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dorminchu · 1 year

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wip wednesday -- aot, marley arc

a/n: alas... the brainworms have returned. thanks to @lunarcrystal's vc!Annie AU. this scene in-progress takes place in medias res from the post-canon ereannie au I'm working on. it's technically a soft reboot of a chapter (or several) from the 30 days OTP challenge that was in need of trimming.

She rapped on the door of the flat and waited around a minute for an answer. "Oi, Krueger," she barked.

Could be asleep. Or simply out on an errand. It wouldn't kill her to ask around the tenement, or make her rounds. She got enough shit from her Warrior colleagues wasting her time down here in Liberio's slums. Asking too many neighbors would give him reason to lie low.

She detected movement on the other side. She stepped aside in turn as the door opened.

He wasn't wearing any bandages this time. His left eye bore a perforated scar down the cornea. He blinked, then his brow creased. "Vice-Commander." She could smell the alcohol on him. "Come back to say hello?"

"I just wanted to see if you had drunk yourself to death."

"Not today. I wouldn't mind the company though." Annie deliberated. On the one hand, it didn't exactly behoove her to humour the enemy outright. "Stay a while," said Eren coolly, pushing the door a little wider with his shoulder. "Gets boring talking to the wall all day."

His good eye dug into her. She stepped through the door.

The kitchen decently-kept. A few dishes on the table the remains of a meal. The Liberio tenements didn’t have running water or electricity, so the wood stove in the center of the room was the only source of heat in winter. The half-empty bottle of alcohol on the table, glittering in the sunlight.

“You’ll have to excuse the mess,” Eren muttered. “Wasn’t expecting anyone.”

She side-eyed him. “No friends?” He shook his head. “Women?”

He paused, squaring his shoulders. “No, ma’am.” If she could see his ears they’d be pink. He gestured toward the threshold. “You’ll want to see the other rooms?”

“Lead the way.”

He was so tall, even on crutches, that he had to bend down to clear the doorway into the next room.

There was a bed against the wall. Not much furniture to speak of beyond a beat-up wardrobe and a closet. If he were writing regularly to an outside party he’d keep the letters someplace clandestine. She walked the length of the room in a few paces. A light breeze shifted the curtains in front of the only window in the room, cracked open. Eren was leaning against the doorframe. On her feet, she came up to his breastbone.

“I need to look at the dresser and wardrobe.”

Eren shrugged. “All right.”

The wardrobe had only a few ratty suits and a pair of boots, bottle of shoeshine. In front of the dresser she got down on her knees to rifle through a few shirts, rolled-up pairs of pants, old socks. The linen smelled faintly of mold. She shut the drawer and said in a tight voice, “The mattress, then.”

“It’s pretty heavy. I can help you.”

She ignored him. Walked over to the other side of the room with the window behind her, and lifted. The light of day revealing the underside of a decrepit mattress. Her jaw grit. She let it fall. She’d need a warrant to tear his room apart, even in the slums of Liberio.

“Terrible, isn’t it? I’d burn it now if I were able to afford a new one.”

Annie stormed into the kitchen, ignoring his protest. She grabbed the bottle on the table and took a deep pull. Lukewarm. Probably been out all morning. It burned her throat on the way down and she stifled a cough into her arm, eyes watering.

“Rough day?” called Eren from the threshold.

“You’re sick,” she hissed. “Grice is too naïve to understand what kind of monster you are.”

“I don’t mean him any harm. Nor you.” He glanced down at his leg. “I can’t transform.”

The alcohol went to her head. Dropping her guard, no better than handing him the knife. “How long will you be staying in Liberio?”

“Only ‘til the festival.”

His voice neutral. Enemies did not look at each other the way he always had. She always told herself the next time they spoke would be to the other’s grave. How simple it was, for him to rebel. He made it his prerogative. Each time, he found a way to reappear and make everything worse. He only saw her cool veneer, never the itch in her blood close to jealousy. The war would be over within the year. Paradis would be destroyed with impunity.

“You don’t look drunk,” said Annie.

“The clerk at the general store calls me a heavyweight drinker,” Eren answered, shifting his weight on his good leg. “I guess that’s true.”

