#armin noncon

[wh0rrorb4by]

stepbro somno! - armin vs. eren

dark content!

warnings: noncon, stepcest, somnophilia, dacryphilia, eren's is a little darker than armin's!!, 18+

18+, mdni!

armin

you wake up slowly, your mind struggling to catch up to why your pussy is clenching around something thick and long to the point that it’s hitting your cervix, moving you up the bed with each thrust. a wet dream, you initially think through your exhausted little mind. you wanted it to be a wet dream so you didn’t have to think about it, didn’t have to pry your heavy eyes open and be faced with the nightmare of your stepbrother fucking his cock into you while you slept.

armin wished you had just sighed into it, just relaxed and maybe loosened up a little so the stretch wouldn’t have stirred you so much. he wished you would have just came around him when he angled his tip against your g-spot, rather than finally opening your eyes and gasping in alarm. whatever scream or cry you were going to make was cut off by armin’s hand quickly clamping over your mouth and silencing you.

he was just as stunned as you were — his big, blue eyes staring down into your wide ones as his hips continued to slam into yours.

“f-fuck, i woke you up, didn’t i? i’m sorry,” he said in a hushed voice, his hand still pressed tightly to your face. “you weren’t supposed to wake up. just wanted to make you feel good, just wanted to see you cum.”

his words were emphasized by his length being shoved in so deep it made you scream against his hand, but hardly any noise escaped. your eyes watered, stray tears slipping down your face as your stepbrother bottomed out. your mind was still trying to catch up to what was happening, not being able to function properly from both being ripped out of your peaceful sleep and from your big brother’s cock that was stuffing you full.

you cried against his hand, struggling to breathe as you started to squirm. you tried to kick your legs but although armin was always so docile, he was still much stronger than you.

“don’t fight me, please don’t fight me,” he murmured, and he genuinely looked concerned as he stared down at you, the soft glow from your nightlight illuminating his face. “it’s only gonna make it hurt if you struggle. i don’t want to hurt my baby sister.”

he let out a choked groan as your pussy squeezed around him. he could feel your flushed cheeks burning in shame and embarrassment beneath his hand, and he was sick enough to get off on it.

“i’m gonna move my hand now, okay? don’t scream, please, i won’t hurt you if you don’t scream. do you understand?”

you nodded up at him through tears, and for the first time since he’d been introduced to you as your new stepbrother, it was hard to look at him. he hesitantly removed his hand, now using the opportunity to grip both of your wrists and pin them to the bed. you couldn’t help the gasps for air and soft sobs that escaped you, but you kept your promise.

“a-armin…”

what could you say? what were you supposed to do? you weren’t even positive this wasn’t a horrible nightmare, or even a misunderstanding. you trusted armin — you always have. you just wanted him to shush you and tell you it was all a mistake, that maybe you gave him the wrong idea or… something. armin was so smart, you were sure he could come up with something to explain why he was stuffing you full of his cock while you slept.

“aren’t you going to tell me — fuck — h-how wrong this is? you’re not going to tell me i’m sick, or even to get off of you?”

but you were already writhing underneath him, gasping as he kept hitting that one spot that made you breathless. and you were so wet, you could hear the slick noises of his cock sliding in and out of you filling up the room.

“please, y-you shouldn’t do this,” you managed to choke out, fresh tears spilling over your eyes as you stared up at him. but you weren’t sure why you couldn’t stop crying. maybe it was because your body was betraying you, and you felt so powerless and weak as your back arched and your legs spread open for him. “i w-won’t tell anyone.”

“i know, i’m such a bad big brother. you think i don’t know?” he asked, interlacing your fingers together above your head as he stilled his thrusts. you almost whined at the loss of his cockhead grinding against your g-spot, involuntarily clenching around him for some type of stimulation. he gasped, his body shaking as he dropped his forehead down to touch yours. you were breathing each other’s air now, both gasping and panting and trembling in each other’s holds.

“but i’ve always taken such good care of you, haven’t i? even when you didn’t know it, i was here taking care of you.” he muttered against your lips. and you couldn’t think about what he meant when you were still so delirious and your orgasm was just in reach. he slowly pulled back and pushed his cock in again at a mind-numbing pace, the sound of your wetness making you flush.

“fuck, do you hear that? do you hear how good i prep you?” and you wanted to tell him to stop, that it was embarrassing, but you couldn’t find the words.

“do you know how many times you’ve cum around my tongue? or my fingers? you think this is the first time i’ve done this — this is just the first time you’ve woken up.”

then he was pounding into you. so hard and so fast it was making your headboard smack against the wall, and you were gasping because you’d never seen armin like this — so out of control. you vaguely remembered how many wet dreams you started having since moving in with armin and his father, always ending with an orgasm that left you shaking and gasping and so blissful in the morning. it was armin. it was your big brother taking care of you.

“a-armin! i’m gonna…!” you gasped as you felt your orgasm sneaking up on you. your body was on fire as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper.

“i know, me too.” he shushed you, squeezing your hands. “fuck, i'm gonna cum inside my little sister. i'm gonna fill you up.”

even he was surprised when the words tumbled out of his mouth, but he didn’t have time to take it back or really think about it before you were whining and clamping down around him. and you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen when your eyes rolled back and your back arched off of the bed, body shaking as your orgasm racked your body. it was more intense than the ones he’d given you by using his tongue and fingers — he could tell just from the way you were writhing and crying underneath him. it was such a beautiful sight, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

he shoved his cock in as deep as your pussy would allow him, cumming hard inside of you. it was one of those orgasms that was blinding, and all thoughts escaped him as he leaned into the pleasure. he was cumming in his little sister, who loved and trusted him with all her heart. it was a total violation, a complete betrayal that he could never be forgiven for. maybe that's why he was almost whimpering as you reached up and pressed your lips to his, his grip on your wrists loosening and allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. and you were grinding against him to help him ride out his orgasm, your tongue massaging his as you moaned into his mouth.

maybe he was already forgiven.

eren

you wake yourself up with a cry, one so loud and guttural that it tore through the fabric of the wet dream you were having. you realize in the midst of your alarm that you're only crying and whining and shaking because fuck — you’re cumming.

eren was so proud of himself for coaxing an orgasm out of your sleeping body, his cock twitching inside you as you clenched and squeezed around him. and maybe you would’ve convinced yourself that it was all still part of your dream if he hadn't groaned into your ear, fucking himself deeper and harder into you as you still writhed and whimpered.

he would never forget the look of horror on your face when you finally opened your eyes, your dim nightlight granting you enough light to see your step brother's face hovering over yours. the look of absolute shock and fear as he continued pounding his cock into your pussy, tears still running down your face and more pooling in your eyes -- it would be locked away in his mind forever. you were even prettier like this: eyes all glossy and mouth hung open as you tried to process how hard you just came and the overstimulation of him fucking you through it -- and the obvious shock of waking up to your big brother on top of you.

it would’ve been easy to put you to sleep again if he really didn't want you to react, or if he was worried that you might scream. he could’ve hit you just hard enough, or choked you until you blacked out, but he would have to explain the bruises in the morning anyway. and he was really getting off on you finally seeing your big brother hold you down and bully his fat cock into you.

"e-eren?" you choked out, and it was so cute how your panic was visibly starting to set in. you were squirming, more tears slipping past your lashes as you tried to bite back moans and gasps.

"fuck, knew you'd wake up," he said in a low voice, and you almost wished the room was pitch black so you didn't have to look at his smirk. "good morning, princess. how'd you sleep?"

if you were stronger, or even smarter, you would've screamed at him to get off of you. you would have called him disgusting and threatened to tell your parents, you would have cursed and shoved and shrieked.

you felt pathetic when you didn't do any of that -- just arched your back and whined as his tip kissed your cervix with each thrust, and he held you down to keep you from running away from it.

“eren… eren!” you were gasping. “w-what are you— eren — s-stop... stop!"

God, you couldn't even talk. it was miserable the way you tried to kick your shaky legs to get him off of you, and he only used the opportunity to grip your thighs and press them against your torso. you almost screamed at the way his cock slid even deeper into you, but all of the air was knocked out of your lungs from the new position.

“yeah? you want me to stop?” he rasped, and you mewled when he rolled his hips.

he wasn't trying to shush your shrieks or whimpers because he knew you. he knew how pliant and complaisant you were, especially when it came to your mean older brother. this wasn't the first time he's done something that could get him in a lot of trouble, and he knew by now that you'd cover your own mouth to keep him from getting caught.

"come on, baby, i can't hear you," he taunted, his forehead now resting against yours as he pinned you down with his hands and his body weight. "say it like you mean it."

God, he was just so mean. he loved it when you begged and pleaded with him to leave you alone. the times when he pulled you onto his lap when your parents were in the next room, or when he flipped your skirt up as you leaned over to rest on the counter or reach something -- he loved it when your cheeks turned red and you got all worked up about it. you never cried as much as you did the first time he kissed you on the lips, holding the back of your head to keep you still as he forced his tongue into your mouth as you gasped in surprise. but you still didn't scream, or tell on him, or try very hard to keep your distance. you didn’t stop wearing his shirts to bed with nothing on underneath and your door cracked open. it was practically an invitation for him.

"s-stop it, eren! p-please stop!" you whined, and he threw his head back as he pumped his cock faster and harder.

"fuck, yeah, that's it, baby. now tell me i’m sick, tell me to get off of you." he was rasping out his words now, squeezing your thighs in a bruising grip. "come on, tell your big brother it’s too big. tell me it hurts."

he was pounding into you now, and it was too much all at once for you to take, even with the strings of your wetness connecting to his cock when he pulled out. and it was so embarrassing that you were doing exactly what he wanted you to do — begging and crying and shrieking that it was “too much!” every time he bottomed out.

you got louder each time his fat tip rubbed deep inside of you and stretched you open, and he eventually had to shut you up by forcing his tongue past your lips and swallowing all of your cries. as much as he got off on making you scream, he wasn't stupid. there was a limit to just how much noise he could let you make before he really did get caught, and he couldn't let that happen. all of your screams that his cock was too big or that you were cumming again were muffled, and all you could do was whine into his mouth as he forced another orgasm out of you.

he pulled away from the sloppy kiss when he felt his own climax hurtling towards him. he'd never cum harder in his life than he did in that moment, deep in your pussy and staring down into your teary eyes and your fucked out expression. you didn't even look scared anymore — no, you were looking at him like he placed the stars in the sky as you tangled your fingers through his hair and pulled, bucking your hips up to feel him grind against your g-spot. your eyes rolled back as his cum filled you up, taking everything he gave you as he fucked you through the overstimulation.

"God, i fucking love you, you know that?” he mumbled against your skin, kissing and sucking wherever he could reach. he was still so turned on and relieved and just so happy when you nodded your head and mumbled a weak, "love you too, eren, s-so much.”

"that's right, baby, you love your big brother," he moaned, and you were crying and writhing again as he reached his hand down to toy at your clit. "knew i could fuck it out of you."

[seraphdreams]

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE." | GHOSTFACE!ARMIN ARLERT.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 4.6k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. fem!reader, smut, modern au, mentions of murder / death / blood, fingering, armin’s a creep, symbolism, noncon/dubcon, insanity, manipulation, monomania, creampie, knives, stalking. mdni <3.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. armin’s worked hard to build up his perfect life, and he certainly wasn’t expecting for someone to rip that from under him. he’s obsessed — with a life that isn’t his.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! we are sooo back n in full swing for kinktober this year !! i’ll drop my masterlist here for all the prettie dolls to check out … please show this some love by reblogging / sharing, it’ll mean the absolute world 2 me !! kk, luv ya, bye ♡

Armin Arlert. Age 23. Graduated from Shiganshina University.

Armin Arlert, starting his new life under a freshly installed roof that rivaled his dorm of the past four years and provided him with much needed privacy. Armin Arlert, with a degree in humanitarian affairs accompanied with a promising future ahead, it’s the life he deserved after the turbulent destruction that was his tragic past. He could start over now in high hopes of making a name for himself in this unfamiliar city. Nothing could stop him, or the unperturbed spout of elation percolating within.

Aside from optimism, though, he remained undoubtedly sure that the life he had curated for himself was one that no other could outclass. He was smart — spent his days in libraries, in his study room, reading about anything that satiated his appetite for enlightenment, and be that as it may, he wasn’t looking for a lover. His solace brought him far better pleasure than any person could possibly imagine.

He’d work, research, and then work some more, day in and day out. And the day of your meeting was no different.

He had decided to utilize the time he carved out of his restless schedule for a much needed re-read of his favorite book. Moments like these were significant to Armin; the pungent aroma of freshly brewed tea in his mug, luminescence dim in the apartment, and a faint timbre of violins that spilled from his speaker.

Moments like these were when he couldn’t keep track of how many hours had passed him by as he flipped page by page into whatever universe his books had drawn him into.

Rested against the kitchen counter with his novel in one hand and retrieving a sip from his beverage in the other, his eyes scanned the piece of literature. Every once and awhile, he’d shift his weight from his left hip to the right, or opt to sit on the cozy loveseat in his study. All without withdrawing his attention from his book.

Glasses low on the bridge of his nose, he gently pushed them up — Then it came. The sonority of his doorbell, jostling him out of his serene thoughts and the inquisitiveness that flowed through his veins soon after, urged his body to tread to the front door in search of the cause.

As his footfall led him closer to the handle of the door, he could make out a silhouette, seemingly of a woman. All inquisitions of who could be at his doorstep were fulfilled once he opened it and you stood, with a bright smile on your face.

Armin’s angelic features hidden underneath a veil of golden blond tresses accentuated his soft, azure-hued eyes. His face was one of few that aided you in comfort just upon first glance, which chased away the unease of the possibility that he could’ve been ill-tempered.

“Hi, I’m Y/N! I moved in next door,” You pointed your thumb in the direction beside you as if to signal which side of the building you’d be occupying. “I just thought I'd introduce myself,”

He matched your syrupy sweet beam with one of his own, the corners of his eyes turning upward in tandem as if they were smiling too. He held the door open slightly wider to catch a better glimpse of you. From your attire, he could discern that you weren’t much of a modest girl, but it’d be wrong of him to idly make assumptions. Especially when his choice of dress during the lax hours of the day were a white button-up, cashmere cardigan thrown atop, with a pair of tan slacks.

“Y/N?” He repeated, in a manner to affirm that he had heard correctly. “I’m Armin. It’s nice to meet you,”

He would’ve held his hand out for yours had it not been engaged by his book. You weren’t trying to pry, yet the cover of the story was lucid in your mind once you took notice. “Berenice? The Edgar Allan Poe novel?”

His eyes trailed to where your manicured nail was pointed. The rosy flush of his cheeks deepened while he rubbed away the discomfiture stirring at the back of his neck. Once again, he had mindlessly brought his book with him wherever he strode.

“Y-Yeah, It’s my favorite. Have you read it?”

“A few times,” You hummed, meeting his sheepish gaze. “It’s so jarring, right?”

Armin skimmed over your face before allowing himself to speak. “But there’s beauty in the madness,” His words trolled over in a more weighty tone than he had intended, an apologetic smile on his face once he caught wind.

“Or at least that’s how i interpret it,”

His outward timidity roused an endearing chuckle from you. “I truly don’t mean to bother you, though. If you need anything I'm on your right!” You retort with a vague inclination of haste.

Truth be told, Armin’s interest in you piqued with the mention of the Poe story. “Oh, you’re not a bother-”

His vocables fell short against your own when you waved him goodbye, and he mirrored your actions with cordiality in his eyes.

Maybe she’s just busy.

—

Ever since Armin’s first encounter with you, he had found himself taking a rather atypical interest in the relations of you. The first bout of instances being regular events of curiosity where he’d watch as the moving company aided you in getting your belongings settled; hauling in furniture and appliances, all while Armin remained under the guise of checking his mailbox. Over a short span of time, though, he found himself increasingly knowledgeable in the subject that was you.

You showered at 8:00pm. You ate dinner at 7:00pm. The alarm settled on your desk, a few feet beyond your bed would go off at 6:00am sharp, and he’d be up at that same dawning hour to anticipate your departure to work.

He knew these things. Of course, he did.

He memorized all of your schedules to calculate what you’d be doing throughout the day, and where.

His own work was slow for him during those days, and books didn’t seem to capture that spark of exhilaration like you did. For once, he felt enthralled by each day granting him an opportunity to analyze you further.

On another day, he’d built up enough confidence to observe you as you came home from work, once more, under the false assumption that he’d been checking his mail.

“Good afternoon.”

Armin’s voice registered within your being quickly, startling you out of your fast-paced strut to your door. “Oh, good afternoon!” Your footfall faltered until you reached a close. “Armin, was it?”

Over Armin’s time of stalking- no, studying you, he’d come to realize just how ethereal you were. It was as if the deities above handmade every feature on your face, curve of your body, lilt in your voice with the intention of making you one of their own — an angel.

He found you charming.

With a nod of his head, he braced himself to inch toward you. Not proximal enough to cause you discomfort, he wouldn’t want that, yet enough to signal his unwavering immersion. “Did you just come from work?”

It was otiose of him to ask the question seeing as he undeniably knew the answer. Judging from your business attire and pencil skirt just a little too short for any other establishment’s dress standards, he had assumed you worked a kushy job at an office firm. You evidently earned a heap of money, with him recalling the numerous occasions you’d come home with luxury shopping bags hanging off your arms, tied in with the fact that the suites he inhabited weren't exactly affordable for the average person.

You responded hospitably to his question, that same lovely smile poured over your features and seeping into his personage. “Mhm, and what about you? Your work?”

He was surprised at your need to pull the conversation along further, it was as if you were succoring to curate his plans, as if you could read his mind and pick out from a haystack that you were his only interest, you were his source of bliss. A serendipitous moment, indeed. He straightened himself up, clearing his throat. “Me? Oh, well I just help out at charities and organizations from time to time,”

He’d be a fool to deny the set of wide eyes that were fixated upon his figure.

“For real? You must be a really good person then.” You responded with your hands clasped together and held against your chest, pupils of your eyes glittered in a sense of unshakable admiration.

As the conversation went on, you had begun to synonimize your neighbor with the fresh, and comforting feeling of congeniality. It helped that he was easy to converse with, seeming as he’d always been listening while keeping eye contact and rewiring his queries in a way that deemed you the main focus, and he, a vessel for your words to absorb within.

For Armin, he enjoyed getting to know you. You were perfect, in all the best ways.

And soon enough, through an exhausting series of prying inquiries, he’d piece together that your perfection wasn’t hulled along by determination or strong will, but by God’s good grace. He’d come to register that you didn’t have to struggle like he did to reach the triumphant point in life for which he stood. You were born that way, born with a silver spoon in your mouth and just the right kiss-ass people in your life to keep you that way. A spoiled fucking brat.

