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youre-ackermine · 9 months

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Hello Val and congratulations for 300 followers 🥳💕

Love your blog lovely Val!!! I know you're into levihan BUT for the event can I request some pikuhan NSFW? If you don't mind of course! 🙏

Modern Actor AU behind the scenes where they're both actresses would be great OR Journalist Pieck interviewing AOT Actress Hanji. Whatever your choice things heat up between them 😏 You can listen to Alyson Stoner's "Fool" and Baum's "Hot Water" for inspo 💕

Feel free to ignore this request if that makes you uncomfortable (it'd make me sad though but I understand if it's not your cup of tea😢)

TYSM 💕💕

Hey lovely anon ✨

I'm glad you like my blog!

Thank you so much for sending me this request. Writing a Pikuhan drabble was a challenge but I didn't want to make you sad so here it is! I hope you'll like it ✨

Thanks for my beta/proof reader Terra @dont-f-with-moogles for her help ❤️

Also tagging @smol-lydia 🫶

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English is not my usual language

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Behind the Scenes

Characters: Hange Zoe / Pieck Finger / Levi Ackerman / Armin Arlert

Pairing: Pikuhan / Levihan

Wordcount: 2100 approx.

Modern setting / Actor AU / Non-binary Hange / Fake dating / Secret relationship

Warnings: NSFW+18 - MDNI / Swearwords

Cheeks blushing hot, Armin was looking out the window on purpose as he tried to ignore the lewd sounds invading the limo. His knuckles turned white from how hard he held his glass and his leg wouldn't stop bouncing from nervousness.

"Tch… Go get a room for fuck's sake! You're embarrassing the kiddo!" Levi rolled his eyes.

The couple pulled away from each other for a second, briefly catching their breaths before diving into their passionate kiss again.

Levi emptied his own flute of expensive, delicious champagne, clicking his tongue appreciatively. Not even minding to hide the smirk on his face, he noticed how Pieck's eyelids slowly fluttered shut, her whole expression uttering bliss as Hange kissed her.

He couldn't blame her. He knew this feeling. He remembered it. He remembered how it felt to taste Hange's lips, he remembered how his skin shivered under their feathery touch. His smile grew wider at the pleasant memory but, before any of them could catch him staring, he decided to look away and focus on adjusting his cufflinks.

The make out session on display seemed never to end, adding embarrassment to the anxiety already building up in Armin's chest before the premiere, making him sweat in agony.

Levi patted Armin's shoulder with affection, drawing a faint smile from him. The young man turned to face him, slightly less flushed than a couple moments before, and straightened his back to regain composure.

"Oi, lovebirds! We'll be there in a few minutes. We can't afford to get out of the limo so fucking disheveled, do we? So get your shit together and wipe the spit out of your faces, you're literally glistening!" Levi blurted out after a brief glance at his watch.

The lovers reluctantly parted, already longing for each other. Pieck quickly pulled out a fancy compact mirror and some lipstick from her velvet purse to touch up her makeup.

Hange turned to Levi with a beaming grin unfortunately stained by the intense kiss. Levi leaned over to them, pulling out a clean handkerchief out of nowhere and rubbing the purple lipstick off their face and lips.

"Look at your sorry ass, idiot!" he uttered in a soft voice, kneeling in front of them, his hands now tangled in Hange's messy locks in an attempt to make them look less tousled.

Hange chuckled and he smiled fondly.

"What is it, Four-Eyes?"

"We owe you big time, Shorty," they said, tenderly brushing their palm on his cheek. "Sorry to put you in such an awkward position but we can't do otherwise for now, you know." Their eyes shone with endearment as they added "thank you so so much, you're so kind Levi!"

He averted his gaze, embarrassed as always when they showed him their deep, genuine affection. He took their hand in his, placed a quick peck on their wrist and exhaled deeply to get rid of the accumulating stress. The limo finally stopped and the car door clicked. Pieck blew a kiss to Hange who mouthed "I love you" in response.

"Let's do this!" Levi exclaimed as he stepped out on the red carpet, gently dragging Hange behind him. The flashes dazzled them but their faces wore a radiant smile as Levi pulled Hange into him by their waist, both looking left and right to allow the crowd to take proper pictures of their idols.

Holding hands, they glamorously reached and climbed the stairs, stopping at the top with Pieck and Armin to wave one last time. They finally entered the luxurious hotel.

The worst part was over.

The 'Paradis/Marley Alliance' actors shared a large round table almost deserted by now. Half the cast was on the dancefloor, twirling under the huge crystal chandeliers.

The meal had been delicious, taken in good company and they were actually sitting side by side. Pieck couldn't be happier than in this very moment as Hange discreetly held her hand in theirs under the table and their shoulders brushed ever so slightly. She didn't dare look at her lover's handsome face but she could breathe in their earthy scent, a scent that never failed to make her blush with desire.

All of a sudden, Hange's hand slipped out of her grasp as Levi helped them get up from their chair. The music was so loud they had to lean down to whisper in her ear.

"Levi and I are going to dance for a while. Showing off as usual, of course." They winked at her and left a light peck on her earlobe, raising goosebumps on her skin. "Meet me in fifteen minutes in the library down the hall, Gorgeous."

They clung to their so-called boyfriend's arm and left with a light chuckle. Pieck's gaze followed the couple on their way to the dancefloor. They looked so good together, dancing gracefully, almost sensually. No wonder everybody thought they were still dating.

She couldn't help letting out a gasp as she realized Hange had a type. Levi and Pieck didn't look so different physically but there was a huge difference though: he was their best friend and she was the love of their life.

