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purrsuit1 · 8 months
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I need to make more drawings like this <33
My recent art is SAD bahah (if you’re tumblr only, get ready 🥲)
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angelinpiink · 1 year
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movie star
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❥ paring: meangirl! historia x fem!reader
❥ summary:  historia decides to teach the reader a lesson after she decided to stand up against historia’s bullying for the first time, leaving her humiliated in front of her minions. Reader will too be put in a humiliating predicament and to her surprise discover it to be something she finds to be quite joyful. ❥ author's note: this is the longest one shot i've ever written, I hope that the time spent on this was not in vain and that you all receive it positively! If this particular trope interests you keep your eyes peeled for the second fanfic relating to it i am currently working on. 
❥ warnings: this oneshot contains mature content such as bullying, thigh riding, humiliation, and degradation.
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the halls  of sina academy were bustling with students and unreasonably lively given the hour. It was five minutes past seven. Yet, the students moved through the hallways with speed. The volume of their voices was so great it could be heard by those on the opposite ends. You were among the crowd. Unlike your peers, you were silent and hunched over with the intention of blending in. It was never a good thing to stand out in such a place. It would only serve to make  you a target for the cliques of students who took their social lives far too seriously.
 You had already caught the attention of Historia, the school's “Queen Bee”, who tormented you on the daily.  The very last thing you needed was to become someone else’s victim.  Historia was already far  more than you could possibly handle.  Each day she found a new way to suck the enjoyment out of attending school. She made cruel remarks about your appearance, spread rumors behind your back and encouraged other students to engage in physical attacks against you. Her position as head cheerleader and  daughter of wealthy businessmen who made frequent donations to the school offered her protection from the consequences of it all. 
You found yourself hoping that she wouldn't show up today–that she would decide her time was better spent on a shopping spree instead of class. It wasn't as though she truly had any real reason to show up. Her father could easily  bribe a professor into giving her a passing grade in the event that she flunked. There was a moment where time seemed to slow once you caught sight of Historia’s blindingly golden hair. It  flowed behind her as she passed. Speak of the devil, her blue eyes met your own  for a mere second. The rosy glossed lips of hers curled into a smile.
 “Y/n.” She called, her tone laced an overwhelming amount of phony kindness. You found it sickening. 
A rhythmic clicking sound could be heard while she made her way towards you. You watched with your gaze to the ground as the heels she wore  inched closer and closer. The blonde soon stood in front of you. 
It was obvious as day that she was studying you— judging you, searching for something to tear you apart over. She remained silent. The students in the halls began making their way to their respective classrooms.
By that point there was only a handful and a half of witnesses to whatever torture she intended to inflict. Majority of course, were either in complete alliance with her or feared her influence far too much to express their disagreement of her actions. 
“I see that you actually took the time to look a little less hideous today.” She let out a sigh, her eyes scanned over your figure. “if only you’d taken some time to acquire a fashion sense.” 
Historia gave a pout of faux pity, her arms crossing over one another.  It was  difficult for you to remain silent as her friends burst into laughter. You wished nothing more than to tell them about themselves for supporting someone as cruel as her. Instead you took a deep breath. This was your everyday life thanks to her,  tomorrow there would be something far worse. You couldn't comprehend why she was so mean to you. Never had you given her a reason to dislike you. 
“Still, the outfit is cute..if you're auditioning for a circus.” The blonde began circling you like a vulture. It was then that you caught a whiff of her vanilla perfume. The smell  was pleasant and left your mouth salivated.  Thoughts of baked goods filled your head.  How can someone so evil smell so sweet? 
“Oh. what's this?” She questioned, her eyes now glued to your skirt. 
The skirt you wore was slightly darker in the back. The fabric was made of was ombre. This of course would have been obvious to anyone who cared enough to take a closer look. 
“It looks like she’s pissed herself!” Historia pointed, her nose turned up in disgust. As if  you were some exhibit in a freak museum. 
 “It really does!” Shouted another student.  Your face was drained of all its color when  the crowd began laughing along. To call a moment such as this humiliating would be an absolute understatement. There was no way you’d even show your face in school after that. 
Insults continued to be  thrown around and your embarrassment morphed to anger. If it had been any other day you would have just allowed them to take the little dignity you still possessed. But, you couldn't stand by while they made a mockery of your skirt. The very skirt  that your grandma had taken the time to make one of  a kind for you. There had to be some sort of retort you could come up with to even things out. You needed her to know just how it felt. 
“Maybe, if you weren't looking at my ass you wouldn't have noticed.”  The crowd erupted into a symphony of gasps that later morphed to ‘oos’. 
“No one else here cared enough to until you said something. How obsessed with me could you possibly be? It's unhealthy at this point.”
“You should seek help, Historia.” You added. 
Without a doubt you’d struck a nerve. She stayed silent, her cheeks turning a  bright red. There was nothing she could come up with in time before the bell rang and forced everyone to retreat to class. Historia’s friends began to pull her in the direction of their class. 
“If i were you’d i’d watch myself, there are worse things to be known for than being the girl who pissed herself.” She whispered into your ear as she passed. A shiver made its way down your spine at the threat. 
You headed to class with your brow furrowed in confusion. 
