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ryuichirou · 3 years

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Hello Ryu!!

Do you have any smut headcanons about the girls? (like, their favorite position or kinks or something like that)

I really love how you draw the girls btw!!

Hi Anon!! Thank you very much for enjoying my girls <3 I love drawing them a lot, and all the stuff that we post with them is very special to me. I also draw smut with them from time to time, but we never post it.

Here are some headcanons… 👀

Historia is far less innocent than she seems. Ymir was very cautious about her desires and held back a lot at first, but once they started having sex, it’s like a whole new side of Historia opened up to her. Of course, Historia is still shy and not experienced at all, but she adores Ymir and it really shows. They have long make-out sessions and cuddle a lot, and these moments are often sweet, but when it comes to sex itself, they can get very dirty and loud. Historia is very honest with her reactions and Ymir loves it.

Ymir lets Historia bite her shoulder or hand a lot of times, because it’s very difficult for her to stay quiet otherwise. Of course, Ymir loves it too. She also teases Historia about the bite marks a lot.

Not a surprise to anyone, but Pieck likes to either be on all fours or to lie on her stomach. She’s also fully aware of how provoking this position might look; so if she’s presenting her butt to Hange, Yelena or any gal she tries to flirt with, it’s pretty much intentional. Only with gals though.

Pieck is also a pillow princess who likes to be taken care of by women significantly taller than her. But of course you can boss her around too if she’s in the right mood, i.e. if you manage to make her too horny. If you’re Yelena, she might even let you grab her hair for a couple of seconds.

When it comes to Pikuhan, Pieck kind of created a monster when she gave Hange a chance. At first she thought that Hange didn’t really know what to do and gave her a couple of hints, but Hange instantly went “you mean like this?” and decided that this means that Pieck just gave her full freedom to do whatever she wants with her. Pieck got shook by Hange’s intenseness, but ultimately enjoyed it a lot.

Annie hides her face when she has sex. With Hitch – because Hitch teases her too much and always smiles at her slyly; with Mikasa – because Mikasa stares at her without blinking and it’s either too creepy or too hot depending on Annie’s mood.

Hitch knows Annie’s body very well, she discovered her most soft and tender spots very quickly. She thinks that it’s cute that Annie, while seeming all distant and stuff, could be soft and red and embarrassed and surprisingly easy to please if you know how to handle her.

Annie is usually very quiet and heavy breathing is the most you can get from her, but Hitch is working on it.

Annie enjoys a certain amount of roughness, so she’s drawn to Mikasa who could be very raw and animalistic if provoked properly. But it’s usually too much work to provoke Mikasa…

Ymir, Hange and Hitch are the biggest boob grabbers out of everyone. Well, Annie might count too, but she grabs Hitch when she’s too overwhelmed, so it’s not entirely out of desire to squeeze something soft. She does think Hitch’s breasts are nice to touch though. Not like she’s going to tell her this or anything…

Ymir and Hange are similar in a sense that they ask their girlfriends to send them photos sometimes. In a different manner though: Ymir is more teasy and demanding, Hange is more of a 🙏🙏🙏🙏🥺type of person. Ymir always gets what she wants from Historia, but Pieck doesn’t like taking photos of herself so… :(

#replies #headcanons #yumihisu #pikuhan #mikannie #hitchannie #pikulena

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themidnight-ghost · 3 years

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Chapter One | Chapter Two

Anne Boleyn lost everything when she accidentally resurrected Henry VIII. Now it's all up to her to fix her mistakes, but hopefully, she won’t have to do it alone.

Anne Boleyn awoke, she adjusted herself to move her neck but stopped when she realised it was nestled into Catherine Parr's collarbone. She tensed then hesitantly relaxed, savouring the familiar smell and comfort she hadn’t had in so long. The Boleyn girl closed her eyes once more and smiled slightly, fantasising about what life could’ve been is she hadn’t cared so much.

Now it was Catherine’s turn to wake up. Anne felt Cathy’s breath hitch, and she quickly removed her head to give the writer some space. Unfortunately, this now meant that Cathy was taller.

“Morning,” Cathy mumbled, glancing down at Anne’s lips then back to her eyes.

“Morning,” Anne replied stiffly.

“Did you sleep okay?” The writer’s voice was husky, and Anne didn’t miss Cathy’s subtle glances.

“Yeah, I slept brilliantly.” Anne trailed off as Cathy tipped her chin upwards,

“When I first saw you, there was a cut here.” Cathy brushed her fingers over a spot on Anne’s chin, “Looks like it healed well.”

I Anne wasn't awake then, Cathy's morning abruptness meant she was now. Not meeting her eyes, the 6th queen hesitated.

Anne’s voice turned to a whisper, “What are you thinking about?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Cathy glanced at the Boleyn girl’s lips once again before moving in. Anne’s eyes fluttered closed as the air became thicker and she could feel Cathy’s breath igniting something she hadn’t felt in a while.

Knock, knock.

