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jjkeremika · 6 months

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it is hot (with you; love you)

description: eren and mikasa make love in a hot spring… that is all…

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

universe: og/original

**smutty**

Eren found peace in the hot springs, often spending his free time hiking well within Wall Maria to the hot spring, sauna and spa resort in the mountains.

A small cabin complex for weary travelers, wedged into the side of the mountain, small pools of hot water scattered, isolated. The long trees and tall rock structures surrounded the spring like a cocoon, wooden planks imitating walls creating roof-ed structures.

Eren would sit naked on the smooth wooden surface, let the steam tickle his skin with a warm embrace. The hot dewy air made it easier to breathe, easier to bear the reality and responsibilities of this world. The bright shine of the near-setting sun on the water highlighted what little beauty was left to enjoy, made it more difficult to close his eyes on it.

He heard a splash and ignored it, keeping his eyes closed and breathing meditatively, spacing out his breath into three intervals of five seconds: five second inhale, five second hold, five second exhale. He was always alone here, the splashes always being a small animal or a twig falling in.

Being lost in the crystal-clear air of the mountains had its perks, one being that rarely did he encounter anyone. No one to ask who he was, why he was there, where he was going to, who he was running from. He never had an answer for those questions, or at least never a good one.

Never having to introduce himself, never having to actively be himself... The feeling erupting in his chest, like he had been uplifted from the ancient curse, like the weight of eternal and immortal expectations had dissolved like acid kissing skin... A taste of freedom.

It could only be made better with the company of select friends, the presence of certain family, the close shared proximity with the love of his life.

He thought of her... of leaving her behind. It was inevitable, and he was searching through his dreams for some solution to stop it, to live on by her side. His attempts felt futile, and as he sat in the most beautiful place alone, wondering if maybe he’d end up wasting the rest of his time cluelessly searching for a way to extend it, instead of spending it with her and everyone else too.

He used his forearm to wipe the water droplet from near his chin. Another perk of the sauna is, if it was hot enough, the sweat was indistinguishable from the tears.

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Eren had been feeling particularly dirty today and he'd had an awful premonition that were getting more horribly more vivid and despite Erwin and Hange's disapproval Levi still used Eren as titan-target practice. So it was a long day, and he really wanted nothing more than to hurry to the hot springs.

But Mikasa had insisted on visiting the replacement graves for their parents today, citing that it might be the last time in a while before they can visit again, and only Eren knew just how correct that statement was.

They were silent on the walk there, their bodies actively fighting the magnetic pull between their fingers as they walked.

At the grave site, they had become aware of the temperature drop, and Mikasa started shivering slightly, her muscles too fatigued from training to resist the cold.

He draped his sweater over her arm, his hands lingering on her shoulders as he thoughtfully placed the fabric in a way to keep her warm. The touch from his hands was warm enough, the area instantly heating up her skin and radiating throughout her body.

It was the walk around the cemetery, no particular destination, when Mikasa finally broke the silence: "How are you doing, Eren?"

He stopped walking momentarily, the question catching him off guard. He thought about what he was doing all the time; never how he was doing. Did he even want to burden her with that?

Was there any point in lying? This was Mikasa, she knew so much about him she could likely tell if he were lying from the sound of his voice.

And yet she trusted him so deeply she’d also reject that.

She stopped a couple paces in front of him and turned to face him. He debated how much to divulge. The details were long and nuanced and boring and he was still sorting them out.

“I'm... adjusting," Eren answered neutrally after pondering. Mikasa eyed him carefully, squinting as the final ray of golden light struck her face, lighting up her eyes.

He smiled lightly as he stared her, heat erupting from the center of his chest and spiraling out like an untamed fire. He suppressed the forming tears in the corner of his eyes, blinking them away. He always did think she was beautiful. He never told her that.

Maybe he should tell her that. "I'm happy right now." He smiled softly. With you.

She turned around to face ahead. She was skeptical, but she also doubted that skepticism, leaving her at a crossroads. He felt the stinging signal spread to his tear-glands, forcibly swallowing to take his mind off the sensation. "That's good. Maybe we should visit here more." She started walking again.

Maybe it was because deep down he wanted her to know that despite everything, he was still human, and he still needed joy and relief to survive; maybe it was because he wanted the most serene place in the world to be her surviving memory of him; maybe it was because the weight of the world was crushing him and the strongest soul in existence stopped in front of him and he so desperately didn't want to be alone.

