt feet positioned themselves on the side of your body as you desperately heard Eren slurping sounds on your tits just as much as you felt his warm saliva covering your nipples like icing on a cake. It was like he was trying to suck some milk out of them from how hard the sucking sounds were heard.
“ Not being nice with her like you three are, so take this you pretty nymph.”, Floch says with his dick moving inside of your asshole, making you take all of his dick which was surprisingly big enough to fill your greedy hole. Once they saw your head snap back after popping Connie’s dick out of your mouth with a moan following they knew they were gonna have so much fun.
Connie looked down at you as he tried to balance himself on the moving bed that was moving back and forth. He looked at your face and his eyes brightened up at the image of you taking dicks after dicks inside of you, so bad he needed to capture this moment forever, “ Reiner, give me your camera. Need everyone to know this pretty succubus name.”
Reiner stood up with the camera that always sat on the book shelf and handed it to Connie before kissing your cheek, “ Having fun, strawberry?” You couldn’t form words at the moment because you were too fucked out. Nothing but small cries and they’re groaning and moans synced into one were heard. Some grunts were heard around the room.
Reiner chuckled as Connie angled the camera at your face with his ski mask still on, in fact all of them except Jean had theirs still on. Connie pressed record and recorded your moans as you looked down into Eren’s eyes, “ Fuck she’s taking all three of them so fucking well, a true Nymph.”
Jean chimed in, “ Slut.”
Porco next, “ Whore.”
And finally Colt was next, “ She’s incredible, insatiable.”
“ Dude can’t you be mean for once in your life, you’re fucking up the video.”, Connie says as he looks at Colt off the video. You could hear Reiner chuckling at the comment.
“ Leave Colt alone, Connie. He’s a sweetheart. A lover boy.”, Reiner says as he tweaked your nipples while he had one knee on the bed studying you as you took three cocks inside of you at the same time.
“ nnghhh, I don’t think.. hahh. I don’t think I’m gonna hold awnnn.”, You moaned as Armin’s and Eren’s cocks synced into you with rhythm, as Eren moved in, Armin swirled his hips to move out and this repeated. You had no idea Armin could fuck like this but he’s fucking you with much more rhythm than you expect.
Meanwhile Floch was on top of you and Eren drilling into your ass until he had to cum and he pulled out before that to get down, “ Fuck, she’s so fucking… ughhh I was about to cum but that’s not where I want to cum.”
Once Floch moved out the way Armin could move how he wanted. He held your hips and started to speed his thrusting up, fluently and rapidly. His thrust was matching Eren’s. “ Shit, Bambi, I can’t hold on either. Wanna cum deep inside of you. Hahhh!” Armin’s nickname and moans were getting to you and you needed to put something in your mouth before you suddenly start babbling out things you don’t mean.
Eren told Armin to stop for a second and positioned both of you down a bit off the bed and after that, he signaled Armin to go. They both started to thrust inside of your now stretched out hole and you latched your lips around Connie’s tip making him shudder and stagger a bit, he was caught off guard and anyone who watched the video back would see how he was caught off guard due to the shaking of the camera.
Eren’s balls were slapping against Armins and it added onto him pounding into your soft spot over and over “Fuck, doll. Fuck! Fuck! I swear to God I’m gonna cum inside of her Reiner, I don’t care about anything but cumming inside of this amazing pussy. How does she feels Armin? I know you’re close as well, I can feel you pumping against me.”
Armin couldn’t even think or talk, your pussy was too good to even form sentences so he let out a low moan followed by a yeah. Eren knew his friend was pussy drunk, hell he was too if he’s talking about practically putting a baby in her.
The squelching sounds became louder and soon they both felt liquid squirting on their cocks as you tried so desperately to get away from everyone because the pleasure was becoming too much but at the same time you didn’t want it to end.
“ She’s fucking squirting on us, fuck it. M’cummin.”, Eren says as he pushes more of himself into you to cum inside of your pussy. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as Connie recorded your mouth swallowing his dick all the way down your throat with loud gags following.
Armin was next and he came a bit inside of you by accident before pulling out and finishing on your ass with sweat covering his body just as much as sweat was covering Eren’s. “ Shit. I can- I can’t Bambi, you are taking us so well and allowing me to finish on this perfect ass of yours like a good girl.”
Connie's head snapped up since his head was thrown back because of the head you were giving him. He suddenly snatched your head down to the base of his dick with your nose pressed into his semi-shaved grey hair. He tried to ignore the sounds of you choking and sucking on his dick so good and pointed the camera to Armin, “ Woah, little Armi…” Connie got sidetracked, “ hahhh~ fuck pretty Angel, your throat is amazing. Can’t believe you kept this all to yourself Reiner. Anyways, back to you Armin, you grew up.” Your hands came up to Connie’s thighs to tap him so you could breathe since you have been swallowing his dick so long, “ Oh sorry, pretty Angel, let me let you breathe.” He snatched your hair back to let you breathe again and you let out a loud sigh, coughs were in sequence.
Spit dripped down his cock, your chin, and tits. Eren thankfully moved his head to the right when he saw spit was dripping down your body and was about to move to his ski mask. You felt so messy and full as Eren slid out of you with his cum dripping down your pussy. “ Mmmgh, I feel so full.”
“ Good, you’re about to be even fuller and messier.”, Floch says as he grabs you off Eren to drag you by the arm to the couch in the room. He pushed you down and ripped the remaining of your clothes off and you swore you were never turned on by Floch before, but you are now. He snatched half of your body off the small couch and turned to Connie and then turned to Colt, “ You two are gonna fuck her or should I?”
Reiner wanted to say that you had enough but the way you were staring at Connie’s dick told him to shut the hell up. It’s your desire and his desire coming together as one in this night so of course both of you are gonna enjoy it even more.
Connie stalked over to you like a predator, he needed to feel your pussy around his cock, so he positioned himself in between your legs and tapped his now moist dick on your cream filled pussy, “ Fuck, you’re such a pretty slut man, it’s scary to know that I won’t find someone like you. A dedicated slut. Let me give you a reward for swallowing my dick. That’s cool with you right?”
You whimpered as you sat up on your elbows, “ fuck me, con’. Want you to make me a mess, messier than I already am. All three of you.” As you end that last sentence, you stare at the other two men standing around you. You then stared at the camera, licking your messy lips, your lipstick or lipgloss was over the area your lips were and your mascara ran down your face. You actually looked like a whore, a pretty and classic whore.
Connie had enough and shoved the camera in Reiner’s hands before properly laying you down on the couch, “ Let’s give the pretty slut what she wants. You two could take anything but her pussy. That’s all mine for now.”
Reiner recorded all three of you whilst stroking his dick just like the rest. They watched as Floch got on top of you to grab your tits to fuck them with his cock, something Eren would gladly do if they got this opportunity again. One of their phones was ringing but they could care less because all of their focus was on you being used like a slut. Colt had put his body a little bit up toward your neck to fuck into your mouth, so he wasn’t that far from Floch as he lifted your tits up and down on his cock.
“ Shit, this bitch tits are fucking amazing. Fuck!”, Floch moaned as his spit coated his cock and in between your tits so wonderfully. It caused him to move with speed.
Connie gripped your hips and thrusted into your pussy like you were his flesh light. He was in love with your pussy because it was still tight around his dick, “ shit, her pussy is amazing. Tits as well but her pussy is- uughnn- even more amazing. It’s still so tight after taking so much cock. It’s not too tight but it’s just- mmmph- right.”
You were too busy getting your throat fucked by Colt to say thank you. His cock was so long and a bit skinny but it was still long. So when he thrusted in your mouth you automatically choke because it’s too much for your throat. You were in love with how gentle he was fucking your throat, “ Ahhn, she’s swirling her tongue under my cock e-e-everytime it goes in. It feels so fucking good. So this and her prettiness and personality is amazing.”
“ Relax Colt, it seems like you’re tryna take my girl.”, Reiner says behind the camera, getting chuckles and laughs from the guys.
Colt panicked and you saw he was about to apologize, so you locked your jaws around his cock causing him to throw his head back. He now started to thrust in your mouth like there’s no tomorrow. Spit was forming around his dick and around the base of his cock. Snot was beginning form when your tears poured down your eyes from how his dick was going in and out of your throat creating throat bulges he couldn’t see, but you could feel them.
You squirm when you feel something cold and pointy near your stomach. You felt another presence and heard Reiner’s voice, “ My strawberry loves the thought of being used by men in ski masks. She liked to be fucked senseless and treated like a flashlight by men in ski mask.. tsk.. tsk… tsk, what a dirty slut you are. She especially likes when you threaten her with a good time and her special tools. Isn’t that right, my little strawberry whore?” You tried to lift your head to talk but Colt wasn’t letting up as he wiped the sweat off your forehead as an apology.
You didn’t mind but Reiner still wanted to taunt you as he circled the sharp silver knife he got from the table next to the couch around your navel, “ My bad, I forgot you couldn’t speak.”
You moaned against Colts cock when you felt the knife lowering to your vagina but not touching it at all. Connie didn’t know how to take this new information, yet he knew one thing, he was turned on. So Connie placed a thumb over your clit and as soon as he did one rub, you squirted on him which made him cum inside you unintentionally, or was it?
Connie grunted out his moans, “ fucking shit, this fucking ahahhhhh.” He couldn’t form a sentence and he never couldn’t form a sentence, not even when he was inside of his ex-girlfriend's pussy. You were what he wanted and needed, he’s sure all of them felt the same.
Floch was now fucking roughly into your tits and he soon came on your chest and neck since he was a long cum shooter. “ Perfect. Fucking perfect!”
Reiner recorded everything and came on the open space on your tummy with a loud groan. “ Such a pretty baby doll you are, letting my friends use you and get off to you. Ohhhh.” He stroked his cock even more to free himself of all the cum that needed to come out.
Colt was last and when he came inside of your mouth your tears and snot was running down your face. Colt didn’t even mind that, if anything he thinks you looked more beautiful because in his mind he caused this and he was a proud man, “ So- Aah- so pretty.”
Reiner captured everything and when Colt pulled out he positioned the camera in your face at the same time Eren gave him the marker he picked up from your dresser. Reiner let Colt get up and positioned the camera on your body and then your face. He took the cap off the marker with his mouth and threw it behind him. He then wrote “ Pretty Bambi”, “ Angel face”, “ Strawberry whore”, “ Pretty girl”, “ Whore”, and “ Doll” on your upper body.
Once he was done writing it, you finally calmed down from your high and looked at the camera. Reiner wiped the snot off your nose and onto a towel they brought out the bathroom to wipe you down, “ Tell the camera who the pretty slut of the night is.”
You smiled and gargled around Colt’s cum into your mouth before finally swallowing it and letting out a loud breath, “ I’m { reader’s name}, nice to meet ya.”
Reiner smiled and pecked your lips, “ Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”
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#aot smut#aot x reader#reiner braun smut#reiner braun x reader#eren yeager smut#armin arlert smut#jean kirstein smut#attack on titan smut#connie springer smut#floch forster smut#porco galliard smut#chubby reader#x black reader#smut#anime smut#anime x reader#angelshubnetwork#plus size reader#colt grice smut
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i love boys who smile like crazy before eating you out. just the sight of your pussy makes their entire day and they don't even hide it. they just want to be squished in between your thighs for the most of their time. they don't care if you crush them, they want to die right there. they lap eagerly at your slit before focusing on your clit. their moans are so loud and whiny against your pussy, sending vibration through your whole body. they are clearly enjoying it even more than you are.
dedicated to: reiner, jean, colt, erwin, gojo, geto, yuuji
#aot x reader#aot smut#attack on titan smut#attack on titan x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader#reiner braun smut#reiner braun x reader#jean kirstein smut#jean kirstein x reader#erwin smith smut#erwin smith x reader#colt grice x reader#colt grice smut#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#yuuji itadori smut#yuuji itadori x reader
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Attack on Titan men walk in on you touching yourself…
pairing: Eren x reader, jean x reader, levi x reader, armin x reader, erwin x reader, colt x reader (aot, snk)
all fem!reader
***nsfw*****
Eren:
“What are you doing?” Eren asked knowingly. You were startled, you didn’t even hear him enter the cabin. You were supposed to be alone for a few hours.
When you looked up at him he was staring at you, squinting. You quickly removed your fingers from inside yourself and sat upright.
He took a couple steps forward, his shadow casting a cold over you. “Wait, why did you stop?”
The sudden switch from brain function made your thoughts stutter. “B-Because you’re right here,”
“I just didn’t expect you to…” He stared directly at your crotch, his pupils dilating, “Be here. But you’re free to continue.” He didn’t turn away.
You smirked and drew your toe up your calf to your knee, then traced your other hand along your collarbone, then let it fall to caress your own boob. “Just like you’re free to watch?” You pinched your own nipple.
He gulped, accentuating the muscles in his neck and chest, and reached his hand to his pant fastener. “And free to touch myself.”
Jean:
He’d pressed his ear up to the side of the door when he’d heard strained noises from the room adjacent. Jean’s eyes just about doubled in size when he registered that it was you inside, and the noises you were making were not out of pain, but out of pleasure.
