#yandere pieck x reader

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Have a good read.

Day 4 of 31 of the yandere month May challenge. These TWO yanderes clash in personality and in action. As always DARK FUCKING THEMES

No explanation needed, it's in the title.

Yandere!Annie Leonhart and Yandere!Pieck Finger HEADCANNONS SFW AND NSFW

Wow, just wow, how the flying fuck did you fuck up this badly.

You live in Paradis, you grew up with a set of rose colored glasses on your eyes. You were just a child when the colossal titan appeared. That's when your path was made, your path to not only Annie, but Pieck too.

You joined the military training corps and met Annie. You were the only one who was genuinely interested in being friends with Annie. You weren't Beretoldt or Reiner, who were there put of obligation, nor were you scared of her. Okay, maybe a little bit.

Annie killed Marco. She killed him simply because he asked you out. That was enough means to kill him without hesitation.

You trusted Annie with all your heart. When she told you she was the female titan, though. You thought she was learning how to joke, and this was a bad, bad joke.

Things took a turn for the worse when she was captured by the scouts. You were one of the first to be investigated, you lied and said you didn't know. You said Annie seemed normal, and you didn't believe she'd ever be a monster.

Years went by, and it hurt. It hurt to lose someone so close to you, someone you trusted with all your being. Over time though, you slowly got used to it. Got used to the pain of missing her.

You joined the scouts at some point and started working along side Mikasa. You and her became somewhat a pair. Things were good, I mean not really, but you get it.

When you heard Annie was released from her shell, you were one of the first to actually talk to her. Your fear as well as anger that she left you, it was a lot to take it. You love Annie dearly, even if she did hurt you in a way.

Annie clung to you like never before, she practically refused to leave you. She considered herself to not be on a side, unless it was yours. Annie fights for you, and only you.

She would start hiding random things like knifes on her. In case she had to deal with someone for you. She's more than willing to deal with her long time Mikasa problem...

You met Pieck at Marley. You met her when things went south with Eren and everyone was regrouping. Pieck had this voice, it made you feel calm. You didn't tense up as much, you felt safe around her. It was odd.

You felt safe around Annie, but never like this. Never in such a way. You felt like you could trust Pieck, her sweet smile. Her brown eyes always watching over you.

You didn't realise she was conditioning you. She wanted to use to being around her more, being around her eyes and falling into them. She and Annie spent more and more time with you. Their psychotic behavior showing more and more.

You'd wake up and feel someone staring at you. You'd look around and see Pieck sleeping in her titan form...except she wasn't asleep. She was wide awake and was watching you, she saw you move and closed her eyes.

Annie and Pieck took shifts on taking care of you, as well as slowly isolating you from everyone else.

"Pieck, I understand, bit patients is key!"

"Annie if I have to wait any longer, ik going to kill her without hesitation! How dare Mikasa touch her!"

Piecks titan form almost killing Mikasa because she hugged you.

Yep. She, without hesitation transformed, and almost ate Mikasa alive.

Pieck was stopped and knocked out, she didn't seem too happy. Annie on the other hand seemed quite please with the result of this: Mikass leaving you the hell alone, and practically refusing to even look at you.

You noticed in the time everyone was wary of Pieck, Annie and her seemed to be getting along better than before. Much, much, much better.

It was one that started it all. Pieck and Annie had come to a mutual agreement, they would share you. In exchange, you wouldn't love anyone else. You only needed the two of them anyway.

It had been a few weeks and everyone had slowly brushed off the incident. That was until the three of you disappeared. In the middle of the night, all the food, water, weapons, and supplies had disappeared. So had you, Pieck, and Annie.

Most feared the worst, that someone(a yeagerist) had come and taken you three and the supplies. While it was a fair assumption, it was dead wrong.

Pieck and Annie had been planning this for weeks. From the day Pieck attacked Mikasa to the day you all dissapeared.

Annie knew if she attacked Mikasa would have cut her down. The obvious choice was Pieck. Now where would you three go? Hm?

Easy. They were still in Marley territory, and Pieck had done enough missions to know her way around. She knew a small abandoned village near a lake- perfect place to hide away from the world.

The two knew that the world was going to end, and they couldn't stop it. So they did what they could, while they could.

You had woken up in a warm bed, in a pair of warm arms, Annie's arms. You looked around, you assumed that camp had been moved, but when Annie wouldn't let you leave her side. You got suspicious.

"Listen, everyone else is out, there is no point in doing all of this. You need rest, you've been working hard. Go. To. Sleep."

The last part wasn't a suggestion, she was giving you a command. While she hoped you'd take it, if not...it would become Piecks problem. While Annie is good at dealing punishments, she isn't good at. . . non-sexual ones.

Pieck on the other hand can play the role of the angry mother. Teaching her dumb child a lesson. Pieck is the worst of the two, she's mean and she knows it. She has a motherly vibe and uses your weakness to it to her advantage.

You fought her until you finally got out of Annies grip. You ran out only to see no one else around, you were alone. With two very, very psychotic girls.

Annie ran out to take you back it, and that's when you heard it. You turned to see Pieck in her titan form, glaring down at you two. She looked a lot scarier like that, considering she could eat you at any moment.

"Please go back inside."

That all you needed to hear. You ran in. Once you saw the smoke and watched Annie and Pieck walk in, you knew what had happened. What you didn't know, is that this was going to go on until you three died.

And I don't mean from Eren. He was stopped, these two girl. Nothing can stop them.

It took about a few months to see just how crazy they really are. Pieck will kill anyone and anything on sight, she goes fishing in her titan form. Annie cooks, and cleans, she's also the one keeping the knives hidden. Wether to keep her and Pieck safe from you, or to keep you safe from an angry Pieck.

Annie does sexual punishments, as well as mental punishments. She makes you think eveyone threw you away, that they didn't care, and that you were meaningless. Pieck deal the physical punishments, you'd be surprised the strength she has when you piss her off. It usually consists of her holding you in her arms as you cry; dragging a knife against your skin. She doesn't care if you cry out for help from Annie. It wont do much.

"Please don't cry, it only hurts if you move, angel. Please don't move."

You always do though, you get scared and jump. The knife sinks deep into your skin. You cry in pain and Pieck hushes you, tells you to breath and talks you through the pain.

It takes time for you to live them, if you ever do. They know what they're doing is wrong, and mad, and horrible, not that they care. They love seeing you, just seeing you has endorphins rushing through them.

You have night where you cry, you lay down and cry and think about your friends and family. Those are the only nights they leave you alone, they let you be by yourself. Be in your own mind, because they know what it's like to lose so many. They both know you deserve the right to grieve, for however long it takes.

In the end, both girls will find a way in the bed, snuggling up to you. You sniffle against them, and wonder if this is a neverending nightmare.

"Shh, shh, I know, I know you miss them. It'll all be okay, Annie nor I will leave you. Ever."

"Piecks right, we know were not the lover's you need, but were the best you got currently. We will always be here for you."

Annie secretly enjoys seeing you cry in her arms, it let's her know your trust her enough to be weak around her. Pieck likes it because she's secretly a freaky sadist...

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Completely different people. In bed you see(depending on your preferences) the best/worst sides of them. Annie is, rough, and mean(a brat), and a bottom sometimes, and did I mention can go for over 6 rounds!? Pieck is a sadist mommy dom, hard top, kinkier than all hell, and she can go for about 7 maybe 8 rounds.

Both girls have a lot of pent up sexual energy, so while they were sleeping with eachother for a while.(after you three "dissapeared"). That doesn't mean they dont still want you. No in fact, it makes it much worse because they want all of you.

Unless you give them permission though, they wont do it. They'll look at you, think about you, even moan your name while sleeping with eachother. They never touch you until you're ready.

Although once your ready, be ready because they do not stop for a long, long time. At first they're both scared, they think you'll back out or push them away if they're too rough.

They don't wont to hurt you unless necessary...or unless it feels good. Cough cough Pieck.

They're so sweet with you the first night, Annie ate you out while Pieck held you through it, and rubbed you clit. She kissed you all over, and your neck was covered in marks. Both girls truly tried their hardest when it came to not scaring you, they really did!

Over time you started to see their kinkier sides come out. One night Pieck pulled on your hair and made you beg to eat her out, you did as commanded. She was in so much bliss she didn't even see the tears forming in your eyes as she pulled on your hair.

She was apologizing for days after that one.

Annie slipped up one night when she thought you weren't giving her enough attention. She grabbed your throat and told you to give her your love and not just Pieck, or else. She ment it. She started biting your neck and giving you large marks that sure as hell weren't just hickeys.

She felt so bad she was the one begging later. Begging for you to forgive her that is.

There have been times where it's only you and Annie or you and Pieck. The girls do act differently because they don't have to share in those moments. Annie is more bratty, usually she's "corrected" by Pieck. Pieck is rougher, more times than not Annie has to remind her to calm down.

Both have a long possessive streak. They went into a nearby town with you once and saw some girls staring at you. All you remember from that night is blood, the smell of metal, and the taste of Pieck and Annie's tounges in your mouth.

"Mm, so good for me. My little angel, you need all of mommy's love and attention, huh?"

"Pretty thing, you're going to look prettier with my markings on you. We can even show Pieck later."

They have fucked you over a dead body at least once. They find it fun, and you're being fucked so well, you dont even notice.

When you finally tell them you want to see the real side of them in bed, they were both sceptical. They were afraid you run and hide, they were afraid that the work they'd dont would go to waste. You assured them, or you tried to at least.

Finally the two agree. That night was on of the best you'd ever had.

Annie had been repeatedly trying to scratch and bote your throat, she'd do it purposely and sometimes she'd do it subconsciously. She pinned you to the bed and had a momentary fight on who was first to eat you.

Pieck won. She ate you better than she ever has before. Instead of all the gentle teasing from before, now she'd grab your hips and practically force your pussy against her face. She licks, and bites, and nips, and sucks. She does everything differently, she's hard, and rough, and seeing you cry from overstimulation puts her so close to her edge.

You pull on her hair and scratch at her head. You begged for her to slow down, all she'd do is give you a sweet smile and go back to destroying your poor pussy. When she finally decided that she was done, you had to tap out for the night. There was no way you could continue after that.

You watched the two girls have a couple goes a it before coming to lay down with you. A few nights later Annie pounces on you, she gives you a sharp glare. She was mad she didn't get her turn last time, and mad at you for not giving her the time to play with you.

When it comes to eating you out Annie is much meaner than Pieck. She teases you, tests the water, she wants to see how long she can drag things out. She'll listen to you whine, and cry, and beg her to eat your pussy. You'll beg saying you're aching, and you need it, but it doesn't matter. Annie let's you cum, when she believes you deserve it.

She of course at some point does finally give in. She makes things feels better than they ever have before. You have on multiple occasions cried because of how hard you came from her tounge.

Annie and Pieck are such great lovers. They love making you feel good, but they also know moderation. They help calm you down, help you breath through it all.

Aftercare is something else with those two. One is scared to even touch you(Pieck), and the other is still riled up and has a hard time thinking properly(Annie). Pieck always worries you hate her when you're done, she thinks her sadistic tendencies hurt you. Shes has and will cry over it. Annie can barely focus on her surroundings. She either watching you waiting for you to move, or she's angry. With herself of course.

Annie is angry that you might not like it. She's just as afraid as Pieck. She is better at hiding it, yandere!Annie is more emotional and scary at times. This is because she can't control herself around you. She needs you, that includes your body.

Please let them love you. Both girls have gone through literal hell, they need someone, you, they need you. Please be there for them.

DONT EVER SAY I DON'T SPOIL YALL!!! I DO DAMMIT! Anyway I really enjoyed writing this one. It was one if my personal favorites. Please of you are interested in commissions go look at THIS PAGE. (Just click the words). Have a good day/night.

