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wrecked-fuse 2 days ago
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1 Husbands (for Fandom Combat 2022)
2 redraw from official art as mini redraw challenge on twt
馃敧馃敧馃敧 胁 胁泻 薪械 褉械锌芯褋褌懈褌褜馃敧馃敧馃敧 聽
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ladycheesington 2 days ago
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Come back to bed...
Thought I'd try something new 馃憖
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byallmeans1 a day ago
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Morning tea 鉂わ笍
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fqiryspit a day ago
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BABY BOY! EREN HEADCANONS
cw: fem!reader, mentions of pregnancy, reader & eren have a son, the baby is 3/4, mamas boy son&eren, the son has unrealistic descriptions in comparison to a real 3/4-year-old boy 馃槼
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imagine having a little baby boy with eren <3
he'd be sooooo precious, big chubby cheeks and long hair cuz he 'wants it to be like daddys'
Eren would surprisingly cling to him, being away at work would make him so strained but immediately gets hyper seeing his baby boy waddle over to him with open arms when he arrives home
sometimes he clings to you as well, mostly when he gets tired and needs his mom to hold him. he goes to eren when he wants to play & get his undivided attention but stays by you when he simply just wants his mom to hold onto
he is a crybaby, not in a whiny or annoying way, when he trips over and scrapes his knee, he silently sits there and sniffs while rubbing his eyes, not wailing once. any little boy would cry from that, but whats crybaby behavior for him is silently sniffling when you couldn't hold him because your hands were full
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"go to daddy, baby, my hands are full" you say softly as he tugs on your jeans
"yeah, come here, buddy" eren encouraged
"but I don't wan' daddy" he quietly says while looking down to his feet as tears flow out of his eyes and he silently sniffles as you only hear his sharp breaths
and now you have two crying boys that night with eren wrapped around you talking about how 'he might start to get too old where he doesn't wanna cuddle with me anymore'
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Eren spoils him while you're more direct, disciplining him when needed -tho he is quite enough where he rarely gets into trouble-
always has his hand locked on his mom. he grabs the collar of your shirt when you hold him and lays his head down on your chest when you get too caught up in conversation and you forget to pay a little more attention to him
Eren confesses that he himself was a mama's boy when he was younger, always holding on to his mom and falling asleep on her any chance he got.
-and no matter what day, Eren cuddles you at night, his hand sliding down to your stomach, and whispers "thank you for making him" and such <3
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an: i have baby fever.
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solarfry 14 hours ago
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Eruri official art redraw~
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koulakoukoula2003 a day ago
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Overwhelmed (Yandere!Levi Ackerman x Reader) Pt. 1
Pairing: Yandere!Levi Ackerman x Reader Genre: Yandere!Levi, yandere themes, so much smutty smut TW: NSFW, MDNI, ROUGH SEX, possibly babytrapping LMFAO (idk we'll see in the sequel), MAJOR WARNINGS FOR DUBCON, uhm yandere behaviour, reader has low self-esteem but don't we all, creampie, vaginal sex, Levi fucks you like an animal against his desk basically, + Levi's obsessed with you uwu + DARK INNER MONOLOGUE OK? A/N: IDK WHAT THIS IS I JUST KNOW THAT I'M HORNY LMFAO pls heed the warnings and uh pls enjoy (will probably get a part 2 if you guys beg for it) Part 1 >>> Part 2
There's a difference between wanting someone and loving someone. Love and obsession are two entirely different things. For you and your Captain, it started innocent.
He had almost fooled you that he loved you. You were convinced he did, and how could you not? When he jumped in to save you from every reckless move, every hopeless attack you made against titans that you wouldn't stand a chance against.
How he punished you afterward. After getting back from such expeditions, he'd make sure to get it through your thick head that you're his. You're all his and you have no right to throw yourself in death's way while you belonged to him.
You were such a pretty thing. Always so willing. So pliant and submissive and bending to his will without any effort on his part.
And here you were now, his hot breath fanned to your ear, his cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, and his arms around you. You were utterly naked, he stripped you off your clothes the second you walked into his office after he called for you. And now you were here, back against his chest, his rapid breaths on your ear as he fucked you like a dog on a rut. Cock pressing so deep in that position it had your eyes watering. Pretty tears ran down your cheeks but he licked them away.
