#eren is so hot for god's sake

[umbremom]

curiosity

Merman Eren x Pirate Mikasa based on this AU by rxvxrly on twitter 🧜🏽‍♂️🏴‍☠️

(sidenote: this is one of my favorite shoots ever like this is my baby, my pride and joy)

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[quills-of-freedom]

Headcannons ~

What they're like when you're on your period

Female Reader ~ Reiner, Jean, Levi, Eren, Armin

Including: What they're like with one of those cramp simulator things

Warnings: Well, period stuff. If it grosses you out, don't read.

Reiner

10/10 Reiner will always know when you're period is due and when it comes. In a different way to how Armin knows (below) Reiner senses it more with his astuteness for your moods.

He can pick up on the tiniest changes within people when he knows them well enough, so when your temper begins to shorten or notices you tearing up a little more easily during a movie - he's got you figured out.

If you verbally complain about cramping, he'll comfort you with a cuddle and get you a hot water bottle ready. He'll suggest running a bath, but before you even have time to answer, he's on his way to the tub to start it for you.

He's not against getting you your favourite snacks but he will try to persuade you to eat healthier snacks like fruit - just because he wants your body to function well, no other reason.

Reiner has a soft spot / huge kink for anything soft and feminine so for example, his breeding kink; he views a pregnant woman as something so precious that must be protected at all costs. It's the same when you're on your period so he will try to have sex with you and he'll not care about the mess - he'll just shower and place a towel down.

But if period sex isn't your thing, then for god sake put him in your mouth or something because he's borderline pestering feral.

Winces slightly when Connie brought over that period electronic device thing. He tries to hold in a whimper, his macho image at risk - but it certainly relates to your pain more now, but he wasn't exactly ignorant about it before that.

Jean

Jean is so underrated with how good of a partner he is. If anyone else complained of a stomach cramp (usually Sasha and Connie after eating too much) although he's aware they're different things, because it's you it's the biggest tragedy known, that you're in pain.

Hands you painkillers, a drink, snacks and has no problem running to the store to get you whatever you need.

Rubs your feet for some reason. They're not hurting, but he does it.

Jean isn't here nor there when it comes to period sex. He'd rather not, because it might hurt you / will make a mess but if the woman he loves wants his intimacy, he won't turn you down.

Encourages you to exercise through the pain. He read somewhere it helps. Please, someone gently tell this man that the last thing you wanna do is go out running in tight lycra.

He is confused about all the different brands, sizes and flow charts when he's picking up your sanitary products. He will probably call up Sasha to ask for assistance.

Sasha thought it would be funny to tell him the flow drop indicator meant how much water is needed to "activate" them. He believed that for a good week.

Jean drops to the floor when he has the electric cramp simulator on his lower abs, totally taken by surprise; also Eren started it on the highest setting because, well, he can be a prick sometimes.

Levi

Levi isn't one to shower someone with blatant love and affection, he shows he cares in his own little ways.

Will always make sure wherever you keep your products is always stocked full, and secretly leaves a chocolate bar or something within it for the next time you go into it.

Will gladly run you a bath. Periods are dirty as hell.

Will not have sex with you ever on your period. He would make exceptions if, for example, you're having problems where you're bleeding more often or for longer. But if everything is how it should be, then don't even think about asking.

Will give you lower back rubs if you're in pain but works it around what he's doing. Sometimes he'll sit you on his knee while doing paperwork and one hand kneading into your flesh (he's great at massages btw)

Remains stone-faced with the cramp machine but once he is free of it, will see lady-time in a whole new light.

Eren

Eren is always caught between an immature mindset and a solemn awareness of the world and how it works. So depending on his mood will depend on how he treats it.

Worst case scenario, he tells you to suck it up and get on with it like you do every month. But will still lazily put his large, warm hand upon your lower stomach to help ease it a little.

Best case, he'll run to the store to pick up what you need.

Eren isn't fussed if you want sex while on your period. He just showers and cleans up after. But if you don't want to, he understands.

Grits his teeth and winces when he gets a taste of what a cramp can be like - but still insists he could handle it. Which, coming from the man who can gauge out his own eye and amputate his leg, those words aren't worth much salt.

Armin

Amin comes to learn your cycle like the back of his hand (if you're regular)

He notes your increase in appetite (not in a negative way at all) and how often you seem to get fired up for him. He knows when you're ovulating so if you ever tried for a baby with him, he'll know when is best to go for it.

Armin won't ask for sex if you're on it, but won't deny you if you want it either.

Will run you hot bubble baths, get you snacks, anything for his princess.

Armin was already clued up about how bad cramps can be, so he refused to do the simulator.

[tsxmu]

My thoughts on Levi's up coming bad boy one shot and his love life. :3

Now personally! I feel like he shouldn't have a love interest in the oneshot. Not because like I don't want to share him or stuff like that, but because that would kinda throw away all the levihan hints they gave us. Hell, it's most likely canon.

I understand that it's set during Levi's early childhood, teenage years and early adulthood but that would still kinda ruin the whole premise of Levi and how he lived. It's quite literally shown he didn't have any interest in anybody other than furlan and isabel, they were his only family. I doubt he'd find himself a crush down there.

The underground was a time where the only thoughts in Levi's mind was to survive. It was no place to fall in love and shit like that, given how in the manga for no regrets, even when given the choice to have a woman or anything from some man's store, he prefers taking something (specifically tea) from the store after winning the arm wrestling match.

Link to it::

Next, if Levi were to have some sort of love interest or crush during his youth, I feel like it would at least be mentioned once, it could be when he was still with furlan and isabel, but there's nothing. It could also be a situation like erwin's and marie's where nile got to her first because erwin chose humanity. But it seems unlikely. Erwin, still, cares about marie and talks about her. And if Levi liked somebody, given his big ol heart, surely he'd ask about this love interest at least once right??

If anything, romantically, Levi quite literally only has eyes for one person, which is hange. I'd argue it's canon. Levi is constantly worried about them, during countless battles together, he first thought of hange and their safety, he makes sure hange keeps themselves alive, he listens to hange and their hours long rambles, he even asked moblit, in the short story, to keep hange safe because he's the only one around them 24/7.

I get that he can have a first love, but he was feared and hated upon during his youth by the people in the underground, I highly doubt some woman is going to find that hot. Levi was dangerous, and people in the undergrounds knew that, yeah sure some people still fought them but humans are like that. Always biting more than they can chew.

I firmly believe Levi's first and last love was hange. I'm sorry to the eruri shippers but I see their relationship as only blinded loyalty from Levi's side and comradery/deep friendship due to their years in the military together. But at the end, erwin wanted him in the beginning for Levi's strength.

Hange on the other hand, always viewed Levi like a person, not a tool, not a thug, nor a person to be afraid of. Levi's first normal interaction above ground was with hange and how casually they greeted him, furlan and isabel while the rest of the corps were still weary of them.

There are countless scenes with him and hange, countless.

I'd say Levi and Hange have the kind of love and bond in the manga that nobody else can have. Not even eren and mikasa.

Hange and Levi's relationship was built on years of comradery and trust. They know each other well and only have each other. Even when erwin was alive, Levi knew more about hange than he knew about erwin, so much so that he knew how they knocked. Now, we can assume he knows erwin's knock too, but we've only been shown to see him recognize hange's knock. The two literally talk telepathically for gods sake!!! They just look at each other and understand! I don't remember seeing anybody else having that deep of a bond.

After reclaiming wall Maria, Levi was always by hange because they're all he has left and he's usually by their left side because hange can no longer see from that eye, it's a disadvantage and it anything were to go past them or attack them, it'd be from the left and Levi knows that, that's why he places himself to their left whenever possible.

Even during the end, he shows hange emotions that he's never shown anybody else. He's said things to them that nobody else has seen. He quite literally hands over his heart and gives it to hange to keep. He's seen holding back tears and holding onto the hand that last touched hange, knowing they'd never return back to him.

And even after that, in every shot of after the war, he's always thinking of hange, whether it's looking at the plane that they were last in, or the lollipops, or the glasses he holds. He's always thinking of them because they're all he had.

I feel like both Ackerman's chose to stay single because they lost their brunettes. They lost the one they loved most in the line of duty and will never move on from it because they know they're soulmates.

Both ackerman's wanted a peaceful life with their brunette but they couldn't. Not in this lifetime at least.

Which is why I humbly believe having a short love interest for the sake of nothing in the bad boy's manga would kind of ruin all that Levi has! It fits if he has only one love and even that he can't have because life is just that cruel. A short love interest would be useless and would only cause heated arguments between shippers and even send death threats to the creator, so for the sake of everybody, I sure to do hope there's no love interest for Levi in his one shot. We already know who his soulmate is, there's no reason to drag another character in just so the fandom can hate it for a reason as silly as "Levi's inlove with them."

To anybody who read all of this, thank you so much (❁´◡`❁). That means alot!!!