Unexpectedly, The day went by smoothly. You made it to and through two of your classes without bumping into Historia again. She was nowhere to be seen when you went to  lunch.  Nor was she in the hallways as when you transitioned to your classes . There was a part of you that had begun to question if the threat was an  empty one. Perhaps,  she had just said it with the intention of causing mental anguish. In the worst case possible scenario she had in fact  meant every word and was plotting something in the shadows. You simply kept telling yourself it was nothing you couldn't handle.  She had already ruined
your reputation, crushed your self esteem and made it impossible to enjoy school. In a sense you had nothing to lose but your life. At least that was what you believed. 
In your final class of the day you sat doodling in your notebook, silently dreading when you’d be forced to leave the protection of the classroom. The bell rang and you stuffed your notebook into your backpack. You rushed through the hallways as fast as your feet would allow. You weren't concerned with who you bumped into. There was only one goal on your mind, you had to make it to the bathroom as soon as possible. It often served as a safe haven from Historia’s bullying. You planned on staying there until you had an opportunity to escape unnoticed.
Pushing open the doors, you glanced around and sighed in relief that the bathroom was empty. The Lock on the bathroom door made a faint click as you twisted it. You soon choose a stall to your liking. Your backpack was  placed  on the hook of the door before you took a seat on the toilet. After a passing of twenty minutes, the silence was interrupted when you heard voices outside of the door. 
Your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach, the sound of keys jingling and the door being pushed open as familiar shoes came into view. They  stopped in front of the sinks outside of the stall. It's Historia, her voice echoed through the bathroom as she thanked the janitor for unlocking the door. Her performative kindness went  unnoticed by everyone except you. 
Once the janitor left, you took note of the two other pairs of legs you saw. You gulped and lifted your legs,  so the stall looked empty. Your eyes remained locked on the door. 
“I know you’re in here y/n. Stop being such a little bitch and come out.” She spoke while she walked. 
“You had so much to say earlier, why so silent now?” 
She paced  back and forth, the air around you beginning to feel heavy. The silence,  putting you on edge as your mind pondered what would happen next. You wished now more than ever to be invisible. You hugged your knees to your chest in a feeble attempt at making yourself smaller. 
 In the blink of an eye, the door swung open forcefully so much that if you hadn't leaned back it would have hit you in the face. There stood one of History's friends, Mikasa. Her expression was straight and uncaring. “Thanks, I'll take care of the rest now.” 
 “What are you planning?” The girl asked. 
“Don't worry, you'll see.” Mikasa nodded. 
Both her and the other girl, a brunette who was known for having an insatiable appetite for food, made their exit.
Historia soon came into view, her wardrobe of pastels  replaced with something more revealing and fitting to her figure. She wore a tank top with lace trim that stopped just above her belly button and left the tops of her perky breasts exposed. The skirt she was wearing was so small it was  difficult to miss the light pink panties she wore under. You wondered what would have possessed her to come here dressed in such a way. What exactly did she have planned?
It was hard for you to take your eyes away, there was no denying that she was gorgeous. Still, it wasn't logical to think such a thing of someone who clearly viewed you as less than human. Your thoughts came to a halt as she grabbed your chin.  Her manicured fingers guided your face to meet hers, lips crashing against one another’s. Her fingertips caressed down your arm  and across your stomach.  Making  their way inside the waistband of your skirt. 
With eyes wide of shock you squirmed out of her grip. “What are you doing!??” you questioned. 
“Don't act stupid, you know just what I'm trying to do.”  She snapped. 
You raised a brow. 
“Do you want me or not?” Her tone made it evident that she wasn't interested in beating around the bush.
“But I thought you..hated me?”
“Maybe it’s true or I've just been a little frustrated.” She whispered. Her breath hot against your ear, hands pulling your body closer to her own.
“Help me out please.” Her voice switched to that of one coated with sweetness that almost sounded genuine. A pout formed on her lips while  she awaited your reply. You nodded.  It was impossible to refuse her even if you wanted to. 
“Let’s not make it awkward..” She said, giving you a smile as she tucked strands of your hair behind your ear.  Her lips crashed onto yours once more. Your hands made their way to her hips and Historia deepened the kiss. A whine fell from your lips, her hand slipping under your skirt, rubbing at your cunt through your panties. 
You felt her smile into the kiss and her tongue roamed your mouth. The atmosphere was now heavy for a completely different reason. A burning heat formed in your core, your hips grinding against Historia‘s hand. 
“Promise to do everything I say?” she asked. 
You simply responded by nodding.  Your brain was far too foggy to formulate an adequate  response. All you could think about was how badly you needed her to touch you there again. “Come here.” She spoke, grabbing your hand as she pulled you outside of the stall towards the sinks. She propped herself up on the
counter and signaled at the door for you to lock it. 
You of course did just as she said in hopes that doing just as she said would encourage her to give you what it was she knew you wanted. As she sat on the counter, she beckoned  you to come closer. “Lift your skirt”
 You complied. Her fingers tugged at the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side she exposed your dripping core. The bathroom echoed with your whimpers as her thumb toyed with your clit. Her movements were slow and painfully sweet. 
