104 Stories of The 104th
A/N: Well. I lied. This will be my first attempt at smut/lemon. Mudkippz's request. Then I shall get to SteelxPaladin's. I hope this doesn't suck as bad as I think it will….A two characters from my other series, Epsilon, will make an appearance, my two favorite OC's: Brian and Shayna.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. They are Isayama's beautiful characters.
Words = Thoughts
"Words"= Speech
-Auric
Chapter 8-Yumikuri-Finally
Rated M- SMUT and bad words
Halo Au. (Video Game)
Spartan 675, Ymir, stood in the corner of the conference room, watching the older men bicker back and forth about the proposition she just proposed. They had taken her from birth and forced into military duty, taking her first twenty eight years of life from her and she wasn't about to waste whatever was left.
"They're Spartans! You think they can adjust to everyday life?" General Alexis shouted
"Absolutely they can. They're humans as well, don't forget it." Another General that Ymir didn't know shouted back.
"Sirs. If your concern is that all Spartans are going to leave for normal lives, then you are mistaken. We all know only some of us will leave. Most have something for them here that is too good to give up." Commander Shayna, of Epsilon spoke. Ymir had had the privilege with fighting with the decorated Spartan and her team. The Epsilon Spartans were a couple generations before her, all roughly thirty five or so.
"Commander! Are you serious!? How can you be so sure so many will stay?" Alexis fired back.
"Because I am staying as well as my sister. Others will stay too. I can guarantee that. Other sectors have already agreed to do this. Alexis. Let them go" Shayna said in a cool confidence that the woman was known for.
"I…Alright…I agree. Give the order." Alexis said as he turned around and walked out of the conference room.
Shayna looked over to Ymir, green eyes meeting brown. She was one of the few that knew what this was all about. Ymir lifted her hand and opened her mouth, but Shayna gave her a quick nod that said: Not here. Save it. You're welcome. Shayna walked out of the opposite door as Alexis and Ymir followed. After a quick walk of silence the two entered to a small mess hall filled with the 104th Spartan class. Eren and Mikasa were sharing a meal with Armin, in his wheelchair. Armin was one of the few Spartans that had a mutation during the indoctrination process and was condemned to wheel chair for the rest of his life. His upper body was fully functional and his brain power was tenfold that of a regular Spartan, especially ones like Reiner and Eren. Sasha was eating everything her sight and reach that Connie wasn't hiding from her. They made a cute couple, honestly, even though it was heavy among regulations not to be together. Did they care? Of course not.
Annie was with Mina and Thomas eating quietly, listening to Jean and Marco bicker about what they should do now that the war was over. Of course Marco wanted to stay with his friends, but Jean wanted to become some MP on some planet, and serve whoever the commander was there. Reiner and Bertholdt were in the corner of the mess, listening intently on what some other Spartan was saying.
"Come on. Let me introduce you to the other commander." Shayna said.
The pair walked over to catch the end of what the Spartan was saying. "-and that's why you don't mess with Handlers!"
"Is that why you're dating one, Wisniewski?" Shayna asked, teasing her unsuspecting best friend
The Spartan turned his head with a look of pure anger on his face that instantly dropped at the sight of Shayna. "Ah Shayna. How was the meeting?" He said with a small smile
"Better than your mom in bed." Shayna fired back.
"Oh, that must have been awful. So they're clear?"
"Of course. Alexis is a bitch. I assume you're staying though."
"Tch. Do you know me? What else am I going to do? Especially with you and Buck staying. Kind of have too." Brian said laughing into his drink.
"Right. Well, Ymir. You're free to go. But shake hands with this one first. It'll be a good story to tell your kids that you met him when all the facts go public." Shayna advised, pointing to the other Commander.
Ymir extended her hand, which Wisniewski took and shook. "Good to meet you, ma'am."
"Now go!" Bertholdt piped up suddenly.
"Yeah. Tell her before she leaves!" Reiner added, taking Bertholdt's hand in his. Ymir just stared at them both, awestruck.
"Aw. Now Shayna, when are you going to admit your love for me?" Wisniewski said to the fellow commander.
"You're not my type. Plus Cole and Blake would kill themselves. And finally, like you were saying, I don't want to deal with any Handlers." Shayna replied laughing
"True." Wisniewski returned the laugh and turned to Ymir. "Go."
Ymir about-faced and walked towards the door, a little nervous for what she was about to do. She turned to face the last four Spartans she'd hopefully ever see. Bertholdt and Reiner were talking to each other, while Brian said something that earned him a hard punch in the gut from Shayna. Commander Brian Wisniewski and Commander Shayna Jepson: Epsilon's finest. Ymir walked out the door without another look back.
Ymir walked to the mess hall on the opposite side of camp mind racing. What if I read all the signs wrong? What if there's someone else? Before she could even begin to think of an answer to those questions, Ymir arrived at the mess hall and spotted who she was looking for almost instantaneously.
Her blonde hair was impossible to miss, even if part of it was tucked under a UNSC Officer's Cap. She was smiling the most adorable smile that Ymir had ever seen and she silently wished that smile was directed towards her. Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with bright life and comfort that Ymir felt as though she might melt.
Sigh.