[karizard-ao3]

My reactions to Evangelion episode 11: the Day Tokyo-3 Stood Still

That Eren Jaeger-looking guy from NERV is even more Eren Jaeger-looking than I realized now that I see him in his casual wear.

The Magi were mentioned before but I didn't think about them too much, but I didn't realize the supercomputers were the city's government? Unless I'm misunderstanding. That seems... unwise.

Are they going to make out in the elevator again?

I guess not :(

Shinji is so nervous about talking to his dad.

God, Gendo is an asshole.

Wait the power just went out. They're trapped in the elevator together. Maybe there's still a chance!

They're taking life support away from parts of the compound for the sake of the supercomputers? What, they can't handle a little anarchy while they get things back up and running? I am suspicious.

Shinji is a detail-oriented boy. There's nothing wrong with that.

Asuka is starting to grow on me lol. She's so hot-headed.

Sabotage!!!

Asuka is so threatened by Rei, who is literally just minding her own business all of the time.

Of course she wants to elect a group leader lol.

Lol it's getting hot in that elevator, huh?

They have their feet in buckets lol

Asuka calling Rei "Miss Perfect". She is totally threatened.

I'm wondering if Kaji is behind this blackout.

Shinji is such a philosophical boy.

Making Shinji choose between the two of them 😂

Oh, god. Asuka led them right to the Angel.

They keep almost getting into things i want to know about and then cutting to a new scene :(

They only have, like, five minutes of power when they aren't plugged in, right?

Good job, Shinji! Always saving the day when they need it.

Oh, they had battery backpacks.

I fear that Asuka might be bad at tactical planning and this is going to backfire somehow.

Nevermind, it worked.

So, she's the type to keep score. Makes sense.

How could we even know why the Angels are attacking, Asuka? I think we all shall see soon enough!

In Conclusion

Shinji is very reliable. He isn't very innovative or much of a take charge type, but he is always there as backup.

I'm interested to know why Rei thinks she's not getting special treatment (unless I misheard that part).

I enjoyed getting to see a bit more of the team dynamic between the Children.

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be impressed Gendo got the Evas prepared manually for the pilots. Someone (Was it Ritsuko or the other woman?) framed it like he had a lot of faith in the pilots and that's why he did it, but I kind of feel like he is the worst and I'm not willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I think Kaji is probably working as a double agent and perhaps knows more than the rest of us do. He seems to be operating under other orders (or additional orders). I wonder what his goal is here?

[poptart-productions]

his type

[part two of a series]

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after a bit of teasing about your apparent ‘crush’ on eren on your friend’s part, you and “the homegirls” finally make it to the paradis concert.

after the show, the six of you head backstage to receive your v.i.p treatment and instead you get eren’s attention, which—as you’ll find out, is more weight than you can bear

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it was all fun and games until you actually got there

you felt out of place

to be fair, you came for the networking opportunity and that super attractive guitarist, so it’d be unfair to compare you to a fan.

but still, you felt wrong being there—like you took the spot from someone more deserving than yourself.

the pestering flavor of coffee sat heavy on the back of your tongue as you looked amongst the mingling fans—all the faces reduced to featureless paint smears in the darkness.

surprisingly, none of your friends were speaking, at least not too loud—even sasha, which was frightening.

and so, you were forced into what was, practically eavesdropping on fans; all of which were in varying degrees of fandom

“that album—oh my fucking god—they ate”

“—devoured!”

another conversation.

“i’m gonna fucking cry—“

“—jenna, if you cry—we’re going home”

and another.

“eren is so hot—one chance, please”

you chuckled a bit hearing that, because shit—this person is just like you for saying that

but you quirked a brow at what their friend said in response, “well, you know what they been saying about him, you might be—“

another voice, “—don’t even give her false hope—bitch, this isn’t wattpad”

the trio laughs but you’d already stopped paying attention at that point

what have they been saying about eren?

might be what?

from the undertone of the conversation, and the person begging for ‘one chance’ with him, you’d guess that the rumors were alluding to eren being something of a playboy

you sighed; you’re not surprised—he’s young, he’s pretty, and he’s in a band—of course he’s a fuckboy

“you okay—?“

“—oh! miki. . .” your shoulders tense as mikasa’s sultry voice funneled into your ears

you did eventually realize that it was her, and calmed down some; you blinked, finally answering her question, “yeah. . .yeah! i’m alright! i just—i don’t know, i’ve just never really been to a concert, i guess”

“oh, i know how you feel, but you’ll have fun. and if you need some—“ “—let’s fucking go!” before mikasa could finish, the stage lights flicked on, and the boys came on stage all at once

thankfully, you’d done some research on paradis while waiting for the girls in the parking lot—all that fussing, and you were still there first—so you recognized all of the guys and their respective positions

connie, the one coming with so much energy was the drummer—“are you ready, [h/t]?!” he continued, rousing all kinds of ‘yeahs’ from the audience

“then make some fucking noise” another screamed, an attractive fry to his voice

jean : bassist and sub-vocalist—he was pretty fucking popular, too. the sea of fans responded with screeches, some of which consisted of obscene ‘daddy’s’ and ‘fuck me’s’ shouted into the void

these motherfuckers are insane.

seriously, you’d think some kpop group was on the stage right now.

armin, the lead vocalist pouts, “you guys sound bored, c’mon”

you scan the stage, and that’s the moment that man appears, out of nowhere.

eren, the guitarist—though he needs no introduction; he’s the most popular member, for fuck’s sake

he saunters toward the front of the stage, single-handedly causing an uproar in the audience—and why would he not—let’s not kid ourselves here; this man looks fucking good.

waves of brown hair cascading freely down his shoulders, green eyes tinted through the shades he decided to wear inside—but he’s hot so it’s okay

he was shirtless, leading all the attention to his lean—i mean, neckless—of course, the key neckless which he always wore, according to the website you were staring at in your car twenty minutes ago

whether it had sentimental value or he just thought it looked cool, you might not ever know, but it was still eye catching nonetheless

draws attention to that abdomen of his. . .

fuck.

but wait, there’s more; the pants—those fucking leather pants, the light was doing a great job at making it known just how. . .excited he was before getting on stage

either that or, he was just that impressive

after all that time you spent utterly eye-fucking this man, he finally opens his mouth

shit

“if you want us to give it to you, you’re gonna fucking scream, alright?”

sultry, deep, husky—it brought you back to your old boy band days—you’re ashamed to admit that you already started imagining him whispering things to you, dirty things

“one more try” he continues, “make some motherfucking noise!”

he said ‘noise’, and the fans delivered.

all you could hear was noise.

your feelings of isolation only got worse when the music started—if you could even call it that—you could only hear the bass as it boomed from the super-sized speakers above; the only thing cutting through it all was armin’s voice, with occasional harmonies from eren and jean

they sounded nice, but god was everything so fucking loud

you looked over to find everyone having a good time, but you

sasha and historia were screaming the lyrics—regardless of the fact that sasha did not know a single one—and jumping up and down, with mikasa and ymir standing protectively behind them to ensure their safety

they were bobbing their heads to the beat, too. hell, even annie seemed to be enjoying herself; nodding her head and mouthing the words to the chorus

it wasn’t until mikasa hurriedly handed you the earplugs she had forgotten to give you that you saw what all the fuss was about.

there’s nothing for you to say except. . .

you get it, now

you felt like middle schooler, screaming in the audience—it was fun—they’d only performed a few songs, it felt like, before armin looked at the audience with a pitiful smile, “alright, so for this last song—“ the crowd, including you, responded with childish whines

“you guys always do this—“ armin shakes his head with a laugh, to which jean smiled, “yeah, shit’s gotta end eventually”

the whining subsided, and armin continued, “so for this last song, we wanted you guys to sing. . .” the chords to an unknown—to you at least—track began to play

there was a nervous tension in the air, “eren, start ‘em off!”

eren smirks, jade eyes focused on his instrument as he played the audience in, “there is nothing you can do that i have not already done to my self, there is nothing you could do that i have not already done to myself—“

you paused, you’ve heard this song before.

never wanted to dance—that’s it’s name—you’d heard it on historia’s playlist while sleeping over at her and ymir’s place.

“there is nothing you could do that i have not already done to myself—“

“—never wanted to dance with nobody—“ a few voices started to sing, but quickly died down upon realizing how alone they were

the guys of paradis are reduced to nothing but disappointed groans and looks,“oh come on! you were just screaming loud as fuck—could barely hear ourselves” connie chided, so upsets it seems, that he almost fell off his chair

“scream!” jean and armin encouraged, and eren continued with their sentiment, “we don’t give a fuck if you think you sound bad—just give us everything you got, alright?”

they start over, and at first it seems the result will be the same until a voice from the audience starts screaming the lyrics

“never wanted to dance with nobody but you—!”

you knew that voice anywhere.

historia.