“Here ..”She said, pulling you towards her thigh.  You lifted yourself up and placed your cunt against her.
The fabric of her tights  smooth against you as you moved your hips back and forth.  A moan escaped your lips, the friction against your clit sent you into a frenzy. 
It was difficult to keep your balance as pleasure overtook you. Historias hands rested on your hips, holding you in place.  She watched you squirm as the sensation became too much to bear, your juices coating her thigh. Still, her grip never faltered. “My..god!” You cried out Historias lips connected with your neck and your eyes fluttered shut. This gave her an opportunity to pull out her phone. Making sure your face was well in the view of the camera, she pressed record. 
 “You’re a dirty little slut aren't you?” She cooeed, watching you through the video feed. 
 You nodded, moans continuing to spill from you. 
“That’s right.” She smiled.  The sight of your legs  trembling giving her satisfaction all the more so being that she had such a lovely moment on video. 
“So eager to get fucked youre making a mess all over my thigh.” On cue,  Historia  aimed the phone’s camera at her leg, her tights now stained from your slick, the sweet juices dripping down her knee. She continued to record while you desperately grinded your cunt against her. 
“It’s pathetic.” She hissed.  With the  hand that rested on your hip she guided them, forcing your poor clit to bump against her thigh more times than you found bearable.   A string of whines and broken please could be heard. 
“Maybe if you beg enough I'll give you my fingers.”
“P-please..” you choked out. Historia responded by rolling her eyes.
“That’s all you’ve got?  My god! You suck at begging.” 
“Guess the only thing you're good for is being a needy slut.” She added.  You took no offense to her words, in fact they only served to increase your arousal. There was something about the way she pretended to be repulsed  by you while her eyes were heavy with lust.  She enjoyed this as much as you, but her ego caused her to refuse allowing you to know that. Historia pushed her fingers inside of you, her free hand gripped the camera to show off throw easily her fingers could slip deep inside your cunt thanks to the fact that you were practically dripping by that point. 
“I’m so close.” A whimper could be heard. Her movements sped up the sensation in your core tightened, you felt as though you were going to burst any moment.  You squirmed and squirmed. 
“Can you do something for me first ?”
“Yes! I’ll do anything..please just let me..”  You cried out, as your legs shook. It was no secret that you were eager. Her fingers continued to pound into you. 
“Look into the camera and tell everyone how much of a dumb little whore you are,” You Struggled to formulate a response, logic was no longer a concept to you. There was no time to ponder what her intentions might be. Your mind fuzzy as you tried to fight off your orgasm through the constant stimulation.  A few muffled please left your lips, your hips bucking  pathetically as though you were some desperate feral thing. 
Historia shakes her head, her movements coming to a halt.  “No cumming yet. Not until you say it.” 
With a whine, You obliged looking into the camera with heavy, desperate eyes and flushed cheeks. 
“Good girl..” She cooed as she returned to thrusting her fingers into you, her thumb rubbing circles at your cit as your body shook from the release. The juices dripped down your thighs and coated her fingers. 
“Now that you’ve got what you want, time for me to get what I want.”
“On your knees.  Her tone  now stern and direct. 
She soon pushed her fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean.  She began to spread her legs. Under her skirt was now in  view, the wet spot on her panties made it all the more evident  that she had been enjoying this as much as you. You felt your mouth water as you leaned in, her sweet smell filling your nostrils. Slipping her panties down to her ankles, You flicked your tongue across her clit. 
 Watching her cheeks became flushed, you licked a stripe along her core. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it. This was her way of telling you to speed things up.  Your movements were painfully slow to her still she enjoyed it so much so that she was in need of more. 
She had no intention of letting you know that, instead she chose to settle for insulting you. “Come on, don't tell me that's the best you can do.” She groaned in an attempt to cover up her moans. Her eyes rolled into her head as you buried your face between her thighs, your tongue lapping at her cunt repeatedly. 
“Y-you’d think that you’d be able  to put that mouth to use for better things than talking shit and being like a desperate slut.”  her thighs clamped around your head, hands tugged at your hair, forcing your face deeper into her cunt.  Her free hand still gripped the phone which she had been using to record this whole encounter. 
Her insults were  soon drowned out by the  moans that left her lips. As angelic and pretty as her appearance, they fell on your ears like a beautiful melody. Watching the way she arched her back and ground her hips against your face soon brought back the feelings of need you'd been overwhelmed with just minutes before.  
By instinct, you reached a hand down to play with yourself. 
“Look at this pervy bitch getting herself off to eating my cunt.” she hissed, exposing your actions to the camera.  You rubbed at your cunt, sloppily and slowly as you still gave much of your focus to the task at hand. 
“After she just came, she wants more..how greedy?” She said, yanking your hair harshly.  Still, You continued to devour her until she released in your mouth.
 No time at all passed before she ushered out her way. You watched in confusion as she slipped off her skirt, and replaced it with the outfit she had been wearing earlier that day. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and began fixing up her makeup which had been smuggled from the encounter. She tossed the tights  she'd been waiting into the trash and made her way towards the door in silence. Before she took her exit she opened her mouth to speak.  Her expression had reverted back to that of how she usually looked at you. 