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choose your character

୨୧ eren

jealous eren ✯ nsfw alphabet ✯ eren choking his partner ✯ pussy drunk eren ✯ eren x child reader ✯ drinks on me ✯ car sex with eren ✯ eren with size kink ✯ eren teaching an insecure reader with hip dips how to love themselves ✯ with eren on a beach ✯ eren cheating with you on mikasa  cheater eren  ✯   cheater eren 2 ✯  being erens side piece  ✯ gamer eren  ✯ eren and armin taking your virginity  ✯ eren with pda  ✯ eren and mikasa as parents

୨୧ jean

highschool jean ✯ puppyboy jean ✯ threesome with jean and marco ✯ baby daddy jean ✯ creep jean ✯ heartbroken jean ✯ tired jean ✯ domestic jean ✯breeding kink jean ✯ reiner vs jean x gf in makeup ✯ jean when asking for seks ✯ jean with breeding kink ✯ jean being pussy drunk ✯ jean with goth gf ✯ jean x voyerism ✯ soft jean ✯ jean fucking you only with the tip ✯ jean and red lipstick  ✯ cheater jean

୨୧ armin

mermaid armin ✯ little yandere armin ✯ librarian armin ✯ rough armin ✯ armin x succubus ✯ giving armin a sloppy blowjob ✯ wanting armin to be rougher ✯ giving armin a blowjob ✯ armin with a virgin gf  ✯ teasing armin ✯  scratching armins back ✯  eren and armin taking your virginity  ✯ virgin armin

୨୧ connie

connie with cat hybrid gf ✯ subby connie ✯ reiner and connie cuddling you to sleep ✯  connie fucking you throat ✯ connie fingering you ✯ connie loves your ass

୨୧ reiner

subby reiner ✯ more subby reiner ✯ bunnyboy reiner ✯ subby reiner plus thighs ✯ soft dom reiner ✯ facesitting with reiner ✯soccer captain reiner ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ reiner vs jean x gf in makeup ✯ reiners titties ✯ teaching reiner how to kiss ✯ reiner with size kink ✯ reiner and connie cuddling you to sleep ✯ reiner with reader who likes mugs ✯  bertholdt and reiner with size ki nk

୨୧ erwin

dilf erwin ✯ erwin x somno ✯  threesome with erwin and levi

୨୧ levi

yandere levi ✯ jealous levi ✯ pussydrunk levi ✯ domming levi ✯ levi being a pervert ✯ levi with reader who likes mugs ✯ levi and big tummies ✯ chubby levi ✯ chubby levi 2 ✯ levi being too caught up with work ✯ having an argument with levi  ✯ quickie with levi  ✯ yandere levi 2  ✯ threesome with erwin and levi

୨୧ porco

step brother porco ✯ porco having a crush on his best friends sister ✯ porco and big tummies ✯ motor biker porco

୨୧ colt

little panty-stealer colt

୨୧ bertholdt

giving berthodt handjob for the first time ✯ date with berthodt ✯ bertholdt with yandere gf ✯ edging bertholdt ✯ spicy berthodt  ✯ bertholdt and reiner with size ki nk

୨୧ zeke

training with zeke ✯ what happens after dinner?

୨୧ floch

dominating floch

୨୧ hange

hange in white lacy underwear  ✯ fluffy hange ✯ subby hange ✯ coworker hange ✯ fingerfucking with hange ✯ hange eating out their virgin baby ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ pretty boys birthday ✯ face sitting with hange ✯ too needy ✯ hange with a happy trail ✯ writing poems with hange ✯ falling asleep with hange ✯ modern high school hange ✯ sub hange x dom reader ✯ hange ordering you to touch yourself ✯ coworker hange 2 

୨୧ pieck

pieck´s boobs ✯ having camgirl pieck as your roomate ✯ body-ody-ody pieck ✯ rich ceo pieck ✯ high pieck ✯ scissoring with pieck  ✯ mommy pieck

୨୧ ymir

needy ymir ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters  ✯ historia x ymir x reader

୨୧ yelena

yelena with gun kink ✯ submissive yelena ✯ readers spicy story ✯ yelena fucking your face with her strap

୨୧ hitch

bestfriend hitch

୨୧ annie

annie´s doll ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ mikasa and annie corrupting you

୨୧ mikasa

mikasa eating you out over your underwear ✯ yandere roommate mikasa ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ subby mikasa ✯ breeding kink with mikasa (male!reader) eren and mikasa as parents  mikasa and annie corrupting you ✯

mikasa teasing you ✯  mikasa x erens ex  ✯ mikasa nsfw alphabet  ✯ threesome with eren and mikasa

[niluffa]

RULES ─ niluffa

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR :

attack on titan : eren, mikasa, armin, historia, ymir, reiner, levi, kenny, porco, pieck

chainsaw man : aki, denji, power, kobeni

death note : light, misa, ryuk

demon slayer : tanjiro, inosuke, nezuko, kanao, genya, giyuu, obanai, sanemi, mitsuri, shinobu, kokushibo, akaza, gyutaro

jujutsu kaisen : yuji, nobara, megumi, satoru, suguru, toge, sukuna, toji

my hero academia : keigo, katsuki

naruto shippuden : sasuke, sakura, naruto, neji, hinata, shikamaru, temari, minato, tsunade, kakashi, gaara, itachi

THINGS I WON’T WRITE ABOUT :

noncon/r@pe, cnc, sub!reader, male!reader, dom!character, incest, stepcest, pedophilia/minor x adult, scat, piss, feet, any weird fetish, yandere, character x character, self harm, animal hybrid!reader

(BASIC) DNI :

racist, homophobia, pedophilia

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Rules ☆☆

☆ this is a jjba and (now) aot x reader blog (parts 1-6 right now for jjba, all 4 seasons for aot)

☆ I write angst, fluff, suggestive content but not straight nsfw (as of right now)

☆ I write for jjba! you can assume I write for any characters through parts 1-6, but I have the right to deny any request I receive

★ favorite characters from jjba: jotaro, josuke, kakyoin, giorno, trish, and jolyne ★

☆ I also write for aot now! I'm up to date with the storyline (have seen it all) so I could do any character, but I may not do certain characters

★ favorite characters from aot: jean, sasha, eren, pieck, hange, and reiner ★

☆ I am fine with writing about serious topics (mental illness, insecurity, etc) and have no specific scenarios off limits as of now besides from yandere! character x reader

☆ I will tag trigger warnings with tw [thing] and don't hesitate to tell me if I forgot a tw on anything!

☆ I'll also do matchups! Send in information about yourself and I'll pair you with two jjba characters. Be as specific as you'd like and the matchup will be even more personalized. Important things to include are your romantic preferences and your own pronouns. If you send multiple messages please use a symbol/emoji/etc to tie them together!

this will be edited as I continue to write

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Pieck Finger Masterlist

Tired Mommy! A HUGE WIP

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Attack on Titan Main Masterlist

(i accidentally posted this on my main blog instead of my backup, oopsies)

I WILL ADD MORE

Eren Yeager Masterlist

Levi Ackerman Masterlist

Hange Zoe Masterlist

Erwin Smith Masterlist

Mikasa Ackerman Masterlist

Pieck Finger Masterlist

Reiner Braun Masterlist

Annie Leonhart Masterlist

Ymir Masterlist

Zeke Yeager Masterlist

Armin Arlert Masterlist

Jean Kirschtein Masterlist

Connie Springer Masterlist

Porco Galliard Masterlist

Credz to @/ tonystarksproperty

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April bullies day 2 - The twist of fate

Pairing: Yandere!Armin x bully!reader;

Genre: college au, smut, one-shot;

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, blowjob, vaginal penetration, breast worship, titty fucking, beating, breeding kink, lactation kink (mentioned kinda);

Synopsis: Armin purpusfully makes you fail at tests, which leads you to start bullying him. What you don't know, however, is that Armin has been eying you for a while, or more specifically - your tits.

Note: so this will be more like Armin bullying the reader through academics, while the reader bullies Armin back phisically.

For the third time in this month, you had failed your test at Professor Erwin’s class, and you were so frustrated that you were ready to punch the culprit in the face. No, not the professor, but the school’s goody two-shoes Armin fucking Arlert.

It had been Armin, who reported you at the first test for “copying” his work, which lead Erwin to fail you at the test. On the second test you tried double-teaming with Annie, but again Armin reported you.

So, on this test you were smarter and instead copied Armin’s notes from the preparation lesson, while the former went to pick his daily cappuccino. But as it turned out, the specific technique for solving problems you copied from Armin had turned out laughably incorrect, which lead you to think that Armin made wrong notes on purpose as it would be no trouble for him to use the correct technique during the test. And boy were you right.

Luckily you only shared three classes with Armin, all taught by Professor Erwin and as it turned out those were the only classes you were failing at miserably. So, as a retaliation you began to corner Armin and occasionally throw a punch or two at him as a warning. Yet that didn’t stop him one bit.

What you never came to realize was the fact that there was an ulterior motive behind Armin’s actions. He purposefully failed you in hopes that you might come around and ask the guy to teach you some stuff. He had offered you his help once, but you obviously refused, partially because you thought that he was taunting you.

Even though Armin purposefully wore larger clothes that seemed to practically give him the appearance of a “halfway there anorexic”, that was far from truth, but it worked in regard of people thinking that he was a nerdy weakling.

It would be no problem for him to stop you, as you cornered him again and aimed punches at his face, splitting his lip and giving him a nosebleed, but also here there was a hidden motive. Not that he was a sub or masochist, in fact he didn’t enjoy getting bruised up, but during all of these beatings his face was extremely close to your body, and he was able to get an amazing view of your breasts, hidden under your tight-fitted uniform blouse.

On the occasions when you got more eager with your punches, your breasts would slightly jiggle, sending all the wrong thoughts to Armin’s head, that would ultimately make him hard and force him to deal with it as soon as you were done.

Unfortunately for him, it didn’t take long for you to see where his eyes landed, causing your face to twist in disgust and leave him as he was. Fearing that you might not corner him anymore, Armin filed a complaint to the headmaster and got you a one week long suspension, during which you missed another test at Professor Erwin’s class.

As soon as you returned you went straight to your gang, consisting of Bertoldt, Reiner, Porco, Pieck, Annie and Marcel with the idea to talk them into beating up Armin FOR REAL, but you ended up only informing Porco and Bertoldt, since you knew that the other’s wouldn’t support such actions, even if they all were your friends.

So here you were, behind the school, where there were no cameras nor people in sight, watching as the boys were beating Armin up, while you watched with an evil grin.

As Armin was thrown to the ground you walked towards him and bent down, prompting Porco to lift Armin’s head up by the hair as Bertoldt kept him down.

“You love these Armin, don’t you?” you asked rhetorically, while palming your breasts. Armin was breathing harder as if trying to give you an answer, but even if that was the case you cut him off by a harsh slap. “Listen to me you disgusting, little shit! If you report this to anyone, I’m gonna tell everyone of how you were harassing me, and my boys only intervened to save me from your assault.” You threatened, still wearing that wicked smirk.

There were no words to describe your satisfaction upon learning that Armin explained his miserable state by saying that he fell down at the bleachers and what’s more – he even stayed home for the next week, to treat his injuries.

With your given freedom of the whole week, you managed to write your fourth test, that you had missed and even made arrangements with Erwin on which dates you could retake your three failed tests.

You were even happier, when upon his return to school, Armin offered an apology for upsetting you. As means of showing how sorry he was, he offered to give you all the correct answers from all three previous tests, however, only if you would come and collect them at his dorm, since the principal had “warmly advised him” that after lessons he should stay in his dormitory, so that “accidents like these” (clearly the principal hadn’t bought Armin’s excuse) wouldn’t happen again.

“Yeah right! Like I’d ever go to you room, where you can give me hell without anyone ever hearing about it. If your truly so sincere, then you’ll bring me those answers to MY room.” You shot back and left.

This encounter ticked off some fear in you, so you invited Bertoldt and Porco to stay up late at your room at the dorms. Dressed in your comfortable pj’s the three of you decided to play Uno to pass time.

It was around 11PM that a knock echoed at your door. Seeing your worried expression, Porco went to open the door, only to receive a hard punch to the face. It was Eren along with Jean, Connie, Mikasa and Armin, who looked feral and ready to kill, save for Armin, who seemed rather calm and collected.

“I brought you your answers.” He said with a smile, lifting a small pile of papers in his hand while the rest of his gang absolutely destroyed Porco and Bertoldt and dragged them out of your room, closing the door behind them.

“Well, since you were too lazy to come and get them by yourself I oh so graciously came to hand them o-” Armin didn’t get to finish his sentence as you quickly smacked him across the face and bolted for the door. However, you were greatly outmatched by the speed of his hands that found their way around your body, pulled you in a tight grip and threw you back on your bed.

Armin walked across the scattered papers and got on top of you. Not wasting any time he ripped open your pj’s shirt, releasing your breast, he was so obsessed about. “You know, I never got the chance to answer your question the other day.” He said making you confused. “The answer is fucking YES, I completely adore these.” He said while his large hands palmed at your tits.

“I’ve been loving them for quite some time…well…ever since we started college, I guess.” He confirmed and wrapped his mouth around your left breast, taking in as much flesh as he could fit.

You tried to punch at his arms and get him off of you, but found yourself facing a brick wall of muscles. From what you saw in every day, he seemed thin like a twig, but once you actually got to feel more of his body instead of just his face, it was clear to you that you had been deceived.

Annoyed by your actions, Armin took both of your wrists in one hand and brought them over your head. “Don’t worry pretty thing, Imma take good care of your tits and I’m sure you’ll like it.” He declared, before licking up through the valley of you breasts and wrapping his lips around your right bud, while his free hand played with the other.

Armin used the flat of his tongue to lap over the roundness of your mouth, took your breast in, only to release it with a loud pop and repeated this action till your nipple was rock hard.