“Cathy, Jane was wondering why you’ve not come down for breakfast yet.”

The chippy voice of Katherine Howard was enough to make a grown man scream, especially if he was about to lock lips with Anne Boleyn.

The 5th queen gasped at the sight. Kat had started to walk around the house a little more and even came down for occasional meals. At this point, she’d seen too much to be embarrassed and was furious that her cousin had been let back into their house.

“What the fuck, Cathy.”

“I can explain!”

“I don’t want a fucking explanation!”

On any other day, Anne would’ve called her younger cousin out on her language, but she decided to keep quiet.

“I want her gone.” Katherine stormed out.

“What got her ponytail in a twist?”

Cathy shot the 2nd queen a look which could kill before chasing Katherine to her room.

“Okay,” The writer began, “First off, language. That was unacceptable, and you know it. Second of all, Anne needed a place to stay; I wasn’t going to let her rot on the streets.”

“Okay, Cathy. How about this? I don’t care if she was living with Beyonce or freaking Billie Eilish! She ruined our family and resurrected someone we all agreed didn’t deserve to exist! Do you have any idea of the pain she caused me?! That was my cousin.”

“I get you’re angry, I do.”

Katherine dived onto her bed and stuck her head into her pillow,

“No, you don't, Cathy. You live in a little world where everyone can be forgiven with a snap of their fingers, but that isn’t what reality is like. You relieve the oppressor of guilt when everyone else suffers.”

Catherine rested herself against the backboard as she ran her hands through Kat’s hair.

“Sometimes, it’s easier to forgive.”

“What would you know.” Kat’s voice was toxic, but she soon rephrased the question, “Scratch that, what’d you mean?”

“It helps your soul find peace so you can move on. It’s hard but necessary for both parties.”

“It’s like you forget what she did to us. Do you know how many nights I spent crying about that man, how many nightmares? The trauma I’ve had to work through for my cousin just to reverse it?” Katherine sobbed, “it’s easier for you.”

“Believe me,” Cathy sighed, “I can’t imagine how hard it is for you, but it’s been fucking hard for me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.” Katherine looked up with curiosity.

“I loved her, I invested everything I had into that relationship, and what I gave I got back. Life was perfect.” Cathy swallowed, “But then everything changed. I woke up one morning, and she’d gone. She didn’t leave a note, and I certainly didn’t get a letter. Everyone was telling me to get over it, but I was in shock. My life turned upside down in 24 hours, and what had once become routine became a distant memory. I swear a part of me thought she was dead when I saw her on the pavement.”

“Is that why you forgave her? Because you missed her?”

“I forgave her because my moments with her were the best. She made me really happy, Kat. Even small moments like the one this morning, she feels like home.” Cathy couldn’t believe what she was saying, “Which is why you can’t tell Jane. You don’t have to forgive her, and I don’t expect that of you. I just need her here, please?”

“You don’t deserve her.”

“I love her. I can’t help that.”

Katherine wiped the tears from her eyes as she thought.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“Thank you, thank you so much!” Catherine pulled Kat into a hug, relief flooding them both, “And as much as I hate to ask, will you help me smuggle up some food?”

“Only because she’s my cousin,” Katherine spoke into Cathy’s shoulder.

“Thank you. You should head down before Jane gets suspicious.” Cathy wiped Kat’s remaining tears with her thumbs, letting her go to the door.

“Oh, and Cathy?” Kat poked her head around the door, “If we get caught, it’s your funeral.”

Catherine nodded, falling back on the bed whilst, releasing the breath she didn’t know she was holding before rejoining Anne.

The 2nd queen was already dressed and relaxing in front of Cathy’s open window, grinning as she felt the cool breeze on her face.

“Kat won’t tell.” Cathy pulled out her clothes for that day.

“That’s a relief. I honestly thought I would be kicked out again.” Anne laughed.

“Can I ask?” Cathy began, pulling up her jeans, “Why didn’t you leave a note when you left?”

“I wanted to. I had one written explaining the details Henry didn’t mention, and I had a separate one for you, but Jane didn’t want anyone reading them. She claimed I tore the family apart and ruined the perfect life she’d created for us. I tried to get through to Anna, but she was with Kat and Jane wouldn’t let me out the kitchen to get my stuff.” Anne turned to the writer, changing the subject when she saw Cathy’s eyes, “Have you been crying?”

“Only a little,” Cathy admitted.

“I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you.” Anne walked towards her ex-girlfriend.

“Save it for the others, yeah?” Cathy took her hands, and Anne nodded solemnly.

Leaving Anne upstairs, Cathy joined the queens sitting together, leaving a space between her and Kat. The energy was relatively calming, but no one missed Kat sneaking food under the table.

“What are you doing that for?” Anna of Cleves gestured to the pancake.

“An ugly looking dog is circling our house so I figured I’d try to lead it away.” Kat half-lied.

“Must be an ugly ass dog if you don’t want to keep it.” Anna quipped much to Jane’s disappointment.

