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moonpetrichors-blog · 2 years

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Blood in The Wind

Tags: Royal!AOT AU, Oneshot, Princess!Reader, Prince!Levi, Levi x Reader, Enemy Kingdoms, Lowkey Past Lives Reunited, Attending a Ball, Political Marriage

Warnings: Daggers, Mentions Of Killing, Mentions Of Ending Bloodline, Mentions Of Slitting Throat

You’re a Princess to the enemy kingdom of Prince Levi Ackerman. You are invited to a ball that he hosts, and you attend in hopes of ending his bloodline. However, you sense a feeling of familiarity when you dance with him.

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The enchanting melody of violins echoed throughout the remote castle, which had been set ablaze by the soothing sound of music. The masked Princess hurried into the ornately decorated corridor, assuming her position as a guest of the prestigious ball she was headed to. As she pursued the sound of the music, the clang of her jewel-encrusted shoes filled the hallway with clicks.

She ground to a standstill in front of an artfully woven door, adjusting her butterfly mask and blue gloves. She gripped her closed fan firmly as she gently opened the large doors to reveal a dance. Inside her glove was a sharp dagger marinated in her deception, ready to strike the man she had come to assassinate.

The Ackerman Prince, the undefeated and infamous. He stood alone in the midst of the crowd, watching the masked Princess from a distance. She strode gracefully onto the dance floor, her gaze locked on the Prince's deeply alluring ones. She snorted discreetly at his presence, bringing the tip of her closed fan to her lips.

A glimmer of intrigue veiled his gaze, and he smirked as he hurried to speak to the enigmatic woman in front of him. The crowd fell silent as they separated to pave way for him. The guests looked on in awe as the icy Prince focused solely on her. The Princess approached him and curtsied, hiding her intentions with a smile. She was ready to splatter his blood on her blade and fill the ballroom with his demise.

The Prince held out his white gloved hand, bowing. "May I have this dance?"

The ensemble began to strum their violins again, nodding in agreement. As the guests began to dance, he placed one hand on her hip and drew her in closer. The music rang through their ears as they swirled, swaying as she placed her hands on his shoulder. The music caused her mind to cloud as they gyrated across the ballroom.

As the song transitioned to a faster tempo, the Princess took the lead and dominated. They dipped and capered right away, one hand on his lower back. The Prince escaped with a sardonic look, dissatisfied with the change in positions. He slipped free of her grasp and twirled the Princess, rapidly pressing her body against his. Y/N was glad for her mask as it could hide the blush blooming on her cheeks.

The masked Princess felt a rush of nostalgia wash over her as she gazed intently into his steely eyes. She snapped out of her reverie with sorrow in her heart. Where had she last seen him? Yes, she'd seen him before in person and on the newspaper, but there was a fresh sensation of familiar warmth. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to steal the Prince's life.

For a long time, the Ackerman kingdom had been at odds with the Nelvirse kingdom, and she, the Nelvirse Princess, would put an end to it. As her irridescent ballgown engulfed him, she contemplated where she had met him before. Each step she took left a trail of the the weight of her judgement.

She stepped away gently, fluttering her lace fan open, after the musicians finished the song. The Prince understood her signal and nodded as she displayed the rear of the open fan. He asked the Princess a question before turning away.

"What's your name?"

The Princess closed her fan, staring into those familiar eyes yet again.

"...Y/N."

"Y/N, meet me in the blue rose garden. We'll talk then."

The phlegmatic Prince bowed and vanished into the crowd as Y/N smirked to herself, laying her closed lace fan on her cheek. The Nelvirse family would emerge to power once the last member of the Ackerman bloodline was slain. The outcome of the war was on Y/N's shoulders, but she would have to carry her crime with indifference.

Y/N stalked out to the palace gardens, anxiously fidgeting with the silver dagger in her glove. Her mind was in a state of chaos. She couldn't figure out why she felt like she'd known the Prince before, but it was her responsibility to kill the Ackermans, or she'd risk returning home in disgrace.

"How pleasant. You actually came." A voice viciously spat, sarcasm laced within it.

Y/N jerked her head up in surprise. “I didn't hear you coming."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. The Prince laughed quietly yet menacingly. He edged closer to Y/N. Suddenly, he swung her around and pressed her body against the grass. His palm was firmly placed on the back of her head, while his other hand held her wrists tightly.