Eren took a rushed couple steps and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a stop and causing her to twist her body to face him. "I want to take you somewhere. Come with me."

He didn’t wait for a response, just started leading without looking back to see if she truly stayed. She followed Eren to the mountains obediently, asking questions at first but stopping after becoming frustrated with Eren's cryptic answers. This place was sacred, exposing this place meant exposing his remaining solitude, his last freedom. Or maybe she'd be the spoon making it easier to taste.

When they'd finally arrived, Eren quickly rushed Mikasa through the main entrance and out the back. Mikasa was confused as there was little time to process her thoughts and surroundings, but she was amazed at how comfortable Eren was here, that alone was strikingly obvious.

He brought her to his most frequented spring, his favorite because of how isolated yet comforting it was. The enclosure was small and warm, moss covering the rocks and wisteria--fake, maybe--hanging between. He stopped in front of the open door and held his arm out, gesturing for her to enter. She did, glancing around in wonder, still taking it all in.

"A hot spring?" Mikasa asked, turning around to face the doorway. "This is where you come every day." It was more of a processing statement than a question and it didn't necessarily require an answer, but Eren nodded anyway. His future and dreams were cloudy and ambiguous; he didn't want tonight to be.

He started taking his shirt off, already warming up from the steam accumulating in the loosely closed-off room. "I love it here," he answered quietly, eyes gazing around the room, noting the small differences from yesterday. He moved on to remove his shorts.

Mikasa's face erupted into various shades of pinks and reds, her eyes widening slightly and fixating on Eren's eyes, biting her lip to relieve the tension from holding her gaze above his sculpted collarbones.

He shifted slightly to pull the short off his foot and Mikasa's eyes glanced at the glistening sweat forming on his sharp collarbones, pointing like an arrow towards the tough ridges that make up his abs.

She licked her lips, catching glimpses of his firm ass as he stepped into the spring, wading to the middle where it reached his naval. She gulped harshly as the water kissed up his thighs, instantly hugging his skin.

"I can't describe it," Eren sighed, running his hands over his face and letting the hot water forge different trails to his chest, his brown hair turning black as it absorbed the water. Mikasa's eyes followed the sweat traveling down his chest, watching it culminate into the reflection of the same site and watching the process in reverse. "You have to try it, Mikasa."

She pursed her lips, hesitant, before complying by slowly undoing the buttons on her shirt. She could feel Eren's eyes on her, intensely watching the finite movements of her fingers caressing the button, and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. The thought of asking him to do it for her crossed her mind.

She shrugged off the top and her hands moved to the buttons on her pants, surprised at the increased breathability for her skin. Mikasa briefly caught Eren lick and bite his lip as he kept his eyes trained on her hands.

Eren waded closer, the water line settling now just above his hips. The water lapped at the paler skin, inching threateningly closer to where his cock was starting to harden. His breath hitched at the sight of her bending over to pull the pants over her knees, her cleavage rounding and the weight of her boobs distorting the structure, starting to fall out of the bra.

He kept his eyes fixed on her chest, fully aware of her gaze on him, as she started to stand up and stepped out the pants, leaving them on the floor.

She placed her hands delicately on the thin straps of her lace panties, and she was secretly psyched at her bold choice this morning. Eren stepped forward, the water loudly splashing out of the way, a splash lapping at her feet.

"Wait," he said quickly, "wait." He looked up at her from in the pool, the water to his knees. He held one hand up to her. "May I?" There was a hopeful rejuvenation sparkling in his eyes, an unspoken promise on his tongue.

His hands were inching towards her hips, giving in to an unseen magnetic pull, like he already knew she'd say yes. She'd paused in disbelief, her body becoming unbelievably warm. "Mika?"

As soon as the breathless "Yes," landed in one ear, Eren's hands snapped to her hips, holding the thin delicate fabric so tightly in his rough hands. His palms and forearms rested against the length of her thick thighs, the fading light still highlighting the muscle.

Eren took a slight step forward, disturbing the peace of the water and pressed his face to her crotch, still clutching onto the panty straps, like he'd drown if he let go. Eren inhaled deeply, a shiver ran down his spine and pulsed right to his cock because she smelled so, weirdly delicious.

He swallowed the saliva building on his tongue and rested his chin just above the top panty line. He stared up at her to find her staring at him, both hands reaching to his hair for stability. He could feel her heart beat to the pelvic muscles; she could feel the panty fabric dampen.