Her image reflected in his working eye, drowning in his desolation. This hunger shared between them. Four years of cold, unsympathetic truths turned the outspoken idealist into a man half-dead. His conviction sucked the life from him. The same vacancy she saw in Braun’s eyes, when he thought he was alone. Annie licked her lips, in a silent battle with herself over what to say. The responsible thing to do. The silence between them so charged a knife couldn’t cut it.

She let her head fall forward, colliding harmlessly into his chest. Kicking out his leg, he crumpled to meet the floor. She was on top of him, fists in his shirt. Breathing hard, despite the lack of exertion. Eren stared at her, wide-eyed. Sober, there would be no excuse for this conduct. Tenderness would not win a war. Sympathies reserved for the civilians who read about the atrocities overseas in the comfort of their homes. In his place, she’d wrap his hands around the traitor’s throat and squeeze the life from her.

Instead, leaning down to press her mouth to his, biting his lip. He groaned, coming to life beneath her.

The world shifted on its axis. Her back met the floor. Eren, bracing on his elbows, took her face in his hands and crushed his mouth to hers with the rapacious fever of a man ready to die. Threading fingers through his unkempt hair, her tongue slashed against his teeth. He grabbed her jaw with fingers, sliding his tongue into her mouth. They could only get so close without inevitably devouring each other.

"Annie," he whispered, stealing another kiss, then another, until her head was spinning. "Annie." Her name was a confession. An apology. Every second spent inert was wasted. He pulled back, his hair a curtain around her face. “This your plan?” With his forehead to hers, his working eye and the perforated one, she cupped his face. “No.”

#ereani #ereannie #snk #aot #marley arc #fanfic #fanfiction #vc!annie #amputee!eren #kinda a rough cut at the moment but I like writing annie so...

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cadriox · 6 months

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Beruhan doodles for the people

#nah bc someone mentioned Beruhan and I’m always down for beruhan #I love the post-ts Marley arc so much you don’t get it #bertholdt in suits taunting hange the reality?#yes #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #bertholdt hoover #hange zoe #hanji zoe #beruhan #in this AU bert lives #I still don’t know which one died instead #probs armin lol

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meare-hisu · 2 days

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Everyday I think about how lucky historia was to have ymir, if only for 3 years, when you consider how characters sharing similar struggles did not have a ymir in their life soon enough

someone who's only ask was for historia to live for herself and with pride, letting historia herself decide what life will lead her to self love. Someone who's words stopped historia from inheriting the founder and making an irreversible decision like many did before her.

Someone who pretty much burst through Historia's walls and fake persona and called her out. Yet despite knowing all the parts of her historia wanted to keep desperately hidden, ymir still loved her anyway, if not more

The fact that they truly found authentic connection with eachother and historia had her endless and deadly chase for validation and love broken because of ymir.

I'm being so serious like the story would be much shorter if certain characters had a relationship like yumihisu

By certain characters I mean I'm thinking of like two or so

ALSO editing this to say that the lines in zero eclipse "did you think that you could die a hero? Our awakening means less than zero" and "but if there's no desire to get back out alive, you're a hero?" Are extremely relevant

#i would go more in depth but my brain just cant #and it would just turn into another “historia parallels with another character” post #yumihisu are like the IT couple of aot #theyre the tutorial before we get to the marley arc and the arcs after #bitches will be like yeah im doing fine and are actually thinking about yumihisu #yumihisu #historia reiss #ymir freckles #104th ymir #ymir aot #damn you ymir and your lack of a last name and also sharing a name with another character #what the hell do i tag u as

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amandabe11man · 1 month

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if you know me, you'll know of my fear of zombie-related media. I'll still give in to my morbid fascination once in a while though and read a zombie-manga, watch a movie, watch gameplay etc, because at the end of the day, it's one of the only horror subgenres that makes me feel fear these days, so like-- gotta give 'em credit for that.

but now I've been re-reading some zombie mangas and found a loophole in my fear... I've realized that I pretty much just think the beginning of whatever outbreak we're talking about is the truly scary part? I could re-read the beginning of I Am a Hero and see the world go to shit over and over, for example, but as soon as the characters start to adapt and get used to the zombie-situation, it gets boring to me?