He bit his lip and immediately dropped his palm to his crotch, pushing down to will for his now heavy erection to go away. Jean panicked when he’d heard noises coming in the hallway, new recruits reporting for their shift, he couldn’t risk them seeing him like this.
Or you. He couldn’t have them possibly hearing or seeing you in this compromising position. He had to warn you. It was the right thing to do.
You were mildly startled by Jean’s entrance, but the euphoric daze from having just come was at its peak which made it difficult to process. You smiled blissfully as Jean approached you, still laying flat against the table, arms sprawled out.
“Hey, Jean,” you greeted, “I’m very happy to see you right now.” You winked, your pulse kicking back up again, your stomach leaping at the possibility.
He smirked and climbed onto the chairs and table to lean over you. “You are so fucking loud,” he said quietly. Jean placed his long hand over your mouth and pressed his nose to your neck. “Now… Be a good girl and stay quiet.”
Levi:
If you couldn’t see the tented fabric at the crotch and the tensed muscles in his neck, you would’ve thought he was unphased.
“You’re doing it wrong,” he said roughly, staring directly at where your fingers entered the glistening muscles. You watched him lick his lips. “Tilt your fingers more,” he instructed.
You anchored your foot and lifted yourself off the mattress slightly, adjusting the angle of your fingers inside your already wet pussy.
He stalked over to you, stopping at the foot of the bed, for once looking down on you, his eyes fixed on where you kept moving your fingers. “And you’re making a mess,” he commented, watching the sheet soak up your fluid.
He groaned from frustration (mostly sexual) and grabbed a towel, fluffing it out before ordering you to sit up slightly and draped the towel down.
It wasn’t as soft as the mattress but if it made him happy… “What should I do next, Captain?”
Armin:
“Ah, Ar-Armin!” you moaned his name loudly as he entered the small room, his name slipping into the moan from touching just the right spot.
He stood in the doorway, leaving it open but mostly blocked by his shadow. You hadn’t realized he was as tall as he was. “Oh, hey, are you okay?” You shivered from the slight chill of the hall.
At first he didn’t notice, oblivious to your hands in your pants. Then his eyes trailed down you, like he was assessing you, and you watched the red blush form across his face and noticed his increased breathing.
The ache to touch yourself was heightened from being caught, the blood and adrenaline racing to be at the tip of your finger. At the tip of his finger.
He entered the room and quietly closed the door, his expression unreadable in the dark, but his voice was as comforting and soft as always, a stark contrast from his less-than-pure question, “How can I help?”
Erwin:
The urge to be feel yourself in his office chair was too overwhelming. The air thickly held onto his scent, permeating your nose and convincing your mouth to salivate.
One hand held onto his chair tightly while the other dipped between your legs. You closed your eyes.
You startled at the sudden sound of a deep voice, thick with restrained need. “Now… what do we have here?”
You shot your eyes open and there stood Erwin, standing tall, towering over you, looking down on you with a wanting smirk.
He noticed your hand stopped moving. “Oh, you didn’t have to stop.” He bent down so that he was leaning on one knee, almost at eye contact from your seat in the chair. He was so long.
He confidently placed his hand on your thigh, making eye contact, and slowly inched it towards your hip. “Sit and relax,” he said thickly, warmly, his eyes flickering between his hand and your eyes as it nears your crotch, “Let me take care of you.”
Colt:
The barnyard for the horses was supposed to be isolated today, but you forgot that Colt sometimes visits them during this time. So when he rounded the corner, your soft moans having drowned out his soft whistling, you both made eye contact and blushed.
You were sitting awkwardly on a barrel, one finger intimately gracing your clit. He was carrying a bucket of salt chips.
Despite having the open air to evaporate, the tension stayed near you two, and an unseen pull made it feel harder for him to walk away, like going against a taut rubber band.
He reached his hand out. “Do… Do you want a salt chip?” Colt asked cautiously, taking a couple steps forward.
You laughed, startled by the odd question, and some of the tension shake off. You sat more comfortably on the barrel. “Why would I want a salt chip?” you asked, still chuckling, but put your hand out anyway.
Colt eyed your hand, then flickered back to your eyes, and you noticed the shy blush he wore delicately, a slight sheen of sweat embracing his forehead.
He stepped forward and held the salt chip in his hand. “Open your mouth,” he said, then gestured with the chip like he were going to throw it.
You sighed lightly, amused by his antics and curious to see how his aim has improved. You opened your mouth and closed your eyes.
You reopened them when there was heat radiating directly in front of you, and there a Colt stood, having tossed the salt chip to the ground instead. You felt two fingertips on your tongue.
You closed your mouth, lightly sucking on his fingers. He used his other hand to separate your thighs and stepped between your legs, letting his free hand then lightly caress your upper thigh.
#eren jaeger#jean kirstein#erwin smith#levi ackerman#colt grice#eren jaeger x reader#jean kirsten x reader#erwin smith x reader#levi ackerman x reader#colt grice x reader#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#fem reader#armin arlert#armin x reader#eren jaeger smut#armin arlert smut#colt grice smut#levi ackerman smut#erwin smith smut#jean kirsten smut#jjkeremika#i have to tag myself bc i wrote it lmao
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more colt grice sfw and nsfw hcs next! we know you love him 😉
i do love him 🥺 i was actually watching a bit of season 4 today and was further reminded of how cute and adorable he is 💗
nsfw headcanons under the cut!
╰┈➤ general headcanons - aot.
ft. colt.
cw. explicit sexual content, explicit language, gn!reader.
said "i love you" really early on in the relationship, like one month in. he just can't help himself 🥺 he's never met anyone as kind and cool and caring as you and he's never been very good at keeping secrets so he just blurts it out one day
the two of you are cuddling together and he's acting kinda weird. he's blushing and flustered and can't quite look you in the eye and you're like "is everything ok?"
and he's like, "i've just been thinking about how i feel like i've known you all my life and how you're the only person that really gets me and how --" and he just goes off on this tangent that you're certain he prepped beforehand but he swears it was impromptu. finally ending with, "yeah, so anyway, i think i'm falling in love with you."
you think it's really funny because yeah, duh, of course he's in love with you! he's been looking at you with hearts in his eyes since before the two of you even started dating, but you play it off and pretend like this is a surprise because you know he'd be embarrassed if you told him the truth
very vocal in bed! this man is whimpering and moaning in your ear as he fucks you -- he tries to muffle himself by burying his face in your neck, but the vibration of his voice against you just makes you squeeze him tighter and then he gets even louder.
seeing you wearing his clothes turns him on like crazy! whenever you spend the night at his place, he gets up early to make you breakfast in the morning, and when he sees you come down wearing one of his shirts? ugh, he can't help himself from pinning you up against the countertop, kissing you, and running his hands across your body. he loves pressing his nose into your shoulder and smelling the mix of you and him together
he's usually a little shy about initiating sex, but every once in a while he wakes up in the middle of the night with an insatiable urge for you that has him slinking his arm around your waist to tug you tight against his chest. you wake up to the sound of him breathing heavily into your ear as he grinds his hard cock against your ass, his other hand sliding down the side of your underwear like his hand isn't sure if he wants to grab your ass or slip between your legs
he cums really fast 🥺 and he gets so embarrassed and apologetic about it, but he always makes sure to get you off first so it's hard to complain (also, you love watching his face scrunch up as he tries to hold himself back. the way he whimpers and whines underneath you when you're riding him and how his hands twist into the sheets and his hips buck up against you. part of you actually loves seeing how quickly you can make him cum, but you'll never admit that to him because watching him try to hold himself back is too much fun)
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Pls excuse the shitty notes app writing it's 4am and my brain is jelly, but I had this idea of Colt getting cucked by Zeke stuck in my head 💆♀️ I've written like, 2k so far but I need Sleep and who knows if/when I'll ever finish it (or any of my other WIPs lmao) // MDNI
Good night 😴😴
#colt grice#colt grice smut#colt grice x reader#colt x reader#zeke yeager#zeke yeager smut#zeke yeager x reader#zeke x reader#aot x female reader
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".......eren likes with them when having sex... like you said lara, Hitch, pieck, sasha and historia maybe?"
Omg i need mikasa version maybe with jean, colt, armin, connie, or ymir?😳
Don't know why but I saw this coming a long ago 🤣 I'm not complaining tho!
Let's see...
Btw, if you are reading this blog/ask for the first time and you are not exactly sure what I am talking about, read this ask and you will probably get the idea of what it's going on here
Jean
As I said before, Mikasa would probably love how he resembles Eren so much and at the same time he feels like a whole different world for her to explore! He is always so attentive to her and she absolutely loves how he is trying his best to swap her off her feet! He is always trying his best for her whenever he asks her out or simply tries to show his affection for her so she can't help but like that aspect about him!
In bed is the same too! He is always eager to please her in every way possible! his foreplay is always top notch because he spents so much time working her up before he even dares to seek his own pleasure! I'm sure she enjoys it when he fingers her hard and roughly and at the same time he licks her up! The combaniation of his calloused fingers and his big tongue makes her tug his scalp like her life depends on it 🤭
Colt
I feel like she would find fascinating his sense of responsability, she always gets to see him when he is with his little brother Falco and his little friends so she gets to see this side of him where he is so caring and is always a softie so she ends up falling for it, a little at least 🤭 she loves kids too afterall
Her favorite position for him is straddling his lap! She simply loves the way she gets to control their tempo as she looks at him from above! It's such a turn on for her whenever their foreheads touch and she increases the velocity at which her hips pounds his crotch! The satisfaction of seeing him coming undone at her ministrations makes her all smug for the rest of the evening 🤭
Armin
Since they have known each other for as much time as she has known Eren I guess she would be confortable with him 👀 she has always thought he is kind of cute and his intelligence always amazed her, both for how smart he is and how he always was eager to help her when she needed it! It makes her want him lmao
He is the softest of the partnest she has ever got so far! But unlike Colt who she never lets him take the lead, she actually encourages Armin to do it! She usually rides him as he lays on the bed before she teases him to "man up" for once 🤭 moving her hips in cicles when she is till soeared on his lenght as a way to tease him before she is suddenly thrown to the mattress and he finally takes the initiative! For once she is the one helping him after all 🤭
Zeke
I feel like Zeke is the opposite of Armin here, he is smart sure but he is arrogant af, the fact that he even tried to demean her that time at the Ackerman History Musrum by stating how her kind always served royal bloodline such as his just makes her want to teach him a lesson 😈 I guess she likes him like that since she won't feel that guilty when she eventually has to teach him some manners 🤭
There is no doubt she enjoys sitting on his face! There is nothing better than seeing him toss and trash on the bed below him as he struggles to get some air! The fact that his cock is all red, purple at most, standing there in the air vegging for some attention makes her pitty him a little! But she will only let him got at it with her after she feels like it was enough and only if he apologizes properly! Only then she will let him indulge in his little master/slave fantasy 😈
I know you asked for Connie or Ymir here but I couldn't come up with something for them im sorry lol
Maybe some other time!
#aot smut#mikasa ackerman#aot#smut#zekemika#arumika#coltkasa#jeankasa#open relationship au#jean kirschstein#colt grice#armin arlet#zeke yeager#eremika open relationship au
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Request rules.
I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.
I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.
I also only really write x reader fics.
My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!
- Thanks for the requests though! :)
Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!
People/characters I will write for:
DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:
- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.
- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.
- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).
- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.
- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.
- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.
- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.
- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.
- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.
HORROR:
- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.
- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.
- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.
- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy
- Renfield - R.M Renfield.
- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.
- The Boy - Brahms.
- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.
- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.
- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.
- The Crow - Eric Draven.
- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.
MARVEL:
- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.
- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.
- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.
DC:
- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.
- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.
- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).
- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.
The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).
ANIME:
- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.
- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.
- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.
- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.
- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.
- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.
- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.
- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.
- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.
MUSIC:
- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.
- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).
- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.
- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.
- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.
- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.
- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).
- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.
SCI-FI:
- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.
- Prey - Naru, Taabe.
- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.
- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.
OTHERS:
- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.
- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.
- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).
- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.
- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.
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The Sword’s Legacy
Series Summary: As the heir of your father's lands, you have grown up knowing that one day you must wed to your House's advantage, and there's no better catch than the younger son of the Magister himself. Meanwhile tensions within the king's court are set to come to a head at any moment - it just needs that spark to send everything ablaze. Now in a court more dangerous than the one you entered, you find distraction and joy in the company of the beautiful boy with the beautiful eyes. You can only hope to weather the storm you can sense brewing in the horizon.
Masterlist
Chapter Seventeen: Tales and Caves
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader
Genre: Royalty AU, Historical Fantasy AU, Romance, Politics, Warfare, Eventual Smut (future chapters), Slow Burn
Length: 14K
CW: Some misogynistic narration, read between the lines and you'll see marital rape
The boy nocks, draws, and sights down his mark. For a while, he holds the draw, arms trembling from the pull of bow and string.
Weak, still weak. This one has a ways to go, Zeke thinks the very moment the lad lets loose. The shaft misses a hundred leagues and sails past the target. “That wasn’t too bad,” Zeke tells the shattered boy, who is beside himself with disappointment. “You hit a mark at least. Not the mark you were aiming for, to be sure, but I find, with a lot of things, that something is better than nothing.” The Grice boy’s arrow had embedded itself deep into the trunk of the tree some ways behind the target, quivering.
