MysteryWolfGirl101

“Alright, let's try to have a nice, clean, game of truth or dare this time guys” Armin speaks out between us. You look at Jean and he gives you a smirk in return. “Oh I've got something, nice and clean (y/n) would like to get her hands on” Jean speaks out, not leaving your sight. You stare at him with no emotion. “The fuck, JEAN?!” you finally yell out. “OH trust me (y/n), this game is going to be UNFORGETTABLE, cause I've got something perfect in store for you” You freeze in shock for a second. Shit... Jean is known for making up dares that usually end in me getting stuck with horrible chor

"And this is his favorite teacup," said Eren, the head Butler that was in charge of you. "He doesn't let anyone touch it and he cleans it himself. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," you said as you gazed at the teacup. It was made out of the finest china, even you could tell, and the details on it mesmerized you. "You can call me Eren," he said, when you looked up, you could see him blushing a bit. "Oh, um. Okay, Eren." You had recently been transferred to this manor from the house of your previous employer,  Mrs. Hanji Zoe. She was "friends" with the master of this house and when he said that he needed a new maid, you were sent right over.

(A/N): BEFORE YOU READ, READ THIS. ID DID NOT STEAL THIS IDEA FROM ~Absolute-Emperor (https://www.deviantart.com/absolute-emperor) BECAUSE WE BOTH THOUGHT OF THIS STORY. SO IF YOU WERE WONDERING WHY THIS IS SO SIMILAR TO HER RECENT STORY UPLOAD, IT'S BECAUSE WE BOTH THOUGHT OF THIS IDEA. BUT WE OBVIOUSLY HAVE DIFFERENT STORYLINES. OKAY. CONTINUE. "Dammit! I'm late again!" You swore as you ran towards your first class of the day. Maths. Apparently, you had a new teacher. But you were late to class... Again. You weren't so good at maths and you sure didn't like it so much either. As you entered your cursed maths classroom, you were 5 minutes late. But you did miss home room with (teach

“Hurry up you damn brats! Run fucking faster!” Levi barked angrily as he watched the recruits run a little faster at his threats and yelling. It was training like any other morning, but they had a different instructor then their usual instructor. Their usual was ____ ____, a near close second to Levi of being humanities strongest. Many of the males in the Servay corps could agree that she was easy on the eyes, with her (E/C) eyes which would shine in the sun , her strong will and kindness, her (H/l) (H/C) hair which would shine when she walked and when she used the 3DMG. Levi didn’t want to take these shitty brats this mor

[modern au] "Miss! Miss!" one of your students shouted from where they were seated. You walked to them and crouched a little to their level. "Yes sweetie?" You smiled, your ears focusing on what they were about to say. But they pointed to the door and blatantly said, "Tiny man!" You tilted your head in confusion and turned to the door. Levi glared at the 5 year old with such hate. You snorted, startling quite a few of your students. "Miss! Is it your tiny husband?" another one asked. All of them started giggling and laughing. Levi stood there utterly offended by your students. "Alright, alright let's all calm down. I called him here for a

    "You really are a piece of work."    Levi glared at Hanji, wincing as he moved to sit up on the cot. Blood caked his shoulder and back, a large gash covering his flesh. A small cut across his forehead still bled, staining his face. His clothes were a torn mess, revealing strong but bruised muscles. The room he sat in was warm, the sun beaming through the window and a cool breeze ruffling the curtains. The cleanliness of the room somewhat surprised him, since this area was not under his command.    "Sit down! You're not supposed to move!" Hanji waved her hands wildly, not daring to touch him. "Erwin went to get one of the best healers.

    God… Being a teacher was a really shitty job… Why you chose it as your profession was a complete mystery to you; with your short temper and disorganization, it was definitely the WORST possible option.  Although the job was demanding and paid shit, you couldn't say you completely hated it; teaching was always fun for you and plus, you got to boss around a bunch of high school kids.  Smiling to yourself, you leaned back in your chair.  (The one that was more comfortable than your bed)    “[Name]…” The voice of one of your students brought you back to reality.  “I’m done with my test…”

❄❄❄ warning for language The ground piled high with snow as a young 12 year old girl named (name) made her way to her study table, with a cup of hot cocoa in hand. Finally as she sits down at her desk and taking a sip of her hot chocolate, she takes out a piece of paper and begins to write as such. "Dear Santa,     You are a punk ass bitch, you did not give me my Yu-gi-oh trading card called the "Blue Eyes White Dragon." I hope you have security with you cause your elves will be  obliterated from the face of the earth."                       &

[Levi x Stripper! Reader] Midnight [AU!] [#TW: Sexual Topics, Very Very Vulgar] --- Begin! --- Was there anyone in the world who wanted to be around a stripper more then horny men from the ages 22-39? No. No one loved a stripper, no one loved a whore, no one loved a call girl. All you've ever done is dance on a pole, dance on a guy, dance on your broken dreams. You always felt amazing around those friends you didn't have. You felt normal at those parties you never were invited to. You had no friends, no family, no money -- no real money. The last time you were at a real party was when you were 19.. Now you're 21. You went to college.. For