“fuck yeah, go crazy!” connie praised, gearing up to play his part

historia’s shrill voice lands all eyes on her but she clearly didn’t give a fuck, she was screaming;

“never wanted to dance with nobody but you wouldn’t take no for an answer—you fucking bitch!” it was so strange hearing historia swear, but your ‘homegirls’ seemed cool with it and she was jamming so you smiled at her

“never wanted to dance, with nobody but you—!“ sasha joined, jumping up and down like a child.

gotta love the enthusiasm.

it wasn’t long before the entire venue was alive, all screaming the same lyrics to the same song

it was electric.

you forgot what you were originally there for, not remembering until the six of you were in the bathroom, freshening up

“did you have fun?” mikasa combed her fingers through her hair, glancing at all of you through the mirror,

“are you kidding?” historia laughed, “i’m ecstatic about it!”

“life-changing!” sasha giggled, almost as if she was loopy, and ymir nodded, “it was pretty fun”

“not bad” that’s annie for: i had fun

“that’s better. . .” you let out a sigh as you stared at yourself in the mirror

all the excitement left you with a youthful glow, but the screaming left you looking like you hadn’t slept in five years

if you’re gonna be meeting eren and agency representatives, you’re gonna need to look decent

it wasn’t long after you chugged a bunch of water, and fixed your appearance, that sasha was already dragging you towards the door

“okay! let’s go backstage—i can smell the food from here!”

“why are you always hungry?”

as soon as you walked into the room, reps were already flooding mikasa; it wasn’t long before they turned their attention to you

your friends left you alone to converse with them, and you’d scheduled a couple castings before skipping up to your friends—who was talking to the band—holy shit, they’re looking at you.

deadass, they all just stopped whatever they were doing and looked at you—maybe it was because you so hard to ignore when you were literally beaming

“hi! i’m [y/n]! i’m friends with them!”

“oh, hey!” they all greeted, “nice to meet you”

all of you moved the ensuing conversation to a seating area in the corner.

seeing as there was no room left on the couch your friends decided to sit on, you plopped yourself down on the loveseat across from them

you started cursing yourself out the moment eren slid into the empty seat beside you—because of course he did

your heart was slamming against your rib cage, meanwhile, eren was chilling. your best effort to combat this was just pretending he didn’t exist

you looked around you.

it was crazy; they were just like the movies, so cool and laid back—or maybe it’s the drugs, you thought, cutting your eyes to eren, who was shamelessly rolling up on the glass table—already reminded of his existence

he glanced up at you, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “you smoke?”

“no—no, i don’t. but thank you” you clear your throat and force a chuckle.

“sure, princess” the nickname flowed from his lips so effortlessly; he already moved on, but you were still shocked about it.

your body was tense, but armin smiled at you sweetly as asked you a question, “you’re the same age as miki, right?”

you smiled upon hearing the nickname come from him

they must’ve been friends before, too

seemingly interested, connie asked follow-up questions, leaning his body towards you, “you in college? what’s your major?”

you nodded feverishly, telling them your major with a proud smile; they smiled back.

“got a partner?”

you could feel his burning gaze on you, and everyone who was once talking stopped to look at the brunette

his bandmates looked quite dissatisfied with him

mikasa’s weighty gaze burdened him, but eren didn’t seem to notice.

she sighed, and turned to you with a softer glance, “[n/n], you can come sit by me, if—“

“—no need to be like that” eren chuckled, lighting the blunt resting between his lips, “she’s hot, i’m not allowed to think that?”

jean crosses his arms, “yeah, but you don’t need to eye-fuck her, man”

“sorry,” he looked at you, “i’d say he’s not normally like this but. . .”

resting his arms behind you, eren leans back; you made the mistake of looking at him—of course, what you find is him staring back at you with those damn eyes of his

“. . .just returning the favor”

you tried to hide it, but you couldn’t deny how your body became rigid after he said that to you

did he really see that? that is so embarrassing—fuck

it was only worsened when you tried to explain yourself, only coming out as stammers

“i—i wasn’t—“

“—you never answered my question” you were humiliated, like a small girl underneath his gaze.

you cast your eyes down to your lap, “no. i don’t have one—a partner”

“good.” he leans towards you, shoulders touching yours; his breath was fanning against the shell of your ears

the leather beneath him made noise as he moved his hands; his calloused fingers graze the back of your neck and you shivered at this.

“so is it cool if i—“

“—pause.” ymir stood up, the sudden action gaining everyone’s attention

she walks toward you, and you seriously thought they were about to start boxing, “thanks for the hospitality.” thankfully, she just grabbed you—yanking you to your feet with a wild amount of force.

“but we’re leaving.”

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@butterfly-skinnylegend

@y-yinyang

[sunlightandsuffering]

MikaHisu is always a vibe. Hit us with it! 😚

RIGHT! I feel like Hisu is very sassy lol but it's kinda cute, she's all knowing Historia!

“I just wanted to know how it was going with Eren?”  “It’s not,” Mikasa tells her curtly, attempting to bury her nose in her textbook, “There’s nothing to discuss.”  Earnest blue eyes stare right into her soul from across the table, and the look on Historia’s face lets Mikasa know she’s not buying it in the least.

“That’s not what Sasha said…”  Damn it, Sasha! “What did she tell you?”  A triumphant smirk crawls up Historia’s pretty face, and there should be no place for it there. Historia with all the grace and poise of a long lost queen or a princess has no right to look that downright villainous. 

“Nothing in too much detail which is why I need answers from you sweet Mikasa.”  Inwardly she sighs in relief because that means she has nothing concrete, nothing to probe her about and it’s for the best. Mikasa isn’t sure she can take having one of Eren’s former lovers interviewing her about his current skills in bed, it’s already hard enough with Annie as it is.  “Well, you’re not going to get any detail from me, there’s nothing going on.”  “You’re not very nice you know, and after we wrote your list for you and everything.”  Mikasa glowers at her, and Historia frowns back, slumping in her chair a temper tantrum ensuing.  “All I want to know is how your love life is going, if you’ve secured your true love yet and what do I get in return? Nothing. Betrayal.”  “You’re so dramatic,” Mikasa shoots back, already ignoring her in favour of stealing back her highlighter, never one to let her stationary fall into the hands of unappreciative friends.  “It’s not fair though, I’ve been team Eren since the beginning, back when I was fucking him. I used to ask him when he was going to get the balls to start dating his roommate, and now you won’t even tell me your progress.”  Mikasa says nothing on the matter, talking about it anymore will only spur her on. Not to mention the little furious ball of rage and jealousy in the pit of her stomach, increasing with every reminder that Eren and Historia used to be a thing at all. 

Nonetheless, Historia continues, talking herself in circles, “Can you at least tell me why you’re so hung up on him. I’m team Eren and all, but I just don’t get it, I think you could do better. He’s a complete manwhore, for god’s sakes even I’ve screwed him and that’s saying something I’m not one to sleep around.”  Mikasa scowls at the reminder, the fact that her list was written with specific reference to Eren’s skills in bed was not lost on her, but she doesn’t need to be reminded.  Historia throws her hands up in mock surrender at Mikasa’s murderous glare, “I’m just saying Mimi, you could do so much better, Eren is just,” she makes a face, her whole mouth puckering up in disgust, “such a whore.” 

Mikasa sighs, resisting the urge to stab Historia in the eye with her sparkly pink gel pen, she already knows!

She shakes her violent urges off, physically shaking her head before responding, she shrugs, “He’s Eren, he’s just always been there for me, he’s dependable.”  “And really hot,” Historia supplies and Mikasa cracks a smile, “That too, but he’s just always been there, how could I not love him? I feel like I grew up doing it, the feelings were just always there.” 

“So, circumstance then?” Historia deduces and Mikasa huffs, “No.”  “Then what!” 

“I can’t explain it, he’s just it, always has been, probably always will be.” 

Historia shakes her head, the look on her face pitying, “Hate to break it you babe but that’s not love, it’s just circumstance.”  Mikasa resists the urge to growl, it’s not!If it was just circumstance, her feelings would have gone away the summer of the eleventh grade when Eren had gone away to summer camp a skinny little brat and come back with a voice that shook her bones and built like a fucking tree, a tree she very much wanted to climb. 

