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aot boys + writing their name on you

contains: armin arlert, eren jaeger, zeke jaeger, erwin smith, levi ackerman, jean kirstein x gn!reader

nicknames: darling (erwin), baby (jean)

warnings: reader and armin are implied to be in high school/college in armin's, reader and erwin are implied to be of drinking age in erwin's, mentions of drinking and reader getting drunk, kinda suggestive, reader's breasts are mentioned but never mentioned to be male or female

armin:

When your relationship is still private to just you and your friends, he loves talking about you to the people who know. “My partner” this and “my partner” that- he tries not to be annoying about it, but he loves that people know.

When football season rolls around, all the players are giving their spare jerseys to their partners to wear.

Armin, being the manager, doesn’t have a jersey to give you, and you two are still trying to keep your relationship on the down-low until you’re more settled.

Armin pulls you into a corner on the morning of the homecoming game and pulls a sharpie out of his pocket. He grabs your hand and smiles, before writing “ARLERT” in big bold letters across the back of your hand.

He plants a kiss on your warm cheek before slipping away to his first class.

It’s subtle enough that not many people even take notice of it, but every time you see a peek of black while you’re writing, your mind floods with images of your beaming boyfriend.

(By the end of the season, you have a varsity jacket with his name embroidered onto it. You wear it to every game.)

eren:

Eren isn’t dumb- you’re hot as fuck, and he knows other people want you. He trust you with his entire heart, but still, he doesn’t like the idea of people who don’t know about you two looking at you like that.

So, like a completely reasonable person, after hugging you good morning, he drops to his knees in front of you and slips a hand under your shirt.

While you don’t know what he’s doing at first, he looks up to you for permission when he pulls out the sharpie. When you give him a nod, he writes “JAEGER” in small blocky lettering just below your belly button, then, with a hand on your hip, turns you around to do the same on the small of your back.

You appear the same when he pulls away from you to leave a lingering kiss on your lips, but all day, whenever you lean down to grab anything or stretch your arms above your head, anyone watching can see your boyfriend’s name scrawled on you.

zeke:

Zeke isn’t jealous. He doesn’t care if other people want you, and he doesn’t need to show you off, because you’re his and his only, and you both know that. He’s yours as well.

But… good lord, if seeing his name on you doesn’t turn him on.

One night Zeke brings up the idea. At first, he’s joking, but he feels a shudder run through you from where his arm is wrapped around you, and suddenly the idea is invading his thoughts regularly.

So one night Zeke presents you with a marker and tells you his idea. After you give him permission and pull off your shirt when he asks, he takes his time kissing all over you and worshipping your chest and torso.

Eventually, you run your fingers through his hair and guide him back to the topic at hand, and he watches goosebumps rise on your stomach as he writes “ZEKE JAEGER” in his curvy letters below your breasts.

The next day, whenever Zeke’s arm is around you, his fingers run over the faked ink through your clothes, and you shudder in his arms.

It may have started as a joke, but that sharpie never leaves Zeke’s bedroom again.

erwin:

One night, before you go out drinking with all your friends, Erwin gently takes your arm at the door and grabs a sharpie off the table.

“Darling, we both know you’re a… friendly drunk. I’d simply like to have some assurance that everyone knows you are taken.”

You roll up your sleeve and allow your boyfriend to scrawl “if lost return to ERWIN SMITH” in his perfect cursive across your arm. He places a gentle kiss over the ink after he recaps the marker, and then another on your lips before he leads you out to the car.

Hange teases you about the words when you get to the bar (“wow, can’t take you anywhere, huh?”), but your heart warms when you’re stumbling back to your car with your boyfriend and he finally tugs your sleeve down after a long night.

levi:

Levi isn’t quite so civil about it. He’s not incredible at expressing his feelings, but he really loves you and does his best to make sure you know it.

The first time he sees someone blatantly flirting with you after you start dating, he cuts into the conversation and drags you away as soon as he can.