“Oh believe me,” Kat dramatically turned to Cathy, “It is.”

“You are a terrible influence on us all.” Catalina exaggerated.

“Not as bad a Boleyn though! That girl would heelie around the house non stop!”

To Cathy’s surprise, the energy didn’t dull.

“Remember when she broke Jane’s vase?” Kat reminisced.

“I was supposed to sell that on eBay.” Jane’s tone was harsh until her lips curled into a smile, “You have no idea how uncomfortable that was to explain to the buyer.”

Anna stood from the table and to mock Jane's posh London accent, “‘Hello? Yes, this is the Tudor queen Jane Seymour, I’m afraid to inform you that my predecessor, Anne Boleyn, broke your vase.’”

Jane slapped Anna on the hand, “I do not speak like that!”

“Are you kidding? I think Anna’s impression was spot on!” The 1st queen complimented.

“Oh! Remember when Anne spent a week planning that elaborate beach date for Cathy, only for it to rain when they arrived?”

“It didn’t stop her from dragging me into the water, though.” Cathy smiled to herself before standing, “I should head up. I have some writing to finish.”

“Cathy, wait! You should take this,” Kat handed her the pancake, “You didn’t eat much, and you could get hungry.”

“Thanks, Kat.”

_______________________

Cathy felt sorry for Anne as she wolfed down the pancake, but all that sorrow evaporated when the Boleyn girl complained about there not being enough Nutella.

“Okay, Cath.” Anne licked her fingers, “I have a plan which might help salvage my bond with Kat.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but there isn’t much to salvage.”

“So, using the remaining money you gave me on the street, I booked Kat and me in for…” Anne drum-rolled on her lap, which made Cathy chuckle.

The very sound of the writer’s laughter produced so much euphoria that Anne wanted to jump downstairs and announce her presence to the queens before kissing Cathy and dragging her out of the door like something from a movie.

“PLATE-SMASHING!”

“What the hell is plate-smashing?” Cathy giggled.

“It’s where you get three plates to write or draw anything on, then you throw them against the wall and unleash all your pent up emotions!”

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Cathy doubted, “Kat has a lot of conflicting emotions which could backfire.”

“I mean, what’s she going to do? Throw a plate at me?”

“Probably. You saw how angry she was this morning. It’s risky.”

“I need a driver.” Anne changed the subject.

“She described you as an ugly-looking dog at breakfast.”

“I need a driver.”

“Annie, I’m happy to drive you. I just don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Look, I know my cousin better than anyone. I just need you to help me.”

Cathy rubbed her temple,

“Alright, what time is the session?”

“It’s in an hour!” Cathy swore Anne was half puppy. When she smiled, the writer could imagine her tail wagging happily as her ears sat contently on her head, perking up at the thought of making things right again.

“You head out the window and meet me by the car in a few. I’ll get kat.”

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The drive to the smash room was uncomfortable to say the last. There was a dark, eerie fog that lingered over the trio and ceased to dissipate.

Katherine Howard had explained multiple times that she felt uncomfortable and that she was only going along with this ‘plan’ because she was curious.

Anne Boleyn just silently nodded and picked at her fingernails in the back seat.

Catherine Parr internally debated if she was making all the right choices, Anne wasn’t usually one to think through a plan so what if something went wrong and she needed Cathy to get her out. But why should Cathy waste her time on someone like Anne? But what if this plan did work and Anne moved back in and everything returned to normal? Goddammit, she needed to focus on the road.

Deciding not to join in, Cathy left the beheaded cousins stranded outside their destination.

“Temper Tank?” Katherine deadpanned.

“It sounds bad-” Anne began,

Her cousin cut her off, “I dont need some sort of temper therapy. I’m fine how I am.”

“Really? Because it doesn’t seem that way.” Anne snapped, “I’m genuinely trying, Kitty. Just humour me for half an hour!”

“Half an hour is all you get.”

Katherine couldn’t help but be excited at the prospect of spending time with Anne. It didn’t help that she was also extremely curious about the trip despite the many things which could go wrong.

“Hi, welcome to Temper Tank. How can I help you?”

“I have a season with my cousin.”

“Of course! You must be Anne. Let me give you these.” The woman at the front desk handed the cousins two pairs of gloves and three plates each. “What colour sharpies would you like?”

“Green, please.” Anne studied Kat’s face carefully, despite not speaking for months, Anne would always remember her younger cousins’ favourite colour. “And pink.”

“Perfect! Room 206.”

Walking away from the front desk, Katherine finally spoke up.

“I’m surprised you remembered that.”

“Of course I’d remember that! How could I even forget!”

“Yeah, that was pretty stupid of me.”

“I’d see why you’d think that though, come on, let’s smash some plates!”

The cousins walked into a small room with the walls painted black and a single hanging light in the centre. It was separated in half by a thin sheet of glass, facing them was a large target merely hanging above the floor littered with china.

“Who are you adding?” Anne asked like she didn’t already know the answer.