I can't be the only one who thinks that the scariest part of zombie media (and the like) is right before the shit hits the fan, during said shit hitting the fan, and a little bit after that. like, to me, a huge part of this being scary is seeing the familiar turn on its head so quickly, and how it catches those in the story off-guard. part of why it's so scary is seeing how unprepared the world is to deal with the zombies, ya know? therefore, I always lose a bit of interest when things eventually mellow out, and the characters get somewhat used to being on their guard.

and then, most of these stories will eventually move on to "oh no the zombies have mutated!!!" or "oh no, the other survivors are crazy! we have to fight them for resources!!". especially the option where they have infights with other humans is sO boring to me. it's like bruh I didn't come here to see regular humans fighting each other. I'm trying to FORGET the real world over here

#this wasn't meant to be a long post but I don't know how to make a point in a short way #SNK isn't a zombie-story (but tbh the titans sure act like zombies. huge ones) but it's also guilty of the-#-'replacing the threat'-thing #i ended up loving the marley-arc in the end but that was mostly for character- and plot reasons by that point #i'd still rather have seen them keep attacking titans than having other humans be the enemy. like.. *yawn*

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marley-manson · 11 months

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every day i’m grateful that hawkeye and margaret never went anywhere and the closest they got to textual relationship-wise was: ‘hey we’re wildly incompatible but i guess we care for each other so let’s be friends instead of enemies now’

#sometimes i catch a glimpse of the mirror universe where they got a will they won't they arc and just feel so appreciative that we got #one painfully awkward hook up that existed to demonstrate their incompatibility #and shift their relationship to friendship #imagine tv show writers creating stories according to what suits the characters rather than shoving the main male and female leads #together #feels like a miracle tbh #marley on mash

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kittycoffeekitty · 1 year

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#joan of arc #marleyzarcone #marley zarcone

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bluebellhairpin · 6 months

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Holy fuck I just had the best 'everyone lives' au for Erwin and me.

#well actually its one scene but in order for that to happen we need to like not both die before the marley arc #so ig we live a little longer #nemos thoughts #selfships #nerwin

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dorminchu · 11 months

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i have never felt such frustration; or lack of self-control

Summary: Thrashing upward with his stump, Eren pushes off with his good leg. The crutch clatters to the floor as he hooks his arm around Reiner's nape and drags him to the ground. Annie must have taught him. They're struggling on the floor. Blistered, pink skin against Reiner's calluses. Eren's jaw tightens. Reiner tightens his grip. "You did this, when?" "This morning." Eren's throat bobs. He smells like sour breath and sweat. His eyes glint when he adds, "What are you, my carer?"

NSFW below the cut.

a/n: I was trying to write for a different AoT-related project, but the brainworms took hold. Back to the problematic favs with a "pilot episode"; Zeke using Reiner's confliction as a proxy to manipulate Eren (and vice-versa). All's fair in love and war, amirite?

Falco's new friend from the hospice keeps cropping up in friendly conversation. Now Gabi wants to meet him. "He's probably a spy," she says, though Falco won't hear of it.

"He's just forgotten who he is. It's the shellshock."

"You're way too trusting of what others say," Gabi mutters. "No wonder your aptitude is so low."

"So? You're too pushy," Falco insists. "He's a private man, he wants to be left alone."

Back and forth. Most days, Reiner has to grin and bear it. Now, out of their meetings with William Tybur and Magrath, Galliard's been prodding as well: "Why are you spending so much time out on patrol? Shouldn't you be socializing with all the politicians? Tybur's sister keeps asking about you, I can't keep telling her you're at work."

"I'm keeping the internment zone clear. These anti-Marleyan bastards might try to do something massive, especially during such a event as the festival. Best to be safe than sorry."

"You don't have Bertholdt kissing your ass anymore," Galliard says, "it doesn't mean I have to do the same."

Reiner shrugs. "Right. You have Pieck for that."

"You want to say something," Galliard hisses, flushing, "say it to my face, you prick. Don't drag her into this."

As a kid, Galliard was always the one picking on him. Now, with four years' experience in Paradis, it's difficult to feel the same level of shame for a guy who's never left the uncomplicated chaos of war on the front lines.

"I'm not the one sucking up to my compatriots," Reiner says coolly. "I'm protecting my country. The same as Bertholdt did, and your brother."