“Fuck. If this keeps on, I’m gonna cum in my pants. Guess we shouldn’t waist this opportunity.” He said, finally releasing you from his death grip, which had bruised your wrists. You massaged them softly, while Armin discarded his clothing. Seeing him in his full glory your eyes went wide and you attempted to flee once more, but again were stopped by the blonde.

“Listen sweet tits, cause Imma say this only once!” he said in a low, dark voice. “If your gonna be disobedient I’ll make sure that you have an accident so awful, that your eye will fall out, and after that I’ll proceed to fuck your empty socket and come inside it, fill up your brains with my cum, so you’ll be only able to think about my dick!” he threatened.

You only nodded weekly, but in response Armin gripped your throat with an angry scowl, “Use your fucking words y/n!” to which you sobbed out a “yes” as a confirmation.

“Excellent! Now lay down on your back and press your tits together, so that I can fuck them properly. Use the whole potential, ya know.”

Obediently you layed down on your back, forcing the sides of your tits around Armin’s cock, just as he had asked. You swallowed the painful not that had found it’s way in your throat as Armin’s hands were planted near your head for balance and his hips began to thrust forward.

He didn’t shy away from moaning out a yes and a fuck, whenever the pleasurable sensation got to strong for him. Not being satisfied only with the friction, he prompted you to open your mouth, so that the mushroom of his cock could enter past your lips.

You had never seen, never even imagined that Armin was actually like this. That behind that nerdy, angel like appearance remained hidden a demon. A demon, who was using your tits for his own twisted fantasies.

Armin gripped your head to get even more of himself inside your mouth and demanded that you press your tits together harder.

“Holy fuck y/n, this is a hundred times better that I could ever even dream of!” he proclaimed as he neared his inevitable extasy. One, two three, a few more thrusts and he released a huge load in your mouth, a lot of it spilling out as you rose up choking and trying to clear your throat for oxygen.

While Armin fell back, you quickly grabbed your torn shirt and used it to wipe away as much of Armin’s essence as you could, as well as the tears that had fallen from your eyes. You threw away the shirt and rose up from the bed, only to be pulled back down with Armin on top of you. “Not yet, let me stay more.” He said rather pleadingly.

So, there you were, laying against your pillows with a blank expression, releasing soft mewls now and then as Armin sucked and pulled on your breasts with his mouth. You were beyond embarrassed that a tiny wet spot had formed into your pj’s shorts, and you were eager to get the off of you.

This session continued on for a good part of half an hour before Armin finally pulled away with a smile, proud of your tits that were now sore and full of marks. You met his eyes with your own angry ones. “You know, it actually fucking hurts you retard!” you grunted. “I could’ve gone easier if the milk would’ve come out sooner, so I had to go overboard.”

Your eyes went wide at his response. “That’s now how it works you idiot! You should know that only pregnant women have…wait.” You suddenly stopped yourself from talking any further as an evil, mischievous grin graced Armin’s lip.

“Exactly! Just imagine how big and beautiful your breasts would get, ah, and all that milk that would come out once you were too full of it.”

You didn’t like where this was going, but Armin sure as hell did, because in few moments your shorts were torn apart as gracefully as your shirt was and his cock was already prodding at your entrance.

‘Wait, hold it, I can’t become-, I-I’m a virgin, please, I don’t want this.” You sobbed and anxiously tried to reason with him. Armin didn’t give you any response, but instead he sheathed himself all the way in and gave your neck soothing open-mouth kisses, while you were struggling to adjust with his length.

“Don’t worry baby!” he said before beginning to slowly move. “I’m smart, I already have a remote job, that I’m working during my studies. Once I graduate, I’ll already have a lot of money for us and it won’t be hard to start a new life, since last week I found out that my grandfather had left all his inheritance, including the house to me.” He continued on as his thrusts grew faster, knocking some air out of your lungs. “Since your academics ain’t that great you’ll make a perfect housewife, taking care of the house, making me dinner whilst awaiting my return from work and raising our kids.” He explained.

A tear rolled down your cheek from the mix of emotions that were exploding in your brain. You felt as if Armin had been preparing his whole life, just so he could take you away from the world and plant you in his little fantasy universe.

In response, Armin hugged your bodies together and brought all of his desire, passion and love into a kiss, which he planted on your lips. Your reflexes kicked in and you kissed him back. You gripped him tight as well, feeling safe in his embrace from the frightening reality. You felt more safe, more secure, and more daring as you finally didn’t compress your moans, but instead allowed them to brush over Armin’s eardrums, signalizing a sort of acceptance to whatever crazy ideas he had planned out for the two of you.

Armin’s breath became shakier right before he released his seed deep inside of you and you followed him soon after.

He repositioned you so that he could tuck you and himself under the blanket and just like many other nights to come, he fell asleep with his face buried in your breasts.

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[ficsforeren]

This blog is going to reach 5k followers soon! YAAAY 🎉🎉🎉 As a way to thank you, I'm gonna write a FILTHY threesome smut. Please choose one from these four scenarios below:

SCENARIO #1

Pairing: Yandere Knight Eren x Reader x Manipulative King Armin

This one is gonna be super rough and filthy, like I'm talking almost Game of Thrones level of disturbing. Imagine the three of them having sex in the throne room. Armin is wearing his majestic king outfit, princess reader in her beautiful gown, eren is wearing these clothes:

and they're having sex with king armin fucking her mouth while eren takes her from behind. Imagine Eren curling his fingers around armin's throat, smirking at him as he says, "With all due respect, your highness, your wife prefers to be fucked like this." and armin staring back at him with his chin tilted up high, answering "Who do you think you are? You're just a knight. I am your king." it's basically just them going at each other's throat while they're fucking her, I'm so sorry 💀

SCENARIO #2

Pairing: Soft Knight Eren x Reader x Soft Prince Armin

so if the throne sex isn't your cup of tea (weak LMAOOOO) then you can choose this scenario where the two boys are trying to prove who can love her harder and who can make love to her better. there would be a lot of corny romantic lines being thrown here and there as they have sex

"Princess, look at me," Eren says, holding onto her as Armin slowly thrusts his length inside her from behind. "Do you love me? I need to hear you say you love me, please. I can't stand seeing you with another man like this."

"Princess," Armin chimes in, peppering soft kisses along her spine, "Focus on me. I can make you feel good too. I'll make you feel like you're the most beautiful woman in the world."

probably will end up with one of them crying and that's not gonna be princess LMAOOO

SCENARIO #3

Pairing: Rockstar Eren x Reader x Model Armin

A.K.A THE TRUE ENDING OF THE LAST SONG imagine rockstar eren and model armin all dressed up nicely in black suits. they're having sex in armin's house, with yn lying on top of his grand piano. two boys just letting their hands roam her body up and down, getting competitive with each other. eren is super possessive and dominant, while armin gets a bit too desperate.

imagine rockstar eren sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette as he watches his wife resting her palms on his knees, trying to prop herself up as Armin fucks her from behind. he looks bored, unimpressed, "Come on, Armin, you can do better than that. Harder," he tells the other man, even when his wife is already whimpering from how good and how fast Armin is fucking her.

when Armin is finished, Eren grabs him by the neck and forces him to sit on the same chair. he then pushes his wife down, making her sit on Armin's lap as Eren spreads her leg wide apart. "Hold her for me." armin obeys.

"Now, watch," Eren says, taking one last draw from his cigarette before he flicks it away, "I'm gonna teach you how to fuck her cunt." smirking at you, he asks, "you're ready for daddy, baby girl?"

SCENARIO #4

Pairing: Rockstar Eren x Reader X POKOPIKU

yep, you read that right. this is going to be a foursome where rockstar eren and yn get to have sex with her besties porco and pieck. imagine pieck and yn making out while the boys watch with their jaws hanging low. yn turning her head toward them, smirking as she says, "Your turn now, boys."

Pieck just shoving porco's head toward eren so they can make out. Imagine pieck making fun of eren as she rides his dick, probably saying something like, "I've always thought you look cute. I would love to see how that face of yours would look when I peg you, baby." and Eren is just 💀💀💀 this scenario is definitely gonna be a lot funnier than the others.

TAKE THE POLL HERE!

Now, these scenarios are only going to happen in her dream, so they don't have any connection with the real story. It's really just me trying to find an excuse to write another filthy threesome I'm sorry 💀💀💀

Shout out to my best girl Sandra @the-princess-button for sharing her ideas with me. I know for sure she's gonna vote for yandere eren LMAO

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[iiraven]

Odyssey

Pairing: Poseidon!Armin x Reader

Genre: romance, smut

Warnings: slow-burn, minor character death, manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, Yandere behaviour, puppy play, piss play, body worship, throne sex, implied age-gap, oral(male receiving), hair pulling, collaring (without consent)

Word count: 9.8K

Synopsis: Armin’s quest for revenge leads him to you, daughter of a merchant and object of his infatuation.

Author’s note: thank you @bubbleteaimagines​ for hosting this collab and allowing me to join <3 Also, thank you @onyxoverride​ for teaching me how to write about pee!

Attack on Titan Masterlist

Present day:

If the river could speak, you wonder what it would say.

In the silence that surrounds the rushing of the water, you’re sure you would hear it. Sometimes, you’re sure you can hear it, but then you remember the dangers of trusting unfamiliar voices. Especially unfamiliar voices in a place like this.

No one goes near the river Shiganshina. And you forget the reasons why much too often.

It’s rocky, slippery, there’s no path to walk on, and the nymphs grow sharp teeth when men approach them, hissing and eyes glowing red. But that’s what makes it perfect for you.

Sasha first mentioned the river months ago, recalling the places on the island that her and her father avoided whenever they went hunting. You hadn’t paid much attention to it until days later, when Connie recounted with round eyes how Floch’s body was found beside the river Shiganshina, mouth full of water and eyes gouged out. You knew you needed to go there yourself.

A pearl necklace is what you stole. And under the guise of going to wash clothes at the well, you made your way south of your small island with only Sasha’s vague instructions and your intuition guiding you.

You could hear the ocean as you walked through the untouched woods, your heart hammering in your chest every time the waves crashed against the island’s cliffs. You weren’t allowed to see the ocean- you weren’t allowed to be around any large body of water, for that matter- but you still knew your island well enough to know that a step in the wrong place could lead you tumbling down the cliff.

You would die before you got to feel the water on your skin and that, you thought, would be the most tragic part.

As your feet began to sink into the muddy ground, you could smell the salty water, and a slight metallic scent behind it that only drew you in closer until you reached a clearing. It was small, crowded with foliage with only a few dead plants on the ground where you could only assume people had attempted to step foot.

And there was the river. It was small, its water emerging from underground before the tide pushed it to the edge of the island- to a waterfall. So loud that it could drown out any noise, any screams. You shivered. For a moment, you just stood back and watched. The water was was green, but so clear that you could still see the fish swimming beside the floating objects. Coins, silver, small statues, and whatever else hopefuls had tried to offer. You pulled out your own offering and whispered a short prayer before throwing the necklace in.

It could have been your imagination, but the water calmed. It was quieter. And, like that, you felt as if the river had opened up its arms to you. Strong arms that you have to be cautious not to spend too long within lest you get trapped.

Thankfully, you’ve learned to read the signs. You know when the river wants you to leave, when it wants you to keep your distance, when it wants to keep you close, and even when it wants you to bathe. Those are the special moments. It’s rare the river is calm enough for you to dip your naked body into, but surrounded by the cool water, you feel like you could stay their forever.

If the river could speak now, however, you’re sure it would tell you to fuck off.

Either that or it would tell you to come back when you have something more to offer its god than a single golden bead from your grandmother’s necklace. Only three are left on the thin string, though you think you might keep the last one to honour her death. After that, you’ll have to go back to offering coins and whatever other trinkets that will keep the god of this river sedated long enough for you to dip your feet into the cool water, maybe take a sip, and then return home before your father realises where you’ve been, much less where you’ve been unchaperoned.

The latter is hardly your fault. Sasha and Connie are too scared to step foot in the Shiganshina forest, let alone the river itself. And you can’t trust anyone else to accompany you, especially the servants whose tongue could slip at the drop of a golden coin. Your father would never forgive you for spending time in the territory of the God of the Ocean or- as he liked to call Armin- the destroyer of seas. And thus, being left alone seems to be the only way.

Well, that’s unless Mr Arlert decides to join you.

The owner of the stable who appeared on the island out of nowhere is the last person anyone would expect to be brave enough to spend time at the river Shiganshina. He mostly keeps to himself, only ever seen tending to his horses or immersed in scrolls of literature and poetry. And yet, he’s here almost as often as you are, almost as vulnerable as you are.

