#non snk

[baobhanlore-art]

White Briefs, an Attack on Titan comic.

[six-paths-of-jeanmarco]

their bond and the way they uplift each other is just so special to me

[agusrkive]

SugarDaddy!Reiner | 🗯️🔞

cw: 18+ MDNI! (yall seen the title, dont play dumb)

summary: reiner as your sugar daddy, detailed nsfw routines

— forehead kisses

— butterfly and wet open-mouthed kisses on your neck

— nibbles on your ear

— plays with your hair

✦ asks you how’s your day while you are sat on his lap

✦ always let’s you pick the tie he’s gonna wear before going to work in the morning. it’s basically your job to do his tie and he never fails to get a hard-on every single time you do it.

✦ calls you in the middle of the day just to tell you how much he misses you and the way you feel around his cock while he’s at work.

✦ wraps his arms around you and drowns you with his kisses the moment he gets home.

"Did my little doll miss her daddy?”

loves it when you massage his temples while he grinds you up and down the tent of his bulging boxers to the point that the head of his cock slips out and meets your clothed needy cunt, your soaking panties being the only barrier between you two.

doesn’t cuddle, he prefers you seated on his lap with his cock buried deep inside you while watching your favorite tv shows or him just doing work-at-home paperworks as you try your best not to move around and squirm too much+

"behave unless you don’t plan on cumming tonight.”

★ is a menace in the sheets, but could go soft and slow when you ask him to.

★ his favorite position is you under him, but you both know that he cums faster when you ride him.

★ could go on for hours and hours, but it’s you who needs rest and sometimes passes out from overstimulation and pleasure.

🪞

˗ˏˋmirrors.. did I mention that man loves to watch himself fuck you on his bed in the big ass mirror of his room that he bought just for that reason? he needs to see your face when he’s giving you the best backshots of your life.´ˎ˗

★ missionary so you two can continue arguing about the guy from your class who keeps on lingering around you+

"he doesn’t like me! he just needed some notes and lectures that he missed because of his injuries.”

…

“oh I bet, doll. and the only injury that little shit’s gonna get is my fist in his punchable face.”

“he’s a twink!!”

“Jaëger’s lil brother is not gay.

tell him gone or I will.”

❥ loves to tease you with how needy you are+

"beg for it, doll.”

“tell me how bad you need it.”

"what was that? you want my cock?—where? c’mon use your mouth, slut.”

🎀

takes off your panties with his teeth before diving into your soaking cunt, his big arms caging around your thighs. handprints that will definitely leave marks you love to send him pictures of when he’s away.

★ loves it when you give him head as if his dick is the only left thing in the world and his cum is water in the desert (his words).

★ fucks you senselessly until you gush over and over, bed is soaked and his goal is to make you squirt; which you did three times.

★ rolls his hip into you faster when he sees your legs shaking from pleasure.

🛌

ends the night with you screaming his name and his cum painting your insides white. he fills you up soo good that seeing it leak out of your hole makes your heart ache+

fucks it back into you slowly until he cums again and doesn’t pull out for awhile, you are both crazy with the feeling of him inside you.

🛁

showers with you and you both clean each other, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he dries your hair with a towel.

loves to rail you in his bathroom, your back against the wall as he pummels his cock in and out of your cunt. your legs hanging in the air with his arms hooked under them for support.

🌃

sleeps only with his boxers so he can easily slip his cock inside your wet cunt in the middle of the night.

🌤️

loves to wake you up in the morning with his head locked between your thighs as he eats you out for breakfast.

grabs a handful of your ass before rubbing his half-hard dick between them while you’re making breakfast.

🧺

makes out with you while doing laundry.

bends you over and pulls down your underwear only to have his fingers fuck you instead of his cock. his big fingers alone are godly enough, but you’re desperate for his cock+

“you know how it goes—“

“words, doll. need’a hear’em.”

🥘

loves to rub his hard-on behind you while you do the dishes.

🧸

makes you beg for his cock until you cry when you’re being a brat.

secretly loves it when you’re being naughty by not wearing any underwear, your naked figure being the only thing underneath his sky blue lacoste that is three times bigger than you.