Levi had been nothing but the most amazing friend, helping them hide their relationship. They were lucky enough that the brief romance between Hange and him never broke their strong friendship and made the whole fake dating performance believable. They couldn't afford to be uncovered, at least not while most of the new Attack on Titan's promotion revolved around the famous and glamorous 'LeviHan' couple as it had been for several years now.

Exhausted by a week of interviews and photoshoots, Pieck dozed off a bit as she let her thoughts wander for a while. Until the boisterous yet gorgeous laughter she could recognize anywhere snapped her out of her daydream.

She held her breath and her heart skipped a beat as soon as her eyes opened again and spotted Hange's slim figure, head thrown back as they chortled in Levi's arms probably at yet another poop joke of his.

The loud pounding in her chest echoed through her whole body when she took in the enchanting sight. Their black satin suit hugged Hange's thin curves perfectly, highlighting their endless legs, their elegant shoulders and their firm ass. Their jacket barely covered the sun-kissed skin showing off in the absence of a shirt.

Her face felt hot all of a sudden, and her hands started to sweat as she watched the way Levi pulled Hange flush against his chest, the way his hand lingered on the small of their back then slipped surreptitiously down to their ass. She wished she could do this herself, in front of everyone. She swallowed around the lump in her throat, nervously licking her lips and closed her eyes for a second. She resolved to head her way to the library to end the torture.

Silence was most welcome as she entered the cool room. The dim light of a few table lamps provided an intimate atmosphere to the library, something cozy also brought by the large leather sofas arranged in front of the fireplace. She let out a weary sigh and crossed a few steps to a bookshelf, looking for something to read while waiting. Her choice fell on a collection of love poems that she started to read right away, not even bothering to sit down.

She was so engrossed in her reading that neither did she hear the door slowly opening nor the light footsteps approaching behind her.

"I'm finally here, Gorgeous."

Pieck flinched when Hange's deep voice whispered in her ear as they wrapped their arms around her waist, pressing against her back, and kept her in a warm embrace. She closed her eyes and leaned back on their chest with a sigh.

"I missed you so much, Love," she whined, "I hate it when I must hide while Levi is caressing your ass in public… It's not fair! It's mine, not his!"

Her lips tentatively curled in a cute pout but she knew there was no point in complaining. Well, she just couldn't help it. It made her feel better.

Something else never failed to make Pieck feel better and it was as if Hange could read her mind. As they delicately brushed a strand of hair off her neck, she tilted her head for them to kiss the sensitive spot below her ear. Her soft skin shivered under the light touch of their lips.

"You're right, Gorgeous, I'm all yours," they replied in a low, sultry voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

Hange's hands wandered over her purple dress, slightly stroking her toned belly up to her chest as they kissed their way down her neck. Pieck managed to bite back a moan at how their warm breath and soft pecks felt deliciously tickling on her skin.

But seconds later she couldn't help but whimper when they sneaked a hand under the velvety fabric, cupping one of her breasts, grazing their thumb over the perky nipple. Pieck felt heat pooling down her belly and turned around, a light shade of pink flecking her cheeks.

Pressing her chest against Hange's, she opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around their neck to make them lean down. They gazed at each other, Pieck marveling at her lover's handsome features before her lips ghosted over theirs for a brief moment. She let her delicate fingers run through their brown hair as they tenderly stroked her back. Then, finally, their lips joined in a soft, gentle kiss.

Oh. It definitely felt like heaven. She relished in the slow motion of their mouth against hers, closing her eyes at the overwhelming sensation of warmth blooming in her chest, letting her whole body surrender to the intoxicating touch.

Her mind went dizzy when Hange licked along her lower lip and nibbled at it, eliciting a low moan from her. She parted her lips and their tongue gently slipped into the welcoming wetness of her mouth and their hot breaths mingled as they deepened the kiss. This was nothing but pure bliss.

They made out more passionately and Hange's hands traveled down her body, prickling goosebumps all over her skin, leaving her weak in the knees.

Without breaking the kiss, they both took a few slow steps to reach a couch until she bumped into its edge. Pieck lay down on the cushions and Hange drew back just enough to take in the stunning view beneath them.

"Perfect! You're so perfect!" they uttered in a breath, their pupils black with want still raking over her body.

Pieck blushed but held their gaze. She licked her lips, breath still uneven heaving her chest, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Hange hovered over her, covering her face with wet, soft pecks. They kissed along her jawline while they caressed her over the fabric down to her thighs, one hand finally sliding its way through the slit of her dress. Her eyelids flickered and she breathed heavily under the sensual contact, her heart pounding faster in anticipation.

Pieck yearned for more of their touch. Unable to bear the wait any longer, she weaved her hands behind their head to draw them closer and captured their mouth in a heated kiss, pressing her body tightly against theirs.

Pieck trembled as their palm brushed the soft, silky skin of her thigh, her loud moans vibrating into both their throats when their fingers finally rubbed the wet patch on her lace underwear.

A sudden knock at the door snapped them out of their blissful haze. They lingered in their dazed reverie for a few confused seconds before another knock, sharper this time, definitely broke the spell.

"Oi, Four-Eyes! The fuck are you doing? No time for your pussy-licking shit or whatever!" Levi's voice was muffled from the other side of the door.

"Always so romantic and sophisticated, Shorty!"

Hange let out a heavy sigh, frowning their brows in annoyance.

"Five more minutes, Levi darling! Please!" they yelled.

"Fucking hell, no! Some bastard noticed we're not dancing anymore and shit's going to happen soon if you don't drag your sorry ass in here, Hange! We're supposed to go upstairs in "our" room to fake shag, remember?"

"Shit! You're right, Shorty!" they ranted before getting up, tugging at their crumpled suit.

Pieck rolled her eyes and puffed with exasperation.

"Ok, Gorgeous! Meet you in your room in ten?" they asked.