Despite his solitary nature, Mr Arlert has been quick to make himself adored. Mothers swoon over his charm, scholars constantly indulge in his curiosity, and sailors are fascinated by his knowledge of the world and its oceans. He’s no warrior, and already in his late twenties, but he’s still without a doubt one of the most eligible bachelors on Paradis. And, yet, to any marriage proposal sent his way, he declines with a polite “A husband is not what I am fated to become”. Even Annie Leonhardt- whose father Mr Arlert would constantly visit- had her heart broken. But no one blames Mr Arlert, of course, who was there to comfort Annie, to make her realise that she just needs to be a better person, that’s all. It’s not his fault her heart broke, Mr Arlert reassured.

Thinking about it now, you’re amongst the handful of women who haven’t been offered to the tall blond. And with that comes a sigh of relief as you drag your fingers through the water.

It’s not like you dislike him- the opposite, actually- but being with Mr Arlert is like taking the hand of an invisible man in the dark and letting him guide you.

His words constantly have your thoughts spiralling in directions that they shouldn’t be. Thoughts about leaving the island, thoughts about going to the ocean, thoughts about becoming a priestess. Thoughts you aren’t allowed to have.

You fate is bound to the home you were born in, a thick rope tied to your ankle, only letting you go as far as this very river. And Mr Arlert sits beside that rope, a knife in his hand, blue eyes staring into your soul, waiting. You’re not sure what he’s waiting for. But what you’re sure of is that to be taken away from the life you know of is an inconceivable fantasy. The unknown is a dangerous thing, after all.

The small island of Paradis may lie far away from the rest of the world, but their core values remain the same. A woman must grow up to either serve her father or her husband. Your fate has already been decided for you. And, frankly, if it means not having to share a bed with an old man who marries you for your dowry, you’re very happy with taking care of your father until the day that he’ll be put into the ground.

But then there’s always the third option. A woman who serves neither her father nor her husband will serve her god. 

You had never been given that option by your god-hating kin. Simply suggesting a future as priestess would earn you at least five lashes, so why… why can’t you stop thinking about it? Your instincts have you blame Mr Arlert, but you know that your fixation began before he arrived on the island; all he’s done is vocalise your thoughts.

As a gust of wind blows the leaves and the salt from the sea gently caresses your cheek, you wonder who your god would be. Do you resonate with Pieck’s beauty, or Zeke’s creativity? Maybe. But as you look into your reflection, you know that your god is no other than Armin, the god of the ocean. The fates must think this is hilarious, but you just want to scream.

“It’s getting late. I wouldn’t want your father worrying about you.”

You jump at the sudden voice, turning around at the familiar face, leaning against a tree with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Mr Arlert.”

His footsteps are so gentle, as are his apologies.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve come to invade your space, after all.”

“It’s not my space, it’s Armin’s. The god is only letting me stay here.”

He smiles a knowing smile, one that you would usually find patronising on any other man. But Armin is charming, too charming for you ever to think that of him. “I suppose you’re right.”

He comes to sit down beside you, taking his usual place at your right- the voice of reason. It’s quiet for a moment, before you remember.

“Lemnos,” you say.

The blond smiles. “I’m not named after a place.”

And you roll your eyes, as you’ve done every time he’s given you a useless hint. “That hardly narrows it down.”

“Well, I can’t make it too easy of a game.”

“You can’t make it impossible either!”

“It seems like I already have.” And you’re not sure if you want to wipe the smirk off his face or just stare at it.

“What about Tree?”

Arlert laughs. “No, but you have one guess left.”

“What?!” You sit up straight, eyes wide. Now you really want to wipe the smirk off his face.

“You have seven guesses, and in the eleven months we’ve known each other, you’ve used up six.” His explanation is calm and rational enough for you to almost convince yourself that the rule has been there from the start.

“Wait- wait. I never knew about this!”

“I thought everyone did. It’s traditional wager rules.” Mr Arlert’s tone is sorry, but you know he’s everything but. So, you cross your arms and pout, hoping that staring him down might at least give you the smallest chance of winning your wager.

He leans forward, mirthful and you feel a shiver go down your spine. “What is it, little puppy, sulking because you’re afraid you can’t win?”

You flush at the implication of your loss- “No- no not at all- no”- before registering his actual words are and only then can you feel the heat rise and you’re sure it’s doing you no service. “I know I can win!”

“I know you can too,” he assures you.

You frown. “Are you being sarcastic?”

It’s his turn to flush. “No, not at all! You can win- the water god favours you, after all.”

And although you shrug, his words stick. They always do.

Before you go home, you pass by Armin’s temple and place at the foot of his statue the remainder of your grandmother’s necklace.

A year ago:

Amrin knew how fickle the gods were and he thought that this knowledge made him impervious to those feelings. He watched how Eren jumped from woman to woman daily, how Reiner picked and chose his battles without a care, how every single fixation a deity would have never lasted more than a year. He thought of how stupid it was to spend a life of immortality indulging in such temporary pleasures. And he looked down on his kin for that very reason.

It was only after one argument too many that Armin finally let it slip. The god of the sea was usually quiet, offering soft smiles, casual conversation, and minimal conflict. That was his only rule: keeps quiet before the gods of the pantheon as he takes his anger out on the humans below. But that day, he forgot about his rule.

Maybe it was the years of silence that caused the Eathshaker’s outburst, or maybe it was just Eren’s bored expression as he talked about his mistresses in front of Mikasa. Armin couldn’t take it. Gathered at a marble table beside all the Olympians, he scowled and told them how stupid they all were.

“Don’t you realise? You’re all wasting your immortality by being so idiotic, so fickle! Everything you touch becomes a temporary pleasure, ruined by your inability to act like real gods.”

He should have stopped; he really should have stopped. But the crack in the glass bridge had been there for years, and now the shards of glass were dropping down into the sea. “You might as well be human!”

The room went silent. Eyes went wide, and mouths gaped, but the gods opted for silence. Every deity wanted to speak up, maybe even draw their swords, but they were more intelligent than Armin was in that moment, which was more unusual than one might think. He had never snapped so violently before. Armin may have been aggressive, but he knew his place. Knew when to be docile. Now, he felt like he could crumble Olympus itself with his rage and bury the Olympians with their dead parents.

The king of the gods, however, leaned forward. His emerald eyes were unmoving, devoid of emotion though his lips tilted into a monstrous grin.

“You’re just as fickle as the rest of us, brother,” was all Eren said.

When Armin lunged at him, knocking the fine glass off the table, it was Mikasa who pinned him down. Arms locked behind his back, all Armin could do was watch as mirth flooded Eren’s face, and the god of the sky laughed. The bastard laughed and laughed and licked the small wound on his hand from a shard of glass. It healed immediately. Even their pain was temporary.

And like he had been doing for the past millennia, Armin found solice in his only rule: if he couldn’t take out his rage on his brother, Armin would take out his frustration elsewhere.

His first instinct was to find a woman, but the thought of seeking out temporary pleasure, from a mistress no less, reminded him too much of Eren. So, he descended to earth, trident in one hand as the other gripped the reigns of his horse and they rode for three days and three nights. That’s all it took for the god of the sea to find what he was looking for- someone deserving of his hatred.

There are many humans like the merchant. But most of their hatred is silent. And when it’s not, blasphemy often falls upon deaf ears. The merchant just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when his drunk rambles led him up on the deck screaming out Armin’s name like it was venom in his throat, until he could scream no more. He was drunk, but the merchant’s hatred for the god of the sea did not cease when he was sober.

And when Armin heard his name, the god wasted no time calling forth a storm to sink the merchant’s ship. He took care to ensure that the arrogant man watched each and every one of his men be swallowed whole, their bodies only resurfacing lifeless, before the storm calmed.

It took five days for the merchant to swim back to his island.

He never returned to the sea.

As the weeks passed, he relocated his home to help him stay away from any body of water and made sure that his family followed suit.

But Armin followed, and the merchant’s father died weeks later with saltwater water found in his lungs.  

Unfortunately, that was not enough to sedate the god of the sea’s need for vengeance. Fortunately, it was not enough to sedate the merchant’s hatred either. The hubris didn’t leave him. Instead, it just grew and grew and grew until the merchant considered himself more of a god than Armin would ever be.

“Oh, oh.” Armin couldn’t help but smile as he watched the man urinate before his temple. “This is perfect, so perfect.”

Armin was going to show his uncaring brother how different he was from the rest of the miserable Olympians. As he stood above the island of Paradis, golden hair blowing in the ocean wind, the god vowed to begin his Odyssey. An eternal Odyssey. A journey that would last longer than the ten fleeting years he had with the Greek hero- a journey that would last longer than the universe itself.

And he knew exactly where to begin. A man’s most valuable possession: his child.

It was only after your grandfather’s death that Armin noticed you. When he first began watching the merchant’s household, under the guise of either a guest or a bird, he had been surprised to learn that the blasphemous man had no wife, nor children. Armin only realised his mistake one night, when you came to lay a blanket on the drunk man’s barely conscious body. The merchant had pulled you towards him, muttering apologies and you had wrinkled your nose before offering him a soft smile. “It’s okay, papa”.

A daughter sheltered from the world, it seemed.

The god had initially thought you were one of the servants. There were only two in the house, and your tasks were all similar. But as Armin began to watch you closer, he saw how you did have a life outside your home with friends, interests, men- a life your father was blissfully unaware of.

The merchant hardly left home- playing the part of the sick man- and you took care of him- playing the part of your dead mother- in a happy sort of agreement.

You didn’t speak about it to your friends, but you detested your doting role. Armin could tell. The way you wrinkled your nose every time your father walked through the door, the eye-roll when you were given a load of laundry. The god couldn’t help by laugh at how pathetic the merchant was that not even his only daughter- his lifeline- cared for him. The merchant didn’t know, of course. Your fake smiles and gentle hands were enough to deceive him, keep him sane. But Armin was going to break that pattern.

The merchant didn’t deserve the care of a woman. He didn’t deserve anything. So, Armin was going to take you away from him.

His initial plan was to kill you. Simple, efficient, quick. And then he thought of dumping your body somewhere far so that the search for you would break your father’s spirit even more. He hesitated, though, he wasn’t sure why, but he did. And then, you changed your routine.

After meeting up with the two individuals you called your friends at the Sunday market- instead of going back home- you carried on walking. Through the houses on the outskirts and into the dense trees, you almost stung your sandal-clad feet twice before reaching a river. The river had no god of itself, but you still threw in an offering and muttered. Stupid human. And then you sat beside the river and- nothing. Your routine was boring, obviously a ritual to let you escape from reality. Yet, he couldn’t tear away from you. The woman at the river Shiganshina was a different one than the woman who served her father. The one here relaxed her shoulders, cursed at the world around her, smiled- albeit randomly but it was real. He decided there that he would kill you tomorrow.

But when, the next day, you led him back to the river, Armin was lost in you again. Lost in your honestly, lost in your need to escape. He wanted to see more, he needed to see more. Metaphorically, of course. But when you began undressing, the pleated robes dropping to reveal soft skin and tender curves, the god of the sea realised that he wouldn’t mind literally seeing more of you. Armin had been with goddesses and nymphs and, hell, even Aphrodite herself, but never had he been this awestruck. He had to hold himself back. Even though the way you were bathing made it seem like you were worshipping him, water dripping from your body, wet hair hiding the swell of your breasts. Armin’s breath stuttered. He couldn’t reveal himself. He couldn’t.

So, he watched, and watched. Trying desperately to take in everything you were from a distance. Armin didn’t count the number of times he visited you before finally decided that killing you was no longer an option. He told himself that his change of mind was progressive. A practical choice to draw out his revenge into the most painful and convoluted Odyssey. To do that, he couldn’t kill you. No. He was going to take you for himself. Armin was going to turn the daughter of the merchant into a servant of the one God he detested.

Putting the thought into your mind was pathetically easy. As you walked past his temple on your way home, an echo of laughter emerged from the marble building. You paused for only a moment, but it was enough for Armin to catch the look in your eyes. It was one of longing, mixed with a curiosity that threatened to pull you in. But you seemed to catch yourself in the act and hastened yourself home.

And so, Armin’s true Odyssey began. 

For his journey to progress, he had to meet you. Not as a bird or a horse or through glances as a guest. He had to meet you properly. This was the only way to draw you in, he told himself. The only way for you to submit completely and willingly.

Armin could have forced you too your knees, but he had to ensure that your father watched has his daughter chose Armin over him. And chose Armin you would. Every piece was in perfect place. The fates seemed to have woven a beautiful cloth of gold for the god of the sea.

What he failed to realise was that the cloth was in fact a snare- a trap which he will never be able to escape from.

Eleven months ago:

A short gust of wind had the pears in your thin basket tumbling down onto the rocky ground. You rushed after the fruit, crouching down to pick it up when a shadow appeared, and a hand reached out to pick it up for you. The sandal-clad feet were pale- paler than anyone living on this warm island and the robes a fine, ironed white. He somehow seemed to glow brighter than his clothes, and you purposefully let your fingers graze his as you picked up the fruit.