He always tasted your tears. There was something so salty and sweet about them. There was something so melodious about your sounds. Sounds of pain, sounds of pleasure, the screams of you being overwhelmed by him. He wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder. His cock was hitting painfully against your cervix but the fast rubs on your clit had you stuck on the thin line between pleasure and pain. You didn't mind. You'd take anything he gave you.
"You're mine." He growled against your ear. His fingers tightened around your throat. His thrusts were fast and animalistic. There was nothing normal about the way he was handling you. He was rough, fucking your hole like fleshlight, biting on the back of your shoulder till he was tearing your skin between his teeth. "You're all mine, understand?!"
His thrusts were relentless. There was no way you could respond while he was fucking you like an animal. His fingers rubbed your clit furiously and you threw your head back. You screamed at the top of your lungs and he didn't even make an effort to stop you. He wanted the entire HQ to hear you. He wanted everyone to know you were his bitch. You were his fuckdoll, his pretty little girl. His willing fucktoy, always ready to drop on your knees to please him.
You came so hard. The forced orgasm took a toll on your body. It had you slamming back down on his desk. Your erratic breaths fanned the smooth surface of the wooden furniture. You were utterly naked, but he was still fully clothed. He hadn't even taken his black suit jacket off.
He stopped thrusting. Still buried to the hilt inside of you, cock throbbing so deep, you had caught a glimpse of it bulging in your stomach more than once tonight. Your legs shook. You would have collapsed on the floor if it wasn't for his desk.
A searing spank laid across your already reddened buttcheeks and you cried out. The palm of his hand was so beautifully imprinted on your skin in deep red. Idly he wondered how much more perfect it'd be if instead of red, it was a deep purple. How many spanks would that take? He would definitely try it one day. But maybe not today. You were close to your limits. He coaxed you into five orgasms already. Your pretty pussy was pink and used and your naked body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat. His own sweat dripped from his raven bangs.
He finally released the knot of his ascot from around his neck. He hadn't even noticed it was bothering him until now. He finally took off his jacket, tossing it aside on a chair. He balled up the white fabric of the ascot and he forced it inside your mouth, restricting your sounds, your fast breathing.
He leaned down, still wearing his white shirt. His chest met your back and he kissed all over the purple bruises he had left on your shoulders with his teeth. He wrapped his arm around you, feeling himself in your belly and then slipping down. You were so sensitive, a single swipe of his fingers on your clit had you mewling against the cloth forced in your mouth.
"So wet..." he groaned in your ear. He caught your hair, pulling them out of your face, to reveal your pretty eyes. Beautiful tears had left trails on your cheeks. He kissed them away and you melted.
No matter how hard he used you, you loved it. Every time he touched you, kissed you, held you, you were melting. You knew you were instantly going to forgive everything he did to you because your heart ached for him. You loved him.
But you had no idea what he felt for you. You just knew he went mad without you. One time, he hadn't seen you for an entire day and he almost choked to death two cadets whilst looking for you. Maybe he didn't love you. Maybe he was just obsessed with you.
That was good enough for a nobody like you.
You tried to speak his name but the cloth inside your mouth was muffling you. He pulled it out and you coughed. You breathed hard and your hand struggled to reach back for him.
"Levi..." it came so desperate and pathetic and needy. His cock twitched inside of you. Your hand finally managed to reach for his hair, burying your fingers into them, bringing him down to you closer.
Closer still, please.
"What is it, y/n? Use your words." His voice was deep and breathless and so very soothing, it made your chest tingle.
"Need you..." you licked your lips "...'m yours. I'm all yours, I love you s' much, kiss me please..."
Fuck, you had no idea what you were doing to him when you said things like that. You loved him? You really did? After treating you like this? Was there really someone in his life who could love a bastard like him? An ugly, ruthless midget who lacked all meaning of gentleness and tenderness? Who had no idea how to handle you? How to love you back? Everyone he ever loved, died on him so fast, were you going to be one of them?
No, he wasn't going to tell you he loved you. He was never going to say it because one moment he might say it and the next you're going to die and he would've lost everything.
So, no, he wasn't going to love you. He wasn't going to make love to you because he didn't even know how. Sex was a mere need for him. A disgusting, primal need that he couldn't get rid of and he wished he could. But you satisfied all his needs. You took everything he gave you. Spanking, bondage, pain, degradation. You satisfied that dark, sadistic side of him and you were always so willing to let him push you to your limits.
You had seen that side of him that would have made anyone else run away, screaming in terror, but instead, you even loved him for it.
You were capable of loving him.