The boy sighs, looking gutted. “Bows are always so hard…” He frowns down at the weapon in his hand. The sight is so reminiscent of his little brother that Zeke has to smile. Young Colt Grice stares up at him, determined and unyielding as steel. “I’m not as strong as you, my lord, but I hope to be. Someday.”
“Best bring about someday sooner rather than later. Strength. Build up strength.” What has Hartlieb been teaching the boy? Squires his age should not be trembling like a leaf in a squall while holding a draw, no matter his primary choice of weapon. Eren is a middling archer himself, more accomplished as he is with sword and lance, yet even he can bend a bow with absolute ease.
That look of iron determination on the Grice heir’s face is Zeke’s relentless little brother’s as well, yet that is where the similarities end between the knight and the squire. Colt Grice, at fifteen, is a year Eren’s junior and does not have half the build nor the prowess the younger Jaeger had at his age. Young Colt has been squiring Oscar Hartlieb for five years, surely all that training should have produced some sort of visible fruit by now. Surely the boy would have filled out more, shown more power, more confidence when handling a weapon as manageable as a longbow. Alas, it does not look to be the case.
Zeke takes up an arrow from the three stabbed through the dirt ground beside him. “The strength in your arms isn’t the only thing that’s vital in a draw,” he tells the squire as he prepares to take his shot. “Your whole upper body should be working with you. The muscles on your back are there to relieve your arms of the strain.” He nocks, bends his bow and draws until the goose feathers brush against his cheek. The motions come easy as instinct, smooth as silk; the weapon's weight is as nothing, not to a bowman of his experience.
The mark is fifty paces away. Hitting it dead center should be child’s play, and easy as falling off a log. “Keep your arms straight, your form relaxed,” he continues his instruction, sighting down the target. “Take your aim…” He holds the draw for a couple of heartbeats, steady as the squire had not been, and lets fly. The arrow slams dead center, right into the heart of the mark.
“Amazing, sir!” Colt pipes in admiration.
Zeke lowers his bow, feeling himself puffing up at the praise, despite himself. Praise is always good, wherever it comes from. “Strength,” he reiterates, and the boy nods stoutly. “Might be I’ll have a word with your master when next I see him, see if he can’t step up his tuition. What he thinks he’s accomplishing with you I’ll never know.” He smiles to balm the sting he has clearly given the squire with his remark. “I meant no offense, young master. That was no criticism of your prowess. That you are lacking in martial aptitude is no fault of yours.”
A great cheer rents the air of the barracks’ sparring grounds, the sound carrying over the clash of practice swords and the cries and grunts of training men. “Isn’t your brother riding at quintain today?” Zeke asks his young companion, who nods. “What do you say to watching little Falco try his hand at the tilts, as a bit of a breather? There are only so many times a bowman can miss his mark without growing tired.” He chuckles at Colt’s bright flush and ruffles his fair hair. “I do thank you for giving me the chance to practice for the day. My skills are less like to turn to rust, due in no small part to your goodwill.”
They had set up the quintain at the lower level of the barracks grounds, in the expansive stable yard. Some intrepid squire is charging down the lists even as Zeke and his young tail approach. The men sitting on the steps to the yard hastily spring up to make way as their succeeding lord and their honored guest pass through.
The armored rider seems a clumsy one, and entirely inept, as only new-made squires can be. He sits his horse like a lumpy bag of tubers and struggles to keep his grip on the long, unwieldy lance. Still, he rides on manfully, until he strikes the shield on the quintain’s spinning crossbeam a glancing blow. It comes as no surprise to Zeke to see him fly out of his saddle when the padded mace on the other end of the beam swings around to club him over the head. A loud groan followed by a gale of laughter erupts from the men about them as the hapless warrior rolls onto his back and attempts to unlatch his visor.
“Falco!” Colt dashes toward his younger brother, leaving Zeke to trail behind at a more sedate pace. A couple of the older squires have come up to assist.
“I-I’m all right, nothing’s broken, I don’t think,” the younger Grice is saying as he sits up, looking shaken and patting himself all over. He lifts his gaze, sees Zeke, and instantly scrambles to his feet with much clanking and clattering. “M-my lord!” He bows as low as his armor would allow.
Zeke chuckles. “You’re all right, then? No broken bones, no twisted limbs?”
“N-no, my lord. Nothing’s hurt. Just-”
“Your pride.” Zeke chuckles again at the boy’s flustered flush. “Tell me, Falco, was that the first you’ve ridden a tilt?”
“Yes, sir,” the younger Grice answers, eyes on the dirt beneath his feet, shamefaced. His likeness to his lord uncle truly is an astounding thing. Yet Zeke can never recall Cosimo Grice looking quite so abashed. You can see how truly young his nephew is then, despite the bulk of plate; little Falco has never seemed more little as he shrinks in on himself in his discomfort.
The sight of the shrinking violet before him is enough to melt the hardest of hearts. Ten, he’s only ten. It had not been too long ago when Eren was ten, riding this very same yard, falling and rising and falling again to the quintain until one day he rose and kept his seat and stayed aloft. Nowadays, there are no falls. Eren had learned long ago what all seasoned knights learned in the quintain’s yard: to charge on, to hit and move swiftly onward and onward before he can be hit back. The mace’s blows have never landed since.
“You did well for your first tilt, I’ll grant you. It’s no easy feat to ride the quintain, especially with a borrowed horse. He was borrowed, was he not, that fine mount of yours?” At the boy’s nod, Zeke continues, “No matter. My brother will make a fine knight of you yet, have no doubt.”
“I’ll make him a good squire, my lord, I promise,” Falco says suddenly, staunch and steadfast as much as a boy of ten can be. “I promised him, I did. Sir Eren, I mean. I will make him a good squire. True knights are always true to their word, and I want to be. A true knight, I mean. Someday.”
A true knight, huh… Their exploits make the heart of Eren’s most beloved tales. Here is another aspiring Destrier, I’d wager, another of Gerald Kirschtein’s many devotees. The squire and the knight will complement each other well. Like truly calls to like. Zeke ruffles the boy’s hair, amused. “I’m looking forward to the day, young master.”
“As am I. There are thousands of knights in the realm, but only a handful of those are true. Gods know we’re all better off with more men of honor.” Sir Tom Ksaver strides up to them and bows, coming up smiling his warm, fatherly smile. “My lords.”
“Sir.” Zeke takes his ward for the day by his armored shoulders and shakes him lightly at the knight. “What do you think, Sir Master-at-Arms? Is this one made of the stuff of knightly gallantry?”
“I don’t doubt that he is, my lord Heir Apparent. A few years with Sir Young Master Eren and he’ll be one for the history books.”
Zeke shakes the flushing Falco once more, grinning. “Did you hear that, your little lordship? We expect much and more from you.” He casts about for the elder brother and brings him to the fold, throwing an arm about his slight shoulders. “Don’t think we forgot about you, Young Master Colt. As an heir apparent yourself, the onus goes double for you to bring honor to your House. But I think we need not fear on that account. House Grice is in good hands with lads as fine as these.”
“Hear, hear!” Sir Tom puts in good-naturedly, further contributing to the boys’ bashfulness, yet they take it in good stride in the end, laughing as they stammer out their thanks and courtesies.
“A cheery diversion you’ve set here,” Zeke tells the bespectacled knight, leaving the Grices to themselves to watch the rest of the men try their own hands at the quintain.
“I’m glad your lordship thinks so.” Sir Tom glances about the cavorting garrison, looking almost doting. “The lads need their entertainment. Keeps them active and practicing and distracted from the hunt that I’m sure they’d rather be part of at the moment.”
Cosimo Grice is a most restless man. The Lord of Braudorf had but just arrived yesterday, bringing with him his household and retainers and various hangers-on, yet he was up in the saddle again where another man would be resting the weariness from the journey away. That is most surprising for one who is four-and-forty and nearing his sunset years. Lord Grisha is of his age - or near enough as makes no matter - yet the Lord of Shiganshina is nowhere near as hale or hearty as his vassal. But then, he’s spent the better part of his life sitting chairs instead of horses; it is only too natural for the erstwhile Knight of Highridge to go to seed eventually. The well-rested Magister will return from their sojourn more spent than his new-traveled lord, like as not. The thought is utterly comic.
“They ride the woods out there, we ride the quintain in here.” The next man to tilt fares much better than little Falco Grice. This one, at least, manages to score a solid hit on the shield and is already galloping far out of reach of the indomitable mace as it swings about from the force of his blow. The yard erupts into cheers and hurrahs.
“A most excellent hit.” A new rider is being armed by his squire at the edge of the yard. “So, I suppose congratulations are in order,” Sir Tom remarks, voice light and mild, as the upcoming contender swings up his horse. “May the gods grant you and the lady a healthy babe.”
The day grows cooler in an instant. “Mmm,” Zeke grunts, watching as the rider thunders down the yard, making the most impressive figure. His lance strikes the shield, a decent hit, and the mace whips about, ready to throw him off his mount. It succeeds most spectacularly, and all at once, he is the most unimpressive figure. The man crashes to the ground as his courser charges blithely past him. His armor makes the most frightful racket as he rolls to a stop, rattling like a sack of old pots. His fellows hoot more derision.
“Begging your lord’s pardon, forgive me if I have given offense,” murmurs the old, portly knight, guessing correctly the cause of his liege’s stony bearing. “Whatever you may… feel about her ladyship, new life is still something to take joy in, I do believe.”
That makes Zeke sigh and ease up a margin. “Yes, well, your good wishes are much appreciated, thank you, Sir.” That news had certainly put him off. For the most part, he stays well away from his wife’s bed, unable to bear her stunted, loveless caresses. Except when he is drunk. He’d had one too many cups that one time not too long ago, he now recalls, celebrating young Ben Too’s yearday. He must’ve stumbled into her rooms in a drunken haze, his blood up and looking for sport.
It is good news, he supposes, all things considered. The bint had as well make herself useful, do her duty by him at last and give him his proper heir. Not that Ymir is ineligible, but bloodlines are made much the stronger with a male head than with a female one. The Old Way may not care a whit but the Old Way is exactly that. Old, outdated, and outworn. Even the ruling women of the Old Blood seem to be pulling away from their conventions. They may as well be mere figureheads, ruling in name only as they pander to their councils that they insist on filling solely with men.
His little brother’s little lady’s own council is entirely male, if he recalls correctly. Most like the pretty poppet will end up a pretty puppet, dancing on the strings of her servants when she comes to take her eventual seat, despite all her lord father’s careful instruction. Instruction can only take one so far. It will all come to naught if one does not have steel in his spine, and of steel he finds the little lady lacking. Sweet you are and polite, charming, witty, and all the things that a good courtier makes. A proper golden girl. And like gold, you are pretty to look at, of the highest value, but still so soft and pliable in the end. Nobody fights battles with gold swords. For that, you need good hard steel.
The sound of a hunting horn echoes in the distance, near drowned out by the explosive shouts of acclaim as the man-at-arms now riding the lists breaks the shield clean from the quintain. “It seems the hunting party has returned,” he observes to his mentor, who hums in agreement. Zeke turns to his wards for the day, who are adding their voices to the merriment about them. “Come, my little lordlings, we had best be on hand to greet your lord uncle.”
Across the broader realm, only lords with the most pressing matters trouble themselves to make the journey to their liegelord’s seat during the reprieve. It is a reprieve, after all - hard to unwind and let loose from the bustle of the court when you are expected to make yet another trek for statecraft. Lord Grisha is a more exacting master than most, however; he is one of the two Lords Paramount that still insist on his vassals' personal appearance when they make their seasonal reports.
Forster, Tavitian, and Shultz had already made their journeys. Now comes Grice. As always, business comes last. First, they must fete their honored guests and afford them sacred hospitality.
Sweet, girlish giggling drifts through the partly open door atop the small flight of steps across from him. Zeke looks up at the room thoughtfully, having come forth from his own rooms into the privy chambers’ anteroom, dressed in his best yet again for yet another feast for the Grices. That is another thing to be said for these visits. They never eat half so well during the reprieve as they do during these days.
The giggles chip away at his sentimentality and so he strides onward and upward, his fatherly affection well and truly awoken. Not even the sight of her can put a damper on his love, yet he tenses up all the same as he enters his daughter’s chambers.
“Povar!”
The woman is forgotten in a trice. Zeke grins wide and opens his arms, and little Ymir crashes into him, laughing as he sweeps her up into the air and spins her about. He holds her against his hip, smiling down at the little face, which is such a mirror to his. Big blue eyes and hair like beaten gold. Another golden Jaeger. He feels the weight of her in his arms, notes her height, and feels a pang of melancholy. It will not be long until their spinning days are done.
“Are you ready for the feast, my little falke?” he asks the fledgling.
“Yes,” she giggles, squeezing her arms about his neck. “I have a new gown, would you like to see it?”
“Nothing would please me more.” He sets his girl back down on the smooth stone floor, where she proceeds to twirl, proud as a peachick. Her girl’s gown of gold with its olive green underskirt swirls out around her.