His throat was dry and he was at a loss for words as he stared at her and slowly started tugging down the straps. He stopped when the fabric had bunched just above the lips, letting them teasingly peek out at himself, and he licked his lips. Eren bit the fabric quickly, pulling back, looking up to make eye contact with it in his teeth before abruptly letting it recoil back and roughly yanking the rest of the panties down.

His hands immediately wrapped to her butt cheeks, grabbing one in each hand, like they were his new life support in the still pleasant waters. Mikasa moaned as he fondled the skin, grabbing and folding the soft flesh in his strong, rigid grip.

Meanwhile his mouth pressed kisses like it was paying a nonexistent fare as his mouth ventured lower, lips meeting lips. Her soft gasps served as conductors, waving him on. He sucked firmly, licking out exploritorily, smirking as his tongue registered the taste of her.

Eren lowered one hand from her ass cheek to between her thighs and swirled his thumb in the fluid. She was more wet than the steamed air.

He smirked at the gasp Mikasa released as his thumb cautiously pressed between the labia, his tongue following his finger and his mind making mental notes of where he'd touched that she was the loudest.

His thumb slid easily on her wet skin, alternating pressure with light thin tongue flicks or hard flat licks. Butterflies and extreme heat erupted in her stomach, spreading across her body like wildfire instantaneously.

"Oh, Eren!" she moaned loudly, clutching onto his scalp and pushing her weight onto him slightly, her knees wobbling from the pleasure.

Eren firmly grabbed one thigh in his hand and guided it to rest on his shoulder, his other hand supporting her standing leg. He supported her weight and she pressed into him and tightened her thigh to his face as he continued to lick hungrily at her clit, happier with this angle, with the weight of her thigh against his cheek.

After a few moments he smacked her cheek and pulled his head away, staring up at her with shiny eyes and a moist mouth. “On the ground,” he ordered.

Mikasa instantly obeyed, scampering onto the cold stone ground and sitting down. She hummed as the strangely cool rock soothed the hot stinging of the smack.

He leaned over her a heart’s beat later. Within seconds he was hovering over her legs, manhandling and kissing up her thighs, biting at the skin and licking to make up for it.

Eren moaned when he tucked his nose to her pussy and delicately touched his tongue to her clit again, his hands gripping her thighs that squeezed together, blocked by his head, pressing against his cheeks instead.

The pleasure went on for minutes, the sound an ungodly symphony, before the skin became too raw and too sensitive and Mikasa had to push his face away.

She was aching to catch her breath, her chest heaving, her heart racing, her pulse electrifying. He was smirking at her, also breathing deeply, like he were willing to sacrifice air to drink more of her. His eyes sparkling like he were staring at an angel; she was shining with a halo of sweat and condensation.

Mikasa opened her mouth to say something, barely got the semblance of an “I” out when Eren had lunged to her, the magnetic pull becoming too overwhelming to ignore anymore. Their mouths collided, his hand reaching out to hold her in place, and it felt like the steam from the sauna had penetrated their barriers.

She had moved to hover over his lap, lower thighs kissing but upper thighs barely touching, yearning out and aching to close the space. Eren’s hands were too busy exploring her breasts and upper back to pull her closer, and he was too overstimulated to focus on the drops landing on his hard cock, the mixed droplets of his saliva and her discharge.

Eren’s brain was short-circuiting: there was too much of her to focus on, and there were so many sensations of her skin of his to process. She was overwhelming.

Eren loudly moaned when her hand shyly reached for his cock, confidently gripping it yet stroking it coyly. The contradictory strokes sent electrifying waves of pleasure to his brain, pumping more blood back to his cock so he could feel it more.

The noises blissfully slipped out of his mouth as she tugged on him, kissing and nipping softly at the skin on his neck while bouncing lightly on her knees, letting her clit just grace his tense thigh, the ghostly friction teasingly divine.

When the heat boiling inside became too much and the heat from the moist air made the sweat stick to his skin, Eren roughly gripped her bum with both hands and pulled her onto her lap.

She fell into him, yelping at the sudden motion then quickly moaning at the friction between her wet clit and his thigh, the moist sheen between causing her to slide towards his crotch, his hard cock upright wedged between their abdomens.

He waited until she made eye contact before kissing her, brushing a strand of hair from her eyeline then holding her neck. He used his other hand to guide her hips as she rocked back and forth, both of them moaning softly into the other’s warm mouth.

