#snk drabble

[chrollohearttags]

okay, we know musician!eren is a freaky lil’ frog. That he loves doing all the things to please his lady and sometimes, he can’t control himself. But he definitely underestimates the lengths that (y/n) will go to just to see him satisfied. He loves to think he’s corrupting you or teaching you all the nasty shit that transpires in the bedroom. He always takes it to the next level…but one night? You send him into shock like he’s never seen when you take the reigns.

walking into the bedroom in nothing more than a robe, not saying a word..not a single thing underneath as you push him down on the bed and tell him to lay back. “Let me ride that fucking face.” He’s not used to you taking control and being so domineering but once he gets a taste of you dominating him, he wants nothing else. Especially when you cloud his view with nothing but your thick thighs, wrapping them around his head as you straddle from the bridge of his nose to his pouty little lips….smacking your own ass as he carefully devours your cunt. “Put your tongue in it, baby. Right there…” encouraging him as he grunts underneath, loving every second. Whether he can breathe or not is not none of your concern. But you can sense just how much he loves it when you turn around after twerking on his upper half to see his cock standing at attention. With his pretty features coated in your slick, it’s your turn to return the favor. Doing so by gliding your tongue down his chest and abs, something he’s done to you many of times. But not before kissing at his nipples and making this supposed alpha male twitch and shudder like a little bitch. “F-fuck..that’s—“ “feels good, doesn’t it?” Questioning with quite the devious glare on your face. Knowing that he’s about to really lose his mind when you move your mouth to the tip of his dick; making suctioning motions on it which always gets him to shuddering.

he’s so sensitive, it’s an absolute shame…poor thing’s clutching the bed by the time you really get into it. Eating his dick up as if you’ve been starved for it. Let saliva ooze and seep all down the sides as you take it to the back of your throat with no regard for your own breathing. “Princess..s-shit! You gotta slow down…oh my god.” “I’ll stop when I’m ready. This my dick.” You care even less when he busts a nut in the back of your throat and you just keep sucking without a care. Gulping, gagging and slurping noises filling the once quiet room, right along with Eren’s pathetic moans. His chest and stomach are caving so bad that he looks as if he’s hyperventilating. Alternating between his balls and slimy shaft..it’s as sexy as it messy and he doesn’t want you to stop. However, he knows he can’t last if you keep this up.

which is exactly why you waste no time climbing on top and riding him until this man’s eyes are permanently residing in the back of his head. Something that doesn’t take much when he’s already so depleted but once that tight little pussy starts gripping around him, he’s losing it. Stuck even!…

“Wait, baby…I don’t think—“ but you don’t need him to think, move or even speak right now..all you need him to do is lie there and let you fuck him senseless. Bouncing and burrowing that heavy ass down on his dick until it’s swallowed him whole. He’s never had anything like it. Watching your perform tricks he didn’t even think possible. From riding on your top toes to doing splits. The entire time, that slimy mixture drenching his entire pelvis..the pretty pearlescent fluid all a result of how good it felt. You even spread your own cheeks open so he can see firsthand how insane your grip is. Before long, he’s exploding yet again with another mind numbing nut and this time, it’s spilling inside of you. Only because you refused to let up and told him simply: “come in this pussy or you not coming at all..” and he tried not to be so weak..damn, he’s doing the best he can but he’s never had anybody fuck him like this. And after two emptied loads residing in your womb and his legs practically shaking, you decide to let him go..leaving him with nothing more than a kiss on the head as you hold him close to you and let him calm down. “It’s okay, baby..just breathe.”

knowing you just took his soul and set it in a fucking jar. Needless to say though..he’ll need that treatment more often.

[hash1ras]

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𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

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part 2 here

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[wrixthesley]

Valentine | A. Arlert

cw: fem reader, spit, god complex(?), rich boy armin, oral (fem receiving), finger sucking, teasing, unprotected sex, lingerie, alcohol consumption im going back to my roots

Armin Arlert loves Valentine’s Day.

He’d spent much of the week before planning, making reservations, researching, asking your friends, and trying to keep a you from finding out how much effort was being put into today.

He’d come up with the perfect excuse to buy you not one, not two, but three sets of lingerie, three new dresses and, of course, three new pairs of shoes.

“Gotta have options” he said, swiping his card without even thinking, eye locked on yours while you shifted awkwardly under his gaze.

“Just pick what you like, baby” he pressed a kiss to your temple, leaving the room to get ready for the reservation that he made. The one that he sprung up on you the night before.

You worked half a day,(Armin’s doing) so that you had time to doll yourself up the way you want to. He loves watching you fix your hair, loves the effort you put into yourself while he gets to parade you wherever he goes. Loves the wandering eyes and how you clutch closer to him when you’re unsure.

You pick the black dress, the most recent purchase that Armin agreed to get for you. Your heels adding a pop of color and matching the color you chose for your lipstick.

You don’t tell Armin about the lingerie set you picked out in secret, one that he didn’t pay for.

“You’re beautiful.” He says, helping you zip up the back of your dress the rest of the way. His handles traveling along your sides and down to your hips where he holds you against him. “You’re mine, yeah?”

“Of course, Armin” you whisper, embracing his touch and when he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Good.”

He offers his hand and guides you to the car.

He’s in awe of how you walk in those shoes, how your feet must ache but your face shows no evidence of discomfort. He has half a mind to slip some of your house shoes into his car, knows if you have a glass of wine too much at dinner you’ll be a slurring mess of giggles, complaints, and confessions of love.

It makes Armin blush, thinking of how clingy you get when you’re a little tipsy. Loves when you press yourself up against him, pressing a kiss to his jaw, hands wandering down to his waist, undoing his belt and slowly-

“Armin”

You pull on his arm when the host begins to walk towards the table.

“Sorry, baby.”

He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you close and secure from the eyes that wander all over your body.

He pulls your chair out for you, a habit he’d become accustomed to because his grandfather had always told him to do so for his partner.