What had been the rationale behind his suffering? The years in which he’d been bullied repeatedly in public schools, had acquaintances that had only cared about him for their personal gain, and parents so utterly vapid that they’d give up their only child if it meant they could continue working towards an unattainable goal?

Fueled by a sense of jealousy, he waned your nepotism a hindrance. You were merely a telescope that he wanted so badly to see into.

For Armin was obsessed with a life that wasn’t his.

Meticulously, he had spent his time after that hidden away within his flat. Armin didn’t care to know anything more about you, he didn’t care to see your face, and he surely didn’t care for you.

When he stumbled across an unkempt, unpacked box in his room with the label of “Uni 2019,” written on the side in thick, inky letters, his concern led him to relive those memories upon removing the cardboard lid.

In it, there were polaroid photos, compact trophies he’d won from participating in school events, courtesy of his STEM minor, and a dark piece of fabric that caught his eye more than anything.

He recalled his first year of college where his two closest friends, Eren and Mikasa, dragged him out of their stuffy shared dorm and onto one of the first parties held by the school’s fraternity house during the fall semester.

“Armin, you look ridiculous,”

Mikasa said as she stomped away in her leather boots, leading the way for the two men accompanying her to follow her off-campus.

She was dressed in homage to Misa Amane from her favorite anime, although the style of dress aided no significance since it was hauntingly similar to her everyday wardrobe.

Eren was intended to show up as “Light” but he insisted on wearing something he deemed appealing, his plan was to get initiated by the end of the night, anyhow. He wore a deep black cloak, dark ripped jeans and had his hair tied aimlessly into his warped perception of a bun, with the mask of a ghost facing sideways on his head to allow for him to see.

Ghostface. Scream (1996).

Armin allowed himself to be pulled away by the Ackerman, his rebuttal falling on deaf ears. “You didn’t give me enough time, Mika. This is all I could come up with.” Armin’s poor excuse for a costume was tissue paper wrapped around his frame in stereotypical mummy fashion, a classic of all classics.

Though, that night had concluded like any other gathering involving college-aged students, the trio having woken up to hangovers and bad decisions.

Armin stared at the contents of the box a while longer before taking the cloak out and trying it on for size. Obviously, it was meant for a taller person, but regardless, the wheels in his head gradually spun.

He took it off after careful observation when the sensation of juvenility filled his veins. He wasn’t fond of the costume rousing the impression that he was an illegitimate killer — He knew more than he let on, and his passion for the grotesqueries scribed in his books further proved that.

Concurrently, you had been pondering the reason for Armin’s disappearance. After your last conversation with him, he’d stopped formulating ways to talk to you and seemed to never leave his suite, and your heart yearned for his presence once the feeling truly settled in.

You had been swayed by his charm.

His dulcet tone of voice, the intriguing quirks that seemed to hang off of him like leaves to a tree; You missed the way he cared for you, through mundane matters and the like.

Night had fallen, the warm, ochre hues of the day meshing in perfect balance with deep purple tones that signified time’s passing. You were settling into bed, just about ready to fall into slumber when you heard light tapping at your door.

Only for a second did the thought of who could possibly be up this late float through your mind.

Your soles kissed the floor when you made your way to the front door. And once you finally opened it, the sight of your worst fear was drawn to life — The deviant sight of the unknown, with what seemed to look like a kitchen knife in its right hand.

Quickly, without time to react, you attempted to slam the door shut with the force of your shoulder but the action proved futile when the aggressor’s strength pushed back against the wood, sending you stumbling backwards and vulnerable to any attack.

Heavy footsteps creeped eerily towards you out of something from a horror film. Your worst mistake was turning your back, scrambling for a way to retrieve your phone, or even a weapon.

“Help! He-”

The stranger was more agile than you had assumed, easily capturing you with one arm around your waist and its hand cupped against your mouth. You couldn’t shake the terror growing within you as hot tears seemed to spill down your cheeks and your heartbeat so intense, you were sure that it’d had been noticeable.

Your body soft in the assaulter’s touch, they embraced your body taut. The sensation was suffocating, your eyes squeezed shut to further distance yourself from the situation at hand, even if it was only a mental trick.

You resided in a relatively safe area, so why were you in this situation? What cruel joke were you the target of?

The grip on your body loosened ever so slightly, yet you were still fixed in place by the attacker’s opposite hand. While your body was immobilized, you felt the lingering of metal lightly drag against your abdomen to find itself settled just underneath the band of your lace pajamas.

Just moments prior, you had completed your elaborate nightly routine consisting of a glass of wine, face mask, and a warm bath. You also found it fitting to change into one of your newer pajama sets — Thin, baby pink, lace bralette with matching shorts that called for forgoing the need for panties.

All you wanted was to wake up from this nightmare.

“It’d be so beautiful if you died right here in my arms,” Your assailant spoke.

Through your ears, his voice was familiar. A tone so soft, you refused to believe the possibility of who it’s owner could be.

His hand over your mouth was hesitant to situate itself elsewhere in wariness of how you’d react. He was aware of the power behind a blood-curdling scream. The neighbors in this area were nosy. He would know.

He let out a sigh. “But you look really pretty tonight. I wouldn’t want to get blood on you,” His knife trailed further into your shorts, the edge cutting out a hole in the fabric at the seat of the garment.

“Did you do all this for me?”

You winced when the sonority of cloth ripping resonated through your ears. The blade felt dangerously close, running along your body as if to taunt you. That had to be the case; You were in the perfect position to be harmed, so why hadn’t your attacker done so? With your body stricken from fear, his job was easy. Was it not?

The hand over your mouth moved to caress your face and you gasped heavily for the air you were denied.

“W-What do you want?” Your voice echoed shakily throughout the room, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. His knife inched upward to your sternum, and slowly dragged itself back down to your abdomen as he spoke.

“To see what your insides look like.”

For a split second, his hold on you seemed to diminish, granting you the perfect opportunity to run. Yet, your legs felt frail as if there were weights tied to your ankles. The assailant quickly repositioned himself in front of you, his head tilting slightly while he continued his up and down ministrations with the edge of the blade gingerly pressed against your flesh. Not forceful enough to draw blood.

“But maybe now, I want to feel your insides,” His steps crept closer, and instinctively you tried to create as much distance as possible by stepping back. It proved useless when your back hit the cold surface of the door, his face mere centimeters from yours.

Your breath hitched as you found comfort in the presence of the door, leaning against it as if it’d keep you from harm’s reach. You fidgeted, fumbling to grasp at the handle that’d grant you escape. The masked man took notice, hovering over your frame to keep you from trying anything.

“Please- -” Your plea fell in the form of a choked up whimper, just the sound he wanted to hear.

More uncomfortable ripping was sounded when his blade etched a perfect cut in your shorts, leaving your bare cunt out on display for his eyes to see. “Don’t be shy, pretty. I’m sure lots of guys have seen you like this. Am I right?”

Crudeness started to sink in as your face morphed into a contradictory pout. He took your expression for a no and chuckled genuinely, albeit louder than his previous tone. “No? Does this make me the first?” His eyes scanned your lower half once more, then flit back to meet your fear-blown orbs.

“I’d really love to be your first,”

Having grown confident enough to be sure that you wouldn’t try to break free, he dropped the knife to the side, metal clamorously clinking against hardwood flooring while he used his free hand to lift your right leg over the juncture of his elbow. He carefully slotted his middle and ring fingers into your hole, shallowly pumping. Your legs threatened to close with what you couldn’t make of embarrassment or denial.

Your mind felt cloudy once your body gave up its immobility and allowed pleasure to course through your veins, heat rushing to your core with every pump of his fingers. He took notice of the way your expression hastily contorted into one of pure pleasure, eyebrows knit together and your mouth slightly agape, eliciting quiet moans to tumble past.

It was a whorish sight, indeed. A circumstance you couldn’t control with your death at the forefront, yet it was terrifyingly easy to succumb to the euphoric sensation building up within you. The pad of his thumb found its way to your aching clit, and from just the light circling motions in tandem with his fingers, you felt yourself floating to the cusp of release.

“F-Fuck- -“ you rasped. Your hand reached out for his wrist to push him away but the attempt was futile and in turn, he sped up his ministrations.

“Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth. You’re making me lose interest.” He coyly teased.

He was thankful you couldn’t see how flushed his face appeared under the mask. The sight of you spread open for him was too much to bear, he could cum in that moment without ever feeling your gummy walls wrapped around his painstakingly hard cock.

Just before you were about to hit your orgasm, he pulled his fingers away. An agitated groan rumbled from your throat, eyes finally opening to the sight of the man before you, removing his mask and unveiling his true identity.

Something within you didn’t want to admit what you had seen.

From the golden strands of hair that shimmered against the moonlight to his cyan-hued orbs tinted dark with madness. It was Armin, but it wasn’t Armin.

“M-Min.. You —“ The words failed to leave your mouth in a coherent string of sentences. It couldn’t have been your neighbor, not Armin. He was far too delicate, too feeble to carry out a task like this.

He kept unwavering eye contact with you, your pupils shaking from shock. “Hm? Couldn’t see a thing with this mask on,” His response was that of nonchalance, his hand coming to caress your tear-stained cheeks.

“You’re much prettier behind the mesh.”

He pulled down the zipper of his slacks along with the garment itself and his briefs, just enough so that his cock was freed. You didn’t want to look, but you did. You notice how bulbous the head was, glowing a bright pink while the rest of it was pretty girthy as well. It bobbed under its weight, the strings of precum leaking onto your inner thighs as he lined it up with your entrance.

“Why would y—“

Just before you could get the vocables out, he pushed his entire length inside of you, head tilted back and adam’s apple bouncing with each groan he let out. You felt as though you were being split open by how fat his cock was, how it glided effortlessly in and out of your heat.

His pace was tauntingly slow as if he’d shoot his load prematurely. Once he gradually thrusted more vigorously though, you found it hard to keep whimpers at bay. Each push in felt deeper than the last, the wind within your system struggling to keep you afloat. You reached for something to hold onto, scrambling for Armin’s shoulders in the end. Your nails dug deep at the lean muscles of his back, creating raw, catlike scratches on the flesh.

The pain was enough to make him smile. Or maybe it wasn’t the pain, but the sight of you so desperate for him — So desperate for your killer.

How pathetic.

He leaned himself upward to meet your gaze again, that of something from a horror movie, his gaze was darker than before, strung together by a serious expression. “Kiss me.”

You almost didn’t hear him as your impending orgasm was your only focus. When you took too long to respond, he glanced back at the knife settled just underneath his foot, in a manner to remind you of the real dangers he was capable of.

With the slightest inclination of hesitancy, your lips met his. Contrary to his actions, his kisses were soft, sloppy, and hungry, as if he were craving you. He hooked his arms beneath your knees to hoist you up and against him.

Deeper. You whimpered into his kisses wondering how his cock fucked into you deeper. He slammed your body down onto his length, using your body like it was a toy. You pulled away from the kiss, heaving for air as your head fell upon his shoulder. “Gonna cum, ‘m so close!” Your words slurred, and before you knew it, your essence came in waves, each aftershock more jolting than the last.

He continued pounding into you, shifting his position to hold you up against the wall. Your pleasure reverberated in the form of an inaudible cry while you allowed for the bullying of his cock in your cunt. It was evident to you that he was close from the way his features were etched in pure ecstasy.

Armin looked pretty like that — Wisps of tawny bangs messily splayed across his forehead from perspiration and a light tinge of scarlet dusted across his nose and cheeks, up to the tips of his ears. His soft, rosy lips were slickened with the mixture of your wet kiss and his.

“Oh, God-”

The guttural groan he let out had your walls clamping down taut around him. “Cum for me again—Shit! Say my name,”

The stamina he retained came as unexpected to you, your overstimulated heat trying to find pleasure in the way it’s being battered up. He spoke again, this time with a docile lilt in his tone.

“Tell me you’re mine, Y/N. I wanna be yours.”

You didn’t want to. You were beyond opposed to feeding into his hedonistic delusions, especially in the impuissant state that you were in. Yet, you couldn’t stop the affirmations from flowing once another orgasmic high coiled up in your core.

“Armin! ‘M yours! All yours,”

Just as soon as your words circulated through his mind, he felt his balls tighten, his thrusts faltering in potency as he reached closer to his high.

In his mind, it was profoundly amorous that you both had hit euphoria simultaneously, warm ropes of his sticky seed painting your walls while he shallowly jettisoned every last drop. Your womb was the goal, and he had scored.

He was tentative to pull out, wanting to relish in the warmth of your core for as long as he possibly could but he knew the idea wouldn’t be feasible. “You’re so good. I mean, you listen so well,”

He delicately placed you back on your feet, your body lax in his hold. “Thank you!” He beamed, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

“Thank you for what?” You responded, your eyes searching for anything else to focus on as you gained enough strength to separate yourself from him, even if it was just a few inches.

“You helped me,”

You couldn’t make sense of the nonsense coming out of his mouth nor his need to be a hair's breadth away from you at all times.

“You helped me realize I never wanted to hurt you,” His hands found their place at your waist, softly running along the curve. “I just wanted to be inside you.”

“No, you wanted to kill me.” You spoke in a more conflicted tone, wondering if the gears in his head were turning at all. He chuckled, creating a few inches of distance between the two of you.

“I mean, I did at first. I was jealous, Y/N,” His voice sounded like that of a beg. “You have such a perfect life and I want it — I want to be in it.”

You couldn’t bear to listen to anymore of his twisted thoughts, feeling the heavy coat of uncomfortability weighing your shoulders down. “Armin, you’re crazy.”

“I love you, Y/N. Let me into your life, please?”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands furthering south until they halted at the small of your back.

“I won’t hurt you,”

“I love you.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — @valentinevampyr @oneofthesevensins @iamtrashgod @iconicbabii @inusdoll @kloesklarity @bakuhoe-3 @antistellxr

[jaegerbby]

➳ quid pro quo

--͙[armin arlert x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 2756

╰┈➤ rundown; the last time you saw armin, you were telling him how much you liked him. it must be fate that you finally saw him again, right?

╰┈➤ caution; elements of NONCON/DUBIOUS CONSENT, manipulation, virginity loss (mentions of blood), rough sex, cream pie, unprotected sex, cervix fucking and belly bulge mentioned.

not proof read!

"you're a virgin?" you are speaking too loudly.

armin unsurely glimpses around before rubbing his nape. "yeah. is something wrong with that?"

you shake your head immediately. the last thing you want is to make him feel judged. but this is your armin. the same armin that happened to be in a relationship when you confessed. the same armin you left behind when you moved away.

the same armin that you are still pining after. you have not seen him since your confession. he chose his girlfriend over you, which was understandable.

in some fantasy world, he accepted your feelings and you lived happily every after.

that did not happen in this one.

"i'm a virgin too." you would have expected armin to have lost his somewhere along the line. he was handsome when he was younger although he was frail. but now, now he has filled out. now his shoulders are broad and his arms are carved with muscles.

"really? a pretty girl like you?" you jolt, still not use to speaking with him after the years that passed. especially hearing him call you pretty. he never called you that before.

"yeah." you swallow. "i never really thought about it." you fidget in your seat, tapping your finger on the coffee lid absentmindedly.

armin's hand reaches to cover yours, you look up and see ocean blue. but this ocean is dangerous and this ocean will draw you in and never let you out.

you would drown in it.

you have drowned in it once before.

"i think it was meant to be this way, you and me." he tilts his head with the sweetest smile, his lips are so pink, you find it hard to breathe. you cannot deny the fluttering of your heart.

you liked armin at a simpler time, when you were young and he made your cheeks ache with laughter. when he grasped your heart and made it beat.

it has to be destiny. it has to be.

like the stars aligned for you to reunite with him and have all the things you should have had before.

---

it was a lie. of course it was.

countless dates, countless midnight calls and loving talks. countless compliments and memories. you want to wipe it away. you trusted armin then, it was easy to trust him now.

so why are you here?

why are you here with his hands greedy all over your body, with so much experience it makes you sick?

why is he pounding into you like a man who is well versed in taking women?

he is inside you, you might not be a virgin anymore but his was long gone before tonight.

your eyes squeeze shut, turning your face away from him. you try, you really do. willing yourself to not be in this moment but it is so difficult when he is everywhere.

you can feel the heat of his spit staining your skin. his fingers squeeze every inch of your body that is left to his whim. he seems to crave memorising every inch of you.

your breasts, hips, waist, dusting your collar bones and gripping your neck. he does not leave any bit of you untouched.

how can he when he has desecrated your body and stuffed you full of his cock?

you can feel his breath and drops of his sweat as he fucks into you. you can feel the presence of his body over you. he has you beneath his shadow like a reminder of your place.

that you would have ended up like this, with him. whether you liked it or not.

you try so hard to ignore the thick heated cock that is being thrust into your leaking cunt, prodding your cervix and making your belly bulge.

your tightly shut eye lids do nothing to evade the fact that he is bare and throbbing inside of your cunt.

you are constantly reminded of how treacherous your body is with every squelch of your pussy and the liquid it is soaking him with.

your body is shaking, moving with every sharp and calculated hump of his hips against yours.

you are a muddled mess in his sheets, in his room, surrounded by his scent. your breath halts when you feel him lowering over you. his large, calloused hand tilts your head back, gripping your jaw.

"look at me." his voice is too sweet, it is what you would have thought before this but now you can hear just how crazed he is.

"open those pretty eyes and look at me." he grits his teeth, slamming his hips into yours so hard that it is painful.

your back arches with tension. tears leak from your eyes, clouding your vision of him but he is stroking them away and shushing you like he was made to be the epitome of kindness.

yet, he is fucking into you, stripping you of the virginity you prided yourself in. he is one big juxtaposition. so kind and yet so cruel.

he is goading you about the blood, about the amount of blood that is soaked over his entire cock just like the wetness dripping from you.

your face contorts in discomfort when his tongue dips into your mouth. "you're going to remember me, got me in your head and shaped to my cock." he grins.

there is blue eyes and blond hair. eyes you would stare into and finally feel safe, that shun with the most love you had ever received.

hair you would coax your fingers through to remind yourself he was there.

now, you are not quite sure where they went or if they were even real. he huffs a curse, shoving his length so harshly inside of you that you are scratching at his chest.

"it hurts." you cry, wishing he would be gentle like he had been before. wishing he would kiss away your tears and hold you close. you wish he would say sorry because you would forgive him.

but he does not.

instead he threads his large fingers in your hair, forcing your head back, it makes you hiss in pain, writhing under him with tears staining your cheeks.

"it's even, cause your pussy's squeezing me so hard it hurts." he smiles, voice completely mocking yours.