“I know you’re here to kill me. Maybe don’t use your real name next time, Y/N Nelvirse.”

Y/N was able to free herself from his grasp and pin him to the floor, releasing the dagger. Levi could only laugh as she held it dangerously close to his throat. The following words he uttered were absurd.

“Kill me, then. Slit my throat open.”

Y/N hesitated. That awful feeling of Deja vu was coming back, but she ignored it; Levi quickly took notice to the look in her eyes when it did.

“I can’t.”

Levi swiftly disarmed her, rendering her powerless. Levi threw Y/N onto the ground again, this time gripping her throat loosely with one hand while holding the dagger with the other. Y/N was stunned, his knees by either side of her hips. Levi tossed the dagger away and drew Y/N's face closer to his own.

“Do you want to go back to your kingdom?”

Y/N quietly shook her head. “If I go back without your head, my family will throw me in jail for failing at my task.”

“I have a proposal then.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. Levi laughed at the idea he had concocted.

“Marry me. I’m not the only one feeling like we’ve met before, right? And if you want to avoid being a prisoner, stay here.” Levi removed his hands from her throat.

Y/N’s jaw dropped open. “Why on Earth would marriage benefit you?”

“You’re an inside lead to the Nelvirse family. You’re of good use to me, and by marrying you I can end this foolish conflict between our kingdoms.”

Y/N ruminated over the idea for a moment, shuddering at the thought of betraying her kingdom. However she knew she failed at her task, and there was nowhere left for her to go except for the Ackerman palace.

“Deal. But it’s completely political.”

Levi smirked slightly.

“We’ll see.”

#↳˳🖤;; ❝ oneshot ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:#oneshot #royalty au #attack on titan #aot #snk #attack on titan royalty #aot royal au #levi x reader #prince levi #levi ackerman #princess reader #enemies #shingeki no kyojin #political marriage

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bummlebean · 1 year

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Have you ever seen Gojo Satoru, Levi Ackerman, and Joe Biden in the same room?

#coincidence? i think not #jjk gojo #gojo angst #snk levi #joe biden #united states politics #gojo levi and joe biden are the same person

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jinruihokankeikaku · 2 years

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people will debate endlessly "is SNK fascist" "is it pacifist" "is it liberal/centrist" "is it anti-racist" "is it nationalist" which like are valid questions when it comes to discussing the social and political implications of a work and its themes but if you were to ask me i would say that Isayama's intended main thesis is "you should enjoy when it's a nice day out" and the geopolitical stuff is more or less window-dressing.

#kind of joking here. partly not joking tho #and of course using such political themes as window-dressing for a fundamentally less-than-political story is questionable #from an artistic or a social standpoint #but i am just amused sometimes by the endless discourse over whether Isayama is 'imperialist' or 'anti-imperialist'#when arguably THE central theme of the work amounts to 'make love not war'#(if this post sounds like an endorsement or a condemnation of SNK or its author please be assured that it is intended as neither.)

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olivieraa · 4 months

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such a weird vibe this season, doesn't feel SnK

#i think prob cause its been exclusively political and human related #nothing titan related yet #niece watches snk #niece watches anime

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hide-in-imagination · 5 months

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I had the time of my life fighting titans with you 🥹

#10 years holy fuck...#I mean the manga ended a while ago but now it's officially over #and oh what an ending that was-- Mappa did it right #god. jesus...#THE POLITICAL MESSAGE OF THIS STORY- YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND #IN THE END THE WHOLE THING JUST HAPPENS AGAIN BECAUSE HUMANS ARE STUPID AND THEY KEEP FIGHTING WARS #THAT WILL NEVER STOP BEING RELATABLE BECAUSE *WE ARE* STUPID #jesus christ Isayama god bless the tree that gave the wood for the bed in which your parents made you #a brilliance we might never see again #c speaks #I really can't- I have so many feels- I don't think another anime/manga will ever be this good #remember #snk

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smallhatlogan · 1 year

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my niece kept complaining that she couldn’t find any good non-magical girl fantasy anime for kids and I finally gave in and went “fine I will let this ten year old watch FMA: Brotherhood” because it is the only anime I know even vaguely fitting that description that isn’t painfully misogynistic (I admit I do not know that many animes)

Anyway when this was first airing I kind of fell off of it partway through (just because of the gap between episode releases I think?) and since then I was like “Was it even that good? Do I really need to ever bother finishing it?”

