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I’m not proud at how happy I am to hear that

So fiction with Erwin and Zeke are a real possibility? AND with Chris Redfield, Ethan, Luis? Shittttttt (/pos)

Yess ofc!! Erwin will definitely be happening, as I’m writing fics for all the male cast as cowboys! Zeke could maybe happen, but for the likes of the one and only Chris Redfield???! Say less.

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Hello

Which AoT men do you write about? And Resident Evil’s?

Almost all men in AOT! I’d say the only exception would probably be bertholdt, never been a huge fan.. and as for Resident evil probably every single one…

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TYRANT

⭑.ᐟ Armin Arlert x Male Reader Art Credit : warmiipalomaa

✶⋆.˚ Warnings : Ass eating, Cum eating, Cum in pants, Moaning, Oral, Facial, Slight degradation, Praise.

Armin Arlert and you had grown up around eachother, he was so hardworking, and he was always so polite. Both your parents were incredibly close, and that led to you two to become best friends.

You both got older, and the night before your junior prom. You and Armin started dating. Things were good, it was everything you wanted, he was everything you wanted. However, things soon turned sour. You changed, grew up, and Armin was still the same boy he was when you two where worried about staying out past curfew.

It was an idea that floated around in your head—breaking up. So it came as a surprise when Armin ended things. It was abrupt, it had little reasoning. He mostly rode off the fact he was going to college, hours away— it wouldn’t work.

Once Armin went to college, he never once crossed your mind. Only a distant memory, maybe one you’ll be reminded of when you see old photo albums. However, when he suddenly reappeared in town not a year and a half later. And then, did he catch your eye.

Once a scrawny frail boy, came back adorning muscle, ditching his bowl cut alas. You parents gave him work on their ranch, as they did to most boys his age. You and him hardly spoke, you didn’t exactly feel like entertaining conversation.

There was tension, it was bound. But in your mind, it was centuries ago, you were both kids, and you were both moving on with your lives. You always tried to be as friendly as you could, but soon realised this boy was trying far too hard to work his way back into your heart, so the act didn’t stay long. Most of your conversations were quick, thanks to you.

On this specific evening, your parents had him working late, just him. Your mother was getting dolled up, ready for her and your father’s night out. “Sweetheart, we’ve got some pasta left from dinner, might you ask Armin to take some before he leaves?” She peaked into the kitchen, looking over at you, sat on a stool infront of the island.

You nodded, with little intention to actually make an effort to get the boy inside. After they left, the house was quiet, silent. You paced around, the tv only keeping you entertained for so long.

The curtains drew back as you peeked out the window. Armin was tossing the last of the bales onto the back of the truck, you could practically hear the grunts from inside. You stepped away from the window, thinking for a moment, maybe you would leave him in after all.

You walked into the kitchen, turning on the hob, heating up the pot of pasta, when there was a knock at the door. You set your phone down, walking over and opening it.

The boy stood with his hat in his hand, a smile on his face that could bring a light to a dark room. “Hey.” He said, his eyes wandered over you. “Your mom said I could come and get somethin’ to eat before I leave.” He chuckled, brushing his hand over the back of his head.

“Yeah, some pasta, was just heating it up.” You stood away, letting him in. He placed his hat on the small table next to the door, waiting for you. You lead him to the kitchen, pulling out a stool for him to sit. “You can just wait here.”

You walked to the counter, taking your phone. The silence was awkward, you were hoping he would say something, but he seemed to have the same idea. “So, your parents gone out?” He already knew they were, why ask?

“Yeah, some dinner thing, rich friends from the club are hosting it.” You sighed, setting your phone down, leaning against the counter behind you. “Ah, I see.” He nodded, looking down at the counter.

“Haven’t seen you out there in a while, could use the extra hands.” He said, glancing over to the living room, the large windows giving view to the stable outside. “Been busy.” You turned around, switching off the grill.

“With?” He pried. You were almost appalled at him asking, this is the most talkative he ever was. His voice was suggestive, like he knew the answer and was hoping you’d say it, but his face still wore that harmless smile, like a sheep.