[salvatoreren]

guess who's back about to destroy her life once again for the sake of letting a few loose thoughts hereee

ANYWAYS SO MANY HAS HAPPENED IN THESE LAST FEW MONTHS AND HONESTLY IDK IF IT SHAPED ME OR ONLY TRAUMATIZED ME KJDFHGJ

apparently i like taylor swift now and me coming back for speak now tv to rant is proof of tha, I JS WANNA SAY IM SO SORRY FOR THAT I HATE TAYLOR SWIFT PHASE, she's literally my top artist now, im so sorry taylor, never again, i dont deserve you

oh and apparently i like game of thrones too, along with hot d which is actually good because my writing actually got better watching them do these deep ass dialogue, it was fun, im either team green or team black bcus imo they both suck, im team strong boys

OH AND I LIKE JJK NOW MOST SURPRISING THING IN 2023, LIKE IT WAS NEVER FOR ME YK? BUT IG IT'S BECAUSE I FORCED IT ON MYSELF WATCHING IT, anyways a megumi edit got me through it, which is rlly cool because he was the only reason i ever watched the series omg so yeah and even when the yk what happened in the manga happened I WAS SO SHOCKED, tbh it was only a matter of time OH AND I READ THE MANGA AND IM IN PAIN OKAY

JJK S2 IS OUT TOO! I APPARENTLY WATCHED THE LEAKED VERSION IDGHJKLJF, THE SUBS WERE WELL SOO UNHINGED MY GOD BUT OMG THE OP AND THE ENDING WAS SOO COOL, THE ENDING PARTICULARLY SOSO CHILL, also i used to think gojo was overrated which is imo true but seeing his thought processes in the manga in his past arc and so on made me change my perspective, what im saying is i actually love his CHARACTER

like hellooo no one is allowed to take youth's youth??? WHAT HAPPENED TO U BB WHO HURT U, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN HIS TIME IN HIS CLAN OR SMTH

i still love eren ofc that never changed, still in tokrev ig im working myself tirelessly on this fic and yeah totally not wanting to kms bcus of it, the ending was a double-edged sword and i liked it tbh but i do acknowledge it has its flaws and doesnt have the best ending, tokrev has so many loose ends, i wish wakui had an assistant to keep him on track like yo i think u forgot to mention this or resolved it and i wish he had more time to work on it but im very grateful for this series bcus it quite literally saved my life.

and yeah i havent gotten into much either i keep visiting my old fandoms bcus im safe with them and then i get burnt out bcus im bitching how it's not the same kjdhbsgj but i am watching shadow and bone it doesnt appeal to me much but hoping i will anways

YEAH IM BACK, cant exactly say ive changed lots either ig, i still dont see it, my character development is nonexistent, i do think my old self here needed to chil kjdshgkjhg, she hated everything and yeah that sucks but ik i lowk i have a changed perspective after actually seeing my friends after the quarrantine and all that, able to feel what human interaction is and it was fun and i touched grass and stared at the sun lots so yeah,

but im actually going to distance myself lotsss in tumblr now, like not interacting much with ppl so i dont get burn out and go batshit crazy, not that i did in the beginning but i always looked for smth to hate so it's all on me, im the problem, but yeah doing it so i dont get burn out and leave again and totally going to have lots of breaks with it

[for-fvckssake]

“now you're just being mean for the sake of it! god, you're so hot…” he starts complaining but his tone quickly morphs into a playful purr while making sure to rile your shirt up again, one hand holding the fabric up to your chest while the other traces invisible shapes against your tummy.

eren keeps staring up at you with a dopey smile for a little longer before chuckling and kissing your jaw a few times as a silent thanks. Sometimes he just couldn’t help himself from laughing at how easy to please you’ve made him. all you needed to do sometimes was use the right nickname and he’d be wrapped around your fingers in a second, no questions asked.

he reluctantly pulls away from you to let you change and do the same himself, putting on a pair of black sweatpants and an oversized shirt before turning back to you to hold your hand and finally start the short walk towards his most needed rest.

The room isnt really that big, nothing compared to the ones you have at home but neither of you care about that, really. the only thing important right now is the couch and how your fiancé just straight up plops down on it, petting his chest as he waits for you to do the same.

-Renren <3333

i roll my eyes and laugh, yet again smiling while i watch your hands on my torso with a low hum. “you’re such a dork, handsome.” i say, leaning into you to accept the kisses with a giggle.

i watch you get dressed again, reaching forward and smacking your ass as you tug up the sweatpants, before looking away and feigning innocence.

“‘m comin old man, ‘m comin.” i say, walking over and laying down on you, my head resting on your chest as i listen to your heartbeat. “i love you old man, sleep well.”

[sintiva]

lust so pure..// priest!eren x blackfem!reader

summary: the neighborhood priest also happens to be the neighborhood pervert, but solely for you

contents & warnings: chubby reader, eren is a fucking pervert, kinda stalker themes (?)), suggestive content, male masturbation, mentions of corruption

notes: this is the prologue (for better lack of terms) to a full fic

priest!eren who creeps on you while you're gardening early in the morning. 5:30 am — sharp. your tits are out your ass is out and he can see your pussy print from your shorts. you would think he’s a fucking vampire the way he keeps his house dark. the yellow light from his bathroom floods his room, and a butterscotch candle that you gifted him, sits atop his dresser. the fire from the candle flickers against the muscles of his back, and it makes him hot. but it’s not the only thing that’s got him steaming.as he fiddles with his vest in his hands, his back is bare and he’s focusing on you gardening; pulling weeds, and digging the soil as you transfer pansies and lilies to the plot. way too focused, like he’s giving service.

priest!eren who sits on his recliner right by his window so he doesn’t have to stand up to creep on you. it’s tiring trying to get a view of you from every angle. he focuses his eyes when you stand up and bend over to pat the rest of the soil around the plants. your ass jiggles, the fat of it spills from the bottom of those nonexistent shorts you have on. “baby phat” spreads across the back of the shorts, and the bedazzled letters sparkle from the rising sun. if he squints real hard he can see the sweat leading down your back. he can see simple sweat lines going down the curve of your pussy, and down to the wet patch of your crotch. he mumbles a quiet “fuck” cause he’s staring so hard, and his dicks talking to him.

priest!eren who sits on his recliner right by his window so he doesn’t have to stand up to creep on you. it’s tiring trying to get a view of you from every angle. he focuses his eyes when you stand up and bend over to pat the rest of the soil around the plants. your ass jiggles, the fat of it spills from the bottom of those nonexistent shorts you have on. “baby phat” spreads across the back of the shorts, and the bedazzled letters sparkle from the rising sun. if he squints real hard he can see the sweat leading down your back. he can see simple sweat lines going down the curve of your pussy, and down to the wet patch of your crotch. he mumbles a quiet “fuck” cause he’s staring so hard, and his dicks talking to him.

priest!eren who smiles to himself when you get on your knees and bend down once more to pull the last few remaining weeds. what a crooked fuck. you look really nice in that position. at this point of his creepinp, he’s hard as fuck. it’s not right for him to be preying on his neighbor like this, but he can’t resist. he wants to fuck you with those shorts, pull the fabric all the way up till the thin liner disappears between your fat pussy lips. you’ve been fucking with him. you either know it or you don’t. you’re either aware of how you make him sweat under his clothes. or you just really don’t think you’re able to arouse him like that. he’s a priest for god’s sake you didn’t think he’d be into the silly flings and quick fucks. 

priest!eren who sighs heavily. he can’t think of anything that will make his boner go away. fucking nothing. he palms himself. regretting his actions — not really though. no other women got his dick dripping and staining his underwear. he’s cursing himself in his room. upset that you make his dick so wet, if anything he despises you for it. why were you so promiscuous? why do you make sinning feel so good and why does he want to corrupt a sweet little minx like you so fucking bad. you make everything look so fucking sexy. the way you walk, the way you talk. how you flaunt yourself. how you’re so sweet to the priest across the street, cause you think he’s the finest man you ever laid eyes on. the feelings are somewhat mutual. he thinks you’d have the sweetest pussy to abuse. l

priest!eren who pulls his pants down and curses even more. his dick blushes, a deep red. it’s big and slaps his stomach when he pulls his underwear down. a loud ‘thwack’. his dick is hot to the touch and the pre cum that trickles out of his tip is hotter. he’s cursing you and your name. bucking his hips up into his hand, stroking his dick how he thinks you would when you wrap your hand around him. he cums real hard when he’s done. such a young man like himself has so much pent-up stress and sexual frustrations that he cums so much. a creamy release so unwanted. now he has to clean himself, and his hand that’s covered in so much cum. he’s fuming as he gets dressed. a fine young man with so much pent-up frustrations. he just wants you to help him, and become his. 

priest!eren who rolls out of his garage in his matte black mercedes cla coupe. he rolls down the window as he pulls out in front of your house, and clears his throat. “you coming to church today?” his words make you jump and everything on your body jiggles when you turn around. “good morning to you too.” you roll your eyes and pull your gloves off as you approach his car. he’s in his usual clothing. black slacks a black turtle neck. a cross necklace sits around his neck, he has rings on almost all his fingers and his tattoo creeps up from his neck and curls back behind his ear. he’s more of the progressive type. 

“you know i’m not into church.” you say for the umpteenth time. he always asks; he doesn’t leave his residence without doing so. he thinks you need it. you need to learn how to be more modest,  cover yourself up so that horny eyes like his own can’t get a look at what will soon be his. it takes a creep to know that there are more unwelcoming eyes that fall upon you. “maybe you should think about it.” he looks you up and down one more time. cursing — again. 

your thighs swallow up those fucking shorts. you ass looks so fucking good. he can see it from the front. he’s thinking about it. thinking about many things while he thinks about those hips getting abused in a vice grip. taking you from the back, “you should really think about it.” his eyes are low. fucking animalistic. you don’t even know what this priest thinks of you. you don’t even know that he dirtied his favorite pair of black slacks because of you. 

his eyes almost pop out of his head as your tits spill over the top of his window. “they’re up here.” you point to your eyes and lower your head so he can see you. big beads of sweat roll down your forehead and every crevice of your body he can see. “if you wake up to garden, you can come to church.” 