📲

makes you ride his cock while you try to explain the previous lecture to Eren on the phone (that guy doesn’t just get the message)

"aah— umm yes! I sent it to Armin, ca\~l#*?¥—"

“sorry? I didn’t get that last part. Are you okay?”

“Eren! I need to g-go.. bad cramps! and phone’s uu-hh dying aa—“

**line cuts off**

“ohmygod yes! fuck me daddy!!”

[therosiestofrubys]

"Surely the second one will work"

[temeyes]

hbd commander erwin (the dude who triggered my sir kink)

[its-anime-zing]

2017:

"Why are there dinosaurs in the new Attack on Titan Opening?"

2024:

"Why are there titans in the new Black Butler Opening?"

😆😆

[magicxc]

Safe Word Ignored

Pairings: Survey Corps x Reader

Word Count: 2606

Warnings: DUB CON, NON CON

A/N: As the name suggests this excerpt will be non con so do proceed with caution or not at all.

For a softer, consensual version of this, check out my aot x safe word headcannon. 

Headcannons Masterlist

Safe word - sparrow

Eren  - Eren strikes me as rather dismissive. He’s not necessarily nasty about it, but he’s also not too interested in opposing views, especially when he feels this good.

Face buried into your supple skin, Eren rocked his hips repeatedly into your warm walls, melting with each stroke he delivered. You smelled so soft and powdery - his favorite scent on you actually. He could stay like that forever, inhaling your hypnotic fragrance while your pussy squeezed him just right.

Your long nails slid down his back incessantly, stiletto shaped nails no doubt drawing blood from his tender skin. Eren was no stranger to scratches on his back, in fact he welcomed them, the marks an ego boost and a great addition to his battle scars. But these scratches signaled something else entirely, something a lot less elated.

Your strangled moans are music to his ears. But the record scratch comes in the form of the safe word, just barely audible enough for him to hear.

“Huh?”

“Sparrow.”

“Sparrow? Oh honey, no! Just hold out a little while longer for me, yeah?”

Face cradled into his fingertips, Eren swept away at your wet cheeks, pushing forward until he had reached his peak.

Do you really need the safe word? he thought to himself. It’s me. Safe words are meant for strangers or friends with benefits, testing the waters of what feels best. There’s no need for that in a committed relationship. Your partner should know exactly which buttons to press to get yours ticking and by the convulsing of your body, it’s safe to say that Eren’s found yours; yet again. 

“Honey, I know what you want before you can even think it,” he boasted.

Why would he give you what you want when what he wants makes you both feel great?

Levi - Levi’s blunt can sometimes double as your mean. While you're used to his word choice, it feels very different to be on the receiving end of them. 

Sweaty bodies molded into one, you couldn't tell where yours started and Levi ended. Your skin had begun to stick to the sheets and droplets of sweat gathered in dots littered around your forehead. Head sinking into the pillows, you couldn’t find the strength to raise it up if you wanted to, sad attempts to connect your lips to Levi’s long gone. Though the feeling was great, it had slowly started to take its toll, your body unable to keep up with Levi’s stamina.

“Sparrow,” is the safeword that so wearily tumbles from your lips, exhausted beyond comprehension.

“Really?” Levi questions. “I didn’t peg you for such a weak brat”

The sentence stings and you find yourself too tired to retort, tears kissing the back of your eyelids at Levi’s harsh words. While you were ready to tap out, you supposed offering your body was the least you could do in support of humanity’s strongest soldier - opting instead to lie there until he was finished; hoping that sleep would find you soon after.

Erwin - Erwin isn’t much for the long talking, therefore radio silence is all you get from him.

Thighs clamping his face firmly between your legs didn’t quite give you the reprieve you were looking for; Erwins thick muscle relentless against your clit. He works his tongue to perfection, your pussy dripping its praises in the form of soaked sheets. But it’s not enough for Erwin, its never enough for him. Ever the achiever, it takes more than shaky legs to get him to ease up, your vision darkening on multiple occasions at the sensory overload.

Teeth scraping against tender lips, you’re hesitant to mutter the safe word, but the next rush of fluids has you screaming it before you can stop.