“None of your business.” You scoffed, spooning the food onto a plate. “You’re pretty close with that other guy, what’s his name.. Reiner?” He looked up at you, watching you as you slid the plate to him. A quick thank you from him.

“Yeah, and?” You furrowed your eyebrows, crossing your arms. Armin stabbed the fork into a piece of pasta, covering his mouth as he chewed. “Surprised your dad lets you near him, bad news him.” When the bottom half of his face was covered, you saw it. His eyes were like daggers, once wide and enigmatic, became sharp, his face was slightly titled down, it was more than out of character.

“Good thing I’m not a little kid, dad doesn’t exactly tell me who I can play with anymore.” You spat, hostile, an attitude lacing your words. He continued to chew, before clearing his throat. “Heard you’re going to school next year.” You almost rolled your eyes, you had thought the conversation ended, but if you wrote it on a brick and smacked him over the head with it— he’s still be oblivious.

“Yeah.” You said, careless, you weren’t interested. “What’re you gonna major?” “No idea.” “How do you not have any idea.” “Just don’t.” You were far too impatient to entertain him, he was like a never ending interview. “Alright, you don’t wanna talk to me I get it.” He shook his head, picking at his food.

“Exactly.” You said, raising your eyebrows as you walked into the living room. Still in his view, his eyes traced your body as you walked. He frowned, standing up with the empty place, placing into the sink.

He strolled into the living room, sinking down onto the couch. Your attention was on the TV, well— that’s where you were looking. You were solely focused on Armin. He was always clingy, you knew that, but he was never like this, so… confident.

“You and Reiner, are you—“ “Jesus, don’t you have to go home?” Silence fell, he glanced away, rubbing his head. “Got nowhere to be.” Does he ever take a hint.. “No, we’re not together, we’re hardly friends, we have sex, he wants it, I want it— that answer your question.”

He shook his head, scoffing. “What? Huh? What’s funny.” You pause the TV, glaring at Armin as he looked at you. “You’re easy.” Your jaw fell slightly agape as the words left his lips. “I’m easy.” You repeated, he nodded.

“How the fuck am I easy?” You spat. “Let me guess, he rocks up, flexes his arms, takes off his shirt once or twice and then what? You two stumble upstairs and all of a sudden he’s on top of you?” His tone was angry, like you had something to him, like you hadn’t been ancient history.

A deep breath fell from your nostrils. “You should go.��� You said, collected. Armin narrowed his eyes, shaking his head. “Why, scared I’ll show you how easy you are?” He stood up, walking over to the other side of the couch. “What’s that supposed to mean.” You looked up at him, standing up.

Inches apart, your faces were practically touching. You never realised how tall he got, he wasn’t towering over you, but.. it was strange. “I missed you..” The facade dropped, his voice now a mumble. His hand hesitantly brushed your waist. You didn’t stop him.

You bit your cheek, looking away from him. “What’s he got that I don’t..” His voice was quiet, soft. His hand wrapped its self loosely around you. The smell of sweat from his body crawled through your nose like cologne. “Hm?” He was teasing, playing with you, he knew what he was doing, and he knew it was working.

“It’s not like we’re dating.” You almost scoffed, your eyes placed on an empty corner in the side of the room. His were on you, they weren’t moving. He took a step around you, his hand on your waist turning you as he sat onto the couch.

His palms rested above your hip. You didn’t move him, you didn’t ask him to stop. His eyes were begging you, that wide puppy dog glimmer he used to get when he’d get excited. His hands slowly moved you toward him, stopping, giving you a chance to stop it right here, or do the rest yourself.

You chose the latter. Your knees were resting on the outside of his thighs, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his forearm. He didn’t let his grip from your waist, keeping you steady on his lap. He moved his head to your ear, soft breath brushing against the skin. “Whatever he does to you, I can do it 10 times better.” You could have moaned at the words alone. Your teeth bit down on your tongue.

He slid your hand off his arm, bringing it to his chest. You fingers brushed against the button, fiddling with it till it opened. He wanted to kiss you so bad, you wanted him to want to. “Do you wanna kiss me.” You whispered, looking down at his chest as you moved to the second button.