Hange didn't even wait for her answer. They kissed her lips with a smile and joined Levi in the hallway.

Mood board: @youre-ackermine

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smol-lydia · 9 months

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Haaaaahhh!!!

New chapter out, I'm leaving my Pikuhan smut WIP to go read it ✨

Thanks for the update 🫶

[I chose that fic for the mood board you requested btw 🤫]

Pikuhan smut wip you say??? 👀👀👀

Also yay I’m excited!!! Thank you!!! 🥺

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akirascrybaby · 2 years

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the ghosts within

pairing: pieck finger/hange zoe (pikuhan)

tags: fantasy, gender neutral hange, ghosts, memory loss, mentions of death, mild violence, smut & more smut!

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36179584?view_adult=true

There they were, driving through the pouring rain, a thick fog blinding their sights, on their way to the next big thing in their lives. The car was flooded with their mutual feelings of happiness and excitement, they were close, so close, but before they knew it all they could see was a flash of light, bright enough to blind them and-

“Did I tell you that this whole place is haunted? Legend has it that it’s crawling with ghosts, vampires, werewolves and the whole shebang.”

“Shut up Porco.”

Pieck winced as she got out of the car, her legs limp from the lengthy journey and her arms heavy from the boxes she was carrying. She should have been happy, this move was a fresh start for her and Porco, and it was as if the universe was rewarding them both after putting them through a carousel of failures.

Pieck and her close friend Porco had gotten the opportunity to work in an university in a small town about 4 hours north where they had both lived. Despite it being such a huge opportunity, quite a few people had turned down the chance to work there, since the entire town was plagued with rumours of being haunted by every supernatural being one could think of.

Pieck and Porco were initially apprehensive about the move, Pieck because the idea of living in such a small place in nature seemed off putting, and Porco because he was genuinely terrified over the possibility of being possessed by a demon, but both of them needed the money and neither of them were in a position to turn down any job thrown their way.

The apartment wasn’t what either of them suspected. It was in a vacant part of the small town, which was saying something since the entire area felt like a ghost town. The building also seemed miniature, containing only 3 other apartments. Pieck was hesitant to go inside on her own, but Porco grabbed her by the arm, and in true paranoia fashion, he slowly walked into the apartment holding one piece of garlic and reading passages from a variety of religious scriptures.

A small part of the petite dark haired woman wanted to take her camera out and show all their friends just how paranoid “tough guy” Galliard was, but not wanting to argue with Porco on the the first day of moving in, she decided to hold back.

“Right, so I’ve checked everything, and I don’t see any ghouls or whatever.” Porco stated, almost looking proud for doing, absolutely nothing.

“Thank you ghostbuster, but have you given any thought as to what we’re going to eat?” Pieck replied dryly, trying so hard not to bring up the fact that she gave Porco one job and he screwed it up by bringing nothing but beer and garlic. “It’s not exactly like we can order in.”

Porco bashfully scratched the back of his head, before digging his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket and pulling out $20. “Do you reckon this will be enough for groceries?” He asked, waving the notes in Pieck’s face.

“I guess you’re going to have to find out.” Pieck dryly replied, waiting a moment for Porco to understand what she was insinuating, before reminding him to buy the essentials and nothing else as he slowly walked out of the building, still muttering things to ward off any supposed supernatural beings.

Pieck slowly strolled into the apartment, the wooden floorboards creaking below her while the lights kept flickering, clearly in need of a fix. She could have sworn she heard a faint voice in the background, but the rational side of her quickly dismissed it as nothing. “I’m probably getting caught up in Porco’s paranoia.” She thought to herself.

She walked into the only room with a functioning light, and placed her phone on the table before throwing herself on the crimson sofa, only to be instantly drowned in an array of dustclouds. Wincing in digust, she jumped back up with the intent of moving the sofa away to the corner, but as she slowly began to move the sofa away, she felt two hands on her hips, and she could have sworn she also felt wind in her ear, warm and breezy, almost like a whisper.

Pieck doubled back in fear, and rushed to grab to the broom in the corner to defend herself, and began slowly pacing around her apartment; dishevelled, waving a broom, and inspecting every single corner her eyes fell on.

“Is there someone here? Hello??” She yelled, waving the broom around in her petite hands, clearly biting off more than she could handle. Pieck briefly caught her own reflection in the mirror, and realising just how stupid she looked in that moment, she slowly lowered the broom, only to hold it back up again when she heard footsteps pacing.

She tiptoed towards the sounds of heavy feet, hoping to catch whatever intruder, or ghost, as the irrational voice in the back of her head put it, that was lurking around. In true horror flick style, the lights flickered on and off before blacking out for good. She heard a deep grunt in the darkness, and without thinking, hit the blur with full force.

“Who the fuck are you?” She screamed, ready to swing another shot, only to see a phone on the ground with the light reflecting on the face of the person she hit. Pieck looked around to see shopping items all over the floor, and in the centre of it all, a confused and angry Porco, looking up at her in shock.

“Are you insane?” He yelled, rubbing his shoulder, since Pieck was too small to actually reach his head. “Why the hell did you hit me for?”

Ironic how it took Porco being the voice of reason for Pieck to realise just how paranoid she was acting. She murmured a brief apology, before helping him put the groceries away, very clearly avoiding why she hit her best friend on the head with a broom.

Later that night, while Porco was passed out on the couch and the apartment was decked out with candles, a sleepy Pieck began to reflect back on the events the transpired that evening. The lights flickering on and off was very clearly due to the faulty electricity, the hands she felt on her waist must’ve been because of the way she jumped off the couch, the “wind” in her ear was obviously just wind, and the footsteps had to have been Porco coming back home.

And that weird shadowy figure with an eyepatch she can see out of the corner of her eye had to be something cooked up by her sleep deprived mind, while the faint calling of her name as she lulled into a deep sleep was just her imagination, of course.