“Thank you,” you said, standing up.

You were hoping that he wouldn’t catch your staring. But even if he did, you couldn’t tear your eyes off him. He was lean, taller than you but not intimidatingly so and his eyes were like oceans that you found yourself staring into as he introduced himself as Mr Arlert. Just Mr Arlert. The new owner of the stables with a voice so soft, it took a moment before you remembered to introduce yourself.

“Y/N. And thank you, again.” It isn’t appropriate for an unmarried woman to be talking to a man on her own, but you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you have a first name Mr Arlert?”

His smile was contagious. “I do. But names are a powerful thing. I’m afraid I can’t give mine up freely.”

“Oh.” You scrunched your nose. “Can I pay for it then?”

You were dead serious, but the blond man laughed. How can someone look so pretty when they laugh? You wondered.

“I’m serious! I can pay you; name your price.”

Mr Arlert looked down at you, blue eyes twinkling. “I’ll think about it.”

“So, is that a no?”

“It’s a no, for now. One day I’ll tell you my name.”

He was sweet, so sweet, but you still gave him a sceptical frown, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing. Mr Arlert in turn gave you a sorry look before his eyes lit up and he pulled out from his brown satchel a small book of yellowed pages and a dusty blue cover, the gold embossing hardly visible. You nose only scrunched further.

“My name is in this story. It’s mentioned few times, but it’s an important one,” he said to you.

You took the book and flipped through the worn pages, immediately recognising the tale of Aphrodite and Ares. The lovers.

Why the challenge? You wanted to ask Mr Arlert but you knew the answer you your get would be too cryptic. Besides, you think, I like a challenge.

“How long do I have?” You asked instead.

“A year and a day.”

“And what will I get if I figure it out?”

At this, he pondered. But it seemed feigned, and you wondered, just for a split second, if the man had planned this from the beginning. But why? This was another one of your questions that went unanswered that day. Because before you could say anything more, Mr Arlert leaned forward and said, “Your reward will be divine”. And he walked away.

Nine months ago:

Life was well after Armin arrived. There was no other way to put it. Your father was confining himself to his room more often than before, and you were finding more opportunities to visit the river, leave the house and, eventually, you met the handsome baker’s son. Jean was kind, a gentleman, but not the arrogant type like most the men your age. You didn’t even feel too much guilt when you thought that spending a future with Jean- taking care of him and his home- wouldn’t be too bad. It’s quite pathetic that your life had been reduced to not being “too bad”, but the idea of marrying Jean sat on the comfortable line between reality and fantasy. Safety.

And then you were visited at the river.

Mr Arlert wasn’t even surprised to find you there, he had just smiled and sat beside you as you clenched your fists and forced yourself to smile back at him. You had always enjoyed him, his company, his challenges, but now it was like he was provoking you. The river Shiganshina was your river, your special place away from the hellscape that was the town. And now Mr Arlert had brought himself and his ordinary life into it.

You pulled your sandals back on, the crease in your brow evident. He clearly couldn’t get the hint. But before you could stand up, he spoke, and you paused.

“I wish I could jump in and swim away,” he said.

Curiosity got the best of you, as it often did with the man.

“The waterfall would kill you.”

The awkward laugh again. It had an effect on you so that your jaw couldn’t help but unclench. “If it means that I get to touch a waterfall, I wouldn’t mind, you know?”

You knew. You knew exactly what he meant. But you didn’t tell him.

“Didn’t take you as the suicidal type,” you said.

“I might get saved, who knows.”

“If you’re counting on me to jump after you, I’m letting you know I won’t.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I was thinking of more of a divine rescue.”

You finally looked at him, and- unsurprisingly- his blue eyes were glued to yours. What was surprising was his unwavering tone, his straight face. Mr Arlert was being serious. Why was he opening up to you this suddenly? So far, your interactions had consisted of him staring, you trying to guess his name, and him continuing to stare. In that order. You knew there was more to him, but it’s only now that you found yourself wanting to seek that out.

“You think Armin would save you?” You didn’t miss Arlert’s smile.

“I’m hoping I’ve gained his favour- done enough for him to allow me freedom via waterfall.”

It was your turn to smile. “You probably have, You’re at the temple often.”

“Thank you.” He blushed and you quickly pushed down the thought of how cute he looked. Sitting beside you, trousers rolled up and feet in the water, Mr Arlert looked more than cute. He looked like he belonged. You weren’t sure how that made you feel but, in that moment, you didn’t mind him entering your world.

“I think you would also be saved if you jumped into the waterfall,” Mr Arlert said.

You laughed. “Is that your way of saying I’m a nice person?”

“Something like that.” He paused. “I think Armin would appreciate your- uh- honesty. You’re like a priestess.” He laughs nervously at your expression. “You know, they have this personal affinity with the water and such.”

You knew exactly what he meant. How a stranger could read you so perfectly, you weren’t sure. But as you hid your smile between your hands, you wondered whether you were prepared to face the fear of the unknown. Maybe, with Mr Arlert, it would be a bit less unknown.

A few days later, Jean was announced missing. A search party was sent out and even Mr Arlert, on his recently acquired brown horse, couldn’t find him.

Present day:

Armin isn’t sure if he likes playing the part of the nice boy or not. Humans are simple creatures who praise him continuously and, without divine responsibilities, there is no need to take his rage out anywhere. But a god is who he is, and every day, he yearns to be seen as one. To be seen as one by you. He watches as you worship him, but you never look at him- not like you do the statues, or even the small river which you think is your only true connection to the god of the ocean.

You both want more, and you both know that, but you only ever admit it to each other when you sit beside that very river. There, in those moments, Armin feels a bit more like a god. Whenever he’s around you, he feels a bit more like a god.  

He’s told you before, but your perfect honesty has made it easy for him to unravel around you. He wants to unravel around you in other ways, too, and he wants you to unravel around him. Armin can’t count the number of times he’s sat beside you at the riverside and wanted to do nothing more than to kiss those lips of yours, to press the hard cock that he hides inside of you and watch as your eyes roll back, and you call out his name.  

But the God of the Sea is not Eren. Armin will earn you. And he’s very close to doing so. Not Mr Arlert. You have no interest in human men, that much is clear. You yearn for something more powerful. And you’re right. Only a god is worthy enough to stand beside you, lay between your legs, be in your arms. Mr Arlert is simply a means to push you to realising that the god in question is Armin.

In the meantime, he’s been nothing but patient.

It’s only when you come to his door one night, eyes puffy and red, that he lays his hands on you for the first time. He rubs your back as you cry and cry, fat tears refusing stop falling. You tell him about bout your father. About how, since he got better, he’s been refusing to let you out of the house, snapping at every moment and accusing you of being a filthy god-worshipper.

“He s-sai-d- he said we’re ‘gonna move away- said we’re gonna get as far away from the s-sea as possible.” You can hardly speak, though the tears have stopped, your voice still shakes violently. But Armin listens, he holds you close to him and repeats that everything is going to be fine.

You can’t stop thanking him as you leave, and he promises that his door is always open for you. “Whenever you call for me, I’m here,” Armin tells you. “Right beside you, always,” he adds as he watches you walk away.

He’s reached a new chapter of this Odyssey.

Present day:

You suppose your father’s death should have been expected. He was an old man, obviously depressed, and his only lifeline was his daughter who hated him.

You also suppose you should feel guilty. You don’t.

Familiar faces give their condolences and whisper questions of what is to happen to you now. You only pay heed to Sasha and Connie, though, who give you a soft hug before Sasha tells you that her family would be happy to take you in. You reassure her and everyone else that you have a plan, though your best friends are the only ones who seem to believe you.

“I heard Marie has a son who’s single, maybe they can-“

“You’re not actually talking about marriage here are you?”

“Well, the girl is all alone in the world, now! She needs a man to lead her on the right path.”

The old women are wrong, so very wrong. You don’t need a man. You’re fucking sick of men- sick of them all- everything they’ve created and everything they stand for.

What you need is a god.

The head priestess of Armin’s temple in unsurprised when you knock on her door with nothing but a bag and the clothes on your body. Those clothes are burned soon after, along with many of your other things, leaving your old life behind.

She tells you that you’re lucky there’s a place for you. The last priestess left running off with a man, “Which is a cardinal sin”, she makes sure to repeat every-so-often. The head priestess seems to hate men more than you do, sneering whenever Connie comes by.

Sasha and Connie are unsurprisingly shocked at your choice of work and even if they visit almost every day, they always tell you that they miss you. They think you’ve come the temple out of desperation- everyone does- and you let them believe. Because despite cleaning the marble floors or whatever other arduous duty you’ve been given, a smile is never far as you realise that you’re free from man. Indeed, explaining the truth to anyone would be far too difficult.

Well, except one person.

You’ve never missed anyone before. Not with your father keeping you so sheltered for most of your life. But as you push through the Head Priestess’ relentless schedule, you can’t help but miss Mr Arlert. He disappears after your father’s funeral, so you leave him a note at the empty stable with your final guess. You like to think he decided to follow his own path, you also like to think that he too wishes you were beside him, a guide in the unknown.

Present day:

The room is a box of marble, with a throne sat upon a dais at the centre and one fountain at every corner, each one sculped into a horse. The object of your interests, however, is the large bowl of water on the floor in front of the throne.

This is your initiation. You will emerge from this room not as an apprentice, but a Priestess.

You kneel down and lift the pot of clay to your lips. The head priestess kept on repeating how important it is to not put it down until you’re finished. So, you gulp the water down until you can see the image of Armin. You’re the one who selected the pot, with its faded paint depicting Armin and Hange’s fight for patronage of Sina. It’s a powerful image, but when you put the pot down, you come face to face with something very different. Armin is standing in a room-this room, you realise- and crouched down before him is a young woman, looking up in awe. It takes bit longer of a moment for you to realise that the woman is you.

Looking up slowly from the pot, the first thing you see is sandal-clad feet. Golden sandals, just as fine as the robes he wears, draped in perfect waves. The first word you think of to describe him is divine and it’s indeed accurate because-

“Mr Arlert.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

But you know that’s not correct. The man- no, not a man- before you is taller than Mr Arlert, by a foot and a half at least. His muscles are more prominent that the stable boy’s ever were, strong legs visible through the large slit between the layers of fabric draped over the god’s figure. Half of his shoulder-length hair is tied back using a golden pin whilst the rest frames his perfect, perfect face. You can’t help but think that Armin looks nothing like his statues- no medium of art could capture the ocean within his eyes, glowing in the dull light of the room. Then again, the stories didn’t capture the way the god acts either.

“Armin,” you say, this time your voice louder.

Now, you know.

His sad smile is familiar, but there’s something there that never was. “Oh dear,” he says. “I’m afraid you’ve lost out wager.”

Armin can’t help but compare you to a puppy, with large eyes staring up at him from your crouched position and an expression a perfect mix of excitement, curiosity, and shock.

You reach out a hand tentatively, but it hovers in the air between the two of you once you notice Armin’s raised brow. But he doesn’t rebuke you for it. After all, it’s only your first encounter with the god. He can’t expect you to behave perfectly, to adopt the right etiquette- no, he’ll have to train you first. Like he would a baby mutt. The thought makes him smile.

“I’ll accept any consequences, my god,” you say. Your voice sounds so sure of itself, so unlike your usual ramblings, those that Armin could and would listen to for hours. Right now, though, the certainty, it’s laced with desire that sends blood rushing south. You don’t notice. You’re too lost in his eyes to notice anything.

When he places his hand on your chin to hold it up, he can feel you shiver. “Such a perfect little worshipper,” he says. “I couldn’t possibly punish you.”

Armin can swear he sees disappointment in your eyes before he turns around and walks up the dais. The marble of the throne is cold beneath him, but the sight of you looking up at him with such longing is enough to warm him up. Now, Armin is sure you’ve noticed his growing erection because you crawl towards the dais, not yet climbing it, but close enough to see and lick your lips.

“Let me thank you at least, Armin.” He almost groans at the sound of his name. God, he wants to hear you say it over and over.

“Come here.”

And you climb up the dais only to pause before Armin leans forward and grabs your hips. Two lips, as if led by an invisible string, meet. You kiss like you’ve been waiting years for Armin and, in a way, you have. His tongue is inside your mouth quickly and he’s kissing, sucking, letting his teeth gently graze your lips as he revels in the feeling of you. As your bodies lean against each other, you can feel his heart hammering against your own. His chest is stone, but his lips are so soft and your hands find his golden hair. It’s also softer than it looks, and Armin can’t help but let out a moan as you gently tug.

When you pull back, his pupils are blown. “Thank me, then,” Armin says, breathless.

Sitting between his legs, your hand is tiny compared to his cock, and you can’t stop staring at it. Long and somewhat slender, but veiny with a flushed red top- he can see you gulp before you take an experimental lick at him. Armin’s hold on your hair only tightens and you look up at him, doe eyed and seemingly innocent.