He took a second, before moving his head down and towards yours. You jerked yours back, pushing his chest, his back colliding with the back of the couch. “I asked if you wanted to, not if you would.” You spat, you wanted him to, but if you kept it from him longer, he’d only want it that much more.

His heart was pounding, each rise of his chest making it more evident. “I want to, real bad..” He was looking up at you, his face flush with a scarlet twinge. Your fingers slid past the fabric of his shirt, brushing along the soft yet defined skin.

You leaned in, wrapping your lips in his. His hands quickly tightened their grip, guiding you toward him. He was so messy, his tongue slid around your mouth, the taste of you on his mouth was enough for a stiff pressure to push against your thigh.

Your hand slowly made its way down the buttons, leaving the fabric of the shirt in place. You tore your lips from his, he practically whined as you did. He was panting, he was desperate, so desperate that even a shuffle was enough to make him moan. He squeezed your waist, looking down as you undressed him.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this.” He panted, looking up at you. You smirked, your eyes lining what you could see of his torso. The way his abs curled when he moved, or the way his chest rose at your touch. “What are you—“ Your mouth engulfed his nipple, the shivers through out his body going straight to his cock, the twitching against your thigh only sending him over.

He moaned each time your mouth popped on his chest, your other hand running up his stomach. “Mm— you’re so— oh my god.” His words were interrupted by his moans, his hands traveled to the small of your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the waistband.

Your hips started to rock as his moans grew in volume, that enough could have made him— “Fuck— I’m cumming!” You yelled, gripping your sides, holding you in place. His squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to contain his orgasm. “Already?” “Uh huh.” He replied quickly, his hands still holding you steady.

You tongue slid up his chest, gliding along his jaw. You rolled your hips, his grip tightened again. He whined when he felt himself shoot cum across his leg, the friction of his cock twitching against the denim only helping him ride through his orgasm. You didn’t stop. Grunts escaped his lips as he pushed you down into his lap, his hips thrusting into you.

“Reiner usually lasts a little longer than that..” A sultry voice teased him, your hand softly gliding toward his waistband. His eyes shot to you, his breaths still heaving. “I’m not done.” He panted, letting his lips fall agape.

Your lips collided once more. His shirt fell from his shoulders as he climbed atop of your. Your shirt was coming off, and Armin didn’t waste a moment with his belt, dropping it do the floor. “What about lube?” You panted, pressing your hand against his chest. He paused, smirking.

He slid himself down to your stomach, looking up at you as he slid your pants down, lower.. and lower. Your cock jumped once it made contact with the air, a string of precum dripping onto your stomach.

Armin slid his tongue into your hole, his nose buried into your skin, his fingers gripping your thighs. You fisted his hair, your neck falling limp as breathless moans escaped. His hand occasionally slid to your cock, soft hands teasing your orgasm, just as you did to him.

He stopped, looking up at you. His thumb pressed against the flesh, pushing into it slightly. “Reiner ever do this?” He was smirking, fuck. “Nuh uh..” You mumbled, your eyes squeezing shut as his thumb slid inside. “Didn’t think so..”

His tongue buried inside you again, devouring the taste of you on his tongue. His cock throbbed, the cum seeping through his jeans with each one, still dripping from his tip. “Want me to fuck you?” He sat up, unbuttoning his jeans.

You nodded, heavy breaths pumping from your nose. “You won’t even say it.” He scoffed, pressing his tip against your hole, stretching the flesh. He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut, cursing to himself. “You say it for Reiner?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

He stretched you open as he pushed himself inside, slow, deliberate. “Huh? You ask him to fuck this pussy?” His words didn’t match his face, his endearing smile, kind eyes. “Yeah.. I— Fuck. I do.” You teased, looking down at him, your face twisting as he pushed himself into your stomach.

He leaned into you, his fingers intertwined in yours, holding them at the side of your head. His cock slid out of your hole, the tip still pressed against the flesh. “Yeah?” “Mhm—“ You whined at the absence of him inside of you, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.

“Then why are you so tight baby.” He whispered into your ear, his nose pressed against your head as he slammed his length inside of you. You gasped once he filled you, the feeling of his hips pressed against your ass, your hole pulsing around your cock.