Mikasa used her hand to lather his cock in the wetness that had gathered between her legs, the mixture of sauna steam and sweat and saliva and fluid. Eren’s eyes screwed shut and his face twisted in pleasure at the movements, pulling away from the kiss and softly moaning her name, his grip on her skin tightening.

The steam was infiltrating his mind, he could feel the water lift the weight of everything despite the very real muscular weight shifting in his lap. He felt the buoyant feeling in his chest, lifting the shackles.

“Mikasa,” he started softly, tears welling into his eyes, “whatever happens…” He tucked his nose into her neck, unable to look at her. A hot tear slid down his cheek. The words choked in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

Her hand firmly gripped his cheeks and forced him to look at her. She was smiling so softly, a look that made the warmth of the sauna air around them feel cold. Her thumb unknowingly wiping away the tear.

“I know, Eren,” she replied soothingly, rubbing her thumb once or twice against his cheekbone. “Me too.” He returned her smile before she kissed him gently, slowly, so slowly Eren wondered if time had been paused. “Always,” she murmured against his lips.

“Always,” he whispered quickly in agreement, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

She lowered onto his cock, the explosive burst of electricity inside drastically drowning out their quiet tones, amplified the feeling ten thousand-fold.

Eren’s lips hovered over her chest, panting, periodically pressing kisses or nips to the goose bumped skin. He pawed between her bum and hips as he rocked his hips in rhythm with her bounce, drinking in her loud moans.

The motion was slow, not greedy like before. The kisses were softer and more tender, the touches were longer and warmer. The pleasure felt amplified somehow, like the crowded steam air made it impossible for it to evaporate, keeping it condensed inside them, making every touch and every movement and every kiss feel so much more powerful.

He gently rolled them over, carefully placing his hand behind her head to prevent it from hitting the hard rock.

Her nails clawed into his back, breaking through the steam-heated skin but stopping at the strong muscle, leaving raised red reminders for tomorrow.

He thrusted in and out, slowly, taking his time, like he had all of it in the world. Mikasa’s fingers clawed at his pecs with one hand and the other grabbed a fistful of Eren’s overgrown hair, dragging him closer.

When the sensation in her pelvis spread to the rest of her body and her toes started to curl, she wrapped her arms underneath Eren’s shoulders and held him close, eliminating as much of the distance between their skin. The sweat acted like magnetic glue, pulling and sticking their bodies together with intricate forces.

She moaned loudly and unapologetically, taking each thrust as he whispered compliments and novelties in her ear, telling her she looked so gorgeous like this, being fucked by him.

She was too breathless to tell him he looked and felt godly, hand crafted by a higher power. She worried he’d laugh at her anyway.

Eren was rapidly approaching his climax, and from the way her thighs clenched around his waist—so tight practically preventing him from moving—he could tell Mikasa was too.

He pushed deeper, fighting against the strength of her thighs around him to pull out ever so slightly and using even more force to push deeper inside. Only two hard pumps and he came inside her, Mikasa still grinding herself against his overstimulated cock, causing him to choke out her name and jerk his hips back, which her hips instinctively chased.

Her thighs loosened around him and he slipped out. He layed onto the cool stone and pulled her into his arms, resting her head onto his chest, her skin hot and red and sweaty.

He stared at the wooden ceiling, wondering if his vision was so blurry because of her or the steam. He closed his eyes. He didn’t even care if it was blurry. He was in his favorite place with his favorite person, living in his blissful freedom.

She lifted her head a little to look at Eren, their eyes and lips aligning. “Mikasa… I…” She stared at him with a happy, cozy smile, like the ones they’d wear when they snuggled with his mother by the fireplace when they were kids—at home.

The words choked in his throat. Tears welled in both their eyes, but her expression didn’t waver. He kissed her instead, mouthing the words into her mouth, etching them inside with his tongue.

He relaxed into her touch, fell into her intoxicating kiss all over again, when she carved the reciprocal sequence of letters into his mouth.

Love you.

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aliasnz · 4 months

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Undesirable Presents: Le/vi Acker/man for @nametakensff and @kawaii-kushami's snzblr secret santa event <3

Tags: aot/snk-canonverse, allergies (pollen), cold, contagion mention, spray, mess, language. Word count: 2000 (and counting) A/N: I have several apologies to make about this fic >-< First of all, I am so sorry that it is so late! Secondly, I apologize for being unfamiliar with the other fandoms requested, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for writing for my fav. Third thing: just so I can have something out sooner rather than later, please consider this a part 1 that will be edited, updated, and self-reblogged upon completion. Finally, this fic may be too indulgent, but I am crossing my fingers that it is enjoyable anyways ~

If Levi had his way, he would have spent the day in solitude.