“SPARROW, UHNNNN SPARROW. FUCK!”

Tongue reattached to your pussy, you just about passed out at the discomfort; what once felt so heavenly now feels borderline sinister. Twist and turn as you might, Erwins heavy hands pressed firmly against your thighs to hold you still, intent on eating to his heart's content.

Black dots dance around your vision, relief filling you to the brim. It doesn’t take long for the next wave to hit, knocking you unconscious as you welcome the darkness with open arms.

Connie - Connie hates the idea of you using the safe word but he hates the idea of stopping even more; so he’ll pacify you with soft words of encouragement until he’s finished. 

In the heated moment of roleplay you found yourself bent over Connie’s knee, a stinging sensation left behind after each slap to your ass. Hands clamped over your lips at first stifled light giggles, excited at the persona Connie had picked up - now they stifled your groans of discomfort, eagerly waiting for your 'punishment' to be finished.

thawck

Oh that seemed to do it. The final slap to your ass had tears sliding down your cheeks quicker than you could stop them, your feet shuffling about the floor to get a good balance. But Connie’s arm tightened around your waist, another crackling smack booming throughout the room without missing a beat.

“Not you running," Connie chided. “Bad girls don’t get to avoid punishment.”

“M’sorry Con, but it’s just too much."

thawk

“Sparrow,” you squeaked, lips quivering from the tingling ache.

“Awww buttercup,” he condescendingly cooed, rubbing soft circles on your butt. “You talked all that big talk earlier and now you’re calling it quits? C’mon just five more minutes, can you at least give me that?”

Hesitantly, you nod your head, lips tucked carefully between your teeth as you stared at him through wet lashes.

The eery grin that he sends your way is indication enough that his five more minutes will last anything but; and it did. For how long you couldn’t tell, but you’d definitely be sore as hell in the days to come.

Jean - Jean can get gaslighty for sure. It's to the point where you begin to question using the safe word in the first place. 

The moisture that gathered between your thighs was the cherry on top of the pride that swelled within you for making Jean feel so good. His breathy moans, his heaving chest, his fluttering eyelids - it gave you such a dynamic feeling. And apparently it did the same to Jean, his high so good he intended to chase it.

Hands buried in your hair, he used it to guide your plump lips to the very bottom of his shaft, the spongy feeling of your throat he once described as ethereal. Jean was a big boi and by all means required some prep; prep you weren’t entirely done with.

So the unexpected intrusion hits your esophagus in all the wrong ways, the feeling pushing your gag reflexes past its limit. The gurgling of your words and the spit that eases you down his dick no doubt makes for a delightful experience only it has you feeling the opposite. 

Fists tightly balled, you use them to beat against his legs, hitting just hard enough to catch his attention.

“Talk to me my love, what’s the problem?” he asked, hands still bobbing your head, only a little less vigorously.

Enough time goes by to where you realise he’s not letting up, so instead you try your best to mumble out the words around his dick.

“Sp- sparr- ow,” is the best you can manage under the circumstances.

And as muffled as it came out, there’s no doubt that Jean heard you, disappointment clear in the lengthy breath he blows past his lips. You’re sure he’s annoyed, but what's the point of the safe word if you can’t use it?!

“You do love me, don't you?” he asks in between bobs. “You are mine are you not?”

Fingers gathering your hair into a ponytail he pulled it back, just enough that the head of his dick rested on the tip of your tongue, steely eyes glaring into your soft ones.

“Uhh huh,” is your mumbled response.

“Then why would you put me in such a predicament? I’m so close already my love, couldn’t you stay put a little while longer?

Wide doe eyes meet his, trepidation keeping you from uttering the word once more; his shaft wasting no time in making a home at the very back of your mouth.

It doesn’t take long for Jean to loudly sing his praises, his boisterous moans dripping from his lips the same way his precum drips down your throat.

“There ya go. Good fucking girl,” he commends. “Besides, girlfriends can't say no.”

Onyankopon - Ony can come off snarky and sarcastic to mask his irritation.

Sex with Ony typically felt hot and sexy. The pure lust and raging desire usually made for a good time. It felt like a movie scene where the couple was so eager to be with one another that it got messy - missed kisses, sloppy hair, wet lovebites, tangled limbs. 