Later, in private, he pushes past his own mental barriers and tells you, “I don’t like seeing other people look at you like that. Only I’m supposed to look at you like that.”

Neither of you come up with something easily to let people know you’re taken, aside from something like cheesy t-shirts (which Levi vetoes immediately).

A few days later, Levi approaches you with a sharpie and pushes your chin up. You respond easily to his hands, and sit still as he writes “LEVI” in his sloppy lettering across your collarbone.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, running his fingers across it when he finishes.

“Baby, I love the idea, but…” your neck cranes to see the letters. “You know I can barely read that, right?”

He doesn’t quite blush, but you can tell he’s nearly there. You take his hand in yours, smiling.

“Hey. It’s perfect. It’s you, and that’s what really matters, right?”

jean:

When you, Jean, Connie, and Sasha are hanging out, Connie dares Jean to write his name on you.

It starts as a joke, funny for everyone: Jean writes “KIRSTEIN” in thick letters on your cheek, and you both giggle, while Connie and Sasha crack up and take photos.

But later that night, after Sasha and Connie leave, Jean pulls you into his lap and kisses over his name on your cheek.

“Hey baby? Do you think I could make you a Kirstein for real some day?”

You push his hair back and smile. “A bit fast for that, don’t you think, Mr. Kirstein?”

He grins back and kisses you deeply, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and thumb over the sharpie.

“Someday,” you mumble into the kiss, and he lifts you up to take you to his bedroom.

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marswritesstuff · 4 months

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new aot headcanons tomorrow!! (today? idk)

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ppl who celebrate fictional character birthdays are annoying pass it on

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marswritesstuff · 4 months

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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

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marswritesstuff · 4 months

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a winter with the hydro sovereign

neuvillette x gender neutral reader, christmas fluff!! christianity doesn’t exist in genshin it’s referred to as winter festival? but it’s not super specific lol

for my beloved @lehguru !!! merry christmas love you deserve a nice day even if it’s just in the little ways <3 i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: none! just fluffy:) a little over 200 words!

Neuvillette doesn’t have a good track record with holidays. With how busy his job is, he forgets holidays more often than not, but when he does remember, it’s with bitterness in his heart. After all, he hasn’t had anyone to spend them with in many years.

So, when he arrives home to find you on the sofa with a wrapped gift in your hands, he wracks his brain until he remembers it’s the day of the winter festival.

The dragon carefully removed his outerwear before joining you on the couch.

“My love,” he greets you, kissing your cheek as he does, “I must admit… I did not recall that the festival was approaching.”

“Neuvi, you’re so busy,” you say in a comforting voice, setting aside the gift you got for him and pulling him into your arms. “I expected you wouldn’t have time to get me anything, and I don’t need anything. I have you, don’t I?”

Neuvilette gives you a small smile, pulling you closer by your waist and planting a kiss on your lips gently. “My dear, you are truly everything I could ever need.”

You smile and press your lips to his again. He grabs your thighs firmly as he stands, making you yelp as you’re lifted off the couch. His long strides take you both to his bedroom as his lips work down your neck, leaving the carefully wrapped books you bought him laying on the table.

#neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette genshin #genshin x reader #neuvillette x you

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marswritesstuff · 6 months

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a blessing, a curse

tw: hurt no comfort, death, mentions of cannibalism (it’s aot yall), slight age gap (reader is 3 years younger)

a/n: mostly canon compliant but like i can’t be assed to make sure it’s 100%, jaw!porco x warrior candidate!reader, i have decided that people is marley are adults (aka can marry and move out) at 16 :P

summary: At 14, you meet the love of your life. At 15, you fall for him. At 16, it all comes crashing down.

You don’t talk about it.

Two weeks after you started dating, Porco brushed your hair out of your face when he thought you were asleep and whispered, “I’d die for you.”

And he would.