His back rippled around your hands wrapped around them, holding his chest to yours. His mouth engulfed yours in a kiss, desperate moans passing through your mouths. His lips fell to yours neck, his teeth pulling and tugging on the skin as he left marks.

His pace quickened, tearing a whine from you as he slammed himself into you. “Mm— fuck I’m gonna—“ you cut yourself off, gripping the back of his head, your fingers entwining in his hair. He looked down when you came. He watched in awe as thick white ropes shot onto your stomach, onto his stomach.

He thrusted steadily, his hand pressing against your chest. Moans erupted as you rode your orgasm, breathless gasps, his name, incoherent curses. His rhythm got sloppier, the sounds from his mouth making a second orgasm seem feasible.

His thumb swiped along your stomach, coating it in your cum. He sucked the thick substance off his thumb, looking down at you. If you could see his face properly, you’d almost bet he had that damn grin. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside. “Shit—“ he caught himself on the side of the couch, his hand gripping it as he pushed himself inside.

“Where do you want me..” his whispered, ragged breaths, he was close. “Face.” He giggled, widening his eyes. “Huh—“ you pushed him off you, slipping off the couch. He sat up, watching as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, your tongue massaging his balls. His hips bucked at your tough, his hands covering his face as he moaned for you.

He grunted, his back arching off the couch as he came— again. His thick seed painted your face, flinching at the impact. His moans were so desperate, he’d wanted this for so long, and he didn’t even have to tell you.

He steadied his breathing, looking at you, admiring you, with him all over your face. He shook his head, chuckling helplessly. “It was worth the wait.” His eyes were low, glossy. You pinched his thigh, standing up. “Go shower before you leave.” He stopped you, standing up as you did.

One more kiss, messy, sticking. He tasted you, himself, every drop of his cum on your lips wrapping on his tongue. “Thanks.” He gave you a kiss on your cheek, his hand rubbing the small of your back.

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I request a cowboy version of the rest of the aot males if that's possible. Male version thanks!!

(I NEED IT PLEASE. Thank you❤️)

This was on bucket list! Reiner is next 😈😈

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RACE HORSE

⭑.ᐟ Eren Jaeger X Gn!reader Art credit : @warmiipalomaa

✶⋆.˚ Warnings : Blowjob, Fingering, Use of Daddy, Slut, Choking, Begging.

You giggled as you climbed atop him, laying in the backseat of his pickup. His hat was off, it was on you, but it didn’t stay long when your head was deep in his crotch, open mouth kisses enveloping his ever growing bulge.

“Fuck, you know I been thinkin’ bout this all day..” his hands reached for your head, quickly being slapped away. “Yeah, thinking ‘bout what exactly?” You teased, crawling atop him, your hand palming him through his jeans.

“Your mouth, your ass— fuck.” He moaned, his head falling back. You kissed his neck, feeling the heat between your own legs grow at just how desperate he was, good thing you were too. “Please baby, y’know how bad I want you.” He begged. Thats how bad he wanted it, he was willing to beg you to choke on his cock, to swallow him down to his balls.

You slid yourself down to his belt, unclipping it as he watched in awe. He helped you pull his pants down, sliding to the middle of his thighs. His cock was practically bursting through his boxers, small drops of precum growing as they soaked into the fabric.

It didn’t take long for you to slip your lips around, deep grunts coming from him as you bobbed up and down, your tongue caressing each vein as he pushed deeper into your mouth.

His legs wrapped around you, his fingers entwining in your hair, shoving you down to his balls. “Fuck— Fuck!” His moans were guttural, each time you gagged he felt like he was ready to cum down your throat, ready to give you a taste of what you deserved, what you earned.

His cock slid out of your mouth as you came up for air, a smirk on your face as you continued to stroke him. “C’mere baby.” He panted. You crawled atop him once again, harsh and desperate kisses connecting you both.

The waistband of your pants slipped down as he entangled his tongue in yours, the fabric of your jeans sending waves through his body as you rocked your ass on his cock. “Mm, your gon’ make me cum sweetheart.” He grunted, holding your head to his.

“Already, thought you were better than that, Jaeger.” It was a challenge, which he didn’t take lightly. His middle and ring finger brushed against your lips, signaling you to open your mouth, you did. His slipped the digits inside, his knuckles pressed against your teeth as you gawked.

