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kazutora-kurokawa · 2 months

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♡ About Me ♡

♡Tora's Angel♡♡Izana's Sidepiece♡♡Taiju's Princess♡

♡ She/her, black, 18, dms open (feel free to message me random things), wanna be moots? just ask me!, reader & writer who's obsessed with fictional characters

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♡ Sorry if any text is hard to see, I only write on dark mode on my phone

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♡ I write fluff sometimes but this is still a NSFW blog, minors dni (pls have age in bio before bouncing around my blog, I will block your ass)

♡ I write mainly for jjk, tokrev, and aot but I'll write for another fandom if you have suggestions.

♡ Read the rules before requesting pls ⤵️

♡ Request rules:

I'll write smut (check if a kink or part of your request is okay with me before requesting), fluff, and angst

I WON'T write smut about noncon, incest or stepcest, minors, animals, or any weird shit.

I'll write for any character in the fandoms I write for and any that you suggest if I know the character well enough.

I only write for fem and gender neutral reader so pls specify which one you want or I'll pick for you lol

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♡ Taglist + Masterlist ♡

*Updated Everytime I Post*

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

Shoot me a message or an ask if you want to be included on my taglist

Headcanons

Toman

Tenjiku

Bonten

Black Dragons

Valhalla

Valhalla!Hanma x Rival Gang Member!Reader (NSFW)

Multiple Characters *stuff with characters that belong to different gangs*

Full Fics/Mini Fics

Multiple Characters

Me U & Hennessy (NSFW)

It Wasn't Me! (SFW)

TokRev x Reader: Risky Sex (NSFW)

Beat Me To It: Mitsuya Finds Out Hakkai Lost His V-card (SFW+suggestive)

Good Cop, Bad Cop: Mikey x Sensitive!Reader x Takemichi (NSFW)

HanKisa x Reader: On Camera (NSFW)

TakeMikey x Reader (SFW)

HanKisa x Reader: Ferris Wheel Fuck (SFW->NSFW)

Needy!TokRev x Coworker!Reader (NSFW)

Kazutora

Post Prison!Kazutora (NSFW)

Kazutora x Reader: Thought We Was Tied (SFW+angst)

Mikey

Cheater!Bonten Mikey (NSFW)

Masturfesting w/ Mikey (NSFW)

Draken

Mechanic!Draken x Cheater!Reader (NSFW)

Sanzu

Savior!Bonten!Sanzu (SFW)

Bonten!Sanzu x Reader: Waking Up To You (SFW+suggestive)

Kisaki

Soft!Kisaki x Motormouth!Reader (SFW)

Takemichi

Dom!Takemichi x Brat!Reader (NSFW)

Taiju

Submissive!Taiju (NSFW)

Protective!Taiju x Naive!Bratty!Reader (SFW->NSFW->SFW)

Izana

Izana x Gang Member's Sister!Reader (SFW)

Baji

Simon Says, Fuck Me (NSFW)

Rockstar!Baji Kissing Fan!Reader (SFW+suggestive)

Cheater!Baji x Reader (SFW+angst)

Hanma

Sub!Hanma x Reader: Cumming From Degradation (NSFW)

Random Stuff *things that aren't necessarily full headcanons or full fics*

Take me Out (SFW)

Boobs or Butt? (SFW)

Mommy Kink Draken? (NSFW)

Hanma x Chubby!Reader (SFW)

Pegging Hanma? (NSFW)

Hanma grabbing your waist (SFW)

Hanma Rant (NSFW)

Ran Rant (NSFW)

Kazutora Thirst (NSFW)

Kazutora Thirst 2 (NSFW)

Hanma is an ass man (NSFW)

TokRev x Hispanic!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Slight Baji Thirst (NSFW)

Headcanons

Armin

Armin Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Eren

Toxic!Dom!Eren Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Multiple Characters

When their partner apologizes for talking too much (SFW)

Headcanons

Choso

Virgin!Choso Headcanons (NSFW)

Multiple Characters

JJK Men When They Catch You Masturbating (NSFW)

JJK x Clingy!Bimbo!Reader (SFW+slight NSFW)

Full Fics/Short Fics

Nanami

Nanami Going Down On You (NSFW)

*Random Drabbles are usually multi-fandom/have multiple characters named

Random Thoughts 1 (NSFW)

Random Thoughts 2 (NSFW)

Random Thoughts 3 (NSFW)

Random Thoughts 4 (NSFW)

🎴 All characters I write about are aged 18+ or have their timeskip! versions used | ask before translating my work (I'll only allow translations on tumblr and wattpad)

#masterlist #tokyo revengers headcanons #aot x reader #aot headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #taglist #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader

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mayariviolet · 2 months

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Random AOT Headcanons - Modern AU

(ft. Eren, Connie, Sasha, and Jean)

summary: Stuff I couldn’t formulate into a coherent or long enough post. Kinda fluff? I just want them to be happy tbh🥺.

a/n: Mostly character traits for my fic temperance! 👀 But honestly, this is how I picture them in general. I’ve been missing my own story lately (even though I’m literally responsible for writing it💀).

Eren:

Addicted to those shitty mobile games. He’ll turn on airplane mode just so he doesn’t get stupid pop-up ads.

Since he’s an avid mobile gamer, if he’s out of whatever resource he needs, he’ll pay that $2.99 for a ‘booster pack’ or whatever.

Hates cilantro. Despises it. He gets lowkey mad when he sees it on his plate💀

Has those ‘Ken’-like senses whenever Mikasa needs him. He will drop whatever he is doing to save his girl!

If Mikasa is shopping at Aritzia- Eren will probably chill on the boyfriend couches or play with the arcade machine. Like I said before, since he has those ‘Ken’-like senses, he’ll immediately stop whatever he’s doing for Mikasa (she’s perfectly fine and just dropped her chapstick).

Listens to anything Metro Boomin produces. Also, listens to Mitski (Class of 2013 fs).

Connie:

His ringtone is ‘Gucci Flip Flops’ by Bhad Baby. It started off ironic just so he could piss Eren and Jean off, but he’s now one of her biggest stans.

He won’t stop playing ‘Gucci Flip Flops’ (while he’s in the shower, getting ready, cooking, etc.) to the point where Eren and Jean have threatened to evict him. Connie says they’re “Silencing female musicians” and continues playing the song.

HE IS A HOT GIRL! HE LOVES MEGAN THEE STALLION!

Likes to wear beanies in the winter.

Adds extra marshmallows in his hot chocolate☕️.

Has an extensive shoe collection (mainly Jordan’s).

Posts those: ‘Show younger you or a bad [insert month]’ templates on Instagram. (He genuinely believes that not posting it will curse him).

Sasha:

Avid Google Maps user. Only to find really good hole-in-the-wall restaurants, though.

Writes restaurant reviews on Google Maps for fun.