You tended to be in lights, camera, action heaven but today felt unusual. Understandably prep was a must when it came to Ony and you hadn't have much of that in the heat of the moment. It wasn't until he was fully seated inside of you that you’d realise the wetness at the center of your core simply wasn't enough.

His thick fingers delve into the softness of your flesh, dragging your hips up and down to a fierce rhythm. Eyes clamped shut you bounced until the feeling had become too much; too intense to ignore. 

“Sparrow,” is what you breathlessly pant through thrusts. 

“The fact that youre not my wife bothers me at least once a day,” he confessed. “But how can you be when you pull shit like this. 

“Ony I-“

“Do you really want me to stop?” he taunts between languid thrusts. 

Ony had slowed down considerably from the overwhelming force that he once delivered to your pussy, reaching up to swirl his tongue around the lobe of your ear. It soon lands on the sweet spot beneath it as his thumb rubs figure eights on your clit.  

“Is that what you want mamas? Hmm?”

Intellect had long since left you and now all your body could focus on was the mind numbing sensation. No matter how good it felt, a break was still in order but Ony wasn’t in the mood to be convinced. 

Reaching up to the shell of your ear, his lips ghosts against the tip whispering, “yeah, that’s what I thought. The ‘a’ in my name stands for always right; now gone ahead and come for me.”

Reiner - Reiner can't think of a way to justify his lust over your comfort so he’ll opt for tuning you out, physically if he has to. 

The squelching of your pussy made it clear that Reiner was putting in work. Your body would happily create the moisture it needed if meant that he could drive into you at the angle that made your eyes cross over. While you normally didn’t mind helping Reiner with a little stress relief, today he'd made you feel low.

Physically you felt euphoric, but mentally you felt degraded. You felt cheap; almost like someone he threw money at to remedy his frustrations. He’d treated your body so recklessly it brought tears to your eyes; scared to blink at the off chance that you wouldn’t be able stop them from flowing. So you settled for the safe word instead. 

“Sparrow,” you whispered. 

Face scrunching in confusion, it was the first emotion that you were able to clock aside from the blank stare he previously offered you. His thrusts never waivered and you briefly wondered if he had heard you. Lips parting to utter the word once more, Reiner planted his hand over your mouth, grunting out his disapproval.

Shock stiffened you to a standstill, feeling only the way that his hips drove into yours. You lied there, taking every thrust and listening to every moan. Reiner continued to touch you in all the ways that brought you pleasure, and when you finally found yourself tipping over there edge, there he hovered; a twisted smile curled onto his lips.

Armin - Armin is distraught, but somehow not enough to comply. He’ll apologise profoundly while still inside you. 

Armin loved having sex with you. The feeling was immense, but it was the actions that brought him the greatest satisfaction of all, like how you would wildly writhe beneath his body when you were almost to the finish line. He enjoyed seeing you reach out for him when you wanted to feel close, moan his name after he'd made you so cock drunk that it was all you could muster up the strength to repeat, cum around his dick over and over again, sink your nails deep into the flesh of his skin - Armin looked forward to it all.

Hands tugging on the clamps attached to your nipples, he admired how sexy they looked. Swollen enough to seep through the clamps, it took everything in him not to dive down and add to the excitement, his thoughts racing with ideas on how to make you feel even better. Thrilled at the possibility that your lust would trickle down at the base his dick, he just about came right then and there.

But the enjoyment wouldn’t come this time around as the clamps added a layer of pain that felt far from blissful. If anything they hurt, and combined with the tugging you figured it best to cut the night short.

“Sparrow,” is what slips from the confines of your throat.

Ashamed is the emotion that you make out across Armins features, but not for the use of the safe word, rather it seems to be in response for his lack of concern.

"Ohh sweetheart, I'm so sorry," he repeatedly murmured.

Forehead pressed into your cheek, his tears mixed with yours as he rode himself to completion, apologies never ceasing even as he went flaccid inside you.

He could scream his regrets until he was blue in the face, but it meant very little when his body found pleasure at the expense of yours; especially considering that he wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

Floch - Floch will outright blame you for feeling so good. Shame has no place in his house nor heart.