“Fuck, you like that huh? Acting like you’re not a little slut for me baby.” You could’ve came right there on top of his lap, his fingers sliding in and out of your mouth, panting and licking like a dog.

It didn’t take long for him to remove them, slipping them between your legs. The cold touch against your entrance made a whimper fall from your lips, that same smirk on his face as he pressed the tips of his fingers against the flesh.

“You wan’ it baby?” “Uh huh” “Say it.” You moaned as he continued to rub his fingers. Your head fell into his neck, moaning as you felt his cock throb against you. “Come on baby, let’s hear you say it, I wanna hear how bad you want daddy’s fingers rubbin’ up on your insides.”

“Fuck, I want it— I want it so bad, please.” You weren’t asking, you weren’t begging, you were pleading. You needed it, and he knew it just as well as you. He slipped his fingers in, relishing in the lust that dripped from your tongue each time he moved.

His pace quickened, his knuckles bushing into the skin as deep as he could, his fingers curling inside against the throbbing flesh. “Fuck you’re throbbin’ baby, like it’s begging me to fuck you in morse code.” He laughed. The only sound thay could escape you was a self deprecating whine, rutting against him as you begged him for more.

A whine escaped you as his fingers slipped from you, and without an exchange of words, you were climbing in his cock, his hands carefully holding your waist. Once the head pushed in, you practically roared, your neck falling limp as you felt yourself open up for him.

“God, fuck baby you’re sucking me in.” He groaned, his head pushing against the car door as he leaned back. His length pushed deeper inside, both of you making noises you’d only ever made for one another.

Eren suddenly slammed himself into you, his name riding your tongue like a prayer once he felt your ass press against his thighs. You fell back, your arms holding you up as you started to move.

His eyes squeezed shut as you both found your pace. “You’re takin’ my dick like a fuckin�� champ baby.” He moaned, his hands holding your waist as he lifted you each time you went up, slamming you back onto him just as fast.

“Mm— inside, fuck, cum inside.” You muttered, your voice broke in the pleasure. You felt the heat radiating between you both, sweat dripping from your body as his cock stretched your inside.

“Yeah? Wan’ me to fill you up, leave you walking back inside, your insides warm with my cum?” “Uh huh, I want it, wanna be full—“ Repeated ‘Fucks’ escapes his lips as he bit down, his pace becoming sloppier, erratic.

“I’m cummin’— fuck babe I’m cumming.” He cut himself off with a loud groan, his hips slamming into you. Warm cum invaded your insides, desperate moans falling from both of you as he felt his seed drip out of you, seeping down to his balls.

“Fuck..” You muttered, falling atop his chest, your neck resting between his jaw and shoulder. “You’re okay?” He panted, his hands wrapped around you. “Yeah.” You huffed, feeling his still throb inside. “Think you can go for one more?” His voice was quiet, breathy. You looked up at him, smirking as you sat yourself back on his lap.

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U guys need to start pumping me up w requests tf 🤨

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Is this too niche

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This is the third one I got of the yall gmfu

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RODEO

⭑.ᐟ Eren Jeager X Reader. Art credit : warmiipalomaa

✶⋆.˚ Summary : Eren Jeager was undeniably gorgeous. So when your parents hired him as their ranch hand, you were over to moon, who didn’t love some eye candy. But— Eye candy soon came to much more.

Contents : Kissing, Moaning, doing it in a stable.. yikes.

You watched from the Porch as Eren hauled boxes onto your father’s trailer. The way his muscles rippled as he hauled them up, his back tensing.

He noticed you on the porch, a smirk tugging on his face. His tipped his hat down slightly, lifting another box up. He wiped his forehead. He reached to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

The sleeves gripped his biceps for dear life, barely even holding together. You practically gawked at the sight, watching as he gave you a wink, heading into the stable.

A chuckle escapes your lips as you stood up, stepping down onto the grass and slowly walking over. You creeped around the side, seeing Eren leaning his shoulder against the beam, shirt thrown around his shoulders.

Sweat glistened on his body, like a life sized never ending glazed donut. “Was wondering when you was gonna show.” He said, the slight twang is his voice sending shocks throughout.

