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Would they gift you their bones?
LISTEN its very important for me to know ok!? Besides it grows back so it's fine
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Masterlist SnK Masterlist
Ymir, Annie, Zeke
Yes, they think it's one of the most romantic gestures they could do for you, to give you a piece of themselves that you can always have by your side
Will look for their chopped off arm/ hardened crystals after the fight has ended specifically for this
How they act having a crush on you - SnK Various x Reader
Got the itch to write for them to explore their characters a bit, and maybe have a bit of happiness in their lives
Characters: Eren Jaeger, Jean Kirstein, Ymir, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Porco Galliard, Pieck Finger
CW: Ymir's reader is a girl, pre depression spiral Eren
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Masterlist SnK Masterlist
Eren
Eren is so clueless about his own feelings at the start, for the first couple months he'll be thinking he finds you incredible and just enjoys spending all the time he can with you
it isn't until during a expedition where you almost die in the jaws of a titan that he realizes
as he holds your injured form in his titan form hands the cogs inside his dense head finally start moving
𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦 - 𝘺𝘮𝘪𝘳
summary: after you get done with your afterschool activities, you see your secret situationship in the hallway and things get heated..
cw: smut
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it was fall 1943. You were staying afterschool for some activities.. it was just some cheerleading stuff and program for the ongoing war, nothing special.
you walk down the quiet, creaky hallways of your rundown school. you heard some chatter from classrooms nearby, it helped you feel not alone. plus, the school was old and ugly, and most definitely haunted.
as you make your way to the end of the eerie hallway, a girl walks past you. chocolate brown hair, beautiful tan skin, bright hazel eyes, and a gorgeous batch of freckles over his harmonious face.
ymir, one of your “friends”. she sure was a beautiful girl. lots of boys crushed hard on her, but she rejected them almost every time, saying that “boys weren’t on her mind”, and that was very, very true.
you actually didn’t know her that well. the two of your were mutual friends, hanging out in the same friend group. and you had a few classes with her, and you would sometimes talk to her, but it wasn’t so often.
this particular week, the two of you had gotten closer and closer. you both had very similar interests..
you both loved noir movies, swimming, history, a lot in common, it was almost like you guys were meant to be friends.
you quickly turn your head to greet her, “hey, ymir? I didn’t know you had after school activities!”, you exclaimed, running up to her and hugging her back. she smirked, returning the hug, “ah, I’m in orchestra with mrs. morozova, I needed to practice..” she replied, patting your head.
you felt a rush of heat throughout your body, a mix of shyness, nervousness, and strangely, butterflies. what was this feeling? you thought.
“that’s cool..” you spoke, leaving her hug and holding her hand tightly, “wanna walk home together?” you asked, tilting your head to her view. “Sure,” she nodded.
the two of you began walking forward to the stairs.
the atmosphere was actually quite beautiful. it was a quiet, gloomy day. rain began pouring pver the school, ymir had to use her jacket to cover you, since you were much shorter than her.
now, you guys were both outside, contemplating on what to do in the heavy rain. you both stood under the school roof, freezing and shivering.
“what should we do, ‘mir?” you asked, looking up at her with sad eyes. “we’ll get home somehow, we’re gonna have to wait for the rain to calm down..” ymir replied, settling herself down on the concrete pavement. you followed along, snuggling up beside her.
“y/n?” she said, looking down at you with a smile. “yes?” you replied, looking back at her, your heart beating softly. “I wanna ask you something..” she spoke, a grin forming across her face, “do you like boys?”
.. “why do you ask that?” you responded, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “I’m interested, y/n, what do you say?” she smirked, her brunette locks falling over her delicate face.
“n-no..” you stuttered, burying your face in your knees in embarrassment. “so, you like girls?” ymir laughed, patting your shoulder. “no! what nonsense are you speaking, ymir?” you pouted, crossing your arms, “that isn’t normal, ymir, it’s not, and don’t ever speak of that.”
“but it’s hurting nobody, y/n” ymir leaned into you, her face dangerously close to yours. you could feel soft breathing and could see her intense gaze. she wanted to tell you something, and you knew it was important. she leaned in just a little bit closer, a smirk plastered on her face, “bet, if you don’t likes girls, then kiss me, right now.” she chuckled, her nose touching yours.
“i-i..” you stammered, using your small arms to push her away, but she kept you close. “ymir, i-i.. wait..” you groaned, and grabbed your head. why was she saying this? it was complete nonsense.. you were so confused, her behavior was changing under this weather.