Gets mad when said restaurants become popular (my sister in Christ- you wrote the reviews telling people to go there…)

Her favourite music consists of Fleetwood Mac, TWICE, New Jeans and old country/blues.

She cries over those little Korean baby variety shows whenever she gets them on her for you page.

Always carries a packet of ketchup and hot sauce in her wallet.

She gets those ‘This was meant for you’ tarot card readings on TikTok and watches all the way through.

Sends those OBSCENE emoji chain mail text messages to Connie and Jean because it’s funny.

Jean:

Posts gym photos like a harlot.

Sends Connie those ‘Post younger you or bad month’ templates because it’s funny to see him get flustered…

He really likes pop-punk music and one direction (I don’t make the rules).

One time, he walked in on Connie and Sasha watching Ru Paul’s drag race, and he was being such a little shit disturber about it. Until he realized four hours had passed and he was already watching the Queens getting fitted for their final looks.

Rise and Grind- Chicken, rice and unseasoned broccoli mf… Until he got bored of prepping the same meals. He’s become a better cook because of it!

He and Connie love getting high and fucking around while baking those Betty Crocker cake mixes (funfetti or chocolate).

Jean’s favourite movie is The Big Short.

One time, he sat on a Nutella sandwich Connie left on the couch, and Eren accused him of shitting himself. Jean got so heated that they almost fist-fought until Armin had to mediate.

a/n: I’ve been procrastinating napping💀… I’m gonna do that now and work on my Geto fic… hehe…

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firefly--bright · 5 months

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BF Reiner texts, if you could, please! I’m such a sucker for text messages.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ reiner braun bf texts for anon!

(p.s. Im so sorry for the terrible humor)

context : braincell #1 is Zeke and braincell #2 is marcel :')

ੈ✩‧₊˚ headcanons ;

✧ Reiner and porco have a love hate relationship (as we all know) and noone knows when it actually started but they love annoying eachother

✧ Reiner calls you dove :)

✧ annie doesn't like being photographed so the best picture you have of her is literally 90% just her hair

✧ everyone loves mcflurry except for porco because he loves being a hater

i tried with the gc I really did but there are so many people in this group :') and I haven't written for their characters alot so I was kinda lost. i hope this is still satisfactory though! alot of Reiner's character (text-wise) is taken from his aot jr high characterization (except for the....perversion) because I think the characters are more themselves in the series :') I hope you like this!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ wish's winter moodboard event! ੈ✩‧₊˚

#reiner braun x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x y/n #reiner braun x you #snk #shingeki no kyojin #smau #aot #attack on titan #wishs winter!

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halfrican-heat · 7 months

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Famous (E. Jaeger)

A/N: Yeah, I'm high. Hello. This is inspired by Halle and DDG as well as Rapper!Eren that I have been seeing on this hellsite. Keep 'em coming cause y'all bussin' that shit down. I think I was also, more specifically, inspired by some tweet collages made by SOMEONE on this side of AOT but Make it Black™ Tumblr. PLEASE tag them if you know who I am talking 'bout-- I think Eren's tag was "EJTHEDON" in the pictures...

Chile, anyway. Read this story lmao.

Warning(s): Angst; Cursing, Descriptions of flashing lights, Inspired by real events/Fictionalization of real events; Interactive fic with links

Disclaimer: All costumes and face claims are indicative of style and aesthetic not body type. I believe anyone can wear anything they are comfortable with!

Pairing: Rapper!Eren Jaeger x Actress!Reader

The flashing of cameras and rapidly clicking shutters helped ground you to the moment. You shifted, moving your long braids to one shoulder, and flashed a dazzling smile to your left. Paparazzi called to you, begging for your gaze to land on them. Interviewers shouted questions that you could barely hear. You had already done your red carpet interviews, so many of the questions being thrown your way now were for tabloids to pick up some kind of gossip fodder.

You shifted again, opting for an over the shoulder glance to your right with a more demure gaze. Your floor length gown was elegant and aquatic, giving the illusion that you stepped out of the ocean and brought the water along with you. Despite your calculated poses, however, the excitement radiated off you in waves. This was it for you. The culmination of years of hard-work and planning and dreaming-- it all led you to this moment.

The world premiere of your first feature-length film.

You truly felt like you were riding a current and a part of you never wanted the feeling to end. You took a moment, stepping away from the carpet and the cameras, so you could catch your breath. Your manager, standing calmly to the side, handed you your phone and a bottle of water. She looked pensive as you grinned widely at her, but you chalked her cautious stare up to nerves. This was a big night.

You scrolled through your notifications, swiping them off the screen as you looked for text messages from your loved ones. Your twitter was blowing up but you assumed it was about the premiere. You responded to a message from your aunt (she wanted to know how much longer you had on the carpet) and another from your best friend before receiving two texts, back to back, from your publicist.

From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm) Eren’s song just dropped. Handling media coverage right now. From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm) Don’t answer any questions about the song.

You schooled your features, being sure to maintain an easy going facade so that no one with a wayward camera could catch you slipping. Obviously, there was something going on that you weren’t privy to. Now the potential for the paps to catch an off-guard image, and use it to fuel their tabloid bullshit, was higher than ever. You casually handed your bottle back to your manager, smiling though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Angela, what the fuck is Shae talking about?” You whispered, quirking an eyebrow.

You showed her your phone, your features looking amused and humorous. She matched your energy, putting on a casual smirk as she leaned over to whisper to you.

“Stay focused. Don’t answer any questions about Eren,” She said simply, her voice low. “We’ll talk before the showing. I’ll meet you on the other side of the carpet”

She gently ushered you back to the carpet, stepping aside as you posed for the camera. You felt comfortable under the flashing lights, ignoring the shouting from the paparazzi. You took your time, shifting as needed, and making sure your angles were right. This time, however, you weren’t super excited to be standing on the carpet alone. On the outside you looked calm and collected but on the inside? You felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. Still, you pushed through and gave the camera a seemingly effortless performance.

From the corner of your eye, you saw your co-star walking to the carpet.

Relief flooded you instantly. You crossed to Armin Artlert, smiling wide as you embraced him. He was your rock during the filming process, so seeing him at that moment felt like a saving grace. He met your eyes, his own colored with a silent question as he took in the apprehension in yours. You shook your head minutely, embarrassed that he could read you so easily. After months of filming, however, that was to be expected. So, he simply took your hand and talked quietly with you as the cameras captured images of the two of you.

The paps and interviewers went feral at the sight of your hands linked together. Questions about the nature of your relationship were thrown left and right but the two of you ignored them like pros. Armin was a godsend during the filming process and helped you navigate the ins and outs of the film industry with ease. He advocated for you when you didn’t know how to and helped you find your own voice throughout the process. There were seldom few people who would support a black woman in such a way.