His ideal birthday was simply his ideal day. In the warmer months, it would have been a sunrise run followed by a cold shower, his warm sweat and clingy pollen swirled down the drain. Then, his civilian clothes and a walk to the brick cafe at the edge of town. Black tea, white croissant, yellow pages of his favorite novel. Head ducked down and buried in his book, anyone who recognized him - for better or for worse - received the message: leave him be. He would sip until the porcelain ran dry, would stay until his stomach rumbled. With the last hours of daylight, he would stop at the butcher stand and purchase a few ounces of meat. It was about all he could afford on his military salary, but with rare optimism, he preferred to say it was all he cared to buy. Steak dinner for one. Lights out by dark. It was his way.

But Levi hardly ever had things his way.

He was a December baby, as Hange so mockingly put it, who loathed winter cold and winter colds. Instead of that morning jog and downtown stroll, he shuttered himself in his room with intermittent napping and tidying. Some considered his celebration traditions pitiful, but he could not complain. In ways as weighty as a family to visit or write to, yet also in aspects as miniscule as a good night’s sleep, Levi had been cheated in most realms of life. In time, he had come to live with it, found comfort in little joys, and wished the others understood that. That wish was most wanted on his own birthday, for everyone else seemed to celebrate it more than the man himself.

In the depths of his heart, he knew they cared about him. The yearly plethora of visits all accompanied with gifts should have proven that, but he loathed the treatment he received. Perhaps the early symptoms of the annual cold were to blame for that. No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, contagion made quick work of the barracks. Sooner or later, it would catch up to him, and that onset always seemed to hover around his birthday. On occasion, he wondered if he would be better off facing that inevitable infection head on rather than repeating the futile delay, but his train of thought was always cut off one way or another. A pang of headache, a harsh cough, a runny nose, or a sudden sneeze. This time, it was a knock at his door, the first of the day, one of many sure to come.

Levi swung his legs over the side of the bed. Bright rays reflected off the metal buckles of his gear and reflected into his eyes, garnering a wince and dawning thought: just how late did I sleep in? Standing up, he immediately noted how his shoulders felt heavy, his breaths labored. If he had to guess, his cold would take hold of him before the 25th was over. Lucky him.

Hand clamped down hard on the handle, startling the two on the other side just before he creaked his door open. The tall couple cast shadows over him: Nanaba and Miche with -

Shit...

Levi braced himself for their scream, but instead, they spoke calmly, handing over the bouquet with a pair of matching smiles, “Happy Birthday, Levi.”

He startled, not because he was surprised by their presence, but intimidated by their present: a bundle of bright-red poinsettias, pointed with specks of pollen he doubted they had noticed. They were far too innocent to have purposefully gifted him such a slew of allergens. Others, however, he was less sure about.

Instead of reaching out to grab them, Levi crossed his arms and tipped his tongue in refusal - refusal of their gift and refusing to indulge in the sneeze he already felt budding. Speaking quickly, he aimed to rush them out before they could witness his unravel, “I don’t want them.”

“C’monnn, Levi!” Nanaba pleaded, bending at the knees and shooting up again quickly. In her eager bounce, his eyes widened as he watched the petals flutter with her. His arms instinctively flinched before him as if he could block the microscopic wave. “Miche and I stood outside for hours in this freezing cold -”

Great, two more patients upcoming.

“- waiting for the flower shop to open.”

“First in line,” Miche added. “Do you know how popular these things are at this time of year?”

Levi’s stance remained unchanged, Nanaba saw his disinterest and felt compelled to play it up, selling the present rather than gifting it. “They smell good, too!”

Miche, on the other hand, preferred the path of insistence. Snatching the stems from his partner, he thrust them to Levi’s face, nearly touching, “Go on, smell them, you’ll see for yourself.”

He held his breath, reluctant to inhale as long as those were within reach. Aiming for subtlety, he feigned to nonchalantly scratch his nose with his wrist, “If you like them, keep them.”