Floch was an ass man through and through. He loved claiming you in the forbidden hole. And you’d gladly comply; giving your heart and your body in service of him. It was one of those things where his pleasure intensified yours. 

The grunts and growls, moaning and howling - you were always a soaking mess long before he could make you cum. However, this time felt a little different. You couldn’t place it exactly but you just weren’t feeling sex at the moment. You’d held out for as long as you could, hoping that maybe you needed to be warmed up a little more, that maybe Floch just needed to lay into you just right; but, nothing. 

“Sparrow.”

“No can do sugar,” he scolded from above you. “You see I’m just getting started and I ain’t letting up until I’m done.”

You wanted to be shocked, to be disappointed, but unfortunately you weren’t the least bit surprised. Floch had this determination about him to see things through to the bitter end, even when all the odds were stacked high against him; even now when you strongly opposed his selfish desires.

But he somehow always managed to get what he wanted. And there he stayed, buried to the hilt as he continued to thrust into you from behind, smugly whispering about how good you squeezed him, as he kissed along your heated skin.

[erwinsarmrest]

absolutely in love with this scene bc they’re all such fucking disasters. at first glance all you notice is the erearumika cuddle session that you completely miss erens leg over jeans neck. and sasha throwing up in the back. and connie knocked tf out in the corner. i didn’t even realize that connie was in the picture i was worried about him. no one is wearing shoes. i’m surprised they’re all still completely clothed otherwise.

[melishade]

Number 69?

This ask game

asked so far.

So this is an old idea that I have thought about for years but couldn't really incorporate it into AOP. This is non-canon to the story.

Mikasa stared at the wrapped package in front of her with suspicion. She then looked up at Megatron's holoform, who merely stared at her with crossed arms.

"What is this?" Mikasa demanded.

"A gift," Megatron answered bluntly.

"What kind of gift?"

"A useful one,"

"For what?"

"Combat,"

Mikasa narrowed her eyes before pushing the wrapped package across the table and back to him. "I'm not opening it."

"Why?"

"Because I don't trust it," Mikasa stated.

"You don't trust me," Megatron corrected.

"Well I can't figure out why you would get something for me," Mikasa said.

"Because of your human celebration," Megatron explanation, "The ones where you celebrate your creation."

Mikasa snapped her head at him in surprise. "You know what a birthday is?"

"It means nothing to a Cybertronian. We live for eons," Megatron deflected.

"But...you remembered mine?" Mikasa asked in surprise, "Why?"

Megatron pushed the package back to her. "Like I said, you are the only human I respect."

Mikasa was still suspicious of the gift in front of her, but she was curious to know what Megatron of all people thought was a good gift. Mikasa reached out and opened the package by tearing the wrapping paper. She peered inside, blinking at the sight of two medium sized swords. The blades looked like stainless steel, while the handles looked like wrapped vines adorned in black. Mikasa also noticed at the center of the hilt of the handle was the Survey Corps emblem.

Mikasa picked one of the swords up and examined the blade, seeing her own reflection in them. "It's beautiful. How did you-?"

"Don't worry about it. Just accept the gift," Megatron told her.

Mikasa smiled a little. "Thank you."

Megatron's mouth formed a thin line before he deactivated the holoform.

(8 left!: 51, 57, 66-68, 74, and 76)

[mydarlingedits]

🌠 for hange zoe snk :gayerma: 🧪

HANJI ZOË

Flags: Nonbinary (canon), Genderfluid, Queer, Intersex

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Requested by 𓇿 🧪 anon / mutual .ᐟ

        𐙚˙⋆.˚ Date Posted 𓇿 11/9/24 .ᐟ

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[thefigureresource]

Pop Up Parade Mai Shiranui [The King of Fighters '97] non scale from Max Factory coming July 2024.

[natsuki208]

Happy Birthday to my best girl Hange Zoe! 🎉 🎉

It’s very strange how I declared Hange to be my top favourite of Attack on Titan, and yet I don’t talk about her that much. Well… I think now shall be a good time.