Armin Artlet was a true friend and you were thankful for him.

You gave him another hug, preparing to part ways. He gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze and you promised to save him a seat inside. An escort met you halfway across the carpet, guiding you through the flashing lights toward your manager. As you reached her, one pap’s question reached your ears over the others.

“Is your relationship with your co-star the inspiration behind Eren’s Jaeger’s latest diss track?”

The question made your eye twitch as you resisted the urge to ask him what the fuck he meant by that. Thankfully, Angela was a quick mover and a quicker thinker. She grabbed your arm gently, ushering you off the carpet as she popped off at the reporter.

“I hope you’re enjoying your evening,” She said, with a saccharine sweet smile.

The reporter grinned, nodding excitedly. Surely, she believed she would get some special information.

“Very much so! First red carpet event.”

Angela nodded kindly before her smile fell entirely, her eyes sharp and piercing.

“Consider it your last,” She said icily.

She caught a glimpse of the reporter’s name tag.

“Have a good night Stacey.” Angela said firmly, hustling you into the event space.

She found a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and sneaky cameramen. You took a deep breath, rubbing at your temples.

“Angela, tell me what in the hell that was about,” You demanded, glancing over her shoulder.

You tried to control your features because anyone could be watching you from anywhere- trying to capture you in a vulnerable position. Clearly, there was something going on that you were unaware of. It was imperative no one caught you off-guard- thus feeding the damn rumor mill. That was the last thing you needed at the moment.

But apparently your boyfriend was really showing his ass this time.

Your relationship with Eren had been the source for tabloid and media gossip since the beginning. Many people didn’t like the two of you together, not understanding what drew you to one another. They had an idealized image of you in their heads- a princess or a primadonna that shouldn’t be around the likes of him. The people who loved you, or thought they did, felt that Eren was beneath you. They claimed he was using you for relevance. Your self-proclaimed internet aunties didn’t like the company he kept and the girls closer to your age were either quietly jealous or outright haters.

No matter who they were, however, they didn’t know Eren like you did. So, you went out of your way to ignore the harsh spin they put on your relationship. At the 8 month mark, you had hoped the drama would die down. But today was proving you wrong in so many ways. Hopefully, it wasn’t a repeat of that time Eren’s homegirl Sasha tried to drag the two of you into her drama with her baby daddy, Connie- another friend of Eren’s.

You didn’t even want to think about that at the moment.

But maybe…the fans were onto something if Angela’s hesitation told you anything.

She sighed, her eyes filled with concern as she handed you her phone. It was opened to Twitter and you frowned seeing Eren’s handle, recognizing his latest album cover as his profile pic.

You clicked the link, confused as to why he would be releasing a song today. He didn’t mention it on the facetime call you had that morning. He seemed normal enough, albeit a bit distracted. Why wouldn’t he mention that he was dropping a single? In fact, you hadn’t heard from Eren since that call. He usually always sent you pictures of him watching the news coverage of public appearances he couldn’t attend or sweet messages to encourage you. You frowned, biting your lip.

The spotify app opened, the song immediately beginning to play. You lowered the volume, holding the phone to your ear. Angela shielded you with her body subtly, trying to give you some privacy.

The lyrics reached your ears, mortification settling into your veins.

Hardest thing I ever did was fall in love with a famous bitch

The song filtered through the speaker, his words feeling like a punch in the gut. He detailed his feelings toward you, verse after verse. He outlined all his insecurities, placing the majority of the blame on you and your career. He questioned your love for him, asking if the men you work with turn you on. He cast doubt on your fidelity and your professionalism bar after bar.

You took a shaky breath, your eyes stinging as the last lyrics rang in your ear.

Just because they filmin’ it, it don’t mean it ain’t wrong.

You handed Angela’s phone to her, closing your eyes as you bit back tears.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked, her voice soft. Motherly.

It made you flinch. You didn’t need her pity or concern but fuck all if Eren’s song didn’t strike a nerve. When that bum ass pap mentioned a diss track, you never thought it would be about you. Still, it was not the time to fall apart. Not on a day you dreamt about for years.

So, you sucked those tears up and looked at her firmly.

“I’m fine. That weak-ass shit is irrelevant. Today is about this film, this cast and crew and months of effort,” You said, your voice strong. “Let’s get the fuck back to work.”

You straightened your spine, heels clacking as you walked into the theater with your head high. You sat with your aunt, Angela and Armin as you tried to push Eren out of your mind. The day was about you. If Eren couldn’t respect that, if your job was too much for him, then…oh well. You took another breath, pushing the thought from your mind. He didn’t deserve your time or energy at the moment. Eren Jaeger was not going to steal this moment from you.

Still, as the lights went low and the screen came to life, you couldn’t help but send a quick tweet before putting your phone away for the rest of the night. The petty bitch in you deserved a moment to breathe, did she not?

After all, you weren’t the one to be fucked with. Eren would find out soon enough.

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dedicatemyhearttoyou · 5 months

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AoT Actor au - Group chats hcs

this started out with me thinking about how the kids would be begging Levi around S2 for his number, to add him into a group chat and him refusing and it turned out into a whole bunch of silly hcs. enjoy <3

Aot actor au hc:

There are multiple group chats/text chains that the actors are part of and all of them are surprisingly active with no sign of dying down soon (even after the end of the show)

the first of these groups was the kid's group chat, all of the main 104th squad was in it. It's the oldest and perhaps the one going the strongest

around the second half of S2, another group chat was added, fittingly titled "Survey Corps", which includes the kids and the leader/corp vets (Erwin, Hanji, Levi, Miche, and their respective squads)

Levi was the last to be added, only at the last end of S2 or perhaps even at the start of S3

the reason? He didn't want the kids (who were at the beginning still very young and reckless) to have his number and mess around with it. For it to accidentally get leaked would have been just a huge hassle and Levi did not want to deal with that

that being set he warmed up to the group chat very much

the kids were all very nervous to be in a chat with those older actors so they started out very polite, texting as little as possible

which all changed during S3 when the group got much more active

it's quite like a family group chat, with all of them not only talking about the show and their scenes but also about things going on in their private lives

Engagement news and the birth of some of the castmate's children were announced there just as much as they would have done so in private, emphasizing the family feel

on someone's birthdays, the group is the most active, bordering on annoying or even spamming

at some point, it became a tradition to spam the chat with memes and funny pictures of the birthday member, which turned mostly into a contest between Connie, Sasha, and Jean to send in the best, most ridiculous picture

the amount of blackmail material in that chat is hilarious and scary at the same time

Hanji and Mikasa always end up having the best photos though, with everyone wondering how they managed to capture such weird, funny, and mostly outright ugly candids of their fellow castmates

Armin specializes in nap-tures as they dubbed it (standing for nap pictures, aka of everyone sleeping on set)