“Someone’s ungrateful…” Miche teased, unhurt by the shorter man’s attitude, but never passing up an opportunity to rag it. “Y’know, most people would say ‘thanks’ or something…”

Levi frowned, he wasn’t ungrateful. Deep down, he was touched. On the exterior, though, he was objectively irritated, and could understand why they misread him. With a pang of guilt, he sought to correct the miscommunication, but that pang was miniscule compared to the burn of his nostrils, a flame that the leaves were now fanning.

“No, it’s just…” his face scrunched as he attempted to fight it off, just until he could finish the sentence, at least? “It’s… just…”

However, that bouquet was set on denying him. Throwing in the towel, a rare occurrence for humanity's strongest, he whipped around and buried his nose in the crook of his elbow, “Hah’AESCH-ihh!”

Fuck, all three parties unknowingly shared the same thought. For Levi, the nature of his curse was multifaceted. Foremost, the unexpected harshness of that sneeze, the wind knocked out of him first thing in the morning. From that, the daunting notion that this was the first of many sure to come, either from allergies or the cold. Finally, the flush that flooded his cheeks. That outburst had shown enough vulnerability already, Levi lingered behind his arm and remained turned away, waiting for the blush to disappear as well.

Yet, even after those awkward seconds of silence, neither Nanaba nor Miche could erase that image from their mind: his tan coat spotted brown, the mist that shot from beneath his elbow and faded into the room’s sunlit atmosphere. With the captain turned, they allowed their faces to contort with disgust. When his audible sniff confirmed what they thought they saw, they looked to each other and cringed, agreeing that this birthday visit was over.

His comrades did not put the dots together, that the sneeze was a symptom of his allergies rather than the cold that was notably floating through the halls. Fearing for their own immune systems, they retreated several paces, but not before Miche thrust the flowers in Levi’s grip and snapped his hand back, no chance of handing them back now.

By the time Levi turned himself around, arm still bent at his nose, the pair was already a distant blur.

Nanaba waved over her shoulder, “Feel better soon! Don’t come near us until you do!” A joking-not-joking singsong to her departure.

“Have fun with those!” Miche cupped his hand around his mouth, allowing his bid to beckon from down the corridor, “You can thank us later!”

Levi dropped his arm, prepared to call back. Doing so, however, meant that his guard was let down, and he should have known better, that his assailant would be quick to take advantage. With the distance, Levi did not turn or cover - not that he had the time for that - and instead ducked his head down, sneezing onto his own torso. “Hnn’kkshu! Heh-ISHhew!!”

Unfortunately for him, the height at which he landed placed him adjacent to the very bouquet that set him off. A dire proximity, each inhale killed every second - any hope - of relief.

The mess was not only audible, it was tangible, piercing the threads of his button-up and sinking through to his undershirt, summoning a shiver. The clean freak could not bear the sight, nor was it his habit to. After each sneeze and before opening his eyes, he assessed the tickle. If it remained, his lids likewise remained shut until his system managed to kill it. The first attempts at regular breaths informed him outright: you’re not done yet. Levi kept his head down, bangs intercepting his eyeline with each jolt. “Heh’tchew! Kk’shuu!!”

Once again, he paused to survey his own state. Although he beckoned for a break, his body merely mocked him. That all you got? Clearly unsatisfied, with frustration, he submitted to its demands, exacerbating the expulsion as best as he could, aiming to please. “Hah-ESHhew!! HIH’kit-chew! Hah…Hah-AEshih!!”

His intakes had been audible even from those meters away, his fit an early alarm clock for all still asleep in the vicinity. Dammit. As an insomniac, he was especially remorseful to have been responsible for waking anyone on the weekend. Even redder now, he tried to convince himself it was not his fault, that they should have known better than to shove those flowers in his face. However, as his voice crescendoed, it became more of a stretch to blame the gifters rather than the receiver, the inducer over the screamer.

The burn in his sinuses was unbearable, he decided to look to the windows behind him, hoping to coax relief. Before he could lure his gaze that way, though, he caught a glimpse of pity on his teammates, and somehow, that was what bothered him the most.

Fuck, this has to stop. At this point in the fit, breaths were hard to come by, and his life-or-death experiences had molded his mindset to meet his most urgent needs first. Perhaps counterintuitive, Levi understood that defeating the irritant meant battling with it. Working through rather than around. Meeting their eye contact, Levi yanked their gift to his face and took a deep, deliberate intake, figuring that his unconventional strategy could get two messages across: he was allergic to their gift, but at least it was good for something. And maybe they’ll remember this scene come next year.