(yes, I’m fully aware Hange is confirmed non binary but I’m too use with using female pronouns at this stage)

Ever since I first layed eyes on her and heard her voice, I knew instantly that this girl is something. Hange claimed to have an odd fixation with studying the titans, which makes sense for the story and for us the audience to get more info about said creatures, but man does she take it to another level.

Her enthusiasm with further discoveries (like with Eren being a titan shifter) and energetic behaviour always brought a smile to my face. Even if the rest of the cast thinks she’s a maniac - especially Moblit.

Oh, did I mention that Jessica Calvello did a fantastic job with bringing Hange to life? She really brought out the craziness of this mad titan enthusiast, but also delivered during her more serious moments. Oh yes, this gal isn’t all just freaking out over carnivorous giants.

Hange can still be very mature when the situation calls for it; like during the uprising arc while fighting against Kenny Squad and Reiss, or looking out for the younger scouts and Levi. This eventually goes further when Erwin had to be left to rest and she had to take his place as new commander… but that’s when things became a complicated mess.

During season 4, she almost retained some of that old crazy enthusiast but on a whole, just didn’t feel like herself anymore. I get that she had to deal with so much new information about Marley and plans including Hizuru and the rumbling, but that’s just it.

This poor veteran was forced upon a role where she ended up acting like she had no idea what she was doing. On top of all that, this led to her making one of the stupidest deaths in the entire story (all thanks to that red headed f***er) and we’re left with nobody for Levi to comfort with and share stories about this to future generations without titans.

I still love Hange a lot, but the last season barely did anything with her except be where the story needed her to be until she got kicked out for drama sake. The best girl deserved more than being half-baked and left for dead, both literally and figuratively. That’s all I will say about this for now.

[agusrkive]

under the New Year’s Eve mistletoe

Coldest Winter (Levi Ackerman)

summary: a soldier’s heart and a man’s will is tested when war breaks out leaving him stranded and finds himself far away from the life he only once dreamed of the moment he met you.

There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs, for war does not determine who is right— only who is left.

ELD. 848 PL.

December 24, 1942

under command/ FADM Erwin Smith

Sgt. Annie Leonhart wounded

Sgt. Pieck Finger wounded

Sgt. Marco Bott wounded

T/Sgt. Connie Springer wounded

1st Sgt. Armin Arlert wounded

1st Sgt. Jean Kirschtein wounded

1st Sgt. Bertolt Hoover wounded

M/Sgt. Miche Zacharius wounded

T/Sgt. Colt Grice killed in action

1st Sgt. Porco Galliard killed in action

1st Sgt. Marcel Galliard killed in action

1st Sgt. Reiner Braun missing in action

1st Sgt. Logan Magath missing in action

M/Sgt. Zeke Jaëger missing in action

M/Sgt. Levi Ackerman missing in action

December 31, 1942

to my dearest,

I wrote this letter to you on the 14th of July, Year 1942. It is with a heavy heart I bring this news to you. Today, the platoon had decided to send our unit to the north of Kolberg, Germany for the next operation. It seems like the war won’t be stopping anytime soon and by the time you have received this, it will be around late December. I miss you and not a single day goes by that my thoughts weren’t plagued by you.

I missed you and think of you even at times I shouldn’t. I have you in mind all the time and I haven’t forgotten about the promise I made to you.

I might not be able to come home soon, but I will come home to you and run with my feet if I have to. Right now, it must be the eve of the 31st of December when you’re reading this.

Please, don’t worry about me and I’ll do the same. There’s a lot of things for me to say that the tip of my pen won’t be able to suffice and before I forget to tell you, there’s an odd spot at your place where I seem to have grown fond of, especially with my last visit a year ago. At the backdoor where the scenery of nature can be witnessed, there’s something that I would like to do. I won’t go into details, but I hope when the next winter comes, I’ll be there by your side. Then we’ll settle the rest of things under the mistletoe.

The world is cruel and full of danger, but it’s merciful enough to have led me to you.

- L.A

[therosiestofrubys]

Countering the concept of a leg

[6spicy6satan6]

ill never forgive wit studio for vaguely fem coding hanji because now we have to deal with people ignoring that they’re non-binary forever