“Guess I was busy.” You shrugged, slowly walking toward him, your eyes shamelessly scanning him. “Yeah? With who.” He pried, a teasing tone on his tongue. “Nobody important.” You teased him, he loved it, but he hated that he did.

“Mm, no?” He said, his hand caressing your cheek, his thumb brushing beneath your eye. His other hand held your waist lightly. Your fingers hooked his belt, pulling him slightly closer, humming at his words.

He leaned in for a kiss, you pulled back. He pulled back aswell, offended. You couldn’t help but give in, letting his lips intertwine in yours. The innocence quickly left it when you were both stumbling to the beam, your back pressing against it.

His head slipped to your neck, his lips sucking softly on the skin, guiding your hands along his abs. Soft moans fell as his head pressed against your jaw, feeling heat grow in your neck where he kissed.

“Hey, slow down cowboy.” You pressed your hands against his chest, pushing his back slightly. “C’mon, nobody’s around, baby. Ten minutes, all I need.” He groaned, his hat slightly tipped down.

“My parents—“ “Aren’t here.” He smirked. His hands wrapped around your lower back. “You didn’t have any problem when we were in my truck last week—“ You hushed him. “Shut up.” You still couldn’t help but smirk.

“You don’t even gotta do anything, jus’ lemme kiss you.” He lowered himself your collarbones, tugging your shirt down slightly, sucking on the skin, light moans escaping you as he did.

“Baby, you taste so good..” he hummed, lowering himself to your waist, listing your shirt. His breath tickled the skin, before he sucked the skin between his lips, getting close and closer to your waistband.

“Eren..” You whispered. He looked up, god, you loved this view, his teal eyes looking up at you, full of lust, desire. “You okay baby?” You nodded, letting your head fall back.

He climbed back to his feet, his thumb holding your chin up. He let his hand slip between your legs, his hand pushing against your warmth. You couldn’t help but whimper, the sound alone enough to make him moan.

“Your dad’s gonna kill me if I don’t get back to work.” He said in between a kiss. “Mm, I know.” You huffed, pulling his head into yours, letting his tongue linger on yours, coating the soft flesh in his taste.

“Tonight, before I go home.” He pressed his forhead against yours, his hat lifting. “Your truck?” “You liked it in there, huh?” You nodded, humming into his mouth as he slammed his lips back into yours. “So good to me, baby, I’ll return the favour later.”

Might do a sequel to this..!

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I have every intention of starting an uprising for this man

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Well yes.

Cowboy Eren & Bertholdt 😛💕

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⭑.ᐟ Porco Galliard x Boyfriend!Reader

✶⋆.˚ Drabble

Warnings : not complete smut but includes mentions of sex, masturbation, and moaning, that’s all!

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Porco Galliard never passes the opportunity to grab your ass. He’s not big on slapping it, he’d rather just give it a little squeeze. Everytime he does, he it always catches you off that guard, and he strolls off with the same smirk as always.

Porco Galliard might not say I love you very often, but he’s always buying you stuff. You could come home to a bunch of flowers and a teddy bear right on the middle of your bed, and his same excuse is “I just grabbed it last minute, it’s not a big deal.”

Porco Galliard is obsessed with your smell. When you were teenagers he used to feral at the scent of you left on his sheets, to this day he still can’t get enough of it. His head buried in your neck, like a pheromone.

Porco Galliard might be able to handle his drink, but one sip is all it takes for him to be all over you. His eyes will pierce a room looking for you, and once he does, you can bet he’s snaking his hand around your waist, asking you when you two are gonna get out of here.

Porco Galliard can’t handle when your away, his tough guy act can only take him so far before he’s face down in your pillow, his hips pressing into his crotch, desperately waiting for you to walk through the door and make him feel at home.

Porco Galliard can’t help but tell all his friends about you, your cooking, your jokes, even after a few drinks he starts talking about your future, suit colours and cake flavours, but you aren’t supposed to know that part.

Porco Galliard loves the sound of your name on his tongue. Your arms wrapped around his back, face tucked into his shoulders, rocking you back and forth on top of him. Your name rolling off tongue like a prayer, like he’s begging for something he already has.