“Put it in your mouth, pretty girl,” he says, guiding your head gently. “So obedient- Yes, exactly, just like-ah- just like that.”

But he doesn’t need to push down- no- he lets you set your own pace only because you do it so perfectly, almost as perfect as the wet noises you make. Armin doesn’t have time to be surprised, he’s just able to react fast enough to suppress his own moans so he can hear your wet tongue caress the base of his cock, as your lips create the perfect o-shape to accommodate him. Your drool is everywhere in a matter of seconds- his balls are coated with it, and so is your lap, where the spit seeps through the thin white fabric you call a robe.

“Like a puppy,” he murmurs. And you look up quizzically. “You’re drooling over me like a desperate puppy- a puppy in heat,” he grunts. “You just want to please me, don’t you? ‘S alright, puppy, I’ll let you do that.”

If you could nod your head, you would. Instead, your cheeks burn, and Armin is so lost in the way that you look- not even able to take his entire cock in his mouth- that his hips begin to buck unconsciously. He hits the back of your throat, and you gag at the sudden impact, but he hisses and murmurs “What a good, wet hole. So good, good-”

The earthshaker is afraid that if he speaks any louder, his voice will slur into incomprehensible sultry sounds. But as you struggle to take his cock even deeper into his mouth, he lets out groans that go straight between your own legs. You moan around him, and the reverberations make his head roll back. God, you could stare at him forever. And he would let you.

“Look at me,” he says whenever your eyes go astray. “Look at your god.”

As his hips buck more violently, Armin can feel the pressure in his lower stomach, the impending orgasm and he wants to stop- wants to hold out the way he always has. But he can’t, it’s too much and he just cannot pull out of you. He simply pushes further and further into your tight throat, repeating your name like it’s a blessing. “fuck, puppy, ‘m going to- I’m going to cum down your throat. You want that, do you you’re your god’s cum- ah, fuck, ahhh”-

Pushing your head down to the base, both of his hands at the back of your head, Armin cries out you name and you can feel the warm liquid go down your throat, thick ropes filling up your mouth, some of it dribbling out. Armin reflexively pushes it back in your mouth, ordering you to swallow it all, to show how grateful you are. Of course, you oblige. But before you can even regain your breath, Armin suddenly pulls you off his cock. His pupils are dilated, and he wears an expression- anger? Shock?

“You’re not a virgin,” he hisses, teeth gritting against each other. His breath is frantic, uneven. It’s not a question and you begin to recognise his expression. Rage. “You’ve done this before.”

Fuck.

The God of the sea has his fair share of consorts and mistresses. Some of them virgins- though he never chases them the way Eren does- some of them not, but none have made him cum so fast. He would like to blame it on the year of pining, of restraint, but he knows better. It’s you. You do this him. You make him so wild, so willing, so pliant even. 

In that moment, as he looks your worried face, so desperate to please, he thinks that he’ll never be able to let it go. You’ve consumed Armin and he wants to do nothing more than burn eternally. You must understand that- that you exist as his beacon, that’s where you’ll be your happiest, but those thoughts are too complex for a human. You, in your fragile state, can’t understand. It’s alright, he’ll just have to show you bit by bit that you’re his. But to do so, he must first take on the role he’s familiar with. That of the punisher.

“Who is he?” Armin snaps.

“It was only-“

“Who is he?”

You pause. Memories of nights spent together, huddled close and trying to keep quiet already fading. “Berthrolt Hoover.”

Armin’s shoulders relax, “I see.”

His breathing slowly goes back to normal, and, at the back of your mind, you know you’ve signed the young warrior’s death. But your worry is fleeting as Armin grabs you by the neck and hoists you over his knees, laying you down on your stomach effortlessly. “A priestess who isn’t a virgin?”

You look up as see Armin’s familiar sweet smile, but it’s laced with mirth that makes you forget the Mr Arlert he was before. You cry out at the first slap of his hand on your ass, more out of surprise than pain.

“I don’t think the people of Paradis will be very happy to hear that,” he says. “An unmarried woman giving herself away to a pathetic boy.”

Slap!

“I’m sorry!” you cry out. “It was a mis-”

He slaps you thrice.

“No excuses, dumb little puppy. I’m afraid you’ll have to endure this punishment.” His voice is deceptively soft, as if he is actually sorry. And when you look back up at Armin, his face betrays no malice. But it doesn’t show any cruelty either. Instead, there’s a fascination.

Armin has you sprawled across his lap, at his mercy and he is discovering you bit by bit. As a god. His cock twitches and then suddenly he tugs off the fabric of your robes and they disappear.

The way you squirm is half- hearted, and Armin has to laugh. “Embarrassed? Now of all times? I didn’t know you were such a prude. Or is this all just to compensate for the fact that you’re a whore in my temple?”

You shake your head, “I swear, I’ve never belonged to any man!”

Fingers trace the expanse of your naked body, soft enough to send shivers down your spine. “Oh? Really?”

“Yes yes, I swear, ah!” His fingers find your naked ass and they grab onto the flesh, massaging, groping, feeling you. Armin’s other hand rests on top of your head, stroking it gently and you’re so lost in his touch that you almost forget to speak.

“I belong to no man, I never have. Only you. It’s always been you, Armin.”

The god’s eyes widen, and he gently pulls you up from his lap only to seat you on it, upright and, this time, there’s so much more to admire. “You’re right,” he says. Armin captures your lips and this time, it’s longer, rougher. He doesn’t want to pull back, doesn’t want to lose the feeling of your soft lips against his, but his hands have already found your breasts and soon, his tongue joins them. You moan as he begins to lap at your breasts, leaving hickeys and spit in his wake as his finally finds your nipples and begins sucking them like a child as you whine and lean into him.

“You do belong to me,” he finally says, his voice partially muffled as he loses himself in the worship your breasts. “You’ve always belonged to me.”

And you can do nothing more than nod your head as your fingers tangle in Armin’s hair and you’re pulled into another kiss. His hand goes down your body, squeezing every single mound of flesh as if it needs to be touched so that when he finds your cunt, Armin can’t help but smile at how wet you are.

“Already, but I’ve hardly done anything to you?”

What a liar, but you don’t have a chance to tell him before he plunges a finger inside of you. “Oh, puppy, my puppy,” he groans at the contact the same time you moan, pushing your hips against his digits. “You like my fingers like that inside of you?”

“Yes, yes, I do, I really love them- it feels, oh my god, it feels too good!” you grip his shoulders, unable to do anything but desperately buck your hips at the smiling Armin. He knows what he’s doing, he knows that his fingers are giving you just that satisfaction, but it’s still not enough to bring you over the edge.

“Please Armin, please.” You squeeze his shoulders.

“Tell me what you want, tell me, I’ll give it to you- I swear.”

“I want to feel you, all- ah- all of you. I need to feel you inside of me!”

You’re not sure at which moment Armin removes his robes, but as he moves both of your legs so that you’re straddling him, your hands are on his bare, lean chest. The god’s nipples are flushed pink and pert, practically calling to you and you respond by brushing your fingers over them and watching him twitch ever-so-slightly in response. You withhold the urge to take them into your mouth, even as Armin rubs his cock against your cunt, releasing the sweetest of sounds.

He’s already leaking precum and it mixes with your juices so perfectly, his cock being dragged back and forth, only making you gush even more. “So messy,” he mumbles as he uses his tip to spreads your juices across your thighs. At this point, you can practically feel it throbbing, ready to be sheathed inside of you and the whimpers of your desperation echo against the temple walls.

When Armin slips inside of you, simultaneous gasps escape your lips. The god pulls your body closer to his as you throw your head back, stars in your eyes.

“Look,” he whispers. “Look how easily I slip in- it’s- it’s like your cunt is made for me.”

“Armin,” you whisper back. “Armin, Armin- ah- Armin.”

He sinks you down slowly, the stretch hitting every single spot that leaves your legs practically limp. The god is holding you up, whispering his own mantra that you can’t hear over your bliss. Once inside, your eyes look lock with Armin’s and he’s staring at you in a way he’s never done before. You’ve never seen pupils so dilated and the two of you stay like that as if making up for the moments when you should have been connected in this way. An eternity, it seems, the two of you have needed each other.

“I’m your god,” Armin finally says. “I’m your god and- hng ah-” He begins moving you up and down his shaft. “And I’m going to make you cum all over this cock- okay? All over your god’s cock.”

You nod your head pathetically as he lifts your hips and slams them down against his own. He is strong, ruthless in the way he bucks his hips up every time he lifts you from his cock, as if he can’t bare the empty feeling of not having your tight pussy clamped around him. At this relentless pace, you’re sure that the sound of your connecting bodies could penetrate even these marble walls. And yet, you don’t hold back. Thanks and praises spill from your swollen lips and Armin can’t help but lean forward and push his tongue between your mouth, as if he can absorb all of your word. “So good, so good, it’s- uah- I just want more, more of your cock, you fill me up so good!”

Armin can’t deny you. He pushes your thighs to your chest and picks up your entire body to fuck himself. He manoeuvres your body like a toy and as your tongue rolls out and your eyes become glassy, you begin to look like one too. The only sounds coming out of your mouth are incomprehensible, even as Armin attaches his mouth to one of your bouncing tits, you can only squeal.

“Such a good puppy,” he says between kisses. “Letting me use her holes like this. A god using a puppy’s holes- you should be- you should be grateful! Tell me, tell me you’re grateful!”

“I am!” you cry out. “I am grateful!”

“Good girl, good puppygirl.”

When Armin flips you over, you’re sat on his throne and he fucks into you harder, harder than he was doing before, and you swear his moans are louder too. He’s looking down at the movement of your stomach as if hypnotized by the way his cock disappears into you. And, in a way, he is. The fascination of being inside of you- just the idea even- is enough to make him want to cum.

The sudden position has him hitting new spots and the build-up is so fast, you hardly have the time to warn him. “Armin, Armin I’m cum-“

He grabs your face as you release around his cock, body spasming but unable to look away as Armin’s gaze burns through you. “Good girl,” he says. “Show me, show me how you cum. Just like that, just like that.”

He continues to plough his hips into yours and the spasms of your pussy leave him unable to hold back. “Inside of you,” he practically growls. “I’m going to cum inside of you- yes, yes, yes I am puppy. I’m going to cum inside of you and you’re going to show me how you take it yeah?”

You’re too far gone to even register the implications of what he’s saying, but he buries his cock in your warm walls and releases his cum inside of you with a heavy groan. “Just like that, just like that- I’m going to fill you up with my seed, puppy, my puppy.”

Armin feels like he’s emptied his balls- two powerful orgasms which leave his legs shaking violently. And yet, he pulls out of you slowly and stands back up to his full height, cock in front of your face. Almost instinctively, you rub your cheek against it, giving Armin soft kitten licks and he coos at you, stroking your hair. But he doesn’t push, he just holds his cock there and pumps softly as he stares at your fucked out face. Messy, covered in his spit, his hickeys, his bites, his cum- you look perfect, divine. Only one thing is missing. “I’m going to give you everything I have, puppy. And you’re going to take it, okay?” You nod and open your mouth for him and, immediately, a strong stream of pee emerges.

At the bitter taste on your tongue, your eyes roll back, and you spread your legs even wider, a welcome to the mess he is about to make. Armin accepts and angles his cock to release his pee over your chest, then your stomach, and then your already-throbbing cunt. He lifts a foot to rest on the throne and Armin doesn’t think he’s even seen such a beautiful sight in his life.

As if guided by an implicit will, Armin’s foot hovers on top of you and suddenly, he presses against your lower stomach. Your eyes snap back into focus as you whine out for him to wait, wait just a moment “I just had water,” you cry out. “It’s gonna- It’s gonna come out!”

But Armin simply grins. “Let it come out,” he says and presses his foot down harder. “Pee yourself dumb little mutt, be a good puppy for your owner.” The trickle that emerges is involuntary, but Armin’s grin is wider. “Yes, good girl, just like that. Let me see more, let me see more of you.”

The pressure that was holding the bowl of water back broke and you felt the warm liquid against your thighs before you realise what’s happening. Armin practically moans as he watches you whimper and struggle to hold your pee back as it spreads over the throne, the dais, and even Armin himself. He doesn’t stop until you’ve given it all to him.

You expect Armin to disappear. 

You’ve given him everything. His goal is complete, you think, he has nothing more to do with you. But, as he has done many times before, the god surprises you. Armin’s body is heavy against yours when he collapses on top of you, but the weight is comforting. Despite the malaise of urine and cum rubbing against both of your bodies, you wrap your arms around the god of the ocean and hold him close. 

Even as you close your eyes and lean your head back on the marble throne, Armin doesn’t leave you. Even as you open your eyes back up and see blue ones staring back at you, the look he gives you is so familiar and long hair in such unfamiliar disarray that you can’t help but smile.