Galliard's jaw twitches. "You're so sanctimonious, it makes me want to vomit."

Civic duty brings Reiner back to the tenements in the middle of the afternoon. He should be attending those parties with the rest. Instead, he's rapping on the door. "Krueger," he barks.

No response. Might be out for the afternoon. Reiner's asked around the tenement, once or twice. The consensus is that Eren Krueger keeps to himself. He buys whiskey from the general store and occasionally medical supplies to dress his wounded eye and leg. He has a job sorting mail behind the desk at the local post office.

In the last year, there's been a societal push for Eldian servicemen to have jobs, even if it's menial labor and out of sight from the general public. It gives the Marlyeans a reason to console themselves that they aren't complete scum, and the Eldians an incentive not to revolt against their betters.

Reiner's gotten enough shit from Galliard and Magrath wasting his time down here. If he asks around too much, Eren will start changing his strategy.

The uneven beat of the crutch. “People are going to get the wrong idea if you keep following me around.” He's gaunt, and hasn't shaved. There are circles under his eyes. He isn't wearing any bandages and his left eye bears a perforated scar down the cornea. "Vice-Captain."

"I've got a warrant," Reiner says. "Let me in."

Eren, pushing the door wider with his shoulder, does nothing to contest this. If he had a warrant, he would present the papers. There's enough corruption within the Public Security Authorities that most veterans just keep their traps shut.

The door shuts behind him. The smell of disinfectant offset by stale air. The kitchen is cleaner than expected, considering Eren's bedraggled appearance. "It gets boring talking to the wall all day," he says, hobbling towards the old bedroom. "Do you drink?"

"Not while I'm working."

Eren nods. "If you could open the drawer, please."

Reiner does so. Stacks of letters, newspapers. If Eren's spending on alcohol, he doesn't have the money for much else. "Any news from Paradis?"

Eren doesn't answer straight away. He shuts the door with his good leg. "What are you here for?"

"Collateral." Eren stares at him, waiting for elaboration. "Can't hardly call myself a Vice-Captain if you blow up half the tenement."

"I've managed so far."

Reiner scoffs. "You're fucking mental."

"What does that make you?"

Reiner grabs him by the shirt. Past the blood in his ears, he can barely hear the traffic outside. Thrashing upward with his stump, Eren pushes off with his good leg. The crutch clatters to the floor as he hooks his arm around Reiner's nape and drags him to the ground. Annie must have taught him.

They're struggling on the floor. Blistered, pink skin against Reiner's calluses. Eren's jaw tightens.

Reiner tightens his grip. "You did this, when?"

"This morning." Eren's throat bobs. He smells like sour breath and sweat. His eyes glint when he adds, "What are you, my carer?"

Reiner's face twists. He pushes Eren off to fall harmlessly on the floorboards. Eren's mouth splits into a tremulous grin, on the verge of beatific. He isn't smiling when Reiner grabs him by the scruff of the collar and smacks his head into the wall opposite the bed. "Let's get this straight," Reiner says, dangerously quiet. "You ain't in the position to be asking me for favors. Your friends ain't coming to your rescue. You really don't have jack shit." Nose-to-nose, Eren doesn't flinch. "Give me a reason not to turn you in to Marley."

"Go ahead," Eren grunts, "it'll be the best thing we ever did for mankind."

He can lift Eren off the ground without much effort. He knocks his head into the wall and Eren starts snickering. "You think I'm fucking scared of you? Turn me in, it won't change anything," Eren pants. "The war will go on and you and I will be nothing but a footnote in Paradis and Marley's history. What's your family going to say? That you took your time with a war-criminal. Marley'll punish them in your stead. The least you can do is spare them that pain."

Reiner could call him names, remind him what a stupid, pedantic little brat he used to be. In the reflection of his sclera, all he'll ever be is the boy who traded his life for Berwick's.

Eren's grown up, tempered his despair into a weapon. And there is Reiner, always on the precipice between the barrel of a Mauser and enough self-awareness. Without Bertholdt to set him straight, or Annie to compete with, he'll turn to his enemy for a scrap of approval.

Eren's expression shifts. He's staring at Reiner intently.

"Is that all you wanted?" he asks. He’s looking at his mouth.