“Henry Mannox, Francis Dereham, Thomas Culpepper, Henry and of course, you.” Anne’s stomach dropped. “But I wouldn’t put you on a plate with that lot. You deserve your own.”

Anne didn’t know if she should like that comment. The whole thought of being one of Kat’s triggers really messed her up. She spent so long trying to help her cousin, but now she just felt like she was putting her under more stress.

“Who’s going on yours?”

Anne broke from her trance, “Henry, Jane, pretty much my whole family other than you and George.”

“Why, Jane?” Katherine littered her plate with sarcastic love hearts.

“She wouldn’t let me tell the truth. She didn’t believe me.”

“Well, what is the truth?”

Anne swallowed. She waited for this moment when someone would finally hear her side of the story. Not even Cathy asked her what really happened.

“Before I could resurrect someone, I was allowed to speak to each soul personally. I used this time to speak to my daughter, apologise to Mary, and introduce myself to Edward and Mae. When it got to Henry, I was conflicted. I wasn’t going to give that scumbag the time of day, so I used the time to process my thoughts. I couldn’t resurrect my daughter and leave the others. Cathy had never even met Mae, and I had to take her history with Elizabeth into account. I could resurrect Edward, but what would Catalina think? Henry knew exactly what I was thinking.”

The truth suddenly dawned on Katherine.

“Two adult souls can split and make four child souls…”

Anne continued, “You can’t just resurrect a person, Kitty. The deceased soul needs help from one of the living, and if Henry was truthful, we could use our combined souls to resurrect all four kids.”

“But you would die?”

“I would be dying to give my daughter a new life. Not to mention the others.” Anne admitted. “Unfortunately, Henry didn’t keep his word, despite being truthful about resurrecting the other kids. When he ran, I came back to the house as soon as I could to explain, but I was in such a panic that-”

“No, I get it.” Kat placed a semi-comforting hand on Anne’s shoulder. “I still think you did a shitty thing, but I understand why you did it.”

Katherine stood and held Anne’s plate in her hands before throwing it at the target and hitting in dead in the centre.

“That’s for running away and living on the street.”

The younger queen then pulled her cousin into a tight hug.

“That’s for coming back.”

“I didn’t really have a choice,” Anne humorously admitted.

“Don’t ruin this moment.”

The sun’s light eventually broke the eerie fog that lingered over the cousins, and Anne ended up taking Kat on an impulse trip to McDonald’s before Cathy picked them up. Even though things weren’t perfect, and Kat didn’t fully forgive her cousin for what she did, she understood why Anne did it and that her original intentions were good.

When they finally arrived home, Katherine and her chicken nuggets exited, leaving Anne and Cathy alone in the front seats.

“How did it go?” The writer turned down the radio, her eyes tracing Anne’s features in the streetlights.

“It went well. I told Kat the truth, and she understood.”

Cathy hesitated, not wanting to overstep, “What is the truth? You mentioned it with Jane and now with Kat. Tell me.”

The survivor touched Anne’s thigh reassuringly, and the Boleyn girl explained everything.

“You were going to give yourself for Mae?” Cathy’s voice cracked.

Anne interlocked their fingers.

“I wanted you to be happy - you have no memory of her.”

“That doesn’t mean you should go around selling your soul! You selfish, selfish girl.” Cathy’s voice laced with compassion, fear and I dare say love as she pressed their foreheads together.

Cathy’s lips brushed against Anne’s and the 2nd queen blushed at the close contact.

“Are you alright?” Anne didn’t know why she whispered.

Catherine was shaking. “I’m just taking some time to process.”

“That makes sense. I think I’m going to give you some time alone.” Anne pulled away and kissed Cathy’s hand, “I’ll be climbing through the window if you need me.”

Once alone, the survivor groaned in frustration. Every time she thought she had something figured out, the universe changes course. She ran her hands through her curly hair and pulled out her notebook. Cathy wouldn’t usually take it everywhere, but it had become an anchor in the recent months and the only real way she could vent about her problems.

‘With Anne, there’s always a spark. Or in my case, a flame. And I guess, where there’s a flame, someone’s bound to get burned. But just because it burns doesn’t mean we’re going to die.’ Cathy paused, unsure of her next sentence, ‘The burn is healing now, so maybe it’s time to try.’

☁️ Not me actually liking the end of this chapter. Anywho, like Anne, I am trying. Comments and kudos are always appreciated! x ☁️

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dorminchu · 4 years

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untitled [WIP] ereani 30 days challenge - 14. (NSFW)

Character study undertaken through two scenes of masturbatory embelleshment. Sauce under the cut!

01.

She didn’t hesitate, chinos rolled up to her knees, two fingers on her clit, driven by a feverish urgency. He was bigger than her fingers—frustrating enough to be reminded of this, but it wasn't a perfect substitute anyway, just a consequence of yearning—on his hands and knees, he teased up her slit with his own hand, until she rolled her hips, impatient. He looked up with a grin, hunger in his eye she could definitely attest to.