As the top candidate to inherit the jaw titan, it wasn’t surprising that Porco had introduced himself. You were around his age, 14 while he was 17. It wasn’t common for warrior candidates to be so old when they inherited, but not unheard of- Zeke’d been 16 when he’d inherited the beast, and he was one of their strongest still, and Colt was set to inherit the beast at 17. It would still be years until you took up the jaws, if everything went to plan- Porco should still have eleven years, if all went well, but Marley didn’t want to give up such a talented candidate as you just because you wouldn’t be quite as young as the rest of the candidates.

When Porco first introduced himself as the jaw, you already knew who he was. Your class of warrior candidates had only been a few years after his, and you’d seen him hanging around the base, waiting five years for news of his brother who would never come back. An older soldier had taken pity on you and explained he was the younger brother of the current jaw (although neither of you knew that Marcel was no longer the jaw at the time), and he stuck around as a candidate.

Neither of you said that he was kept around because Marley needed someone they had leverage over to inherit the founding.

You’d never spoken to Porco, though, when he introduced himself. It had been two years since the warriors sent to the island returned, and he’d adjusted well to the news that his brother was dead and he was the new jaw over the last few years. You’d just been named his official successor.

“Hey, kid. I’m Porco, and I guess we should get to know each other- seeing as you’re set to eat me someday, you know.”

You laughed and introduced yourself too. Consuming Porco and inheriting the jaws was still a blessing then, a privilege to serve Marley and prove that you were a good Eldian.

Not anymore.

Not many months later Porco finally asked you out. Pieck had been teasing him about his obvious crush whenever you weren’t around for months, and he’d gotten tired of it, deciding to just let you reject him and get it over with.

He didn’t expect you to grin at him and loop an arm around his shoulders.

“Took you long enough, Pock! How about coffee?”

At 15, you fell in love. At 15, Porco promised you he would die for you. And at 15, you knew that being the one to fulfill that promise was no blessing at all.

You would always talk like you had forever. Endless conversations of “someday”- someday you’d move in together, get married. Someday he’d retire- you almost laughed out loud the first time he said that- and you’d follow, and you’d run off to the countryside and Marley wouldn’t follow you.

Porco knew he couldn’t fulfill every promise he made to you, but on your sixteenth birthday, he gave you a key with a tiny bow wrapped around it, and asked you to move in with him. Within a week, you were moved into his apartment, spending every night in the same bed and every morning making breakfast together. Most of the time Porco was deployed you would be too, but during the occasional solo mission or titan-only operation, you would spend nights cuddled up with his pillow, reminding yourself that your boyfriend is smart and strong and would never let himself die without you.

When Liberio was attacked, Zeke turned traitor, and all the rest of the warrior candidates were killed or missing, you were reminded just how dangerous your job was. You’d signed up for this- you could die at any time, and you’d agreed to that, so why was it hitting you so hard now?

Maybe it was watching the love of your life be forced to crush a human between his jaws, watching a devil squeeze down on his head until his powerful mouth snapped shut and sealed the war hammer’s fate. Maybe it was the lifeless bodies of Udo and Zofia and countless other soldiers snuffed out. Maybe it was the way Porco trembled in your arms, telling you about listening to fighting from the bottom of a pit, helpless to do more than hear his comrades die.

You spent hours that night just holding your boyfriend, rubbing his back gently and mumbling, “shhh, it’s alright, Pock, you’re here now. You’re here, with me, everything’s okay.”

Minutes from the break of dawn, Porco confessed to you that feeling the floor let out under him had made him think of his brother. He’d sat at the bottom of the pit, remembering his brother’s memories of a moment of weightlessness being lifted to the mouth of a titan, seconds before his death.

When Porco finally fell into a fitful sleep, you called in to inform your superiors that you and Porco wouldn’t be attending training that day. They didn’t ask for elaboration.

Not long after, when the warriors were deployed to retake the founder once again, Porco sat next to you on the aircraft, letting you huddle into his side and whispering sweet nothings against your forehead.

“Listen, honey,” he tilted your head up to look in his eyes. “This is gonna be a tough mission. So, I wanted to make this special, but more than anything I wanna do it.”