“it sounds like you're in my business.” you suck your teeth and place your hands on your waist. “maybe you need me to be.” he smirks and rolls his window back up as he waves his hand. “you should think about coming one day, they’d love you.” they as in him and his relentless fucking dick. he’s thinking with his dick. driving off the exhaust low and pleasing to the ear. “what a fucking priest.” you sigh and you heart flutters. you like him. his attitude. makes you swoon, real hard. 

[slut4mika]

𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑…

➳ 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 - 𝘧𝘵. 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳.

#TAGS!? - angst. afab!fem! reader. toxic! eren. dubious consent. unhealthy depictions of romantic relationships. praise. breeding.

#NOTE!? - this is so not proofread oops 😭 anyways this should Not have turned angsty i just thought toxic!eren was hot but then it turned sad so SORRY AB THAT LMFAO fluff fics coming soon (maybe)

"you're such a piece of shit," you spit, hitting eren's chest with every word, delivering an especially hard shove at the last word, "you can't keep doing this to me" all you wanted was to get high out of your mind while watching a dumb horror movie, but eren just had to bring up your date with armin. "for fuck's sake eren, we aren't even dating"

"doesn't mean you can just give it up for my best friend. like what the fuck? now what? you're riding his dick 24/7?" he still manages to keep his nonchalance, in fact chuckling at the thought of you even with another guy. "so you can go behind my back while we are in an actual relationship, you get to stick your dick in anyone that wants it, but the second i go on a date with a guy after you broke up with me its the end of the fucking world?" you can hardly believe how fucking ridiculous it sounds out loud. eren doesn't say anything, the look on his face tells you everything you need to know. his eyebrow was cocked slightly and there was a ghost of a smile on his stupid fucking perfect lips. "you think this is fucking funny?" you chuckle in utter disbelief, turning away from him as you blink tears away from your eyes.

you cross your arms and look around the room, doing anything to keep your eyes off his awful, beautiful face. why don't you just tell him to leave? you think, but you know why. "come on baby," you feel his arms wrap around your waist, his lips brushing against your neck, "i know you like this thing we got. i know you miss me, pretty girl. otherwise you wouldn't have let me come over, hm? you wouldn't let me touch you like this" you can feel his smile on your neck as you shiver at the sensation of his hands traveling maybe a little too far than the situation should have allowed. he cups your breasts in his big, calloused hands, his thumb rubbing your mounds gently as he would your hand when he used to hold it. "i hate you so fucking much" you whisper between moans as eren pulls and rolls your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. he laughs mockingly, "yeah?" and you know he wants it to be mean and yet you let him move one of his hands into your shamefully soaked panties, "say that again" his ring finger slowly circled your pulsing clit and he grinned at how positively wet you were just from arguing from him. what did he say, huh? "i h-hate- fuck i hate you" you could hardly string three words together, the only thing you hated more than eren was the way you fell apart for him so easily.

"so pretty, always so cute drooling over just my fingers... baby i haven't even put them in yet" he laughs as if he is so innocent. he thinks it's funny, he thinks its cute to toy with you. and you let him. because even though he is such a dick, god he's so fucking hot right now. "eren stop just- you're such a tease" your thighs subconsciously rub together, trapping his hand between your legs. "what? you want me? what do you want princess?" he knows what you want but what he really wants is for you to say it.

"you know eren just- please touch me" you halfheartedly beg, wishing he'll take it but of course, he knows you like the back of his hand. "touch you? where?" he teases, fingers feathering gently over your hardened nipples once again, "here? or maybe... you want something filthier?" his hand snakes up to you neck, letting it rest there before he squeezes it lightly. you whimper, biting your lip to hide your excitement. "oh you liked that, didn't you?" you shake your head as you look down in shame - you're lying to yourself. his grip on you tightened and your pussy did the same, pulsing and twitching at the action. "i know you want me angel, just say it and i'll give you want i know you want so badly" he pouts meanly as he grips your neck, as if you were just a toy. you couldn't take it anymore. "e-eren please! want it... want you" you choke out, your chest rising and falling, as if it was begging with you. he lets go of the grasp on your neck but not before giving it an extra squeeze. you turn around frantically, going in to kiss him quickly. he refuses to break the kiss while he walks you to the couch, accidentally bumping into the coffee table and you think you hear something fall and maybe even break but you couldn’t care less. he lays you down, hooking his fingers on your shorts and panties to discard of both of them. he leaves a gentle kiss on your calf which contrasted to the harsh way he pried around your legs and spitting so meanly on your clit, watching his saliva slide down your slit. he smirks when you shiver at the action, trying to press your thighs together from embarassment. "don't get shy on me now, pretty girl, let me take care of you" you do your best to hide how obviously flustered but eren saw right through you. "so wet for me. who's got you so worked up huh?" before you can even reply, he licks a long stripe up your folds and grinning. his mouth then latches on your clit, suckling it and tongue swirling around it as your mouth falls open. "fuck..." you whisper, head lulling back as your hand tangles into his hair. he laps up at your drooling slit while one of his hands comes up to tease your nipples and rolling them between his pointer finger and thumb.

"love this pussy so much, tastes so fucking good baby" he moans as he inserts a finger, awing at how easily it slides in. your facial expressions said it all, this man eats you out like a fucking god. finding it harder and harder to not grind on his face, you opt to run a hand through his tied up hair and when you pull it you feel the vibrations rush up your body from his groans. "eren- god please don't stop" the feeling of his tongue flicking at your clit, sucking and swiping as you cry out for him was too much for only, what? a couple minutes? your thighs begin to press against the sides of his head and he laughs when you find yourself subconciously doing what you were too embarassed to do before. "practically riding my face princess," he laughed, maliciously curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot you so desperately were wishing he'd hit, "feel that good huh?" you could hardly stand how cocky he was but you're too lost in him to come up with a witty retort. you nod, hand in his hair coming up to cover your mouth to hide the quiet chanting of his name, but he knows you better than that. "come on, wanna see that pretty face when you cum" you hesitantly remove your hand, letting him watch you while you play with your tits. he never lets you break eye contact, staring into your eyes especially when you gush all over his face, shaking and grinding into him as you chase your high.

he comes up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his wet lips. as you unbuckle his belt to take his cock out, he peppers kisses up and down your neck, moaning when you give him a few strokes before aligning it to your clenching cunt.

“fuck so- so tight god,” he says, sinking into your pussy, cock disappearing in your plush walls, “just like that baby shit” you hate how he’s inside you, you hate how you let him do this but most of all you hate how he looks so in love with you. “oh god fuck” you moan and you think that maybe you hate how big his dick more than that lovesick look in his eyes, because damn, eren makes hard not to go practically cross eyed. any plan to exude your hatred was immedietly halted when your hand flies to your clit, fingers circling your clit frantically. "that's it angel make yourself feel good" he sighs, shamelessly moaning and squeezing his eyes shut. his hands shake as he grips your hips practically fucking you on his cock. your back arches off of the couch, nails clawing at his forearm. you wrap your legs around his back, begging him for some sort of intimacy and he thinks to himself that maybe its time to let you have this one thing. you can hardly think about the aftermath of your mistakes as your nails dig into his back, all you can afford yourself to think about is how fucking good his cock feels pistoning into your poor cunt. "eren fuck- gonna cum eren pleasepleaseplease," you cry out for him and you hold him close as you cream around him with your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "that's right, cum on my cock," he grits, feeling his own orgasm approach at just the sight of your fucked out face, "look so beautiful crying baby fuck you're so perfect, my perfect angel"

he always loved how dumb you got, how drunk you got off of him. but more than that, he had always adored how you came back to him every time. it didnt matter if you believed him or not, if he treated you well or not. as long as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear when he cums, as long as you feel likes he finally wants you even for just a second - "oh shit princess 'm gonna f-fucking cum, gonna give you my babies god fuck, want you to have my fucking babies" - he knows you will come back. so when he spills his seed in you, that stupid, stupid grin lies on his lips and his lies rest on his tongue just as they always had. and you know it.

slut4mika© do not modify and repost my works on ANY platform.

[erwinscrybaby]

𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧.

male character x f!reader. nsfw/dark content. doggy style, creampie, implied student+professor relationship, char is against any kind of porn, age gap (ten years), manipulation, coercion.

note: i'm not against sex workers! just took the idea from my bf's opinion about it lol. also, i thought about many guys while writing it and couldn't decide between risotto nero (i feel he's be sooo anti porn), hajime and eren hcdsvgx

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By dating you, a college girl ten years younger, he wished he was fucking some sense into your air head. He had talked with you about how dangerous it is to go around selling lewd pictures of your naked, hot, delicious body. It isn’t as cool as your friends make it seem, it has consequences and a good and smart girl like you should not think about it as a simple option of getting easy money, if that’s what you’re afraid of. You should not think about opening an account on OnlyFans.com just for fun at all; you should not think about uploading videos of you masturbating in front of the camera he uses to record his online classes.