He smiles small at you, letting enjoying the ambiance and the glasses of wine that were poured for both of you.

Armin Arlert loves when you’re tipsy. When you’re slurring your words and begging for him to help you with the strap of your heels, when you pout at him for not bringing extra shoes because he knew you would get tired.

He’ll apologize, of course, kissing your temple before bending down to undo the strap and buckle of your shoe.

You sigh in relief when it comes off, the pressure alleviated from your toes and the balls of your feet.

“Grounds cold, Min” you say. Lips puffy from anxiously biting them.

“I know, baby.” He sighs, letting you lean on him while he waits for the valet to bring his car around.

“We’ll be home soon.” He reassures you.

When his car is brought around his gently leads you to it, guiding your legs into the passenger seat and buckling your seat belt.

You catch his lip in a kiss when you both make eye contact, giggling when he pulls away surprised before closing your door and getting in the driver’s seat.

“Feel good?” He asks, you can tell by his gaze he wants to know if you’re still with him, not too far gone into the alcohol coursing through your system.

“Yes.” You reply, squeezing his hand on your thigh, your silent reassurance that you’re still here.

“Good.”

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Your apartment is decorated in rose petals, candles adorning your counter top and chocolates spread out on your coffee table. Armin wants to groan, this isn’t what he had in mind when he told Jean to decorate it like “on pinterest or something.”

You think the effort is sweet, sauntering over to your tablet and popping a chocolate into your mouth, chewing and padding your way back to where Armin stands. His backs against the front door.

“Hey Min”

Your reaching for the zipper at the top of your dress, fingers failing to grasp it.

“I got it” he says, leaning close to you. You can feel the warmth of his breath close to you, his gaze intense while he brings the zipper of your dress all the way down.

“Did you want me to see you?” He pauses, fingers aching to peel your dress off of you.

He holds his breath when you step away from him, he’s ready to comfort you.

Instead you let your arms fall, the dress slipping off of your form and revealing the red lingerie that you found.

The lace is sheer, he can see your nipples and fuck- he can see all of you. His mouth goes dry when you step out of your dress, hips swaying as you walk towards him.

“Do you like it?” You ask, speech still slightly slurred, your hand coming to cup at your breasts before tracing your waste down to hook your fingers in the waist band of your panties.

He feels his chest tighten when your hands stop at, pulling your panties down enough to tease at where your thighs meet your pussy.

“Touch me, Armin” you whisper, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Armin can’t breathe, the room is spinning and his surroundings are full of you. He can’t get enough yet it’s almost too much, your scent, your skin, your touch, fuck the little whimpers that you make turn him greedy.

He wants more, wants to feel more, wants to hear more. He’s insatiable, touching and tugging and swirling his tongue with your while lithe fingers find your clothed cunt covered in your own arousal.

“Fuck. You’re so good” he pants, moving your panties to the side, “so fucking good for me; wanna make you feel good”

He’s kissing into your mouth one last time before planting kisses down your jaw, your neck, the soft flesh of your breasts and stomach; stopping to suck a mark onto your hips until it blooms in purple and he’s satisfied with the little sounds that escape you.

Your breathe hitches when he stops in front of your pussy, fingers spreading you apart and lips wrapping around your clit before he rolls in tongue teasingly against it. He adores the rise and fall of your chest, the staccato of your voice, and the grip you have in his hair.

Armin is insatiable, doesn’t need to breathe when it comes to you. Lost in his pleasure and building yours, fingers inching themselves inside of your hot walls and curling up to that spot that makes you keen for him.

“Fuck, Armin, yes” you exhale, the wine in your system makes you melt under his touch, “wanna feel you, want more please”

His gaze is on you again and you can’t help but whine. He’s so intense when he wants to be, his lips leave your sensitive clit for a moment only to watch your face contort in pleasure as he finger fucks you to your first high, enjoying the arousal that coats his fingers when you beg and plead for Armin to give you more, more, more of him.

He’s quick to oblige, bringing his fingers into his mouth and sucking off your essence before pressing them against your mouth.

You wrap your lips around them, tongue swirling around them while Armin pulls his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. The pearl of pre cum adorns the tip and makes your mouth water and thighs clench.

“You want it baby? Wanna take my cock and be my good girl?”

You nod, unable to voice your arousal, pliable under his touch when he pushes you onto your back against the couch.

He loves this part, when you hook your legs around his waist and watch as you take all of his cock, when he can hear your breath change when you’re struggling to adjust to how thick he is.

“Fuck” you whine, hand coming up to caress his face when he fully enters you. You’re conflicted with the feeling if soreness, fighting to savour and struggle with it when he ruts into you and you can feel how deeps he goes.

“Armin, s’big” you whine, letting him kiss you again, tongue swirling with yours before pulling away, a string of spit connecting the both of you.

“Yeah baby? Can’t handle my cock, hm?” He teases, rutting into your again and again to watch your brows knit together. He can feel the heel of your foot dig into his back, pushing him deeper into you.

“You want more?”

He smiles, loving the pap of his balls against your ass.

“Tell me, you want more?” He asks, hips stopping when he’s sheathed himself all the way.

“Fuck. Yes.” You struggle with filling your lungs with air, lost in pleasure and in Armin.

“Want everything you give me, Armin”

“G-god” you pant, he laughs, picking up his pace and savoring the feeling of your tight walls around his length.

“Yeah, I’ll be your God.” He seethes, hooking your leg onto his shoulder, kissing your ankle when he starts a brutal pace, hand coming down to press down against the soft, plush skin of your tummy.

“Only think of me, only want me, only look at me” he breathes. His pace not faltering, you spur him on when you dig your nails into his arm.

“Only y-you” you parrot, your other leg now on his shoulder.

“You’re prettiest when you’re under me.” He smiles, pulling your bra down so that you’re tits are exposed to him.

“Pretty fuckin’ thing” he whispers, hands cupping your breast and pinching your nipple.