"loosen up." he crowds over you more, his tongue lapping over your swollen lips, your legs spreading more as he presses himself further against you.

"your cunt's so tight you're gna break my dick." he laughs. he laughs like this entire circumstance is some funny joke. it is a cruel one.

he is cruel but you hope and ache for him to be sweet again.

the tears you shed right now remind you of the day you told him you liked him and all he had to say was that he had a girlfriend. you were stupid then and you are stupid now.

you moan although you do not want to. you moan as his cock plunges into your sopping walls and your mind draws a blank.

"why didn't you wait for me? i was yours, i am yours. so why couldn't you give me two months, i wanted to make everything right and you left me." he grits, his mouth finding your neck to suck marks on your skin.

this is one of the happiest moments of his life. having you, being inside you. he had daydreamed about it. hearing you say 'i like you,' with teary eyes and the cutest voice was a moment he framed and kept in his heart.

he kept it at the forefront of his mind.

at that time, he wished he could have shoved those words back into your mouth. he wished he told you to wait. armin might be fucking you like he hates you but he does not. no, quite the opposite. he loves you dearly.

he could not break up with his girlfriend, he did not want to drive her to the point of no return. he was considerate of her so why were you not considerate of him?

he was going to be yours at the end of it. why did you not wait? why did you not be patient? it is all he wanted to ask of you. now years after. years without you. he has to punish you for it.

he has to. he loves you, he would never hurt you. but you hurt him.

his hands squeeze your body so hard like he needs to taint your skin in every way.

"this pussy is mine, always been mine. fuck, why would you keep her away from me?" your skin stings every time he presses back into you. your fingers knot in the sheets, gritting your teeth.

you feel it, you feel every bit of him. he sears through you and pulls your insides apart. you drip and leak and drench him although you wish you did not.

your mind is a mess.

your mind feels like it has been dismantled and put together in the wrong order.

it should not feel good. being stretched beyond your limit and having him touch you should be the last thing that feels good.

you spiral into depravity the longer he pounds into you. the longer his cock fills your aching hole and caresses your gooey walls.

his finger finds your clit and you jolt, his mouth meeting yours.

it is surprisingly gentle. it is surprisingly everything you ever wanted. he licks into your mouth, you feel too much. you feel too many things inside and have too many thoughts in your head as your body trembles and you cream on him.

as your cunt clenches and your stomach feels like it is filled with too many butterflies to contain.

"all fucking mine, fuck you're all mine. you're my baby." he breathily pants, his legs flexing as he fucks your through the overwhelming orgasm.

as your cunt grips and soaks him. all you think about is that he called you baby. he called you his.

you find yourself hoping he means it.

"so tight. how are you this tight?" his hands brutally grip your waist. "you kept it for me right? tell me you kept it for me." his cock pulses along your sensitive walls, you swear you feel him from the inside out.

"you knew i'd come and find you, you were waiting for me, weren't you?"

you are crying, the tears seem endless. they stream down your face and your sobs are watery.

why does he feel so good inside you?

why has he broken you to bits but still makes you feel whole?

some sick and twisted part of you was holding out for him, you were stupid to think he saved any bit of him for you too.

clearly he did not.

everything he does is confident, everything he does it looks like he has before.

he asks you so many questions and you do not answer a single one. even as he slams his hips to yours, even as you are dazed by the wet sounds of your pussy taking him over and over.

armin does not want to stop.

he curses.

his body lurching forward to cover you, shallowly pumping his hips. you feel it. you feel hot sticky strands pooling inside you and your teeth grit.

it makes you remember there was nothing between you and him. there was nothing stopping him from creaming your cunt and emptying his load inside you like he had been dreaming about for years.

he is covered in sweat, it drips from his blonde strands and trails down his temple. his hips stutter as he slumps onto you.

your face contorts in discomfort, you can feel your insides being sodden in unfamiliar liquid.

he lays over you, you want to clutch him to your chest and keep him close. you want to act like he never betrayed you. like this was the beautiful moment you wanted it to be.

you cannot move. you lay there, with armin weighing down your body and tears streaming from your eyes.

you feel him breathing, you feel him tilt his hips like he wants to ensure he has given you every last drop.

he presses a skin to your neck before he sits up on his knees.

you flinch as he keeps your legs spread for him to see, slowly easing his cock out of you.

all the cum that you could feel inside of you is now streaming from your slit endlessly. it us staining the sheets and your thighs and you can feel yourself getting sick.

nausea dizzies your head.

he leaves you there, sprawled out on his bed. cum on your body and a million emotions inside you.

he does not clean up himself much less you. instead he haphazardly wipes his dick with the already stained sheets and grabs a pack of cigarettes from his drawer.

"want one?" you cannot even look at him, you do not speak, you want to spend hours crying.

you wish to mourn the loss of all the things you had believed before this night.

"right, you're too good for this shit." he takes one for himself, placing it between the plush pink of his lips and lights it.

it seems there are many things he is used to doing.

"how was your first fuck?" there is no sugar coating, there is not an ounce of euphemism.

he leans against the head board, glancing over at your spent body before his free palm reaches over to you. you think he will pet your hair like he used to, dry your tears maybe even hold your hand but instead he is gripping the flesh of your breasts.

you squeeze his wrist the more he gropes you, wishing you could push him away, his touch should make you sick but it does not. it should make you hate him after everything he did but you do not.

a shaky breath escapes you. he places the cigarette to his lips.

inhale.

"i broke you in."

exhale.

"you can fuck as many guys as you want now."

you swear you stop breathing. your chest hurts and your eyes burn.

you struggle to compose yourself.

"a lot of em are talking about you." you squeeze his hand tighter. your body aches all over, you feel sticky and disgusting.

you sit up, cringing at the syrupy liquid that reminds you of it all. you practically drop your head into his lap, curling your legs closer to your chest before you start sobbing.

your shoulders shake and your sniffles are all too wrecked. as wrecked as you feel. as wrecked as he has made you.

armin's brows raise, still blowing out smoke before his hand rests on your back. trailing into your hair and petting you.

finally.

you should not want it, you should not want him to touch you, you should be pulling on your clothes and running away. you should be cussing him out but instead all you want is him close.

he stubs the cigarette before throwing it in the ashtray. his hands slip under your arms to sit you on his lap.

"who do you want to fuck?" you are crying harder, barely able to hold yourself up. your head slumps forward, hair hiding your face. but the loudness of your sobs is not something you can conceal.

"me?" you look up at him with the most miserable expression on your face. your eyes are swollen from crying and your lips are bitten raw.

yet you nod your head, you nod your head but it is not that question which you are answering, there are a million things you want to say but they do not come out.

instead they are broken cries, you have always wanted armin and for a minute he was yours but he broke you.

he betrayed you yet you cannot hate him. armin tries to dry your face but your tears are incessant.

he is so warm and he is so nice. his hair is pushed back for once and you find yourself thinking about how beautiful he looks.

he hums, pressing kisses to your face and tugging you into him.

"just you." you mumble. you only ever wanted it to be him. he squeezes you tighter.

"then, it will only ever be me." because you always get what you ask for.

his fingers lace with yours and you practically melt into him.

"just you and me."

i barely have time to write :((

[milkywaydrabbles]

Milkywaydrabbles Masterlist!

Castlevania:

He who was found in chains, set free. I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX WIP (Alucard) Alucard with sassy S/O HCs Kinktober Body worship (Alucard) Kinktober Breeding (Alucard) Kinktober noncon (Alucard) Kinktober thigh fucking (Alucard) Kinktober Facesitting (Alucard) Kinktober stuck in the wall (Alucard) Flufftober "my parents love you" (Alucard) Kinktober panties/lingerie (Alucard) Kinktober size difference (Alucard) Flufftober "Hold me" "I wish you could see how I see you" (Alucard) Kinktober bondage (Alucard) Flufftober "Is that...Is that a dog?" (Alucard) Kinktober virginity (Alucard) Kinktober Overstimulation (Alucard) Kinktober Pegging (Alucard) Kinktober tentacles (Alucard) Flufftober "Oh my god I didn't know you could cook" (Alucard) Flufftober "What are you doing?" "I was trying to cook pancakes but it didn't exactly work" (Alucard) Flufftober "I could just stare at you forever" "Creep" (Alucard/Reader POV) Flufftober "sing to me again" (Alucard) Flufftober "I just want you to relax in my arms" (Alucard) Flufftober "I could just stare at you forever" "creep" (Alucard/Alucard POV)

My Hero Academia: 

No Place is too far - one shot (Aizawa)

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Cuddly Nanami HCs Bully!Geto HCs Shy!Choso HCs Fratboy!Gojo I | II | III | IV Kinktober body worship (Geto) Horny Gojo HCs I | II Musician!Geto HCs I

Attack on Titan: 

Flufftober "I'm Already Home" (Eren) Kinktober bukkake (Eren, Levi, Armin, Floch)

Tokyo Revengers:

Kinktober threesome (Kakucho, Rindou) Meeting the Haitani brothers in a club Kinktober breeding/bondage (Rindou) Mikey x Tall!Reader Kinktober Hate sex (Rindou) Draken/Shinichiro x Tall!Reader Kinktober Threesome or Moresome (Hanma, Sanzu, Rindou, Ran) Kinktober Virginity (Rindou) Kinktober uniform (Rindou) Haitani Ran HCs

[arlerts-angel]

armin arlert x afab!reader

warnings: m+f masturbation | noncon voyeurism

thinking about armin walking in on you masturbating.

he gets so flustered initally. his face is bright red and burning. if you asked him, he'd say his heart nearly stopped.

but now he just can't get the image of you fucking your pretty little puffy pussy out of his head.

the adrenaline must've went straight to his cock. he never in a million years would've gotten the idea to watch you do something so lewd, let alone jerk off to it.

yet here he is; back against the wall, fucking his fist, peeking his head into your slightly ajar door to jerk himself off in time with you.

taglist: @i-literally-cant-with-this @toji-girl-main @heliiacus @la-undercover-latina @darkstarlight82 @lees-chaotic-brain @slutforthanatos @ringsofsaturnnnn @milky-aeons @so-you-like-kpop

[kazutora-kurokawa]

♡ About Me ♡

♡ She/her, black, 18, dms open (feel free to message me random things), you can call me Kaz or any other pet names you'd like

♡ I write fluff sometimes but this is still a NSFW blog, MINORS DNI

♡ DON'T COME IN MY DMS REQUESTING STUFF

♡ DON'T INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR, RACIST, SEXIST, HOMOPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, ETC

♡ I write mainly for jjk, tokrev, and aot but I'll write for another fandom if you have suggestions.

♡ Read the rules before requesting pls ⤵️

Request rules:

1) I'll write smut, fluff, or angst.

2) I WON'T write smut about noncon, incest or stepcest, minors, animals, or any illegal shit. I also won't be writing anymore age gap stuff, however the age gap content I've already written will stay on my blog and is now appropriately tagged with #age gap!, they can be found in the Bonten part of my masterlist, so steer clear.

3) I'll write for any character in the fandoms I write for and any that you suggest if I know the character well enough.

4) I only write for fem and gender neutral reader so specify which one you want when requesting.

5) Don't be rude or bossy when making a request, you don't gotta kiss my ass but have some decency about it pls

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Headcanons

Toman

Tenjiku

Bonten

Black Dragons

Valhalla

Valhalla!Hanma x Rival Gang Member!Reader (NSFW)

Multiple Characters *stuff with characters that belong to different gangs*

Full Fics/Mini Fics

Multiple Characters

Me U & Hennessy (NSFW)

It Wasn't Me! (SFW)

TokRev x Reader: Risky Sex (NSFW)

Beat Me To It: Mitsuya Finds Out Hakkai Lost His V-card (SFW+suggestive)

Good Cop, Bad Cop: Mikey x Sensitive!Reader x Takemichi (NSFW)

HanKisa x Reader: On Camera (NSFW)

TakeMikey x Reader (SFW)

HanKisa x Reader: Ferris Wheel Fuck (SFW->NSFW)

Needy!TokRev x Coworker!Reader (NSFW)

Vampire!Baji x Vampire!Reader pt.2: Turning Chifuyu (SFW+angst+comfort)(part 1 is in headcanons section)

Kazutora

Post Prison!Kazutora (NSFW)

Kazutora x Reader: Thought We Was Tied (SFW+angst)

Mikey

Cheater!Bonten Mikey (NSFW)

Masturfesting w/ Mikey (NSFW)

Draken

Mechanic!Draken x Cheater!Reader (NSFW)

Sanzu

Savior!Bonten!Sanzu (SFW)

Bonten!Sanzu x Reader: Waking Up To You (SFW+suggestive)

Kisaki

Soft!Kisaki x Motormouth!Reader (SFW)

Takemichi

Dom!Takemichi x Brat!Reader (NSFW)

Taiju

Submissive!Taiju (NSFW)

Protective!Taiju x Naive!Bratty!Reader (SFW->NSFW->SFW)

Izana

Izana x Gang Member's Sister!Reader (SFW)

Baji

Simon Says, Fuck Me (NSFW)

Rockstar!Baji Kissing Fan!Reader (SFW+suggestive)

Cheater!Baji x Reader (SFW+angst)

Hanma

Sub!Hanma x Reader: Cumming From Degradation (NSFW)

Soft Sex w/ Hanma (NSFW)

Random Stuff *things that aren't necessarily full headcanons or full fics*

Take me Out (SFW)

Boobs or Butt? (SFW)

Mommy Kink Draken? (NSFW)

Hanma x Chubby!Reader (SFW)

Pegging Hanma? (NSFW)

Hanma grabbing your waist (SFW)

Hanma Rant (NSFW)

Ran Rant (NSFW)

Kazutora Thirst (NSFW)

Kazutora Thirst 2 (NSFW)

Hanma is an ass man (NSFW)

TokRev x Hispanic!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Slight Baji Thirst (NSFW)

Rindou x Reader x Shion Thirst (NSFW)

Model!Hakkai x Designer!Reader Thirst (SFW)

Vampire!Hakkai Thirst (SFW+suggestive)

Headcanons

Armin

Armin Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Eren

Toxic!Dom!Eren Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Multiple Characters

When their partner apologizes for talking too much (SFW)

Headcanons

Choso

Virgin!Choso Headcanons (NSFW)

Multiple Characters

JJK Men When They Catch You Masturbating (NSFW)

JJK x Clingy!Bimbo!Reader (SFW+slight NSFW)

Full Fics/Short Fics

Nanami

Nanami Going Down On You (NSFW)

KAIJU NO. 8 Works (NO BANNER YET!)

Kafka Headcanons (NSFW)

Giving Kafka Head (NSFW)

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Touchstarved Men (SFW->NSFW)

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[wh0rrorb4by]

sneak preview of something with Armin… 💗

“please, y-you shouldn’t do this,” you managed to choke out, fresh tears spilling over your eyes as you stared up at him. but you weren’t sure why you couldn’t stop crying. maybe it was because your body was betraying you, and you felt so powerless and weak as your back arched and your legs spread open for him. “i w-won’t tell anyone.”

[lesinquietes]

I’m thinking of Yandere!Levi drugging and touching you all over… plotting to take you as his one day 🤭

⚠️ mdni. drugging. noncon touching.

He insists that you have a cup of peppermint tea every day to maintain good health. You are his personal secretary, after all; if he wants to keep up with his daily tasks, he needs you performing at peak capacity. You’re crucial to his operation.

It’s funny. When Erwin insisted he get an attendent to help with his organization, he did so begrudgingly; now, he can’t imagine life without your aid. Your warmth brightens his darkest days, and when no one else can make him feel through his numbness — a byproduct of excessive loss and agonizing trauma — you always manage to stir up something in his frigid chest.

That’s why he begins to drug you.

It starts out innocently enough. He lets you nap here and there. The sedative helps soothes you. You’re adorable when you’re locked in a deep slumber. The way you drool and hum softly lights his heart on fire. He fantasizes about falling asleep next to you every night, listening to the sound of your breathing as he dozed off. Maybe with you there, he’ll finally be able to rest. He makes it his mission to find out.

That’s when the drugging turns dark.

One evening, after you collapse at your desk from the effects of his drug, he decides against carrying you to the couch; instead, he sweeps you off to his bed. He reasons that you might want to be more comfortable, especially at this time of night, and that he’s doing you a favour. In reality, he’s doing himself a favour. But when has he ever been selfish? Not since he wanted to sacrifice Armin to revive his old friend.

Twisted as it may be, Levi thinks he deserves this.

His hands roam. He gropes and feels you. He relishes in the texture of your skin beneath his palm. Silver irises lock onto your clothed breasts when you inhale sharply. He battles the urge to finger your nipples, plucking them until they’re erect and ready for his mouth. He can’t subject you to such pleasure yet; that’s reserved for when you’re conscious. He implores himself to keep outside your garments and not get ahead of the plan.

He’ll get your body used to his touch first; then, when he’s stimulated and teased you enough in slumber, that your temptation for him is clouding your mind, he’ll wait for you to beg. And you will beg. Playing the long game, he’s proven how much he wants you; it’s your turn to prove how much you want him.

[htmszi]

0FFIC1AL ARM1N ARL3RT M.L1$T.

“𝐘-𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄? 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅.”

18+ content, not suitable for minors.

tw’s will be written under every piece of writing, please don’t read if the content isn’t suitable for you!

a small/brief summary/synopsis will be written for fics only </3

FIC$ —

⤷ THE SCH00L$ NERD. / nerd! armin x bully! f! reader / wc. 2.3k / nsfw warning / ↺ / ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

SYNOPSIS: You’ve been nothing but mean to armin, always having him do your school work but armin didn’t mind, as long as he ends up fucking you at the end of the day, you could use him however and whenever you want. <3

C/W: unprotected sex, creampie, reader is mentioned to have big boobs, mommy kink, clothed sex, cowgirl position, overstimulation, teasing, edging, kinda sub! armin, reader flashing her ass, armin obsessed with reader’s boobs, face-sitting, armin doesn’t have any self control, handjob during class. ☄. *. ⋆

⤷ C0RPSE MAKE0UT. / mean!nerd! armin / wc. 3.8k / dark content + nsfw warning / ↺ / ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

SYNOPSIS: Armin who gets turned on by your vile insults towards him, always trying to convince himself that it’s just his hormones but then ends up getting proven wrong. Armin then makes out a revenge plan towards you for humiliating him the whole school year.