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It seemed pretty typical that Porco and Pieck would be late for their first day of work. The stress of moving in and starting a new job was beginning to get to them. They wouldn’t be paid until a month later, and they barely had any money to their name. Luckily for them, their landlord, a bizarre man named Zeke, genuinely did not seem to care at all, and was pretty content with the pair of them “paying whenever”. If anything, he was certain they wouldn’t even last till the next month.

Pieck had gotten a role as a TA for a Literature professor named Erwin Smith. He was a no-nonsense man, but despite his serious demeanour, he seemed genuinely lovely and the pair quickly grew a rapport. Porco wasn’t so lucky, he ended up as a TA for a Chemistry professor named Levi, who was, by all accounts, absolutely terrifying.

The first week went by fairly smoothly, and the pair found themselves settling in just fine. Aside from a few stress induced breakdowns from Porco due to “working for the scariest man alive”, the overall experience seemed great.

One evening after work, Pieck made her way to the local store, with the intention of buying extra milk, since Porco had amped up his coffee intake since working for Levi. She made her way to the checkout, and it wasn’t until she heard a familiar voice speaking that she looked up to see that the cashier was none other than-

“Zeke?” She asked, genuinely shocked as to why her landlord was also manning the till.

“Ah, yes, if it isn’t Pik?”

“Pieck.” She quickly corrected him. “I didn’t know you worked here?” She added, bagging her groceries while ignoring the vibrating sound of her phone, which was undoubtedly a phone call from Porco, crying.

“It’s a small town.” He shrugged, locking up the till and putting on his coat, “would you like me to drop you off home? I’m done with my shift.”

Walking home with your landlord was awkward enough, but even more-so when your landlord was Zeke. He kept rambling on about everything and anything, ranging from his so called sightings of werewolves to his conspiracy about seeing a UFO with his own eyes, and how the government hid that from everyone.

“You know.” He began, leading to a not so subtle eyeroll from Pieck, “it’s a wonder you and your boyfriend moved into that empty apartment, everyone I’ve ever seen either run away terrified or are too fucking spooked out by the story about it.”

“What story?” Pieck asked, for once genuinely interested in what Zeke had to say.

The large blond man gave her a coy smile before fixing his glasses, which Porco has said reminded him of a 70s serial killer, and looked around, almost as if he was worried about being overheard.

“Around 200 years ago, this writer named Hange Zoë had moved into the town. Back then it was fairly small and the people weren’t exactly firm believers of literature, science, or common sense. They found her horror stories to be satanic, so they suspected Hangë of being a witch, and burnt them alive with their books.” Zeke took a deep breath, almost as if he was afraid, before continuing.

“Rumors say they turnt into a ghost and began haunting everyone in the town, as well as that specific apartment.” Zeke paused in front of a surprised Pieck, before pointing to their apartment window.

“Is this true?” Pieck mumbled, finding herself caught up, and somewhat upset, in the entire story. Zeke simply shrugged, before bidding her goodbye, saying he was late for his shift at the laundromat.

Pieck tentatively walked back to her apartment, slowly looking around, with Zeke’s words replaying in her head. She tried to shake off the possibility of there being a supernatural being in her home, vampires, werewolves and witches don’t exist. She thought. Neither do fucking ghosts. She felt bad for Hange, but surely they weren’t a ghost.

“Oi, Pieck.” Porco called, walking into the living room from the shower, his hair still drenched. “Where have you been? I brought you some pizza.”

“Pizza? How did you manage to afford that?” Pieck questioned, “we’re on a budget.”

“Zeke gave me a discount.” He shrugged, grabbing a pizza and shoving it into his mouth. “He’s fucking weird, but decent.”

“Zeke works there as well?”

“Yeah I also saw him at the bike store downtown. Small town huh?” He replied, his mouth full of food. “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

Pieck’s mind just couldn’t focus on the movie at all. She couldn’t tell if it was because it was a favorite of Porco’s and not to her taste, or if it was because her mind kept wondering to Zeke’s story, about the young writer being threatened by an entire town, before fucking disappearing.

She took out her phone and shot a look at Porco, who was too busy laughing at Jack’s death in Titanic as a way to hide his tears, and quickly typed in the name “Hange Zoë” in the search bar, curious to see what would come up.

The first few searches were links to their horror short stories, a few pamphlets and a critical essay they wrote. Interesting, Pieck noted, but what really caught her eye was one link titled “Hange Zoë: sightings of the Vampire?”

Vampire? She thought. How bizarre. She clicked on the link and read through multiple testimonies of people swearing they swore her, with stories ranging from “I saw them disguised as an old man” to “Hange bit me!”. Surprisingly, there was no picture of Hange attached to any of the links she could find, and for all she knew, the entire thing could just be a legend gone wrong. It had to be, she thought.

She kept scrolling through her phone, before freezing as she felt the sensation of a cold, breezy air above her right ear. She quickly turned around, only to see an open window behind her.

Pieck felt like she really was losing her mind.

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Having a day off as an university TA was rare. If she wasn’t working, she had to help plan lessons, mark work or help Professor Smith with a variety of tasks. It felt nice to finally have the day off to herself however, and she decided to spend the day at the library.

She initially wanted to spend the day at home, but Porco had invited a girl he had met from the university up to the apartment, and the last thing she wanted to do was idly sit there while Porco and his new girlfriend were moaning to the heavens.

The town’s library was small, almost a fraction of the size of the one back home, and the books mostly centered around a fantasy theme, which made sense considering how all tourists come in hoping to catch their own bigfoot.

Pieck made her way to the front desk, only to double back in shock after seeing who the librarian was.