"I've always wanted to do this," he rumbled.

Leaning in, he mouthed up her cunt for show, licked a harder stripe in the same fashion, grunting softly when she closed her legs around him. Then he went back for more, shameless with his tongue, glancing upward a few times like this was supposed to be impressing her and Annie shoved his head in her lap with her ankles.

He kept groaning her name, cupping her hips and her arse. She could lie still, let him devour her, but right now, what she wanted was to be filled. Told him as such and he drew his tongue out, mouth slick, grinning slyly.

Three fingers buried in her cunt were a better compromise than none.

So he got on his knees and she opened to him. He entered, slower than she would've liked, folding her knees up as far as possible. He hadn't even undressed, just unbuttoned his chinos enough to penetrate her; hardly fair, with her trousers bunched up at her knees and his cock throbbing away inside her.

"Don't get it on the sheets," she muttered, stricken with a funny sense of deja-vu, four years old. “I won’t be able to explain this away.”

His good eye flickered to her face. "Then, I'll have to finish inside you."

"Fuck," said Annie out-loud, clenching hungrily—on him—on her fingers. Shut her eyes again, panting mulishly.

The Eren in-mind glanced over at where they were connected, wet his lips. "Ready?"

"Yes!" she hissed out-loud, then silently: "yes, god, please."

He was grinning again. She let him continue, slow, deeper thrusts, until she was arching for it. He palmed her breast some more, hushing her, holding her. Annie sat up in a tangle, trying to fuck her hand, a repetitive thoughtless stabbing motion and—no, he would be gentler than this. Fell to meet the sheets, raising her hips—he was the one in control now—yearning for a hand on the small of her back, the nape of her neck.

"Oi. If you can't trust yourself," the heel of her palm felt solid against her mouth, a decent substitute, "bite."

She gnawed the side of her fist, gasping, left no marks. Rolled over onto her stomach and kept going. He'd looked thick enough in-hand; she felt more aroused imagining him behind her—the hot, blunt press of him against her weeping cunt was reassurance enough and she let him penetrate—teeth digging into her knuckles, shameless.

"Good girl," he muttered, mussing up her hair, rubbing her nape, thrusting sweetly. "You're so wet. Miss me?"

She moaned in honest, wordless answer.

Eren laughed. "God, I missed you too." He fucked her about as tenderly as he'd promised, still enough to make the bed creak. "Annie? I want to see you," he purred. "Turn around."

She shuddered, tangled up on her side, halfway off the mattress, fucking her hand steadily. It was almost enough.

He didn't have to pull out, just hauled one ankle over her shoulder and continued thrusting. A strange paradox between tenderness and intensity, his skin under clothing still managed to singe her. "I love you," he murmured, "do you feel the same?"

Annie couldn't answer. He thrust deep into her, rolling strokes that made her arch. She opened her mouth to tell him otherwise but what came out of her was "I want to," her voice cracking in the silence, helpless under his gaze, trying to hide in the crook of her arm, moaning, "God, I wish I could."

Traitor that she was, he should have no reason to forgive her. But he swept her hair from her eyes and put her wrists above her head, giving her the edge of his palm, sweet insistence in his expression that made her eyes prickle and her cunt tighten, humiliatingly so. He began to move again, a cheap trick that made her want to come, just to drag him with her and sink the truth into his jugular: I wish I didn't.

His brows scrunched when he got close. She arched up to meet him and he was so much taller it was unfair, hissing through his teeth. "Annie," he grunted, "mm, you've been such a good girl to-night—I want you to come."

She groaned heatedly into his—her—fist, but it really didn’t matter whose, she was close. Bit down when she spent, hard enough to ache in the sweetest sense. With his head bowed he buried to the hilt, coming steadily inside her.

Well, she could only imagine that. Not quite sated, the hand on her thigh wandered north and quickly sent her into a second, rawer wave of pleasure she could not control, unable to lead but be led—by the hips, his hands, her hands, his mouth turned open against her calf. When she’d composed herself he leant on his elbow, still inside her. He didn't kiss her, just stroked back her hair. "I was going to ask you something before you left."

"Mm?"

He leaned in. "Well—"

—Annie opened her eyes, vision blurred, shivered, in the dorm, come staining her thighs and fingers and a row of crescents blooming across the back of her hand, no bloodshed. Exhaling once, a tired, lonely hiss.

She sat up and Dreyse’s profile bloomed into her vision, changing into night-clothes. Annie froze, still with her hand down her pants. They assessed each other in tenuous, silence, and then Dreyse pulled a face like four years had crystalised, told her to go the fuck to sleep, it was three in the morning.

Four years ago Annie would have hit her with the pillow. Now she just laughed, bitter, wondering how much she’d betrayed.

02.

She was prettier in uniform. Rucking down her trousers—looked new—and she didn’t bother with anything else, straddling his hip.

“Condom?”