C/W: heavy non con, mind break, degrading, virgin! reader, virginity loss, mention of blood, bondage, dacryphilia, blindfold, rough sex, pussy + ass slapping, sloppy make-outs, unprotected sex, creampie, sub/dom, face fucking, overstimulation, hints of sizekink, edging, no after care, not proofread!! ☄. *. ⋆

DRABBLE$ —

⤷ MY N3RDY B0YFR1END. / nerd!bf! armin / nsfw warning / short n’ sweet / ↺ / ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

C/W: f! reader, dry humping, creampie, soft! armin, praise kink, you ride armin/cowgirl, lower case intended. ☄. *. ⋆

⤷ NONCON + DEGRADING. / mean! nerd! armin / kinktober piece / dark content + nsfw warning / short n’ sweet / ↺ / ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

C/W: non consensual, creampie, degrading, slight brat-taming, mean! armin, cursing, kinda of ooc cause armin is very sweet & nice but he's very mean here. ☄. *. ⋆

HEAD CAN0N$ —

nothin’ here yet . . .

TH1RST$ —

NERD! ARMIN.

ARMIN + BREEDING KINK.

[yandereshingeki]

Halloween Candy & Halloween Tragedy

Yandere!Eren J x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Jean

Masterlist

Word Count: 8.8k

Pairing: Eren x Reader x Jean

Content: Yandere themes, character death, smut, Eren & Jean fighting as per usual, dubcon

Content Warnings: Yandere themes, Murder, Death, Dubcon (coercion), noncon stripping/groping, unprotected sex, possessiveness, guilt, drugging (?) (reader consents and its just melatonin 😭), shower cunilingus, lots of groping, voyeurism, voyeurism that turns into a threesome somewhat (?), Eren spanks you once lmao, fingering, pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel), Aftercare, prone-boning, Implied kidnapping

Summary: After obsessing over you for quite some time, Eren and Jean do something unforgivable after Armin’s Halloween party.

Rushed to finish this in like 3 weeks 😭😭 not my favorite but! that’s ok. Very late halloween post i know <3 hope u enjoy!

They could never agree to anything—always picking fights with one another and pissing each other off over the smallest of things.

They could never agree to anything—except when it came to you.

They agreed that you were perfect—an angel fallen from the heavens and ending up with them, of all people. The day they met you was one they could never forget, still crystal clear in the back of their memories.

That day, that blissful fall day their dear friend Armin introduced them to his long-time partner. You.

They stood in shock, coffee cups in hand when he approached them that day at the mall, his arm wrapped around you with his hand resting on your hip. 

Oh, you were so perfect. 

From the sparkle in your eyes to how soft your hand was when they shook it to greet you. Even the way you spoke to them—your voice like a drug they were taking for the first time, sending them both on a high they’d never experienced before, a high they were about to get addicted to. You were perfect.

How did you end up with Armin? It wasn’t fair—such an angel ending up with someone that wouldn’t be able to protect them if something went wrong, if the wrong people—like them— ended up finding you.

The look they shared after Armin walked ahead, trying to lead the group deeper into the mall, was all they needed to tell each other, ‘we need to talk’

It was strange that for once, they both agreed that they could share. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they knew neither of them could get away with what they wanted alone, or perhaps it was some sort of empathetic revelation that they could share something after all.

Either way, by the time they drove home from the mall that day, your fates were sealed. Both yours and Armin’s.

From there, things went by so fast. Suddenly, they were hanging out with Armin all the time, always insisting that he bring you along. Armin was smart—they knew that, so how he never noticed their increasing interest in his partner, they’ll never know. Not that it mattered anyway, because they wouldn’t have stopped at anything to have you.

It was even more shocking, however, that no one noticed the two of them cooperating more than usual. The fights, reduced to bitter remarks with no rebuttal from the other. Every argument squashed with one look from the other that said, ‘you remember why we have to get along now, don’t you?’

Perhaps they did notice—but just assumed the reasons behind it were innocent, or maybe they were just happy that the annoying bickering stopped. Perhaps if someone had said something or cared enough to figure it out, they could have saved you and Armin.

From the moment they got that invitation to his friends-only Halloween party, it was over. With everything ready, all they had left to do was set their plan into action. After months of planning and doing their damnedest not to fight, it was time for them to reap the rewards of their efforts.

How funny was it, that you were dressed as an angel, matching more with them in their devil costumes than with your own boyfriend who wasn’t dressed up at all. It was a little shameful, to be honest. You deserved someone more willing to show off your relationship, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to show everyone who you belonged to. Like they could. Like they would.

The party couldn’t go by faster; even the alcohol didn’t help to speed things up. Hour by hour, game after game, shot after shot—it was finally over. One by one, everyone slowly called it a night and began to leave, saying their final goodbyes to the party’s host. And finally, it was just you four. All they had to do was wait for a moment alone with Armin. And that would be it.

“I’ll take out the trash!” 

Perfect.

Two trash bags were all the party produced, which wouldn’t take long to drag outside. With your absence, they could finally go through with it. The second you walked out the back door with the plastic sacks, their plan was set into motion.

Jean made his way to the kitchen, plucking a knife from the wooden holder sitting on the counter. Eren began a conversation with Armin, distracting him from his partner in crime sneaking up behind him.

Swiftly, the knife was plunged into Armin’s backside, stabbing straight into his heart. He tried to scream and cry out, but it was no use as Eren slapped his hand over his mouth. 

Jean removed the knife with a tug, leaving the wound vulnerable and open. Armin was quick to go limp in their arms, the two lowering him slowly to the floor as he drifted into demise. Soon enough, he was gone—leaving the two remaining boys to themselves as they mourned him quickly and quietly.

When you came back, you immediately noticed your friend’s positions on the floor, both of them holding your bloodied boyfriend in their arms. You eyed them for a minute, taking a step forward before noticing the pool of red they knelt in. The pool of red coming from your boyfriend.

Screaming, you stumbled back and made a beeline to the nearest bedroom. The one you and Armin shared. 

Jean and Eren cursed loudly, chasing after you as fast as they could only to be stopped by a door slammed in their faces. On the other side, you turned the lock and slid down the wood, curling into a ball and sobbing into your knees.

Your boyfriend was dead. Your boyfriend was dead and your best friends killed him. You couldn’t believe it.

Eren was the first to grab the doorknob, wriggling it violently and pounding on the door when it didn’t open. 

“Let us in! Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be!” He shouted, rattling the knob and shaking the door in its frame. 

Before he could attempt to throw himself at the door, Jean stopped him and pointed out the lock on the handle. It was a privacy lock, a small indent on the outside of it allowing anyone to unlock the door with as little as a penny—which they happened to have, along with an abundance of other change in their pockets.

When you heard the click of the lock unlocking, adrenaline rushed through your veins. You grabbed onto the handle, trying your damnedest to hold it in place because as far as you knew, your life depended on it. Everything was blurred with tears, the sweat on your palms making it even more difficult to hold on. 

As the knob slipped from your hand, the door flew open—sending you flying to the side with it. You let out a shrill scream, collapsing as Jean and Eren ran in. You expected to meet the same fate as your boyfriend—but to your surprise, they both knelt down and hugged you as tight as they could.

The squirms and sobs that followed were expected, the two holding you tighter with every movement you made. You screamed for Armin, demanding to know what they did to him—but neither answered. Instead, they squeezed you until you finally gave up, your legs falling limp while you sobbed into Eren’s chest. 

Eren put his hand in your hair, petting your head while Jean buried his face into your neck, his chin scratching your shoulder. 

“Hey… it’s ok, we aren’t gonna hurt you. We’re just taking something that should’ve belonged to us in the first place. We’ll take care of you now.” Jean pecked your cheek, one of his arms around you moving so he could caress your waist. 

Eren nodded in agreement, kissing your forehead and pushing himself closer to Jean until you were pressed in between them, your back flush against Jean’s chest and your chest against Eren’s. You cried and cried, trying to wriggle and squirm away from their touch. There was nowhere for you to go.

“Shh, shh… just relax, we’re gonna take good care of you. We’ll make you forget all about what you saw.” Eren cooed to you, kissing down your face until his lips landed on yours. Expectedly, you flinched and immediately threw your head back into Jean’s chest, trying to avoid him as he leaned in further and continued to try and kiss you.

Growing tired of your thrashing, he just grabbed your jaw with one hand and forced you to kiss him. No matter how much you seemed to cry or squirm, he wasn’t stopping. And neither was Jean, who pressed soft kisses into the back of your head, his hands slowly creeping up to your chest as he did. 

You wondered how this was supposed to be comforting to you. Two of your best friends killing your boyfriend and then trying to do what only he was allowed to do. It felt horrible. Everything was going too fast.

You squeezed your eyes shut, even more tears flooding your face. As much as you squirmed, nothing seemed to work to get you away from them. They were so much stronger than you, holding you down with ease. It had you feeling sick.

Blood was all over the floor—and on them and you. Your boyfriend’s blood. 

Almost as if he noticed the drying gore at the same time as you, Jean pulled away from your neck and looked around the floor, looking at Eren and clearing his throat, “We should clean ourselves up, Eren… We’re getting blood on them.”

“Where are we supposed to clean ourselves? The sink?” Eren responded, pulling away from his kiss, forgetting that he wasn’t just a guest at this house anymore.

“The shower, dipshit.” Jean snapped.

“Oh, yea.” Eren looked to the floor, slightly embarrassed by his lack of thought.

Jean sighed and stood up, pulling you up with him by the arms. 

Eren followed after him, grabbing your waist as you tried to struggle again. He gave Jean a quick smirk, not giving him time to disapprove of whatever he planned to do before he was already committing to it. 

You let out a yelp as Eren bent down and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking into the large bathroom you used to share with Armin. He flipped the light switch, revealing the makeup brushes and eyeshadow palettes sitting out on the sink that you had told Armin you’d put away after the party. The clothes you’d both been wearing before were messily thrown into the hamper. Your towels were still hung up on the towel bars. Everything was still in its place like it was before the party—the party you wished had never happened.

Jean followed in after, sliding open the glass shower door and turning the knob to hot. He grabbed some of the clean towels from a wire storage shelf next to the toilet, throwing them over the shower door’s frame. Next, he grabbed the cheap plastic horn headbands from his and Eren’s heads, tossing them on the floor.

Eren put you down, pushing you onto your knees and holding you there, refusing to let your begging and cries get to him as he began to tug your costume off of you.

Jean undressed himself next to you, taking off his cheap devil wings and pointy clipped-on tail to throw them in the growing costume pile. He paused after, taking a moment to stare at your now exposed self after Eren had just stripped you of your halo, wings, and dress. 

Underneath everything, you were wearing a white, expensive-looking pair of white lace bra and panties, most certainly intended for Armin. Although, that didn’t matter anymore—because no matter who it was for—it belonged to them now. You belonged to them. 

You cried as Jean reached forward and caressed one of your tits, causing you to recoil back and fling your arms over your chest. You wanted to shrink down and hide in a corner, away from them. This was humiliating. 

Acknowledging your discomfort, Jean pulled his hand away and continued to undress, taking off his black turtleneck shirt and matching black pants with his boxers. He discarded the clothes, moving Eren aside so he could do the same while he finished undressing you. 

The tension was uncomfortable as he reached behind you, going to unclip your bra. You had your head turned to the side to avoid accidentally looking at his third leg, and you could only curl up to protect yourself because of how they had you back into a corner.

You tried looking past Jean—at anything else—but your eyes were met with Eren’s dick instead. Almost immediately, you whipped your head away and squeezed your eyes shut—which would have amused the boys if you weren’t still crying your eyes out. 

After managing to pry off your bra from underneath your arms, Jean had to pull you onto your feet to strip off your final garment. You protested, trying to collapse back into the ball you were in previously, but Eren held you up with his arms around your torso while Jean pulled down your panties.

It felt like you were betraying your boyfriend. Even though he was dead, it felt like you were betraying him. Your darling boyfriend that you loved so much. You couldn’t believe he was dead.

You cried more at the thought of him, and at the fact that you were now naked in front of the very people that took him away. You felt disgusted and disgusting. This feeling was hell.

The shower was more than warmed up by now, so Jean slid open the glass door again and pulled you in with him, Eren following close behind you. It was a little cramped with 3 people, but not so cramped that they couldn’t look at or touch you.

You felt so exposed with the two of them ogling your body, and you felt even more uncomfortable knowing they were both fighting the urge to touch it. You could see it in their eyes and the way they stared down at you like predators drooling over their prey. They looked like they wanted to tear you apart.

The stream of water dripping down them and flooding the drain was red with the blood that washed off of them. It was disgusting to look at, and it felt even grosser to have some on yourself. Your own boyfriend’s blood was all over you. All over them.

You began crying again, incapable of holding it in at all. Everything you’d known collapsed in less than an hour, how else were you supposed to react?

Jean and Eren panicked, trying quickly to comfort you by wrapping their arms around you and wiping the blood away, but it only served to make things worse. Their hands were stained with murder, and you didn’t want it on you. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok… don’t cry.” Eren tried to wipe your tears, ignoring how you turned away from him and attempted to push his hand. He tried to kiss your face, cupping it to hold you in place while he did. Instead, his lips touched your cheek, so he tried to go along with it and kiss down to your jaw and neck.

You tried to back away, forgetting that Jean was behind you and only pushing yourself further into his chest. He instinctively put his hands on your waist, making your body tense up with anxiety. 

Eren looked from you to Jean, meeting eyes with him for a minute before he quietly knelt down in front of you, sliding his hands below Jeans onto your hips. He kissed your stomach, eyes glaring up at you as you grew more and more uneasy. 

“Eren, what—what are you doing?” You asked through fading tears, putting your hands on his head and fingers digging hesitantly into his scalp. If you weren’t in the shower, sweat would be rolling down your face. Your brain was going a million miles an hour and you couldn’t focus on anything except the loud beating of your racing heart.

“I’m trying to help you forget, and since you don’t want me kissing your face I thought that maybe I could kiss you,” He paused, moving one of his hands to hold you steady while he threw your leg over his shoulder, “right here.”

You couldn’t move. Your body was frozen. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion as you watched him lean in, placing his lips on your clit. You tightened your grip on his hair which was still neatly tied in a tight bun, trying to pull on it. He didn’t budge, kissing the tender spot between your legs over and over as you failed to protest.

With your attention occupied by Eren, Jean took his chance to grope you rather roughly, squeezing your tits and fondling them vigorously. His fingers grazed over your nipples repeatedly, turning them stiff and extra sensitive the more he rubbed and touched them. 

“J-Jean—Jean—“ You stuttered, putting one of your hands over his. You wanted to tell him to stop—you wanted to scream at him and push him away, but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You tried, but you were silent as your mouth hung agape.

Hearing you whimper his name like that had Jean rutting against you, trying to force himself even closer to you than before. He wanted to feel you more and more. Hips grinding on yours, hands groping and feeling you. He needed more. 

“Hey… pay more attention to me,” Eren whined, frowning about your shift in attention. He moved back to your clit and stuck his tongue out, beginning to lap at your bud while he stared up at your face. Jealousy was eating him inside. Why didn’t you say his name like that first? He was the one that was between your legs, and he was the one that came up with the idea that led to this. It wasn’t fair that you were moaning for horse face instead.

Eren watched as your face contorted into a mix of pleasure and pain, tears welling up in your eyes but refusing to fall. He latched onto your clit, sucking on it and occasionally flicking over it with his tongue in an effort to milk more sweet sounds out of you. You squirmed but only ended up grinding yourself onto his mouth, so you stopped and tried to hold still instead—which wasn’t very effective. 

“Being good for us now, are ya?” Jean hummed, placing his lips on the crook between your shoulder and neck, showering it with light pecks and kisses trailing to your nape. He latched on, beginning to suck away at your skin and leave a large bruise. You had dozens of fading hickeys from Armin, and he was determined to replace them with his own. He needed to show you that you were his now. His.

Slowly, your tiny whimpers of objection began to turn into more carnal whines fueled by the lewd things they’d been doing to you. Things were growing fuzzy, your brain wanting to forget what you had seen.

Eren was getting rougher, making sure to be as loud as he could when he ate you out to subtly brag to Jean about how much he was enjoying it. You felt every moan and every hum on your clit, turning you so heated that you were practically dripping on his face. He had your legs shaking and crumbling under you, turning you into jelly. Just like Armin used to.

Jean had to hold your waist to keep you from falling, still groping you as you nearly went limp. All you could think about was Armin and how you would melt over his touch just like this. You already missed him so much. It was torture.

You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, whimpering out a quiet “Ar—min…!” through desperate pants as you started to cry again.

Eren froze, as did Jean. For a moment, you thought that maybe they’d changed their minds about what they were doing. That’s what you’d hoped for, anyways—until Eren stood up in front of you, and you saw the furious scowl on his face. 

It wasn’t one of the ridiculously overexaggerated frowns he’d have after losing a game to your boyfriend—it wasn’t the kind you could belly laugh at because of how stupid it looked. 

This frown was terrifying. It made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. It made your tears stop out of pure terror. 

You felt Jean let go of your waist and chest, replacing his hand on the side of your neck. Your body tensed up again, your face turning hot with anxiety as his hand tightened.

“Let's move this to the bed, Jean,” Eren said, looking behind you at Jean. Your chest felt so heavy.

Not long after he said that, the shower was turned off. Eren slid open the door, stepping out and not even bothering to get a towel as he grabbed your wrist and yanked you out. He dragged you back into the bedroom, pulling you in front of him and pushing you towards the bed. Before you could even attempt to do anything or turn around, he had you bent over the bed, pushing your upper back down so that your spine was arched and your ass was pressed against him.

Jean sat on the bed across from you with his arms crossed, giving you a scowl that was as equally terrifying as Eren’s was. Without breaking eye contact with you, he questioned Eren, “Why do you get to go first?”

You tried to squirm as he finished speaking, not enjoying the implication of what he had said. In the end, it only made Eren push down harder, forcing a few whimpers out of you from the pain of your spine being bent.

“Because I’m the one that dragged them here! Now just shut up and let me do my thing, and you can have your turn with them when I’m done.” He pushed himself against you, allowing you to feel his erection against your heat.

He leaned forward, placing one of his hands by your head and snaking the other around your waist to feel as if you were still wet, pressing his chest against your back. As he did, you began to weep. It was starting to feel like you were being objectified, and you hated it.

You wanted to say something, beg them to think about what they were doing—but you still couldn’t. Nothing came out except desperate cries and hiccups. You looked to Jean, your eyes begging him for help, but he just sat there, staring at you with concern and guilt in his eyes.

After a full minute of watching you cry as Eren probed you, he finally spoke up, looking up at his friend, “Eren.”

“What?” Eren replied, returning his gaze and looking rather annoyed.

“There’s something wrong.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, pausing his actions and pulling his hand away.

“Look,” Jean said, pointing to you.

Eren leaned to the side to get a better look at you, his eyes widening as he got a good glance at your tears. He looked back to Jean, his expression screaming at him to do something because he didn’t know what to do. 

Trying to stay calm despite his internal panic, Jean put his hand on your head to pet you while he tried to ask you why you were crying.