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Talk.

Porco Galliard x Male reader

Summary : Porco was always a talkative guy, so it wasn’t unexpected for you two to hit it off at a party. Maybe it was all the questions, maybe what you were wearing. But the last thing you expected was his head between your legs.

Warning : Fingering, use of good boy, praise, kissing, cum, dry humping, ass eating. (First time writing smut)

His hands snaked up your stomach, the contact dragging a sharp inhale. Your head pressed into the sheets, struggling to place your hands. His cheek pressed against the inside of your thigh. “You smell so good..” His voice was soft, sultry and full of lust.

Your hands found their way to his face, your thumb entangled in his hair, your index finger joining. His mouth was mere centimetres from your hole, his breath sending shivers to your insides.

“Porco.. please.” You couldn’t help yourself, it was insatiable. He looked up at you through his eyebrows, piercing you. “Don’t gotta beg me baby.”

He practically dived in, his tongue lapped your hole, his lips pressing against the skin like a prolonged kiss. “Fuck!” You moaned, your head reeling back. Your back arched, legs tightening around him.

His fingers gripped your legs, pushing them apart. His nose pressed against the skin, moaning against it. Your fingers unraveled his neat hair, pressing him against you.

Your eyes rolled into your skull, helpless and desperate moans tearing from you as his tongue ravaged your insides. “Fuck— Porco I’m gonna cum.” He paused, slowly pulling again.

He licked his lips, climbing atop you. Your cock ached against his clothed bulge, your hands travelling across his body. His forhead presses against yours, the smell of sweat, the smell of sex, it was enough to get you drunk.

His breaths heaved as his hands slid down your body, the tips of his fingers rubbing against your hole. Your hand gripped the back of his head, your hips twisted against him. It was all so much.

The tip of his finger hooked inside of you, a loud moan spilling out. You covered your mouth, quickly having your hand removed by Porco. “Right there, huh?” He said as his fingers dug deeper inside, his knuckles flush against you.

You nodded, your jaw agape as desperate sounds pooled out, you couldn’t help yourself, you were his, and this moment, he was yours. His fingers manoeuvred inside you, sending shivers through you.

“It’s so tight.. bet you’d squeeze my cock so good wouldn’t you.” His lips slid your jaw, stopping at your ear. “Uh—huh please— mm” You couldn’t even figure out what you were trying to say, the pleasure coursing through you wiping every coherent thought from your head.

He picked up the pace, his fingers now ramming in and out of you, loud and desperate moans ripping from your chest each time. You desperately rubbed against eachother, the friction from your body against his letting deep grunts fall from his mouth to your ear.

“M’ so close— Porc— fuck-“ Your hands tightened around him, holding his body against you. “Gonna cum, baby?” You nodded, eyes squeezing shut as you felt your orgasm build. His lips founds your ear once again. “Go on, come on, cum baby, all over you, all over me.”

His name leaped from your throat like a prayer. Your cock pulsed as thick white rocks shot onto your chest, onto his pants. He grinded against your cock, riding through your orgasm, his forehead pressing into yours as he looked down at his mess.

“You want more.” “So bad..” You nodded, heaving, your breaths quicker than you. He sat up, unbuckling his belt. “That pretty holes gonna be full of my cum, my spit, you want that?” You hummed in response, watching as the belt pulled from the loops. “That’s a good boy.”

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Me when I see this mofo

I hate him

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Cowboy!Jean Kirstein x Gn!reader

Summary : You finally cave and let your boyfriend show you how to ride.

Warnings : none, all fluff!

Art credits : warmiipalomaa

Your arms crossed over your chest whilst you stared at the grey stallion, Jean standing on the other side, fastening the saddle.

“Alright, you ready?” He walked around the front of the horse, petting his head. “Nope, not at all.” You admitted, your lips curving inward.

“Ah, c’mon, it’s like ridin’ a bike.” His hand placed on your lower back, slowly ushering you to the horse. “Sure it is.”

“Okay, so first you wanna put your hand on this knob, and then your foot onto the stirrup.” You let out a steady breath, gripping the handle on the saddle and hoisting yourself up.