“Since you seemed so impressed with yourself earlier over  all the attention you got today for that foolish remark.  I thought I'd help you get some real notoriety. You’ll surely be the hot topic now  movie star,” 
You watch as she tapped away on her phone screen.
And with that she left, taking the final piece of your dignity with her. 
You weren't too sure what was going on  but from the looks of it she appeared to have sent a text to someone. With a furrowed brow, You stood and began to clean yourself. The mirror exposed your ragged appearance, your hair was practically a bird's nest across your head from all the tugging and pulling Historia had done. The  streaks in your makeup from your tears left you looking like you were returning from a drunken night out. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you left the bathroom in such a state as most would assume you had been attacked but still you’d feel weird walking around with the remnants of your encounter with historia on your sleeve.
Letting the cold  water run,  you splashed your face.  Everything that happened seemed like a dream. You were in need of something to keep you grounded in reality and harsh icy water was perfect for the job. You shivered as it ran down your neck. With paper towels in hand you dried your face and wiped the remnants of your orgasm off your thighs before pushing your panties back into place.  You fixed your hair and once you felt presentable, You too made your way out of the bathroom.
As you walked down the halls, they were  uncharacteristically empty. No one was in sight, you breathed a sigh of relief was that meant  it was a high possibility that no one had heard of the encounter from outside of the bathroom. Perhaps there was some after school event occurring outside like a football game?
As your legs carried you towards the large exit doors you saw a crowd of students lined up with their phones in their hands. Their laughs filled your ears when you stepped outside, they pointed to you.  Some cheered as an audio of you degrading yourself echoed throughout the crowd. “Who knew y/n was such a slut!?” You heard someone say. “
Yeah it must be true if she said it herself.” Another student replied. “Look at how many views the video has gotten already, you're a real star.” Said reiner, putting the phone in your face, showing you the phone. The video had been uploaded to some random porn site by what appeared to be an anonymous user, You of course knew exactly who had done it..the very person who’s thigh you could be seen riding.  
You stopped in your tracks, eyes scanning the crowd. You searched for someone, anyone who didn't have their phone out viewing the video.  It was at that very moment your eyes landed on Historia who simply shrugged and mothed ‘oops’, the cruel smile on her face evident as ever. 
The whole school had witnessed what had gone down, the begging, the desperation and the compliance you had all for someone who viewed you as a peasant.  Not only that but they had a permanent copy of the encounter on their phones, never given a moment to forget it. You would be forced to relive it over and over until you graduated.
  The only thing that left a bad taste in your mouth was the possible bullying that would occur as a result from other students. You found yourself feeling foolish for thinking you’d ever win against her. Historia never played fair, she didn't have to  when it came to you. She was the one in absolute control, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn't say you were okay with that. 
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yelenghs · 1 year
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fem4fem mood today
imagine getting down with historis for the first time. you pinned her down, expecting to be the one in control. yet, she immediately gave you a look of disappointment that caught you off guard.
"what's wrong? not ready? i can wait as long as you need." you reassured her, but that wasn't what she needed. she sat in front of you, sitting on her knees.
"that's sweet of you to consider, but i'm more than ready. it's just.." she slowly crawled towards you, and you got the gyst. you played along with her and backed up until your body hit the headboard.
"..i prefer to be the one in control." she smirked down at you, her slim thighs straddling your thick ones. she thought you looked absolutely adorable under her, your demeanor reduced to nothing but a submissive pet for her.
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rimiksu · 4 months
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FRIEDA & HISTORIA
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girlwtdragontattoo · 5 months
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okay aot is over
i am genuinely happy with the entire story of aot. what a show and what a wild ride this has been!
i had some hopes that the anime would clear up a few things that were either mistranslated or hastily written in the manga (i def think the scene with armin and dummy eren has been massively improved)
BUT
wtf did this scene mean
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idk man i am still so confused why this was in both manga and anime bc i don‘t get it and maybe someone who‘s smarter than me can explain???
look i thought isayama was gonna pull a „ymir will be reborn and given a chance, a life where she is finally free“ type of thing bc historia kind of looks like her and eren has ymir like in him pff idk so they were gonna reincarnate ymir this way
hey eren can literally loop and manipulate time itself this is not super out of the scope of possibility alright?! if he can scare his dad to kill kids, he can find a way to reincarnate someone!
also i think it would’ve been more poetic, like a part of him still lives on and is free of this titan shit world.
and yes i also see that it would be kinda weird for ymir to be born again in the fritz fam bc they were shit and awful but historia is not like that at all and proves that there is good within the family line (which is also part of ymir)
i also get that isayama probably didn‘t want to ruin the eren/mikasa dynamic by having him be the baby daddy of historia lol
and maybe historia wouldn’t be too happy to have her baby daddy be a mass murderer… ok i get why he chose not to go that route
BUT WHAT DOES IT MEEEEEEEEAN why are they talking like this and what is the point someone free me
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mikasa lol
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sonofthesaiyans · 5 months
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Okay new poll, people: The third-party players of Attack on Titan.....