“What do you think?! I’m not—I’m not an object,” you managed out between sniffles and hiccups, “I’m not something for you to use.”

There was a momentary pause between them before you felt Eren wrap his other arm around you, his head resting on your shoulder. He nuzzled his face into your skin, his stray hair tickling you as he did.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quietly, squeezing you tightly.

Jean put his hand over one of yours, holding it tightly and reassuring you, “You’re more than just an object to us.”

“You’re our everything,” Eren spoke right after, while Jean nodded in agreement.

“We just want to make you feel good and help you forget.” 

“Please. Let us make you forget about everything. I promise we’ll be so good to you. Please.” Eren begged, putting even more of his weight onto you.

You knew there wasn’t much you could do in this situation. No matter what you said or did, they were going to take you in one way or another—sexually or physically. Part of you wanted to use the situation to distract yourself, even if nothing would be as good as Armin was. You just wanted to forget, to stop thinking about what you saw for even a second.

“Okay… Okay… fine. Do whatever you want, just—just please be gentle.” You said, wiping your tears on the sheets. Just thinking about fighting was exhausting. It was easier to just let them have their way with you, and at the very least you could pretend that one of them was Armin.

Both of them kissed the top of your head, moving away from you and giving you more space—at least Jean did, as Eren still had his hips pushed against you and was not planning to move any time soon.

He put his hand on your back again, running it slowly up and down your spine, attempting to soothe you instead of force you into the bed like before, “We won’t hurt you. We would never hurt you on purpose.” 

Jean leaned down to kiss your head again, brushing one of his hands through your hair while Eren reassured you. He kept it there, even when Eren bent over you and began to kiss your nape and shoulder blade again, sucking a fee hickeys into your skin while he did.

You were quiet underneath them, no longer squirming or fighting. It made it so much easier for them to touch and comfort you like they wanted, and so much easier to do other things as well.

Eren stood up again, grabbing a handful of your ass and resuming where he left off before you started crying. He moved his hand to your inner thighs and felt between your folds, checking to see if you were still wet enough for him to keep going—and to his surprise, you were. Even after crying for the 3rd time that night, you were still wet from his tongue against you. He thought it was cute.

You let out a quiet gasp as he slid himself over your sex, moving his hips a few times to “test the waters” before he was ready to put it inside you.  After that, he used his fingers to spread you apart, giving him better access to line his head up against you. 

Taking in a deep breath, you prepared yourself mentally for what he was about to do. The grip you had on the bedsheets was turning your knuckles pale from how tight it was. You were so nervous.

Noticing how tense you were, Jean squeezed your hand and leaned down to rest his face next to yours. He massaged over your knuckles with his thumb, kissing your head repeatedly until you loosened your grip.

“Just relax, sweetheart. It’s ok.” He cooed, pressing his forehead against you. Glancing at Eren, he gave him a small nod to say that he was free to start.

With a small smirk, Eren pushed his hips into yours, successfully piercing your cunt. 

You let out a loud whine, tensing up again as he filled you. As much as you tried to imagine it was Armin, it was so difficult. Eren felt nothing like him—and he was bigger. The way he held you, the way he gripped your hips so tight that it could leave bruises—it was nothing like Armin. Armin was soft and gentle with you, not rough like Eren. You couldn’t pretend he was Armin.

Pushing into you further, Eren was determined to get as deep as he could before actually fucking you. You were so tight, so warm. He wanted to feel it over his entire length. 

Letting out a guttural groan, he bottomed out. Your ass squished against his thighs and he was pushing your upper body against the bed, leaning over you and forcing your back into a painful curve from your ass still being in the air. 

His face turned red as he slowly slid out, cherishing every ounce of friction he felt. He could only make it halfway out before he succumbed to the urge and slammed back into you, earning another yelp as he got close to hitting your cervix.

“Be careful!” Jean snapped at him, gripping your clenched fist in his hand. 

“Shut—the fuck up! Horseface!” Eren yelled back, groaning as he smacked his hips into yours. 

With every thrust, you let out loud yelps and moans, your body lunging forward each time he fucked into you. The only thing that kept you from collapsing into the bed was Eren holding you up; your legs felt jello. Everything was so hot, you were burning up. Not only in your face, but in your intimate parts as well.

He filled you up so well. It made you feel so guilty to admit it but he felt amazing inside of you. So amazing that your wetness was dripping down your thighs. It felt even better when you clenched around him, urging him to bury himself in your cunt and stay there.

“Holy shit—oh my god baby, I’m gonna cum too early if you keep squeezing me like that!” Eren stuttered through his pants, increasing his speed while he leaned over you more and squished you against the bed.

The room was filled with pants, moans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was loud. You were loud. Louder than you thought you would be. You were enjoying this more than you thought you would too.

Jean was getting jealous of Eren now, and it was obvious. He was scowling at him, gripping your hand that he forcibly pulled away from the sheets to hold. He wanted to steal your attention, but when he looked at you, you were too caught up in your own pleasure to notice his irritation.

Eren noticed the displeased look on his face and smirked, deciding that it would be funny to tease him, “What’s the—ugh—matter, Jean boy? You upset you gotta wait to have a turn with this perfect angel?”

Jean frowned at his taunts, letting out a quiet “ugh” before he retaliated, “You’re not gonna be laughing when I’m the one making them squirm!”

“Oh, really? We’ll—hah—We’ll see about that,” he groaned, pulling one of his hands back and giving you a hard smack on the ass, “but right now they’re mine.”

You yelped as he slapped you, feeling your eyes water from the sting. He spanked you fucking hard.

Quietly lifting your head up, you managed to stutter out through sniffles, “Please be more gentle.”

He stopped his pounding as soon as you said that, ignoring the murderous glare that Jean gave him as he bent over to kiss your head, the malicious tone in his voice from before disappearing and being replaced by the sweetest voice he could muster, “I‘m sorry, angel. I’ll ask you next time.”

He kissed up and down your nape a few times before standing up, beginning to thrust into you again but much slower than before. It was agonizing, and you almost preferred being spanked to this.

Suddenly, he was on top of you—pushing you down so that you would lay flat on the bed while he continued fucking into you. The new position felt strange until he slid his hand underneath you and found his way to your clit—then all of the feelings you had melted into pleasure. You were rutting against him as he ground into you, not even bothering to pull out and just relishing in your warmth. Even when he wasn’t moving, you felt so good and tight. He could feel himself nearing the edge.

“Baby, baby, oh baby, I think I’m gonna—fucking cum!” Eren managed to say, but not without moaning halfway through as he pushed his pelvis into you. He wrapped his free arm around you and humped against you as quickly as he could, finally reaching his limit and letting loose so that he could finish inside of you.

You were quick to follow his lead as he unraveled inside of you, his fingers rubbing against your clit while you were being stretched out by his length pushing you over the edge. His hips stilled against your twitching ones as you both savored the feeling of your orgasms, leaving a red-faced Jean speechless as he continued to wait for his turn.

He stared at you, growing more and more tempted to reach out and grab you away. He wanted to make you feel that pleasure all over again, but from him this time—and he was growing impatient waiting for it. 

So impatient that the second Eren had the strength post-orgasm to push himself up and pull out of you, Jean was pushing him away and pulling you closer to him. 

“Hey! What are you doing!” Eren shouted.

“It’s my turn now! You can’t complain!” Jean responded, sticking his tongue out at him as he pulled you up and onto his lap with your back against his chest. 

Still delirious from your orgasm, you let him do as he pleased, sitting obediently in his lap and leaning on him. 

Eren pouted, mumbling something about he wasn’t done and moving to sit at the head of the bed, leaning on your pillows. He crossed his arms and frowned, glaring intensely at the two of you.

Jean ignored him and continued on with what he was doing, feeling up your hips, outer thighs, and chest. He was much more touchy-feely than Eren was, it seemed; much more eager to caress your body than get to the point and fuck you.

“God, watching you with Eren was fucking agonizing…You’re mine now. Thank god.” He groped you, focusing on fondling your chest while he ground against you. 

You melted into his touch, absent-mindedly grinding against him as well. Your brain was completely empty aside from lustful thoughts. All you could think about was keeping the dopamine high you were on so that you didn’t have to think about the heavy things you were suffering through.

Jean slid one hand down to your cunt, touching your clit and rolling over it with his fingers. Eren’s cum dripped out of you and onto Jean’s cock, making him shiver with disgust but push on despite that. He was regretting not being more assertive about sharing you earlier, but it didn’t really matter. He may not have earlier, but he was going to take you now no matter what. And then you would be filled with his cum instead of Eren’s.

“Does it feel better when I’m the one touching you, baby?” He asked as you, increasing the motion against your clit. You whimpered in response, not wanting to say or do something that would upset Eren. However, your lack of an actual response only made him rub faster, wanting to elicit anything that would irritate Eren.

“Jean—Jean!” You cried as he found an extra sensitive spot to touch on your bundle of nerves. After hearing you moan and seeing you squeeze your eyes shut, he sped up his fingers, not halting when your legs involuntarily closed together. Your back arched against his chest, and you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking and squirming. 

Jean was smirking as he touched you, prying your legs apart so he could keep going. You writhed and whimpered in his arms, grabbing onto his legs underneath you while you clenched around nothing. The previous orgasm had already made you so sensitive, and with almost no time to rest, another one was building up quickly.

“Do you like this? Hm? Do you, baby?” He asked, dipping his fingers inside of you and continuing to rub your clit with his other hand. You could only nod as he thrust them inside of you, pushing them in and out of you at an intense pace. His fingers were so long and rough, but somehow gentle and loving at the same time—pausing to feel around your insides, trying to memorize every inch of you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, finally opening your eyes and looking at Eren to see how he was doing. Instead of the angry look you expected, he was staring back at you with his dick in his hand, eyes half-lidded as he pounded into his fist.

Wondering why your breath had hitched, Jean turned his head in the same direction as yours, his mouth falling open when he saw what shocked you. 

“Are you serious, Eren?” He asked, pausing everything he was doing to stare at him in disbelief.

Eren paused, growing embarrassed by both of your eyes on him. He covered his mouth and gave Jean his muffled reply, “Just shut up and keep going.”

“Oh? You think this is hot?” Jean teased him, smiling as Eren’s expression grew frustrated.

“I said shut up!”

“Whatever you want,” Jean said, pulling his fingers out of you and spinning you around on his lap so you faced him, and then turning his entire body so that your back was facing Eren.

It took him a minute to process what he had done and why, but once he did, a smug smile took over Eren’s face and he suddenly wasn’t as embarrassed anymore, “Thanks for the different view, Horseface.”

He leaned back against the headboard, one hand at his side and the other on his length while he stared at your ass. His cheeks were still red with embarrassment and lust, but he felt no need to hide it anymore.

Rolling his eyes, Jean moved one of his hands down to your ass, using the other to help position himself at your heat. He rubbed the head against your clit, gathering your natural arousal on himself before pushing into you ever so slightly.

“I’m putting it in now, ok?” He said, leaning his forehead against yours. 

You nodded, your shaking hands reaching to grab onto his shoulders as he slowly guided your hips down his cock.

“Oh god, baby…” He moaned as he reached as deep as he could go, still trying to push you even further down. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent and trying to keep himself from going overboard. As much as he wanted to give you a chance to adjust, he also wanted to grab your hips and rail you like a human fleshlight.

While he was whimpering about how tight you squeezed him into your neck, you were more focused on getting used to this new feeling. Jean was less girthy than Eren, but a little bit longer—just long enough to touch your cervix, in fact. Even without any movement, just sitting on him, the tip of his dick was kissing it. It felt so strange—almost painful, but in a good way that had you clenching around him.

You were whining against his neck, trying not to squirm in his lap while he got comfortable, shifting around underneath you. His nails dug so tight into your hips you were sure you were going to bleed—but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to fuck you like it was the last thing he’d do.

Eren was already stroking himself again, biting his lip to hold back his noises. He was staring at your ass, trying to fantasize about being in you from behind while Jean did his own thing. He craved it so badly, but doing something intense like that after you’d already gone through so much just a little over an hour ago was not a good idea. Instead, he decided that it could wait for when you joined him and Jean at their shared apartment—maybe as a sort of celebration for finally catching you. That would be so much fun—for you and them.

“Ride me, baby, please.” Jean gripped the back of your head, leaning into you so that your chest was pressed against his and you were flush against him. He held you tightly, his legs shaking from holding back; he wanted to flip you over and fuck you like Eren did.

You tried to comply, lifting yourself up about an inch or two before falling down on him again; the way he held you gave you almost no room to move. You were stuck with him bottomed out in you no matter how hard you tried.

“Jean—Jean, I can’t move when you’re holding me like this…” you spoke quietly, whimpering at the feeling of his tip repeatedly pushing on your cervix. 

Fumbling, he was quick to let go and lay back, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ as his hands slid from around you to your chest. For a minute, he just fondled you, pawing at and squeezing your tits before moving his hands to your hips, ready to help you move on his cock. 

Before you could even start, he was already lifting you up and slamming you back down, thrusting his hips up to meet you halfway. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to do it yourself, instead being bounced on his length by him alone. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Jean!” You cried, putting your hands on his chest as he began going faster, holding you up while he fucked up into you, bashing against your cervix. He stared at your chest, panting as he put all of his energy into taking you. 

“Fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good!” He moaned in ecstasy, stopping for a moment to move his hands to your ass and get a better grip on you, “Even better than I dreamed.” 

You were nearly in tears; He was already so fast for having just started, it was overstimulating.

“What happened to being careful, Jean-boy?” Eren asked, teasing him for his hypocrisy while he leaned forward and put his hand next to one of Jean’s, still stroking himself.

“Shut up!” Jean yelled out, smacking his hand away and fucking you even faster. 

“Tch. Asshole.” Eren responded, leaning onto the headboard again and rubbing himself even faster.

You started crying, moans slipping past your lips as your cunt was ravaged. You were praying that he would tire out soon because you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. You were so sore and as good as it felt, it still made your insides ache.

Jean was panting heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his red face. He looked tired, almost dizzy—a direct result of exuding all of his energy too early. He slowed his hips, still trying to guide you to keep going, but he was too exhausted to keep going. 

Instead of continuing where he left off, you sat on his lap, quiet and unmoving, as equally as tired as he was. You were so tired that you couldn’t even hold yourself up, your body collapsing on top of his.

Feeling pity for you and Jean—mostly you—Eren stopped his self-pleasuring to move closer, putting his hands on your hips and slowly grinding them down on Jean’s dick while he asked, “Do you need some help, Jean?”

He wanted to say no, to shove him away and keep going by himself, but Jean’s body was too tired to, and he was too desperate to finish inside of you. Swallowing his pride, he wrapped his arms around you and quietly replied, “Fine, Eren.”

With a smirk on his lips, Eren grabbed your hips and forced you to lift your thighs, guiding you down slowly and then repeating. All you did was raise and lower yourself, letting him do the work of positioning you. 

Jean buried his face into your shoulder, whimpering as you moved at a much slower speed than before. He was holding you against him, trying to move his hips to help Eren, even if it wasn’t much. 

You were basically just grinding against Jean, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to move much. As long as you got him to finish in the end, then it wouldn’t matter. As long as you got through this, it would be ok.

“Keep moving, baby. I need to take care of myself too.” Eren said, putting his pelvis against your ass so you’d grind against him and Jean as you moved. He grabbed his dick, stroking it while you moved against him. It felt good, but not as good as being inside of you—that’s something nothing would ever compare to.

Jean was starting to move faster again—not as fast as before, but still fast enough to build up to release quickly. He whispered sweet things into your ear, praising you for being good and telling you how amazing you felt. His voice was shaking and his hips stuttered against yours, the knot in his stomach building up quickly. You could feel it growing, the slow pleasure building in your lower abdomen inducing a fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Your cunt pulsed around him as he kept hitting your cervix, finally reaching your breaking point as you cried out, falling apart on top of him and letting out a single sob as you were filled by him. Everything felt so good that you could almost ignore the pain that you were sure would follow. 

As you squeezed him, he could feel his release coming quickly, his cock twitching inside of you as the pressure grew. His orgasm hit like a brick, his hips thrusting into you a few more times before he bottomed out for the last time and held you there.

His cum mixed with Eren’s inside of you, dripping down onto his dick as he pulled out. His hips were still twitching as he held you, his face buried in the side of your head while he inhaled your intoxicating scent.

Behind you, Eren was also reaching his second climax, his hand going faster and faster and the warmth inside of him growing. He shut his eyes tight, imagining his fist was your pussy as he squeezed his dick until he came, his release splayed across your back. He’d fucked his hand hundreds of times before while thinking about it, but nothing could compare to what you actually felt like.

You whined, feeling uncomfortable at the warm fluid on your lower back. Eren leaned over you, breathing heavily but not panting. He was still for a moment, apologizing and massaging your waist before he moved away from you and Jean, getting off of the bed and heading to the bathroom to clean himself up. 

After he was cleaned up and had his boxers back on, Eren grabbed a rag and wet it, making his way to the bed to clean you off. He wiped your back off, moving inside your thighs and cleaning the mess he and Jean made. Contemplating for a moment, he decided to be a good friend and clean the cum from Jean’s lap, tossing the rag to the side when he finished. 

Jean thanked him, still clinging onto you as he rolled onto his side. 

“Are you gonna get up now, horsie? We have shit to take care of.” Eren asked, shaking his shoulder and frowning when all he did was groan.

“Get my boxers and I’ll think about it.” He said, a tiny smirk on his face as he did.

Annoyed, Eren let out a long sigh and stomped into the bathroom to grab his underwear. When he returned, he threw them at Jean’s head and repeated, “Now?”

“Fine! Fine! I’m getting up!” Jean sighed as he sat up, kissing your head as he did. He slipped on his boxers and walked into the bathroom, the sound of cabinets opening and closing following.

As he left, your head followed him, trying to figure out what the “shit they had to take care of” was. 

Eren walked up to you, pulling you into a sitting position and putting a finger over your mouth when you tried to ask what was happening. He turned away after, leaving you confused as he walked to the closet and dug through it. He pulled out a baggy gray sweater and walked back to you, tugging it over your head without asking and forcing your arms through the sleeves. 

You looked down at the sweater, feeling your heart sink when you realized who’s it was. 

“Armin…” You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. The guilt and despair grew again as you realized what you did. You fucked your boyfriend’s murders. You let your boyfriend’s murderers fuck you.

Eren, who had gone back to the closet to grab a new pair of underwear for you, turned around as soon as he heard you sob, rushing to comfort you with your panties in his hand. 

Jean emerged from the bathroom when he heard you, looking between you and Eren before asking, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“What do you think, dumbass?” Eren replied, glaring at him while he wrapped his arms around you. 

