#hitch dryse

[moonlightknightess]

can you tell who are Eren's women in open relationship au and what eren likes about them and what position eren likes with them when having sex... like you said lara, Hitch, pieck, sasha and historia maybe?

Sure!

Lara:

He probably likes her because she reminds her of Mikasa so much! Not only in appearance but also in personality! Both very introverted and collected, with Lara being more smug and always trying to one up him at work, which only makes him want to teach her a lesson 😈

His favorite position for her is whatever one that lets him do her from behind 🤭 maybe doggystyle or straight making her bent over any table avaliable 🔥 it just easier for him to thrust in her this way and it gives him the opportunity to push her head down as he drills her! or maybe slap her ass until it gets red as a cherry! Leaving her whimpering and limping on the restroom table at their work once he is done with, and finding the sight she provided so beautiful 🥵 He just loves erasing that shitty grin from her face and making her come undone just for him 🔥 borderline almost being angry sex/hate sex!

Hitch:

I feel like he would enjoy how needy she can get whenever she is at the "off-again" part of her relationship with hey boyfriend 🤭 since she only talks to him when she is all sad and down about it he would love how she begs for his attention 🤣

He loves to do missionary to her because it' the perfect position for her to whorship him 🥵 she loves to leave kisses on his chest, on his neck and on his jaw as he poundes her against the bed! He absolutely loves the way she begs him to go faster and how she tells him is so much better than his boyfriend all the while he still dicks her down, it feeds his ego the way she admits he is better along the ocassional moans she lets out 🤣 it actually makes him feel so good to see her trying to fight sleep when they are done, praising him for being so good to her, rubbing her body against his expecting a second round

Pieck:

He hated her at first when he as 15yo because she used to act like that annoying aunt that is always asking so many awkward questions to their nephew 🤭 always teasing him for not getting a gf yet, nowadays he didn't mind that much (and even likes it a little because she is funny 🤭) but still has a small grudge at her for always embarrassing him front of everybody 😭

That's why his favorite position for her is anyone that gives him the oportunity to pay her back with the same coin! He loves to seat her on his lap, spearing her on his dick as he makes her see the mirror in front if them! Teasing her by making her see how ruined she looked or how her fat pussy made such a nasty noise when he thrusted himself in or how noticable his lenght was inside her and the bulge it provoked on ther belly, his hands taking hers and rubbing it on the raise of skin that she never stops looking once she notices it 🔥 He would love to kiss her neck, tug her nipples hard and making her cry for mercy just as she sees everything on the mirror, making her squirm on his hold as he whispers sweet nothings to her ear...

Sasha:

She is the only one he would enjoy hanging out with out of everyone 😆 Like he actually enjoys her company and finds her fun to have around, she is so carefree after all and a bit of an hairhead sometimes but thats what he likes so much about her, it reminds him of his young idiot self so that's what make him like her

Rather than a position, i feel like his favorite thing when it comes to sex is the way she matches him!🔥 Like, she is always so wild he legits sometimes struggle with her! Whenever she gives him a blowjob she devours him so voraciously that she makes a mess of spit and pre cum on his crotch! He loves the way her ass bounce on his dick because it is so big his fingers actually dig themselves in the mass of her meaty globes!😈 But to name at least one position... he would to do 69! He simply loves the way her ass looks getting closer to his face before he gets suffocated in the mass of sweaty skin and the taste of her folds, all the while his dick gets deepthroated so wonderfuly by her mouth!🥵

Sadly, i'm leaving Historia out of this, got nothing against her honestly but I just don't feel confortable writting EreH*su 😭 plus i got no headcannons for her 😔

[plinfaaa]

AOT character sexuality, gender and pronoun headcanons

It's all my own headcanons, so no hate :3

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CW: Fruit salad. Homophobes just move on pls, characters from season 4

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Scouts

Eren Yaeger: He/Him, Cismale, Bisexual (female pref)

Armin Alert: He/Him, Transmale, Bisexual (male pref)

Mikasa Ackermann: She/Her, Cisfem, Bisexual (no pref)

Sasha Blouse: She/Her, Cisfem, Bisexual (Big female pref)

Connie Springer: He/Him, Cismale, Bi-curious but eventually turns out he likes boys. A LOT