I don't even know if my account is still relevant or if anyone still gives a shit about my opinions or criticisms since not only am I a pariah in the wider fandom, but with Attack on Titan having come to an ignoble end, it's clear my endeavors to salvage this shitshow or to protect its better elements were futile out the gate. Not sure what purpose I can still serve here, time will tell soon what if anything I still have to cling to here.
In the meantime, I have another overdue subject to tackle; Attack on Titan, being the intertangled web of secret agendas it is invited a lot of other characters who saw fit to affect the plot in one way or another. Whether it was for better or worse though, that's another story. And I can think of plenty who did not contribute positively to the story as a whole. So, with that said.....
I will not be including Colt Grice on this list, since he never felt like a fully involved part of the Warriors and is kind of a flat character at that.
Farmer-Kun is also excluded, since I have a feeling he'd be far too easy a pick, nobody likes Historia's maybe-husband anyway. A guy who doesn't even get a name OR a face.
And if you folks remember my Most Useless Characters post from a year ago, you'll recall that most of these aforementioned characters made that list. And let's be real here, when it came to new characters, Isayama's final act introduced a LOT of unwanted company that I think only weighed down the story. And I'm not even including the worst offender on this list..........You know her name.
So who's everyone's pick for the biggest piece of dead weight from this lot? I genuinely want to know.
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sidelyamievi · 2 years
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Eyes brighter than the full moon.
cr: bakvvan_ on Twitter.
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favficbirthdays · 2 months
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Happy Birthday
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Historia Reiss (15th January)
Attack On Titan
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artpizhma · 1 year
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Королева Дикой Охоты
Королева Войны
Королева Скорби
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kawaiibaphomet · 1 year
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A modern Erehisu ❤️ the bad boy concept on Eren looks too good not to draw 😊
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dawnrosheen · 5 months
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At the end, she has what only matters. A family. I love you my queen, you deserve it.
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grishasson · 2 years
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Cute
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ariparri · 1 year
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Commission for a friend on Discord! This is actually a three in one commission, so I got two more of her's to work on!
Chibi & Sketch Commissions | Main Commissions
❌ NO REPOSTING ❌
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dovesnowo · 1 year
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This Flower Made Me Think Of You
Pairings: Eren x Historia one-shot
Summary: Eren gives Historia flower from Marley. What they don’t know is that the pollen increases one’s sexual desire.
Word Count: 3.6k
Warning: Sexual Themes
My story can be found at ao3 and wattpad under the same pseudo. :)    
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Historia was in heat, and it wasn’t because of the weather. Yes, it’s the summer, and it’s hot, but after a while, she got used to it. However, Historia has developed a burning sensation ever since last week. Now that she thinks about it, it didn’t start until Eren came. Last week, Eren came to the farm and brought a peculiar-looking bunch of flowers in a jar.
Historia looks at the blue flower with a yellow-pinkish center in wonder. "You said this is from Marley? What is it?"
Eren scratches the back of his neck. "Well, I don’t know exactly what. It was a ship we took in, and it looked like it had all sorts of flowers. "When I saw those, I thought of you."
She looks up to Eren, and they briefly hold eye contact before she looks down, to hide her blush. "Thank you, Eren. These are lovely."
Eren: "One of the Marleyeans was telling me that it helps one’s vitality, but you can’t consume it."
Historia: "Oh? I wouldn’t want flower soup. I’ll put them in a vase."
He smiles. "Good. I’ll be back next week to make sure you haven’t killed them off."
Once Eren left, Historia put the flowers in a vase in her room. They had an enticing aroma. When she wasn’t smelling the flowers, a burning sensation slowly took root in the pit of her stomach. The more days passed, the more she sniffed them, and now, after a week, she’s lying flat on her back on her bed.
Historia closed her eyes for a few minutes to try and will the burning sensation she was feeling away, but to no avail. 
Historia huffs discontentedly and places her hand on her stomach. Something compelled her to slowly move her hands down to her waistline, under her skirt, and dip her fingers in her underwear. Once her fingers touched her cilt, she breathed deeply. That was it. She felt her burning sensation dissipate as she rubbed her cilt and a moan slipped from her when she inserted a finger inside herself. It was too good, and she inserted two more fingers. She quietly moaned again, but this time for Eren. Eren? Historia closed her eyes and began to imagine him in her room, but her eyes snapped open when she heard loud knocks coming from downstairs. She paused her movements.
She could hear the door being opened and her maid talking with a deep voice in response to it. Historia withdraws her fingers and sits up in time to hear a knock at her door.
Maid: "Your Majesty, Mr. Eren Yeager wishes to see you."
Panic quickly fills the queen’s mind. "Yes, um, give me a moment, and I shall go down."
Maid: "Are you okay, my lady?"
Historia: "Yes, thank you, Cecelia." She rushes to her bathroom, which is connected to her bedroom, and washes her hands. She was about to wipe the fluids that had accumulated in her lower regions when she heard another knock at her door."Yes, Cecelia?"
"It’s me."
Historia’s heartbeat quickened from hearing the familiar sound belonging to her old cadet buddy and the man she was just envisioning as she was masturbating. "I’ll be out in a moment!" She quickly wipes her bottom and straightens her clothes out. She rushes and opens the door. "Eren! Fancy seeing you here!"
Eren looked silently at Historia for a moment until he spoke. "I told you I'd be back in a week."