“Husband,” says that dreaded voice. It takes everything in Zeke not to close his eyes in irritation as he eyes his dear beloved wife, who is standing by one of the gray velvet divans arrayed around a circular table in the center of the room. Wed they have been for near a decade and yet he can count on one hand the times her face had thawed in his presence. This is not one of those times.
Elva Jaeger smiles at him, tight-lipped, and with her eyes like ice. They are beautiful, those eyes, that he can admit. Blue they are, and of such an unusual shade that they seem more purple than blue in certain lights. She is a beautiful woman, that he can also admit. With her purple-blue eyes and soft dark ringlets, she makes for a cool beauty indeed. She is beautiful as winter is beautiful: cold, harsh, and bitter. Not for the first time, he sorrows for what could have been between them had the gods been kinder to their lot.
Erwin Dietrich has a deal to answer for. It is the smallest of solaces to know he is as unhappy in his marriage as Zeke is in his.
Elva turns to their daughter, and her expression softens. Whatever else she is, she is a loving mother still. It is perhaps her only redeeming quality, aside from her beauty. And of those, time will leave her only the one. “Pretty, did I not say? I suppose we should be thankful your lord father did not wrinkle the gown.”
Bloody peevish bitch. Whatever magnanimity he had summoned forth to make this visit more bearable flies out of Ymir’s balcony door. Elva has always been like this, this should not have caught him out. She never passes on the chance to be pettish, even in matters as inane as a fucking gown.
His smile freezes on his face. “Yes, very pretty. My falke is truly the prettiest girl in the kingdom.”
Ymir smiles at him, sweet as spring, and that thaws the winter in his being. “My slippers are gold, too. See?” She sticks out a little foot, which is indeed wrapped in the finest golden silk.
“You’re all of gold tonight, I see. You will shine so very brightly out there, my little star.” His expression cools once more as he turns to his lady wife. “My lady, shall we?” he says, polite as pie. They both always are, in front of the child. They can do that much for her, at least. Elva returns his smile and gives him her hand. Fingertips linked, the lord and lady lead the way out of their daughter’s chambers.
A servant emerges from the door to their rooms as they proceed to leave the living quarters. The familiar flash of fiery red hair heralds the servant’s identity. Lorelei, Elva’s new-hired chief maidservant, dips into a bow as they pass through, laden down with a bundle of her mistress’s sheets. Elva’s gaze slips right through her as though she never was, and so it is for Zeke to acknowledge the girl with an incline of his head.
Brown meets blue as she raises her head a little from her bow. Zeke allows himself a small smile as he beholds that gaze. Unbreaking, unflinching, uncowed. Almost insolent. Bold, for a servant.
But that is what he likes about her. That and that red hair. His smirk widens. A good time is in his cards tonight, it will seem.
It stays with him until the morrow, that good time.
Zeke fights back the urge to yawn as the council moves along around him. Lorelei had tired him out, the feisty wench. The girl was as wet and willing as she always was, and wild as a wildcat in bed. He takes a drink of his cider to occupy himself. It is fine stuff, this cider - the Grices had brought casks of it from Braudorf, along with the choicest bounty of their harvest. They had been enjoying those bounties the past couple of days at feast.
Midday had been the agreed-upon time for the Grice audience, and so they had more of that fine Braudorfish bounty to lunch. The Jaeger solar had been made over for the autumn audiences, as it always was every year. The change is never permanent yet the room’s arrangement remains the same without fail come autumn. Every year, they will move aside the emerald velvet divans clustered in the heart of the chamber and replace them with a round table big enough to seat five. Today, the well-worn board is well-stocked with bread and cheese and capon, along with a platter of fruit: pears, apricots, and assorted berries, including those northern delicacies, blaeberries.
“Hartlieb will broach the matter, no doubt, when he comes up- has he come up already?” Lord Cosimo queries as he tears apart his heel of bread. At his liege’s negation, he goes on, “We would discuss particulars once we have your consent, of course. But we think it a good match, we hawks have always been cordial with the harts, I don’t see why we should not have them wed. Colt will make young Becca a fine husband.”
A child and a woman grown. Zeke takes another sip of his cider to hide his smile. To be sure, the girl just turned seventeen and is fresh from childhood herself. A difference of two years isn’t so bad, he grants. Colt has not long to reach his own manhood. She need not wait too long to make a man of him. Unless some harlot does the job first. Perhaps some harlot already had, at that. Somehow, he doubts that very much.
“Do you hear that, young Luca? You’re to have a brother by marriage,” Lord Grisha laughs as he gestures his cupbearer forward. The boy strides forward with his flagon, looking nonplussed as he refills his lord’s empty goblet. “You have my consent, my good lord,” he addresses Cosimo, who bites into his bread, pleased as a peach. “It would also strengthen the bonds between our own Houses. In the most roundabout, convoluted way, I suppose, as my son is half-Hartlieb himself… there’s a connection there, at least, yes?”
That is true enough. The late Lady Carla Jaeger was born a Hartlieb of Zursingen, cousin to the current Lord Hartlieb, father to this girl Becca and little Luca, who is Lord Grisha’s ward. Zeke has fond memories of the woman. She was more a mother to him, in truth, than his blood mother, Dina. Carla never pushed either of her sons to heights they never wanted to reach, at any rate. The familiar wisp of sad sentimentality tickles at the edges of his being at the thought of her. Gone too soon. She only lives on now in the person of the son of her body. Eren is Lady Carla writ male as Zeke is Lord Grisha in gold.
The talk turns to the Month of Storing’s primary business: storing. For a long while, they speak of naught but grains and meat and portions. Lord Cosimo is planning to set aside only a fifth of his Province’s harvest for the upcoming winter. Lord Grisha declares that insufficient and tells him to set aside a quarter.
Zeke pops a chunk of capon into his mouth as Cosimo accedes to his liege. These are the matters he least wants to get into, so tedious are they. Tedious matters yet necessary to address, he allows. Ruling a State, indeed, ruling as a whole, is not all power and glamor and glory. To lead, one must be ready to deal with the dull, everyday affairs that, while dreary, are also the lifeblood of the community. Grisha had taught him that much, in any event.
“Konicaj’s made for a very enthusiastic trade partner this year. We have them to thank for these dainties,” Grice informs them as he plucks a blaeberry from the fruit platter and bites into it. “Tart yet so moreish,” he says, fingers, lips, and tongue now stained a deep purple-blue. Braudorf lies to the northeast of Shiganshina, cheek by jowl with Konicaj, and so enjoys a great deal of commerce and relations with the northmen.
“The recent windfall the past season is cause enough to lift the spirits. That added to the enthusiasm, no doubt.” Zeke leans back against his chair as old Prior Deion, seated to Cosimo’s right, murmurs agreement.
“These tasty blaeberries aren’t the only worthwhile things these Konicar have dropped upon our laps.” The blond lord leans forward, brown eyes gleaming. “I have it on some authority - good or bad, I have yet to know, but rest assured, my lord, I will know - that our runaway outlaws have been holing up in Kolozniki, near the Avisir border.”
Kolozniki… Kostrokan’s northeastern Province, seat of House Nasonov, which borders the stronghold of the Brzenskas of Karanes, Avisir, as the Grice lord noted. “Kolozniki and Avisir, huh…” Zeke addresses the rest of the council, “Did we not hear something of the sort from Ackerman? Something about the Brzenskas and general unrest in their borders.”
“That we did, my lord,” puts in Sir Hannes from his seat at Lord Grisha’s left, looking up from his scribbling of the audience’s finer points. “It’s not only Avisir that’s been rife with such tidings. I do believe Lord Ledovskoy came to tell his lord in person of his own troubles. Seems like northern Karanes is astir. That authority of yours is looking to be a good one, my lord,” the castellan tells their lordly guest, who chuckles as he tosses a piece of oaten bread down his mouth and chews.
Lord Grisha sighs, wearied as he always is by news from the North. They are a wearisome lot, these northmen. As they always have been and always will be. “What of Maganezh, Analavat, and Volgoshov? Any tidings to be had from the rest of the far North?” He wets his throat with cider and continues, “We need something more concrete than mere mutterings and general unrest. We know our merry bands have fled as far North as they could, but where?” He lowers his goblet with a slight frown. “This is a start, at least. I can bring it up in Conclave once the court returns to session.” The king should be well-pleased by this. Those who had escaped his justice will soon have their comeuppance. With this, he is a step closer to equity as he sees it.
“Speak of Conclave…” Grice eyes his liege seated across from him as though choosing his next words with care. “Our friends in Konicaj would have us believe that the garrison in Ishvelune is near to mutiny.”
Prior Deion clears his throat uncomfortably. “That… seems to be the case, my lord. We had a bird from Sir Lobov requesting aid and counsel. The garrison is at war with itself, poor man is at his wits’ end as to how to manage the men.”
A rumble of thunder, faint and faraway, comes to greet this rather ominous statement. Zeke turns his head to look out the floor-to-ceiling windows, flanked by their beloved falconers in bronze, at the world beyond. The gray skies that form the backdrop to the city’s buildings have turned a darker pewter. Storm’s coming. “And half the Ishvelune garrison is made up of northmen, as it happens.” With the isle so close to their northern shores, it was deemed practical to conscript men who lived nearby. For as long as Lovaya had been united, Ishvelune had been held largely by northmen, stiffened by the occasional ranks of men from the rest of the realm. “Some of these northerners, like as not, are Zhelevic, who have quite the history with their new governor. That whole mess last season doesn’t help matters either.” Lord Grisha and Prior Deion grimace as one at the reminder of that unfortunate fact.
“Lord Tybur’s appointment was… consequential,” Sir Hannes sniffs, scratching at his nose with the end of his quill before continuing with his notes, lips pressed together tightly.
“He’ll put his own men in when he comes into his seat, no doubt. So, I take it we are to expect another northern purge. A less lethal one, to be sure,” Lord Grice says, munching at another blaeberry musingly. “Fear and rage are driving the unrest ever onward, I see. They always do.” He turns to his liege, smiling a little. “Interesting that Lobov wrote you as well. You’d think his new superior isn’t enough to handle all this.”
“Father’s the Magister, he’s supposed to stick his nose in everyone’s business,” Zeke rejoins, making Cosimo laugh and drawing a conceding smile from Grisha.
“Still, by and large, rule should fall to our Lord Consul. Should he ever require assistance, by all means, he’s free to ask it of me whenever he likes.” The Magister pushes his lenses further up his nose and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m always here to lighten the load, whatever our differences. We can set those aside for the good of the realm. The realm comes first, we must never forget that.”
“I am thanking you again, sweet lady, for the time and the fare. Give your lord father Captain Lycus Thanakis’ best.”
“Of course, Captain Lycus. May the gods bless and keep you on your next voyage,” you smile graciously and make to stand from your seat.
“I am blessing you as well, my lady. And you, Sir, we are meeting well,” the weathered sailor returns as he mirrors your movements and sweeps you and your betrothed a bow. “Now, if you are not minding my saying so, Sir, you had best be taking care of this sweet lady of yours. A rare jewel is this one, and gods help you if you will be tarnishing such goodness.”
“Har, I done be tellin’ the lad that, too, Cap’n!” intrudes Rasvan the barkeep, glancing up from the tankard he is wiping behind his tavern’s counter. “I says to him, I says, ‘Don’t you be doin’ the ‘lil lady dirty now, or the whole State’ll be howlin’ for your blood!’ Says he won’t, good lad, ‘n I expect nuthin’ less from a ‘noited knight. Them knights supposed to be all honorable ‘n truthful-like, you know.”
“That they are being. Or so I am hearing.” Captain Lycus bows again. “Until we are meeting again, sweet lady and good Sir.”
“If I had a cap for every time someone tells me not to ‘do you dirty,’ I’ll be richer than the Fritzes,” Eren mutters a little peevishly as he and you exit the Blue Pearl several moments later with much waving and smiling.
You laugh at his churlish face. “You’ve been hearing it that much? That’s certainly saying something.” Anyone who can match the Fritzes coin for coin, and then some, has your utmost admiration. “At least I’m assured the whole State has my interests at heart should you break mine.”
Eren turns to you, reaches up, and squashes your cheeks between his large hands until your lips pout. “And if I had a cap for every time I had to assure you I will never hurt you, I will be richer than the Fritzes and your family combined.”
“Awright, I heaw you,” you utter and pry his hands off you. “I only tease. I know my Falcon Knight won’t give me cause to cry.” You beam at the crooked smile he gives you at that and loop an arm around his to steer him along.
“Qaxan next?” you ask, then blink in surprise as he takes the reins from you and steers you along, toward the arched steps that lead down to the market arcades. “Market day today? No qaxan?”
“Not today.” You had taken him to the parlor days past, as promised, and had quite the time watching him win and lose matches against the place’s patrons. Many had been Sevirosi sailors, more than accustomed to this homegrown game of theirs and formidable players in their own rights, yet Eren held up relatively well enough (you managed to scrape a decent-sized bag of silvers, at least, to Eren’s satisfaction). You had tried your hand at a few games yourself, lost some and won others, and pronounced yourself content; it is nice to know you can take on locals in their own field and come out the better.