“I love Valentine’s Day, you know?”

You only nod, letting Armin take you to another high.

[sugawara-levi]

the beach! with Reiner

cuddly Reiner imagine <3

established relationship, g/n reader

You place your towels right next to each other, they’re the same size and type but his look so much smaller under him.

He will want to stay as close as possible to you because he just loves your skin. Can’t get enough of it. That poor boy.

It’s so hot though. The weather. And his touch on top of it.

You want him to hold you because you know how much he loves to have you close.

But it’s just so fucking warm.

You’re quite literally melting into his touch and not in the good way.

How is he not affected by this?

You turn over to the side to look at him, his hand draped all over your stomach.

Of course, the big oaf is asleep.

Seeing this as a chance you skimmy out from underneath his plate-sized hand. You are soon freed, but your towel is not.

Oh well, a golden opportunity to check out the water temperature.

As soon as you leave he wakes up though. Looking around confused as to where his baby went until he sees you just by the water.

He stays back, enjoy the sun, enjoy the view of you.

You test the water with your toes, splash about a bit as you walk further out, looking at the sand between your toes. When you turn to look back at him you see that he’s now awake.

You ask him if he wants to join for a swim, but not yet he says, he just wants to watch you enjoy yourself right now.

When you get back your body is cool from the bath, you’re dripping everywhere including on him. He doesn’t mind, just smiles and asks you if it was nice.

Yea, it was very nice, he should’ve joined.

He will soon, he says.

He just wants to hold you a bit more first.

This time it’s not that overwhelming when he wraps his body around yours. His hair tickles your face and you giggle into each other.

When he’s content you go for another swim, together this time.

©sugawara-levi, do not copy or republish

[rinsaint]

GIVING WHINY EREN A BLOWJOB WITH YOUR BOOBS OMG OMG

“fuck- yes yes, just like that love, fuck.” Eren gripped your hair tightly and groaned at the feeling of your breasts going up and down his cock.

You bit your lip and watched as eren threw his head back and let out a groan which has your cunt squeezing with want and need.

You griped your breast tighter and sucked on his tip teasingly. He let out a hushed fuck and gripped your hair tighter as he came on the valley of your tits.

You bit your lip as he pulled his cock away and started pumping his cum on your face.

"Stick your tongue out baby" He groaned, he put his tip on your tongue as he let more of his load fall on it.

He smacked your face with his cock, a grin rising on his face. "mmm swallow it all baby."

[nixie-writes-aot]

hihihi! Dom bertholdt maybe? I noticed you like writing him!

Bertholdt + Dominance

Warnings: nsfw, dom/sub dynamic, dom Bertholdt, thighfucking, implied orgasm delay/denial, begging, praise, degradation, slight impact play, use of the word "fucktoy" and "toy"

Pairing: Bertholdt Hoover x genderneutral reader

Author's Note: You are surely an anon after my own heart. What can I say? Covert doms are. So. Fucking. Good. Always the people who don't seem like much or who you would assume are subs like Bertholdt(or Armin honestly)

Bertholdt stared down at you, pressing your head into the bed and inhaling deeply at the sight of you. Your ass in the aur, his cock between your thighs as you whined. Bertholdt only chuckled.

"Fuck me." He whispered.

It was always a shock to hear Bertholdt of all people swear. Typically, he didn't swear at all. No, the quiet man normally just stayed at Reiner's side, maybe made a few comments here and there. Bertholdt, in a lot of ways, was a wallflower. Yet right now, in the moment, feeling him push his cock between your thighs with a groan? The last word you'd ever use to describe the gentle giant with was wallflower.

"Just stay like that. Good toy. Yeah." Bertholdt grunted.

With his hand on the base of your neck, keeping you down and the other placed on one of your thighs, it wasn't like you could move too much. His dominance overpowering as you pressed your thighs together, whimpering at the slow thrusts that drove Bertholdt's cock between your thighs. His cock still covered kn spit and cum from earlier, now using that to fuck your thighs.

"You're just a little fucktoy aren't you?" Bertholdt hummed, his thrusts almost gentle yet that changed when there was no response save for anither whine. You wanted him, wanted to both please him and get that same pleasure for yourself.

"C'mon, you just need to tell me what we both already know, darling." Bertholdt sighed, something akin to annoyance threading his words and tone.

He snapped his cock forward, a gasp tumbling out of your mouth before feeling his cock press against where you wanted it most, moaning because of that.

"I said: tell me." Bertholdt growled, his grip on your thigh tightening before he slapped it.

"Fuck! Please! Bert, please fuck me! I'm yours! Your fucktoy!" You begged, nearly sobbing already.

Bertholdt chuckled, "Good, good. See? You can behave for me, can't you?"

[romantichomicide95]

Drabble Prompts

Send me requests with any of these prompts guys! I just made a random list of ones I could think of. Feel free to reblog if you are a writer.

"I'm telling the truth"

"You do have a stupid face"

“It’s cold out”

“Please, come back”

“I really do love you”

“No, I can’t do that”

“Are you sure about that?”

“You can’t do that”

“I’ll keep you warm”

“I will always be here”

“Don’t you dare”

“I wish you wanted me”

“Don’t move”

“This isn’t a double date”

“You’re safe with me”

“I want your attention”

“Does that feel good?”

“You look so beautiful/handsome”

“I haven’t moved on”

“But…you promised”

“Shut up, you’re drunk”

“Why are you laughing”

“Is this a date?”

“Well, that’s embarrassing”

“Are you stupid?”

“You’re perfect the way you are”

“Im not good enough”

“I’m here for you”

“Calm down”

“Where have you been”

If any of these are on other lists I’m sorry I tried to make it unique but I’m not that creative so these might be basic.