Yes actually this anime is extremely fun

#My niece LOVES IT lol? i was worried it would be too dark and violent lol?#i still haven't finished but i made it past the point i stopped last time #i was also worried it would have trash politics that i didn't pick up on a teen like #it would be snk lite or something? but no it's mostly just kinda liberal stuff which. fine whatever.

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jaegerbroshoe · 1 year

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Isayama literally went out of his way to make sure the Warriors couldn't be entirely blamed, but their insane stans are still whining. Child soldiers, severely oppressed, living in a concentration camp, conditioned to accept horror after a century of constant inhumane treatment, heavily brainwashed and indoctrinated since birth, have absolutely no counter-speeches, their parents making the decision to sacrifice their children's lives for their own benefit...

I mean... Armin's line is absolutely appalling but Eren was defeated and died, he was turned into a joke and spineless, weak-willed incel. Despite being war criminals and terrorists, the Warriors became peace ambassadors. How their endgame isn't advocating or promoting genocide ? Annie very clearly stated she'd do it all over again.

Yeah, I don’t know wth Isayama was even thinking when he decided on the ending…

I honestly wish he never touched these serious topics since he clearly couldn’t put up with the pressure to address them properly. And that’s just irresponsible on his behalf imo.

#asks #like unless he was sure he knew how to resolve the mess he created he really shouldn’t have turned the story in this direction #he didn’t even pick a situation that has existed irl #like he picked the most extreme scenario and then handwaved it #snk ending #snk politics #snk thoughts #warriors #my opinion #also sorry I know this was submitted almost a year ago…

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cubot · 2 years

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One of my middle schoolers entered her class.

As usual, I asked, “How are you?”

“I’m sad.”

“Why?”

“Shinzo Abe died.”

I’m just thanking god it’s Friday because I’ve had enough of EVENTS. Let me be at peace.

#ramblings #this happened hours ago but it's still on my mind because i didn't know how to respond #this little popcorn pellet is very into snk and wants to join the military so i think she's really into politics #does the context worry me about her thoughts on said politics? yeah but she's 14 and also it's none of my business #i hope this doesn't hit her too hard but i suppose it's hitting if she brought it up

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silvamyman · 4 months

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You are so sweet, tender and pretty with everyone, an angel of God some say, helping the neighbors every time you could, your parents proudly showed you off, a good girl, well educated from home

The whole neighborhood loves you, adores you and at school . . . Better!

As soon as you open your locker you have anonymous letters confessing their love for you, their admiration, even the cult of praise they have for you, you are the goddess of the school, It doesn't just end up in anonymous notes, girls wanting to be at your table to be noticed by others, Being popular, being kind, being so smart is what everyone wanted in their lives

But . . . Any girl has her secrets as soon as they come out

"Bye girls! See you tomorrow"

You said goodbye kindly to your friends, they said goodbye back, you started walking behind the school, a few streets to reach a grocery store

Your eyes full of innocence looking at a man, a big and strong man, great masculine physique, his big motorcycle next to him while he looked at his phone with disinterest, He looked up a little to look at you, a playful smile appearing on his lips

"Ready to go treasure?"

"Of course dear!"

You gave him your backpack, while you climbed behind him on his motorcycle, clinging your thin and soft arms to your boyfriend's body

You were under your boyfriend, without any chance, without any desire to escape, Tears escaping your eyes as they ruined your soft makeup that you took so long to do.

The sweet and kind student daughter had become a motorcyclist's personal bitch, Pounding your pussy hard without mercy, no matter how much you begged for him to be softer, it on, He continued with his hard, cruel attacks, which made your legs tremble, your pussy asking for more and more, revealing your masochism due to those cruel and humiliating attacks

A camera above you, recording your swollen lips from begging and kissing so much, Your swollen nipples with small bites marking territory, A large bulge became visible on your stomach that entered and left without mercy, Provoking an obscene and exciting sound, his heavy balls filled with semen just for that innocent prey of the night

Screaming for more and more without stopping, your head was no longer in its five senses, it just wanted to break free and be filled.

"Oh come on baby so soon and you're crying?"