He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it, letting your hand wrap around his around the box. Inside was a simple ring, a golden band with one small diamond inlaid into it.

Tears were streaming from your eyes, soaking into Porco’s shirt where your chin rested against it. “Pock, you dick,” you whined, pressing your forehead to his cheek. “Don’t act like you’re leaving me. You’re gonna be okay.”

Even as you murmured gentle affirmations to the both of you, you tugged the ring out of the box and let Porco gently guide it onto your ring finger.

Two long weeks you spent staking out with the rest of the soldiers while Porco and Pieck infiltrated the military. Your days were spent preparing weapons and plans, and your nights were spent huddled together with Reiner and Colt, all trying to catch sleep while you could instead of worrying over your people in the walls.

The attack was a blur, but it went something like this: you, Colt, and Reiner shared a final hug before you boarded the aircrafts, you dropped out and deployed your parachute, you watched Reiner transform and attack the holder of the founder, your eyes caught Porco, in titan form, go barreling into the battle. After that, when you landed and started shooting, minutes and hours started to blend together. The amount of smoke and dust in the air meant you couldn’t get your eyes on Porco, which was probably for the best- you both needed to focus.

What you do remember clearly was the lightning. Hundreds of flashes across the city, some frighteningly close to you, and then hundreds of titans rising up. Marleyan soldiers dying all around you, as you sprinted across the rooftops, focusing completely on not being caught in a titan’s grip.

You registered the walls falling and releasing the titans like a faint ringing in your head- clearly something wrong, but not even close to your main concern.

Dead and dying soldiers littered the rooftops, and at one horrifying point, a mutilated and bloodied soldier’s hand caught your ankle, tripping you on the shingles.

“Help-” the soldier managed to choke out before your free foot kicked him away. No remorse filled your mind as you scrambled up and kept running.

The ring felt like a thousand pounds. Porco was okay. He had to be. You wouldn’t consider another option.

After what felt like an eternity of running and dodging titans, an Eldian soldier flew by, and you seized the chance.

“Help! Help me!” You yelled out, waving your arms. Devil or not, nothing mattered right now except survival. You would live to see Porco another day, if it was the last thing you did.

The soldier dropped onto the rooftop several paces away from you.

“Marleyan,” he spat, clearly not pleased that you’d survived the titan attack.

“Please, I mean you no harm! I am a subject of Ymir within the Marleyan military- all I want is to survive and find my fiancée!”

The soldier’s face softened, and he held out an arm slowly. “I can take you to the large building up there. Other survivors have gathered there, and most of the titans have been killed. I can’t guarantee your safety upon arrival.”

“I’ll take it,” you replied easily, moving closer to the solider slowly until he turned and let you clamber onto his back. With his mobility gear he started taking the both of you towards the building, and your eyes were drawn down the trail of wreckage of a titan fight. Your eyes snagged on a quickly evaporating jaw titan skeleton, and you forced yourself to look forward. He’d survived. He had to. Porco was smart and strong. He had to survive.

The soldier brought you to the building before flying off again, and you started searching through the hallways. If you could find Porco, or even Pieck, everything would be okay-

You pushed open a door and the group of people inside startled and looked at you.

“… Gabi?”

The young girl gasped and ran at you, jumping and nearly tackling you with an embrace. You held her up as she choked out tearless sobs.

No more than a minute later, she pulled herself back from you and started bumbling.

“He- he’s gone, they took him, they took Falco- I don’t- I don’t know what to do!”

“Gabi.” You set your hands on her shoulders and waited for her to look you in the eyes. “What happened?”

Gabi took a few steadying breaths and whimpered, “I’m sorry. I- Falco accidentally drank Zeke’s spinal fluid, and when the titans turned, he- he became one! And Colt was holding on to him and he’s gone- and he went after Reiner, he tried to take the armor, but…” She trailed off and her eyes dropped to the floor. “Porco had taken a hit, and his real body was badly hurt, and he… he made Falco eat him instead.” Gabi’s breath hitched, but you barely heard it.