Eren gripped her waist. “I have to get up, they’re in—”

“—fuckssake,” Annie hissed, “It’s been weeks. I just want you in me.”

A lot could happen in three years, even two. His breath sucked in through his teeth. “God, Annie. I want to marry you.”

She threw him a teasing look. “Oh? Just because I want you to come in me?”

He barked out a laugh, growling: “Get your arse over here.”

She did not tremble, just raised her hips to help him line up and impaled herself his dick with a satisfied grunt, shoving back, taking him to the root, groaned shakily when he bottomed out. "Stop."

"What? Hurt?"

"No," she said, but her breath hitched as he throbbed, "just—you're big."

Well, she'd said he was big last time. At least implied it. It was all the encouragement he needed for his mind to vault five steps ahead, bending her over the kitchen table, braced on her elbows. "You think I'm big?"

It was more indicative of his own priorities that mind-Annie didn't fluster or tease him lightly for asking, just hummed. "Compared to you, I'm very delicate. You should be mindful, you know?"

He groaned his agreement, pulled back, pushed, gradual strokes, until he was pressing flush against her arse (his fist) and she was panting hard. He tried pulling back from here and she squeezed at the base in a way that made his eyes roll. Groaning, he eased up his thrusts, like drawing breath. He wasn’t going to come this early.

He gripped her waist (edge of the table) to steady himself, inhaling sharply. She clenched on him every time he pulled his hips back, but he could feel her starting to relax.

"Annie," running his hands up her stomach and breasts, rocking his hips, breathless, "you're so wet, is it good?"

He didn't even know why he said it but if he stopped now, he would break the reverie, so he kept (moving, pumping at a good enough pace) caressing her as she groaned, bowing her head. He reached down to (brace himself more firmly) find her clit and her jaw slacked, hips rolling to meet him."Eren—" sucking in a frantic breath as he bottomed out "—fuck!"

Buried in her warmth, she clenched (a million times better than his fist). “Jesus,” he grunted.

"Are you really gonna come?" she intoned, blunt; an involuntary echo.

Eren huffed, easing back out to the tip and sinking; this time she jerked, moved like she was trying to scale the table. "Fuck, you like that?" He got a hand in her golden hair (curling white-knuckled on the wood-grain) continuing these slower, deeper thrusts until she was moaning loud enough to be overheard through the door. His self-control fractured; he braced firmly to keep upright (pinned her flush against the table, head to the side and breasts squished), a satisfied grunt as he started (fucking his fist) rutting into her. He growled: "Can't make a mess. I'll have to finish inside you."

She whined a little, shoving backwards, cheeks flushed. In anticipation?

"Oh," he sucked in a breath, "you want me that bad, hm?"

With the same subtle catch in her breath as when she'd called him big, she muttered: "I won't die if you go a little harder."

He sped up, swallowed a noise, leaning down. "Shit." All he could register was the merciless squeeze of her cunt (his hand), the frantic slap of his hips against her ass as she ceded control. (Losing control, he was going to—) "Ann," he groaned, arching up, "oh, God, Annie."

He spent with a sharp inhale, and she milked him for all he was worth until sated, shuddering as he pulled out, doing up his pants. She raised on her arms, cracking her back. "Thanks," she muttered, slightly breathless, "I really needed this."

She was all pretty curves and edges, the swell of her hips and breasts and the softer flush of her vulva exposed, trailing semen; he wished he could see her face right now.

Eren tried to compose himself, half-expecting to see a stain on his thigh but of course there wasn’t any. There was semen on his hand, though, on the table; a hell of a lot more than he'd expected.

"Fuckssake," he muttered, and went to get a rag from the cabinet.

#not sfw #ereani #ereannie #eren jaeger #annie leonhardt #hitch dreyse #fanfic #fanfiction #wip #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #smut #gratuitous smut #:)#I'm not sorry

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yodawgiherd · 5 years

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Back to the Roots

Rating: T

>>>Read on AO3<<<

After a very long pause, I think it's high time to see what Annie is up to.

Enjoy!

Cold wind whipping at her coat, it somehow managed to find a way in to her skin even with her buttoning it all the way up to the neck. Shivering and stomping her feet to warm up a bit, she took a deep breath, casting an inspecting eye over the street around her. It was weird. Annie was back home, in Europe, in the city she grew up in, but somehow she felt more out of place than she ever did in America. Bowing against the wind, she started walking, looking for that one building she knew so intimately. And it wasn’t her home.

The gym was exactly where it was when her dad told her about the big move, rocking her whole world. Small and grey, it squatted at the end of a block, frowning at her as she came close. Its gray walls looked in quite a good shape, all things considered, the graffiti cleaned for once, and Annie allowed herself to smile before she opened the door, slipping in.

She wasn’t surprised to find the gym empty, as the hour was still quite early, but she still heard the muffled conversation and laughter of exactly the people she came here to see. Rounding a corner, she was greeted by a sound of leather creaking, as the bigger of the pair was giving it a proper do-over right now. Not sure how to draw attention to herself, she cleaned her throat, rather loudly, which seemed to alert both of them, their heads turning in her direction.