Jean scoffed and walked over, hugging you with Eren and petting your head.

You cried more, covering your face as the tears fell. The post-orgasm clarity was setting in, and it felt horrible.

Jean and Eren whispered to each other above your head, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear what they were saying. They spoke back and forth into each other’s ears, careful to make sure you wouldn’t understand. 

After a minute of conversing in whispers, they both went quiet. Eren sat on the bed next to you, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your shoulder.

“Put these on for me, ok?” He smiled, holding out your panties for you and shooting Jean a look that you couldn’t read, “We’ll take care of you.”

Nodding through tears and sniffles, you took the panties and put them on quickly, not wanting to feel exposed to them any longer. Eren kissed your head and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your shoulders and back to soothe you while you cried. 

Without your eyes on him, Jean quietly left the room to get a glass of water from the kitchen. On the way there, he shielded his vision from the living room, trying to avoid seeing the upsetting scene more than he would inevitably have to when he went to clean it up. He did the same as he walked back, speeding by quickly to avoid the mess.

When he returned to the room, he handed Eren the glass of water and grabbed a small bottle of melatonin tablets from off the bathroom counter. He had taken it with him to the party as part of the plan, only retrieving them from his pants after he was done fucking you but promptly leaving them in the bathroom when he heard you cry.

He unscrewed the child-safety top, took four 5mg tablets out, and put it back on. You looked at him as he told you to hold out your hand, wiping your tears and runny nose with your other sleeve as you did. He handed them to you and told you to take them, so you did—without even thinking—the strawberry-flavored tablets dissolving on your tongue. 

Eren urged you to drink some of the water before he put the glass down, moving closer to the middle of the bed so he could lie down with you. Jean walked to the other side, laying by your side and wrapping his arms around your waist, cuddling into you. Eren did the same, hugging your upper body and enveloping you in his and Jean’s warmth.

It was almost relaxing like this, being so warm and cozy. You could feel your eyelids become heavy and your tears dissipate in favor of a stuffy nose and red eyes, your body growing heavier with each passing second. 

“Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll have everything taken care of by the time you wake up.” Jean said softly, running his hand up and down your thigh.

“It’s been a long night. Just sleep, baby.” Eren encouraged you, kissing your head and moving as close as he could to you. He caressed your cheek, overwhelming you with all the soft touches you were receiving. It made you so tired. 

You were afraid to fall asleep. You were terrified of it, but couldn’t stop. It was too much by now, the drowsiness taking over and your eyes slowly shutting. Eren and Jean continued to coo and comfort you, finally telling you as you drifted to sleep what their plan was.

“We can’t wait for you to come home.”

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18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: modern au!eren x fem!reader word count: 9.4k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, implied stalking, mentions of violence, implied noncon, soulmates au (red string of fate), bully & bad boy eren (pretty sure this is ooc lol), eremika mention, implied jean x reader, implied armin x reader, childhood friends to enemies, bullying, victim-blaming, cheating (soulmate cheating & actual cheating), underaged drinking (18-19 year olds partying & drinking), forced kissing, slight groping, blood mention, all characters are 18+ synopsis: when you were a child, you were told that you'd soon be connected to your soulmate, the partner you'd spend the rest of your life with. however, your hope began to run dry once you've gotten older and gotten over the idea of soulmates, especially when the man that you had to spend your life with forever is eren jaeger. a/n: wanted to try this idea out so i could do a refresher of my mind for the third part of the cacoethes series. hope it's a decent read for y'all, this was kind of a practice exercise so it's kind of a mess lol note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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You were nine years old when it happened.

It was a few months before your ninth birthday when the Jaegers moved into the vacant house right in front of yours, the moving vans occupying the street for quite some time. From the window, you'd watch groups of people haul in boxes and furniture into the home until they finally left. The family had four members, the parents and two sons, one older and one younger.

Your parents told you to try and make friends with that younger son. He was fresh meat after all, he had to be scared of being the new kid on the block. You promised them that you would, that you'd do your best to make him feel comfortable here.

At the time, you were pretty scared to approach the family. The dad —who you learned was a doctor — had a frightening demeanor to him compared to his wife, her eyes kind as she waved at you from across the street whenever you were outside. You've noticed that the older son didn't really look like them, his blond hair a stark comparison to their dark brown hair; you eventually found out that he was the child of the dad's first marriage, rumors from other neighbors said that it was an unhappy one because they didn't "belong" to each other. He had to be at least four or five years older compared to you, so he wasn't interested in chit-chatting with you. When you knocked on the door to invite the younger son to play, he hid behind his mom, his hand gripping at her long skirt. What was fascinating about him that you've noticed first was his teal-green eyes that peeked out from behind when she coaxed him out to meet you.

"Hi! My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you!" You greeted with a toothy smile, putting your hand out for him to shake.

"Eren." He took your hand and you tugged him out of the doorway to play. From there on out, it was like the two of you were inseparable.

Eren began to open up the more you played with him, seeing a more confident shine to him as the days went by. He'd innocently mess with you a lot, in a teasing and playful manner of course. One time, he found a wriggling earthworm in the rain-soaked dirt from the storm the day before and showed it off, soon chasing after you when he realized that it was scaring you. His mom gave him an earful when she found out about it and you felt really bad, sneaking a pack of gummy worms to him the day after.

He'd get himself in trouble a lot and when there was trouble, he'd always get hurt. If you looked back at it, there wasn't a day where you didn't see him with heaps of bandages attached to his skin or without a bloody nose. He said that he got them from protecting you but there wasn't really any known threats to a little eight year old you. You never questioned it once before, instead thanking him for protecting you like a knight would do for a princess.

You never realized it then that Eren wasn't the knight in your story, the almighty protector of your heart.

The two of you were the best of friends, the partners in crime of Maria Meadows Street. However, you started to hear the neighbors talk about how disappointing it would be if Eren wouldn't end up to be your soulmate. Confused on what that meant, you went to your parents about what that word was.

They sat you down the day before your birthday and explained what soulmates were. They told you that when you turned nine, maybe even ten, you would start to see a red string wrapped around your ring finger. It would be faint — fading in and out from sight — and sometimes there would be a slight tugging whenever you were too far from the one you were destined to. Destiny.

You held onto their words, excited to see that very string fastened around your finger. The thought of soulmates kept you up that night, silly little questions and concepts popping up. Who would they be? What would they be like? Would they like the same things as you? They better like sprinkles and strawberry milk but they better not like onions and brussels sprouts.

When you awoken, you checked your hand immediately, a giddy scream waking up the entire house. A bright red string was tied at the base of your ring finger, the other end of it free-floating in the air. It went through the wall towards the Jaeger household and when you checked outside your window to see how much further it went, it ended up going through their house. Before you could even question where it was going, the string faded from sight, and you went to your parent's bedroom to express your newfound joy about seeing the soulmate string.

The Jaegers were invited to your birthday party of course, but you weren't able to see them come in due to your relatives pulling you around to see how tall you've gotten and whether or not you got the string. It was a wonderful and fun time getting to see them again but your mind never left the thought of playing with Eren before getting to the cake. But you were never able to reach him, too busy catching up with your cousins.

When it was time to blow out the candles, your string popped up again, your eyes following its floating path and landing on the finger of no other than Eren Jaeger. You screamed out that it was him, that he was your soulmate — because what kid wouldn't express their initial surprise out loud — and his face suddenly burned a bright red.

Eren ran out before the happy birthday song started and you chased after him, following him to the secret spot that the two of you found. There was a clearing in the woods that sat behind the neighborhood block, dipping down into a slow-streaming creek; you started sharing it with him when he got in trouble with his mom again a few weeks ago. No one was able to stop either of you as your figures disappeared into the bushes.

You caught up to him, grabbing at the back of his t-shirt and questioning why he suddenly ran away when he started to angrily yell at you. He asked why did you have to tell everyone about it, saying that you made him feel ashamed. You apologized to him, you were just surprised that it was him!

It was meant to be right from the start, right when you held his hand and pulled him out of his house, but he thought otherwise. You tried to convince him to come back with you, but before you realized it, he pushed you into the creek. You landed on a group of stones and he caused your adorably coordinated birthday outfit to get completely soaked and dirtied. Tears started to streak down your face as Eren finally yelled out:

"I don't wanna end up with you! I don't even like you!"

Those words completely shattered your world. You got from the creek and ran home, facing your worried parents completely dirtied and sobbing heavily. Eren didn't come back to his home for a while, you knew that it was because he was going to be in deep trouble, but his parents apologized to yours for his behavior and apologized to you for messing up your party. It wasn't the only thing that Eren messed up.

After that day, you stopped going to the Jaeger house to see him, your string tugging frustratingly. Eren didn't even make the same effort to see you either. His mom went over to your house and asked if you would like to attend his birthday a month after your b-day party, but you politely declined, crying into your pillow afterwards. As quickly as your friendship came, it ended just as fast. His attitude towards you didn't get better either, it had only gotten worse. When school started, the hope that you originally had of him coming back to you started to slowly die out year after year.

He wasn't in the same classes as you luckily for the remainder of elementary school, but he had made two more friends. Mikasa, a shy girl who clung to his side like you had once done, and Armin, a smart boy who seemed too nice to be hanging around someone like him. It was an odd trio but they weren't as nice as they seemed, turning a blind eye whenever Eren started to push you around during recess.

You'd come home with scraped hands and knees, sniffling and trying to hide it from your parents. When the school staff was watching, he'd whisper nasty things to you, things like how much he hated having to be your soulmate and if he could, he would cut the string between the two of you. One time, he told you while pushing you into the blacktop that he wished that the two of you never became friends in the first place. To you back then, that broke your heart completely.

The teachers knew that you and him were soulmates — the town you lived in was small enough to get word around — so they just believed his teasing was just what boys usually do when they have a crush. Why did they ignore the fact that he was hurting you severely?

Middle school wasn't easy either, he treated you even worse than before. He resorted to pulling your hair when you were walking to class, snickering when the force of it nearly made you fall over. He'd trip you, spit at you, make you buy him snacks for him and his friends with the money that was supposed to be for your lunch. He'd threaten you that if you went to counselors or the administration, he'll make your life even more of a living hell. The tiny part of you that still loved him gnawed at your insides but what he was doing to you wasn't right. Because of him, you were never able to make friends. The whole grade knew that Eren was your bully and left you alone, not wanting to be involved with the trouble he was causing.

The bullshit reasoning that he'd tell you was because soulmates were supposed to be willingly take everything the other dishes out. It was stupid, the only thing you've done to him was call out in front of his and your family that he was your soulmate. It wasn't fair. He can't just use that excuse whenever he wants when he always stated that he never wanted to be with you in the first place.

One day in the eighth grade, you had it with his torment. It was in the winter, snow had already built up everywhere. You were walking home all bundled up, he and his lackeys close behind. Trying to ignore Eren's laughing, you quickened your pace until he grabbed your backpack from behind. You told him to let go but he smirked, ripping it off of your back. He rummaged through it while you were held back by Mikasa — she was crazy strong for a thirteen year old — your eyes widening as he suddenly tossed your homework and notebooks into the dirty melted snow.

You don't remember how you got out of Mikasa's hold, your blood running hot as you ran and jumped onto Eren, the two of you falling hard to the ground. When you lifted your fist, you felt your string draw taut as if it was a string of a bow and once it was released, you started to punch his face. The commotion stirred the neighborhood and you had to be torn off of him, screaming about how much you hated his guts and how he treated you like trash. Your knuckles were all bruised up and sore, he ended up with a black eye, a bunch of bruises and open wounds around his face. Those injuries were minute than the pain he caused you for years.

After that, Eren left you alone. The two of you never apologized about what had happened, you knew he wasn't sorry and neither were you. He never went back up to you to make fun of something you were wearing or ask for money for his favorite chips, it was like he was a total stranger. You gladly wanted to keep it that way.

Since Eren stopped bothering you, high school was better. There was finally a peace of mind. You passed though freshman, sophomore, and junior year in flying colors. You were able to make new friends, better ones than him.

One friend was someone that you never thought you'd be friends with. Armin went up to you in junior year, apologizing for how he ignored how Eren treated you. Better late than never, you supposed.

He asked if the two of you could somehow be friends. It bothered you since he was still known to be a part of his clique, so you told him that it would be best if the two of you started as acquaintances. To your surprise, he agreed and respected your wishes. He didn't push much besides sharing class notes and studying tips since he was usually in the same classes as you. He really shouldn't be friends with him, you still didn't understand why he still considered him one when he knew that he was a good-for-nothing asshole.

Otherwise than that, you tried avoiding Eren the minute you stepped foot in the school, taking advanced classes so you wouldn't see those teal-green eyes glaring holes in the back of your head. Going on different paths to class and eating in hidden areas during lunch were more cheap tactics you did to ensure that you'd never see him ever again, and for a long time, it worked. You were happily thriving, unlike him.

It was known that he was the so-called "bad-boy" of Shiganshina High. You've also heard that he was currently dating Mikasa and was an insane partygoer. He got into fights, eventually causing and winning enough of them to be called the "Shiganshina Devil". You knew that his parents had to have constant headaches with the amount of trouble he was getting himself into.

It was truly frightening to see where he had ended himself up at, how your paths diverged immensely. You also heard that he wasn't doing too bad in his classes so they haven't expelled him yet, you could only assume that it was because of his father.

A few more months before the end of the senior year, he was coming out of juvenile detention for the supposed fifth time since being in high school. After years of never seeing him, there he was standing in your ceramics elective class introducing himself. The staff thought a peaceful class would subdue his "violent" tendencies until they make him graduate, but not when you were going to be in it, fate had it out for you.

He looked different, your string tugging as you gawked at him in shock. Eren was taller — back then, you used to be a few centimeters taller and he complained about it when the two of you were still friends — and he was now considerably more muscular under the leather jacket he wore. His brown hair grew out to the point where he tied it back messily in a bun, strands still sticking out in the front of his face. His ears were covered in silver piercings and when he spoke, the glint of a tongue piercing stuck out. Rings wrapped around his long fingers, though his left ring finger was strangely left bare.

He had a tired and bored expression, his eyes wandering the classroom until they met yours. They widened slightly but relaxed after the teacher told him to take the empty seat in the back. The empty seat that just had to be right by you.

Eren sat right next to you, immediate tension growing in the air. You refused to acknowledge him, he would not ruin this for you. He seemed to ignore you as well, twirling around the necklace that hung low against his chest. The teacher was rambling about the best methods in which you should attach the pieces of clay workings together and when you were writing down the notes, in the edges of your vision, you saw teal-green observing you. You bit your tongue, turning your attention back to the teacher.

"You look different." He spoke quietly under his breath, his voice deeper. His tone was bluntly precarious, testing the waters as if you were the threat. You shuffled uncomfortably, the grip on your pencil tightening.

"Right back at you." You muttered, writing once more. If you looked at him right now, you were afraid of what your heart might think when your brain was definitely thinking the opposite. A light chuckle was heard and stupidly, your heart skipped a beat. The reappearance of the red string made your finger twitch, his eyes taking notice.

You almost yelped aloud as he suddenly grabbed your hand, his fingers carefully caressing the area where it was tied. You abruptly recoiled your hand away from him, holding it close to your chest in numb shock. You finally looked at him dumbfounded, seeing a smile grow on his face. That very smile that meant trouble was brewing in his head, how could you ever forget that cruel grin.

"There's my favorite face." What the hell?

The bell rang and you hurriedly gathered your items, getting out of the room before he could catch up with you. You couldn't let him see the flush that grew on your face and you couldn't let him back into your life. On the upside, this class was the only one you were forced to see him in. Just grin and bear with it until graduation.

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"Are you serious!?" Both of your shoulders were suddenly gripped together as you stared at your best friend with a tight-lipped smile.

"Dead serious."

"Dude you're never making it out alive, your soulmate is literally the monster of this school." You pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyance rising the more you thought about Eren.

"It's the only class I see him in Jean, I'll live."

"You might think that but then he'll suddenly shank you from the behind with a piece of hardened clay," He pretended to stab at your side, tickling you instead. "What will I do if my dear friend dies under the hands of the Shinganshina Devil?"

You jokingly rolled your eyes from his dramatics, pulling away from his hands. "Don't say that corny ass title, just call him Eren. And besides, you have Connie and Sasha and Marco to entertain. I'll genuinely be fine. As long as I ignore him, he should leave me alone."

He frowned and you could tell that he was still worried, patting his hands gently. "I promise that if he does give me trouble, I'll go to the office. He doesn't have any power here because of his reputation, they're more likely to believe me than him."

Jean finally let out an exasperated huff and stuck out his pinky in front of you.

"Cross your heart?"

You wrapped yours around his, solidifying the promise.

"Hope to die."

You met Jean in your English class during sophomore year, back then you've only knew him as one of the quarterbacks on the football team. You didn't know much about football in general but he was the one that approached you first at your locker, asking for help on one of the essays that was due in a week.

He told you that you were known as the "smarty-pants" in class so he swallowed his pride because this was the only class he was having trouble in. You laughed at his face — apologizing to him shortly after wiping your tears away — explaining that you thought English was the most basic and easiest subject to get through. His face turned red and he started backing out of the conversation, arguing with you that it was far from easy. You refuted back about how could he mess up the first language he learned, leaving him stunned for a minute, then asking grumpily if you were going to help him or not. Grabbing the paper from his hands, you agreed to assist with the assignment.

From there, you learned that he wasn't just a sport-focused jock, he was authentic and enjoyed art more than football, doing the sport only because his dad made him. He was sweet and funny, dependable when you needed it. He was the shoulder that you needed to cry on those many years ago and soon enough, you confided in him about your soulmate.

Jean let you rant about it, deeply listening about how much suffering you had to go through just because you made an innocent little announcement about how Eren was going to be with you forever. He told you that it wasn't your fault, that you were just a kid, Eren was just a brat that didn't appreciate what he had and consequently took it out on you with his own insecurity. He told you everything that you needed to hear. Your parents and past teachers have always told you that in time, he'd realize that he loved you but there was never any progress. Why give all those hopeless dreams to that little girl?

If there was ever a chance to choose your soulmate, Jean Kirschtein would be the first pick. Whoever he was fated to was surely lucky.

The two of you let go of the pinky promise, his hand dropping down to his side until his eyes suddenly narrowed behind you. He grabbed you and held you to the side of the lockers, as if he was trying to hide you.

"Speak of the devil."

You partially snorted at the joke, turning your head and seeing Eren walking with Mikasa at his side. She had taken a darker gothic look to her when she reached high school, you didn't know whether it was because of her boyfriend's style or just the style she chose to wore. Either way, she still looked scarily good.