Your boyfriend made fun of you, it wasn't even half of what he had planned for you that night, to record you if you ever wanted to leave him

A hunter never lets his prey go that easily, if one day she tried to let him go, she would definitely show the world who she was as a sweet and polite girl after school, A bitch ready to suck his cock with her hungry lips or her little pussy eager to be known by noisy men, quite the opposite

⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ—Bllk: Shidou Ryuusei, Barou Shouei, Kunigami Rensuke, Oliver Aiku, Adam Blake, Jjk: Toji Fushiguro, Mahito, Sukuna Ryomen, Op: Cracker Charlotte, Katakuri Charlotte, Eustass Kid, Doflamingo, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Opm: Garou, Silver fang young, KA: Ohma Tokita, Tokita Niko, Snk: Eren Jaeger

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scumbagjaeger · 1 year

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what do you think the AOT guys would major in college?

COLLEGE MAJORS WITH THE SNK MEN

starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke

rating: sfw!

notes: Thanks so much for the ask! I really appreciate your support(: I actually plan on doing a college series with each of the snk men having individual sets of drabbles, so this goes along perfectly with that!

EREN:

- I’m going to say Computer Science SOLEY because my Com Sci friends always seem to hang out on campus?

- Like not even in class, idk why but Eren’s just constantly there??

- Hanging out in the cafe, lounging around the courtyard, bowling in the recreation room, etc. No one’s ever heard him say “I gotta go to class”

- The man acts as if he doesn’t have a class to go to

- Most of his work is actually just completed at night anyway, when he’s not out at parties or with friends he stays up all night doing his homework

- Doesn’t really talk much about his classes but he probably does really well in them actually

- He probably doesn’t have too many Com Sci friends because he’s a bit intimidating in class? Hood up and headphones usually in or around his neck?

- But somehow he’s a social butterfly outside of his major, knows someone from every single one of your classes somehow

- I feel like freshman year he probably went overboard with parties? By the time he’s a junior he probably eases up on them, opting to stay up late doing his classwork last minute

- He might work at the campus tech office helping repair laptops for students! It’s better than working at a coffee shop in his opinion

- Probably plays intramural sports like soccer? Volleyball? Just for fun, probably decent at most group sports

- “Just for fun” but gets mad at his friends when they don’t attend his games “Eren I had an EXAM” “Don’t care, you should have rescheduled”

JEAN:

- My college headcanons for Jean are lowkey inspired by this annoying kid from high school who grew up and became hot? We had a love hate thing for a while😌

- So I’m going to say Poli-Sci just for that? But also I think it would actually fit Jean a lot

- He wants to see change in the world and he won’t have much patience for hypocrisy or overall assholes

- “Oh you don’t like (political candidate)? You think they’re the antithesis of American ideals? Name one of their policies. What does it about?”

- He’s really good at figuring out which of his peers just seem to parrot back things they’ve heard, yk? Like the students who memorize a Ben Shapiro argument but then cannot comprehend or form their own opinion?

- I think he’d be super understanding and accepting of other ideas, and honestly do a really good job of explaining both sides of debates?

- Understands that a lot of people shy away from actually investigating their political ideas and values because it can be intimidating, so he’d love to just talk to you about things and he’d make it really easy to understand

- Honestly I think he’d be a really good college professor someday, I bet he’d consider that as a career path once he saw his classmates turning to him for help

- He would want to be involved with the student political field on campus, councils and boards to advocate for his peers— I’d even imagine his classmates recommend him to join the student council

- But he wouldn’t have time for that(‘: he needs his time away from school sorry

- That’s his excuse to go out with friends a lot and fuck around

- At various parties throughout the week, bars, events, etc etc man’s a bit popular

ARMIN:

- Double major in History and Anthropology!!

- You already know this boys a total braniac

- Takes the most specific but random history courses in hopes of “really developing a broad spectrum of historical context”

- I was a history major and I took a nonhuman/abstract history course? I think Armin would hate a course like that at first, but then it ends up becoming his favorite

- The concept of my course was that studying nonhuman history (like animals or nature) reveals a lot about the people who did the research? And what they were passionate about?

- I did my final research paper on Greenland Sharks and how they live for hundreds of years, and how I’m fascinated by them because I’m fascinated with mortality? And so my paper juxtaposed a race to find the “key to immortality” through Greenland Shark DNA, and the history of death and our conscious awareness of death… I think Armin would eat that shit up

- One of the students who goes into their professor’s office hours just to talk to them about their theses and concepts

- Keeps in touch with his professors after he graduates too!