There was a ringing in your ears that you could only hear a little past. Porco was gone. He hadn’t lost, but he’d ensured the jaws lived on- by sacrificing himself.

If nothing else, it was definitely a Porco way to go out- stubborn until the end.

You shook your head, blinking the fuzziness out of your eyes and forcing yourself to refocus.

“Go, Gabi. Get Falco back. If anyone but me has to inherit the jaws, he was the best candidate. He’s strong and smart, and he deserves to live, and I know you know that too. So go bring him back for us, okay?”

“He said he was in love with me,” Gabi mumbled as the other people in the room spurred back into motion, clearly preparing to set out in pursuit of Falco and whoever had taken him.

You chuckled wetly, holding back tears of your own. “Well, I suppose he had to say it eventually. For what it’s worth, the rest of us knew.”

Gabi flushed and shoved you lightly. “Of course you did.”

Within minutes, Gabi and one of the Eldian soldiers set off on horseback. The rest of the Eldian soldiers gave you a wide berth, sensing you were upset.

You found yourself a small empty corner with a window. Gazing at the thousands of titans passing outside, you let your mind wander back to the new information you had.

Porco was dead. It felt fake, like the kind of thing you’d have nightmares about. In fact, you’d had almost this exact nightmare several times over the past two weeks. Porco was dead and gone. He’d promised you that he’d die for you, and you’d always thought the worst thing in the world was that you’d have to eat him, watch him die at your own hands. Now you knew it could be much worse. Porco had died away from you. You hadn’t so much as touched him in two weeks, and now, with his body somewhere in Falco’s digestion, you’d never get to again.

There wouldn’t even be a body to bury. The ring on your finger was the only thing left of your fiancée. He could’ve been so much more- he could’ve been your husband, your soulmate, your forever, and instead he was gone.

The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over your cheeks as you hugged your knees.

At fourteen, you’d met your soulmate. At fifteen, you fell in love with him. And at sixteen, you lost him forever.

Thousands of killing machines passed by the window, making straight for your home in Marley. But it didn’t matter. Everything that had truly mattered to you was now gone forever.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #aot #snk #porco galliard #porco x reader #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard x you #aot angst #porco angst #porco galliard angst #tw death #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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marswritesstuff · 7 months

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kinktober day 2: roleplay

pairing: wriothesley x gn!reader

warnings: roleplay, consensual dubcon, power play, wrio calls reader “filthy” a few times

a/n: can you tell i am down bad for him (i pumped this out in half an hour)

“Your Grace?” You timidly entered the Duke’s office, arms nervously folded in front of you. “You wanted to see me?”

“Come in. Sit.”

The Duke’s deep voice sent a shiver through you as you approached the desk and sat in front of him.

“Did you need something from me, Your Grace?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact.” Wriothesley rose from his seat, slowly striding around his large desk as he spoke. “As a convict of the Fortress, it is your duty to obey my every command as your Warden, correct?”

You couldn’t tell where the Duke was going with this, looking up at him with anxiety as he came to a standstill less than two feet in front of you. His hand suddenly came up, gripping your chin with no small amount of force as his eyes bore into yours.

“Answer me, pet. You are my prisoner, are you not?”

“Yes!” You yelped as his hand squeezed your face none too gently. “Yes, sir. You are my Warden, and it is my responsibility as a prisoner to obey you. Why… Why do you ask, Your Grace?”

Wriothesley’s hand released your chin to run through your hair, seemingly rewarding you. “I’m glad you ask, pet. I am in need of an assistant. You likely know that I will take on convicts as assistants for various projects, but I need someone to lend a hand for some more… personal stress relief, if you will.”

You gulped, suddenly very aware of why you’d been called into the Duke’s office. Did he ask for you specifically? Had he noticed your eyes trailing him when he walked the halls of the Fortress? Or, instead, had you caught his eye? Or maybe he had just sent out his guards to find the nearest warm body and send them to his office?

No matter- to find yourself in such an opportune position was a rare occurrence, and you wouldn’t be caught dead wasting it.