Ymir, head held low, walked in her direction, wondering and mentally fighting herself on how well it would go. Before she stopped herself, she walked up to the blonde and said, "Lt. Christa Lenz. Could I have a word with you outside?" She stormed out before even receiving a response.
Ymir waited outside for a couple of minutes before the small blonde girl popped out and looked around. When her eyes laid upon Ymir, she walked over, a small nervous smile on her face.
"H-hey, Lt. Lenz…Christa…" Ymir started
"Save it. I know what this is about." Christa said with an odd smile, more like a smirk than her usual sweet smile. "I know what this is about, Ymir. Never call me Lt. Lenz again. It's Christa or some cute nickname. Got it? Good."
Ymir thought she couldn't be surprised by anything more today, but this…this was a new level.
"Now. I'm going to take a shower in fifteen minutes. You better be there willingly…or I'll drag you in there," the young lieutenant said as she walked away. Ymir swore her jaw hit the ground.
Fifteen minutes later Ymir stood in the locker room, fully dressed, waiting for Christa. Maybe she was just messing with me…and that this was the easiest way for me to leave the mess hall…The thought had barely entered her mind as Christa entered the locker room, which was bare save Ymir. She smiled sweetly and opened her locker, unbuttoning her uniform and sliding her pants off. Ymir could have died happy right then and there. She stood there, in her regulation underwear and shot Ymir a look.
"Are just going to stand there…or shall we get this party started?" Christa said with a sly small. Ymir unlocked her locker and stripped to her underwear almost instantaneously.
"Mmm. This is going to be fun," Christa mumbled to herself, as she took a couple steps towards Ymir, licking lips. Yeah, fuck this Christa. I'm not letting you take control Ymir thought to herself. They were a mere half a foot away from each other, staring into each other's eyes, waiting for the first move. Ymir slowly leaned in, narrowing her eyes seductively. Christa blushed a tad bit and closed her eyes, expecting the first kiss from the girl she'd been watching in secret for the past year or so. She felt Ymir's breath on her lips, just a couple inches away. Suddenly it wasn't there anymore.
Christa's eyes snapped open to see Ymir walking away, putting emphasis in her swinging hips. Right before Ymir entered the shower room, she turned her head and winked at Christa, removing her underwear and bra and tossing them aside, not letting Christa see anything. "C'mon, Christa."
Christa was frozen in place and took a couple seconds to strip off her remaining clothes and run after that sweet tan ass of Ymir's. She quickly followed Ymir into a shower to see Ymir holding an arm over her nipples and a hand over her slit. Christa moved first, pulling on Ymir's hair to pull her down and lock lips with her for the first time, sending electrifying waves down her spine. She tasted bittersweet, and it wasn't until she felt a hand cup her smaller breasts that she remembered that she wanted control.
As their lips danced together, Ymir felt a resistance from Christa. She wanted control, and Ymir would be damned if she would be over powered by the small blonde. When Christa placed her hands on Ymir's hips, Ymir gave Christa's nipple a small, yet slightly forceful tug.
Christa moaned into Ymir's mouth, crying out from pleasure and want for more. Ymir began to stroke her nipple as she slid her tongue out of her mouth against Christa's lips, asking for entrance. Granting Ymir entrance, their tongues clashed together, not only battling for control of the other's tongue, but body. Christa attempted to slide her hand lower, to Ymir's slit, but stopped when she felt herself rise from the ground. Ymir moved the girl and sat her on the shelf of the shower, used to store soaps and hair cleaners.
"Lean back, hun" Ymir whispered. Christa did as commanded. There was no real point in fighting. Ymir was bigger, faster, stronger, and way more willing to make Christa cum. Ymir looked up at the Christa's face and couldn't help but smirk at how flustered she looked.
"Close your eyes." Ymir commanded. As she saw the blue orbs dip behind eyelids, Ymir spread Christa's thighs. Her slit and entrance looking pink and wet, her clit erect. Ymir licked her lips as she lowered her mouth over the clit and began to lick, earning a loud drawn out moan from Christa. Ymir smirked to herself as she continued to lick and suckle on Christa's clit.
"Ahh…Ymir…Oh God…Ahh….Ymir…More…"Christa chocked out between moans.
Ymir, slid her index finger into Christa's entrance, as she continued to give her oral. Christa tensed up as she felt Ymir enter her. It was a new sensation, but damn…did she want more. "Oh Ymir…more….more."
Ymir began to move her finger and lick faster, feeling Christa build up to her orgasm. "Cum for me, Christa." Ymir purred. Ymir slipped her middle finger in for the last couple of seconds as Christa released, orgasming and screaming at the same time. "Oh God, Ymiiiir! Ahh Ahh!"
Ymir pushed her though her orgasm, and slowed down as Christa came down from her high. She pulled her two fingers from her and kissed her breast, spending a couple seconds to suckle on her nipple, bring forth a couple more moans from Christa. Finally Ymir kissed Christa and whispered, "I hope you enjoyed yourself, Lieutenant Lenz".
A/N: Well then…I uh…hope you enjoyed that…I really hope it's not awful…Send me requests and stuff. Love you guys. Geez. First smut. I like it. Hopefully you do too, Mudkippz. See you guys soon!
-Auric