“Excuse me, where is the horror section- Zeke?”

“Oh hi Pieck! How are you?” He smiled, seemingly unaware of why she was so shocked.

“You work in the library as well?” She asked, genuinely trying to figure out if there were multiple versions of this man.

“Small town.” He shrugged. “Horror section is back there.” He pointed, still nonchalant as to why Pieck was so confused.

Making a mental note to investigate Zeke later, Pieck made her way to the horror section and began scanning for any works by Hangë Zoe. She failed to find any, but did come across a book entitled “A collection of spooky short stories!” which did contain some of their works. Pieck quickly began scanning through the book, desperate to read Hange’s work.

“That’s a good book.” A voice muttered, leading Pieck to look up and lay her eyes on the most beautiful person she’d ever seen.

They were tall, then again everyone was tall to Pieck, slightly tanned, had brown hair, of which some partly covered their left eye, wore glasses, and was dressed in a brownish suit, all the while wearing a super enthusiastic smile on their face.

“I guess so, I haven’t read it.” Pieck replied, looking down in an attempt to hid her fierce blush. “I’m not the biggest horror fan, I’ve never understood why people write or read it. I’ve always preferred romance.”

“When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” The stranger replied, pulling up a chair and leaning in towards Pieck. “Dawn of the dead, that’s one hell of a book. Some people just like to get in touch with their dark side. Not all of us believe in love.”

“Through literature?” Pieck replied, feeling herself burn and blush from the physical contact.

“Nothing wrong with exploring one’s dark side and sexuality through words. I do it all the time.” The stranger laughed back, fixing their glasses, before leaning in to Pieck. “You’ve never done the same?”

“You’re a writer?” Pieck asked, turning around so her and the stranger’s lips were practically hovering over one another. “I work in literature, and I aspire to be one.”

“Maybe I could help you.” The stranger replied, as their fingers, which were stone cold, began slowly rubbing Pieck’s lips. She could feel her body light with fire from the soft touch. She noted the variety of rings of the stranger’s hands, it looked old, antique and practically stuck of wealth.

Pieck never got a chance to reply back, since the pair were interrupted by the sound of someone rushing towards them.

“Angeh!” A voice called out. Pieck turned around to see Zeke walking towards them, already dressed for his whatever role he had next. He froze when he saw Pieck, and for a brief second, Pieck saw a flash of emotion gloss over his eye. Was it fear? Shock? Anger? She couldn’t tell.

“Ah, Pieck.” He smiled, clearly aware of something she wasn’t. “I see you’ve met my friend Angeh.”

“Angeh?” Pieck questioned, turning around to face them. “That’s a strange name.”

“It’s an old rare family name darling.” They replied, winking at her. “Say, I’d love to meet you again sometime.”

“I’ll give you her number, anyways Angeh, we should probably go now. Let me check that book out for you Pieck.” Zeke remarked, dragging Angeh and quickly checking the book out for her. Something was being hidden, but Pieck couldn’t tell what.

Zeke handed the book over to Pieck, and bid her goodbye. Angeh shot her a wink and the pair began talking, or rather arguing, quietly, as soon as Pieck was out of earshot.

Pieck made her way out with her book, and briefly looked at herself in the large mirror, noticing how tired she looked. Surprisingly, she couldn’t see Zeke or Angeh in the background, so she had assumed they left.

She didn’t understand why she could still hear them talking behind her, however.

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Angeh and Pieck had developed an.... interesting relationship to say the least. Angeh began teaching Pieck about how to write horror stories, while Pieck taught them the beauty of romance literature. They were polar opposites, yet seemed to work so well. While Angeh was hot, Pieck was cold. While Angeh was witty, Pieck was dry. While Angeh loved the dark side, Pieck saw colour.

For the next month, the pair developed a tentative friendship, spending as much time together, and even going on a few dates. To no-one’s surprise, they slowly began a romantic relationship, with the word relationship being used loosely.

Pieck noticed how Angeh hated daylight, rarely touched her and despite being official lovers, they never had any physical contact. Pieck usually pinned it on Angeh being eccentric and reserved, but it did get to Pieck, and began feeling like there was something wrong with her. Usually, Pieck would be the one her friends would go to for advice, and on the rare occasion she wanted to speak to someone, she’d usually go to Annie, Marcel or Jean, but she couldn’t get in touch with all 3, which meant that she was forced to seek romantic advice from the worst possible source available.

“Porco?”

“‘Sup?” He replied, putting his book down and giving her an inquisitive look. “Is everything alright?”

“I just wanted to ask you something, related to Angeh.” She whispered, clearly embarrassed about asking something so private to a man who barely understood emotions. “I don’t think they’re into me.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Porco began, ruffling Pieck’s hair. “They’re fucking weird but they most definitely have a thing for you. They’re always staring at you like you owe them money, it’s creeps the hell out of me.”

“Yeah but, they don’t want to touch me at all.” Pieck muttered back, turning away as to not see Porco’s concerned, and confused, look. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me?”

Pieck expected a dry remark from Porco, maybe a dark chuckle, or maybe just a stupid point to come out of his mouth. What she wasn’t expecting, however, was for Porco to look at her solemnly, and to lean forward to her, placing his hand above hers and looking her deep in the eye. Strange, Pieck thought. Why was Porco’s hand so fucking cold?

“You’ve gotta make peace with things. Go talk to them.” He muttered, before turning his attention back to his book.

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Pieck walked towards the small library where Angeh and her usually had their dates. For the first time since she moved here, it was raining, raining so hard that Pieck genuinely couldn’t see anything before her. She didn’t know why, but she always hated the rain. It just made her nauseous.