You pushed your head against the Duke’s hand gently, responding warmly to his touch.

“I am a duty-bound citizen, Your Grace. Anything you need from me is fully at your disposal.”

“Well then, citizen,” Wriothesley drawled, taking a step back to lean against his desk, his hand slipping away from your hair as you held back a whine from the loss of contact, “on your knees. Now.”

You slid out of the plush, comfortable chair and onto your knees on the hard, metal ground. Sitting back on your heels, you watched with bated breath as Wriothesley undid his pants and pulled himself out.

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but breathe out, scooting forward until you were right in front of the Duke. “You’re so big, sir.”

Wriothesley chuckled, reaching a hand down to tug at your chin again. “You shouldn’t need much direction from here, I presume?”

You shook your head minutely and dove in, intent on being only the best for the Duke.

Wriothesley let out a low groan, hand fisting in your hair and his hips bucking loosely before settling again and letting you move your mouth around him.

If he had looked big, then he felt even bigger, but you persisted, eyes watering as you bobbed happily on the Duke’s dick.

“Look at you,” the Duke groaned, fist tightened in your hair, to the point where it just barely hurt. “So filthy, ready to get on your knees for me when I’ve barely even asked. A ‘duty-bound citizen’, you say? Don’t make me laugh. A filthy convict like you is only good for one thing.”

He started thrusting into your mouth in earnest, taking control of the pace instead of weak and aborted motions of his hips. His hand in your hair became a vice grip, keeping your head where it was while the Duke’s cock kept your mouth obediently stretched open. You moaned around the cock in your mouth, your brain slowly giving up all thoughts except the Duke, inside you and around you and everywhere.

What felt like hours later, the Duke slowly pulled out of you. Unlike the ruthless way he’d been using and fucking you for the past good while, now he treated your body with reverence, cleaning you up in a practiced way.

“Are you ok, love?” The Duke asked hesitantly as he wiped you down. “I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, darling. It was perfect. You felt so good.” You grinned down at your now blushing boyfriend.

When you’d first suggested the idea of playing as a criminal during one of your nights together, Wriothesley had looked at you like you were insane. But from the lust in his eyes during your scene, and his flushed satisfaction now, you knew this wasn’t the last time you and your boyfriend would be putting on this act.

#wriothesley #genshin impact #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley smut #kinktober #genshin smut #wriothesley x gender neutral reader #wriothesley x you

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marswritesstuff · 7 months

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kinktober day 1- pegging

a/n: i literally never write smut pls bear with me

pairing: jeankasa

“‘Kasa, please-” Jean cut himself off with a groan, squirming on Mikasa’s fingers. “You’re killing me, ‘Kasa, stop teasing!”

Mikasa used a finger to tilt Jean’s chin up to meet her eyes, watching him closely as she slowly dragged her fingers out of his hole. Jean cried out, his hands digging into the sheets as her fingers pulled against his walls.

When Mikasa pulled her fingers out all the way, she used the tip of her manicured nail to trace Jean’s rim, teasing his hole and making him whimper and jerk his hips. Her other hand drifted to the sheets by her side, finding the lube bottle by touch and flipping the top. The telltale click of the cap made Jean squirm.

“Still, baby,” Mikasa scolded, pulling her hand away from his rim to press his hips down into the mattress. “Take a deep breath.”

Jean’s chest lifted as he heaved in a breath, his body relaxing as he released it.

“Keep it up, Jean. Just like that. So good for me.”

Mikasa wasn’t always one to dole out praise, but she knew how Jean (and his body) reacted to it, and she was proved right as he squirmed under her hand, hips shimmying even as the rest of his body went slack for her.

The head of the strap Mikasa had been wearing poked at Jean’s hole, now slick with the lube. Jean tensed, but Mikasa’s now free hand, still a little slick with lube, slid up to tangle with his, and he started pulling in deep breaths again. As he slowly relaxed again, Mikasa used her hand on his hip as leverage to slowly guide the strap into Jean. He whined and his breathing hitched, but the solid weight of Mikasa’s hand in his helped him remember to just keep breathing and let her take care of him.