Jean Kirstein: He/Him, Cismale, Bisexual (Closeted)

Marco Bodt: He/Him, Cismale, Gay

Reiner Braun: He/Him, Cismale, Bisexual (Big pref for girls)

Berthold Hoover: He/Him, Cismale, Pansexual

Annie Leonhardt: She/They, Demigirl, Demiromantic, Lesbian

Historia Reiss: She/Her, Cisfem, Lesbian

Ymir: She/They, Cisfem, Lesbian

Floch Forster: He/Him, Cismale, Gay (Raging Gay Homophobe)

Hitch Dryse: She/Her, Cisfem, Lesbian

Veterans

Levi Ackermann: He/Him, Cismale, Gay, Asexual

Hange Zoë: They/Them, Non-binary, Pansexual

Erwin Smith: He/Him, Cismale, Gay

Mike Zacharias: He/Him, Cismale, Bisexual (Fem pref. But let's be honest he probably kissed Erwin once.)

Moblit Berner: He/Him, Cismale, Bisexual (No pref)

Petra Rall: She/Her, Cisfem, Straight-Ally

Hannes: He/Him, Cismale, Straight-sally

Marley

Yelena: She/He, Bigender, Lesbian

Pieck Finger: She/Her, Cisfem, Bisexual (Male pref)

Onyankopon: He/Him, Cismale, Straight-Ally (but definetly had slight feelings for Hange)

Gabi Braun: She/Her, Cisfem, Straight-Ally

Falco Grice: He/Him, Cismale, Straight-Ally

Zeke Yaeger: He/Him, Cismale, Unlabeled

Porco Galliard: He/Him, Cismale, Straight-Ally

[pickalilywrites]

i am very bad at prompts but can i sell you my 1 (one) soul for a hilow plz i love u

love u 2!!!!

Say What You Mean

Hilow. Canonverse. 

1387 words. 

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Marlowe has never seen the point in keeping the truth from others. The only time he’s ever felt that it was okay to do so was only if one was waiting to reveal it at an appropriate moment. Otherwise, he always makes sure to speak his mind. How else can change happen if he always bites his tongue and refuses to say anything? It’s why he constantly speaks up whenever he sees his peers or superiors take advantage of their position in the Military Police, harassing civilians to bend to their whims because they have more power and authority or even avoiding their duties entirely and pushing them down to the newer recruits because they don’t know any better. Oftentimes, his words go unheard, but he believes it’s better than keeping his mouth shut.

This policy of his also goes for more mundane topics – telling people honestly how they look if they ask him, informing people how their cooking tastes even if the dish is terrible, and telling people his honest opinion of how they’ve changed if they haven’t seen each other in a while. It is, of course, only something he does if they ask him for his thoughts in the first place because he realizes it’s annoying to push his unwanted opinions on others. He also tries to word them as best he can – not sugarcoating anything but not being unnecessarily cruel either. All he ever does is give them the simple truth because that’s what he figures that’s what people deserve even if it’s not really what they want.

He does wonder if his words ever hurt others. He’s that they do whenever he sees people wince when he tells them their food is too salty or that they look a little plumper, but they usually thank him for his constructive criticism and go about their way. If it’s a negative comment, he tries to phrase it gently and he thinks he’s gotten the hang of it by now. It’s far more troublesome than stating his positive observations, but he figures it’s only courteous.

If it’s a more neutral comment or something positive, he just states it rather plainly, never exaggerating or singing praises or downplaying his thoughts either. It’s much easier than dancing around people the way he has to do when critiquing friends, but somehow he’s managed to offend Hitch with his words anyway.

“All I said,” he tells Annie, who he had met on the way back to his room, “is that she’s a little too dressed up for a walk in the city. If she’s only going back to her folk’s home at Stohess, isn’t it more practical to wear something simpler?”

Although Annie had never really listened to his problems in depth before – the most she ever really does is remain in the same space as him and not walk out before he finishes talking – but she seems even more distracted now than she usually is. She glances impatiently around the hall as if finding a place to sneak by him, but she finally sighs and mutters, “What is it with the boys here never being able to talk to girls.”

“What do you mean?” Marlowe asks, a little bit offended. While he’s certainly not a ladies’ man, he can talk to women just as well as any other guy.