[zujime]

morning kisses ─── eren j. x gn!reader [w.c - 1k]

OVERVIEW — morning cuddles and a tired eren

CONTENT — just fluff and eren's stinky breath

The birds sang as the gentle wind blew. Fishes hopped out of the pond while the grass and flowers thrived, giving off a nice dewy scent. And there the two of you stayed: lying peacefully under a prospering tree, your back resting on the coarse yet soft bark with a hand lightly running through smooth chocolate strands. Strands that belonged to the figure who rested his head on the plush skin of your abdomen, arms encasing you as his breaths come to a comfortable slow. His legs sprawled out, yet tangled with yours that was situated on top of the many blades of greenery.

The two of you had been here since sunrise but never found it in you to move elsewhere. This felt perfect. The way his hands would soothingly rub at your sides as he let out a few relieved sighs whenever your fingers massaged a certain spot, how he'd bury his face into your stomach every time he felt as if you'd slip away, and the way he'd melt at the sound of your sweet hums reaching his ears. You had zoned out, completely basking in the tranquil environment around you, and you'd been far too out of it to notice the endearing gaze that'd been put upon you.

All you can muster up in return is a soft snicker as your face warms. His warm hands slide up your shirt just to pull you impossibly closer to him than before. "Eren, you're going to squeeze me to death." You snort. "I'm not even squeezing you that hard." He says, gazing up at you once again with that same stare, this time accompanied by a tender smile that had plastered itself across his pretty pink lips. Though, his eyes quickly shift to view your now unoccupied hand as his smile turns to a slight pout. "Why'd you stop?" He questioned, moving one of his hands to grasp yours before placing it back on his head.

Your lovely hands resumed their gentle motions—one tangled in his gorgeous brown locks, while the other traced along his spine. His body molding to fit perfectly with your own, like the missing piece to a puzzle. You’d been staring down at him with eyes filled to the brim with nothing but pure love. He was adorable. And almost as if he could sense you thinking of him, he looks up at you just before he moves off of you to sit you in his lap. Burying his face in your neck, arms wrapping comfortably back around your waist.

Your hands are still in their places; lost in his bedraggled hair and stuck tracing the outline of his backbone. You could feel the sluggishness in his movements—the way his lashes would ghost your skin whenever he'd flutter his eyes shut, or how you'd feel his head start to get heavy on your shoulder as he nods off before hastily jerking awake, his body slouched and the not-so-pleasant smell of his morning breath reaching your nostrils whenever he'd yawn. "Eww, Eren!" You playfully groan as you try to push him off of you.

"What?" His voice was drenched in genuine confusion. "Your breath stinks." All he does is deadpan at your statement, pulling away to look you in the eyes with his hands now resting on your hips. His pretty viridescent hues stare lethargically boring holes into yours. When you had woken up and somehow managed to get out of Eren's strong arms, you decided to lounge outside for a bit.

It had looked so peaceful and enticing—the sweet songs the birds chirped, the glorious sight of the pond that shimmered in the morning sun's rays, and how lively the plants appeared—you just had to perch yourself under the tree for a bit.

And to your surprise, the man that'd been staring you down at the moment had been trailing close by and was still very tired.

"We can head back inside if you want?" You mutter against the corner of his lip before giving him a quick peck, a hand moving to cup his face and run a thumb along his soft skin as you whisper "you seem pretty tired". However, all he replies with is a simple grunt that's soon followed by a faint "I don't feel like moving" as his face finds its place back in the crook of your neck. His lips leave ghostly kisses along your collarbone as his lengthy hair tickled your skin, but that all comes to a close when you gently nudge him off of you to get up from his lap, arm outstretched as you wait for his hand to intertwine with yours.

"Come on, Eren." You coo.

The warmth of his hand in yours makes a soft smile grow on your face as you watch him rise to his full height, soon leading his sluggish form back inside your shared house. Feet hit the cool tile floor as you tread to the bedroom. The bed creaks as your six-foot-tall cuddle bug lays down on the pillowy comforter, arms outstretched and waiting to wrap back around you as a slight pout is displayed on his face. "Hurry up," he groans as his hands hastily grab at nothing but the air. "I wanna hold you again." A whine slipped from his lips as the words sluggishly rushed out. You had no choice but to join him, especially with how cute he looked.

[youre-ackermine]

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

Glitter divider: @firefly-graphics

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[mishimaontheflipside]

'I Like You': A Night Drive Drabble

Jean Kirstein x reader modern au

Driving home late in the night after a fun day at the beach, Jean and reader are left to explore they're budding feelings for one another as their friends sleep soundly.

Shameless fluff, sickly sweet and smut-free. My first fic posted to tumblr... enjoy! ❤

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“Why don’t you get some sleep? We have a long way to go.” Jeans eyes darted to the rear view mirror, the rhythmic pulses of streetlamps illuminating their friends in the back seat, spent from a long day of pure infantile fun. Marco reclined, neck bent at an uncomfortable ninety degree angle, weighted down by the dribbling heads of Sasha and Connie on either side. Sand peppered the upholstery and their shins, the scent of the ocean ingrained in the skin, the refreshing breeze entwined in their hair.

Jeans mouth twitched. He returned his gaze to the road. The hue of the yellow lights, she thought, stained the world once familiar in sepia of potential nostalgic suspension. Looking at Jean, the way the warmth of its glow unsettling, unrestrained, yet a blanket cocooning this moment for her, it became a memory to be frightened of. Ahead of them, the car lights guided them forward, refusing the nights to give up its secrets. This night was to be too short once again.

Usually she avoided looking at Jean. If he caught her staring she was fearful he would find out. That when he spoke, when he smiled, when he moved, he was being, that all of these things she was so deeply enraptured by.

In the passenger seat beside him, she did not question how she had found herself so fortunate to be there. She kept her distance as much as she craved his closeness - wanting yet content with his existence.

“I’m all right.” She replied at last, suppressing a sigh of deepest contentment.She was wide awake, even with the cheap beer in her belly, shared as the sun retreated on the horizon, immersing itself in the depths of the ocean, with the dozing trio behind. Either she was fighting off this weariness or she had been left buzzing at the current state of affairs.