No one has been able to get a picture of Levi sleeping

Eren might be the one with the most sleeping pictures, with almost all of the cast having taken at least one of him before

during S4 the warriors also get their own group chat, mainly because at first they weren't "allowed" in the Survey Corps one

until someone one day changed the name from "Survey Corps" to "Alliance" and added them all in

it's a running gag for Floch to be regularly kicked out and then added in again

the same goes for Zeke, who mainly gets kicked out by Levi and added in again by anyone else

at some point, they tried to establish a digital swear jar since Gabi & Falco were still rather young and some of the older cast had a bad habit of excessively swearing in their messages

the effort lasted for a whopping 3 days during which enough money was collected for the cast on set to have a giant cake

a cake so big they all got sick of trying to eat the leftovers for what felt like a week straight, which is when the digital swear jar was discontinued

#aot #aot actor au #headcanons #group chats #aot headcanons #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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girlsneedff · 4 months

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AOT Men and Nicki Minaj Songs

Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Onyakopan, Reiner headcanons with reader

SFW & NSFW - Minors and Ageless blogs please leave this alone

ARMIN A. - Good Form

You were always confused why the fuck your friend would talk about his exes begging for him back, wildin about what he’s doin. He always seemed so embarrassed about it when his phone would be blowing up while you guys were out with friends. Once, he asked you to grab his phone, and a message came up. Usually, you wouldn’t look too deep into his phone- but it happened to be open to a chat from a girl. You almost dropped the damn shit.

It was a video. He was eatin the fuck out of some girl’s kat. The way that he was lookin up at the camera with those dazed eyes. His tongue lolled, forearms wrapped around her shaking legs- damn. Then went right back to work all while this girl is screaming in the back ground. Your hand went to your mouth so fast.

She texted:

“I miss you. Don’t tell me you don’t miss this too.”

He replied:

“Please leave me alone! And delete that video, it’s embarrassing…”

That lil dweeb is a freak-

You shut his phone off and hurried up to give it to him, trying to make your lack of eye contact seem normal. Especially since Good Form was playing in the background now. Specifically: “And when he eat the cookie, he got good form”

CONNIE S. - Beez in the Trap

Yk that goofy ass dance that 2 Chainz does behind Nicki? Yea that’s Connie. All the time. Every day. And you’ll feel his presence- just acting stupid behind you- but it’s best to not give him the attention. He comes with you to the beauty supply? Bein a weirdo. Payin at the grocery store? He’s moonwalking behind you, alarming the poor cashier. He’s lucky he’s cute.

“Connie if you don’t quit shakin ass behind me and act normal, thank you.”

“I’m not doing anything.. you must be imagining things.” He says, as he ‘subtly’ slinks back to his spot on your left.

The corner store cashier is just sick of it all today.

EREN Y. - Starships

He heard it for the first time while he was waiting in your room for you to get ready. Too embarrassed to ask you what the song was, he shazamed it, and now acts like he found it on his own.

If he’s not the one driving- he’s sticking his head out the window or standing up in the sun roof just feeling the breeze whilst belting this song. He’s lucky that there’s people to hold his legs, cuz homeboy would have been flew out of the car. It’s his favorite song ever- and he’ll say it proudly. He’s not about to let people shit on his tastes. This man is prideful- he dgaf what anyone says.

“Yeagar if you stick an appendage out the window, you might as well lose it cuz I’m not saving you anymore.”

JEAN K. - Your Love

Real suave guy. And the girls he pull is a testament to that. He views himself as a knight in shining armor. He thinks he’s the samurai in the music video… Ever since one of his lovers showed him the song, he’s resonated with it.

They ask if he knows a Nicki song- he says this one. Then Eren proceeds to dog him for it.

He tries to defend himself- swears Nicki is talkin about him. That’s where you have to check him.

“Boy- she is talk about a man with waves and a durag. Get serious before you piss me off.”

ONY - Needles

Drives a Maybach. Blaring music with the car bounce. Everybody wants to carpool with him, and he usually lets them (except for Connie, cuz he spilt Fanta Orange in his shit just after he came back from getting his car detailed). He definitely fucks people in his back seat. Just because of the fact that it’s a Maybach and he can get away with it- when the car is bouncing, people will never know if he’s getting his rocks off, or if he’s just flexing.

As soon as Pink Friday 2 dropped, and you played the song during a carpool somewhere, he now plays it at least 10 times a day. Full blast. Maybach bouncing off the walls.

“Boy nothing about you is shy. And at this point, your life’s a pile of needles-”

You begrudgingly get in shotgun, and say hi to everyone in the back.

REINER B. - Roman Holiday

Hb is crazy let’s not forget. He’s a workaholic. Came home stressed from work, and his just ranting and raving, and you tryna be the good partner, you’re tryna soothe him. Whether it be suggesting therapy, giving him head, or cuddling, man needs to chill.

This song is just his mental when he’s going through his day to day. I don’t even think that he would know what the fuck this song is, let alone know any of Nicki’s work (shameful).

“I don’t have any medication. Are you saying I should see a psychiatrist? And who the hell is Roman?”

“…it’s a Nicki song. Roman Holiday.”

“I’ve never heard of that song, or that artist.”

“Oh… this is real sad.”

#aot onyankopon #aot #eren yeager #armin arlert #connie springer #reiner braun #onyankapon #aot fanfiction #black reader #aot headcanons #aot x black reader

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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For texts can you do a joking one like pretending you’re breaking up with them or are mad at even though your not and what their reaction would be

Text message jokes about breaking up with AOT boys

Levi, Eren, Armin and Jean.

#attack on titan #aot #levi aot #levi ackerman #levi x reader #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #eren x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein #armin arlert #captain levi #aot fandom #aot texts

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crazychaoticizzy · 11 months

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hear me OUT

we have a nightmare and cant sleep and every noise startles us, so we text german!armin that we cant sleep and in not even 5 minutes later hes at our place helping us sleep (me last night fr)

armin helps you sleep

note: BCOQNPS YES OMG THIS IS SO CUTE IM LISTENING BRO

When you’re unable to go back to sleep after having a nightmare, you’re surprised that Armin comes to help you

WARNINGS: fluff, you’re unable to sleep, Armin is German, reader’s race isn’t specified but they know Spanish, I’m also fairly certain this is gender neutral? Not sure might have slipped a she or something somewhere lmk if I did, hints of insomnia if you look really really closely, this can be read as a part two to Google Translate, but it’s not necessarily

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You jump in your sleep, waking abruptly to find yourself still laying in your bed. You look around for a moment, assuring yourself that nothing seems amiss before exhaling and closing your eyes again.

You’re not entirely sure what you had dreamed about, but you knew it was enough to startle you. The dream disappeared almost as soon as you woke up, but it left behind a lingering feeling of somebody watching you…

The clock read 2:05 am. Too early for you to get up and start your day.