She walked into the library and deep inside the quiet and empty building, was Angeh, reading their horror stories with a rather enthusiastic expression on their face. Upon noticing Pieck, they put the book down and walked over to her, brushing the wet hair out of her face. “Is everything alright?” They asked, noticing Pieck’s forlorn expression.

“Yeah, I just-“ She began, wondering if she was being a tad dramatic, “I just wanted to know if everything was alright between us. Sometimes I feel like you’re not really into me, you know?”

“Oh darling.” They whispered, “I wish you’d come to me before.”

Angeh began to pepper Pieck’s face with butterfly kisses, while their ice cold hands roamed around her body, tentatively removing any article of clothing they could find, until Pieck was left in her laced black panties. “No bra?” Angeh laughed, their lips now attaching themselves to Pieck’s neck, leading her to arch her back.

“I find it so restrictive.” Pieck muttered, her petite hands tangling themselves in Angeh’s hair. She screamed a little when Angeh bit down on Pieck’s neck, leading to a small trickle of blood to fall out, which Angeh quickly licked.

Angeh never replied back to Pieck’s response, instead continuing to explore every inch of Pieck’s skin with their mouth. The sensation made Pieck’s skin burn with desire, every time she felt Angeh’s ice cold lips or fingers touch her she swore she could see an array of stars, and hearing Angeh softly whisper her name felt like she was being called by the heavens themselves.

Angeh’s mouth hovered over Pieck’s firm breasts, and they briefly raised their head to meet Pieck’s dazed eyes, which were swimming in delight and love. Angeh shot Pieck a wink before latching her lips over Pieck’s breast, sucking like a man starved on an island, their tongue flickering over her nipple in an erotic dance. “Angeh-“

“Quiet, I didn’t allow you to speak now, did I?” Angeh ordered, slapping Pieck’s thigh as a punishment.

Pieck instantly shut her mouth, only mumbling a “I’m sorry sir, ma’am, fuck.”

“Good girl.” Angeh cooed, placing their hands on each of Pieck’s legs and slowly opening them. Pieck noticed that Angeh’s hands suddenly felt warm, a stark contrast to their usual icy touch, but as a result of her pleasure infused brain, she put it down to it being cause of their increased physical contact.

Angeh slowly removed Pieck’s panties, and began placing open mouthed kisses on the inside of her thighs, while their fingers continued to rub on both of Pieck’s nipples. Angeh gave a dark chuckle on noticing just how wet Pieck was, and gave her clit a firm slap, leading to a rather large moan from the petite dark haired beauty.

“How pathetic.” Angeh began, their fingers now rubbing over Pieck’s entrance. “I’ve barely done anything and here you are, absolutely dripping for me like a little whore?” Angeh continued their taunt by slowly placing a finger inside Pieck, followed by another one, leading to Pieck let out a muffled groan, which was quickly silenced by Angeh’s other hand slipping into her mouth.

Angeh’s fingers began moving at a rapid speed, grazing above that oh so sweet spot inside her, and just when she felt like she was on the verge of exploding in pure pleasure, Angeh removed their hand and quickly placed it with their own mouth.

Pieck was gliding through heaven, she was certain of it.

Angeh’s mouth lapped over Pieck’s now swollen clit, spitting on messily on her cunt while shoving their face inbetween Pieck’s legs, all the while swallowing all her juices like they have never eaten anything in over 200 years. Their tongue was buried deep inside of her, and Pieck could have sworn she could see the actual entire universe in front of her, and she felt herself on the edge, so ready to explode in complete pleasure as she completely fell apart.

“Say my name.” Angeh ordered, their mouth still lapping hungrily over Pieck’s sore cunt.

“Angeh-“

“Hange.” They corrected her. “Call me Hange.”

So caught up in her own pleasure, Pieck didn’t realise she was lying there on a table in the middle of a public library, moaning out the name of a long dead writer, as she came undone all over Hange who rose their head from Pieck’s legs, completely covered in her juices.

It took Pieck a while to put two and two together, and as she slowly came down from her high, she realized that not only was Hange’s hands on fire, but Angeh’s name wasn’t even Angeh in the first place.

“Wait, fuck.” Pieck jumped up, throwing herself off Hange and covering herself up. “Why the hell did I call you Hange?”

“My love, surely you’re not that stupid. You knew all along who I was, right?” Hange smiled, placing their hand over hers. “You need to make peace with your ghost within and remember.”

Like a reel from an old 80s VHS video, Pieck began to vividly see everything. Her and Porco receiving their job offers, her and Porco driving to the small town, pouring rain, a flash of bright light, pain, oh God the pain.

Pieck began screaming, her body remembering the entire incident, God, why was there blood dripping down her face?

“It’s okay.” Hange whispered, “keep remembering, you’re so close.”

Her and Porco were drenched in blood, her family and the Galliards were torn, heartbroken over the loss, their souls, still intact, continued their journey to this town, and Zeke, Zeke? She remembered, wasn’t he Eren’s older brother? The one who died in that house fire? Wasn’t Porco’s brief girlfriend accidentally shot years ago? Her mind burnt with old memories coming back.

Erwin and Levi, the lovers who drowned over a decade ago, and Hange, who had been following Pieck this entire time. The first night, Hange was there, they hugged, they spoke, they laughed. Why did Pieck forget this?

“Hange,” Pieck began, the pain slowly leaving her body as the blood began to evaporate, “I’m beginning to remember.”

Hange held her closer, their hands stroking her hair as Pieck’s memory began coming back all at once.

Porco, she thought. He found out the truth. Did Zeke tell him? Hange? Levi? She wondered, her mind now racing as she felt her skin become ice cold to the touch.

And Hange, Hange told them who they were at the library at day. Pieck was shocked, but Hange told her the truth, that they were a horror writer who was murdered over 200 years ago. Why did Pieck block that out? Why did her mind resort to calling them Angeh?