Glancing at Jean, his eyes now focused on the road, checking mirrors, moving lanes shifting gears; the ritual that was more than second nature to a guy like him, the certainty was soothing. She could watch his motions all day; his long arms framed him in an impenetrable barrier, when he gripped the steering wheel, the leather groaning beneath his flexing fingers.

One part of her wanted to convince her that once she nodded off he could enjoy the alone time, that he was secretly craving for her absence, even though sleep, that he could think of nothing worse than being left in an exchange with her on what should have been a wonderful day. Yet she wanted to be with him, if only for a little while. She was there. As their friendsslept she was with him. There was no way he could know what that meant.

The sun had penetrated their skin and warmed them through. Now it had set the chill of the night drove the memories’ of the beach further away with its tender grip. Although now, the swaddling of evening time cradled them in the day and all its moments, just as the sun would rise, so would much of the time vanish with it, never lost, simply swallowed into the pulse of the earth, engorged with man’s joys and sorrows.

Her skin had rouged with the hints of burn, yet still she shivered. Pulling her zip up closer around her, her sun dress too thin as remnants of the days rays seeped from each pore. Shins bare, she began to feel the prickle to goose pimples.

Jean fiddled with dials on the dashboard. A gentle stream of warm air tumbled out of the system, angled at her feet, ever so gradually teasing up her legs.

“Is that better?”

She nodded, this time to mask the trembling in her core, the kind that awoke every time he spoke to her.

It was a kind of drunken feeling, being beside Jean; side by side with a boy like him, the giddiness of a strong alcohol in her system, euphoria unmatched. It all felt undeservedly pleasant. Like she was being embraced from all sides, her heart quelled by longing and want, met in some unfamiliar haziness, she felt as though she could imagine what she wanted and it would manifest in her yearning. That she could believe that it was just Jean and she. That for a moment he watched her there, which in the seconds between those moments, in the quiet recess of his mind he thought of her. That not just fate but sheer will had allowed her to be beside him there, because that was how it was supposed to be for them. Divine intervention was redundant. She felt cocooned in a love all of her own fabrication. In those conditions, she could manipulate her own memories.

Better not to know, she thought for the thousandth time. Better not to sour the pocketful of memories she had savored of him, and them. All worth remembering but easily forgotten.

“You know,” Jeans voice was low, gentle; in doing so a rumble so deep in his chest followed, felt in her own like the rumblings of a storm too distant to see, “I don’t think I’ve seen you have so much fun as you did today.”

She didn’t respond.

Nervously, he pushed on, “That’s not to say I think you aren’t fun – of course I do – I just mean that you seemed more relaxed than usual. When Connie threw you into the sea but somehow fell. And you were still standing…”

Connie had held his breath afterwards; let himself float beneath the current. He was such an idiot. In a panic, Jean had tried to flip him over only to be spat at with seawater, a surprise chewed out gum ball and a puzzled cry from Connie.

She had to break up the fight between them. Marco returned from the food stall with ice creams dribbling down his hands, his yells fruitless in results. Sasha filmed it all. And licked the melting snacks when she could.

Jean was still filling the silence, yet she found her own drowned in thought. One he could never comprehend. How could she tell him that her silence was a persecution? A vanishing act of sorts? For when he said what he’d said, it offered affirmation; I see you. What more it could offer was that he liked to see her. She had fun, yes, because he was there, because they all had been together and forgotten everything about the lives they lead outside of those precious hours. They had all proven to one another that one could keep on living each day like that, with the little woes, the bigger sorrows, and still get lost in contentment.

When Jean saw her, what did he see?

“I didn’t want it to end,” She whispered.

Jean shifted gears as they approached a junction. The roads were bare, as though her very words had led the few people aroused by the night to flee in sanctuary.

She found herself sinking into her seat as she continued, “That alone made it sweet, that I didn’t want it to. That it would end made every minute pass with some meaning. Sometimes it felt like I could capture the seconds, hold them in my hand, like sand but softer. Do you know what I mean?”

Back onto the faster roads now, Jean increased speed, smooth as a professional. He rubbed thoughtfully at the fine skin below his eyebrow for moment, “I think I do.”

Sandalwood and patchouli: that was the scent that clung to Jeans clothes, that now as the built-in heaters disturbed the air inside the car, she got to breathe in with such heady clarity.

That scent of him. On the way, that morning, she had been seated in the back, behind him in his drivers spot.

Sasha had complained about carsickness but disproved her claims as she jammed a doughnut into her mouth. Outraged Connie who was squeezed between them both and Marco from the challenging passenger’s seat, battled it out to recover the rest of the snacks. Jeans voice rose in complaints, at first at food spillages, then, through stifled, maniacal laughs, at shoes all over the upholstery and finally, with the authority of a patriarch, threatened to turn the car around when Marco almost kicked him in the face.

All the while, she had laughed, attempting the occasional micro-management here and there mostly she let it all play out. Watching Jean, he had remained so predictably thoughtful throughout.

She had seen the fine hairs that merged with the darker ones at the nape of his neck, clipped but longer. Brushed off his face, it was too long to leave but too short to tie back. It tucked behind his ears and kinked at the back, she searched for the end of the hairs upon his body but she found none as the finest of hairs mingled. Gold seemingly woven in each thread.

Sasha had eaten all of the food. There was never any to begin with. Connie complained until he had forgotten why he had begun and instead turned his attention to the radio. Plugging his music in, he and Marco took turns blaring whatever song they knew half the words to. Jean sang along to the ones he knew, snapping at Marco when he switched to something no one knew at all half-way though a jam.

The rest of the trip, she stared out of the window.