The greatest shock of the day came not from Eren’s prowess with the game but from his prowess with the Traders’ Tongue. “You can speak the Traders’ Tongue?” you had whispered to him, incredulous, during the lull between games as you waited for his next opponent.
He grinned, pleased as punch and so complacent. “Just one of the many things that commend me. I learned as a boy. I’m a bit rustier now ‘cause it’s been some time since I’ve last spoken it but it’s all coming back.” His foreign foemen were most amused to hear him speak thus and spoke in kind, happy to have the barrier of tongues so abolished. It amused you as well to hear how he strongarmed his Prior to teaching him and Armin the language. It was just something that Eren would do.
“You’ve become a true local at last, I see,” you comment as you descend the stone steps to the markets, passing the Forsaken Warrior’s plinth where he holds aloft the head of Iskra the Inborn, and alighting at the foot of the stairway by one of the sphinxes that flank the structure. Cityfolk pass you by, going about their business.
“I should have something to do other than read and spar and explore the castle while you’re off Lady-ing. What better way to fill my time than exploring the city?” Eren leads you along, through the wynds and lanes of the inner city as though he has lived there his whole life. The fact strikes a chord in you, in some strange, indescribable way. Some part of you finds his familiarity rather attractive.
“Besides,” he directs your course to the crafts arcade. There is something in his voice that makes you look at him and makes curiosity rear its cattish head. “This’ll be my home, too. Someday.”
The lightest of flushes pinks his cheeks, and he stares resolutely ahead at your destination, plainly trying to avoid your eyes. You blink up at him, heart picking up pace in your chest. Home. Yours alone now, yours both to rule together in future. You rest your head against his shoulder and smile as he holds your arm closer to his side. He is so warm. Like home. He feels like home.
He leads you up the steps of the crafts arcade, turning to wave over to some bearded dark-haired man manning a stall right beside the stairway. He waves back and dips his head in deference as you turn to look over at him, curious. You acknowledge his gesture with an incline of the head.
“Who’s he?” you question your betrothed as you step into the arcade proper.
“Pietro, Taras’s boy. Well, he’s not a boy, as you just saw, but I suppose sons are always boys to their fathers if you think about it.” At your uncomprehending look, Eren adds, “That woodcarver we met during the Alyfeis, remember him? Old Taras, whose stall we upended.”
A toothless smile, a face wrinkled and leathery, a pair of striking pale blue eyes. You remember him now, the kindly man. The Lovers’ carving you had bought from him is sitting upon a box on your desk in your bedchamber, this one filled with the letters Eren had sent you during the winter reprieve almost a year ago now. “You’ve been meeting with Povik Taras and his son? What for?”
It is a slow market day today. Only a handful of other patrons join you in your perusal, going down one aisle or another in search of good wares. Your footsteps echo off the vaulted stone dome above you. It is a magnificent thing, that dome. Above you cavort heroes and figures of the Old Blood. The Forsaken Warrior and Iskra battle beside Luka the Demi-God and Viktor the Valiant, while fair Rosina looks on, a hand upon her heart and worry upon her face. Scenes of tender love and romance play out beside the battles and bloodshed, to soften the violence. The marriage of Zlatica the Golden and Rumen the Red is depicted in its full glory, framed on one side by Alena of Makan’s hawthorn tree where she sits charming Rodion the Prince of Dreams with words and smiles. Love and death. War and romance. Things the old tales make.
Eren glances down one aisle and then another and proceeds down the righthand one, the aisle of pottery.
“Father wrote me something about pottery and if I can ‘please acquire a couple of tasteful pieces as a token of my stay,’” he says, affecting the airy, genteel court tones of the Magister of Lovaya. “He’s probably going to redecorate the solar. Finally. He’s been going on about it for months…”
Foreign traders are much in evidence hereabouts. There is a considerable demand for Arsechkalan pottery the world over, a fact to take great pride in, you’ve always thought. There is much to laud your crockery for; its durability, its fine craftsmanship, the sheer artistry of the figures painted on the glazed clay - all these combined draw tradesmen of every nation to your shores so they may have a piece of such a lucrative product. Thus do you all grow wealthy together, one way or another.
You and Eren walk past a dark-skinned man clad in opulent robes of blue and gold brocade, bartering with a potter in his shop. One of the Goldveins of the island of Rabari in the Gleaming Isles, you know at once, from the beads and clips of gold woven through the thick, tight coils of his black hair. Another shop is entertaining a couple of sailors, these ones dressed in the elaborate vests and wide-brimmed hats of those of the south of Seviros. Perhaps from the Magistrate of Amacillas or the Kingdom of Huanuras.
“To answer your earlier question, I still need instruction. With my woodcarving.” A little noise of interest escapes Eren’s mouth as a shop catches his eye, and he guides your steps thence. “Who better to teach me than actual masters of the craft?”
“Wise words.”
The plump, bald shopkeep looks up from where he is arranging the largest of his wares. His eyes widen at the sight of you approaching his shop; at once, he stoops into a bow. “M-m’lady,” he mumbles into his ample stomach. “Pleasure to ‘ave you in me shop.” He stands from his bow only to dip back down again. “M’lord,” he directs at Eren, who he seems to have just but noticed when first he’d straightened up a couple of seconds ago.
“Well met, goodman,” you smile at the man, before bidding him rise. “We’d like to have a look at your wares, if it please you.”
“Oh, it does, m’lady, that it does,” the shopkeep says, looking fit to burst into eager giggles at this most rewarding transaction. “Please, ‘ave a look-see, see whatcha like.”
“Do you have something to… remake?”
You turn to your betrothed, confused. The shopkeep in front of you does likewise. The stares make Eren blush and cast about awkwardly, his face screwed up as he thinks long and hard on something.
The shopkeep catches sight of your pearl necklaces, and his expression clears at once. “Ah, aye, they did say, didn’t they, some Midland lordlin’…” he mutters to himself, before addressing the lordling, “No need to struggle, m’lord, most o’ us Arsechkai know ‘ow to speak your Belin. We ‘ave to, don’t we, for you northern lot, them as ‘ave no lick of Rakiva in ‘em,” he states amiably in heavily accented Belin.
Eren laughs a little and rubs a hand up his nape. “Yes, well, I know that. It’s just I want to get better at it. Rakiva, I mean. And I can’t do that if I don’t practice,” he answers in the language most liquid on his tongue.
The shopkeep grins. “That’s the spirit, m’lord, if I do say so meself. Good way to go ‘bout learnin’.” He hooks his thumbs through the worn rope belt that cinches his homespun tunic around his pot belly. “Now, whatcha be meanin’ with that ‘remake’ business?” he asks the young knight, slowly in Rakiva.
Eren returns his grin, encouraged to try once more. “Um… oh, I can’t find the word for it. Customize,” he speaks the term in Belin. “Do you customize your wares to order?”
“Ah, customize. The word you be lookin’ for is usontsy,” the bald man laughs. “But, aye, we do be customizin’ our stuff for order. Whatcha be wantin’ then?”
You examine the earthenware about you as your betrothed and the shopkeep discuss particulars. Eren has a good eye - the pottery is exquisite. It is the artwork that extolls it more than anything else. The artist’s style is distinct, quite unlike any you have yet seen in such work. A yen to offer patronage to this shop rises in you. Perhaps the family business can benefit from having this store beneath its wings. You always are open to great talent. Great talent means great profit to all involved, of course.
“Done ‘n done ‘n done, m’lord! I thankee for your business,” beams the shopkeep, clapping his huge, meaty hands together in utter glee. “You’ll ‘ave your pots next week sure as sunup. This Fat Ivan be so swearin’.” He is wringing his hands the next moment, fingers plump as sausages squeezing the knuckles, the back of the pudgy hands. “Meanin’ no disrespect, m’lady, but it- only if it be pleasin’ you, o’ course- mayhap you be seein’ in your kindly heart to give patronage- only if it please-!”
“It does, you’ll be pleased to know. You beat me to the post, goodman,” you cut through the man’s nervous rambling, smiling at the look of surprise on the round face. “I was just thinking the very same thing. The artistry in these is exquisite.” You reach for a good-sized vase with two ornate handles, one on each side of the vessel, but pause. “May I?”
You pick the container up at the shopkeep’s assent, making sure your grip is secure lest it slips from your grasp and breaks. The figure painted on the glazed clay is one you know well. The King of the Cave sits upon his stone throne in a field of goldenglow, rendered in the black and gold and red paints so characteristic of this style of stonework. “You have a masterly hand with the brush, goodman,” you compliment Fat Ivan, who instantly demurs.
“‘Tis me wife, m’lady, she’s the mistress of paints, that one. I do the shapin’ and the firin’ and all them dirty work, she does all them artsy stuff. I always says, I do, we be makin’ a fine team, if I do say so meself.”
“A very fine team, indeed.” It is only then that you notice the marriage rune inscribed across the back of his sizable left hand. Your corresponding limb begins to tingle, and you look away. “Since we seem to be in agreement, I’d love to extend patronage to your business. I’m sure Father would agree once he sees your work.”
“M-m’lady is most kind, most kind. For true,” Ivan grins, and thereafter you spend a good while arranging the next course of your burgeoning partnership.
“Again, I thankee, m’lady, for the honor,” the shopkeep utters as he bows you and Eren out of his premises. “‘M excited, I am, I swear, the world’ll ‘ave no finer pots than those Fat Ivan be makin’.” He turns to Eren with further promises of fine work for his order, then hesitates, his dark eyes flickering toward the golden pearl pendant around the younger man’s neck. “Beg pardon, m’lord, but you best be takin’ care o’ this lady o’ ours. You can ‘ave no more honest woman than this one, I’ll ‘ave you know. You be weddin’ the old way, too, I take it?” he directs at you this time, and you nod. “Good, good. Now, don’t be thinkin’ ‘m one o’ those old crusty sorts, thems that piss on the new way, no. But the Old Blood’s the Old Blood, gots to keep the old ways alive, too. ‘Specially for the future lady, gots to make an example.” You take your leave soon after further pleasantries.
“Richer than the Fritzes,” Eren announces in Belin to the sky above as you leave the markets for the rest of the city. “That was more colloquial than I’m used to, but I know enough of your tongue to understand that much. Where’s my windfall, I ask you?”
You titter at his disgruntled expression. “The gods seem to be determined to remind you to have a care with my most precious person.”
“Aye, well, I don’t need reminding of something that I have taken to the deepest part of my heart and soul and being.”
For all he shuns and affects ignorance of the ways of romance, this betrothed of yours has a most romantic mouth.
A crowd of people outside a building catches your attention. A temple of the Lovers, you see, recognizing Ryneas and Elios ensconced side by side within two elaborate pillared alcoves cut into the adjacent wall. It looks to be the end of a ceremony. The double doors of the temple swing open, as if to give credence to your thoughts. Out comes the Curate in his lilac and gold robes and his winged staff entwined by two serpents, which he flourishes about as he gesticulates to his rapt audience, the kith and kin of man and bride.
Faraway you may have been, yet you know the words he is speaking. Once there were two. Now two are as one. Let them be joined both, from this day to the end of their days. I give you the Lovers! The priest stands aside to expose the Lovers to a hail of roses. Petals and whole blossoms of red and gold rain down the happy couple, handfast and handbound by the lilac and gold ribbons so vital to the Creed’s rite. Of lilac and gold their humble raiment is not, for that they are, humble. Such as these will never be able to afford the expensive dyed bride’s gown of lilac and the equally expensive bridegroom’s cloth-of-gold. For the common folk are the common colors, dun for the bridegroom and white for the bride.
You had come across a wedding, indeed, multiple weddings in Reicona about this time last year, you recall suddenly. Insensible, unromantic Eren had never looked forward to the Day of Lovers and so the fact of the matter slipped his mind when he had invited you out for your customary stroll around his city. You, being of the Old Blood, never truly kept track of the holy day yourself and so made for a poor prompter.
It was amusing to the highest degree to see him fluster to silence once the realization hit, even more so to see him weather the good wishes various cityfolk heaped upon the both of you as you went about your business. He did not suggest retreat, to his credit. He was never one for that sort of flight, after all - it was always onward and upward for him, ever and always. You had not brought further attention to the day’s revels about you as you continued your adventure; he looked uncomfortable enough as was, which roused your sympathies.
The memory is a pleasant one, and evocative. Has it been truly a year since then? You have come so far from the new trothed striplings still taking the measure of the other, still trying to lay down the foundations of a friendship. It is no simple thing to be friends with someone you have such a loaded relationship with, much less someone you are meant to wed and bed; there is just so much anticipation behind your circumstances.
Both of you managed, in the end. Nowadays, that load and anticipation have grown to encompass a great deal more.
You smile and squeeze his hand in yours. “Poet.”
“How was that poetic? I only speak the truth.” His face is pink yet he looks pleased all the same.
“The deepest part of my heart and soul and being, hmm? Sounds like something straight out of the Lay of Lovers,” you grin, then bat his hand away as he reaches up to pinch your nose.
“Since when were you this mouthy, love?” Eren mutters, pink and pleased still for all his pretensions to annoyance. The crooked smile takes pride of place upon his lips once more. “Anyway, where to next? Lead on, milady, I’m done for the day.”