“Pieck,” Hange mumbled, placing their hands on Pieck’s face. “You’ve done it, you’ve remembered. You’re one of us.”

“What will happen to me now?” Pieck asked, suddenly feeling a sense of intense dread.

“Nothing. You’re just stuck here with the rest of us undead, doomed to wonder around here in this town until the end of time. I’ve been going on for over 200 years.” Hange laughed, placing a small kiss on Pieck’s head.

Pieck, realizing where she was, and who she was, began to slowly relax, sinking her face into Hange’s shoulder, gently crying, lamenting the loss of her life. It was over, she thought.

“It’s just us now, Pieck, for the rest of eternity.” Hange whispered, wiping the tears off Pieck’s face.

“Just us and our ghosts within.”

#pieck finger #snk fanfiction #hange zoe #pikuhan #aot smut #snk smut #aot fanfiction #Pieck

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misqato · 3 years

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observations || pieck finger x hange zoe

Summary: While performing observations on Titan shifter, Pieck, Hange finds themselves in a slightly heated situation.

Genre: fluff, semi-nsfw (nothing sexual, just a short make-out scene)

Tags: fluff, very very slight smut, make-out session, lab experiments, implied smut(?), pikuhan <3

Word Count: 302 words

A/N: Hello! I’ll probably write more PikuHan content because I couldn’t find that much fics and I need more about them >:((. Feel free to send in requests! So, until next time, Claire <3.

It was another typical day at the lab.

Pieck had told Hange the other day that Titan shifters have different lips than those of regular humans. Hange, being the curious scientist that they are, wanted to collect some data about that.

“I don’t really see that much of a difference...”, Hange says.

Pieck was sitting on one of the stools in the lab. Hange was observing Pieck’s lips while writing down data.

“Maybe you should try and get a closer look.”, Pieck replies.

“Hmm yeah, you’re right.”

Hange went up close to Pieck’s face to do so. Leaving them in quite a heated position.

Hange’s face was only inches away from Pieck’s. The distance between them was close. Dangerously close.

If Pieck was being honest, she did plan this to happen. Being the smart and sly woman she is, she used this as a way to “make her move”. She admired Hange, and she took this opportunity as a way to let them know how she felt.

With Hange’s face inching closer towards Pieck’s, she took the opportunity to grab the scientist by the tie and pull them in for a very heated kiss. This took Hange by surprise but then they slowly melted into the kiss.

It was slow and soft. Pieck bit Hange’s lip which made Hange moan, giving Pieck the opportunity to slide her tongue in their mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance, but then Pieck won and took the lead. Their tongues were dancing in sync with each other.

It wasn’t long until they broke off the kiss to catch their breaths. Hange lets out a short laugh, making Pieck smile a bit.

“You really got me there, huh.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Well if you’d like, we can do some more experiments~”

Pieck smirks and says, “You’re on.”

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ryuichirou · 3 years

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Hello Ryu!!

Do you have any smut headcanons about the girls? (like, their favorite position or kinks or something like that)

I really love how you draw the girls btw!!

Hi Anon!! Thank you very much for enjoying my girls <3 I love drawing them a lot, and all the stuff that we post with them is very special to me. I also draw smut with them from time to time, but we never post it.

Here are some headcanons… 👀

Historia is far less innocent than she seems. Ymir was very cautious about her desires and held back a lot at first, but once they started having sex, it’s like a whole new side of Historia opened up to her. Of course, Historia is still shy and not experienced at all, but she adores Ymir and it really shows. They have long make-out sessions and cuddle a lot, and these moments are often sweet, but when it comes to sex itself, they can get very dirty and loud. Historia is very honest with her reactions and Ymir loves it.

Ymir lets Historia bite her shoulder or hand a lot of times, because it’s very difficult for her to stay quiet otherwise. Of course, Ymir loves it too. She also teases Historia about the bite marks a lot.

Not a surprise to anyone, but Pieck likes to either be on all fours or to lie on her stomach. She’s also fully aware of how provoking this position might look; so if she’s presenting her butt to Hange, Yelena or any gal she tries to flirt with, it’s pretty much intentional. Only with gals though.

Pieck is also a pillow princess who likes to be taken care of by women significantly taller than her. But of course you can boss her around too if she’s in the right mood, i.e. if you manage to make her too horny. If you’re Yelena, she might even let you grab her hair for a couple of seconds.

When it comes to Pikuhan, Pieck kind of created a monster when she gave Hange a chance. At first she thought that Hange didn’t really know what to do and gave her a couple of hints, but Hange instantly went “you mean like this?” and decided that this means that Pieck just gave her full freedom to do whatever she wants with her. Pieck got shook by Hange’s intenseness, but ultimately enjoyed it a lot.

Annie hides her face when she has sex. With Hitch – because Hitch teases her too much and always smiles at her slyly; with Mikasa – because Mikasa stares at her without blinking and it’s either too creepy or too hot depending on Annie’s mood.

Hitch knows Annie’s body very well, she discovered her most soft and tender spots very quickly. She thinks that it’s cute that Annie, while seeming all distant and stuff, could be soft and red and embarrassed and surprisingly easy to please if you know how to handle her.

Annie is usually very quiet and heavy breathing is the most you can get from her, but Hitch is working on it.