Historia: "Silly me! The time just flew by so fast!"
Eren chose to ignore Historia’s strange demeanor. "Could I come in? Your maid told me that you have the flowers in here."
Historia opens the door wider. "Yes, of course!" She closes the door after Eren and ushers him to the flowers. 
The flower vase sat on a small table with two chairs. The two sat in the chairs that were facing each other.
Eren lightly touches a flower petal. "Looks like you’ve been taking care of it well."
Historia: "It’s actually easy to manage!"
Eren leans in and deeply inhales the scent. Historia couldn’t help but stare at him as he closed his eyes to inhale. Before she knew it, her body subconsciously moved to the flower to smell it as well. She closed her eyes and inhaled. The blonde slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to see the dark haired man already staring at her. 
Historia: "How does it smell?"
Eren: "It smells really good."
Historia notices Eren didn’t pull back, and neither did she. They were so close to each other, and the only thing separating them were the flowers. There was a look in Eren’s eyes that reignited the flames in her belly. She quickly pulls back, and he does the same.
Historia straightens her posture. "How’s the Titan training?"
Eren: "I can transform into my Titan form about three times in a row now."
Historia: "Wow, that’s amazing. The training is paying off."
Eren nods his head. "How are you? Is the royalty life getting boring yet?"
Historia: "Yet? I think it’s always been bo-UGH!" She falls out of her chair and doubles over in pain.
Eren gets up and rushes to Historia. "Are you alright, Historia?" He grabs her shoulder; which Historia made her feel sensitive?
Historia swats him away and clears her throat. "I'm sorry, Eren; uh, well, I have been feeling ill for quite awhile."
Eren touches her forehead. "Historia, you’re burning up!"
She slaps his hand away. "Eren, please don’t touch me."
Eren’s confusion only grew. "You’re sick, Historia. How long have you been sick?”
Historia: "I-I don’t know." She subconsciously starts rubbing her legs together. "I think something is going on, I-I feel so hot."
Eren gets up. "I’ll get a doctor."
Historia grabs his arm. "No, wait!" She pulls back her hand quickly. "I…" The pain within Historia was starting to become unbearable. No words came out of her mouth as she felt her lungs get tighter and tighter. Out of an instinctive impulse, she opens her legs. She places her hand on her cilt and begins rubbing it.The pain immediately dissipates. She closes her eyes and moans, forgetting that Eren is kneeling by her side.
Eren quietly watches in surprise as Historia masturbates in front of him. ‘Why is she doing this?’ ‘Is this a seduction tactic?’ ‘Why would she randomly act this way?’ ‘Is it the flower?’ He looks over at the flower.
Ever since Eren came into Historia’s room, he has been smacked with a wave of a strange aura. When he sniffed the flowers, the peculiar feeling increased, as did the length in his groin. He could feel himself getting hard watching Historia. He wanted her to stop but couldn’t bring himself to tell her. Instead, he puts his hands in his pants and encloses them around his cock.
Historia opens her eyes when she hears a groan coming from her side. A pang of guilt and shame immediately hits her when she realizes Eren is still in the room. ‘Maybe I imagined him showing up here.’ She stops and glances at him. He was stroking himself and staring at her.
Eren breathes out. "Don’t stop, keep going." 
Historia maintained their eye contact as she inserted a finger in her vagina. They silently jerked themselves off in front of each other, but it wasn’t enough. Historia’s eyes traveled to Eren’s cock and slowly back to his eyes.
Eren blurts out. "The flowers. This is because-"
Historia: "I don’t care." As much as she didn’t want to, she withdrew her fingers and crawled to Eren. She grabs his dick and starts tugging on it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Historia removes her hands and moves atop Eren’s legs, leaning in. They breathe deeply in each other’s proximity, nuzzling each other’s noses until Eren captures her lips. She opens her mouth to taste the velvety nature of Eren’s tongue. Historia reaches her hand back down, but Eren stops her. She breaks the kiss and gasps for air. She goes back in, but he stops her.
Eren: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to..."
Rather than responding, Historia looks Eren right in the eyes and slowly rolls her hips down onto his cock. He curses under his breath, and he latches on to her neck to suckle on it.
"Eren, you can’t kiss me there or someone will know."
"Let them know." He licks and bites at her pulse.
She rolls her eyes at his impulsive words. To solve this little conundrum, she quickly unbuttons her shirt and pulls Eren to her chest. "Do it here instead." He silently complies and massages her clothed breasts. He moves his hands to her bra clasp, but Historia unhooks it before he could try. He then moves his onslaught to her nipples, making her cry out loud. 
"You’re so loud." He said it between kisses.
Historia rolls her hips so she can feel his member. He groans in response. "Shut up and take your clothes off." 
Eren begins unbuttoning his shirt while Historia works on his pants. He gets stripped down to his underwear, and he works on taking off her skirt but can’t since Historia kept lifting his head up to kiss her despite the bumping of their noses and clashing against each other’s teeth.
Eventually Eren was naked and Historia was down to her panties. As they grinded against each other, Eren could feel Historia’s wetness seep through her underwear onto his cock. He moves his hands to her waistband, and before he could pull it down, her hand catches his.