“Annie!”, shouted the blond, jumping over the ropes with a speed the defied his massive build, closing the distance in two steps and enveloping the girl in a bone-crushing hug.

“Bert, it’s the Lioness!”, he said to his companion, who just approached, grinning from ear to ear. “She’s back.”

“I can see that.”, the dark-haired man nodded, “Maybe you shouldn’t crush her the second she appears though, how about that.”

“Oh right.”, releasing Annie, who was just remembering that oxygen Is necessary for the function of the human brain, and the hug wasn’t letting any in. She took a step back, breathing in, putting her hands on her hips to stabilize herself as she looked the pair over.

“Reiner,”, she smiled at the blond, “Bertold,”, to the dark-haired one, “it’s good to see you two.”

They looked exactly as she remembered them. Reiner had a head full of bright blond hair, sharp features, and tall, broad shouldered body. He was wearing a tank top for his workout, so Annie could see the way his muscles bulged underneath the skin. Reiner was always a big guy, and the months she hasn’t seen him didn’t change that fact at all. Well, maybe he was even a bit broader, now that she thought about it. Bertold was even taller than Reiner, but where his friend was thick, he was thin, towering over everyone like a giant skeleton. All right, she was overplaying it a bit, he wasn’t that bony, but compared to Reiner his stature really did stand out.

“I have so many questions!”, Reiner blurted out, not able to hold his excitement in anymore, hands half-reaching out as if he wanted to hug her again, but than he thought better of it and pulled back.

“I’d like to talk too, is the roof still available?”

They both grinned at the same time.

“Totally.”

Annie didn’t remember when the tradition of their conversations up on the gym’s roof started, but it lasted for as long as she could recall. Here, with a cup of hot coffee in her hand, she was finally starting to feel welcome again, so much different and better than the cold anonymity of the streets.

“So,”, Reiner began, “how’s America?”

“Fine. Although I miss it here from time to time.”

“How about your father, leg still bothering him?”, Berthold interjected.

“Eh, you know him, he’s sitting back in the states. Soldering on day by day.”

The mere thought of her father left a bitter taste in her mouth, as it brought back the reason why she was even here in the first place.

“All right, out with it.”, Reiner took back the word, frowning at his taller friend, “What about the girl? The one your father was so obsessed with beating. Erm, what was she called, something exotic…?”

“Mikasa.”

Memories of blood, the rain. The sound her hand made when the bone snapped, the sickening crunch. The dark silhouette that loomed over her, Annie’s vision swimming with pain, looking ready to beat the shit out of her before surprisingly pulling back. She shivered. Not very pleasant.

“I trained with her for a time, but we had a falling out. She’s good, great partner.”

Reiner nodded, exchanging a quick look with Berthold, the silence returning. Annie took another sip of her coffee, looking over the roofs, very aware of the topic that was coming up, the elephant in the room. Well, she couldn’t avoid it for long anyways.

“Annie, you can guess what we both want to know now.” Berthold started, slowly, “You appear here, out of nowhere, without your dad, looking a bit haunted if you forgive me the word.”, a hand appeared on her shoulder, as the tall man was apparently showing his support, “What happened?”

She didn’t answer right away, sorting stuff in her head, not sure how to begin. Back on the plane, she thought about it, a lot, tried to figure out the right order of words, but there really was no way to prepare herself for the big reveal. Deciding that it was now or never, she dropped the big question, the one that was burning a hole into her mind ever since she walked away alive from the park Annie was sure she was going to lose her life in.

“Was I always this stupid?”

“I… Uhm…”, Reiner exchanged a look with Bertold, both unsure of what to say, “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean? Isn’t it obvious? No? Let me rephrase then. Did I always let my father walk all over me, with those stupid talks about his dream, did I always let him dictate everything in my life, not stopping once to ask myself if that’s what I really want?”

“Annie,”, Bert was the one talking, always the calmer and more level-headed of the two, “Your father loves you, he wants only the best for you.”

She shook her head.

“Answer the question.”

“He always had rather strong influence on your life, if that’s what you mean. I’d say… I’d say that you were more than willing to follow his orders.”

“Jesus…”, she hung her head in shame, “So I was always just his little puppet.”

“No, Annie, listen,”, Reiner spoke, “we were there, remember? You did what your dad said, but those were not bad things! He took care of you, especially after your mom left, and Bert is right.”, he nodded at his friend, “Your father wanted the best for you, he always did.”

“Sometimes what’s best for me isn’t what I want.”, she said to no one in particular, under her breath.

“There was this guy,”, she began, really just wanting to dump it all on her friends, let them know everything, make them understand, “we met back in states, after my first fight with Mikasa. We went out a couple of times and things just… happened. I got shot protecting his friend, who in the same time is Mikasa’s fiancé…”

“Wait what?”, Reiner jumped to his feet, eyes wide, “You got shot?”