He has told you that if you can’t follow this simple rule—don’t fucking mess with pornography while dating him—he was going to break up and let you do what you want to do.

So, when he finds not only those kind of videos on his SD card, but also sexy lingerie photosets that had as the scenario his bed, he feels the bitter feeling of betrayal—but also can’t help the erection in his trousers, the hand stroking his length over the fabric. Fuck you and your pretty voice and body doing a great job at the JOI video that does not seem to him only.

It is fucking disgusting, as a man that disagrees a hundred percent with pornography and its tricks, the fact he has to admit you’d be a damn star. If he were a teenager, he’d absolutely jerk off hearing your voice every day and put your pictures on his door.

Yet, he can’t let things like this.

In a matter of minutes you’re on your hands and knees, ass up, as his palm slowly caresses it, the bruise of his hand still there. His hands don’t smack you anymore, but your legs are shaky, your body is weak just with the thought of receiving one more slap. His hand is as heavy as his dick fucking you painfully slow, asking you a lot of questions you don’t seem to understand.

“You’re more stupid than I thought before, hm, little girl?” His words are sharp, but his touch is careful, soft. With a buck of his hips, hard enough to have your tears filled up with tears once more, he continues. “Did you want me to break up with you? Being a slut like this. I thought you were so smart, despite finding the idea of being a porn star something cool.”

His hands find your breasts and he presses them together, leaning over you a little more. You squirm and look back at him, panting, with parted lips, tongue poking out of your mouth. Oh, and eyes full of tears, cheeks wet with it. You did that face when you put that tentacle dildo into your cunt, didn’t you?

How could he fucking forget the videos you’ve accidentally recorded on his camera?

“N-no, just wanted to see if…” You answer him for the first time—finally! He knew you’re not that dumb, for god’s sake. He pushes himself into you once more and you gasp before finishing your sentence. “If I’d look pretty.”

“Disappointing, sweetheart,” he replies with a groan. “Nothing I say about you enters your stupid brain, am I right? You don’t believe when I say you’re the prettiest girl, my fuck doll. You don’t believe when I say porn isn’t that nice for girls, especially with psychological issues. Finger that tight cunt when I’m not at home as you’re trying to convince me you can be a good little porn slut.”

“Sorry,” you manage to babble, squeezing your eyes when he thrusts especially hard, his length reaching deep into you. You can’t properly think—yes, you’re feeling guilty, yes, you’re feeling stupid. But apologizing is the only thing you can do.

“When I don’t let you cum, is for your own good, you know it, baby?” He whispers, his pace even harder as he ignores your gaze, your silent beg for him to touch your aching clit.

It’s so good when he fucks you, his tip rubbing your g-spot for a few moments then leaving, just to restart the cycle, but not enough to make you cum.

“Gotta fuck some sense into your brain. You’re so good at college, why can’t you be good to me? Forget about that camgirl idea. If you need money, I can give it to you,” he mumbles, never stopping his thrusts, his stroke on your skin. You’re so weak, so broken that he’s sure he can make you promise you’ll never make an account on Patreon or OnlyFans. Such a fool young girl—just take some hard dick and he can control every centimeter of your manipulable brain. “If you feel like trying exhibitionism, you know I’d fuck you for any friend of yours, or even my friends. Doesn’t need to expose your body on internet, hm? Am I wrong?”

“Let me… cum, please?” You beg, mumbling, throat aching as you try to speak louder. “I do anything for you, just make me cum.”

“Hm? Anything?”

See? That’s what he was talking about. You’re such a horny girl, ready to do anything just to cum. But he can’t—what kind of responsible man would he be if he doesn’t fulfill his words and promises and punishments?

“Promise me you’re not going to make a profile on those websites,” he groans. “Just need this and I can fill you up, make you my cumslut.”

“Yes, yes, yes, just cum inside me” you nod multiple times, sobbing. He’s sure your mind is so dizzy you can’t even understand what he is saying. He doesn’t care, though. Just need the ‘yes’, no matter how he made you say it. So, he’s glad when you say this. For the first time, he doesn’t pull out when his orgasm hits, filling your cunt with his seed, fucking it even deeper as he struggles to stay still.

“Good. You’re so good.”

Now, the only thing that could ever make him break up with you is gone—if you want to, you’re staying with him forever.

[ficsforeren]

Oh my GOD YANDERE KNIGHT EREN 😱😱😱 YOU DONT KNOW HOW MY INTEREST FOR THE SEQUEL JUST ROSE THROUGH THE ROOF ANDDDD its not just the potential sexiness but I JUST LOVE INTERESTING CHARACTER NARRATIVES MAN!!! Like dark characters are so interesting (BIG reason why I fell hard for Eren) and I have a feeling this direction for Knight really could have the potential to parallel him more with Canon Eren omg...! Also i DID catch that dark edge to him in the first part... although is it strange I caught it whenever they get physical? But yeah its there and I cant wait to see that explored more 😊😊😊❤️❤️

I'M GLAD YOU THINK THE SAME WAY!!!! Sandra and I have been talking about yandere knight eren for DAYS like the concept of him going all out to protect his princess is just ugh so hot

AND YES THERE WILL BE SO MANY CANON-LIKE MOMENTS I PROMISE YOU! Even more than what I've written in Part 1. I'll probably even quote some dialogues from canon this time 😏

Well, I mean, knight eren is already a baby yandere in The Secrets Between Us. If you take a look at these scenes:

he might sound hot, true, but this is like a huge yandere red flag bruh. the possessiveness, the obsession, especially the part where he gets so aggressive whenever someone else touches his princess... I'm just going to take this side of him to the next level where he will become even more aggressive to the point he's gonna hurt other people for her sake 😏😏😏

he's still going to be super sweet to princess though. like I said, I hate the idea of Eren being toxic to his partner. He's gonna be super toxic in this fic toward everyone else but he's gonna be his usual sweet self when he's with princess.

[nymphbnny]

perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.6k

tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.

synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.

a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3

“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.

“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.

He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.

“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.

***

The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.

Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.

I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.

Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”

“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.

“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.

“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.

“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?

I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.

The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.

Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.

“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.

“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.

I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”

I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”

“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.

Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.

“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.

“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.

***

“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.

“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”

Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?

“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.

“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.

“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.

“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.

I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-

A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.

It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.

“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.

“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.

What am I doing with myself?

***

The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.

Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?

After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.

He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.

“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.

I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.

My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.

“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.

I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”

I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”

“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.

His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.

We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.

Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.

He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.

“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.

He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.

My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.

“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.

Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.

He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.

“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.

“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”

“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”

I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.

He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.

“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.

I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.

I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.

“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“

“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.

As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”

[papijean]

EMBARRASMENT J.K.

Summary: Jean was thankful for your aid, not so much about the interruptions he faced. 

Warning: mentions of blood, fluff, 

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: hope everyone is having a good day :) 

"This is completely embarrassing."

"It really wasn't until you said something about it."

As much as Jean acted like he despised being taken care of, he truly adored it - especially when it was coming from you. His front always made him appear as if having someone care about him was the worst thing in the world. On the inside, his heart muddled when you offered to help him out.

Maybe the reason he hated it so much was because it showed he was prone to failure and not consistently the best. Maybe he hated it because it made him feel weak. Either way, his wounds need to be cleaned up before they got worse. He didn't heal like Eren did.

It was a stupid incident ending far worse than it was supposed to. Jean's injuries weren't bad, but you couldn't say the same about the other Cadet. One training session gone wrong all because of the male superiority of trying to figure out who was better through a fight. Jean won, barely.

He sat on his bed in the empty barracks. His shirt off so you could clean the cut on his back. A loud wince came out of him when the damp cloth dragged over the wound.

"Stop being such a baby," you rolled your eyes at him, "you did this to yourself." Jean always felt the need to prove himself, always needing to prove he could be the best there was. Maybe one day even better than the Captain himself. If that was his goal, he had a long journey ahead of him.

"Doesn't mean you have to be so rough with me," he grumbled. There were several other bruises and scratches on his skin, none of them bad enough to need attention but just enough to make you think about how much damage he did to himself. He pushed himself too hard sometimes.

"Maybe I like to be," you joked. Jean's cheeks flushed red at your comment. He was thankful you couldn't see him. Nonetheless, your chuckle didn't help his situation. Jean was weary enough about being shirtless around you, he didn't need these comments to make everything worse. Not when there were already nights he couldn't stop thinking about you.

You set aside the small bowl of now bloody water you used to clean his wound. It wasn't deep but he was certainly going to need to watch it so he didn't get an infection. Knowing him, he'd forget all about it until it was too late.