"I really can't see how they're still together when he's so shitty." Jean leaned in and whispered in your ear as they passed by.

"She's been like that since elementary school, she's just that in love with him." You whispered back and he made a face.

"Even if she knows that you're his soulmate?" The tug of your string reminded you of the fate you weren't able to change, teeth clenching.

"Soulmate or not, I don't belong to him. And it's not like I'm being cheated on, I'm not going to wait for someone that never liked me in the first place." As you bitterly responded, you watched the two disappear down the hallway, Mikasa kissing his cheek before the doors closed in on them.

If Eren wanted her, it was fine by you. He's established that he'd never love you and that wasn't going to ever change.

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"Horse-boy huh," Eren flicked a piece of balled paper in your direction, landing it right in front of your notebook while you were writing. "Expected better from you."

You promptly ignored him, brushing off the paper ball and trying to focus on your education rather than the nuisance next to you. Jean did not look anything resembling a horse, unless he was poking fun at his athletics. He didn't take your silence kindly however, hearing his tongue click quietly. You could feel his presence lean in close to you, his voice dropping down to a whisper.

"You guys fucking?" If your pencil was wooden, it would've broken from the amount of pressure you were putting on it. What a weirdly personal question to ask someone. And a disgusting one at that, especially towards the person he'd used to knock around for shits and giggles.

You wondered if you said yes, he'd leave you alone but you didn't want Jean get roped into this. Shooting a glare at him, you shrugged him away, going back into writing your notes. You heard a huff from him but he moved away, his clothes shuffling.

The both of you sat quietly for a while until the teacher announced that the final piece will be in partners due to budget cuts, but the partners would be the person you sat next to. Your heart sank deeply into the pit of your stomach and without even looking, you could imagine the smug smirk that his face had.

"Lucky me, at least I’m seated with someone I know."

"You don’t know me," You bluntly stated, irritatingly shoving your notebook into your backpack before the bell rang. "And let's keep it that way. All we will do is talk in this class and do our work, that's it."

Eren watched you get up, a stupid smirk still on his face. He got up and towered over you, his nefarious teal-green stare matching up to your irked glower. Your stomach twisted as you saw your reflection in the color, a cold sweat running down your back. How funny it was that after all these years, part of you was still terrified of him.

"Deny it as much as you like Y/N, there's no one who knows you better than your soulmate."

The bell ringing was like music to your ears and like yesterday, you got out of there as fast as possible. He's so scummy for thinking that he still can use it against you. Opening your phone on the way to your next class, you checked your email to see if any colleges had answered your admissions. They were mostly all out-of-state because you couldn't stand the thought of seeing Eren in any of the in-state ones.

"Y/N! Thank God you came out alive." A body collided into yours, a small oof coming out of you.

"I towld ou I'd be fwine." You replied, words muffled from being crushed into his chest. Jean finally pulled away, jokingly hitting you over the head.

"That doesn't make me worry any less."

A smile grew on your face as he rested a hand on your shoulder, the thoughts of Eren washing away. When the storm dissipated, the sun was always there to dry all the worries away. He was about to walk you to your next class when both your name and Jean's was called out, the dread coming back.

"I thought I wasn't able to catch up with you Y/N, you should try out for track and field." He panted dramatically, hands resting on his knees. Standing back up, he smugly grinned down at you. "Actually you can't anymore huh, since it's our last year in high school."

"What do you want Jaeger?" Jean spoke up for you, pulling your body closer to his protectively by the waist. You hoped that he didn't feel how hard your heart was beating right now. His eyes darted from one to the other, an eyebrow raising as if he put two and two together.

"I wanted to know why you keep hanging around my soulmate." The more he said that, the more of a migraine was forming.

He scoffed in response, rolling his eyes. "As if you can say anything, you're literally going out with Mikasa. Or did you suddenly forget that?"

You felt like you could see the tension between them, sparks of electricity flying off of each other's stares. The more he gets involved, the higher probability he'd end up as his next "meal". That's what you've heard others say about the fights he gets into, as if he was the top carnivore in the food chain.

"Jean, let's just go." Passively tugging at the side of his jersey, his eyes finally tore away from Eren's and the two of you started walking to your next class. Before the doors closed, you took one last glance back at him. He still had the smile and lifted up his left hand, waving at you.

In that moment, a flash of the red string revealed itself. There it was, wrapped around his empty ring finger. The doors closed, red fading away.

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Two months or so passed by after that incident, graduation nearing with every day. Frustratingly, Eren hasn't been attending the ceramics class, which meant that you were alone working on the final project. Not that you mind, this was the best outcome possible but you hated the fact that he just left you to do all the grunt work. There was word that he gotten himself into another fight and that's why he was consistently absent, but you swore that you've been seeing him in the edges of your vision. Even when you weren't at school, there was a familiar feeling that he was right there. Yet, every time you assumed it was him and turned to look, he disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

You had to be losing it, there was no other explanation.

Finally being fed up with it, you approached Armin and asked where Eren was. He told you that he's been attending class the entire time. Every class except yours. Did the blockhead finally realize boundaries or something because he can practice that while attending ceramics. You weren't going to go beg for him to come back; if he wasn't going to come, whatever. That's his grade that he's fucking up.

In better news, Jean told you that a big graduation party was going on in his house after the ceremony — hinting at the fact that none of his parents would be in town — and you gladly took his invitation. You weren't the biggest party-goer in the first place but it would be nice to celebrate the end of your K-12 education. Plus, you haven't celebrated much in over ten years due to what happened with Eren, so it would also be something akin to a commemoration of a new beginning for you.

For the project, you decided to make a teapot with a set of two cups. Someone sat next to you while you were busy forming one of the teacups, your attention to the craft unwavering.

"No hello?" You nearly dropped the clay formation to the floor, your shoulders tensing. You took a slow breath before looking up at the person.

"Eren."

His hand reached over and started playing around with a loosened strand of your hair that you didn't tie up. He wasn't wearing the leather jacket anymore — the late April weather most likely prevented him from using it — and had on a fitted white t-shirt instead. Your eyes wandered to his well-knitted upper arms, seeing layered designs inked into his tan skin. Wow.

You quickly cleared your throat, turning back to your creation before he caught you staring.

"You've been ditching class."

He let out a soft chuckle, shrugging nonchalantly. "I've been busy. I told the staff that they should give me a free period around this time but they denied my request, telling me that my dad had a hand in the decision."

Would that be considered nepotism in Eren's case? His hand left your hair and trailed down your arm, feeling the cool rings slide down your skin. He smoothly grabbed the floral designed teacup from your hand while you were distracted with his touch, pulling it up to his face to observe it.

"I'm working on that, careful!" You scolded in exasperated tone, trying to grab it back from him. He scooted the chair away from you, still looking at the cup.

"You're only making this for our final?"

"My final, you haven't worked on anything since you ditched. And I already finished the teapot." He raised an eyebrow at you, handing it back to you.

"Then I'll do the other cup, that's your plan isn't it?" Eren removed each one of his rings and put them in his bag pocket. He then reached over and grabbed a handful of clay from the block, starting to knead it under his hands.

Wait. How did he know that? Your notes weren't currently out and he definitely hasn't been around you to see what you were making for the class. It could be an accurate guess of course, it wouldn't make sense for a tea set to have only one teacup.

"Fine, but it better look good. I'd rather not settle with a C in a simple art class, thank you very much."

The two of you sat in silence, focused on the project in each other's own hands. The atmosphere was... peaceful? Comfortable? There was still some sort of unease in the air, but there was something tranquil about it, in an odd way.

If you and Eren had never known each other in the past, perhaps there was a chance that the whole soulmate route could've worked out. Would he have ended up differently if you never had that outburst? You couldn't really imagine him alternatively from what he was now, it was difficult to think of him as anything but a bully.

Glancing over at what he was working on, you suddenly felt your heart flutter and string tighten. Eren formed the clay into a heart shape, the cup was still kind of rough in some areas but it was still cute regardless. He picked up a carving tool and started making designs on the side, straying from your intended design but nevermind that. It was nice he was putting in some effort for the final.

You watched him put the tool inside of the cup and carve something inside, settling it down afterwards.

"Done."

"Can I see what you did?" As you reached over, he seized your wrist with one clay-dirtied hand.

"Nope. Are you done with yours?" You sighed and nodded, pulling your hand out of his grip. In a flash, he grabbed yours and started carving inside of it. Internally you were screaming, thinking that he was going to ruin it but he handed it back to you afterwards in one piece. You took a look on the inside and on the bottom of the cup, there were his initials carved in.

E.J.

Irritation bubbled within you. Did he do that as some sort of ploy for credit? You carefully snatched his created cup, peering at the bottom. He didn't stop you, only observing. The original anger soon quickly dissipated, the feeling replaced with a stewing bittersweetness.

Eren wrote in your initials but your last name was a J instead. What was he trying to imply?

"Why did you...?" Speechlessly, you scanned his gaze with a puzzled complexion. What were you searching for, what did you even want to see? There was nothing but that empty teal-green abyss that you've woefully admired for years.

"You're fucking with me again, aren't you?"

You tried to not look as if all of your hope was given up all over again. Instead of physically harassing you, he's resorted to emotional and psychological tricks. Why did that hurt more than getting actually hit? You needed to stop forgetting that Eren was no longer that kid, that same kid you've chased around the hidden creek during the months where you still considered each other as companions.

You got up from your seat to clean off the dried clay from your hands, feeling it crumble and fall away just like the remaining pieces of your heart. You could feel tears well up when you knew it wasn't supposed to, letting out a quiet sigh out. This time around, all you were going to focus on was yourself, graduation, and Jean's party. No more Eren, no more soulmates, no more red string.

Just you.

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"Are you all ready to go absolutely crazy tonight?!"

You winced as the megaphone in Jean's hands blared in your ears, covering up the side of the ear where he was. The crowd cheered just as loudly as he did, Connie playing airhorns on the sound system to hype them up even more. You didn't expect the turnout to be this large but you shouldn't expect anything less from one of the most popular athletic students.

"Then let's make this a night to remember, Shiganshina graduates!" You watched him throw the megaphone in someone else's hands, then jump down from the stage that held the music booth, the crowd enveloping him with excited shouts and screams. You immediately lost him in the wave of people, sighing in amusement. You knew he was going to be fine but you would definitely find him later on clutching for life over a toilet.

Now, where to start your own version of a little celebration? Shoving yourself through, you entered the jam packed house, trying to apologize with every person you passed by. Suddenly, a hand grabbed you and pulled you through the clumped up bodies into a decently spaced out area.

"Armin?" The blond sheepishly smiled, raising a red solo cup as a greeting towards you.

"Thought you weren't the party-girl type."

"I thought you weren't even the type to party. Aren't you someone that only spends time locked up in their room with stacks of books?" He laughed, shaking his head.

"It seems that we both aren't like what we were supposed to be." He grinned and gave you his cup, tapping the kitchen counter to get Marco's attention. He handed him another solo cup, presumably with the same liquid as what he gave to you. You couldn't really tell what it was due to the party lights but when you pulled it up to your mouth, you could smell the scent of a very strong liquor.

Fuck it, why not. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, might as well get a little fucked up. It'll help you temporarily forget thinking about him all the time.

You took a quick little inhale and started downing the cup. You cringed as the sharp burn of alcohol went down your throat, feeling a little warm afterwards. Crushing the cup in one hand, you looked up at Armin with a crooked, flushed out smile.

"Another please."

Each drink came by in a blur, your mind melting and meshing together. You knew you were currently on the dance floor, probably in the backyard again, strangers' bodies rhythmically clashing into yours. Some loud music Connie put on was incoherently playing and you felt someone place their hands around your waist from behind, a tipsy giggle coming out of you. As you took a glance back, you were not surprised in the slightest on who your sudden dance partner was.

Armin was dancing behind you, a dark red blush already formed on the apples of his cheeks. His blue eyes hazily looked down at you and you turned around, playfully pulling him in towards you by his white button up. His hands never left the curves of your hips, almost barely lifting up your tank top and touching your bare skin. The warmth that was shared between your two drunk bodies was sweltering, the immense tension between each other growing with each sway and laugh.

There were rumors back in school on who his soulmate is. Some say he's Annie's but due to Bertolt being consistently around her, a handful were unconvinced. Very few said that it was Mikasa, another little group spread the joke around that Jean was his soulmate. At this moment, who cared?

Eren had been dating Mikasa for nearly four years, of course they had PDA before. You? You didn't even have your first kiss yet.

One part of you had always wanted to give your first kiss to Jean, but he was too dear for you to lose as a best friend. The other part of you, the little devil on your shoulder, wanted to be petty. To give something that was originally intended for a soulmate to his very best friend, it would be more than enough revenge for you.

Sliding your hand up his body to the curvature of his neck, you pulled him down to your level. You leaned in close to his face, the two of you panting from dancing. You never knew how lovely his blue eyes were as they shined under the colored lights, you were always too afraid too look at him back then.

Armin was the one that made the first move, pressing his lips against yours, his eyes closing as soon as contact was made. You returned his affections, your own eyes closing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Through his kiss, you could taste the bitterness of alcohol on his lips. His hands squeezed your hips, a shiver going through your entire body. He was gentle — not pushing for anything more — his soft lips finally leaving yours.

Your heart was beating hard as you gazed upon those eyes of his, swearing up and down that you had instantaneously felt butterflies nervously swirl around in your stomach. If Eren could date others, you can too. What was stopping you besides a flimsy ass string?

"Y/N, I—" Armin paused, his eyes connected with something behind you. They suddenly widened with a particular kind of fear, the red blush of his face immediately draining white. It seemed that he had sobered up, removing his body from yours and backing away in a frightened manner.

"I-I'm so sorry!" What?

He ran off, leaving you confused and with mixed emotions. You couldn't have been that bad at kissing right? Give yourself a break, it was your first kiss after all. Hands made their place on your shoulders, alarms beginning to blare in your head. Before you could turn to see who it was, one hand shot up and wrapped around your mouth while the other quickly went around your waist, forcefully pulling you back.

You struggled hard, trying to fight against the stranger that was kidnapping you but the alcohol in your system made it difficult to do much. The other partygoers seemed to not notice you, either too drunk off their asses or maybe even high off of something.

Without much thought, you began to bite down on the person's fingers as hard as you possibly could. They yelled out in pain and let you go, your body falling to the concrete. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the coarse rocks. Before you were able to get up, they grabbed your arm and lifted you back up to your feet, slamming you against the wall. A hand pressed one of your shoulders firmly against the textured brick, keeping you trapped.

"Ten years later and you're still a fucking bitch." A chill ran down your entire body, sobering reality hitting like a truck. Those piercing eyes glimmering in the party lights glared down at you coldly, a grimace on his face.

"It takes one to know one," You spat back in reply. "Last time I checked, Jean didn't invite you."

Eren suddenly started laughing, shaking his head. You were stunned in disbelief, he thinks this is some kind of joking matter?

"You think a little paper invite is gonna stop me from coming? God, I don't even know how they let you into the honor roll with that mind of yours."

Your face grew hot and you shoved his hand off of your shoulder. This party was supposed to be your way of forgetting about him. He can't keep showing out the blue right when you were moving on and focusing on better things in your life.

"What do you even want Eren?"

He stopped laughing, his gaze growing more intense as he looked down at you. You suddenly felt like you were shrinking the more he stared down at you in distaste.

"It's a funny story actually, I wanted to get drunk as any other person here but then I saw my whore of a soulmate sucking face with my best friend right in the middle of the crowd," It was your turn to feel the color drain from your own face. "It's really funny, isn't it? She's so desperate for my attention, she'd give her own body to anyone who's asking, even if it's someone like Armin."

You shoved him back, his body colliding into the wooden fence behind him. You were trembling, fists shakily balling up.

"For your information, Armin kissed me first. And you know damn well that you out of all people, have no right to call me a whore. I don't even know where to begin with how much you've treated me like shit either." You started to let loose everything you wanted to say to him, tears welling up and dripping down your cheeks. He stood up, his head down and face unreadable as you continued to chew him out.

"And how fucking dare you! Why still consider me as 'soulmate property' when all you've been doing for years is torture me?!"

Maybe it was the alcohol still circulating in your body that was making you too emotional, but in the first time in forever, you sobbed in front of him. Eren stood quietly as you sniffled, swiping your wrists over your wettened cheeks.

"There's nothing you can fix Eren, this string hasn't done anything but torment us. What ties us together isn't love, it never has been and it never will be." You wanted to go home, he ruined everything as always. The only redemption he'd ever get is that he would never speak to you ever again.

You opened the metal side door of Jean's home and began to walk out when you felt his hands grab your shoulders once more and turn you around. Like clockwork, you balled up your fist and was ready to punch him in the face until he grabbed that very hand's wrist and held it back against the door. You struggled against his grip, eyes wide in shock.

"What are you- Eren! Let me g—"

He interrupted you, his lips slamming onto yours roughly. A dull throbbing pain emerged as his teeth clashed into yours. The back of your head hit the metal door, a resonant clang bouncing off as it was forcibly shut closed. His free hand curled around the dip of your back and pulled your body closer to his.

Eren's tongue forced its way through your mouth, the metal ball rolling around against your tongue. He kissed you as if he was starving, as if it was vital that he had to have you like this. It was completely overwhelming. The shock put you in a hazy daze, your body burning up to a scalding and uncomfortable heat.

Unlike Armin's, he was needily intense. He messily intermingled his saliva with yours, pushing even more deeply into you. It was suffocating, he was suffocating. Through the thickened haze, you felt his hand trail down to the curve of your ass and something solid was slowly rubbing against your thigh, immediate fear coursing through your body.

Without a second to waste, you bit down as hard as you could. Eren cried out in pain in your mouth and pulled away from you, his hand shooting to his face. He removed his hand and you saw a dark liquid dripping down his chin, the taste of iron and a spherical object in your mouth soon coming into realization.

Spitting out whatever was in your mouth into your hand, immediate nausea started to come in waves as you gazed upon it. You felt dizzy and out of breath, your heart wildly beating to the point where it started to ache.

You ignored the squeeze of the string, feeling it tighten till you were sure that circulation had cut off. The two of you shared a look, yours reflected a terrified stare and his... his pupils were blown out with a mortifying desire. A desire that you did not want any part in.

You dropped the piercing and ran, completely horrified to look back.

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You didn't tell anyone what had happened afterwards. You texted Jean that you left after a few drinks and thanked him for the invite, but you neglected to tell him the other bits and pieces. He didn't need to know or else he'd get all worked up about it. You didn't have Armin's phone number but you assumed that his friendship was still intact, occasionally seeing the blond visit the Jaeger household every few days or so. All he will be would be the one that took your first kiss from you.