“look, you can’t tell nobody! okay?” you frowned, crossing you arms once more. “I’ll tell nobody, not a soul, I’ll tell ya.” she smiled, brushing your hair out your face. you slowly crept up to her face, until both of your lips finally crashed together. it was a deep, slow, romantic kiss. just like in the movies you both watched together.
she moaned against your soft lips. grabbing your hand tightly. you pulled away, gazing into her eyes. “what’s this feeling called again, y/n?” ymir giggled, grabbing your collar to bring you closer. “y-mir..” you gasped out, grabbing her shoulders.
you knew what that feeling was called.. it was that damned love, and you felt it for ymir. “kiss me, please..” you pleaded, gazing into her hazel eyes, begging for an answer.
“I’ll kiss you anytime.” she cackled, before crashing her lips into yours almost immediately. she slipped her tongue into your mouth, exploring your sweet mouth. it was like candy for her, so addictive. you moaned into her, wetness pooling in between your legs, you loved whatever that feeling was, and you wanted to feel it more.
“fuck..” she groaned, tearing off your blouse, the cold air hitting your nipples. “i’ve wanted to see these..” she laughed, her hand groping your tit harshly while she licked at the other. spit gathered at your bud, this seemed like more than heaven..
her hand left your tits, travelling down to your pulsating cunt. it was hot and wet for her, making her even more horny. she ripped of your skirt, the freezing cold hair now hitting your dripping wet pussy. “put your back against the wall.” she commanded. you quickly obeyed, scooting yourself to the brick wall behind you, before it clashed with your back.
you spread your legs wide for ymir, throbbing pussy all on display. slick dripping down your hole and to the ground. “this is beautiful..” she remarked, before lowering herself to the view of your pussy.
“are you ready, y/n? tell me.” she mischievously asked, a toothy grin appearing on her face. you nodded, waiting for her response.
she dived in between your legs, lapping at the clit in front of her. you threw your head back, thighs shaking as she ate you out. her tongue flicking over your clit before flattening it to gather all the slick you’ve created. your thick thighs rested over her broad shoulders.
she licked up all of your creaming, lapping at your sopping pussy. your clit peeking out of your pink folds, all fat and flushed begging for attention. she flicked over it once again, suckling on it harshly. you gripped her hair, moaning her name out loud.
“ym-ir.. s-so good.. a-ah, at th-his..” you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure. “this isn’t my first time, y/n, I’m a fucking master at this.” she boasted, slipping a finger into your dripping cunt.
she flicked over your clit once again, before licking up all of your juices gathered at your hole. she already got you so close, but you didn’t want this to end.
“mmh, y-ymir.. s-so, c-c-clo-seee…” you moaned out, pussy throbbing and begging for some tongue to stimulate it. “I know baby, come on.. cum for me.” she grimaced, sliding her tongue into you once more.
you chest heaved, moaning louder and louder as she licked your pussy. you cursed to yourself quietly, holding onto her head tightly for support. “fuck..! ‘m-mir!” you groaned, legs shaking violently as you reached your orgasm.
your pussy gushed out loads of cum, splashing all over ymir’s face. she smiled, looking up at you. “good job, baby.. look at all of this cum, so tasty..” she rejoiced, a wide smile appearing on her face, “gotta clean you up, can’t leave ya dirty.” “y-yeah..” you coughed out, spreading your pussy wide open with your fingers to get ymir better access. she dove in once again, cleaning you up so good. lapping at all of the leftover cream and juices, slurping vulgarly.
the sounds your pussy made were obscene, but you loved it, the noises made you even hornier.
after ymir finished cleaning up your pussy, she helped clothe you. slipping your skirt up to your waist and buttoning your shirt back up. your legs were so shaky, she had to help you walk out of campus. you realised it had stop raining, the sky was opening up to reveal the beautiful sun.
ymir checked her watch, “it’s only 3:43, I’m pretty sure I ate you out at 3:29..” she calculated, “took ya less than 15 minutes to cum, naughty girl.” “that felt so good, ‘mir, lemme come to your house in the weekend..” you grinned, planting a kiss her cheek. “my dad will be at work for most of the day, and my mom’s at the factory.. so, I’ll have 9 hours to fuck you whenever I want, sweet!” she cheered, giving you a kiss back.