Bertholdt and Annie. Pieck and Porco. Everyone pairs off, leaving him with a dead man's inheritance. Berwick never got the chance.

What remains of Reiner's self-control is forgotten for the moment as he crushes their mouths together. Shoving him on the bed. Eren grunts, pulling him closer.

He tugs Eren's chinos past his thighs and sinks to his knees. The hot weight on his palate. Eren swears audibly, grabbing the back of his head. Despite his enthusiasm, it takes half a minute for him to stutter to a finish. Reiner swallows, half-amused.

“Shit,” Eren mutters, wets his lips. The tips of his ears pink. He takes a breath and his voice is even again. "It's... been a while."

Reiner strips off his jacket. Untucking his shirt from his belt. "Figures you'd be a quick shot."

"Go fuck yourself," Eren bites.

The first sign of emotion that's not indifference or nihilistic despair. Reiner huffs. He flips Eren over. Open-mouthed bites from his nape to the notches of his spine, retracing the same path with his tongue. His ribs stand out. All he does is drink, most likely.

"Reiner," Eren hisses.

"Shut up."

Thumbs dragging down the cleft of his ass. Eren tenses. Pushing himself up on his hands to compensate for his lack of a calf.

"The end-table," Eren mutters.

Reiner stands up too quickly to be composed. He walks over to the drawer, opens it. Bottle of antiseptic. A standard first-aid kit that looks new. A tin of petroleum. It's safer bet than machine oil.

Eren rolls his shoulders. "Come on."

Reiner grabs the tin, slams the drawer shut.

His fingers tacky. Eren shoves back onto Reiner as well as he can. Three fingers as far as his body will permit, prodding around until Eren groans through his teeth, twitching. Reiner keeps pumping, reaching over to free his cock, greasing himself in turn.

When he lines up, on his knees, he's panting harder than he should. Eren sucks in a breath, then curses as Reiner starts to split him open. His grip on the sheets flexes, white-knuckled. Apart from this, he's silent.

The force behind Reiner's hips pushes him forward until he has to brace himself against the wall. Reiner pulls out only to shove back in, each time a little deeper. Eren's head wilts, like a horse with too heavy a load.

Reiner almost stops to check if he’s all right. For his hesitation, Eren snorts, “Ah? Who’s a quick shot?”

Pulling out and shoving back in, deep enough that Eren shouts, planting his weight between the wall and the mattress. The stump of a leg judders. His cock weeping against his stomach. Reiner pushes his head down so he doesn't have to look at him.

Eren finishes between his chest and the sheets, moaning. Reiner presses the side of his fist to Eren’s mouth. Eren bites down as if they’ve been shacking up in the barracks for months instead of errant fantasy. His breath hot and stuttering, the kiss of saliva against the bite.

Reiner’s pace turns sloppy. He catches himself on his hands so he doesn't collapse on top of Eren. If they weren’t enemies from the other side of the ocean, they’d still be Eldian throwaways. He tucks himself back into his pants. They're both breathing hard.

Eren, supine, could be a dead man until his chest inflates, deflates. He rolls over, pushes himself upright.

"Don't talk to Grice anymore," says Reiner shortly. "If I so much as hear a Mister Kruger out of his mouth, they're going to have to scrape what's left of you off of the street."

Eren levels his gaze. He nods. "I won't be seeing you again."

Reiner stops. It's not a question, but the inflection of his voice leaves more room for open-ended answers. "No," he says, at length. "You'll be going back home."

"I never told you I was going home," says Eren slowly.

Reiner shrugs. "Grice mentioned it."

It was Zeke, but Eren doesn’t need to know. He'll be interested to hear about this.

#ererei #marley arc #reiner braun #eren jaeger #fanfic #fanfiction

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salvatoreren · 2 years

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i think it's great how Eren doesn't really mind being attached to people, like he's seen a lot of death in his life, but he doesn't feel the need to stop getting attached in contrast to other characters

#eren yeager #eren my beloved #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot final season #i just really think it's great how he's like that #like someone said he's the type to feel comfortable with his emotions #he even retains that in marley arc like when he said to reiner abt living with the enemy and let's not forget abt falco

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eirenses · 4 months

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"in the past reiner was more of a warrior... unlike now"

BERTHOLDT,, THE SHADE

also them being "warriors" was hinted this early on??? what??????