- Volunteers at the Student Writing Centers to help other undergrads with their papers, just reads through them and gives them some feedback

- Also takes a few creative writing courses!! Might have a poem or short story published in the student-run literary journal! He frames his copies on the wall(:

- As far as off campus activities he probably is active in lot of clubs or groups! Especially things like DnD! He is the Dungeon Master for his campaign

- But also involved in student orgs and clubs, loves checking out the activities board and exploring what the campus events are’

CONNIE:

- Business Major

- So sorry to all of my business major friends and anyone following me who’s a business major

- But at my school it was a joke? The major for people who didn’t know what they wanted to do?

- One of my friends had to decorate a Monopoly board for their final

- He’d probably pay Armin to write his papers? Or try to at least

- Honestly I bet he’d take the most random electives though? I don’t know how many Business majors need but his are so diverse and he’s super engaged in all of them

- Might take a Ping Pong course as a joke (my school offered one) but then takes Atmospheric Science? Imperial Russian History? Yoga? Latin??

- He claims it’s so that he can be a one-man-team in trivia nights and smoke everyone else

- But honestly I think he’d just have a lot of fun learning all of the random stuff!

- Habitually five minutes late to every class, but I think his professors would really like him otherwise?

- He’s extremely active and involved in class discussion, even if he’s just cracking a joke or giving an opinion

- If he’s not in a frat himself, he’s probably super close to all of the frats in town and gets invited out a lot!!

PORCO:

- Architecture Major

- Have you ever seen those “Architecture Majors be like: I have a whole building due on Friday 💀”

- He’d get so offended by those omg?? “That’s literally not true” or “Ha ha it’s funny when you say that but I actually have a model building I need to make”

- But the mode is made out of foam board and toothpicks or something bro chill

- Probably has glue on his fingers like 24/7? Hates building models with a passion. Especially with their super quick curing glue?

- Might actually make Armin help out with his models since Armin paints DnD and Warhammer models??

- I think Porco would prefer the design aspects of architecture and not the hands on part as much

- Is on the school’s soccer team! So he is usually at practice after school

- Probably hogs a squat rack or a bench at the campus gym, sorry not sorry

- I mentioned this in my college Porco headcanon set but I think he’d also go on runs daily around campus in the morning

- Probably one of those guys who brings around a gallon jug of water or a protein bottle

- You can tell Porco is nearby when you hear the protein bottle shake shake shake shake shake (yk with that little metal ball in it)

REINER:

- Okay I struggled with this one but I think he’d start off as a anatomy/physical science major? But then might switch off and go into education 😭

- I just think he’d be a great elementary teacher okay

- At first he’d want to go in to become a Physical Therapist?? So he’s super knowledgeable on anatomy and physical training

- Also on the soccer team, maybe the captain even! He leads warm ups and he’s super observant when it comes to his teammates and their physical capabilities (makes them personal workout routines and Bert is the only one who follows it precisely)

- I think halfway through his sophomore year he realizes that being a physical therapist isn’t what he wants to do? It’s work he’s good at, but does he like it?

- So he switches to be an education major!

- Honestly I could see him becoming a gym teacher or a general primary teacher!!

- He’d be really honored with the opportunity to make a difference in kids lives

- I know that teachers are horrendously underpaid (I’m studying to teach myself), but also shuts people down when they make tease him about that because he’s so proud that he’ll be aiding in the education and support of children!! He’s not in it for the money!

- Works at the gym, basically lives at the gym

- I think he would also be super passionate about activities on campus and school pride?? He and Armin are at every event hahah, his closet is full of different free r shirts he’s picked up

- Not necessarily popular by any means, but his classmates ADORE HIM! He’s super kind, the kind of classmate who will raise his hand and ask the teacher to repeat something or explain it further, even if he knows the content but if he knows a peer struggles with it?

LEVI:

- Literature major, maybe a philosophy minor??

- Similar to Zeke, I always imagine him as a grad student or TA

- One of the snarky, no nonsense students who will shut down his peers if he doesn’t agree with them

- Open to debate his ideas, but no one seems to want to 💀 he’s just a bit intense

- Probably one of those people who gets mad when his essay gets a B+ “I don’t think the Professor was able to comprehend my views, if he did he would have given me an A”

- As a Graduate Student he may teach a class to the undergrads and he’s super engaged with the content, and will just talk and analyze the stories for the class if they don’t participate??