You pass a group of children playing Block and Catch at the base of a looming sandstone mount of a set of statues of the Sentinels, who were the glory of the elder days of Arsechkala. Eren steers your course aside as an urchin near runs into your path, yelling up a storm of fury at being tagged out of the game.
The sight brings back the summer, one of laughter and laurels and red flags. The children have no red flags and no laurels will be handed out, yet the game’s workings and the fun are the same. It is a most merry thought to know you had made as much of a spectacle then as these mites are now. “No more errands?”
“For now. Why finish all of them in one day? I still have a little over a month left here, I’d rather space them out.” Your wanderings take you to the quainter part of the riverside, where the city’s clocktower straddles the Goldtide. Fisherfolk’s paddle boats share the waters with barges carrying crates of goods and skiffs with sails of half a hundred colors. All of these slip beneath one arch or another of the three-arched structure that spans the waterway.
A particolored sail catches your eye. A mummers’ boat, you know, feeling elated at the sight. These will drop by the palace sure as rain after they have entertained their common audiences. A pleasant thing to look forward to. It is always nice to have jolly entertainment of a night.
“Lucrative day for everyone, isn’t it? I found an excellent potter for Father’s vases, said potter gets your family’s patronage, and your family adds another artist to your business’s collection,” Eren comments, watching a skiff glide past upstream, laden with crates of various sizes. This one has a crimson sail emblazoned with the golden Rhyzkov orb, marking it as one in the private employ of the ruling family.
“As Father said, best keep an eye out for any and all opportunities. And talents.” A thriving business can never have enough of those, after all, your enterprising forebears knew the way of that well. Seaside settlements such as yours often see the wealth pour in through trade, and never is a settlement so well-placed. Sandpiper Bay leaves the city open to sailors of no less than three continents: Seviros, Kayigari, and Anderven. Galleys from the eastern lands of Mi An, Agankaya, and even Lakpathar to the southeast make the journey as well, though the sight of their distinctive sails plying the Cobalt Sea is rare, situated as you are on opposing sides of the world. At any rate, the Rhyzkovs had long since taken advantage of this outpouring of bounty.
That bounty had made you the richest House in the Lovayan continent. Once. That estimable distinction now belongs to the Fritzes, them with their equally as profitable port and their even more profitable mines rich with gold and silver and opals, Lovaya’s most precious commodity. The Greatshield, while itself abundant, has never been as productive as the Dragon Horde, the State of Stohess’s own range of mountains. Which is more the pity.
“Captain Lycus, how’d you come across him?” Eren asks, most interested.
“He was one of the sailors who answered my lady grandmother’s call for men to crew our new fleet of merchanters. He’s one of our best.” Men of Ithasa, one of the northern seaside kingdoms of Seviros, have always been renowned the world over as being the best seamen. Ithasin born and bred he might have been yet he is all but Arsechkai now, the sailor loves to claim. His speech is still flavored with the liquid inflections of his motherland, but he had married an Arsechkalan woman and sired Arsechkalan children and lived in Arsechkalan soil in his days off duty. Ithasa has become a place to trade with and leave at the next tide, a mere stop in the trader’s sea road, one of many.
“They love you well, your people.”
The Arsechkai are all about you, sailing, strolling, living their daily lives. Once again, you are reminded of how important their love is to you and your family’s lot. It is so easy to take their love for granted, and the realization is a grounding one. Your House has subsisted in common favor for so long that attention to it has begun to fade in the background of the consciousness like an old, worn tapestry, part of the castle’s furnishings, something you have seen a thousand times your whole life. There are days when it catches the eye but more times than not, the eye will pass it over because it is always there. And always will be.
“They do. Love you well.” Eren smiles down at your silent face. “The constant threats to my person in favor of your happiness should’ve made that clear.”
Perhaps it is time to remember that the commons’ love is something worth paying more heed to. It is not for nothing that the tales make much of men of the people. Perhaps you can be one. A true woman of your people, that great ruler your knight had touted you as being. Someday.
The clocktower soaring above you tolls, marking the coming of another hour. The hour of the lynx.
“Does the most beloved lady want to sit down a while and rest?” Your knight squeezes your hand, prepared to accommodate your wishes whatever they may be.
You glance once more at the clocktower, at the murals that embellish the three triangular roofs of the already lavishly appointed structure. The King of the Cave sits on his throne on the righthand summit, gazing out at his field of goldenglow.
He is everywhere today, this king.
“I think-” your hand tightens around Eren’s, “-the most beloved lady wants to show you something.”
“What-”
“Shhh, quickly!”
You splash across one of the Goldtide’s many inlets, this one wending its way past the corner of the city walls to vanish into the undergrowth. Eren bites his tongue and bites the harder as he and his betrothed near a chasm sunk deep into the ground, bordered by vines and deadfall and wild vegetation. His sense of baffled apprehension grows as you begin to descend what he knows now to be the entrance to an underground cave.
He digs his heels in and brings you to a stop. “Just what on the gods’ green earth-”
“My lady!”
All at once, you are on the move again, plunging deeper and deeper into pitch blackness. “Just trust me, you’ll see,” comes your voice ahead of him, and so he has no choice. Your grip is tight around his hand, surprising in its strength. He lets you lead on, curiosity growing despite his better judgement.
“We should’ve at least brought a torch,” he says at length, after what feels like a decade’s worth of jogging in the still darkness.
“No torches necessary once we get further in,” is the most mysterious reply.
This whole escapade is one mysterious venture. One moment you were winding your way through the streets, the next you were running, and running towards one of the city gates, the westernmost one. A river gate, though you boarded no boat to flee the confines of the city. You joined the thin trickle of people slipping in and out of the adjacent postern and were soon hurrying down the side of the sandstone wall, tracing some path only you seemed to be privy to. All the while, cries of, “My lady!” hounded your headlong dash, from the poor chap who had the misfortune to be your tail for the day. Eren wonders if he caught your descent.
Hopefully not, he suddenly finds himself thinking.
You have slowed to a walk at some point, and your footfalls seem almost deafening in this quiet seclusion. He is alive in all his senses but for sight, and all of them are honed in on the maid leading him onward, ever onward.
Your hand is warm, your grip firm and tight. The cave is dry; the scent of stone and earth and dead leaves’ musk dominate all. Mold and mud and must are absent. Not even the cave bats roost here - the smell characteristic of their presence is notable for its lack. Your footsteps scrape lightly on stone. Another sound comes softer still, yet he hears it all the same. The sound of your breathing gradually eases down, from quick pants to steady respiration. The sound brushes against his ear, slow and gentle. Mesmerizing.
“Will you tell me now what this is all about? What is this place?”
“Not far to go. All will be revealed, good Sir.”
“My lady loves her mysteries, I see.” Quiet laughter gives him answer.
The further you walk, the more he notes. The ground underfoot is smooth, and though you turn and turn and turn again, the going is easy. Too easy. Nature is a most accomplished architect with the most distinctive style; no cave made by her should be this easy to traverse. Where are the dips, the hills, the stalagmites and the stalactites? All the caves he had explored as a boy had them in abundance. The lack of them is almost… eerie.
“Do you know the tale of Khandimir?”
“The Underground Kingdom.” He knows the tale well. He and Armin have been trying, every year the progress took them to Arsechkala, to find the entrance to that fabled realm. Their endeavors have always ended in defeat and disappointment. Slow and sure, the dawn begins to rise. “Is this-?”
You turn another bend and are immediately bathed in a faint light coming from a gap some feet ahead of you. You squeeze his hand, smiling up at him. Pale blue light washes over your face. Your blue lesos is draped over your shoulders where it had fallen, thrown back during the race across the city; the cloth is made bluer by the illumination.
“Thousands and thousands and thousands of years ago, at the dawn of time long before the Great Heat reduced these lands to sand and sere, there lived a king. He was fair and just and strong, and ruled wisely and well. Thus did his kingdom prosper.
“But prosperity drew enemies, and the king drew scores. Such was their hate that they conspired to strike at his very heart itself. The king had a son, his only one, and he was the delight of his father’s eyes and the hope of his line.
“All hope vanished the day their foes laid hands on the boy. They tore him limb from limb and sent him back to his father piece by piece. His delight turned into despair and a terrible, terrible rage. All think of rage as a fire. Yet his was not so. As a lake freezes over in winter, so did the king. He hid his hatred deep and bid his sons’ killers to feast, as a token of goodwill. His heart was broken yet a good ruler knew that peace must come before the personal, so he claimed to his foemen. They came by the score, then, utterly reassured and utterly unwitting.
“More fool they, they found to their grievous sorrow. The king slaughtered them all in his hall, one by one, until they were no more. The gods saw and they raged. The king had been the one wronged in the most brutal of ways yet that mattered not to the high powers. They sealed him and his people away into the depths of the Deep Realm, never to see the light of day again. For he did not kill with honor. It was not for the act of murder that he and his were punished. The gods would leave well enough alone had he met them outside the walls of his home. They understood well the need for vengeance. A man had a right to vengeance, this had always been so. But he slaughtered guests beneath his roof and that the gods can never forgive.
“Years passed in eternal night for the king and his people. But hope was not lost. The gods were yet merciful and gave them promise of the godborn, one born of man and god. Only one such as this could pass through the barrier that kept the king and his folk imprisoned in the Deep Realm. Only one such as this could free the Deep Dwellers from their bondage. Still, this seemed to them an impossible hope for such beings came rare, if they ever came at all. So the king and his folk languished in darkness, resigned to their dark fate.
“It came to pass that the impossible was merely unthinkable. A girl born of man and god came upon their hidden abode, and the Deep Dwellers rejoiced. At last, here was their savior, the long-awaited godborn, come to free them from the night. They feted her and gave her gifts and made her love them until she was prevailed upon to lead them home. The king and his people gathered their belongings and uprooted. At last, at last, they will come home across the darkness.
“The gods’ mercy, in the end, was a spurious thing. The barrier was broken, freedom was within reach. The Deep Dwellers emerged into an alien world, a world of sand and heat and dryness. They had not long to feel much of anything for this new world, for they would soon be part of it in ways most unexpected. Time flows differently in the Deep Realm, that abode of the fae. A year in the dark was equal to a decade, perhaps a score, perhaps a century, in the mortal world, and they had lived underfoot so long… One by one, every man, woman, and child of the Deep crumbled away into dust. Last to pass was the king, the King of the Cave, forced to watch as his hopes and dreams blew away into the dry wind before he, too, went the way of his people.
“Spurious they might have been yet it cannot be said that the gods were entirely false. The Deep Dwellers were freed from their bondage, when all was said and done. They are still here among us to this day, roaming free where they always have been and always will be. Underfoot and everywhere, scattered amongst the southron sands.”
Silence falls for a time between you, time enough for Eren to examine your surroundings. The more he looks, the more gooseflesh spreads up his body as the enormity of this place - its scale, its history - slowly sinks in.
You had passed through the gap as you ended your tale and came out into an enormous cavern. Shimmerwood, is his immediate thought. Perhaps he isn’t too far off the mark in thinking so, he feels. Rivers and waterfalls are everywhere, winding through the space and splashing down the walls. Each and every one glows a bright azure, in much the same way the sand haven’s motes glowed. No motes fly in the underground, though their lack is offset by the flowers, which glow as bright a blue as any drifting orb.
“Whispers,” you say, watching him brush a hand across one such bloom. You pick one and hold it to his ear. A soft susurration tickles his senses as the blossom speaks to him in the language of flowers. It is a tongue most incomprehensible to him yet, for all that, whatever this bloom has to say seems… pleasant.
They are everywhere, the Whispers, filling the air with their idle musings and their endless tales, tales of the Deep Realm, of the fae, of the King of the Cave.
“I never truly realized how depressing that tale is,” Eren says, voice quiet as you walk over a wooden bridge - miraculously intact despite its ages-long lifespan. A shiver runs down his spine. Legend or not, it cannot be denied that this place was once the heart of some civilization lost to time. The bridge is not the only evidence of their presence. Wooden steps and planks and yet more bridges are everywhere, channels to cross the twisting path of the glowing rivers that wind about you. “But that wasn’t how I remembered it. It ended the same but the details were different.”
“Oh? I’d love to hear this version. Perhaps it’s one I haven’t heard myself.”
Wood creaks beneath your feet as you go down a short flight of steps. The grass that grows thereabouts comes no higher than your insteps, as though a team of ghostly gardeners have been keeping the turf well-shorn ever since the departure of the Deep Dwellers. In this light, the sward looks black. That it is, perhaps; but in this light, it can be any color.
“It was the king’s arrogance that threw him down, the way I remember it. Prosperity breeds arrogance, and the more the kingdom prospered, the bigger its king’s pride grew until one day he spoke out of turn. They had grown so great no being, mortal or immortal, could ever throw them down, he boasted. You could imagine how well the gods took that,” he can’t resist adding, drawing that sweet, tinkling laughter out of his betrothed’s mouth. He smiles himself and continues his tale, “They were sealed away, as in your tale, also bound to wait for the impossible godborn. She came of course, and fell in love with the king, and he with her. Something that was left vague in your version.”
“Perhaps they did, who knows?”