Jean gripped your waist and lifted you up, his hand placed on your thigh once you sat atop the horse. “I’m so scared right now.” You chuckled nervously, Jean giggling in response.

“Jus’— hold the reins, and relax.” His voice was soft, reassuring. He hoisted himself up behind you, the horse bucking slightly. “Easy… easy.” He patted the horses side, his hand holding your waist.

“Alright, jus’ hold the reins, and straighten your back up to me.” He pressed himself against you, his hand wrapped around your stomach. “Okay how do I make it go…” He chuckled, his hand falling into your shoulder.

He gave the horse a tap with his foot, sending him into a canter. “Shit!” You panicked, tugging the reins. Jean quickly reached around you, holding the backs of your hands. “Calm down, baby, if you’re scared so is he.”

You took a deep breath, leaning into Jean as he straightened your back against him. You giggled slightly as you started to get the hang of it. The horse trotted in wide circles, Jean helping steer the reins slightly.

He placed his hat on your head, drawing a giggle from you. “It’s not that bad.” You admitted, glancing back at him briefly. “See, I told ya’”

The horse slowed to a halt, Jean, helping you off. You stumbled as you got off, your breath still having a slight tremble, hardly noticeable. “Maybe we’ll get you your own after this.” Jean climbed off, his hand rubbing the horses back.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You adjusted the hat on your head, Jean reaching out and flicking it down infront your face.

You both giggled, his hands wrapping around your lower back, yours placed on his upper arms. He leaned in, kissing you behind your laughs. You placed the hat back on his head. “Maybe you’ll come with me for a ride tomorrow then.” “Maybe.” You sighed, caressing his jaw with your thumb.

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I’ll never forget the shift in the world when this episode came out

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ATTACK ON TITAN HEADCANNONS

Includes : Eren, Armin, Sasha, Mikasa, Connie.

(All fluff!)

Eren

- this man is SO bad at video games, he’s literally never played a game he’s good at except maybe animal crossing. (Board games included)

- he’s an avid musical hater, like makes it his mission to ruin people’s days if they like musicals but EVERYONE knows that No one mourns the wicked was in his spotify wrapped.

- can kinda play the piano a little??

- can’t drive, simply can’t get on the road cuz he hates all road laws and believes he should be able to drive freely and people should just avoid him.

- has that one GTA 5 poster hanging on the back of his door.

- still uses those toothbrushes with the sticky pads on the bottom and sticks it to his mirror.

- has never used a traditional checkout in his life, exclusively uses self checkout.

Armin

- an absolute god at Clue and Monopoly.

- takes time out of his day to do wordle, and he does rough work.

- anti air pods and preaches for the use of wired headphones.

- keeps every receipt he gets just incase.

- has an octobuddy and likes to stick his phone to mirrors in random places.

- doesn’t have a nut allergy but doesn’t eat them in fear of choking.

Sasha

- always has the Aux no matter what, no ifs and or buts.

- is amazing at braiding hair.

- sometimes when she washes dishes she secretly puts the wet ones in the cupboards and hopes nobody notices.

- can’t sleep unless she has like 5 different lights on. Her lamp, tv, some kind of projector and string lights.

- banned from game nights along with Eren.

- has a pair of fluffy handcuffs that she has never used nor has any intention of using, but likes to put them in people’s rooms when they have someone coming over.

Mikasa

- spent hours learning that one really fast method of tying laces to impress people.

- somehow amazing at the Marimba??

- has a Polaroid camera and it never leaves her side, no matter the occasion.

- plans her outfits for a week in one night to avoid the trouble of picking them out each day, and leaves them out the night before.

- crotchet ADDICT.

- keeps every hygiene product she owns in her room, toothbrush, shampoo, even toothpaste in fear of someone using it. (Connie)

Connie

- has one of those stoner alien tapestries.

- never learned how to tie his shoe laces.

- lets everyone rub his head for the first few days after he tops up his buzzcut.

- his favourite holiday is April fools, no notes.

- exclusively uses paper cups and plates because he doesn’t believe in doing dishes.

- is an amazing singer, like has one of those old timey voices and it’s like a party trick, because you know he is not afraid to show off.