Annie enjoys a certain amount of roughness, so she’s drawn to Mikasa who could be very raw and animalistic if provoked properly. But it’s usually too much work to provoke Mikasa…

Ymir, Hange and Hitch are the biggest boob grabbers out of everyone. Well, Annie might count too, but she grabs Hitch when she’s too overwhelmed, so it’s not entirely out of desire to squeeze something soft. She does think Hitch’s breasts are nice to touch though. Not like she’s going to tell her this or anything…

Ymir and Hange are similar in a sense that they ask their girlfriends to send them photos sometimes. In a different manner though: Ymir is more teasy and demanding, Hange is more of a 🙏🙏🙏🙏🥺type of person. Ymir always gets what she wants from Historia, but Pieck doesn’t like taking photos of herself so… :(

#replies #headcanons #yumihisu #pikuhan #mikannie #hitchannie #pikulena

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noocturnart · 3 years

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Pikulena smut headcanons

Because I'm bored, also this shit kinky and explicit af, +18 only, most is BDSM stuff idk

Mentions of pikuhan because I was gonna add it but it got long, seriously I can go on forever, I think it's fun

Honestly are these headcanons or just prompts??

Pieck

100% switch

Toping Yelena: careful not to break the moment because they're rare, pretty vanilla, only gets rough to show her how much she wants her. Very vocal, pet names, praises, knows exactly how to read her.

Toping Hange: teases them until they are begging and crying, won't let them touch her until then. Edging. Lot's of pegging and bondage.

Bottoming for Yelena: bratty, gives as good as she gets. Doesn't shut up. She's not a masochist and not into being degraded, but will generally go along with it because she loves to see how worked up Yelena gets.

Bottoming for Hange: good girl™, lets them do everything they want. They definitely roleplay and calls them commander. Much more obedient than with Yelena.

Will try everything once

Boobs woman, obsessed with Yelena's small breasts. Trying to convince her to get matching nipple piercings.

Into anal (recieving and giving)

Favourite positions: doggy and reverse cowgirl

Into pet play (sexual and non sexual)

No refractory period, mf can just keep going forever (this is canon Iyasama told me)

Will jokingly flirt with men to make Yelena/Hange jealous (she's a lesbian, and Yelena/Hange know but they can't help it anyways)

Better at bondage than Yelena but rarely gets to use those skills on her, Hange gives her more leverage.

Yelena

Into degradation, dirty talk, public sex. Feels like she has tried everything, but doesn't care that much for it.

Loves leaving marks, scrapping her teeth against skin, just dominating Pieck completely. Primal hunter - prey kinda thing

However doesn't like to be bitten, scratches and hickeys are fine tho.

Adores to manhandle Pieck like it's nothing, bending her over stuff, holding her against the wall etc.. threatening with her size in general, knowing that Pieck is not intimidated in the slightest.

Loves fingering, she could go at it for hours, literally.

Prefers to use her hands but they have toys, and boy they use them.

Strap master.

Favourite position: missionary, receiving oral with Pieck kneeling.

Ass woman, worships Pieck's ass, can't take her hands off it. Loves leaving marks where Pieck can't see them.

She's pretty quiet when recieving, but likes to rile Pieck up by moaning into her ear.

Takes her a long, long time to finish, if she even does. It's really about her mental state/excitement and less about the sex itself (idk how to explain this)

For one night stands she used to leave right after, but with Pieck she's clingy af.

Always asks if Pieck is okay, they always discuss their scenes the day after, when they've cooled down to make sure they're really alright.

Alright that's enough!! I don't even know what to say so just let me know if you agree or what are your personal headcanons about them!

I would love to read them 💕🤲

#attack on titan headcanons #pikulena #yelena brainrot #pikulena smut

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noocturnart · 3 years

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Oh don’t be afraid to drop some Pikuhan smut headcanons, us Pikuhan shippers are very content starved 🙏

You're very right, and honestly I've been wanting to draw pikuhan a lot lately but it eludes me somehow.

Anyways since I mastered the "read more" thingy I'll just share some more...

I see them both very dominant, however where Pieck bottoms for Yelena, she definitely tops for Hange.

She loves to have control of the situation. Riding is her favourite position with them, specially in reverse, tying their hands to the headboard so they can't touch her.

She definitely teases them indefinitely, it's almost cruel, Hange is a very attentive lover. They like to touch everywhere and please their partner, learn what makes them tick and give them everything they can to make them have a great time. So being denied of that is definitely hard for them. But very hot at the same time, and seeing how much Pieck loves it drives them wild.

More headcanons

They definitely spent a whole day seeing how many times Pieck could come, as in an experiment. (Spoilers, they lost count)

Pieck's pet names for Hange includes "puppy" and "commander" Hange's ones for Pieck are "precious", "good girl" and other more strange ones that make less sense

Hange enjoys taking care of their partner so when Pieck bottoms she completely indulges them. They can get bossy but mostly it's just praise and compliments

Hange's favourite position is missionary with Pieck's knees near her head or on their shoulders. They have all the control and can study all of Pieck's lewd reactions up close and kiss at the same time.

Hange's quite vocal, but mostly groans and moans with their mouth closed, biting and kissing softly to keep quiet.

Pieck's very vocal as well, but could be completely silent if she wanted. She chooses not to cover her sounds if she can, because she knows how her voice affects Hange.

They both like to be aggressive/passionate, but on their soft days they are the definition of "love making". So slow and personal it looks taken straight out of a movie.

Hange is an ass person, can't keep their hands away from Pieck's ass. She knows, and she teases them by bending over stuff etc.

Hange gives very good massages

Pieck's boob woman 100%, however Hange doesn't like bringing attention to their breasts most of the time. But will allow some groping over clothes, which is more than enough for Pieck.

Hange likes to leave just the one hickey on the neck, just out of sight. They relish on knowing exactly where it is under the clothes.

Pieck enjoys leaving hickeys on the inside of their thighs the most.

Hange definitely has a breeding kink, Pieck's not sure if she does too or if Hange's reactions are just that good.

Anyways I'll stop here.

I would love to hear about y'all headcanons too 💕

#ask #pikuhan #pikuhan headcanons

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misqato · 2 years

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