#like before... again... IM LOSING MY MIND #THE FORESHADOWING #WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT MARLEY????#IT WAS SO FAR FROM THAT ARC????#IT WAS ACTUAL YEARS BEFORE THE START OF THE MARLEY ARC #THIS SCENE WAS IN THE SECOND SEASON #i cant #the story just keeps one upping itself #i should be used to it with how many times i rewatched it #but my mind folds every time i rewatch it

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rabbits-of-negative-euphoria · 1 year

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AI art is able to commercially replace human art bc for a long time neither big artists nor industry leaders have been interested in artworks featuring meanings that extend beyond the visual.

you want a wide-shot space-themed piece in X palette and X style for your album cover? done.

you want a portrait frontispiece with background features that subtly communicate the themes of your novel and gestures by the figure that nod to an event in the climax? well AI can’t do that for you but I haven’t seen anybody else doing it lately either

#- HK #mobile #x #drawing #I’ve noticed I have a big problem with a lot of the fanart that pinterest shows me #and it’s because artists are just drawing stuff for the heck of it with no other meanings #like yesterday I saw a collection of totally random SNK characters painted very well like a Friends poster #none of the characters were established friends and it was the Marley arc versions of them #so I was like. why would you make this. for funsies? what’s the fun part? why are you an artist?#that’s not to say you can never embrace you rawr-so-random side in art but like. why put SO MUCH time and effort #into something that ultimately has no meaning

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chisatowo · 2 years

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Thinks so so hard abt Mocha and Marley

#rat rambles #oc posting #Ive found a good song for what monarch and marley's relationship was like in their original timeline and it has me thinking hard abt this #theyre both kids that were heavily abused and manipulated for the sake of power and both mocha and monarch knew it #the difference is that monarch saw them as a opening for power while mocha saw them as an opening for a form of closure #both see marley as a younger sibling figure but for monarch family was always deeply tied to manipulation and sacrifice #mocha actually didnt know that monarch had relations to marley in their time they just found a feral child and was like ah yes sibling #which nearly gave risa a heart attack since while she does trust mocha with her life at that point shes still not completely over the past #well future yknow time travel stuff #once mocha does find out they do get hit by that quite a bit since theyve spent so long so thourougly devoting themself to being as little #like monarch as possible but at this point theyre kind of in their 'being better for myself and not just doing shit to spite my dad' arc #so they end up settling on just being the figure marley needs that monarch never could be #marley doesnt know shit abt this they just see mocha as their cool older sibling who doesnt make them eat ppl #and risa as their siblings lame friend who doesnt let them eat plastic :/#hey at least they let them microwave shit to see what happens (they have gone through so many microwaves. mocha ends up banning that one)

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ilylovelyz · 10 months

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cherry.

pair : levi x fem!reader

warning(s) : pregnant sex, pregnancy (obviously), fingering, a lil vanilla, breeding, cream-pie, squirting, a lil degradation, humiliation , takes place during the paradis vs. marley/paradis invading marley arc

levi skillfully scribbles his signature on another report before grabbing the corner of the paper to set it in his finished pile of work to work on the next one. he's been working nonstop all day. and the day before that, and the day before that. overall, he's just been working hard lately, but not on purpose.

for some reason, his work pile has doubled and he has no time to breathe and sit back. no time to play with your hair. no time for you at all. i guess it's expected, after all paradis has just recently basically invaded marley so there's much to report on.

he feels frustrated, though. you're currently 6 months pregnant, and the only times he can really see you is when he passes by you in the hallway, at meetings, or at bedtime when you are basically half-asleep, body tired from all the heavy stress the baby puts on you.

not only are you emotional due to all of the pregnancy hormones, but you've also been having to take time off from your duty as a soldier/captain, which hit hard because it made you feel useless. and not only that, you can't even really see levi any of these days. he imagines how miserable you must feel.

suddenly, the door to his office is creaked open, followed by soft pats of feet walking towards him. he turns his head around to look at the intruder, only to be met by the relieving sight of you. he raises his eyebrow in confusion, "...it's really late, aren't you tired? you should go to bed." he urges, a little concerned. you're wearing nothing but a flimsy white nightgown and slippers. you have a light brown cloak draped over your shoulders for comfort. if he looked close enough, he could see the outline of your body underneath. the slippers are a little smaller than your feet, so he assumes they are his. how cute, he thinks.