“Look, Marlowe,” Annie says with another sigh. She shifts the folders she holds from one arm to the other and gives him a tired look. “Usually when someone is dressed up a little differently than they normally are, they like people to comment on it.”

“I did!” Marlowe says, not understanding her at all. “I told her she should bring a jacket at least if she was going to be late.”

“Not like that. Ugh, it’s like talking to a child,” Annie says exasperatedly. She presses her fingers to her temple and takes a deep breath. After she finally exhales, she looks at Marlowe and says to him slowly, “Marlowe, sometimes…you need to be honest and just…say what you mean. How did she look? And don’t you dare say cold.”

Her words continue to baffle him. What does she mean how did Hitch look? Hitch looked like how she normally did but in a dress and with more noticeable makeup. Was he supposed to tell her that? But she would know just as much when she looked in the mirror, so saying it out loud would be pointless.

“Like…aesthetically,” Annie says, but this must not be the word either because Annie frowns. “No…just…how did looking at her make you feel? What did you think?”

How did it make him feel? Confused, mostly. He doesn’t understand how anyone can wear such flimsy material and be comfortable, but Hitch made it look so natural on her as it clung on her curvy frame at all the right places and the wide skirt seemed to float against her willowy legs. He’s not sure how she gets her hair to frame her face in the way, always falling neatly even though she often complains about how curls are difficult to maintain. What puzzles him the most are her painted lips and reddened cheeks, things that he never really understands on anyone because he thinks it’s unnecessary and cumbersome to apply makeup, but new color on her lips made them look even softer and more pillowy than they usually did and the color on her cheeks highlighted her delicate bone structure and the color of her eyes somehow. To him, it seemed like she had taken far too much work to get ready just to go out, doing all sorts of unnecessary and messy things, and somehow…

He thought she looked beautiful.

Flushing, he realizes that he’s unintentionally been keeping a truth from her, one he hadn’t even known about until now.

“Thanks, Annie!” he says to a startled Annie, who had been trying to sneak past him while he was zoned out.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Annie says as Marlow squeezes past her.

He knows what he has to do. He has to find Hitch and tell her what he’s thinking now even though he has no idea where she is. It’s better than waiting for her though, he thinks, because he has no idea how long she’ll be out. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know where she is right now anyway. He’ll manage to find her in the end.

He devises a plan to find her – going where he had last seen her, tracing her steps to her house using the small details she had given him in various conversations, and asking strangers if they had seen her – but it’s useless in the end because he bumps into her just as she begins to enter their dorms.

“Marlowe?” she says, frazzled. It’s the first time he’s seen her hair out of place, but it’s only because he was the one to knock into her and mess it up in the first place. She’s quick to fix it, easily putting it back in its place so that it frames her face perfectly, before asking, “What are you doing?”

“I just came to tell you,” Marlowe says, breathing a little hard from sprinting down the stairs, “that you look beautiful tonight. I’m sorry if my words were rude earlier…I just wasn’t able to say it before because I was so surprised when I saw you. I’m not used to seeing you in…clothes like this.”  

He thought she would be flattered, but she’s only staring at him in silence. “Did you…run out here just to tell me that?” she asks with a furrowed brow. When he nods, her cheeks begin to turn a darker pink and she reaches for the back of her head to touch a curl. Turning away from him, she mumbles, “You’re so weird…it’s not as if I dressed up for you anyway.”

He doesn’t think that she’s telling the truth, and he’s not sure why she’s lying to him now. It would be easier for him if she would just say what she means too, he thinks as he watches her push past him as she mutters something about having to wash off and get ready for the night, but he thinks this dishonest side of her is cute too somehow.

[myramarch]

HITCH DRYSE

WIP ❤

[pockou]

｡*⊹ about me ⊹* 。

— i go by she/her, i’m 18 and my name is kou!

— my favorite animes are attack on titan & tokyo ghoul

— my favorites from those two are

* attack on titan

• connie springer

• jean kirschtein

• hitch dryse

• mikasa ackerman

* tokyo ghoul

• touka kirishima

• kuki urie

• juuzou suzuya

• ginshi shirazu

— i’ve always had a love for writing and often find myself writing small stories in my free time :)

— i cant pick a favorite color for the life of me :((

— im infp and most of the time i’d rather stay home

— when i get into something i get really into it and tend to go on and on about said subject (sorry!!)