Historia: "Are you sure?"
Eren asks. "Do you want to stop?"
Historia: "I feel like if we stop now, it'll drive me crazy, but we have to."
Eren picks Historia up from the floor and places her on her bed. He kisses her from her shoulders to her breasts. "You’re already driving me crazy; I don’t think I could stop right now if I wanted to."
Historia pants. "I’m the queen. I’m supposed to save myself for the man who will be my husband and the father of my future children."
Eren snorts. "I wouldn’t take you for someone who cares about saving their virginity."
Historia: "Yes, bu-"
He grinds his hips into her. "The guy won’t care whether it’s your first, second, or forty-first time. He’s fucking the queen. Why should you worry?"
She looks into his eyes. They were mostly filled with lust and a hint of jealousy. Knowing this gave her some comfort.
He slowly removes her panties. "What if I got you pregnant?"
Historia tries to think in her haze of lust. "You can't because I'm supposed to."
Eren inserted the tip of his dick inside Historia, enlisting a moan from Historia.
"No one will know."
"Wh-why would you want to get me pregnant?"
Rather than answering, Eren inserts himself deeper but pulls out midway. He continues this slow-breaking process as Historia takes her nails from his chest to the base of his neck.
She attacks his lips and whines.
Eren groans and inserts his entire cocks into the confines of Historia. He examines the space between their hips and her expression, which is contorted with discomfort. He breathes deeply at this new, foreign feeling.
Historia still felt the discomfort, but her lust was too overwhelming for her to care. 
He leans down to her ear to whisper. "You feel so good, fuck."
Historia: "I’m the queen."
Eren: "Yeah?"
Historia: "Yeah, that means don’t hold back."
Eren slowly pulls out halfway once more."Since you don’t want me to hold back, aren’t you worried a lowly soldier like me could get you pregnant?" He rubbed her cilt before harshly snapping his hips back in Historia, and she suppressed a moan.
"Stop talking about getting me pregnant. We’re only doing this once. That’s it."
"Only once?" He nibbles on her ear and growls. "Don’t you know I can’t be satisfied with doing it one time?" He starts thrusting at a faster pace. 
Historia: "That’s not my problem, Mr. Eren Yeager."
"It is when I fuck you so silly. You’re gonna beg me to do it again. After tonight, no one else will be enough. He licks her neck. "No one will be enough to please you." He props her up against her pillows to hit from another angle.
Historia arches her back and hooks a leg around his waist. The feeling of electricity between them was increasing the feeling of Eren inside her. She moans his name and curses the effects he has on her.
Eren leans down and hungrily captures Historia’s lips to suppress his groans. He never expected how good sex could be, and of all people, he had the chance to do it with Historia. It was something he secretly wanted yet never thought he would have.
Historia pushed herself up against the bed frame, unconcerned about how loud their sounds of pleasure would make the bed. She frowned when she noticed Eren was slowing his movements down until they were at a complete stop. Then he withdrew his cock and stared at her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he beat her to it.
Eren: "Tell me what you want?"
Historia: "Eren! Just fuck me!"
Eren: "Is that it?"
The pain in Historia’s abdomen was quickly coming back. "This is not the time to fool around, Ere--"
Eren leaned down so that they were face-to-face. "What do you truly want, Historia?"
"Eren!"
Eren wouldn't budge from his resolve. 
Historia closed her eyes in contemplation and opened them with a definite answer. "I want you cum inside me. I want you to cum inside me so many times tonight that I think I might get pregnant, daddy."
Eren freezes at Historia’s new pet name that she just gave him. She thinks about apologizing to him until he leans down and whispers in her ear. "You want a daddy so bad? I’ll give it to you all night." He groans as she tugs on his cock.
She pumps him steadily. "I do want it all night."
He chuckles. "Look at you, so wet for my cock, aren’t you?"
"Yes." She guides him to her entrance, but he grabs her wrist, restricting her from moving.
"Want it?"
"Yes."
"Beg for it."
She gives him puppy-dog eyes, but he shakes his head. "Tell me."
"Daddy, please, I want your cock so bad! Please fill me up."
He quickly sinks all the way down into her, and she chokes up a surprised gasp. He groans. "I’m gonna fill you up so bad, you’re gonna get pregnant."
She moans. "We shouldn’t."
He thrusts roughly. "I don’t care. Don’t act like you do either. I bet you want me to do that. Huh? You want little Yeagers?"
She smiles. "They’ll be little Reiss babies too."
He snaps his hips into hers. "The way I’m coming inside you, you won’t even know. Eren attaches his mouth to her nipple to bite and then darts his tongue out to lap around and on her nipple. Historia wraps her arms around his head to keep his mouth near her chest. He moves to the other breast to repeat the same action.
She moans lightly. "Eren."
He stops.
Historia opens her eyes and notices he’s glaring at her. "Wh-why did you stop?"
"If you want me so badly, be a good girl and call me daddy accordingly."
She bites her lips and blushes at his dirty talk. When did he become so vulgar? Well, she initiated the dirty talk first, but still. His dirty talking rubbed off on her, and now he seems to have taken a liking to the term ‘daddy’. She clears her throat. "Sorry, daddy."