- But he will not tolerate missing assignments

- As a philosophy minor he probably appreciates a lot of the history and context behind the philosophy

- Also probably laughs a bit at the pompous nature of most of his peers? Their whole “nobody understands life like I do” thing?

- Might secretly fuck with his peers by saying the most absurd and ridiculous things in a deadpan way to get them to agree with him “Dwelling on death is like thinking you need to shit soon, but not knowing when you need to go.” And then he waits and stares at them. “Yes, Levi, I agree completely”

- I think he’d be a columnist, or studying to be one? Journalism might have been a better route for him but I think he’d appreciate his courses on classical literature too much to not take them

- Might even take a creative writing course or two? Stays up all night in his apartment, under a poster that has the Ernest Hemingway quote: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed”

ZEKE:

- Biochemistry loser nerd science man

- I always imagine him as a med student?? So if he’s not in biochem he’s already in med school, a couple years older than you!

- Probably wants to go into neurology or oncology, something intense!!

- I also think he would have taken a lot of history courses as an undergrad though? Enough that his advisor suggests he just gets a history minor

- I don’t know how this man has the time but he’s probably a research assistant for the chem labs or a TA for some of the history courses he liked taking

- He’d probably be a little pretentious about it, saying that TA-ing his history courses are the most relaxing part of his day

- Like shut up we get it you’re a nerd

- But honestly the biochem courses are extremely hard?? Especially if he’s a lab tech or RA!

- He’s probably one of those students who believes that through enough pressure he’ll become the perfect student so he does not take care of himself (🙋🏻‍♀️ I’m that student)

- So any free time he has he dedicates entirely to school or other resume filling activities that he can on campus

- I love the HC of him coaching little league baseball though? That’s probably the one time that he’s just a regular guy lol

- Makes sure his Tuesday and Thursdays are light on course load so that he can take the train to his hometown and coach the kiddos, might hit a bar with his biochem friends on Thursday nights afterwards

Thanks so much for the ask!! This was honestly one of the more challenging requests to do but one of my favorites?? Since I’m trying to come up with a little college series for each individual character, this definitely gave me some inspiration, you’ll likely see more come from this, so I hope you enjoyed(:

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jjkeremika · 7 months

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Drop my class so i can pick you up pt1

description: erens a professor; mikasa asks for his help after class

pairing: eremika, eren x mikasa (aot/snk)

smut: yee

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She waited patiently as all of the students filed out of the classroom. Some stayed back to ask questions, and she slowly packed all of her belongings into her backpack until they all left.

She walked up to the front desk and called out her Professor's name. He looked up, his face still wearing a slight look of confusion, like he had thought he was the only one left, and smiled politely.

"What's up, Mikasa? Another question?" He was chuckling airily, like it was almost amusing that she had a question after almost every class. Realistically he enjoyed it; not many people asked interesting questions after class. It was theoretical physics, so everything was interesting and complex and hard to grasp, yet Mikasa had questions and thoughts that even Eren hadn't thought about--and he had a quantum mechanics degree.

She nodded and held out her notebook, which he leaned closer to get a better view of. He smelled nice.

"I guess I'm just wondering what the implications are for plotting the emerging properties along the imaginary axis and the classical properties in the coordinate plane? To me they feel the same but I know that emergent and classical properties are different."

Eren recognized some of what was in her notebook as the sketches he'd drawn on the whiteboard, but the rest looked like quick sketches she had drawn in the margins. Like she was trying to give the impression she had been thinking about this problem all class.

"Walk with me to my office and we can discuss it more there," he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading for the door, Mikasa following close behind.

They made small talk on the walk over--mostly Eren asking about her day and what life was like as a psychology and philosophy double major. Unlike other professors, he never asked her why she was in her major, just why she was in his class.

She settled on: "The topic is interesting and requires a high level of thought, which if I can apply to logical situations, I can apply to philosophical situations as well."

The answer was typically satisfactory enough, and she knew Professor Jaeger didn't consider philosophical implications, just quantum and physical ones. She also knew she couldn't tell him the only reason she was enrolled in it was so she could watch and listen to him lecture three times a week.

He wouldn't understand that one. She didn’t really understand that one.

Mikasa was surprised when he shut the door behind him as they entered his office. He didn't lock it or anything, and he went straight to his desk to place his bag down like the door closing behind him was intentional. If it was unintentional, he didn't seem to care.