“Just like that, baby, taking it so well.” Mikasa’s hips slowed to a stop as the strap bottomed out in Jean.

“‘Kasa…” Jean trailed off, swallowing hard. “I- I need…”

“Yeah? Tell me, baby. What do you need?”

“Move, please, ‘Kasa!”

Jean’s face leaned up to meet Mikasa’s eyes, desperate and wanting. Mikasa grinned as she pulled back, snapping her hips -and the strap - forward. Jean was certainly in for a long night.

#attack on titan #nsfw #smut #kinktober #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #mikasa ackerman #jean kirstein x mikasa ackerman #jeankasa #jeankasa smut

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marswritesstuff · 7 months

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piercings & polyamory

a/n: i know this is totally out of my usual niche but when inspiration hits after literal months you gotta take advantage of it yk yk

content: nico di angelo x will solace x reader, they/them reader, reader is a hermes kid

warnings: vague description of a home done piercing, piercer knows what they’re doing but is not licensed

- nico di angelo is as close to a professional piercer that camp has.

- nico himself is covered in piercings- it seems every body part of his that can be is covered in black and silver, and tiny accents of gold.

- you are, by far, nico’s favorite “customer.”

- he always loves piercing will, but there’s something about the way you wring your hands while he marks out the piercing, something about the way his sheets bunch up in your fists when he pushes the needle through.

- nico gives you five piercings over the course of two years.

- will sits in for number four- it’s not uncommon for him to hang around the hades cabin.

- after it’s done, after nico carefully slides the jewelry into your lip and you grab his hands and thank him profusely, after you press a few drachmas into his hands despite his insistence that he doesn’t charge and close the door behind you, will rounds on nico immediately.

- “you like them!”

- nico knew that, of course, he wasn’t that emotionally unaware.

- however, whenever he imagined his boyfriend finding out about the secret he thought he’d hid so well, he’d never imagined the joy currently in will’s voice.

- nico met his boyfriend’s eyes slowly.

- “is that… okay?”

- will looked surprised for a second before sitting down next to nico.

- “neeks- did we- did we never have this conversation? wait, ok- nico,” will grabbed both of nico’s hands in his. “hi. i’m your boyfriend. i’m polyamorous. do you have something to tell me?”

———

- while you were showing off your new nico-piercing to your cabinmates, the door to the hermes cabin banged open.

- will solace entered, calling your name, and your cabinmates (the traitors) laughed and pushed you towards him.

- your heart sped up- you’d been nervous about will sitting in on the piercing, because you always felt like your suppressed crush on the son of hades was so much clearer when you were sat in his bed, pliable underneath his hands.

- it was in the same way that your feelings for will felt like they were being dragged out of your chest and right onto your face when he softly sings to you in the infirmary after you’re injured.

- will led you to an abandoned corner of the yard, where nico stood waiting for both of you.

- nico started talking as soon as you came to a standstill, not giving you a chance to get a word in.

- “ok, i don’t wanna give you the wrong impression. you don’t have to answer right now, and if you say no, it doesn’t change anything, i’ll keep piercing you just like anyone else, but-” nico gently grabbed will’s hand. “i like you. like, romantically. and will likes you too, also romantically. and we wanna know if… you’d go out with us?”

- will just nodded along, letting nico dominate the conversation.

- that… hadn’t been what you were expecting.

- it wasn’t like the possibility of polyamory with the two had never crossed your mind - it had crossed your mind a lot - but only ever as a fantasy! you had never expected it to become an actual possibility.

- but you weren’t gonna let such a good opportunity pass you by- “yeah! of- of course i’d want that!”

- will’s face broke into a grin, and nico had a small smile.

- “cool,” nico muttered, pink slowly creeping up his cheeks.

- will chuckled and grabbed your hand with his free one. “yeah, cool! now, how about dinner? the three of us?”