“love you, ‘mir.” you tiredly smiled, grabbing her shoulder tighter. “love ya too, dollface.” she replied, patting your head.
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you and ymir became “girlfriend and girlfriend” after that. fucking occasionally at her’s or your’s house on the weekends.
you both were close, and others noticed, including your friends, but none the less they all kept it moving.
you both loved each other, ymir was an amazing partner, giving you all the affection you ever wanted, kisses, hugs, and she always gifted you loads of flowers, chocolates, more gifts, anything you can think of..
she was the best girlfriend you ever had.
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yall fw this? dm me for mooaaaarrrrr. once again im too lazy to proofread bc that’s only for intellectual hoes, PEACE ✌️
I just have to say that I LOVE your Ymir fic!!! It can be so hard to find good ones…
omg thank you so much !!! my search for Ymir fics, and the lack of results I found, is exactly why I started writing it. I'm glad you're enjoying it ♡
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
chapter 3 of my Ymir x Reader fic is now posted :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
for all of my ymir stans out there, I posted the first two chapters of my new Ymir x f!Reader fic.
「 ✦Siren✦ 」 (pt.2)
"You enjoy making me squirm, don’t you?" The thought seared through my mind as I peeled off the wet shirt clinging to my body like a second skin. Her gaze was scorching, drilling into my back even though I refused to meet it. Every move felt deliberate under the weight of her eyes, as if she were savoring the moment, letting it stretch unbearably thin.
“You are staring a lot,” I muttered. The suite's glass bathroom—so chic, so luxurious—suddenly felt like the cruelest design choice, offering no real privacy. Every outline of me was visible, every motion exaggerated by the soft light spilling in from the room. My skin prickled, equal parts exposed and defiant.
“I’m not the type to waste a good show.” Her voice was a low purr, curling through the air with the same sly confidence as her smirk. I didn’t need to turn around to know she was leaning back lazily, a predator with no intention of hiding the satisfaction etched into her features. Her tone teased and provoked, but there was a precision to her words that made my pulse quicken.
“Why do you even have a honeymoon suite?” I asked, turning over my shoulder, clutching the wet shirt to my chest. I walked to the tap to fill the tub, hoping the steam would fog the glass.
“Curious, and it has a jacuzzi,” she said, leaning back on the bed with a grin that screamed she wasn’t telling the whole truth.
“Got curious?” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Should’ve guessed.” I turned to the sink, undoing my hair and removing my makeup. “What other ‘perks’ does it come with?” I tried to keep my voice casual.
“Free wine, chocolate-covered strawberries—usual honeymoon stuff.”
I rolled my eyes, catching her smirk in the reflection as I leaned closer to the mirror. The cool water against my skin contrasted sharply with the heat of her presence, a mix of physical warmth and something intangible—an emotional pull that I couldn’t quite name. It was the kind of heat that seemed to radiate from her every movement, her gaze heavy with intent, setting my nerves alight. I tried to focus on the water, its soothing chill a lifeline, but the magnetic tension in the air made it impossible to ignore her presence entirely. I could hear the bed creak as she shifted, her movements deliberate, amplifying the tension in the room.
“And do you bring people here often to enjoy these perks?” I asked, feigning nonchalance.
“No,” she said, her voice deliberate. “Only when the company is worth it.”
Her words made me pause, my hands stilling mid-motion as a sudden warmth spread across my cheeks. I bit the inside of my lip, willing the heat to subside, but the flutter in my chest betrayed me. My fingers hovered over the sink, desperate to keep moving, to distract myself from the way her words clung to the air like an unspoken challenge. I fought the urge to glance at her, afraid of what her gaze might reveal—and worse, what mine might betray. My chest tightened, a strange mix of irritation and something warmer bubbling to the surface. Her tone felt too precise, as if she could see through the careful façade I had been holding onto all night. Part of me bristled at her audacity, but another part—a quieter, more dangerous part—wanted to hear more.
Clearing my throat, I busied myself with undoing my hair, letting the damp strands fall over my shoulders. “Enjoying the perks?” she teased, her tone playful but laced with something deeper.
I glanced at her reflection. She lounged on the bed, her frame stretched out, eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I hated how much I liked it.