In the compact space the car smelt intoxicating with the blends of aftershave the boys had showered themselves with. Primped and preened rather foolishly for the day at the beach, they outdid both she and Sasha. The car smelt irresistible, a taster station of perfumes. Yet, one she could not place, had never been able to in all the times she had found herself drawnto it. She knew it was the scent of Jean, how could she not? An allure and a repellent, it had always caught her attention. Now she understood its gentle notes, earthy and musky, an incense of calm.

“You smell nice.” She said. The words didn’t tumble out. Although the correlation of thought and voice had been non-existent, had not seemed conceivable, the truth of the words had eradicated any sense of danger in them. Perhaps it was the booze, but the sincerity behind the words meant more. A panic did not rise. Her mind had been expelled.

“Thanks,” Jean said, after another long moment of nothing but the fans of the air-con panted and the whir of tires speeding along the smooth roads, the gentle snores of their friends. She glanced at Jean. He gave so little away, those eyes now darted between the road and the rearview mirror. His jaw was tense, gently gnawing his lower lip. There were tendonsin his thick neck, which flexed as he moved, knotted with the shoulders that had squared with the sharp intake of breath.

She looked away. Now, she began to suspect, a caution seeped insidiously into the space between them. Yet, she could not doubt her words, when doubt was all but breaking down her resolve.

“So do you.” Jeans voice was still a soothing rumble, perhaps less certain than it was. The leather of the steering wheel creaked once again and a shaky intake of breath followed. When he swallowed, his Adams apple bobbed, floundering foolishly, she thought. She liked that too. Liked that it was her words that made that happen. The stubble peppered his chin, and freckles had crept upon his cheeks, encouraged by the sun.

“I like-”she began. His high cheekbone, his deep set narrow eyes often sullen looking in moments of peace, apprehensive in moments of confusion as he was now; it distracted her for a second. “I like your hair. You should never cut it or ever let it grow. It’s just right.”

His lips, though thin, were a shade of peaches that seemed almost obscene. As his teeth grazed delicate skin there, they darkened, even in the low light.

“If you ever shave your head,” his words stumbled, a smile pawed at his resolve and she understood that he was controlling his amusement, “I would consider it a national tragedy.”

She snorted then, an ugly hiccup of a noise.

Jean shushed her, gesturing to the back seat before suppressing his own.

“I like that when you drive we don’t die.” She said.

“I like that when you don’t drive we don’t die.” He said.

“You have a voice that, if I knew otherwise, would tease a potential career on the west end.”

“What does that even mean?” His words were stifled when he pressed a hand to his mouth.

With each attempt at volume moderating, their giggles grew keener until they were improvising gags; hers was the cuff of her jumper.

“When you buy alcohol, you always remind me of an adult, in a good way. You just go and you do it.”

“That’s because none of you guys remember to bring I.D’s. Marco looks way older than me.”

He pondered then, “I like… that when you try to tell a joke, the fact that you’re laughing already makes the joke funny.”

She beamed stupidly. There had never been a time where she could get a punch line out, despite the number of times she had heard the one she wanted to tell, the joke would send her rolling before she could finish it for anyone else. “They’re not funny otherwise?”

Jean shrugged, “Don’t pursue stand-up is all I’m saying.”

“That was what I was going to tell you next!” She bemoaned, as muted as she could manage, amateur dramatics in play as she clutched her head.

His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, shaking his head.

With a deep breath, she said, “Your face always makes me feel like… the sun will come up tomorrow.”

The giggling stopped.

She sat up firmer, felt the sleep, the haze escaped her and more so to herself, she murmured,

“And the day after that, and the day after that.”

In this silence, in this world, that was shifting ever so slightly, the dozing trio in the back could not feel the shudders in the earth. The air had grown sparse; all had been suspended in this disjointed night drive. Still far from home, but too close, suddenly as much as all had stopped, time was ticking and soon there would be nothing else.

Where time before had become solid, cherishable, now it was harsh. Gripping her fingers to make the minutes grate on through the timer, she listened for the first hard granules to strike the surface below.

The future lay out before her. She had been waiting for it. That eerie sense of calm had abandoned her and now, in the hidden darkness, beyond the beams of the headlights, in those shadows the future of lost connections, of rejections, of reality on the horizon. The sun would rise tomorrow, would the boy she liked so much be there to bring it?

He wouldn’t look her way, his responsible driving all that proved that he was still there. Not even his fingers twitched and she simply had to look away then. To stare at the road paved ahead, to hope that future she was certain lingered ahead would not rear its ugly head.

“That you were happy today… that made me very happy.” Jean said.

He was beside her. The heat of his body, the sort so detached from any other; the kind of warmth that sent sparks across the skin lingered beside her, that helped her know that he was there and not in her mind. Whenever he had shifted gears, had moved an inch, she could see the space parting to let him through.

It was parting again, as his hand stretched out towards her and prized apart her fingers. They had tangled themselves so well, an attempt to never escape the perpetual loneliness she had become accustomed to. The world, and all its matter, was dividing for them.

When he laced his fingers with hers, when his breath hitched as she held on tight when she knew it was okay, when he simply clung to her too, she felt a collision of something microscopic, and a chasm was filled with the debris of this matter, light with the moon, the stars, the comets and the sun. Reeling, pulsing, living, breathing, peaceful, alive with atoms; they’d connected the dots.

“I’m happy right now.” She sighed, feeling sleepiness weighing her down. A weight was lifted and replaced by a soul-shifting calm.

“So am I.” Jean smiled.

"At freaking last," came a scoff from the back seat. She was ready to fling his hand from her but Jean clung harder.

"Yo, privacy!" Jean hissed as Marco snorted at the little outbreak.

"Not really the place for that, is it?"

Peeking over her shoulder, she saw a coy smile plastered across Marco's face, even as he attempted to loosen up his neck, the dead weights of Connie and Sasha completely undisturbed, his shirt sodden with their drool. He grimaced.

Jean shook his head, pulling her hand closer to his chest, defensively, mumbling about his friend being such a peeper. Marco just grinned at her, rolled his eyes before shifting his phone out of his pocket, a real challenge where Connie had wrapped himself around his lanky body, and swiping through it. It was amazing how he hadn't gone numb. With a squeak, Sasha hiccuped in her sleep.