He doesn’t ask why. Instead, Armin calls forth a stream of warm water from the adjacent fountain to clean the both of you. It feels like a fever dream the way floating droplets caress your bodies, and when Armin stands you up, his hands not leaving you, the perfume that suddenly envelops you is heavenly.

“Can I give you a last kiss, please?” you ask when your robe appears once again. And Armin leans forward to capture your lips, dragging his tongue on your bottom lip as if to taste you.

It doesn’t feel like a final kiss. You’ve had many of them- Jean, Sasha, Berthrold, your father, and even your mother, though you can’t remember it. This kiss is different. It feels less like a kiss and more like a promise, a vow. a shiver runs down your spine. 

“I am your god,” he says and lifts his both of his hands slowly to wrap around your neck. “And you’re my worshipper.” You gasp as a cold sensation spreads around your neck, just below Armin’s fingers. It’s sudden, and heavy and when he removes his hands, yours fly to your neck and there’s a metal band there where there was none before.

“It’s sculpted from Hephaestus’ gold,” Armin says as he strokes his fingers along the metal. But he’s not looking at his gift, instead he looks at you. 

“Armin- I- this is. But why?”

For the first time, he can’t read your expression. But it doesn’t matter. You belong to him. You always have, but now you know. And if it takes time for you to understand, Armin can wait. He’ll wait right beside you, always, always there to guide you.

“This is not the end of my Odyssey. My Odyssey is eternal,” he says before giving you another short kiss and disappearing, the warmth of his lips still present.

The gods might not all be fickle, you think, so you just smile sadly. But the gods are all selfish, so you touch the collar around your neck.

A/N: This is my first ever collab and I was- as still am- a bit insecure about how this story turned out so I appreciate all of your support ❤️. I would also like to apologise to my fellow history nerds for the historical inaccuracies. 

#armin x reader #armin arlert #armin #armin x you #eren mikasa armin #eren aot #AoT #AOT headcanons #aot levi #aot smut #aot fanfiction #aot fanfic #snk smut #snk fanfiction #snk eren #levi attack on titan #tw piss kink #tw piss play #tw choking #tw collar #yandere armin arlert #tw stalking #throne sex #tw obsessive behavior

[drakenology]

𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯... 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶 ;)

𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔰! 𝔩𝔢𝔱'𝔰 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔢𝔪 𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢.

@bakugosbratx - baby eyes - Mafia!Bakugo x Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Some non-con, blood, murder, Mafia Bakugo, Fem! Reader, bdsm, sexual intercourse, size kink, degrading, orgasm denial, Stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, etc.

@miriobaby - Risky Weekend! - Bachelor!Izuku x Reader

dom! izuku, cheating (with the reader), under the influence sex, just pure smut and a tad bit of fluff. IF I DO NOT SEE YOUR AGE ON YOUR BLOG, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR BLOG!!!!

@kiridarling - In Limbo - katsuki x kirishima x reader

warnings: f!reader, time travel sex, guns, prostitute/stripper idrk!reader, tw!blood (non-descriptive), dacryphilia, squirting, spit roasting, d-penn, shower sex, multiple rounds. minors dni!

@loveatsutani - priscilla - aran x stripper!reader

cw: sugar daddy!aran. stripper!fem reader. mentions of alcohol. exhibitionism. car sex.

@katsukisbunny - Villain!Deku x Reader

@sleepyrintaro - Gojo X Card Dealer!Reader

@nomadmilk - A Diamond in The Rough - Hawks x Reader

Warnings: Smutty Smut, Sex Work/Prostitution, Reader is a Sex Worker, Alcohol and Drug Use, Shady Business Practices, Daddy!Kink, Hawks falling in love with you but in a crazy way, Lingerie, Blood and Injury, Violence and Death, Threat, Slight Manipulation and Coercion, Derogatory Use of “bitch”, Over stimulation

@lumos-flies - Sugar Sweet Baby -Pieck x SugarBaby!Reader

Warnings: Cunnilingus, ass eating, implied exhibitionism, reader is a sugar baby

@savorysatori - Blue Lounge - Bartender!Hanamaki x Stripper!Reader 

warnings: under the influence. Praise, teasing manner. dumbification, slight exhibitionism at the end. stripper!reader. Oral, (f!receiving), alcohol.

@kohito - StreetRacer!Mahito x Reader 

@dailuna - Atsumu X Burlesque!Reader

@macnevercries - colorblind- Kirishima x Prostitute!Reader 

warnings: size kink, prostitution, oral(giving), penetrative sex

@bakugous-trauma - Unfavorable Guidance - Shinsou x Reader

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, Smut 18+ MDNI please, , mentions of alcohol, mentions of murder, minor character death, sex under quirk use, spitting, degrading, swearing, manipulation, unprotected sex. 

@itadrkori - izuku x reader

@theehoneybunii -

#vice city 🎲 #vice city masterlist 🎰 #im v sorry if this is ugly i tried my best

[lostinwildflowers]

Reverse AU with AOT Boys(Fictional Reader and Real Characters)

Erwin Smith x Reader, Levi Ackerman x Reader, Zeke Yeager x Reader, Eren Yeager x Reader, Reiner Braun x Reader, Bertholdt Hoover x Reader, and Colt Grice x Reader

Summary:

Word Count:1.1K

Warnings: EDITED as of 7/08/2021 to only contain slightly suggestive topics, otherwise fluff

A/N: Hello anon!! I hope this is what you had in mind😅 I only did 5 for each, just so I could get to everyone! Hope that's alright :) Enjoy! - Birch <3

Note: (Y/f)= Your fandom

Erwin Smith

~ This man is the ultimate simp. There is nothing about your character that he doesn’t know. He could probably recite every single word you’ve said in the manga and in your anime.

~ He loves your sass and personality, he thinks you are one of the greatest characters ever designed. Loves your backstory and baggage, it’s something he can relate to.

~ 100% reads fanfics of you. He likes to imagine soft scenes about waking up next to you and making you coffee.

~ Will slap a bitch if they insult your character. He is very protective over you, while his friends simp over your best friends figures.

~ He’s just a total nerd about everything that is you as a fictional character.

Levi Ackerman

~ Not quite the “Fanboy type”, but man is he knowledgeable on your character. He knows the small details of your story and plot, all of the choices you made with reasons behind each one.

~ He probably follows your voice actor on all of their socials, just to hear the voice that portrays you in your anime. Loves to hear other people try to talk like you on apps such as tiktok or youtube.

~ Doesn’t have a problem shipping you with your love interest, but when they mess up or break your heart, he wants to be the one to fix it. BUT HE CAN’T.

~ He will end up staying single because he would only ever want to be with one person, and that would be you. No one would be able to live up to you in his head, so he settles for being alone.

~ I feel like he would turn on your anime just to listen to your voice while he cleaned his kitchen or did laundry. Your voice grounds him and he doesn’t really understand why.

Zeke Yeager

~ He reads the mangas religiously. He likes the plot of your main story, and will go back and re-read just for the fun of seeing his favorite panels.

~ I can see him drawing or sketching fanart of you. He’s not a professional, but he will upload his better works to tumblr or pinterest. He tends to do line arts, as he doesn’t have to worry about coloring or clean lines.

~ He will argue with Eren on certain aspects of you or lines of dialogue you have said. “What do you mean you think she likes her best friend? She obviously is in love with the love interest!”

~ He totally writes fanfiction based on you and is a pretty big author. He’s known for his lengthier au fics.

~ LOVES to go to conventions with Pieck/Porco/Reiner. Drags them through all of the shops where your anime and manga are concerned. He’s so in love with your character and he can’t even deny it.

Eren Yeager

~ LOL the first thing that comes to mind for Eren is that he probably listens to audios of your voice with unholy thoughts

~ But for real he probably finds comfort in your voice talking. He lives for the soft inflections of your voice, whenever you are happy or sad. He keeps these thoughts and feelings to himself though.

~ Totally nerds out with Armin though. Deep into the lore of your story and side arcs, how you made your current allies and best friends. 

~ He reads dark content of you all the time and you can’t tell me otherwise. Get an f in the chat for any fluff, toss that shit out. He likes the angst and yandere/tsundere stuff on the dark side of the web.

~ Will repost and reblog fanart of your character, but let's be honest. He cannot draw for shit. But he loves to make gifs and aesthetic posts that match your vibe.

Reiner Braun

~ You are his comfort character, your voice and story soothe him whenever he is feeling stressed or overwhelmed by life.

~ I get this weird feeling that Reiner is really good at drawing?? Like is that just me?? He probably joins a discord server and shares his drawings of you on there. Everyone loves them and asks to make them their pfps or something.

~ You cannot tell me he doesn’t sing along to the intro of your anime. It’s god awful, totally flat and not in the correct key whatsoever. But he knows every word and that’s saying a lot. LOL.

~ Has to keep Gabby out of his room because he doesn’t want her to see all of the small gizmos and gadgets he has from your fandom. She one time broke his favorite bobblehead of you and he cried for a week straight.

~ He just enjoys everything about your character and what you stand for. You’ve always had a strong set of morals, so he really looks up to your character in that sense. Not to mention, YOU ARE GORGEOUS!

Bertholdt Hoover

~ He is totally the quiet fanboy!! His friends don’t really know that he’s into your anime that much. BUT HE SOOOO IS.

~ He likes to draw doodles of your face on the corner of whatever paper he’s writing on. He doesn’t think he’s that good until Reiner catches a glimpse and says, “Hey, isn’t that Y/n from (Y/f)?”

~ Conventions? Awe heck yeah. He loves to go to any and all conventions for your anime. He will dress up as your love interest, and HE FINDS A SOMEONE COSPLAYING AS YOU AND PRACTICALLY FALLS IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.

~ He really enjoys the fact that you aren't like every other main character in the other animes he watches. You are something special and he really appreciates how you treat others.

~ In the end, major simp. He wishes upon every shooting star that he could be in your world, and that he could see you in the flesh. Baby boy better keep on dreaming.

Colt Grice

~ He is the ultimate simp and you cannot tell me otherwise. Colt absolutely kisses the ground under your hypothetical feet and would skip in front of you tossing rose petals if he could.

~ Most definitely has all of your mangas in physical copies kept on a shelf. No one except for him is allowed to touch or read them, and he constantly has to kick Falco out of his room just in case.

~ I feel like he is more into the manga than the anime, as the anime always skips his favorite parts. Don’t get me wrong, he watches every episode the second they come out, but he prefers this physical paper copy of you in his hands. It makes him think you are more real. Such a sweetie.

~ He doesn’t have many friends to talk to about you, as he is constantly surrounded by Gabi, Falco and their crew. He probably runs a fan page on Instagram or Tiktok and that’s where he gets his fill of talking about you.

~ Lowkey is only interested in people who look like you IRL, so all of his partners somehow resemble you. Falco constantly teases him because he can’t tell apart Colt’s lovers cuz they all look the same. LOL.

#erwin smith x reader #levi ackerman x reader #zeke yeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #reiner braun x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader #colt grice x reader #erwin smith x you #levi ackerman x you #zeke yeager x you #eren yeager x you #reiner braun x you #bertholdt hoover x you #colt grice x you #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan season 4

[maries-gallery]

𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒔

series :

Burned out 

Summary :  The fall of Shiganshina, the death of your dear parents and the loss of your little brother. Three interlaced events which lead to your current position in the scouts, with one goal in mind : To go back and find your sibling whatever it takes, desperately hoping for his survival. And things could have been so easy if it wasn’t for them. But how could you have known that your captain and two friends would turn out so bad ? 

Pairings : Eren/Reader, Levi/Reader, Armin/Reader

AOT x Greek Mythology

Summary : A few thoughts and crossovers for AOT characters as greek gods

Amor Omnia Vincit 

Summary : You’ve heard of maidens, found dead and drained of their blood in the mountains and forest of your village. You’ve heard of the creatures of the night. And still you never miss a trip to your father’s grave, until one day you make an encounter bound to change your life. Who would have known that the devil’s lips would taste so sweet ? 