He hums, agreeing. “Who knows. Then, as I said, it ended the same way, with them ascending, only to blow away into sand, leaving the godborn girl heartbroken and devastated.”
“It seems, in all the tellings, the Deep Dwellers were meant for a tragic fate.” You lead him on, to a new part of the cavern, leaving behind the fresh and clear coolness of the streams.
The cavern becomes a hall, with a high ceiling sparkling with crystals. Stars in the night. Had he known better, he would’ve thought so in truth. Luminescent mushrooms sprout here in place of the Whispers, filling the passage with the same gentle blue glow that lights the rest of the cave. Unlike the rest of the cave, the air here is damp, musty, and a tad moldy, chillier than by the waterways.
“Oh.” You let go of his hand to stride toward what looks like a statue sitting by the side of the path. “He’s being rained on now, poor thing.”
The steady drip, drip, drip of water falling on stone is the only sound in this part of the cave. The rain had done a number on the poor thing. He had a face once. Wiped away now by his misfortune to be caught beneath this perpetual deluge. Eren can guess who this poor thing is. Damned unlucky bastard, in life and in stone.
“Gods, but he is the most unfortunate figure, isn’t he?” you sigh, staring down at the miserable likeness of the King of the Cave himself.
“I’ve always thought the gods, new and old, have twisted senses of humor.” The rest of the passage is bone-dry but for the king’s little corner. Eren laughs, wry and dry.
“Always the blasphemer,” you shake your head at him but smile all the same. “Hvalimir Vaida. Hvalimir of the Cave. That was what they called him.” You stare about the cavern, as though to search for something. You find what you are looking for in a moment.
Eren follows, curious, only to find you attempting to twist off a stalk of what looks like a giant clover. He strides forward, drawing the dirk that hangs at his right hip, and proceeds to cut an offshoot for you.
“What d’you need that for?” he asks, and is answered almost at once as he watches you place the stalk with its wide canopy-like leaf on the king’s lap, propping it up against the stone body in such a way that it won't fall over.
“There, he is shielded,” you say, looking down at the king and his rainshade of clover.
“It’ll probably get knocked off someday, though, if the water doesn’t stop,” Eren feels compelled to point out.
“It might,” you agree. “But I gave him a respite until then. Now he has time to savor the dry, until that most unhappy day. Who knows? The rain might stop before that wretched day and he’ll keep dry ‘til the end of time.”
You leave the king there holding his empty court. The steady sound of water dripping on his rainshade sees you out.
Drip, drip, drip.
It is not long before you turn a corner and the sound fades. The blue of the mushrooms fade as well to be replaced by a light more… golden. Like sunlight.
You release his hand once more and continue on ahead of him.
Eren calls out for you but you are slipping through a gap between two boulders and do not seem to hear him. A little mystified, he starts after you.
Gold. A whole field of it, he sees once his eyes adapt to the sudden light. Goldenglow, he realizes as the flowers’ familiar scent assails his senses. He looks about, mouth parting in wonder. The King of the Cave’s throne room. All in ruins now. Much of the high vaulted ceiling had cracked and fallen away, exposing the hall to the elements and the skies above. What walls are left standing are festooned with lichen, ivy, and other flowering vines of red and pink and purple. There is no stone floor. There never had been, if the tales can be believed. It seems, in this case, the tales can be believed. Only goldenglow covers the ground, as every singer and storyteller claims.
In the middle of all this golden wonder is you, his betrothed, with your back to him, taking in this hall of legend.
The sight of you drives legend and fancy and history out of his mind.
A memory comes back to him then, the memory of you in the sanctum in Goldhaven, you with the flowers in your hair, the soft sunlight on your face, with Yelena’s fount splashing away at your back, and the wind in your hair. This fae maid is in her element once more.
He comes to you slowly, mesmerized. You have dropped your lesos; the blue and gold garment lies in swathes amidst the flowers, a welcome burst of color against all that gold.
You move forward before he can reach you and so he moves on, trailing your path.
“His throne,” are the only things you say when he stops to stand beside you. The wild had taken it over as it had the rest of the room. The stone seat is strangled by the vines; no one would have seen it had they not known it was there.
You turn away at length; Eren watches as you return to the spot where you had dropped your lesos and plop down, lying half-buried amongst the flowers.
“Conked out?” he asks, looking down at you with an eyebrow raised.
You giggle and reach out for him. “Come here.”
He laces his fingers through yours and allows himself to be pulled down. Your heads rest next to each others’ so closely. Your hands lie between you, fingers tightly clasped together.
“How’d you come by this place?”
You huff out a soft laugh. “One of my bids for freedom. I stumbled into this place, literally, crashed through the vines and rolled down that opening passage and everything.” His chuckle draws yours out before you continue, “I was so disoriented that I couldn’t tell where the entrance was so I kept on going, hoping to find it again. Curiosity won out when I saw the waterways, so I went on and on, found Hvalimir - he was snug and dry then, I’ll have you know - and came out here in the end. There’s a way out here, we’ll leave through there.”
“You sound a handful.”
“The raven calls the crow black.”
He laughs. “Spare me the cutting wit, my lady, I yield, I yield.” He lifts both your entwined hands off the ground and brings them to his lips so he can kiss the back of yours. “D’you think your poor tail is still looking for us?”
“Perhaps. I’ll take the fall, when it comes to it.” A mild touch of guilt colors your voice. “I’ll blame it all on the madness of adventure.”
Eren smiles up at the blue sky above you, then props himself up on his elbow to stare down at you. “You are the most spirited thing.”
You return his smile, then reach up to twine your fingers around the leather cord of his mother’s key.
His heart stops when you pull.
“There’s another version of Hvalimir’s tale, did you know?”
Eren swallows around the lump in his throat as your face takes on that most alluring cast of invitation. When had he gotten so close? He is suddenly and painfully aware of how alone you are. Hidden away from the rest of the world, stuck in a place of fancy and memory.
“N-no, I didn’t,” he says, hoarsely.
Your smile widens. “It was love that brought the king down in this telling. He fell in love with a fae woman, a child of the old gods, as the Old Blood believe. In her turn, the fae maid pledged her life and love to him and swore to take him to husband. The gods were devastated when she gave herself to him on the night of their wedding. By lying with a mortal, she had doomed herself to a mortal life and thus to a mortal death, and this was no fate no loving parent could suffer for a most beloved child. Their despair turned to deadly rage, and so they banished the newly wedded couple, here in this very place. They want to be together so desperately. And so they shall be, together forever in this dark hell. They can never leave, but so long as they have each other, does anything else matter?”
Yet again, he is drowning in dark pools. The cadence of your voice will put sirens to shame. You open your mouth, that luscious mouth now so close to his own, and murmur, “They’re still here, the maid and the king, forever wondering about their dark and wet kingdom. Never knowing the touch of sun and fresh wind and freedom, but those have ceased to matter. What are those compared to love as true as theirs?”
“We must have missed them. Pity. It’s not every day I get to meet figures of legend.” Your breath is warm against his lips. Closer. Closer, and he will feel your heat and that silken softness and taste the sweetness of your tongue.
Clack!
“Ketse!”
Your head snaps up and he freezes at the sound of the interloper’s voice. For a thousand years, he feels nothing.
“Gods be damned.”
The sound of your voice draws him out of the void. Somehow, someway, he finds that so absurdly funny that he has to laugh. “Who’s the blasphemer now?”
“You’re the most terrible influence, Sir.”
Eren chuckles some more at that and stares down at the lovely face framed with flowers. A golden girl among golden blooms. He bends down close and watches your mouth part. “Careful, my lady, the gods may trap us down here forever for that impiety,” he says, voice low, and gently flicks his nose against yours. Eren smiles wide as your eyes widen at the gesture.
He lets out a playful groan and presses his face by the crook of your neck. “Your tail has the most inconvenient timing.”
You let out a groan of your own and sigh. “He does, damn him. He’s bloody persistent, I’ll give him that.” You are silent for a time, before you speak again. “Maybe it won’t be so bad, to be trapped down here forevermore. We could slip back inside, become Deep Dwellers and bask in the king and queen’s love. It won’t be so bad to be trapped in darkness. With you. I could bear the darkness with you.”
Your voice is the most comforting thing. It seeps into his skin, his bones, his very being. “When you put it that way… entrapment doesn’t sound so bad. Not if it’s with you. I wouldn’t want to be trapped down here with anyone else.”
He nestles closer against you, wanting more of you that he is allowed. Apples and winter roses and goldenglow overwhelm his senses, along with the headier scent of you, that inimitable scent that was yours and yours alone. His nose brushes lightly against the side of your neck.
Your small intake of breath makes him pause. A tense couple of heartbeats pass, but you do not push him away. Encouraged, he presses closer, taking in another deep whiff of your scent. The fog in his mind grows thicker with each breath. He must have more. Eren presses closer, closer, until his lips feather over your skin.
At once, you stiffen beneath him, and it is as if he has fallen through thin ice. Elation and terror war within him.
Gods, why did I do that?
Gods, let me have more, don’t push me away.
Your fingers thread through the hair at the back of his head and bears down, pressing him closer to your skin.
Elation wins out and he is kissing you, running his lips down the column of your throat and reveling in you. Your breaths come out quicker with every press of his mouth, and you reach up, clutching at his shoulder with the hand not buried in his hair and pulling him closer, closer. Suddenly, kisses are not enough, he must have a taste.
The gasp that escapes your mouth goes through him the very moment the tip of his tongue touches your skin. All at once, you are tilting your face back, burying your head further into the blossoms as you bare more of your throat for him to ravage. You are the most intoxicating thing he has ever imbibed; no wine, no ale, no mead and beer and rum can ever compare to the substance that is you. His tongue licks across your skin hungrily, savoring the taste of you. You are salt and you are sweet and you are the best thing he has ever tasted.
His hands feel useless and empty, and so he fills them with your thighs. They are cradling his hips, those thighs, soft as satin and smooth as silk under his fingertips. The whole span of him presses down the whole span of you, and you are soft there, too, the whole of you, soft and yielding and warm.
You are panting into his ear, breathless and eager, as he licks and kisses up your throat and caresses your supple skin, each brush of his hands moving higher, and still higher until he was tracing the edges of the split skirt of your vevda, that blessed garment… It will be the easiest thing in the world for his hands to slip beneath, and so they do. You are warmer there beneath your skirt, and the heat of you spills into his fingers and palm as he caresses higher, higher still…
“Eren.”
It is his name, only his name, yet the power that single word has over him is absolute. Suddenly, your flesh is between his teeth and he is biting down.
“My lady-!”
There is a horrified gasp and before he quite knows it, he is sitting up. Eren blinks like an owl, dazed. You are seated before him, closing your legs as you turn to speak reassurances to some armored lout with devastation writ clear across his galling face.
Hot, boiling fury rushes in. All about him, the gold has turned to red. The lout has no fucking right to look that devastated. The urge to wipe the rocky cave walls down with the loutish face rises in Eren in the most vicious yen. That will clear up that stupid look on that stupid face in a brilliant flash.
“Eren.”
It is the only thing in the world that could’ve calmed him down at the moment. You smile at him. “We should get going. We’ve stayed in here long enough. At this rate, we’ll probably crumble to dust once we set foot outside.”
That draws a chuckle from him yet only in brief. Smiling you are, with all the appearance of soft tenderness, yet your eyes seem shuttered. You are looking at him as though you are seeing him, truly seeing him for the first time, and he does not know what to make of that. Something in his chest squeezes at the sight.
His eyes drop down to your neck, at the space where it meets the slope of your shoulder. A large round bite mark ornaments your skin, imprinted deep into the flesh. He had bitten down harder than he thought. It will take days for it to fade, if not longer, by the look of it. Something in his chest swells at the sight.
It is the most disappointing thing to see you cover yourself up with your lesos, yet he can bear that. The look of closed-off wariness on your face had vanished when you twine your fingers through his, and your smile comes sweet and tender and true. That is worth more than a mark of his claim.
The late afternoon sunshine comes to greet you the moment you emerge from the King of the Cave’s throne room. You do not, in the end, crumble to dust.
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A/N:
Povar = Father (Belin)
Translation notes:
Falke = Falcon (German/Fristuhl)
Povik = Grandfather (Rakiva)
Ketse = Shit (Rakiva)
Another of my favorite scenes. Eren's POV, that is. And it came out a lot friskier than my original draft, which pleases me immensely. SO immensely! They are finally getting more physical and I just. Can't. Wait. For them to go. Further. (As if I don't have full control of the story. But nowadays these guys like to take the reins so... you know!)
More trouble in the North. Cause it ain't quite over yet, these northmen are a troublesome lot. A bit of darkness tainting Zeke's POV, he's been largely pleasant so far but he has IssuesTM. Market day for the happier couple and the importance of common love. And we get a tale and all its different versions because stories change with the telling as stories always do. And of course, hormones overflow and I had to send in the pesky guard so they won't go any further because the Greater Will says it's not yet time for that. But I can let them have a taste as a treat.
See you next time for the next update! <3
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⌗ attack on titan masterlist.
⌗ armin arlert.
⌗ colt grice.
⌗ connie springer.
⌗ eren jaeger.
⌗ erwin smith.
⌗ hange zoe.