She squeezed Jeans hand back. He bit back his own glee as he continued to run on about Marco's interruption.

The night would end; even as she began to doze and it came to feel like a dream, Jean was the one to gently shake her awake, caress her cheek with his thumb and smile at her in a new way. One that told her it was real after all.

They would say their goodbyes and forget the days as much as they would remember all the little things. Maybe all would be revealed in the days that followed; maybe patience made space for something gentle and kind to grow anew. For her, the sun did indeed rise the next day…

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Thanks for reading!

[solciego]

The mission outside the walls is more intense than expected. The Titans in that area are more aggressive and numerous, prompting the commander to make the decision to order an early return to headquarters. As they venture into a forest, the rain begins to fall, turning the terrain slippery. Visibility is significantly reduced, making the task of keeping the Titans at bay even more challenging.

Amidst the chaos and torrential rain, an abnormal emerges out of nowhere, cornering them. Mikasa reacts quickly, facing and distracting it while Jean and the others escape. But before they can retreat, the Titan lunges at them, causing them to stagger. Jean struggles to maintain balance on the muddy ground as Mikasa quickly rises to confront the Titan once more.

Jean's concern for Mikasa's safety compels him to act without a second thought. He quickly gets up, his body aching from the impact under the torrential rain. He pushes his way towards her, trying to stand firm amidst the challenging conditions.

Despite the difficulty, his determination strengthens as he sees Mikasa in danger.

As he approaches the Titan, each movement with the maneuver gear becomes heavier and more complicated due to the muddy and slippery terrain. With every lunge from the Titan, Jean skillfully dodges and counterattacks. With a swift spin, he manages to distract it enough for Mikasa to get away.

"Mikasa, run!" Jean shouts, his voice blending with the rain. "I'll cover you!"

She hesitates for a second, and instead of retreating as he had told her, she grips her sword firmly and lunges at the Titan. Jean leans on his sword, breathing heavily. The rain continues to fall, the drops hitting his face, mingling with the sweat and exhaustion.

Their gaze meets, and without a word, a silent understanding is established between them. They launch into the attack, moving in perfect synchrony. Jean takes the lead, distracting the Titan. Mikasa, on the other hand, seizes every opportunity he provides, attacking with unmatched ferocity.

In a moment of opportunity, Jean guides the Titan towards a more slippery terrain. The rain had turned the area into a natural trap field. With a swift motion, he slides behind the Titan and plunges his sword into a vulnerable spot. Mikasa seizes the moment and launches her attack, forcefully severing the Titan's tendons, rendering it immobile. Together, with one final effort, they deliver a simultaneous blow, piercing the vital spot in the Titan's neck.

In the midst of the battlefield, they gaze at each other, their hearts pounding fiercely from the intensity of the fight.

"Mikasa..." Jean says, his voice getting caught in his throat for a moment.

She approaches him, her steps slow and cautious.

"Thank you, Jean," Mikasa whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

Jean feels those two words resonating deep within his being. The intensity of the moment still clings to his mind, and as he breathes heavily, his focus settles on Mikasa's dark, drenched hair and the indiscernible gleam in her eyes.

In that instant, Jean finds himself lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wonders a million things and simultaneously nothing at all. The raindrops sliding down Mikasa's face, her flushed cheeks, and her expression leave him breathless.

Perhaps it's the intensity of the moment they just shared that overwhelms him with emotions. Maybe it's the persistent rain, adding a touch of melancholy. But as he sees her there, in the middle of the rain, Jean can't help but reflect on how much she means to him.

In an impulsive act, he had thrown himself into danger to protect her without hesitation. He had forced his feelings to remain hidden in the shadows, aware of the deep bonds that tied Mikasa to Eren. However, in the midst of all that, his thoughts overflow, and he wonders if it will always be this way.

The rain continues to fall.

[chrollohearttags]

Feel like musician eren always tryna get yn panties off whenever he can 🤷🏽‍♀️

and baybeee, lemme tell you..he do! He is a FREAK, okay? All them years of celibacy and holding back turned him into a deviant when he got with (y/n). You two could be anywhere..out with friends, in an interview or at a show and he’s all over you. Stealing kisses and licking on your neck..whispering in your ear all the nasty shit he wants to do when y’all are alone and sometimes, he can’t even be bothered to wait. Say y’all go out to a club and knowing he already don’t wanna be there because he can’t stand being around all those people. He’s been drinking like crazy and watching you throw all that ass in a tight dress 😭 now he’s all in your ear, letting yuu grind on him in y’all’s section, talm bout ‘just sit on my lap and pull your dress up, they won’t even notice.’ He do not give a damn!

orrrr, let you be backstage at one of his shows, like literally ten minutes before he’s set to go on stage. His assistant, the techs and everybody are looking for him and instead of practicing or doing some pre-concert ritual like most performers, he’s got you pressed against the wall with his fingers stuffed in your mouth..metal rings thrashing against your jaws as he impales you on his dick. Smacking your ass and clutching on your throat..they could be at the door, knocking and yelling for him and you know what his response is? “I’m busy in here! Tell ‘em, princess..” and you’re moaning so loud, there’s no question as to what’s going on! Yeah, he’s a slut.

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decided to make another one since y’all loved the first one sm hehe | part 1 here

[ilex-opacus]

Erwin Smith is a cat person AND HERE’S WHY!!

jk i think him being a dog OR cat person is believable but I saw someone say him being a cat person after all would be a funny twist and then I realised how much sense it made.