You tried falling back asleep, but you felt even more unsafe with your eyes closed. You wouldn’t be able to see if anyone came up on you…

You jumped slightly at the wind pushing a branch against your window. You let out a breath of relief when you realized it was nothing, attempting to fall back asleep.

Not even a minute later you heard scratching, which continued on for a few moments before you heard footsteps scampering away. A squirrel.

You needed to calm down. You’re getting in your own head and freaking yourself out. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest.

You decide to take a small walk around your apartment, getting out of bed and turning on the lights before pacing a few times. No more sounds were heard, and you had calmed down a bit so you decided to go back to sleep.

Upon getting comfortable, an airplane flew over your building, scaring the living daylights out of you. You let out an exasperated breath, laying on your back for a moment before grabbing your headphones.

You played an instrumental playlist you had, hoping it would calm you down and you could sleep again.

Except you kept pausing it every couple of seconds because you keep hearing noises.

You eventually decided to veto the music idea, putting your headphones back on your nightstand before checking the time.

2:57 am.

You had already been up for almost an hour worrying about nothing.

You grabbed the plastic bottle from your nightstand and drank, but that only woke you up more.

You definitely weren’t getting to sleep anytime soon.

You mindlessly began scrolling through TikTok, continuously sending your boyfriend the links to watch when he wakes up.

What completely slipped your mind was that he was the world’s lightest sleeper, and that your messages were the only ones that came through the do not disturb barrier he had on at all times.

You quickly opened his messages to apologize, forgetting what you were originally going to do as soon as the keyboard was staring at you.

Instead you went on a bit of a rant about why you were awake, adding in some lighthearted and friendly vocabulary to make it seem like it wasn’t a problem.

bro i had the wildest dream

i dont know what it was about but it was kinda scary ngl

i kinda forgot it when i woke up

anyways every sound has been scaring me for the past hour and i cant go back to sleep 🥲

it’s ok tho cause i dont have anything to do tomorrow

i think

maybe who knows

anyways i’ll leave you alone and let you sleep sorry about that

please go back to sleep dont worry about me

ily amor <3

You clicked off your phone, determined to no longer text Armin and bother the little sleep he gets.

Except not even five minutes later you heard the hinges on your front door creak, and soon after you saw Armin in your doorway.

He was still wearing his pajamas, a white T-shirt and black sweats, and he looked exhausted. You couldn’t see him well in the dim light of your room, but you could tell he was tired by his sluggish movements.

“Armin,” you said, sitting up. “I told you not to worry about it and go back to sleep.”

“No, it’s fine.” He yawned, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. “I couldn’t sleep anyways.”

He had a mild German accent during the day. You couldn’t hear it unless you were listening for it or he was speaking German, but now, while he was tired and delirious, it was much more prominent.

He took a couple steps to your bed, holding something out to you. “Here’s salt for your weird tradition thing.”

“It’s not weird,” you defended, taking the salt shaker from his hand. “Armin, go back home and sleep. I’m fine, I promise. You don’t need to worry about me.”

He shook his head, humming. “Nope. I’m already here.”

“Then take my bed and sleep. I’ll go in the living room so you can rest without noise or disturbance. You sound tired.”

“I’m wide awake, mein Schatz. I’m not tired.” He yawned again, turning to walk out of your room. “I’m gonna make you tea.”

You sighed, removing the blankets from yourself and standing up to follow him into the hallway. “Armin, go to sleep. It’s obvious you’re tired, and you don’t get much sleep anyways. I don’t want to make you get less than you already do…”

He turned, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up. He walked back to your room, ignoring your continuous protests. He laid you back down, hovering above you for a moment.

“I don’t mind not getting sleep if it’s because of you.” Looking at his face, he didn’t seem tired. His blue eyes were clear and wide open, but you could see the light circles under them from this close. “Du bist meine Liebe, und ich liebe dich mit meinen ganzen Wesen. Let me do this for you.”

Sometimes when he was tired he forgot words in English, so he spoke to you in German. You didn’t know what he was saying, and it often times didn’t matter since it was mostly babbles about how much he loved you, but you sometimes got the basic jist of it.

“I feel bad, though. You already don’t sleep great,” you said.

“And that’s okay. I want to do this for you, so let me.”

You stared at him for a moment, admiring the look he had in his eyes and the way his jaw was set.

“Fine. But promise you’ll lay down and get sleep after.”

He softly smiled at you. “I will, mein Schatz.”

He left a lingering kiss on your forehead before pushing himself up and leaving your room. You heard a few things knock together in the kitchen, and you let out an exasperated breath. You almost hated that he was always so willing to sacrifice his own well being for yours.

Armin was carrying a light blue mug when he came back. You sat up as he set it on your nightstand.

“Thank you,” you said. You grabbed his hand as he was pulling it away from the mug, leaving a soft kiss on his fingertips.

He smiled at you. “Did you eat some of your Voodoo-Zauber salt?”

“Amor, I swear to god it works and it’s normal.” You jokingly rolled your eyes, reaching for the salt shaker. “But no, not yet.”

Armin shrugged, climbing over you to lay down beside you. “I don’t know. I sounds like a quick way to get dehydrated.”

“You drink water with it, pendejo,” you joked, laughing as you poured a small amount of the fine white salt into your palm.

“How dare you call me a pendejo.” Armin laughed, moving under your blankets and wrapping an arm around your lap as you took the salt like a shot. “You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You smiled as you brushed your hands together and reached for the mug on your nightstand. “You’re very pretty, too,” you replied before taking a sip of the lavender tea. You gently rubbed his arm while returning the cup to its position, readjusting yourself to lay down beside him.

He moved his arm to your waist, pulling you so you laid flush against him. He rested his head against your chest, breathing in your scent.

“Ich liebe dich.”

You smiled, kissing the top of his head. “Yo tambien te amo. Now go to sleep, okay?”

He nodded, softly kissing you. “You, too.”

You hummed, beginning to run your hands through his short blond hair to help him doze off. He did so quickly, his soft snores being the only sound filling the air.

You smiled, leaving a ghost of a kiss on his head so you didn’t wake him before allowing yourself to fall asleep as well.

this was such a cute idea thank you so much <33

also y’all, is the salt thing normal??? do other people like eat salt when they get startles or nervous to calm themselves down??? cause it’s something i do and only recently realized that no one i know does it

im also realizing my warnings for these things are getting a bit unhinged i apologize for that

anyways hope y’all enjoyed

-Izzy <3

#izzy’s imagines ❀#attack on titan #aot #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin attack on titan #snk armin #armin aot #aot armin #armin fluff #armin arlet #armin headcanons #armin arlert x reader #armin

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levmada · 8 months

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aot text-meme-messages (1/?)