“Yes, but I recovered. As I was saying…”

“Annie, you can’t just say that you got shot and continue talking! Who shot you? Why? What…”

“Reiner!”, she fixed him with a stern look, “It’s not important, I can tell you later. Now will you let me finish?”

“I…”, seeing that she won’t back down, he sighed, sitting back down, “Fine, whatever. Sorry for interrupting.”

One of your closest friends just announces that she got seriously wounded and he was supposed to just smile and nod at it. Great.

“Things were amazing,”, Annie continued, “but then I took him to meet my father and…”, her expression soured, “that was the start of the downhill slope. Dad strongly suggested that I should break up with him, because he adds no value to my training, that he distracts me, and stupid as I am, I obeyed.”, her fists clenched around the coffee cup, “Like a sheep, I followed his orders, ending up the great relationship I had, just because he said so. It opened my eyes, finally, and I saw just how easily I let him manipulate me, use me to his own ends. After that, stuff just fell apart, and here I am.”, she looked up, offering a weak smile. “That’s it, that’s the story.”

Bertold was the one to break the silence, standing up and gathering all the cups with a few swipes of his long hands.

“We are going to need a lot more coffee to talk this through.”

Annie couldn’t agree more.

From the way Hitch was watching him, it wasn’t hard to see that her psychiatric mind was full at work.

“What am I supposed to do then?”, Jean felt as if her gaze was piercing right into his mind, watching the embarrassing event unfold, over and over again, “I don’t want to act like a five-year-old anytime I’m alone with her. I don’t want to fuck everything up by blurting out some stupid shit, one that will be completely inappropriate, just because I can’t think straight around her.”

“Mikasa is really your kryptonite, isn’t she?”

Apparently in no rush, Hitch took another bite, rolling it around in her mouth. Damn, the taco was good.

“How about you suggest something then, instead of sitting there and stuffing your face.”, he growled at her, his patience wearing thin, but Hitch didn’t even seem to take notice. She was more than being used to people swearing at her, it was a part of her job. “Just a few weeks back, you told me that you don’t even want to be with her anymore, that you understand, and now this. Intriguing.”

“Yea well, tell that to my dick.”, Jean thought that it was accurate to say, because he always seemed to think with that part of his body instead of his brain anytime Mikasa was involved. He shook his head in desperation, “I don’t think I want to be with her, I just want… her. Understand?”

“Perfectly.”, she nodded, completely calm, while Jean was feeling like a total asshole. Here he was, sitting with an amazing and beautiful woman that he felt genuinely good around, but all he could talk about was that there was someone else, someone who he couldn’t stop thinking about no matter how hard he tried.

“What do I do doc.”

“Easy. You get to know her.”

Now it was Jean’s turn to be surprised.

“Huh?”

“Tell me, how many times did you talk to Mikasa, one on one, for a longer period of time?”

“Ehm, once? I think?”

Hitch looked downright smug.

“That’s exactly my point. I don’t think you are obsessed with her, you are obsessed with a mental image of her that you made. A perfect woman you dreamt up, and slapped her face right on top.”, she leaned forward, “Talk to her. Get to know her. Discover what she really is like, and then we can move from there. If your fascination will persist, we will solve it, but I have the feeling that it won’t.”

“That… That sounds surprisingly logical actually.”

“I know right?”, she flashed him a smile, standing up. “Now I would love to stay and chat, but I have a patient coming up, so I gotta run.”

Hitch pressed a quick kiss to Jean’s cheek, giving him a small wave before disappearing, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Sitting in the tub was relaxing, and Eren allowed himself to just lay down and do nothing for a minute, closing his eyes. Work was as exhausting as usual, with the stream of patients not dwindling, opposite really, which meant that his shifts were getting progressively longer to deal with them. The stunt that Mikasa pulled, the maid thing, was just plain amazing, and it kept him going for far longer than he even dared to hope, but even that energy was coming to an end. All he could hope for today was a few hours of shut eye, and then it’s back to work, where he has twelve hours and…..

The bathroom door opened, making Eren sit up, allowing Mikasa to stroll in, wearing a black bikini. She crossed the distance to the tub, sitting on the edge, and put one leg up, showing Eren that she had heels on for some reason. And sunglasses, he realized, when she pushed them back, revealing a pair of grey eyes, watching him from her perch with an amused expression.

“I see you don’t have a lifeguard here at your beach.”, she said, making him wonder if work really didn’t make him go insane.

“I’m not at the beach this is a bathtub.”, Eren shot back, but Mikasa’s smirk didn’t disappear. Gracefully as always, she slid in, straddling his waist in the water.

“Still, I better keep an eye out. You don’t want to drown do you?”

Shaking his head, Eren had to agree that taking a bath did seem like more fun when she was involved. And it was good having her here for security too, right?

After all, there could be sharks hiding beneath the foam.

#snk #fanfic #eremika

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