I ignored her, turning back to the tub. The steam curled up in languid, sinuous tendrils, clinging to the glass like whispers of tension, blurring the world beyond into soft, unrecognizable shapes. It mirrored the dynamic between us—veiled, charged, and impossible to fully grasp—offering me a fragile, fleeting sense of privacy while also amplifying the unspoken electricity that hummed just outside its reach. It felt like a fragile barrier between us, a fleeting sense of privacy. I folded my stockings neatly, trying to focus on the simple task instead of the way my heart raced.
“You know,” she said, her voice cutting through the quiet, “you don’t have to work so hard to avoid me. I’m not going to bite.”
“Unless I ask nicely, right?” I shot back, surprising myself with my boldness. Her soft, rich laugh filled the room, and I bit my cheek to keep from smiling.
The tub was nearly full, so I stepped into the fancy looking bathtub. The warmth of the water melted the night’s tension, the jets gently massaging my back as soft ripples caressed my skin. The subtle scent of lavender from the bath oils mingled with the steam, creating an intoxicating cocoon that dulled the chaos of the evening. The sound of the water cascading from the ornate faucet echoed softly against the marble walls, a symphony of luxury that felt almost surreal. The gold accents on the tub’s edges glinted in the dim light, reminding me of just how out of place I should have felt—but somehow didn’t. Every detail of the bathroom, from the heated tiles underfoot to the faint glow of candles lining the shelves, worked to draw me further into a state of reluctant comfort, even as I knew she was outside, her gaze capable of piercing even this mist-filled sanctuary. The steam cocooned me, shielding me momentarily from the charged air waiting outside.
"I hope you’re enjoying yourself in there," her voice floated into the bathroom, smooth and teasing, breaking through the tranquility of the steam-filled air. My eyes blinked open, the serenity of the bath momentarily shattered.
"What are you doing?! Get out!" I sank deeper into the foamy water, the bubbles rising around me like a shield. Snatching up the nearest loofah, I hurled it in her direction, though it barely grazed the edge of the doorway. "At least knock, you idiot!"
She laughed, the sound rich and unapologetic, and casually placed a folded T-shirt and something else on the dry sink. "No need to get violent, bubbles," she drawled, her grin maddeningly smug. "I’m just being thoughtful and bringing you some clothes... though I won’t mind if you decide you don’t need them."
I glared at her, my cheeks burning, but she only winked at me before tossing the loofah back into the water with practiced nonchalance. "Relax, bubbles," she added with a smirk, backing out of the room and leaving me alone once more—baffled, flustered, and very much aware of the mischievous energy she’d left behind, lingering like the steam in the air.
Bubbles?!
「 ✦Siren✦ 」 (pt.1)
summery: the girl and how she met her (not-so) gf
The party was a cacophony of lights, music, and bodies moving in chaotic harmony. It was held in one of those sprawling venues that catered to both the glamorous and the reckless, a place where you could just as easily spot a movie star sipping champagne as a college student doing shots in the corner. I had already resigned myself to spending the evening on the fringes, far from the pulsating center of the room where the more daring revelers danced. This was not my scene—had never been my scene—but my best friend, ever the hurricane of energy and persuasion, had dragged me into it.
“You’re going to look so good,” she’d insisted earlier that evening, her voice practically vibrating with excitement as she rummaged through a pile of clothes she’d brought over. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
My protests had fallen on deaf ears as she transformed me into her vision of an “office siren.” Now, as I caught sight of myself in one of the many gilded mirrors lining the walls, I barely recognized the woman staring back. My dark brown skin glowed under the dim lights of the venue, the professional sheen of my usual attire swapped for something decidedly outside my comfort zone. My hair, usually left to its own devices in soft curls, had been tamed into a sleek ponytail, with a few loose strands framing my face in what I had to admit was an artful arrangement. A borrowed white button-down shirt clung to me in all the right places, its top two buttons undone to reveal just enough skin to make me uncomfortable. The shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt so tight I felt like I was auditioning for a role in a 1950s noir film. Stockings encased my legs, leading down to a pair of high heels that I had already silently cursed multiple times for their unforgiving height.
Then there were my glasses, my one piece of normalcy, perched securely on my nose. For first time ever my best friend had gladly let me wear them. Those square frame glasses adding into the whole look made me let out a sigh. After a intense back and forth, she had whined and begged enough for me to give in and let her do my make-up. Now, one would be over the moon to get their face full done by a star as herself but given her history of trying 'various' trends on me.. i'd rather not let her touch my face, but i guess this is what they call being emotionally manipulated. After everything was done with a proud grin she called it sexy librarian chic. I called it an accident waiting to happen.