Indeed, they would, and Levi would be lucky if the memory remained confined to those two. The finale was a sneeze that made them cover their ears and made the last few sleepers snap up in panic. For him, the aftermath resembled the end of a workout: tire and exhaustion, yet inexplicable relief. For them, it read like a newspaper headline: steadfast, hardass germaphobe of the branch soaked in his own saliva and other unspeakable substances. The tight-lipped, ever calm captain engaged in the toughest battle of his life: no titan in sight, but tiny irritants also impossible to see. Screaming the barracks awake, he would have been the last culprit anyone suspected. Only true friends would keep this episode a secret, maybe he shouldn’t have been so terse with them.

Vengefully, and with the slightest bit of told you so, Levi motivated himself through the end with the anticipation of seeing their guilty faces, but by the time he opened his eyes again, they were long gone, either cowering from contagion or gossiping already. Around here, viruses and rumors spread like wildfire.

Worked up and let down, Levi released a shaky exhale, wiped his face with his sleeve, flung the door shut behind him, and tossed the bouquet onto his bed.

One down.

tbc!

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ryuichirou · 6 months

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Hello!! I'm too shy to send you this out of anon, but I wanted to let you know how much I admire you. I'm a TWST artist myself, and I like certain problematic tropes and pairings. I also want to draw nsfw of my favorite ships, but I'm too afraid of doing it. The anti movement in fandoms is too overwhelming and I'm scared of people going after me. I don't mind kids yelling at me for drawing teens doing what most teens do nowadays (like sex) but everything has escalated so far that people are willing to doxx you and ruin your life over what you ship or draw, and that's what I'm scared of. I know that you probably get nasty messages and people bothering you, but seeing you and Katsu continue creating regardless of what people might say gives me encouragement to post whatever I want. And you seem to be a sunshine of a person, not to mention that your art is amazing. I wish I could post daily as you but sometimes I'm a little bit lazy and I yet need more confidence even if I've been drawing since I was a teen. Anyways, sorry if this got longer, but thank you for contributing amazing art to the TWST fandom. (I'm also into Hetalia and SnK!!! Seeing that you like DenNor made my day haha)

Sending you and Katsu my best regards!

First of all, thank you so much for your support and for your kindness, Anon. And thank you for messaging us at all about this topic, even if anonymously. I think this is a very important thing to talk about, and your message honestly made us kind of emotional. It was a bad idea to read it before going to bed lol

Just like you said, the anti movement is honestly psychotic. I feel like a lot of people who participate in it simply don’t realise the weight of their actions and words, which make sense, because the majority of them are very young; and the ones that are adults are usually quite deranged and dangerous. It’s not rare for their actions to lead to horrible consequences, but I guess this is nothing new. It used to be overbearing conservative parents, now it’s some kids with too much free time. That being said, these days we see more and more people who ignore, criticize or ridicule the antis for their hypocrisy, and this is very nice to see.

We really do get quite a lot of hate, but honestly, we used to get even more stupid comments, even though we haven’t been hated with such passion before. But still, the support we’re getting now is also much more impactful and vocal than what we used to get. There also are people who aren’t even into our ships, but would defend us just because of what this whole thing represents: their own right to do whatever they want when it comes to fiction.

Our personal thing is that we’re just way too spoiled and self-indulgent with stuff that we like. Even if it meant that we’d never get hate, we would be miserable if we had to restrict ourselves for the sake of others; and I know that because we tried. So the worst thing that could happen is that we’ll stop posting, but we’ll still continue creating, because it gives us too much joy to give it up just because someone has no friends at school and wants to impress other antis with their sick (moronic) post when they completely miss the point of our content and ignore our 18+ warnings.

So yeah, I hope you’ll remember what you love about drawing and keep doing whatever you want, even if you don’t post it. But I also think that, if you’re comfortable at any point, you should also post it. You can create an account with no link to your regular acc and your personal info whatsoever and post whatever you want there. You could still get hate, but at least it will be safer and without any high stakes, although I understand you might feel fear because people could recognise your artstyle and connect the dots.

Also preventive bans work wonderfully. If we stumble upon a post that has certain aggressive messages (you know the ones), we simply block everyone who interacted with that post. It takes time, but it’s worth it, I think. Hell, people use “call-out” (because there is nothing to call out, we’ve stated everything plainly ourselves) posts with us to block people.