— i like milk. 🥛

— i really really love cats, they’re definitely my fav animal <3

[staying-home-is-killing-me]

Aruani week au

Prom night Part 1

With the girls of Maria High,

Annie stepped out of the bathroom freshly wet and clean, she took a deep inhale of the warm and moist steam from the shower. There she was off to her big day. Annie's first prom. She was going with her friends as a group. Annie was also excited for her date, she kept her feelings hidden for a while and surprisingly she was the one to ask him out. Annie actually didn't know why he agreed to take her to prom. That was one of her fears, love.

She fasened her gaze upon her roommate, Hitch Dryse. "Hitch you can shower now." Hitch was the teasing type of friend. She made jokes and she was also very popular with boys. Annie herself, was also popular with boys too. But she only had eyes for one, and she was furious when she discovered her feelings. Annie was emotionless most of the time and she was shocked when he had a crush. She tried to hide it sayin that it was her brain tricking her but eventually it was her heart that caved in and admitted to her feelings.

The stone cold, bad girl,and half jock, Annie Leonhard. Had actual feelings rather than mad and annoyed, who knew. Especially with Armin, Armin Arlert wasn't the type of person she expected to fall for. He was fairly tall but he was far from tall compared to the other boys, he had darker blonde hair, and he was very smart and very very kind hearted. He was. He was different from the other guys. He was a nice change of pace for everyone. Annie couldn't hide her feelings any more. But why would a strong badie fall for a weak nerd.

Even though he was in the soccer team. He never acted like a meat head and he was always level headed. He is a very good sport and he is always "Mr.Modest" when ever someone is complementing him. Compared to all of the standards for men. Armin is the perfect guy. But many judge him for his smaller shape and smaller stature but, Annie sees past that. Even Armin sees past Annie's facade he knows deep inside she cares and she is a big softy. She just likes to hide behind something, like being afraid to let your guard down. She acts as if she is surrounded my the enime all the time. But with Armin she is different.

Annie was pacing around her room. She was having second thoughts about going with Armin. She wanted to call and cancel with him. But she knew how much she wanted this. And Armin was her first and only love she had. Of course she would want to spend the best night of thier lives together. But what if they weren't meant to be. what if Armin didn't like her that much. What if armi-

A sudden knock on the door jolted her back to reality. "Hello. Hey Annie it's us". Annie opened the apartment door to see Mina,Mikasa,Krista,and Yimr. "Guys what are you doing here". Annie carefully examined their outfits. Mikasa wore a tall black dress with a diamond bracelet and she had black gloves on. Of course she still wore Erens red scarf. Mina wore a blue dress with a diamond tiara that her boyfriend bought her she also had het hair in a bun. Krista wore a small orange dress with a cute pink bag and and a small orange bow in her hair. Yimr wore a romper instead of a dress but it had black and white polka dots on it and black stripes on the sides with her hair in a small braid.

"We came to help you. And Hitch told us you have a hot date tonight". Mina blurted out. "And obviously we want to find out who is making the rock hard Annie blush and be a mess". Said Yimr. "We also came to make you embarrassed you in front of him". Mikasa added. "You guys suck." "Ohh. You'll just adore him." Hitch said walking out of the shower. "Hey". Annie walked over and gave her a hard nudge with her elbow. "Well it just slipped out. Now get out of that robe and get into your dress"...

Hey guys. Im a bit late to Aruani week. ( the story was too long for just one post so ill make a part 2 or more if i have too) I worked very hard. And i really want you to like it.

By,

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[reiner-is-back-bitches]

The Demon of Paradis City Police Department~~ A Modern Day Detective AU Attack on Titan Fanfic~~ 6: The Illusion of Happiness~~

Jean was sitting in the passenger seat of Marco's car. His phone made a ding noise and he visibly recoiled when he saw it was his mother texting him.

Mommy: Jean-boy! Are you and your friend still coming over for dinner?

Jean: Ugh yes mom we are.

Mommy: Are you bringing a date, your friend is bringing that beautiful news anchor Hitch Dryse.

Jean: No mom I'm not.