The venue itself was a spectacle, dripping in Halloween-themed decadence. Orange and purple lights bathed the room in an otherworldly glow, while fake cobwebs and dangling bats adorned every conceivable surface. The air was heavy with the mingling scents of alcohol, smoke, and the faint sweetness of candy apples. Somewhere in the distance, a DJ was spinning tracks that alternated between upbeat and hauntingly atmospheric, the bass reverberating through the floorboards.
I adjusted the jacket I had slung over my arm, scanning the sea of costumes and masks. My best friend had disappeared into the throng moments after we arrived, her laughter echoing above the din as she was swept away by her boyfriend and his bandmates. Typical. I sighed, taking a small sip from the drink I’d picked up earlier, more to have something to do with my hands than out of any real desire to drink.
Across the room, leaning casually against a bar draped in fake cobwebs, she stood out like a shadow against neon lights. The drummer. I recognized her from the few times I’d seen her with the band—a tall, lean figure with an air of quiet authority that didn’t need words to make itself known. Her shoulder-length hair framed a face dotted with freckles, and her narrow eyes tracked my movements with unnerving focus. She wore a simple costume, devil horns perched askew on her head, and a bright red umbrella by her side, but even in that playful touch, she exuded an edge that set her apart.
She didn’t approach me. She didn’t need to. Her presence was enough, a silent challenge that sent an unspoken message: I see you.
I pretended not to notice, though my cheeks burned under her gaze. She’s probably staring because I look ridiculous, I told myself, clutching my glass tighter as I moved further into the room, trying to find a quiet corner to hide in.
Before I could find refuge, the music shifted. The DJ’s voice crackled over the speakers, announcing something that sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd. “Surprise rain dance in the courtyard! Let’s make this Halloween unforgettable!”
A hidden wall rolled back to reveal an open-air courtyard, where a sudden downpour drenched the space in moments. The rain wasn’t natural; it was part of the party’s gimmick, a carefully orchestrated spectacle complete with strobe lights and fog machines. A cheer erupted from the crowd as people began spilling outside, eager to dance beneath the rain.
I tried to back away, but the press of bodies around me made it impossible. Before I knew it, I was being swept forward, carried by the momentum of the crowd until I was standing at the edge of the courtyard. The first drops of water hit me like tiny shocks, cool against my skin. And then, without warning, the heavens opened up, and I was caught in the full force of the rain.
The white shirt that had seemed so daring in the mirror now clung to me like a second skin, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. My sleek ponytail was reduced to a damp tangle, and rivulets of water streamed down my glasses, obscuring my vision. I could feel the cold seeping into my bones, but there was something strangely freeing about it, too—as if the rain had washed away the last vestiges of my carefully constructed facade.
A burst of laughter brought me back to reality. Turning, I found myself face to face with her. The drummer was standing just a few feet away, still dry beneath the large red umbrella. Her smirk was infuriatingly smug, her narrow eyes flicking over me with something that felt far too deliberate.
“Well, well,” she drawled, her voice carrying effortlessly over the sound of the rain. “Guess the office siren look wasn’t enough for you. Had to add the ‘soaked to perfection’ vibe, huh?”
I glared at her, crossing my arms over my chest in a futile attempt to preserve what little dignity I had left. “Not a word,” I snapped, though the effect was ruined by the way I was shivering.
Her grin widened, and she stepped forward, the rain finally hitting her as she extended the umbrella over both of us. “You’re freezing,” she observed, her tone softening slightly. “Come on. Let’s get you out of this mess.”
Before I could protest, she shrugged off her leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The scent of leather and faint citrus enveloped me, mingling with the warmth of the jacket itself.
“Hotel’s just around the corner,” she said, her voice low and steady. “You can dry off there. Unless you’d rather freeze in front of a crowd.”
Her smirk returned, and this time, it felt less like teasing and more like a challenge. My heart thudded in my chest, and for a moment, I considered refusing out of sheer stubbornness. But as another shiver wracked my body, I sighed in defeat.
“Fine,” I muttered, pulling the jacket tighter around me. “Lead the way, wannabe Crowley.”
Her laughter was soft but genuine as she turned, gesturing for me to follow. As we stepped out of the courtyard and into the quiet of the night, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of her gaze on me, steady and unyielding. Whatever this was, I knew it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
A/N: the next parts will be up soon!!