#by me #idk why #k.scribble #memeing #aot #aot meme #snk meme #eren yeager #kenny ackerman #levi ackerman #gabi braun

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chaotic-nick · 4 months

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆enough's enough: connie springer x reader

yesterday's poll was a tie between actor au yuuji and an aot situationship fic (brainrotting so hard for both au's) so here's a Connie fic!

plot: where you're really done with Connie

wc: 899 - no warnings

additional stuff: Sasha calls reader a 'bitch', writing's extremely rusty T-T, media au mention of Miche

here's more situationship connie, and more by @happybird16

“Thank you, baby.”

She read last night’s text from Connie. And in every word she read in all the manuscripts given to her, all of them seemed the same. Coffee shop menus and online restaurant menus were all a ‘Thank you’ or ’baby’. It was all her brain wanted her to see now.

Then she looked at the actors in the documentary they were shooting. No. Even her brain didn’t allow her to see anything beyond Connie’s honey eyes and the girl’s tired smile. Then to the commercial boards with endorsements— no, it became a combination of both.

Connie was stupid. That she knew. His cruel mind was smart enough to accidentally send her the message and the picture— still, a stupid move. Maybe she was the first of the many people he slept around with (it was her delusion trying to comfort her), she was the first in his contacts that he didn’t think twice to *accidentally* send it to another person.

Did he leave the girl wondering about when he’ll commit to her, too? Sasha’s hand found the top of (Y/n’)s, knees bent to look at her eyes, “Hey,” her mouth moved. Spouting out sentences about the shoot beginning in fifteen mionutes, the people loving her script, and something with the actor’s catering services.

Somehow, Jean, the production assistant, joined them. “You look pale.”

"Stayed up late,” pointing to her rolled up copy of the script, “for this.”

“Yay, third coverage.” Yawned Sasha.

Third shoot or coverage of whatever the hell put her in the hills between Shiganshina and Ragako, Connie was quick to replace her. How disposable am I?

Following Sasha and Jean in admiring the set, (Y/n) crossed her arms to keep herself standing. Those lights. It added more pain to her head— even brought a watery screen to her eyes, painting a blurry picture of Connie and that girl.

An actor came in, excitedly yelling about how pretty the ‘new blood’ made the set. Her voice, shrill. Words coming out one after another, though all muffled. As if teasing (Y/n)’s crying heart,

“Thank you, baby”

Words that were enough to push her off balance.

“(Y/n)!”

To hell with looking like he threw whatever he clean clothes he found— it was true. As if he looked any better, Reiner wasn’t shy to point out how, “you look like the definition of a scumbag,” when Connie opened the car door.

With a roll of his eyes, one fist clenching his annoyance, and the other careful not to crush the brownies, “Just drive, will you?”

Worry occupied the empty space in his head, only her name echoed in the space between his ears. She’s not the one to pass out so easily. Nor the one to get sick and still wake up to work. Right? Unless Sasha and Jean caught whiff of their ‘arrangement’ decided to exaggerate a minor accident on set.

Though Jean’s picture of her in the groupchat wasn’t an exaggeration. “Passed out, hospital.” It only read.

Briefly passing by the hospital’s many windows, he agreed with Reiner when he caught a glimpse of his reflection. Black sweatpants and a jacket he now zipped up to look more presentable.

Of course her brownie’s from Miche’s bakery.

Carefully opening the curtain, he poked his head in to see Jean and Sasha leaning against each other in deep sleep. A pile of their bags pushed to the corner. “(Y/n)!” He called to her, seeing that her eyes adjusted to the light.

Nearly crying from weakness, (Y/n)’s face hardened in anger when she found him already standing at the foot of her bed. It could never be with Connie, he was still in bed with his girl, it couldn’t be himi just standing by her bedside now.

“Hey, what . . . happened?” He even asked in a careful tone that made her stomach churn in anger. “Sasha told me you passed out. Actually, everyone’s worried about you.”

“Just . . .” moving away from the hand that would’ve played with her hair now, “go home, Connie”

He heard her clear. “Hmm?”

“Go home.” No, she must be saying that because of how sick she felt.

His finger tried to lift her chin up, “I was worried, so I came—”

“As if it’ll make me better.”

“Haven’t made you—”

“So, go home, Connie.”

His lips tugged up to almost a smirk, her knew how she joked around. “Sure?”

Like he wanted, (Y/n) lifted her gaze up to him. Showing his playful smile her hardened jaw, “Connie, I don’t like you.”

“Wha . . .”

“Enough’s enough.”

“H-hey, did I do . . .something?”

“I don’t wanna do anything with you. Just . . . please,” she sighed, “leave me alone.”

Behind him, Sasha still deep in sleep mumbled, “Dude— man, she’s not really joking around. Bitch’s sick. Go.”

“Yeah . . .” agreed Jean, stretching his legs. “She’s got a fever, you don’t wanna get that.”

“Your brownies are . . .” holding her hardened stare in his confused eyes, Connie slowly backed away. “Rest well alright?”

Outside, waiting for Reiner, Connie’s mind lost in the whathe had said, pulled his phone out. Thumb rapidly checking all of the messaging apps they talked in.

When, “Fuck”.

#nick writes fics #connie springer x y/n #connie springer x reader #aot x reader #aot x y/n

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jjkeremika · 6 months

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secret

description: erens been gone for three years but sometimes he’ll ask to see mikasa

pairing: eremika, eren x mikasa (aot,snk)

smut: yeah

Mikasa crossed her legs once she felt the vibration travel up her thigh. She knew who the message was from and what it said; everyone who could’ve messaged her was in the meeting room apart from one person.

The one on the run.

He’d disappeared years ago, becoming search priority number one like usual, then dropping to priority zero not before long. Declared public enemy number one. Humanity’s last hope renamed to humanity’s downfall.

She knew what the text message would hold. An address. A remote site within the walls, hidden away from daylight and watchful eyes.

She walked out of the building with Jean and Armin, the guilt gnawing at her insides like a hungry animal. She knew she shouldn’t hold onto this information, this meeting place with the world’s enemy. She knew she should hand it over, tell them to plan an ambush and capture him before it’s too late. Turn away when they scroll upwards and see the onslaught of previous rendezvous locations. Start running when the questions are directed towards her.

Jean asked what her plans for the night were. Mikasa felt burdened when she lied about volunteering in the far districts and had to rush away.

She knew she should’ve pulled out the communication device and exposed the message. Exposed the numerous messages over the years, heavy on one side with addresses and little else, no times or requests or questions or hellos or goodbyes. Only weighted expectations.

Ones she filled every time.

It’s not like other soldiers don’t do something similar, she tried to reason with herself. Blow off the steam somehow. She’s humanity’s second strongest soldier, she needs some kind of outlet right? She can’t be the best if she’s bogged down all the damn time. She’s doing humanity a favor, really.