He pulled out of you and he flipped you around pulling you off the desk. Your legs almost gave up on you and you almost crushed on the floor but he caught you. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up bridal style with impressive ease. He was so strong. Always so strong, he could manhandle you and break your body in two before you'd even have the chance to scream for help.
Maybe you'd even just let him.
He took you to his bed and lied you down and took off his shirt and the annoying pants.
He climbed back on top of you, easing his cock inside you again and you gasped. He took your lips in his own and that's when he started fucking you and kissing you like he loved you. He didn't say a word though. There was never any confession. It was just that sloppy kiss that you could have never guessed a clean freak like your Captain would engage in.
You could taste the afternoon tea he had on his tongue. You could smell him, something herbal and detergents and the cleanliness of his impossibly clean bedsheets. You buried your fingers in his sweaty hair and you clutched on him. So desperate and needy.
Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you.
He began thrusting again. He didn't even start slow. Slow and intimate sex was something he didn't know how to do. You would have to show him one day if he let you, but for now, you let him fuck you to oblivion while he swallowed your screams off your lips.
His hips slammed against yours and he pulled your legs to his shoulders, forcing you into a mating press. He folded your entire body in half, getting deeper, threatening to break deep into your womb. You screamed and shut your eyes and threw your head back and your entire body shook.
"Just a little more..." He panted into your chest, biting down on your skin. His thrusts, relentless. "...take it for me, y/n, take it... You're mine... all mine..."
He was babbling now incoherently and you knew he was close. Thrusts wild and uneven and cock hitting so deep you could feel him in your throat. His hand dropped down on your clit and you came in an instant. You didn't even get the time to warn him. You screamed and squirted all over his cock and his eyes widened.
"Fuck!" It only urged him to fuck you harder and harder until he came inside you.
Your belly felt so warm and bloated. He fucked you through it, making sure you didn't waste a single drop. You would look so beautiful all stuffed with his kids. His wife. His one and only. No one else for him. He loved you so madly.
He wanted you to abandon everything for him. He wanted you to resign as a soldier. He wanted you to get you a home, give you a family, keep you safe there.
He pulled his face from your neck, realising you had passed out. Your body limp beneath him. Your hands limp around him. Instinctively he checked for your pulse but you were breathing rhythmically. You were alive. You were okay.
He sighed in relief and kissed your parted lips. He licked clean that drop of spit that had started to roll down your lips. He kissed you all over.
He cleaned you and groomed you like a pup. He settled you properly on the bed, in the nightgown you kept around his quarters for nights like this.
He lied beside you and held you all night, unable to fall asleep. He could never sleep when you were sleeping beside him. He watched you because you were so beautiful. He had paperwork to take care of but he found himself unable to move.
You were so beautiful, all he did was stare at you while you slept. Others would've been terrified at the thought of being stared at, but not you. Not you. You were his.
He was already planning of forging a resignation paper. He had learned your handwriting, your signature. He had learned everything about you.
It was for the best. He'd keep you safe that way. You were the only one he had left.
His arms tightened around you impossibly and he buried his face in your hair shutting his eyes, drawing in your scent.
He was going to keep you safe.
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immanime 2 days ago
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Shingeki no Kyojin
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meianmari 2 days ago
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fecitfatum 16 hours ago
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He's dead.
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ryuichirou a day ago
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Annie-chan
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mllechartreux a day ago
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Now what if you were being a brat all day and instead of punishing you, Levi decides to lift you up against the wall, thighs resting on his shoulders while he eats you out until he鈥檚 satisfied you鈥檝e been given enough attention. You end up cumming multiple times, legs shaking, your essence dripping down his face and neck and you鈥檙e crying from overstimulation. Levi can鈥檛 stop though because his baby was acting out for his attention and he has to make sure she knows she鈥檚 loved.
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tulipanka-a a day ago
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Marco Bodt & Jean Kirstein
season 1/1-3
aesthetics
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cadriox 2 days ago
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Let鈥檚 go, Eren
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robosuta a day ago
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Mikannie but it's Irene and Seulgi's monster
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ackerman-impact a day ago
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zevi canon
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toast-club 2 days ago
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Y/n: 鈥淎re you sure you can get on your horse by yourself? You don鈥檛 want a stool or anything?鈥
Levi: *Raising his eyebrow* 鈥淎re you calling me short?鈥
Y/n: 鈥溾鈥檓 calling you vertically challenged鈥
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immanime 2 days ago
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Shingeki no Kyojin
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