Mommy: You should bring that pretty girl you drew, the one with the red scarf.

Jean: I thought I told you not to talk about that!

Mommy: Jean-boy, don't be embarrassed. I had it framed and put in my living room, its so magnificent!

Jean: You better take that down before we get there! I gotta go mom I'll see you tonight. GET RID OF THE DAMN DRAWING.

Jean wiped his face with his hand. Why the hell did his mom have to be so damn annoying. He didn't care if he was going alone and Marco had a hot babe. Hell, he might of just had her to show he wasn't gay.

Jean instantly regretted thinking that. He knew Marco was made fun of during training introduction. Hell, he would have been made fun of during all of training if it wasn't for Annie. The driver's side door opened and Marco sat down into the seat.

"You ready to go Jean?" Jean stretched.

"Yup partner, born ready." Marco started the car and drove down the road to their destination.

/

Marco stopped the car in the empty parking lot. Jean got out and lit a cigarette. He didn't like smoking personally but he needed something to help him look tougher. He turned to follow Marco up the stairwell of the apartment.

"Marco, I cant belive you don't own your own tux. I mean your dating Hitch Dryse for fuck's sake! Shouldn't you be like, I don't know, balling or something?" Marco laughed.

"She doesn't like eating at fancy resteraunts too much. Besides, Annie said her dad had some and that it was cool if I borrowed one for the night." Jean looked around the crummy apartment lot.

"You think she would have moved out of this shitty place." They made it to the top of the stairs and arrived at Annie's door. Marco knocked on the door twice and looked back at Jean.

"That's not nice to say, Jean. You know she won't leave her father and if she were to move out and he went with her, he would lose his financial aid. Try to see things from other people's point of view." Jean huffed as the door opened. An gruff older man appeared before Marco and Jean. He had a receding hair line with grey-gold hair. He narrowed his eyes at Jean before smiling at Marco.

"Hey Marco! Long time no see! Come on in, we got the tux laid out for you. Make sure your friend puts out his cancer stick. The last thing I want is to set my oxygen off."

Jean huffed and put his cigarette out before following Marco into Annie's small apartment. The apartment had a connected living room and kitchen and only two other doors, which lead to the bathroom and bedroom. The only thing in the living room was an old futon and the kitchen only had an oven and sink. Annie's dad lead them to the bedroom, where Annie was ironing a light blue tux.

"Annie, Marco's here. Is it ready, sweetheart?" Annie turned toward the living room and smiled seeing Marco and her father. When her gaze fell on Jean however, Annie frowned.

"Yes, Papa it's ready. Here you go, Marco." Annie handed Marco the tux on a hanger. "Just be careful not to wrinkle it, okay?" Marco flashed Annie a smile.

"Yes ma'am. Also," Marco turned to Annie's dad. "I really appreciate you letting me borrow the tux, Mr. Leonhart, Thank you." Annie's dad smiled.

"No problem son. You be careful and have fun." Marco smiled and headed out the door where Jean had been waiting since Annie gave him a mean look.

"Come on Jean. I'll drop you off at your place and then meet you at your mom's house later tonight." Jean simply huffed and followed Marco down the stairs.

/

Jean played with the huge steak on his plate, his mother and friend lost in conversation with his mother's other guests. He wasn't hungry. Hell, he was more tired than anything. It was as if he was given everything he could want in terms of food, entertainment, hell, even women but no matter how much of everything he had he still felt empty. He thought he was happy but he wasn't. Marco was happy and his mother seemed happy, especially after winning the lottery some years ago.

Jean rose from his seat muttering something about the restroom and left the fancy dinning hall. He made his way into his mother's garden. He perked up when he remembered what helped him get through training all those years ago. He pulled out his phone and opened the texting app.

Jean: Hey, it's been a while but do you think you can get me some fiber drinks, the heavy blend?

K.A: Well it's nice to hear from one of my best costumers after all these years. It'll be tough since it's been a while since I've made health drinks but yeah I can get you some. You want soy with that?

Jean: Ya that sounds awesome thanks. I'll meet you in the old spot in a couple hours, is that cool?

K.A: That's fine, see ya in a few.

Jean put his phone in his pocket and headed back inside feeling full to the brim, the memories of old times bringing him a familiar rush.