Sure, maybe not the best person to do it with, but it’s not like they really discuss anything.

Mikasa arrived at the building first, having walked for the past thirty minutes to avoid drawing attention to her ODM gear.

She recognized the building; they’ve met here before. She walked around the building to the side door and knocked—silent, expected. She entered—unlocked, expected.

It was a small standard room, rented out like a back-alley inn for quick money. Hush payments, no questions asked. It worked for Eren’s situation.

She removed the ODM gear and carefully placed it on the chair, breathing deeply at the relief of lifted weight. If only the chains that shackled her to this situation had been lifted too. She’d have felt so light.

She stared out the window watching the sun set below the wall when the door opened, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent room.

“Sorry I’m late,” he apologized insincerely, closing the door behind him and immediately facing her. She felt a weight drop in her stomach at the sound of his voice. Rougher than before, like he didn’t use it anymore.

He toed his shoes off at the door and started to walk over, confident strides defining each step towards her, leaving little space between. He smirked at her smugly, all knowing.

“And for not texting in a while.” He said it like he was late home for dinner one night, an unplanned one-off event where the dutiful husband should’ve told his loyal wife about the delay; like it was a rare scenario for their daily lives.

She hated this internal tug towards him, the feeling that if she let go she’d fall right into his arms, right into this dream of a perfect house life, a normal life for their very abnormal messed up lives. Resistance was all she had, but he made that fantasy so damn enticing.

Eren stopped before her, holding his arms out. “Did you miss me?”

The weight that had dropped had now dissipated like electricity in her pelvis, sparking something, like a live wire in a puddle of gasoline.

Mikasa turned around and crossed her arms, making abrupt eye contact with herself in the mirror. She had her reasons for dissatisfaction, his leaving with little explanation only to then spontaneously be overwhelmed with a fervent desire to see and feel her being one. He couldn’t just show up whenever he felt like it, ask for her then leave before dawn, only to do it again weeks later without question.

Well… he could, and he does. But she won’t let it be easy and immediate.

Eren stepped up behind her, a pitiful pout on his lips, and rested his chin against her shoulder. “I bet you did.” He wrapped his arms around her own. “I bet you missed my arms around you,” he said into her neck, smirking because he could feel the goosebumps rising on the skin in response, could feel her tightening the muscles in her forearms and back and neck in response.

His pupils glimpsed at hers through the mirror from the awkward position against her neck. “Missed my hands on you.” One hand traced up her arm, caressing up her shoulder down her sternum to her naval. She closed her eyes and felt each point of connection between them like the tip of a live wire, lighting up a body map with strikes of lightning and sucking air out of her lungs.

“Missed my fingers touching you.” Eren’s mouth was just behind Mikasa’s ear, and one hand dropped to her back hip bone, rubbing circles at the skin between her shirt and her pants, just above her butt, moving lower with each cycle. “Missed my fingers inside you.”

She involuntarily gasped and Eren smiled widely, arrogantly. She could feel it against the fine hairs on the back of her neck. He pressed his front against her and took the opportunity to cup her breast firmly. She relaxed back into him, mouth agape, an airless gasp escaping her lungs.

“You wish,” she muttered, wanting to hear him say how badly he missed that too. She eyed him through the mirror, trying to maintain strength but knowing he elicited weakness.

He moved the hand from her hip to just below her naval right above her pelvis, fingers just curling to where her heart was pumping blood. “You’re right,” he whispered against her neck and lowered his hand and curled his fingers inward, dropping it to the gap between her legs, “I do.” He tightened his grasp on her boob. “I do so badly.”

A light ahh escaped her mouth as Eren pressed his fingers up between her legs into the fabric. He started rubbing lightly, and her hips involuntarily moved with the friction. He pressed his hips forward into her back and ass. “Can’t you feel how desperate I am for you?”

She could feel his hard cock underneath the coarse fabric as he pressed himself deeper into her. “I’ve missed you so bad.” She released a huffy breath as his finger rubbed against the right spot. She loved when he needed her, when he was so very desperate for her, and he knew it. “I want you so bad.” But she wasn’t ready to stop teasing him yet, she couldn’t. He hadn’t done enough to deserve it yet.

Mikasa softly reluctantly cried out as Eren removed his hands from her crotch. He forcibly turned her around, then steadied her with his fingers firmly dug into her hips. Her hands collected on his broad chest, solid and firm and soft under her touch.

Eren immediately started sloppily kissing up and down her neck, a clash of teeth and tongue and saliva and it should be gross but its sending millions of tingles to all the right places. She bared her neck out for him, giving him more room, more access, to make her feel even more. That’s all that was on her mind: more more more.

“Tell me, Mikasa…” The way he said her name, like each syllable was equally important, like it was hot honey dripping from a hot spoon into the most delicious cup of hot tea—it caused bubbling sensations to travel down her spine, an ease to settle in her stomach that made her feel at home. “Tell me you want me.”

One hand sat firmly at her hip while the other struggled to undo the zipper. The whisper against her neck sent a shiver throughout her body, sent heat to her cheeks and made her knees weaken slightly.

“Eren,” she responded lamely, breathlessly. His name tasted foreign on her tongue, but they both knew it will re-adapt to her mouth the more she says it, dance on her tongue better the longer the night goes on.

He lifted his head up, peeled his lips off her skin and made eye contact, fighting the urge to pin her between the mirror and himself.

The look in his eyes… dark yet innocent, heavy and burdened yet in love. The games and resistance before felt so trivial now.

“Mikasa…” He brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, letting the warm palm of his hand caress her cheek, leaving a trail of hot pink skin from the touch. Her name was a melody leaving his lips, soothing all past injuries, slowly becoming more quiet and unplayed the longer he’s away.

She ignored the frown lines and heavy bags under his eyes, hoping that at least for tonight, she can give him the very best remedy.

One hand rose from his chest and firmly settled into his hair, grabbing the long dark brown strands and intertwining her fingers. Mikasa’s other hand slipped under the fabric of his shirt and climbed up the ridges of his abs to his chest, letting it rest above his heart.

Both of Eren’s hands had found themselves around her waist and pulled her in, effectively closing the distance between their bodies. His hard erection pressed against her front, his nose burrowing into her neck.

“Please,” he whispered into her skin, his humid breath condensating immediately. He started to press soft kisses to the exposed flesh. “I need my princess.”

Usually she hated the term and she absolutely despised when the regiment tossed it around like a synonym for weakling, but there was something in the way Eren said it, a level of softness and neediness that set the word apart from others, set her above the rest. Being his princess meant being something different entirely. Not being needed, but certainly never not wanted.

The moan she released was half in response to the pet name and half in response to his lips connecting to the softest spot of her neck, just above the dip between the collarbones.