Pairing : vampire!Levi x reader

one shots :

SFW :

- Vision of Gideon (Armin x reader)

- French Fries for two (Eren x reader)

- All for us (Levi x reader)

- Put your head on my shoulder (Eren x reader)

- Talking in your Sleep (Levi x reader)

NSFW :

- Sugar and spice (levi x reader)

- Wanna be yours (exboyfriend!Armin x reader)

- To be a good boy (Levi x reader) for @httptamaki​ ‘s subby boy collab 

- For a taste of your lips (fan Eren x idol reader) for @sunatooru​ ‘s collab

- Talking body (ballet dancer Jean x ballet dancer reader) for @leviverse ‘s 5555 event

- Shadow Boxer (Eren x reader)

- Dancing with the Devil (Eren x reader)

headcanons :

birthday sex with Levi  (nsfw)

secret relationship with Levi (nsfw)

Model!Eren

Yandere!Levi

Possessive!Levi

Yandere Jean

Yandere warriors : part 1 (Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie)

Cottage core Pieck (Fall edition)

dilf!Connie  (nsfw)

Yandere Armin

Greek Gods AU : Armin/Eren/Levi   Yelena/Pieck   Erwin/Hange Sasha/Mikasa/Historia

French lover Hange   

CEO Levi with secretary reader (nsfw)

Uni teacher Levi with student reader (nsfw)

roommate Sasha with a little bit of kissing

Nerd Armin with popular reader (nsfw)

French boyfriend Jean 

Some soft Armin headcanons with @allthingsarmin​

More Eren headcanons with @nkogneatho

Some more modern Eren headcanon

French boyfriend Levi

Soft Reiner headcanon

Modern headcanon for Eren, Armin and Mikasa

Jean SFW and NSFW headcanon

Levi Cottage core life

Jean Cottage core life

Pet names (sfw and nsfw) part 1   part 2

scenarios :

SFW :

In your arms (Eren x reader)

Panic (panic attack!reader x Pieck)

Overwhelmed (overworked!reader x Levi)

Picture Perfect (Nude model!Eren x Photographer!Reader)

Green and Poisonous (Yelena x reader)

Silk soft (Eren x reader)

Breath (Reiner x reader)

Jealousy, jealousy (Jean x reader)

The reading nook (Hange x reader)

Fly me to the Moon (Jean x reader)

NSFW :

Hands around your neck (Eren x reader)

levi.anon scenario 

mood boards and other unclassified stuffs :

- Yelena Moodboard

- French songs rec brought by Levi and Jean

- Match up for alice1nwoderland

- Match up for imissleeandluke

- Match up for epi-metheus

- Late night Date moodboard with Eren

- Cat coffee date moodboard with Levi

- Beach Date moodboard with Armin

- Mood boards part 1 (Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Levi, Jean)

-Mood boards Modern AU part 1

-Mood boards part 2 (Sasha, Bertholdt, Erwin, Reiner, Hanje, Marco)

-Mood boards Modern AU part 2

#aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fluff #aot smut #masterlist #attack on titans x reader #armin x reader #eren x reader #levi x reader #jean x reader #reiner x reader #hange x reader

[ilovekazuhaa]

updated: about me!

hey friends!! my name is isabella but you can call me isa :) my pronouns are she/her and i’m from the U.S!! i’ve been posting on this blog for a good while now and i’m ready to open my writing to other things!!! Don’t worry, I’ll still be writing for Encanto but I want to broaden my writing too.

continue reading below for more info!

I will now accept requests for:

Encanto

Turning Red

Genshin Impact

Attack on Titan

Hunter x Hunter

Fruits basket

Fairy tail

Jujutsu Kaisen

Death note

Demon Slayer

Coco

Rapunzel

(more details about which characters i’m writing for below)

Some things you should know:

I write for what i’m obsessed with at the moment, so new things could be added anytime.

I’ll still be doing x reader, head cannons, and one shots!!

I’m open to doing any genres such as hurt/comfort, fluff, or angst. You name it!!

I’m also open to writing smut/NSFW now. I haven’t attempted it, but i’m down to try! If you request it i’ll try my best to write it well :)) just know it won’t be perfect

Some things I won’t do:

I won’t be writing anything inappropriate such as incest, pedophilia, rape, etc.

Yandere is something that I don’t think my writing style fits either so I won’t be doing it.

I won’t be writing for ships that make absolutely no sense. The two people have to have some sort of obvious romantic attraction to each other if you want me to write them.

For Encanto:

I’ll still be taking both romantic/platonic requests for Julieta and Pepa :’) along with Mirabel and Isabela!

I’m still accepting only platonic requests for luisa, dolores, camilo, and antonio.

If any of you have personal head cannons, like camilo and antonio trying to steal arepas and getting caught by julieta, that’s fine too. (every request doesn’t have to have a reader involved)

For Turning Red:

I’ll be taking romantic/platonic requests for ming because yes

And i’ll be taking platonic requests for mei mei, abby, miriam, and priya. (will most likely write them together with reader)

For Genshin Impact:

I’ll take romantic/platonic requests for kazuha (the name of inspiration for this blog), childe, xiao, diluc, zhongli, ayato, yae miko, raiden shogun/ei, eula, keqing, ningguang, beidou, hu tao, shenhe, yoimiya, and ayaka.

I’ll also do ships from the game for ex. yae miko and ei or ningguang and beidou. I won’t be doing any minors with adults or just weird ships in general that don’t make sense.

For Attack on Titan:

I will take romantic/platonic requests for armin, jean, levi, hange, eren, pieck, and mikasa.

I will take only platonic requests for connie and sasha.

For Hunter x Hunter:

I will take romantic/platonic requests for kurapika, hisoka, feitan, machi, and chrollo.

I’ll be taking only platonic requests for gon and killua.

For Fruits Basket:

I’ll be taking romantic/platonic requests for shigure, hatori, ayame, yuki, and haru.

I’ll be taking only platonic requests for tohru, hanajima, uotani, and momiji.

You can also request things for certain ships as well for ex. tohru and kyo

For Fairy Tail:

I can take platonic/romantic requests for erza, lucy, loke, juvia, and gray.

I’ll be taking only platonic requests for natsu and wendy :p

For Jujustu Kaisen:

I’m taking platonic/romantic requests for nanami, gojo, maki, inumaki, itadori, and megumi.

For Deathnote:

I’ll be taking platonic/romantic requests for L and Light.

And i’ll only be taking platonic requests for misa :))

For Demon Slayer:

I’m taking romantic/platonic requests for uzui tengen, giyu, rengoku, muichuro, mitsuri, and shinobu.

I’ll be taking only platonic requests for tanjiro, nezuko, zenistu, inosuke, and kanao.

If you want certain ships to be written about without a reader ex. tanjiro and kanao or shinobu and giyu that’s fine too.

For Coco:

Romantic requests for Mama Imelda. That’s all.

For Rapunzel:

Romantic requests for Mother Gothel and Queen Arianna bc they’re hot and I said so.

and that’s it!! if you have any questions or just want to talk, dm me :))

#encanto #turning red #attack on titan #hunterxhunter #genshin impact #fruits basket #fairy tail #jujustu kaisen #death note #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #encanto x reader #turning red x reader #attack on titan x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #genshin impact x reader #fruits basket x reader #fairy tail x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #death note x reader #demon slayer x reader

[miss-owl-eyes]

⋇⋆➶𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯➴⋆⋇

⋇⋆➶𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵➴⋆⋇

❀𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬❀

.·:*𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨: 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙.*:·.

♡*. ·𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩!♡*. ·

⋇⋆➶𝘽𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙩➴⋆⋇

Bertholdt relationship headcanons

Bert HCs in general

Sleep the day away [fluff]

Good girl [yandere x fem smut]

Dirty mind [x female smut]

Playing with Fire [x fem smut]

⋇⋆➶𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧➴⋆⋇

Warm scarf [x fem smut]

Screw Lectures [x fem reader, smut]

Forgiven [x fem smut+angst]

⋇⋆➶𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙠➴⋆⋇

Stress relief [stripper!pieck]

Don’t Go [x Fem smut]

⋇⋆➶𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙤➴⋆⋇

Pillow case [x fem smut]

Jealous Porco [headcanons!]

⋇⋆➶𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣➴⋆⋇

Pillow talk [fluff+smut]

⋇⋆➶𝙎𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖➴⋆⋇

Midnight Snack [x fem smut]

Salami [fluff]

⋇⋆➶𝙔𝙢𝙞𝙧➴⋆⋇

Unplanned [x fem spicy]

⋇⋆➶𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚➴⋆⋇

Testing testing 1,2,3 [x fem smut]

⋇⋆➶𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞➴⋆⋇

Trouble [Levi x fem smut]

⋇⋆➶𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖➴⋆⋇

Getting steamy [x fem smut]

⋇⋆➶𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚➴⋆⋇

Petty insults [x fem smut]

May the best woman win [x fem x Mikasa smut]

⋇⋆➶𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙖➴⋆⋇

May the best woman win [x fem x Annie smut]

#attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan fandom #attack on titan fanfiction #aot x you #aot smut #aot fanfiction #aot fandom #aot x y/n #aot x reader #snk x reader #snk x y/n #snk x you #snk fanfiction #snk fandom #aot headcanons #snk headcanons

[sleepdeprivedqueer]

I like to write for fun because I'm bored, so Imma make x reader content, I will write for these people these will be one-shots, but if not then I'll add like 1/ how many numbers it will go on for

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Levi Ackerman

Hange Zoe

Miche Zacharius

Jean Kirstein

Erwin Smith

Pieck Finger

ONE PIECE:

Izou

Portgas D. Ace

Shanks

Marco the Phoenix

Corazon

Trafalgar Law

Nico Robin

Kiku

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

DEMON SLAYER:

Gyutaro

Akaza

Shinobu

Kokushibo

Yoriichi

Giyuu

TOKYO GHOUL:

Uta

Yomo Renji

Ayato Kirishima

RED DEAD REDEMPTION:

Javier Escuella

Arthur Morgan

Sadie Adler

John Marston

RESIDENT EVIL:

Leon Scott Kennedy

Carlos Oliveira

I WILL WRITE:

NFSW

Fluff

Angst

Lover To Enemies

Enemies To Lovers

Prompts

Yandere

Friends To Lovers

I WILL NOT WRITE

Cheating

Pedo like stuff

Teacher and Student

Abuse

THINGS I WILL WRITE FOR NSFW (when I get used to Tumblr and feel comfortable enough to write NSFW)

Bondage

Yandere

Bdsm

Teasing

Oral

7 Minutes In Heaven

Anger release

A Little Pet Play (like a collar, that's it)

Lazy Morning

Makeup

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR NSFW:

No Consent

Force Pregnacy

Pedo

Scat/Piss

Feet (NO, PLEASE GOD NO)

Anal (NO)

Actually Doing It In Public (for everyone to see)

Under age

That's about it, I may add on to it later on, if you do request something I will try my up best to make it as you want it. I also like to write stories with my ocs there will also be those, I'm not used to digital art. I'm more of pen/pencil and paper kind of drawer. But I'll try my best to draw any of my ocs.

#one piece #attack on titan #tokyo ghoul #red dead redemption 2 #resident evil #x reader #marco the phoenix #levi ackerman #izo one piece #hange zoe #uta tokyo ghoul #yoriichi tsugikuni

[levivace]

ღ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

▎.° 🔗 | 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 !

» make sure to follow my rules or you’ll have shinzou’d your last sasageyo.

» minors, ageless and blank blogs, do not interact. i don’t want anyone under eighteen reading my works. if your age can’t be found anywhere on your blog, you’ll be blocked on sight.

» this blog creates and interacts with dark content. if that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to block me.

» do not interact if: 

you fit basic dni criteria (racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist or any other type of bigoted asshole). 

you’re here to send hate. this is a safe space. seriously, fuck off. 

you cannot seperate fiction from reality. go outside, touch some grass, live a life.

▎.° 🔗 | 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 !

» all characters in my fics are of age, usually in their 20s or 30s.

» i write character x afab!reader and character x gender-neutral!reader (anatomy remains ambiguous).

» requests are closed, thirsts are closed.

» i have the right to decline a request if it makes me uncomfortable.

» i won’t write character x character. however, i’m alright with character x reader x character.

» dark content and all kinks are included in a detailed content warnings list at the beginning of every single one of my fics. they are also tagged with cw.[insert warning]. make sure to curate your dashboard and block tags accordingly.

» will write: smut, angst, fluff, horror, occasional crossovers and alternate universes, poly relationships, dom/sub dynamics, size difference, dub-con, degradation, humiliation, praise, dumbification, dacryphilia, masturbation, squirting, orgasm control, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, bondage, breath play, impact play, use of toys, knife & gun play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sensory deprivation, yandere content, roleplay, blood and gore, monsterfucking, hybridverse, toxic relationships, manipulation

» will not write: pedophilia, incest, step-cest, non-con, necrophilia, somnophilia, lgbtq+ -phobia, racism, sexism, ableism, beastiality, mpreg, b!p, g!p, lactation, watersports, scat, puke, feet, underaged, infantilisation, cheating, pregnancy, ageplay, cg/l, romanticisation of mental illness, suicide, self-harm, teacher/student relationships, major character death

» characters i write for: eren jeager, armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, hange zoë, jean kirschtein, conny springer, levi ackerman, sasha braus, historia reiss, ymir, erwin smith, miche zacharius, hitch dreyse, kenny ackerman, reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, annie leonhart, pieck finger, porco galliard, yelena, zeke jaeger

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