This was, admittedly, a fanfiction of a show I used to be super into, but now am not. I still love my story and may someday change the names, but for now I am super lazy. Sorry it takes so long to get to the actual act though.
THIS IS NOT A STORY TO FETISHIZE ASEXUALS. This is basically my retelling of me (I'm ace) wondering what's so great about sex.
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Eren isn't even sure how he got on Ymir's ship to begin with. He was minding his own business when he heard a commotion up front and went to investigate. It was Jean, of course it was, he's always starting shit. The next thing he knew, he was being bound and gagged and tossed over and thrown into a jail cell.
Eren manages to loosen his hands enough to slip them under his legs and then remove the crude gag. Gross, tastes like sweat. Next he works his teeth into the knot finally slipping off the rough rope from his wrists and ankles.
By the time he'd untied himself Eren could tell it would be nearly pointless to try and swim for it. But he had to try.
Fumbling for his pockets to find anything that might help him pick the lock of the cell door, Eren fails to notice the footsteps coming for him. It isn't till a twig like man spoke some words Eren didn't understand that he notices him.
The twig man curses upon seeing his prisoner out of his bonds. He wrenches a key ring from his belt to unlock the heavy cell door. Eren waits patiently for the man to come inside. It doesn't take long, the door opens outward with an angry cry from his warden. Eren attacks once the door's out of the way.
Eren finds out, with small breasts pressed into his face from the force of his tackle, that he is a she. Doesn't matter. Get up. Get out. For extra measure Eren decks the woman and flies up stairs as quietly as he can manage. The stairs creak and groan with every step. The woman he'd taken down groaning and trying to stand. Hurry.
He can't remember the way up. He'd been gagged and upside down for most the journey, and disoriented from the sharp jabs he received from struggling. Each loud voice, each misstep, each time he's nearly spotted sends his heart into his throat and keeps his hands clammy with sweat. Finally, Eren makes it out on deck.
Eren can't remember the last time he saw so many woman in one place. They're everywhere. In the lines, hanging on deck, gossiping in the dark corners. Where are the bully boys? The ones Ymir usually has guarding her? Most the woman hardly care for shirts, many keep them open and let everything hang free. All these woman look so comfortable and free. No wonder most of Marco's crew defect to Ymir.
"What are you doing out of your cell?"
Eren whirls around, already in a defensive crouch, to find a short blond woman. Her ice blue eyes give him the creeps. Her nose is large for a girl, but her face is very much feminine. She's very pretty aesthetically speaking. She doesn't take an attack stance, just stares at him like he's the lowest of the low and crosses her arms.
"Leaving." With that Eren sprints as fast as he can toward the railing, in the distance he can see Marco's ship, a little dot on the horizon. It's far, but he's a strong swimmer.
"No." the girl slides in front of him and knocks him on his neck, he's staring at his crotch in amazement. "I can't really let you do that." She says bored.
How did she do that? Eren wonders as he rolls back onto his feet. She's strong, he can see her arms have bigger muscles than him. He doesn't like it. Not because she's obviously stronger than him, but because someone smaller than him has bigger muscles.
He tries to run again, but she once again slides into his path. So, he fights back. Eren throws a punch at her midsection but she dodges and grabs his punching arm to swing around. Eren feels nauseous with how fast she spun him. He remembers that he hadn't eaten since early evening the night before. She keeps spinning him till his back collides with her breast (larger than they look, his brain supplies) and holds him down in a choke hold.
Eren can't understand why he's losing. He's been in this exact possession with men twice as strong as she, yet he can't get out of her hold. She has wrapped her legs around his. He suddenly understands how's she'd doing it. He doesn't know how to fight someone smaller than him, always fought people so much bigger than he was. Use your size to your advantage.
He can no longer see Marco's ship.
"Shit." Eren chokes. He's losing consciousness. "Fuck." This is a good thing to learn from, he decides. He's always learned better with demonstrations after all.
"Hurry up and pass out." The girl says. He can feel her arms start to shake with the effort to keep his struggling under control.
"No." Eren tries to head butt her, but it comes out weak. He can't breathe. Kicking out causes her to constrict further. "Fuck. You win." Eren chokes out before going limp.
The girl loosens her grip but not her hold till she's sure he's not faking it. "Name's Annie by the way." He can't hear her.
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Eren wakes up with fuzz dotting his sight and staring at his knees. There's girlish tittering somewhere around him. It takes a while for him to realize they're talking about him (it sounds like arguing). Mikasa's name is uttered, so is Marco's. Immeasurable moments go by before he realizes his wrists are tied behind a chair, upon further investigation he finds his legs are free and he's not tied to the chair.
He feels disoriented. Like he woke from an unexpected nap.
"He's awake."
"Eren...right?"
"...Yeah." Eren doesn't know what else to say. Until he knows more about what the fuck is going on, he can't very well escape.
"He's pretty dark for a white boy. Isn't he German?"
"Ymir! Don't be mean. He's a sailor, of course he's darker. It's called a tan."
The Ymir person snorts. Oh fuck. Please be a different Ymir. Eren finally braves lifting his head.
"What the fuck do you want with me?" Eren snarls. He's tired, having not been able to sleep well lately. Insomnia is a bitch, he usual has no troubles sleeping. But lately that hasn't been so.
"We just want to have a little fun with a German firecracker." Krista simpers. She juts her shapely hip out and trails a perfect hand across her upper chest. Eren follows the motion in confusion.
"Fun?" Eren says. He wriggling his hands, trying to unknot the knots. He feels one give way.
"Yeah," Krista moves closer, gracefully like she's floating on air, and trails her soft hands up Eren's thigh. "you'll love it. They all do."
Eren huffs, finally understanding what they meant by fun. Krista sidles closer. Eren kicks her abdomen as hard as he can, she barely jumps away but he feels contact and she 'oofs' and doubles over. Ymir is already beside Eren to punish him (kill him more likely) but Eren sees her coming and with a final pull on the binds he punches Ymir in the face. He feels a crunch and wet blood spill. Probably broke her nose "Like Marco did?" his voice is accusing. Condescending.
There's a pregnant silence as Krista, still doubled over and coughing, draws back more. Ymir stops her assault and looks away. Is that shame coloring their cheeks? "Marco, Marco hardly obeyed orders- he- we thought-" Krista stutters.