The grip on his hair tightened and her breath sped up as Eren’s hands frantically tugged at the buttons on her shirt, unbuttoning half before ripping the rest off in lazy frustration.

His mouth immediately made its way down her chest, pressing kisses with salivary remnants all over the exposed skin of her breasts. He let his tongue and lips roam all over the soft bouncy flesh as his hands roamed her torso. She bent her back to accentuate her chest on his tongue.

“Take this stupid thing off,” she ordered quickly, tugging on the shirt he always wore.

Eren pulled away and did as he was told as Mikasa’s hands scattered to her back as she struggled to unclasp the bra that kept her chest so tightly caged in. The bra was off and on the floor by the time Eren had pulled his shirt over his head, and his eyes were locked onto her breasts not a second later.

Eren groaned at the sight; her chest was always his favorite. Voluptuous and bouncy and forgiving. He started to palm his hard-on through the rough fabric of his pants.

Mikasa cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “Getting needy, huh?” she asked redundantly. She started to slowly sink to her knees, raising her hands to Eren’s knees and caressing up to his hips. Mikasa glanced up at Eren once her head was just in front of the erection he was palming. “Nuh-uh,” she tisked, shaking her hand. She grabbed his wrist and moved it away from the tented fabric. “No touching.”

She quickly undid the pants button and both of them were pulling down the fabric together until his red cock popped out, eager to taste the air.

Mikasa licked her lips and used her thumb to wipe some of the spit away, making eye contact with Eren the entire time, whose eyes were heavy and hooded with desire. He looked down at her and subconsciously pushed his hips out, silently begging for her to take him all in her mouth already.

Well she got the hint, and after gently rubbing her hand up and down the shaft briefly, she brought her lips to the tip and wrapped her lips around it.

She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked rhythmically, changing the length she covered with her lips and alternating the position of her tongue. Eren bit his lip so hard blood could’ve come out. Mikasa looked up at him like she’d suck that too.

His hands were clasped in her hair and his mouth was parted as his hips chased her lips. The ghost of the wet contact stayed on the skin and sent soft rolls of pleasure up his body, building up the desire for more. He chased after her mouth, hoping to shove all of his cock down the wet warmth of her throat.

Tears formed in the edges of her eyes as his cock pushed against the back of her throat. She continued to suck and tug and lick at the sensitive skin, letting the myriad of noises and praises he released act as cheers and encores. His voice carried her name so thickly when she sucked him off, like he was choking on it the same way she choked on him.

She continued to suck on his cock when the vein throbbed and he released his load into her mouth. “So good with your mouth,” he mumbled to himself as she swallowed cleanly, smirking at the whiny whimper he released when he came. “So, so good.”

Eren roughly yanked on Mikasa’s hair to pull her to her feet, signaling for her to stand in front of him again. Once she stood up, he forced her backwards until she was trapped between the mirror and him.

He pulled down roughly on her hair with one hand and let the other hand drop to her hip. Her mouth was open in shock as a surprised gasp slipped out. “God how I’ve missed that mouth,” he muttered more to himself and dropped his hand from her hip even lower to her crotch.

He kissed her as soon as she made eye contact, then curled his fingers upright and in between her legs. Eren altered the weight of the fingers against her crotch and rubbed carefully, feeling himself grow hard as his tongue slid against hers while his fingers searched through fabric for her clit.

He lifted his hand slightly and slipped it between the waistband of the pants and her bare skin, quickly adjusting to the skin contact and finding a new rhythm.

Mikasa bent her knees slightly to increase the pressure. Her mouth was open and short bursts of air puffed out as his fingers played with her clit and moist lips.

Eren tucked his hand down awkwardly and started to curl two fingers towards her clit. He tugged on her hair at the moment he pressed against her clit to elicit out breathless gasps and more drops of fluid, causing his fingers to start making a squelching noise with each movement.

He yanked on her hair again, causing her chin to lift up and her mouth to open wider with a loud “Ah!” He pulled his fingers out of her waistband and lifted them to her mouth, putting three inside. She closed her mouth obediently around them and started sucking, her mouth puckering at the sour taste of herself.

Eren’s pupils were so dilated his eyes were dark as he watched her suck on his fingers, evoking a series of dick twitches that reminded him just how hard he was, just how badly he needed her to get off.

“Take your pants off,” he ordered simultaneously, watching Mikasa suck on his fingers with dilated pupils. She sucked on his fingers just as diligently as she sucked on his cock and started unbuttoning and unzipping her own pants, shaking the fabric from her thighs and stepping out of them easily.

Before she knew it her naked body was pressed against the cold mirror again. The hand clasped in her hair had moved to her lower back, holding her close to his body, where she could feel the new erection growing eagerly.

Eren replaced the fingers in her mouth with his tongue. She kissed him headily, like somehow she could make up for lost time, while his licked-up fingers made the trail back to her now exposed cunt. Without warning he slipped two fingers inside, shoving his tongue deeper down her throat when she gasped, preventing her from making any form of noise. The only noise being the sound of fluid displaced with each push in and pull out of his fingers.

Mikasa let her knees collapse slightly as she let herself be pinned between the mirror and Eren’s body. She practically sat on his fingers as he shoved them in and out of her, the noise more loud and obscene than the sound of their tongues smacking together, than the sound of the mirror rocking against the wall as Mikasa’s body recoiled with each pulse of his fingers.

She tilted her head back to break the kiss, short of gasping for air as her head became light, as her mind blanked with nothing but the thought of Eren Eren Eren.

He was already breathing heavily from having come once, and now he was breathing heavily to make up for whenever his breath stopped, whenever he silenced his lungs so he could clearly hear the gasps and whines fall from her free lips.

But she was still far too quiet for his liking.

The squelch squelch squelch sounds increased in frequency and amplitude as Eren sped up the movement of his fingers, letting his hand soak up and prune with the discharge, coaxing out various moans from her that only sucked the air out of his lungs more.

Mikasa loudly squealed out as Eren blindly jabbed inside her vagina, poking and curling his fingers inside around the spot that made her scream. Desperate to hear how loud she could be.

“St-, Eren, wait! Stop!” she cried out, struggling to find his wrist to pull his fingers out. He paused, leaving his fingers inside, curling the tips ever so slightly, relishing the touch of her smooth velvet insides against the rough fingertips.

She gasped when she finally found his wrist and pulled ever so slightly on it, signaling for him to pull out and step away. He did, and the absence was felt immediately. The emptiness inside she was so familiar with that would sit until their next meeting.

He took a step back from her to let her collect her composure. As soon as she was solid on two legs again, her hand reached back out for Eren’s hard cock. “Fuck me,” she pleaded, eyes wanting, “please. Fuck me with this,” she roughly squeezed his cock, smirking when Eren’s eyes squeezed shut and his face twisted in pleasant surprise, “until I can’t walk anymore. Until I can’t even stand.”

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