"You didn't have to help me," Jean was quiet.

"I know," you pushed yourself off the bed to grab the alcohol that was a little too far away for you to reach in your spot. Moving meant you got to face him, and the lingering blush on his cheeks. "But I wanted to. Besides," you paused, looking down his torso and strong arms before meeting his eyes again, "I like the view."

Jean let go of a breath as he felt the bed dip again. You sat closer to him this time, close enough that he could feel your thigh against his lower back and your warm breath against his skin. A clean cloth was doused in alcohol to finish cleaning his cut. Without warning, you firmly pressed it against his raw skin.

"Ah!" He groaned out. Jean's hand shot out, without thinking he clamped his fingers around your leg and squeezed his pain away. His grip was bruising, though you probably deserved it after not giving him a warning. "Christ, that hurt."

He became acutely aware of his hand on your leg. His grip on you loosened but he quickly became fearful of moving his hand away from you. Moving meant you would notice if you hadn't yet.

His palm burned through the thick layer of your pants right into your skin and spread through your body. Jean's touch was out of instinct and yet you couldn't get the thought out of your head about how damn good those hands would feel elsewhere. Everywhere.

For a lingering moment, you were both caught in your own thoughts. You were the first to break it. Standing up, his hand fell off your leg and moved back to his lap. A clean, white bandage threatened to be crushed between your hands. While Jean stared at the floor, you placed it on his cut, finishing your aid with him.

"That's it," you broke the silence. Jean looked up at you with desperate eyes. Desperate to pull you close, desperate to see just how you really felt against him. "Clean it every day, you'll be fine."

A small cut you hadn't noticed before was on his cheek. A purple bruise was beginning to form around it and you were sure it came from a heavy punch. Without thinking your hand went to the cut. It wasn't bad, a few speckles of blood around it but nothing he couldn't handle on his own.

The pad of your thumb swiped just below the wound. While your eyes were glued to the small cut, he couldn't take his off the concern on your face. Jean felt awestruck looking up at you from his bed. He nearly melted as the same hand looking over his wound cupped his cheek entirely.

Fuck it.

Jean grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. The sudden jerk caused you to tumble onto him and having you both fall on the hard mattress. He gave you no chance to give him hell before his lips were on yours.

His kiss was hesitant, soft like he was waiting for you to peel yourself off of him and give him shit. Without needing to think you pressed further against him. You could feel his lips curl into a smile as your kiss deepened.

His hands grabbed your thighs once more, the intensity of his heat cranked up and instantly making your entire body hot. Jean flipped you around, having your head fall against his pillow. He hovered over you, his bare chest heaving with adrenaline.

"That's one way to thank me, I suppose." Jean chuckled only for a moment, not wanting to stay away from your lips. He adored how your hands trailed across his body - his chest, his shoulder, admiring the muscles on his arms before cupping his face and pulling him closer to you.

"God, I fucking adore you," Jean confessed. His lips trailed along your jaw, your neck, everywhere your skin showed. He nearly collapsed as a breathy moan broke past you when hitting a sensitive patch on your neck. Jean's teeth scrapped against the spot, desperate to get another sound of you. Instead, your fingers threaded into his hair and gave it a harsh tug.

He nipped and sucked at the spot, grinning against you as you whined and wrapped your leg around him. With your heel pressing into him, he lowered himself towards you. His lips were back to yours, desperate for your touch, your taste, everything about you.

"Jean, I-"

"Oh for fucks sake."

You swore your heart nearly burst out of your chest at the voice. Out of anyone who could have entered the room, of course, it had to be your Captain. Levi stood in the doorway, a shameful look on his face. Anyone but him. Hell, you'd take Eren bursting in over Levi. Heat crawled up your neck for an entirely different reason.

"Captain," Jean's voice cracked.

"Get off, (L/N), Cadet. Christ..." Levi dragged a hand down his face. Jean fumbled away from you and did as he was told. The two of you stood up, disheveled and embarrassed, but managed to pull a salute towards your Captain. "Get dressed. Now. You're needed."

Levi said nothing else before leaving. He shook his head on his way out the door, partly amused, partly grossed out. Either way, you'd never seen Jean's face so red in his entire life before.

"That did not just happen," he muttered out, petrified from the experience. Jean looked over to you and became even more horrified at the smile on your face. Were you seriously entertained by the embarrassment? "What the hell are you smiling about."

"Don't worry, Kirschtein," you met his shaky eyes, "you're quite the kisser."

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You and Jean found yourselves in a crowded room with your fellow cadets. While the pink in Jean's cheek was unlikely to go away anytime soon, you couldn't get the feeling of his hands against you out of your mind. Whatever the hell the Commander was going over, you weren't paying attention to any of it.

To make matters worse, Jean's gaze was constantly going back to you and the Captain kept noticing. It was pretty obvious your mind was in the gutter and not on the task at hand.

How long did Jean want to do that? How long was this pent-up desire going on? By the neediness of his touch, you assumed it was a while. God, his touch, his hands, his lips against yours. Of course, the Captain had to ruin something so god damn perfect. It was too long you were longing for that moment.

A sinister chuckle came from your side. Connie's hand covered his mouth but it was clear he was struggling to keep quiet. The louder he got, the more eyes turned towards him. Jean met your eyes from across the room. It didn't take him long to realize why Connie was in a fit of laughter.

Your neck was tinged purple and a distinct bite mark could be seen from where he was standing. Connie was getting a front-row view. His eyes darted to Jean and upon seeing his expression, could no longer even try to hold back his laughter. Everyone in the room went silent.

"Captain was right!" Connie caught his breath. He pointed towards the mark on your neck. With all eyes on you, you felt yourself cowering in. Never in your life did you want to be somewhere else. "Jean finally gets some and immediately gets cockblocked."

A loud smack cut off Connie's laughing. Without a thought, your hand went up to smack the back of his head as loud as you could with the space you had. It shut him up pretty damn quick. Reiner, who stood beside Jean, not-so-subtly patted his shoulder. Everyone saw how he lusted after you.

"Enough," the Commander cut everyone's disruption off. Your glare at Levi did absolutely nothing to phase him. Truth was, he just found it more entertaining. That's what you got for showing up late to a meeting. "Stay on track, enough fooling around."

"Yeah, (Y/N)," Connie nudged your side, only earning another slap to the back of his head.

You still didn't know the purpose of the meeting or what was discussed by the time it was over. Thankfully, it didn't seem too important. Your brave face of holding back any embarrassment crumbled the moment you left the room. It wasn't like you were ashamed, just more so it being your Captain finding you and spreading the tale.

You made it to the bathroom, eager for a splash of cold water to hit your steaming skin. Jean certainly didn't hold back with his mark on you. You stared at it in the mirror.

The door creaked open. Assuming it was just someone to use the bathroom just like you, you didn't think much of it.

"I'm sorry." The voice caught your attention. Jean was leaning against the wall, his arms over his chest. If he didn't leave that mark on you, you wouldn't have been flustered in front of everyone. He was too caught up in the moment to think about what was next. "I didn't want to embarrass you."

"Embarrassed?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. It was the last thing you were. Frustrated was more like it. "You're giving me less credit than I'm worth, Kirstein. If you think Levi spilling what happened is going to get me bothered you don't know me too well. It's not like he saw me naked."

"I-I," Jean stuttered out. He couldn't move or speak as you approached him. He was horrified, even after all his friends told him he was doing good with you. Having you calm came as a bit of a shock. Even more so, he was worried he lost every other chance with you because of the interruption.

"You what?" Your finger dipped under his chin so he would look at your eyes instead of your neck. "Tell me, Jean, do you wanna kiss me again?"

He didn't hesitate this time. Jean gave you no warning, no confirmation, just the grasping of your face and the softness of his lips. What a stupid question, of course, he wanted to kiss you again, and again, and again until his lips were swollen and his lungs burned for air. That entire damn meeting all he could think about was your kiss.

Your back pressed against the cool tile as he trapped you in once more. Neither of you cared about being in a public washroom as his hands untucked your shirt and caressed your sides. His kiss was more confident this time, he wasn't worried about you having regret, he was worried about fulfilling your needs.

His teeth nipped at your lip as he pulled away for a breath of air. Jean loved the feeling of your hands in his hair, even more so when you used his strands to encourage him back to you.

"You can't be fucking serious."

Not again.

It was Ymir who stood in the doorway, eyes glued to Jean's body pressed against yours. Was this how the Captain felt earlier today? Disgusting. Maybe this time you deserved it. This was, after all, a washroom for the entire 104th cadets. There was nothing private about your situation.

"Hey, Ymir," your voice was a little too steady for what was going on. Ymir wanted to gag at how casually you were for being walked in on a second time in one day. Your head peaked around Jean's shoulder, his body protecting your crumpled garments from peering eyes. "We, uh, we just-"

"Getting it on in a bathroom?" She made a disgusted face. "Thought you had more class than that, Jean. Guess I was wrong. Now get the fuck out."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jean nodded towards the girl. He latched onto your hand and pulled you out of the bathroom and towards the barracks. His confidence of being able to have a moment of peace with you was dwindling by the second. Back to the barracks meant your friends would all be there, anywhere else ran the risk of running into a veteran again.