⌗ jean kirstein.
⌗ levi ackerman.
"with practice, with time." (fluff, drabble)
"good." (smut, drabble)
"done, over." (angst, hurt/comfort, drabble)
⌗ mikasa ackerman.
⌗ pieck finger.
⌗ porco galliard.
⌗ reiner braun.
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Thrills, Chills, and Whores, Let’s Explore The Haunted Lore Here With Salaciousdoll
Before you take the tour with me, here’s what to expect: reader is Fem and a bit of an airhead in like two fics. You can continue to the Taglist if you are 18+ and have your ages in your bio’s.
Oct. 4
Mirrors featuring Risotto Nero
Tags: body worship, size kink, hardcore, dirty talking, voice kink, invisibility, mirror sex, etc.
Oct. 9
His messy dolly featuring Jugram Haschwalth
Tags: Royal au, spitting, impact play, temperature play, praise/ degradation, dom. Jugram, etc.
Oct.12
Girl Ride featuring Shinichiro Sano
Tags: body worship, spitting, biting, heavy impact play, breeding kink, etc.
Oct.17
Writing Helper featuring Kenpachi Zaraki
Tags: spit, daddy kink, size kink, talk through it, full Nelson, cockwarming, dirty talking, groping, etc.
Oct. 21
Break The Rules featuring Kenny Ackerman
Tags: Big exhibition, law breaking sex, marking, sir kink, teasing, vibrator, etc.
Oct. 25th-31st
Tear You Apart
Featuring…
Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Hiromi Higuruma, Shiu Kong, Toji Fushiguro, Atsuya Kukasabe, and Choso Kamo
Please be advised to the warnings of Smut, blind fold sex, a bit of cuckolding here for Geto, Groupsex, double penetration in one and two holes, food play, spitting, fluids( squirting, cum.), marking with a permanent marker, body worship, chubby reader implied but everyone can read, voyeurism, impact play, guessing game, spooky sex, reader is wearing a bunny girl costume, knife play, Shibari play in the first half( kinda like a warm up)
Nov. 6th/11th (CANCELED)
The Suite Life of Older Men and Women
Featuring…
Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Miche Zacharias, Onyankopon, Hange Zoe, Nanaba, Zeke Yeager, and Nile Dok
Please be advised to the warning of Smut, group sex, double penetration in both holes, handjobs, breeding kink, edging, cunnilingus, creampies, overstimulation, body fluids( spit, squirting, etc.), dirty talking, praise/ degradation, hard fuck, pussy eating, sloppy top, impact play( pussy slaps, slapping as and chest, etc.)
Nov. 16th/21st
Want The Whole Crew
Featuring…
Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Connie Springer, Floch Foster, Colt Grice, and Porco Galliard
Please be advised to the warnings of smut, groupsex/gangbang, double penetration in both holes and one hood, triple penetration attempt, spitting, squirting, a bit of cnc( consensual non-consent), masked men fucking you, voyeurism, voice kink, marking with marker, tit fucking, heavy degradtion and a bit of praise, pet names, recording( consensual)
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he wants nothing more than see you squirt all around his cock. he loves how your pussy glistens with your wetness whenever he touches you. he pounds into you just to see you squirt with every thrust. loving the way you make wet effect on his cock.
armin, levi, CONNIE, YUUJI, megumi, mahito, bertholdt, colt, floch, zeke
he's obssesed with your creamy pussy. he loves when you sit on his face and your juices fill his mouth, making mess all over his cock. he moans like a bitch when he sees your cream all over his cock. your juices making ring around his face and coating his whole cock in your white wetness.
jean, REINER, erwin, porco, onyankopon, MICHE, geto, nanami, yuuta
both at the same time
eren, gojo, choso, naoya
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╰┈➤ marley boys as boyfriends - aot.
ft. colt, porco, reiner, zeke.
cw. explicit content - minors do not interact, references to sexual acts, references to toxic/manipulative behaviour, afab!reader.
⋙ reiner braun.
really insecure. like very insecure. lowkey thinks that you are only dating him out of pity because you couldn't date the guy you actually like.
also very eager to please you. definitely remembers every stupid little thing you tell him: your birthday, favourite colour, starbucks order, etc. whatever you've told him, i guarantee he's got it written down in his notes app under "favourite things"
texts you good morning every day and checks in to make sure you've eaten and had some water.
not a pet name guy. will tolerate babe or baby but nothing else. prefers to use names.
loooves eating pussy. worships it. he could cum just from getting you off with his tongue. loves it when you grind into him and cum on his face.
huuuuuge dick, keeps it trimmed but not fully shaved.
really into foreplay because he's so scared of hurting you and wants to get you fully warmed up before taking his dick but also loses himself as soon as he gets the tip in
prefers it when you're on top so you can control the pace. he's so scared of being too rough with you.
doesn't like choking but loves to just hold his hand around your throat.
king of aftercare. will clean you off, run you a bath, give you a massage, anything to relax you. sweetest, kindest boy
loves it when you cuddle on top of him, like a little blanket
⋙ zeke jaeger.
really into younger girls lmao like not underage of course but like, 18/19/early 20's. loves feeling like he's someone you can rely on or the more experienced one due to his daddy issues of being not good enough
will call you kiddo or squirt affectionally but will also weaponize it to make you feel inferior when you're fighting. making you seem like an immature kid
high-key toxic and possessive. doesn't want you hanging out with other guys but will get annoyed with you when you complain about him hanging out with yelena
selfish in bed. will do the bare minimum to get you in the mood but expects you to bend over backwards to please him -- also why he goes for younger girls
doesn't shave or trim at all, full bush of curly blonde hair
likes it when you ride him because he gets to watch and also doesn't have to do any of the work
really into facials
never goes down on you but when you complain about it he says i would if you went down on me more
HIGH-KEY TOXIC
falls asleep immediately after sex
⋙ porco galliard.
pretends he hates you in public. will openly make fun of you and mock you in front of your friends. loves banter -- especially when you fight back.
in private, he's a little baby. loves to cuddle and loves it when you take care of him. will immediately get angry if you point out how cute and sweet he's being. hates admitting he cares because he's so afraid of losing someone he loves.
loooves pet names. baby, babe, or sweetheart when he's feeling nice. stupid, loser, or lil shit when he's feeling bratty.
gets very jealous when you talk with other boys, especially reiner. gets so pissy about it if you like him so much why don't you just date him?
low-key verbally abusive but when he takes things too far he apologizes immediately. kissing you, tickling you, doing whatever he can to make you smile again -- learns from his mistakes.
initiates sex by pulling you into his lap and making out with you. or nibbling on your neck. suuuper high sex drive. sexts you constantly. begs for nudes.
loves dirty talking and fingering. loves to make you beg for him, loves it when you cum on command. loves tasting you on his fingers.
big ass-guy. loves fucking you doggy style so he can watch your ass jiggle. also really into anal.
wants to cuddle immediately after sex. loves to be the big spoon so he can stick his dick between your asscheeks. ready for round 2 after approximately 30 seconds.
⋙ colt grice.
always holding your hand when you're walking together or putting his arm around you when you're sitting together.
relationship moves quick. he asks you out one day, makes you his girlfriend the next, then he's suddenly talking about marriage and kids??? already has your entire life together planned out. you meet his parents on the second date
too logical. when you rant about your day he always gives you solutions instead of just letting you vent. gets confused when you get frustrated with him.
regularly posts pictures of you to instagram with cringy captions, but they're all really good pictures because he religiously watches those tiktok guides on how to take pictures of your girlfriend.
gets along really well with your friends. often comes along to girls-nights so he can dd for you and your friends. very interested in your friend group's gossip.
virgin. or at least very sexually inexperienced. kind of vanilla but open to trying anything. prefers when you take the lead, bottoms from the top-vibes
loves any position that has the two of you facing each other.
very vocal in bed. constantly telling you how pretty you are with his cock in your mouth or hot you look when you cum. likes it when you swallow his cum but never asks for it because he doesn't want to be rude
always reminds you to go pee after sex and falls asleep immediately afterwards. kisses you in his sleep.
sets his alarm 20 mins early so he can cuddle and kiss with you (and maybe a lil quickie) before you have to get up.
#attack on titan fanfiction#aot headcanons#attack on titan smut#aot smut#snk smut#marley boys#reiner braun smut#reiner braun x reader#reiner braun x y/n#reiner x y/n#reiner smut#zeke jaeger smut#zeke jaeger x reader#zeke jaeger x y/n#zeke x y/n#zeke smut#porco galliard smut#porco galliard x reader#porco galliard x y/n#porco x y/n#colt grice smut#colt grice x reader#colt grice x y/n#colt x y/n#colt smut#writes-tiff#colt.hc#porco.hc#reiner.hc#zeke.hc
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In Dreams
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2BUG9MJ
by DerbyGhosts
She has not seen Jean Kirstein in years, she doesn’t know him any longer. Not like she used to when she would hold his hand through the woods that surround her parents’ farm. They were just kids so close to adolescence but not quite, still young and innocent, without a worry or care. Jean would blush every time she held his hand, pretending to look away with a disgruntled expression. His cheeks ruddy and knuckles scraped from fighting, but he never complained when it came to her, to Mikasa Ackerman.
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After the funeral of their best friend reunites them, Mikasa and Jean end up spending a lust and whiskey fueled night together. Years later, they try to figure out their feelings and each other after that single night left them with more than what they bargained for.
Words: 5551, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Armin Arlert, Gabi Braun, Sasha Blouse, Connie Springer, Eren Yeager, Original Child Character(s), Colt Grice, Falco Grice
Relationships: Mikasa Ackerman/Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager, Gabi Braun/Falco Grice
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Romance, Slow Burn, One Night Stands, Unplanned Pregnancy, Drunk Sex, Childhood Friends, First Love, Bad Boy Jean & Gothkasa, Angst, Fluff, Minor Character Death, Mullet Daddy Jean, Mikasa goes horse riding, yeehaw, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Parents, Loss & Grieving, Violence, Soulmates, farm life, Farmhand Jean, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smut
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2BUG9MJ
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daylight, masterlist ; colt grice
rules serve as a means to keep everyone safe, but colt knows that if that were true, marleyans would be intermingling with eldians, he wouldn't have had to enlist in the army at fourteen, armband sales would be significantly lower (if not nonexistent), falco would have a normal childhood, and colt's life wouldn't be constantly spiraling downwards. sometimes rules do work, though. you've long since established your own set, and they've been keeping you safe for as long as you can remember.
until colt grice finds himself in your bedroom, and you slowly start to break every single rule you've kept in place.
pairing colt grice x f!reader
word count 55k+
content contains/will contain sw!reader, canon discrimination against eldians, depictions of violence, blood, taking care of him when he's injured, slowburn, eventual smut
updates on ao3 first!
⊹ 💖 ࣪ ˖ RULE 1 › NO SHARING NAMES
⊹ 💖 ࣪ ˖ RULE 2 › NO KISSING
⊹ 💖 ࣪ ˖ RULE 3 › NO FALLING IN LOVE [I, II, III]
⊹ 💖 ࣪ ˖ RULE 4 › IF ANY RULES ARE BROKEN, RUN (AND DON'T LOOK BACK)
#colt grice x reader#colt grice x you#snk x reader#aot x reader#fluff#angst#smut#series: daylight#colt grice
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Ask Rules!
Just gonna lay these out now.
As of right now I won't write outright smut. You may ask for suggestive.
I only write gender neutral or female reader. Sorry I just don't know what it's like to be a guy lol..
I only write romance for the guys. Unfortunately... I am not a lesbian and do not know what it's like to be in a lesbian relationship, so I simply won't write for them. I am happy to support other writers who do write lesbian relationships. I will write friendship for any character.
Everything else just ask and we'll see if I'll do it. More than anything I want this to be a more comfort//relaxed page.
Characters I will write romance for:
MHA
Izuku Midoriya
Katsuki Bakugo
Shoto Todoroki
Denki Kaminari
Eijiro Kirishima
Tenya Ida
Mirio Togata
Tamaki Amajiki
Keigo Takami aka Hawks
Fat Gum
All Might
Harry Potter
Ronald Weasley
Harry Potter
Neville Longbottom
Dean Thomas
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Oliver Wood
Cedric Diggory
Draco Malfoy
Remus Lupin
Sirius Black
James Potter
Naruto
Kakashi Hatake
Naruto Uzumaki
Sasuke Uchiha
Nara Shikamaru
Kiba Inuzuka
Rock Lee
Neji Hyuga
Itachi Uchiha
Gaara
Open to others...
Attack On Titan
Levi Ackerman
Eren Jeager
Armin Arlelt
Jean Kirschtein
Conny Springer
Reiner Braun
Colt Grice
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MASTERLIST ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
✿ fluff — ❈ smut — ✱ angst
pearls workshop!
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THE SCOUTS
eren yeager →
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jean kirstein →
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armin arlert →
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connie springer →
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mikasa ackerman →
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hange zoe →
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sasha braus →
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THE WARRIORS
pieck finger →
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reiner braun →
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colt grice →
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bertholdt hoover →
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zeke yeager →
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THE OTHER
yelena →
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onyakopon →
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SERIES
play pretend ➛ j.k
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