you don't respond to any of his words. you waddle over to him, and when you finally reach him, you lean down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "i miss you, i can't go to bed without you lev'." you pout, eyes full yearning and love. he sighs, today he'll let you off for not going to bed on time. "i know. i miss you too." he replies, hand taking yours so he can place a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

"no.. not in that way.." you whisper out. levi looks up at you once more, eyebrows raised in confusion. why is your face so red? are you sick? should he call a doctor? his eyes widen with surprise when you take his hand in yours, guiding it down underneath your short dress to your core. you place his index and middle finger against your panty clad pussy. he can literally feel your heat, throbbing with want.

oh, he thinks. he just realized the two of you have yet to even have sex in almost a month. "oh.. i'm sorry y/n." he pitifully says, scowling at your discomfort. "can we..?" you mutter, eyes tearing up. "i want it - you. really bad." you sniffle.

he softly smiles at your desperation. without another word, he pushes your cotton panties to the side, index finger finding your clit, rubbing soft circles. you moan out the contact, arm coming to support yourself on his chair. "lev'.." you cry when his middle finger finds your pulsating hole, slowly entering. his fingers continue playing with your pussy, not long afterwords does he slide his ring finger in as well.

he's teasing you. his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, dragging them in so deep but not deep enough like usual to rub against that spot. "levi.." you cry out, "stop teasing me. please, i need you." this is your breaking point, tears finally flowing down your cheeks.

he lets out a tch at your whining before he suddenly pulls out his fingers, ignoring your cries of displeasure. he places his hands on your waist to guide you on his lap. "you're so pitiful." he says, hands undoing his belt and fly so he could pull his cock out. he pumps it lightly before guiding it to your sopping pussy, sighing with relief when his tip pushes in your warm embrace.

your back arches with that. his hands pull your hips into him slowly before you're taking all of him. hip to hip, he connects his lips with yours, hand coming up to support the back of your nape. he supposes that since your pregnant n'all, he'll be nice and do all the work for you. what a gentleman.

he pulls away, letting you limp your silly head into his shoulder as he rocks his hips into yours. his ears listen to the sounds of your lewd cunt slosh with every thrust of his. "you're so wet. i've barely done anything. kinda shameful of you." he teases, free hand coming to grip at your thigh.

he feels your adorable baby bump rub against his stomach as he rocks into you, hand traveling upwards from your thigh to your bump to rub soft circles. he smiles with pride, your bump has gotten bigger. that must mean it's healthy right? healthy and well-grown.

"how are you going to be a good mother when your pregnant and so desperate for cock?" he bluntly said. "can't even go without a month of cock so you have to interrupt my work and beg me to touch you." you whine at his words, shoulders lightly shaking as you sob in pleasure. "no.. i'm a good mommy. just missed you."

he picks up his pace suddenly, thrusting his hard cock into your cunt so deeply he's finally giving in to your whines and hitting that spot. "no, you just missed my cock, like a bitch in heat." he hisses, eyes clenching shut when he feels your pussy pulsate around him. you're so sensitive, you're practically sucking him in.

he grunts when he feels his orgasm near. "bet you wanna be bred again." he taunts, "bet you wanna be bred so well, like a bitch, hm?" he questions. it wasn't much of a question, though. he already knew your answer.

like clockwork, you instantly shake your head, mindlessly babbling words of affirmation and pleas. "yesh- i wanna." you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm hits you when he assaults your sensitive spot so roughly. "of course a whore like you would." he spits out. "can't even make a full sentence because of your stupid mommy brain."

suddenly, he's forcing you to take him as deep as possible as he cums deep inside you, burly hands gripping your hips down. you squeal at the sudden fullness, and before you realize it, you're squirting all over his lap. creating a sloppy mess over his thighs and lower abdomen.

he catches his breath, body stilling as you're limp in his arms. "damn brat." he pants, hand coming to rub soothing circles into your sore back. he places a sweet kiss to your shoulder. he'll remember to set up another office rendezvous again.

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