The mood in the room felt different than the past couple times she'd been there to ask questions. For one, the door was always open. And two, it wasn't just her and him alone in a small space with the door closed. And while usually she waited for them to be alone, she could feel her palms sweating this time. She felt the hope and nerves stuck in her throat, making it hard to swallow and sucking her mouth dry.

The giddy feeling she normally had around him was gone.

He placed his bag down and turned around. She expected him to walk over to the whiteboard in his office, but he walked over to her instead, stopping a stride or two away.

"You don't actually care about the answer, do you?" he asked in that all-knowing tone.He was eying her carefully, judging her… analyzing her.

"I… No," she answered truthfully. She crossed her arms over her chest and held her notebook close to her.

He smiled smally, rhythmically nodding. He took a step closer.

"So, why exactly are you asking?"

She didn't say anything. She was debating internally whether or not she should backtrack and say she really was interested in the answer, if she should lie, or if she should strangely just admit that he was only the reason she was in the class, thinking of questions to ask later--in his office.

"Be-because I like… the topic." She stumbled over her words and her mouth felt so very dry, like she hadn't had a drop of water all day. "It's interesting. You would know.” She forced herself to chuckle.

He took another step closer, effectively standing right in front of her, his face mere inches away.

"I'm inclined to think that's not true." His voice was low; it sent a shiver down her spine. She leaned in.

She could feel her body reaching out for his, the hairs sticking up and pulling towards him, like he were a magnet searching for metal inside her. She couldn't take her eyes off his lips, which were arched into a slight smirk. She wondered if he knew what he was doing to her.

The expression on his face suggested everything was intentional. Each step. Each word. Each breath.

His hand reached up and brushed against her cheek. He leaned closer, until his lips really were so close she was going cross-eyed just to keep staring at them. She lifted her gaze to meet his, and the contact was jolting. Almost intimidating. There was only one thought racing through her mind:

He was so. close.

The warmth of his hand on her cheek only added to the heat spreading through her body and settling on her face. She could feel how red her face was, and she could only hope it wasn't as bad as it felt. Her bottom lip quivered as she subconsciously leaned her face closer.

The feeling of his fingers against her cheek was electrifying. The static between them kept the tiny hairs perked, kept her blood pumping to all the right places. She could feel her stomach doing somersaults and the spot between her legs beginning to beg for him.

"I'd prefer it if you dropped my class..."

He rubbed her cheek with his thumb, staring into her eyes, searching for her soul. She didn't want to maintain eye contact, but he kept her face solid in his hand.

"And pursued that interest in me instead."

Her eyes opened and her lips parted in surprise. Before she could even comprehend what he implying, he'd pressed his lips to hers, almost immediately taking advantage of her open mouth and introducing her to his tongue.

After a momentary delay, she held his head between her hands and pulled him even closer to her, wanting to eliminate any space between their mouths and bodies.

He was relaxed, slow, taking his time; whereas she was hastily licking into his mouth, desperate to explore and memorize the landscape. If this were to be the first and last time, she wanted to remember all of it.

He relished in her desire. He moved his hand from her cheek to her low back, eventually sliding both hands down and hooking underneath her bum.

He squeezed and lifted her off the ground; he slapped her ass and she instantly took the hint, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and using her core strength to hold herself up.

He sat her on his desk before breaking the kiss. “Actually…” he mumbled more to himself and pulled her down.

He flipped her around and bent her over his desk, lifted her skirt, and then there was a sharp sting and a loud smack.

Her body jolted forward as his hand contacted her lace-covered skin. A light “Ahh” escaped her.

“How about one for each question you asked?” He smacked her again. She winced at the sharp pain and yet found herself pushing back into his hand, following its shadow.

He smacked her again in the same spot. A white handprint inked into her skin. He could see it through the black lace of her panties.

“How many even is that?”

He smacked her again, same spot. His hand started to turn pink.

“Twelve times you stayed after.”

She moaned as she chased his hand, whimpering as she waited impatiently for his hand to reconnect.

“Multiple questions, too.”

His hand harshly slapped against her other cheek twice. He admired the white and pink outlines. His handprints.

He spanked her three times in a row, enjoying the way her ass jiggled in response.

“Fuck, and you’ve asked so many in class, too.”

He dropped his hands to the desk on both sides of her and pushed his crotch to her ass.