God did he wish he had his own private room.

"Jean," you gave his arm a tug to slow him down. The hallway was empty, even if it was just for a minute or two. Your free hand cupped his cheek. "I adore you, too," you never got the chance to tell him earlier before Levi walked in. You placed a single kiss on his lips, sealing your words.

"Maybe I should get injured more often," he toyed. If you helped out with every cut and scrape he received, he'd surely get all the kisses he wished for. You smacked his chest at the idea. This wound wasn't even a bad one and you were still worried about him.

"Don't forget Jean, I'm a lot better at kicking ass than I am at kissing."

[ourmondobongo]

Levihan in "Interesting things about Falcon mythology"

So, I was rereading SnK for the sake of my chap 136 analysis, and now I think my brain has stopped working lmao. I'm 99,99% sure this is kinda CRAZY. But it's interesting. (And idk if someone already noticed this too or similar myths, but if so send it to me, please!)

In Egypt Mythology:

The right eye of a falcon represents the sun and the left eye is the moon. This for God Horus. (Also associated with God Ra)

"The right eye of Horus was the sun or morning star, representing power and quintessence, and the left eye was the moon or evening star, representing healing. "

"Quintessence is the fifth and highest element in ancient and medieval philosophy that permeates all nature and is the substance composing the celestial bodies. The essence of a thing in its purest and most concentrated form."

Seth is a God whose form is made of all kinds of animals.

In a fight with Seth, Horus’s left eye was damaged—this being a mythical explanation of the moon’s phases— and was healed by the God Thoth. 

Levi has only his left eye (moon). Hange had only right eye (sun). Zeke had the Beast Titan (titan with power of turning into all kinds animals)

Horus, then, would be both Levi and Hange. Seth is Zeke.

Thoth (who cured Horus after fighting Seth) is also the god of the moon, of reckoning, of learning, and of writing. (Yams lol)

Chapter 125 is named "Sunset".

You know what the Sunset is?! An "eternal" moment in between, where (if you pay attention) Sun and Moon can be seen shining together before the darkness takes over.

In Sunset, we have finally Hange and Levi back after 84 years disappeared!

But wait, they disappeared in chapter 115, right? And so, up to chapter 125, it took 10 months to bring them back. (Is that a "birth of something?")

In chapter 126, together, Levi and Hange convince Pieck and Magath to help to stop the Rumbling.

We could say Horus has both eyes back...

SnK volume 32 has its 1st and 4th chapters named "Night of the End" and "The Dawn of Humanity."

In the cover, Levi (moon) is not present, but we have the "in-between" moment. The Sunset* again.

And Hange (sun) literally looks like the sun in the center, as all the weapons make "sunbeams" around her.

During the 04 chapters of this volume Levi barely appears. Which also explains he not visually in the cover.

Hange, however, is a pillar for plans, reunions and the preparations for humanity's last hope. (Like a real Sun...)

In chap. 127 (Night of the End), Hange "mediates" everyone's nerves. Enemies become allies.

In chap. 130 (The Dawn of Humanity) Hanji, defines that their team is going to try stop Eren. We have literally the sunrise there.

In Chapter 132, Wings of Freedom, we have the undeniable eyes and SC wings parallels. (You must have already seen them around in other posts...)

Levi says to "Devote your heart" using his hand over Hange's heart. (Like he is dedicating his to her).

Hange saves everyone while BURNING BRIGHT AND HOT LIKE THE SUN, MTFCK!

God Thoth, who cured Horus left eye after he fought Seth, "weighed the hearts of the deceased at their judgment and reported the result to the presiding god, Osiris, and his fellow judges."

Hange died using her wings to fight for freedom, and met her fallen comrades. Erwin says she did well. Her friends help her. So her "judgment/sentence" is not condemnation/punishment.

From chapter 133 to 138, Levi gave his everything to protect and save people. And the main guide was Hange's last idea - killing Zeke might stop the Rumbling.

Falco comes from "Falcon".

The "falcon" (which points to God Horus in this text) saves Levi and everyone in chapter 135, "Battle of Heaven and Earth".

Despite being completely ripped apart, Levi is still fighting to restore the "human world" by stopping the Titans and the Rumbling.

The Eye of Horus, in ancient Egypt, is a symbol representing protection, health, and restoration.

Levi is the only eye left.

Me now: *crying in a corner*

References for myths in the comments!

[liquorisce]

I am so sad right now. I mistakenly read an EM fic of Hisu and Eren being friends w benefits in canon... omg. It hurts so much... Eren has feelings for Mikasa but yknow paths/PTSD and everything and Hisu offering and being there. Literally everyone knows and they pity Mikasa so much because of it. 😢 The way Eren and Historia talked about Mikasa. Jean calling Eren out for being horrible to Mikasa "for her own sake".

It's wip and only has 1 chapter so far, our girl takes it like a champ but still... my god! I want to hug my bb Miki... How dare anyone hurt her?! I want to go to an EM happy place again. help?

omg… Wdym the way they talked about Mikasa? It better have been good 😤 share the link bestie, you know I’m partial to a little casual EH on the side so I’m curious

ANYWAY usually i have nothing happy to offer regarding em but I dug up this fluffy snippet I wrote for “high school years” but it never made it into the fic for some reason. Hope it helps to cheer u up!

It’s Eren fussing over Mikasa when she’s sick basically ❤️

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“... You’re in a hurry,” Connie observes, as he watches Eren slam his locker door, wrestling with his backpack and the unusual number of papers and folders he carried. “... And are those assignments?! So many of them?!”

“They’re not mine,” he grumbles, “... ‘s Mikasa’s. She asked me to pick up her homework.”

“Where is she by the way? I haven't seen her all day,” Sasha remarks.

Eren huffs impatiently. “She’s sick, and I really should get home,” -

“... Oh no, what happened to her? Can I come over and see her in a bit? I could bring some soup..?”

“... No,” he bites out, “She needs to rest. And besides,” he adds petulantly, “... I can make soup for her myself.”

“Now do you guys have any other urgent questions or may I leave?” Eren looks annoyed and makes no effort to hide it, mouth pulled into a scowl, eyes looking completely distressed.

His friends elect to stay silent instead of messing with his temper any further - that was solely Jean’s area of interest - and move out of his way.

Connie turns to Armin, wide eyed. “Has he always been this way when Mikasa is sick?”

Armin doesn’t even bother to look up from his novel. The Eren and Mikasa show had rarely changed its tune since his viewership at the age of 9. They were obsessed with each other, and even though the “boyfriend” tag was new, Eren had fussed over Mikasa this way for as long as he could remember. “... Always.”

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He gets home on his bike in record speed, and despite his hurry he makes sure to close the door gently - in case she was napping.

But of course, what he actually sees when he enters, is her standing by the stove, ostensibly stirring the soup that he had fully intended to make for her, had she not decided to be her usual independent, busybody self.

“What the fuck, Mikasa? Do you not understand the concept of ‘taking rest’?” He quickly makes his way to the stove and pointedly grabs the ladle away from her, shooing her away to sit down.

“... I spent the whole day in bed, Eren,” she mumbles, pouting prettily. She retreats to one of the chairs by the dining table, hugging her knees to her chin.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows, “... then care to tell me what the Physics text book is doing out here on the dining table?”

She buries her face in her knees, and thinking he wouldn’t hear it, she mutters, “... I feel fine.” Eren could really be so overbearing when he was fussing over her.

“Fine?!” He looks at her incredulously, annoyance and concern and irritation bright in his grassy eyes. “... Babe, you fainted while you were brushing your teeth. That is not fine.” He walks over to her, bringing a steaming hot bowl of hot and sour soup and placing it in front of her.

Hot and Sour is Mikasa’s favourite, it always has been, since as far as he can remember, since his mother would make it for her whenever she came over. Usually there was a brightness in her eyes, contentment as she inhaled her favourite aroma, but today her eyes are just glassy and glazed over, her tiny nose scrunched and pink at the tip as she tries not to sniffle too visibly in front of him.

Sighing, he places a hand on her forehead to check her temperature. “... You still feel warm,” he murmurs. His fingers linger on her damp forehead, gently tucking away her bangs. She’s so cute, he thinks, even like this, looking dazed and snivelly, and utterly distressed in an old sweatshirt of his that has solely been relegated to at-home wear for Mikasa. Subconsciously his fingers trail to her chin, and he resists the sudden, very strong urge to kiss her.

Cheekily she asks, completely unlike herself, “... Is this just you saying I’m kinda hot?”

His eyes widen, completely thrown off guard. Turning around abruptly, deliberately hiding the heat in his cheeks, he grumbles, “... just drink the fucking soup, Mikasa.”