"Good girl. You wanna know how I reward good girls?"
She nods her head. "Yes, I do."
He smirks and leans down to capture her lips. He bites at her lower lips and starts moving his hips. Once she whimpered in his mouth, he darted out his tongue to meet hers. His thrusts began to pick up tempo, and she arched her back in response. 
She meets his thrusts. "Harder, go harder, daddy."
Eren growls out. "Okay baby." He spreads her legs wider and goes in and out of her swiftly. Historia grips the sheets and cries out. "Oh god, keep going!"
He continues at his pace, and she starts gripping his hair. Then she rubs her hands up and down his chest. 
"Historia, bite me." She looks at him to make sure he’s sure. When she knows he is, she pushes herself up to grab at his neck. She kissed it sweetly and then sunk her teeth softly into him. His hips jerk. "Fu-fuck." Eren begins jackhammering into Historia at an erratic rate. She cried into his neck while she was still bruising it.
They both moan uncontrollably. Historia pants: "Daddy, oh my god, I’m coming!" She arches her back as her walls clench around his cock. Historia disintegrates into pleasures, causing Eren to groan her name until his knees buckled and he threw in one final thrust to empty himself inside of her.He remains inside her as they lie panting heavily. Once his hips stop moving from the aftershocks, he withdraws from her and crashes at her side.
She pants out. "You’re quite skilled at this, Mr. Yeager."
Eren laughs. "You’re not too bad yourself."
Historia giggles.
Eren: "I think the flower has something to do with this."
Historia turns onto her side to face Eren. "Oh?"
Eren: "Yeah, Hange’s research team found one of the flowers from Marley causes an immeasurable amount of anger. Another one causes severe depression. We were foolish to trust their words so easily. I was worried about whether the flowers I gave you were normal or harmful.
Historia: "And what do you think now?"
Eren: "I think it causes already established feelings to intensify. When I came into the room, it felt... off. I was even more drawn to you after smelling the flowers. I could tell in your eyes that you felt the same.
Historia: "Maybe it’s because I think I love you." Her eyes widened and her mouth shut immediately once those words slipped out. There is a brief moment of silence between the two until she hears him say.
"Do you mean it?"
If Historia hadn’t seen his lips move, she would’ve sworn that he didn’t say anything at all. She nods her head earnestly in response to his question. "If what you said is true about the flowers, it only amplified my love for you more."
Eren stayed silent for a moment until he breathed out. "I love you too."
Historia felt her thoughts go haywire when Eren turned to look at her, and she saw a look that she could only describe as one of great affection. She kisses his lips and smiles.
They lie staring into each other's eyes. Historia softly caresses his face while he does the same for her hip.
Eren pauses his movements and whispers. "I haven't done this before, and after this, I don’t think I will again." A look of somberness filled his expression.
Historia is quickly reminded of Eren’s impending fatal destiny. She suddenly gets up and puts on a robe. She rushes out of her bedroom for what seemed like an hour to Eren.
"Historia?" He is met with silence. He sits up in concern until the door opens to reveal Historia with two glasses of water. She gave him one while she drank hers.
"His-"
"I sent everyone home for the night. We’re going to need to stay hydrated."
"Stay hydrated?"
"Did you just think that I'd be satisfied with just one round? Drink."
Eren silently follows her command. When he stops and puts it on the table, Historia crawls back onto the bed. Eren flips her until she is on all fours. From there, he inserts his cock to easily stuff her. She breathed deeply. "This is a new position."
He moved his hips steadily. "First time for everything, right?"
"Do you need any more rest?"
"I recover quickly. You’re going to be so well fucked by the morning."
Historia shudders at Eren’s word and doesn’t hold back her screams for the rest of the night. By morning, Eren was kissing Historia awake. She has bruises all over and a dull pain between her thighs from last night.
With a raspy voice, she pushes Eren away. "I’m tired. No more."
Eren chuckles. "I'm beat myself. Can’t I just kiss you?"
"You said that the last time we did it."
"Point taken." He pulls back and caresses her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"I lost my voice."
"You were being loud."
She playfully hits his chest. "You were too."
"You love it when I am."
She pecked his cheek.
"Do you want some breakfast?"
She plants her face in the pillow. "I need more rest. God, I’m never doing that many rounds in a night again." She laughs as much as Eren does.
"I’ll cook, and I’ll serve you breakfast in bed."
She turns her head toward him. "Really? You’re so sweet, Eren. I should probably head down there and tell you where things are, but since you'll be here more often, you should learn by yourself."
Eren's eyes widen, and he quickly turns around to cover them up.You're right, I’ll learn." He rubs her back and gets up to leave for the kitchen. 
Historia felt the sense of euphoria that came with being with Eren as one. She touched her stomach, and a ping of pain hit her. Maybe she should throw out the flowers because, despite being tired, she wanted more of him.
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angelinpiink · 1 year
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Omg your the reason i now simp for historia she’s so fine…
as you should ♡ ♡ ♡so happy i could help you see the light. historia has so much potential. she has my heart, even if she is mean and nobody will ever get hers. i'd let her walk over top of me (literally) any day
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sorenhugo · 1 year
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Yumihisu my beloved
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