He started to circle his hips and push in and away. She was breathing heavily with each shove. She could feel his erection straining against his pant fabric.

She wanted him to spank her again. She wanted him to strip their clothes off and fuck her. She also wanted him to turn her around and kiss her so softly to take her mind off the sharp pain left behind.

One hand was underneath her shirt groping her boob while the other was under her skirt, pressing against the wet panty fabric, a barely-there darker stain of black that was hotter to Eren than the sun in the desert.

He played around with his fingers and monitored her responses, mapping out the spots she liked the most. He pressed soft yet lasting kisses against her neck and spine.

He smacked her again and she moaned at the contact. The position felt awkward, but neither of them really cared that much. Much too enveloped in the scent of the other. Intoxicated on the other.

His hands were roaming all over her soft skin. The bumps and valleys were pleasuring to run his fingers along and she was so damn curvy it felt like exploring the hills behind his house back when he was a kid—so damn exciting.

He dropped to his knees and his hands followed, lightly trailing from her back to her butt. He pulled her cheeks apart, watched the way her panties bunched in the middle, and then stuck his face in between.

He bit and kissed and licked, his hands holding her butt and upper thighs tightly as his tongue and mouth explored, eventually settling just above the wet spot.

He hoisted her legs over his shoulders and let her thighs rest along his back. He grabbed the panty bunch and pulled it aside to expose her wet, so very inviting lips.

He groaned softly before licking out carefully, like he was testing the temperature of the water before diving right in. It was an awkward angle, but he was determined, and found her clit rather quickly. A lot faster than he expected to, to be honest.

He lapped at her like a dog desperate for water, like plants rapidly absorbing nutrients when it finally rains after a long drought, like he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life. Been waiting for her his whole life.

She betrayed her body when she shouted for him to stop. She felt herself physically deflate as he removed his hands, but she needed a second to catch her breath. The warmth had been building inside of her to the point where she was about to boil over, and she didn't want that to happen yet.

She weakly lifted herself off the desk, her body having fully relaxed into whatever state he'd put her in.

She turned around to face him and immediately unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor with a loud bang that echoed in the now silent room.

His eyes didn't waver from hers, but sure as fuck they wanted to.

This time she dropped to her knees, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She lifted her hands to his knees and traveled lightly up to his hips, then tracing his V-line straight to the hard bulge in his slacks.

She cupped it with one hand and began to unbutton his pants with her other hand. She squeezed his restrained cock lightly as she successfully released the button and started unzipping.

Once the pants were off, she removed her eyes from him and closed them, immediately enveloping the bulge in her mouth. The fabric felt weird on her tongue, but the noise he released was so deep and so guttural, it bordered animalistic. He was fully craving her.

She tugged on the waistband of his briefs and slid the fabric down, watching as his cock popped out from the restraints. Erect and deep red, blushing like it was embarrassed from how badly he craved her. She smiled at the thought and felt her mouth salivating.

Grabbing the base with her hand, she tentatively licked at the tip, catching light beads of pre-cum with her tongue.

He was quiet because he had to be. They were in his office during the day on a crowded campus. Another student or teacher could walk in at any moment.

Eren's hands found her hair and she could feel his eyes fixed on her, so she looked up at him through her eyelashes, wide-eyed, and then ran her tongue from the base to the tip.

The smile that formed on his face etched into her memory. Screaming desire and pure bliss.

They both knew there was no one else they’d rather be doing this with.

She took him into her mouth. She couldn’t envelope more than two inches without gagging, but he didn’t seem to care. His hands lightly followed her motions, but never pushed too hard.

She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, head back, hands clasped in her hair. His hips were chasing after her mouth whenever she pulled back.

She enjoyed it, this small game of chase. She had been chasing after him the whole semester; now he was following after her. She finally got to lead. He was biting his lip, holding back the moan that scratched at the back of his throat.

She was teasing him, lightly licking and kissing the tip when he yanked her off by her hair. She was initially startled from the sudden motion, but she honestly thought about asking him to do it again.

She beamed when he pulled her hair to signal her to stand up, obeying and sighing as he let go.

He didn't immediately do anything, prompting Mikasa to ask: "What are you thinking about?"

The smirk grew wider. "If I want to fuck you here or on the couch."

#eremika #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #snk #aot #jjkeremika #i have to tag myself bc i wrote it lmao #eremika fanfic #eremika fic #eremika smut #college universe

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