It was difficult trying not to think about what had occurred in Jean's party. How can you even forget that kind of moment? You didn't even know what Eren wanted from you anymore, did he still hate you or did he finally realize he had feelings for you far too late in life? What a jackass. Technically, he cheated on Mikasa and that made him even more scummier than before. Regardless, you weren't ever going to reciprocate.

There was a particular temptation to smash the cup that Eren made into itty bitty pieces. When the two of you got an A on the final, you told him he could keep his cup. It was only fair after all.

He refused, instead taking the one that you made. You watched him carefully tuck it into his backpack, partially in awe that he actually cared to keep it from breaking. All you were left with was the teapot and his heart-shaped teacup. Instead of throwing it away, you put it on a shelf next to other various trinkets of yours. Now that you were looking at it now, a mix of a melancholy frustration occupied your thoughts.

The weeks after the party, you tried avoiding getting out of the house unless your parents strictly forced you to. Fate had always been against you so if there was even a minute where you were alone, you knew that Eren would mysteriously come along. Your parents just assumed that it was college jitters and you were afraid of leaving home, but unfortunately it was really more than that. It was not their burden to bear — they were already too old to be worrying about soulmate issues — this was your mess and you had to deal with it like an adult.

In better news, the college that you've wanted to go to since junior year graciously accepted your application. Sooner or later, you were flying a few states over for orientation and to check into the apartment that you and your parents found after the acceptance. You got the email mid-June while you were still moping over the party incident, screaming the house awake once more as if it was your ninth birthday.

You told Jean over the phone, the speakers nearly blowing out on his side of the call. The two of you promised to try syncing up breakfast and dinners since you were moving in a city with a separate time zone, and he'd update you on what's happening back in the town. He decided to take a gap year, the sole reason he explained to you was to gain work experience from what his dad was doing. You joked saying that you would be graduating before he would; in response, he told you to piss off and have a safe flight.

You tried having the move be as downlow as possible, making the decision to only bring essentials and anything else that was too big and noticeable would stay at home. It sucked that it had to be this way — you worried that you might leave something important behind — but you didn't want to catch the attention of anyone that wasn't family or friends.

You adjusted the bag on your back, flicking the edge of the orientation pamphlet that was handed over to you before entering the university. The map layout was on the front, other pieces of information were inside, ranging from various major and club booths to scheduled times of educational presentations the university was providing for today. For fun, you were thinking of joining the photography club or one of the book clubs, slinking through the crowd to get to the booths. After checking out the booths, you were going to one of the presentations for your chosen major.

This had to be your most peaceful moment in your life. The air was fresh and everyone was so kind, it was a relief that none of them knew about the person that haunted your very being. He no longer shadowed you, consumed you to the point where your identity was constantly associated with his.

You entered the room that the designated presentation was being held in and settled in the back, getting the full view of the space. No one was inside yet, maybe because you had got here just a little bit too early. It was fine however, it let you quietly observe without looking too weird.

This university was on the slightly older side, the seats were still the big wooden seats that served as a table at the same time with a deflated cushion and one side of the walls had stained glass windows, softly reflecting the colors onto you. It was a charming place, you'd love to attend a class in here.

There was a sound of someone settling down besides you, the seat creaking with age. You wanted to make any friends that were in your major as quickly as possible, miss any opportunity to befriend someone and you'd be lonely and struggling the entire time you'd be here. Turning towards the stranger, you began to extend your hand and greet them, until you fell short on your words when your eyes connected.

"E-eren?"

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

How did he know where you were attending? You never told anyone besides Jean and your parents. Jean would never tell anyone, especially him out of all people, and you've begged your parents not to publicly post anything about where you were attending until you graduated. Your jarred confusion must've amused him because a pleased grin started to form on his face, his head resting on his hand as he stared back at you. The glow of the string illuminated the side of his face, malice reflecting off of him.

Those cursed teal-green eyes, a color of a persistent poison with no antidote.

Everything crashed down on you, the world turning upside down. You abruptly stood up, stumbling backwards as you tried to get away. He didn't make a move, only watching you idiotically bumble around. Like a predator stalking its prey, you could tell when he was getting ready to strike. Maybe he had already got you wrapped up in his web, you just never realized it until now.

As you tried to get out of the room, the door handle didn't budge. Terror shot through you and you still tried to open it, tugging and pushing against the wooden door. You cried out in panic, beginning to hit the door with your fists, hopeful that anyone outside would hear you. A few minutes went by and no one came, your luck at an all time low.

Nothing. Nothing you did worked at all.

You finally faced him unwillingly, watching him stick out his tongue. A hand went over your mouth in shock. Nearly from the middle to the tip, there was a healed slit. He moved it and you gasped, his tongue parting in two. Oh God, what the hell happened? Wait... where did the metal ball go?

In that very moment, that very night came back to you in a flash. The taste of blood. The spherical piercing in your mouth. Your stomach churned in horrid disgust.

You did that.

"So..." Eren put away his tongue and got up from his seat, slowly nearing you. You were shaking, the feeling of consciousness slipping away as your heart hammered too fast for everything else in your body to keep up.

"Won't we finish what you've started?"

[seraphdreams]

SERAPHDREAMS KINKTOBER 2023.

"I MEAN I'M CUTE BUT ALSO REALLY FUCKING CREEPY." — hi, it’s your resident bimbo! i’m so excited to do this again so let’s get into, yeah?

OCTOBER 6TH.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE." | ARMIN ARLERT.

cw. fem!reader, ghostface!armin, modern au, mentions of murder, symbolism, noncon/dubcon, insanity, manipulation, monomania + more..

armin’s worked hard to build up his perfect life, and he certainly wasn’t expecting for someone to have what he strived for just handed to them. he’s obsessed — with a life that isn’t his.

OCTOBER 13TH.

ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? | GOJO SATORU, SUGURU GETO.

cw. fem!reader, college au, dark content, kidnapping, use of toys, fearplay, blindfolds/restrictions, noncon/dubcon + more..

the campus power outage gives your sly classmates a proper chance to get to know you.

OCTOBER 20TH.

LORD GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE. | TAIJU SHIBA.

cw. fem!reader, sacrilege, corrupt priest!taiju, dark content, power play/power imbalance, manipulation, unprotected sex, behavioral therapy, christian ideologies + more..

taiju’s known amongst his community as one of the best. surely, he could handle looking after a young, hot, brat — maybe even teach her his ways.

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 27|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Sadness over! Domestic Evelyn and Levi here we come. Back to the shenanigans that make these two so special. The last chapter will be chapter 30 so be prepared for a little bit of sadness with that. Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, vaguely implied suicide, etc.

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That house was so familiar yet so foreign. It felt like it had been years since either stepped foot in that house, surprisingly undamaged from the chaos an mayhem. Most of the staff had fled in the terror of the infernal footsteps but the housekeeper remained, determined to ensure her employer's house remained untouched so she would still have a position if he lived and a sizable gain if he died.

How humiliating it was for Levi to be carried in by his wife. His damn legs rendered useless by a split second lack of judgement. He'd get his strength back, he was sure of it. Training and hard work had given him the body he had, he wouldn't allow any injuries to define his quality of life. No matter how long it took, he'd be right back to where he was, a man to be feared and respected. Besides, he had a son to raise when his wife gave birth, he wanted someone his future son could respect and look up to.

While their world had changed, the house within was the same. Slightly dirtier with only one to clean its mass, but still comfortingly the same. Evelyn and Levi knew the truth, they were lucky. Extremely lucky. Armin and the others had been regarded as fiends who killed their savior Eren Jeager. The Captain and wife had been welcomed back with open arms since Evelyn was accredited with helping to start The Rumbling and supporting Eldia's future at all costs. As for Levi, the lie spun was that Floch had only had issue with the Captain for personal reasons but he was never a threat to Eldia, in fact he fought for them but was tragically wounded before he could do more. Levi only agreed to this when the possibility of raising his children where he always dreamed was in front of him. His family mattered more than a bunch of kids he barked orders at.

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Picking up the pieces of an old life came slowly, many nights were spent desperately trying to sleep as the silence deafened them. Other nights were interrupted by shaking and screaming in terror as the nightmares of being crushed flooded their minds. The days were spent lazily enjoying the company of each other until the new Eldian government sorted itself out.

Evelyn was six months pregnant when Levi was officially given a position in the Eldian military. The lack of work had been driving him crazy, and when Commander Erwin was reinstated as a lesser head of the military thanks to a few pulled strings, the call to sign his enlistment form was instantaneous. His new uniform looked odd compared to the usual green and white, but there would always be adjustments, and if it meant gaining the respect of all those who saw him in the streets it was worth it.

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With the fall came the panicked cry of his wife from upstairs one weekend, causing the Captain to nearly trip and fall on the stairs, fearing for the worst.

"What is it? What's going on!?"

The bent over and sharp breathing coming from his wife signified that his dreams of a legacy as far as the eye could see were coming to fruition sooner than he thought.

Only the best midwife would do, paid well to ensure the risky business of childbirth wouldn't claim that of his beloved and child. Unlike most men of the era Levi was determined to be in the room overseeing everything that occurred, ensuring that there would be no foul attempts to harm his wife or child.

The screaming and wailing threatened to deafen him, the face of agony some men had told him had turned them off of having and more children just made him desire more. He was a sadist through and through, and he still believed deep down she deserved to suffer for all the stress she put him through.

Finally he was freed from her persistent whining when his child's first cries filled the room. An eyebrow raised to show Levi's amount of concern but the glass in his hand sloshing around the stiff liquor seemed of more importance, he could never show such a weakness as joy to anyone, even his wife and child.

"So what is it." He asked flatly.

"It's a boy sir. You have a son-"

Levi turned quickly to hide his grin of pride, on the brink of extinction another Ackerman had been born to carry on the family name. His wife truly was the most perfect creature on the planet to give him all that he desired and on their first try.

He gazed on the child set against his mother's chest. "I want to hold him."

For a moment Evelyn seemed hesitant, good, she was coming to bond with the child already, now it could be used as a bargaining chip to ensure she remained where she ought.

With the child securely in his arms Levi allowed himself to show a smidge of emotion, bouncing the bundle and speaking to him softly. "You will be set apart from all my son, destined to be a great soldier and become just like your father."

"Congratulations, have you decided on a name for such a precious boy?" The midwife smiled kindly with her yellowed teeth.

"Well actually I like-" Evelyn started.

"Furlan. Furlan Ackerman. That is his name. He will carry that name to higher heights than the man before him."

"Now isn't that nice, a strong name for a strong boy."

Levi ignored the rest of the gossip as to what names can do for a child, focused only on the perfection in his arms. As perfect as he was, as his wife was. No other would ever have children as great as they would.

"Furlan Ackerman, the name of humanity's next strongest soldier."

[apollodarling-writes]

Since I’m 50% a sadistic freak. I was thinking. After us rejecting Levi and such and him just wanting us. One day we walk into his office and up to him. He kinda confused because we always avoid him now. But we grab him and kiss him. Big ole smooch on his mouf. We grab his face and caress his neck. Then after a second we pull away and are like. “ Sorry just wanted to confirm my feelings for you. They remain the same. There are none. Well toodles Levi thanks for the help 😘” blowing him a kiss and walking back to the door.

I’m gonna need a part two

PART TWO:

tws: noncon elements, noncon kissing, levi is feral and it’s not cool, levi doesn’t take no for an answer, levi calls you names, abuse, levi goes in depth abt the people he's murdered, levi threatens the reader, also reader is afab but no specific gender terms are used

You were going to leave after that?

You were going to leave him?

Levi shoots out of his seat and throws open the door, gripping your arm and silencing your screams with his hand. He watched as the smug look in your eyes bled into unadulterated fear, a smirk of his own plastered on his face.

"You think," He chuckles, voice strained. "You think you can just toy with me and leave?"

Your eyes fill with tears, adrenaline seeping into your system as you finally comprehend the situation you were in. Levi drags you into the room and shuts the door with his boot, not phased in the slightest as you bite into his hand hard enough to draw blood.

"No, no. You don't get to leave after playing with my feelings like that." Levi tilts your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. A shudder runs down your spine as you gaze into the abyss of the Captain's optics; the grey of his eyes had turned to an inky black, consumed by obsession and undying love. He takes a seat in his chair, forcing you into his lap- forcing you to straddle him.

"I'm aware that your pitifully stupid brain hasn't fully comprehended what I'm capable of, so let me spell it out for you." The Captain leans down and presses a kiss to your temple, watching with sick pleasure as you thrash as he grips your hips and rocks you against the strain in his pants. "Listen up, sweetheart, cause this is the only confession you'll- nngh! - get from me."

Levi groans as you struggle against him as you unknowingly bring him closer and closer to his high with each twist and turn you make. Every scratch and bitemark you leave only get him off faster, Levi choosing to see it as you marking him as your own despite knowing you hate his guts.

"I'm the one killing all of your friends, baby. Erwin was the first to go, then that Kirstein boy and Connie- ffffuck! - and next will be Armin Arlert if y'don't listen to me." Levi mockingly smiles at you, baring his teeth and successfully cornering you.

Your eyes glaze over and your brain disassociates from your body as Levi greedily swallows your lips with his own, his tongue tangling with yours.

You didn't have the choice to disobey anymore.

You didn't fight back as he kissed you with increasing ferocity. You didn't fight back as he stripped you of your clothes or made love to you. You let him have his way.

I'll figure it out later, is what you chanted in your mind as Levi came inside of you for the umpteenth time, your vision bordering black as he continued to fuck you unconscious.

I'll avenge them.

[h8ani]

Updated Rules List

With my new updated list I’m going to be listing all the requests I’ll be accepting, what fandoms I write for and how you should go about requesting them :)

But also if you are an ageless/blank blog or a minor please do not request me, thank you.

I also wrote both nsfw & sfw content, I also label it on my writings I post. I don’t shy away from anything really so if you’re unsure just send me a message and I’ll clarify if I do!

Things I’ll write for: yandere, noncon/dubcon, fluff, angst, smut, age gap, stepcest, professor/student, sensei/student, spanking, choking, slapping, torture, abuse, female x male, drug use, use of sex toys, abusive relationships, issues with eating, etc type shit

Things I won’t write for: anal, piss/shit play, boy x boy, girl x girl (I’m not super comfortable in my writing yet to write for same sex couples yet I hope you guys understand!)

Fandoms I write for:

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Porco Galliard

Hunter x Hunter - Chrollo, Feitan, Shalnark, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Ging, Illumi, Wing, Kite, Pokkle

Naruto - Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Minato Namikaze, Shikamaru Nara, Gaara, Neji Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Deidara, Sasori, Pain/Yahiko, Iruka Umino, Shino Aburame, Hidan, Kankuro, Sai, Genma Shiranui, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane, Hayate Gekko

Tokyo Revengers - Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shuji Hanma, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Tetta Kisaki, Atsushi Sendo, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Ken Ryuguji, Shinichiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Naoto Tachibana, Izana Kurokawa, Inui Seishu

Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Hideyoshi Nagachika, Uta, Ayato Kirishima, Nishio Nishiki, Koutarou Amon

Ouran Highschool Host Club - Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Takashi Morinozuka, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru,

Prompt Requests/Writing Requests in general:

I will usually have a link of the prompts to request from, from the original post.

If you’d like to request something I wrote just state what content you’d like and who the character is/member he is

I default by writing in fem! reader pov so please state if you’d like gn! reader

Reaction Requests:

State the type of reaction you’d like (example: reaction of them kissing you mid argument)

For any anime reactions just state the anime, boys you’d like the reaction for but please try to keep the number of characters under 10 unless it’s like konoha 11

Selca Ships:

I will do these for both kpop & anime

Send in a max of 3 selfies of yourself

Request a max if 3 animes/kpop groups

You can mix and match if you’d like

Please no filters obstructing what you look like I will just delete it

I will do private ships as well just state that when submitting the ships

Poly Ships:

Max of 2-3 animes/groups

You can mix and match

Request If you’d like these to be private

This ship is me just shipping you with two characters of said anime requested or 2 members of a kpop group

Kink Ships:

Send in a kink along with a kpop group or anime

I’ll say who I think the kinks go with

Aesthetic Moodboards:

Request who you’d like the moodboard for (example: bestfriend mikey sano, date night jungkook, etc)

I’m okay with nsfw moodboards too

[halaxia]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。 request rules !

please refer to these before requesting anything as if the request doesn’t abide by these rules then i won’t be writing it, thank you!!!

please specify the gender pronouns you would like for me to use and if you would like nsfw to be afab reader or not—otherwise, i will write requests for a gender-neutral reader :)

not what you were looking for?

— what i won’t write :

- rape, noncon, etc.

- incest

- male!reader

- any kinks including intense physical/mental harm

- eating disorders

- pregnancy/miscarriage

- yandere

— what i will write :

- pretty much anything else lol

- fem!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader

- suicidal themes (not overly graphic)

- fluff, angst, smut, dark content (as long as it abides by the rules above)

- alternate universes

thank you for reading :)

— who i write for :

this list is changing often—if you don’t see a character here you would like to request, shoot me and ask and i’ll let you know if i’ll write them or not :) (bolded characters are who i enjoy writing the most)

attack on titan

╰┈➤ eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, armin arlert, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, porco galliard.

bleach

╰┈➤ kurosaki ichigo, abarai renji, kuchki byakuya, hisagi shuhei, urahara keisuke, uryu ishida, shihoin yoruichi, aizen sosuke, ayasegawa yumichika, ichimaru gin, ukitake jushiro, hirako shinji, kira izuru, ulquiorra cifer, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

bungo stray dogs

╰┈➤ dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, fukuzawa yukichi, nakajima atsushi, edogawa ranpo, nakahara chuuya.

chainsaw man

╰┈➤ hayakawa aki, denji, power, hirofumi yoshida.

demon slayer

╰┈➤ kamado tanjiro, uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, iguru obanai.

final fantasy vii

╰┈➤ cloud strife, sephiroth

jojo’s bizarre adventure

╰┈➤ joseph joestar, caesar zepelli, kujo jotaro, kakyoin noriyaki, higashikata josuke, kishibe rohan, jolyne kujo.

jujutsu kaisen

╰┈➤ geto suguru, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, nanami kento, mahito, kamo choso, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong.

my hero academia

╰┈➤ dabi, shigaraki tomura, hawks, shoto aizawa, todoroki shoto.

obey me!

╰┈➤ lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, satan, barbatos, simeon, soloman.

one piece live action

╰┈➤ roronoa zoro, sanji, shanks, luffy

spy x family

╰┈➤ loid forger.

the disastrous life of saiki k

╰┈➤ saiki kusuo, kaido shun, kuboyasu aren.

tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ kaneki ken, nagachika hideyoshi, nishio nishiki.

vinland saga

╰┈➤ thorfinn, canute.