Most people expect Erwin to be a dog person.You know – dogs are loyal, willing, can be easily trained to do X in promise of Y. They can be trained so well, in fact, that you don’t even need to give them a reward - their faith in you is that innate and complete that they will fetch or roll over or indeed lie down even if all you offer them afterwards is a cursory “well done, good job, smart boy.” And while Erwin admits that dogs would indeed, out of the choice between them and their feline counterparts, make better soldiers, it is foolish to think that what he values in his men is what he values in his personal companionships as well. And while dogs can be used for labour, they are - like cats - primarily for companionship. Erwin has always struggled to be close to his men precisely because they are so loyal, blindly and self-flaggelisingly so. They would do anything he asked, some of them, and these men make the best soldiers and the worst friends, because they fill him with a deep sense of guilt and remorse at having to demand such loyalty from them in the first place.

Cats, he finds, are much nicer creatures when friendship is the game. 

Cats are not like dogs. They are cold, aloof, unfriendly, and smart. They never trust you, merely tolerate you, and they are impossible to trick or fool. They switch their mood as easily as the wind turns, and even if you treat them nicely they are not guaranteed to even pass gas in your undeserving direction. To put it simply, befriending a cat is a challenge, a task, a mission that requires skill, understanding, and patience. Erwin has always been told to know his enemy, and the same is true with cats.

But cats present a worthwhile reward, if you can manage to commit yourself to the time-consuming, intellectual task of taming them. Where dogs are stupid and overbearing in their affection - which, albeit admittedly nice, can feel overwhelming and ill-deserved at times - cats are conservative with such pleasantries. And so, when they finally deign to butt the side of your leg with their furry little heads or mewl endearingly as they trot up to you, it feels like a real victory, it feels like something you unequivocally deserve. And if Erwin needs anything, it is the type of love he feels as if he actually deserves. Not love that is won from simply being the bigger and smarter life form, but love that is won through being good to those below you, from understanding their wants and needs and not needing to have them sit subservient beneath you and awaiting your orders.

Cats are quieter, too. Stiller things. Dogs are loud, always barking like they’ve had to suddenly scream out a battle plan, always moving and jumping in circles like they’re nervous or preparing to flee. But cats move with a slow grace, an unbothered laxness; a cat does not know, care, or act as if they are in a war. A cat is greater than that - supersedes such petty mortal happenings. A cat can’t sniff for bombs or point to alert you to a fallen soldier’s position on the field, because cats represent something greater than conflict. Cats were only ever partially domesticated, never brought fully into the human way of life. They are transient, they are beings of luxury and calmness and independence. Maybe, Erwin thinks, if the world were comprised more of cats - solitary, intelligent, wary - and less of dogs - obedient, unthinking, impulsive - there would be no need for wars to begin with. And yet that is not how things have turned out. The world is a catastrophic mix of cats and dogs, and we get on with each other just as well. In truth, though, the world is made up entirely of humans, and we are the cause of our own pain.

But Erwin likes cats. He likes the small, happy noises they make and the deep, constant, reassuring rumble of them purring contentedly against his chest. He likes how they can be relied upon to find their own food and water, how they do not look up to him as someone who should, and unfailingly will, provide. They are more his equal than some humans are, and he tries very hard (and subsequently fails) not to feel guilty about that. In the meantime, he scratches between their ears and watches those sly, sharp eyes glinting from amidst the small mass of black fur. It reminds him of someone, and he thinks that also plays quite a large part in why he likes them best.

[sugawara-levi]

stepbrother!snk x reader

tw: eren: mentions cunt and stepsis

connie: drunk kiss, puke

Eren, we all know he’s the annoying one. Super over the top, always teasing you, calling you names. Cunt. Will call you stepsis while fucking you. Pulling at your hair and breaking your back in doggy style. Would probably talk about his daddy problems while deep inside you, lowkey turns him on.

Reiner is so sweet. You’ve been wanting to feel him for quite a while. I mean, his pack looks… great, so what harm can it do, right? Apparently some harm, like the sweet bunny he is he falls for all your little antics and tricks and attention, and when you finally grab him by the balls he sees stars. You’re not getting rid of that one for a long time.

Jean. You thought Eren was annoying? Think again. This bitch will make you think he really hates you. The typical kindergarten crush, he teases you because he likes you. Or well, eventually. In the beginning he teased you because he was embarrassed he suddenly got a sibling out of the blue, how else was he supposed to deal with it? Well… probably not by falling in love with said sibling’s amazing body and calling them names because he can’t admit how he really feels.

Connie would literally just treat you like any old person. It’s slow with him. You get to know each other, figure out you work well together, watch movies, talk shit. Until one of you stumbles home late and end up drunk kissing the other, that’s how you realised there’s more chemistry than you first thought. Some puke and a nights sleep later you try it again, awkwardly, and it still works.

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[rinsaint]

jealous eren fingering you under the library table while you and jean study.

You gave jean a smile as he looked back down and wrote down a couple of notes for you and his project.

On the other hand you tried to muffle the sound of your moans as eren rubbed circles on your soaking clothed panties.

Eren was jealous. He will never admit it but ever since you started hanging out with jean to work on your project, you started spending less time with him and because of it and he’s pissed.

So you tell him that you and jean are going to the library to work on it and he just wants to tag along. And he sees how you and jean are laughing and giggling while working and he gets a tad bit jealous.

And with that tad bit of jealously, he snakes his hands down under the table, under your skirt to play with you.

“hey uh y/n are you alright?” jean questioned, he watched your flustered state as you stuttered out a yes.

He went back to doing his work and you bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a moan as he starting moving your panties to the side

He slipped two of his fingers in and grinned as you clenched around him. “hey babe, you alright? you seem a little shaky.”

You glared at him, “i-i’m fine. just a little hot in here..” You let out a cough to try and cover the moan you let out as his fingers start thrusting into you at a fast pace.

He feels your gummy walls tighten around his fingers and bit his lip as your juices spilled over his hand.

While jean still worked, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked your dripping cum off his fingers.

He cleared his throat and stood up with you, a stupid grin on his face, “hey jean me and y/n are gonna head back to her dorm. i’m sure you two can finish this later, yea?”