Also also, ironically, ignoring the hate also kind of helps… I know it’s easy to say, and it’s not a 100% guarantee, but we just think that people are more prone to attacking you if you react to hate in any way. So the best thing is literally to just block and delete it. Oh, and always report it if it gets aggressive – this could do nothing, but it could also bitchslap them out of nowhere lol

Anyways… I am very grateful and glad if we could give you any type of reassurance and comfort with our posts. I hope to see your stuff one day, and I hope there’ll be more people who post whatever they want, so fandoms can become healthier again.

And I’m very happy you like Hetalia and SnK too, especially DenNor! <3

Thank you again from both of us, and I hope you’re having a good day.

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mongoose-bite · 4 months

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fic writer interview @nevermindirah tagged me! Thank you, Happy New Year :3

I'm tagging @thana-topsy @baratrongirl @amazinmango @raindrop-rouge, but only if you want to, no obligation.

How many works do you have on AO3?

83.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,369,970

There you go, substantially more than a million words, for the sheer love of it.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Fuck: My Life Nearly 190k of eruriren porn star AU. Of course it's my top fic.

These Weren't Memories ereri canonverse, written after the first season. It's old, and I don't like all of it, but it's a classic of the ship as I tried to make it work as close to canon as I could.

Neither Tarnished Nor Afraid ereri, and the first true AU I ever wrote. It's a weird police procedural, and I think it's up there just because it's old and has had more time to accumulate kudos to be honest.

The Beneficent Gentleman Finally a non-snk fic. Kingsman, hartwin, and my only epistolary story, loosely based on the novel Daddy Long-Legs, and I'm quite proud of how it turned out.

Flight (When None Pursueth) And we're back to ereri; it was just the biggest ship I ever sailed. This was my serious take on a reincaration AU, and it was not fluffy.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually I do now, but back in the heyday of the SNK fandom I rarely did, cause there were just a lot of them. I responded to long ones or ones that asked a question. I also think the culture has changed on it too; ten years ago it was much less expected for authors to respond to generic 'i liked it!' comments, but as comments have dried up overall, it's become more common.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

If There is a Cure Skyrim fic. Delphine/Dragonborn, and there is no happy ending.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

95% of all my other fics tbh.

7. Do you write crossovers?

I don't enjoy crossovers. I wrote one tiny Ojisan to Neko/Persona 5 fic that probably would have been funnier as fanart, but I can't draw.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Ooh yeah, back in the day on ff.net in the early 2000's I had a guy get all caps on me cause I paired the PC of a game with an older woman, and a few others that were clearly designed to sap my confidence, presumably because I was writing the wrong ship.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Consensual.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I'm aware.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah a few times. Very flattering. I even had a translator pass on translated comments once.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes but it's rare. Honestly I've only ever met one person with whom I really clicked as a collaborator. That was a long time ago, and we do very different things now. It's fucking magic if you can find the right person though.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Ereri is not my current interest, but it really was something special. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever write like it's 2014 again...

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I don't have one. The only fic I never finished I abandoned completely.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Description; I can do a lot with few details.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sloppy editing, repetitive phrasing, (a symptom of the former) and the pacing on long serialised fics can get very baggy.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Keep it to a minimum. If you don't need it, don't use it. It's more trouble than it's worth (I'm wearing my reader's hat for this one; my eye will just skip over it.)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Morrowind.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

There isn't one. I've missed fandom a lot over the past few years, and if I'd wanted to write something I would have.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

My Old Friend. It's barely a fic, really. A man goes back to his hometown to bury his abusive uncle and reconnects with the father of his childhood friend, on whom he had a powerful but obviously unrequited crush on as a teenager. I had to string together a bunch of unrelated prompts as part of an event, and it just turned out really well. I'm proud of it.

#meme #crunchy's fic

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ao3feed-erumike · 2 years

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So long

Hello to the very few account still active here.

With the end of SNK and everything that's been going on in the fandom, I think it's time for this blog to die it's natural death.

It's very rare to find an real erumike fic these days, and the AO3 RSS feed doesn't make it easier. Most of the fic found for the feed are eruri which is not what we are looking for. And it's almost impossible to find fic with erumike as main pairing on AO3, the filter system is just not that good.

The fact that this blog was created in 2016/2017 when the SNK fandom was pretty big on tumblr and Mike was still kinda alive (lmao) made de the pairing kinda popular, but tbh i stopped following SNK ages ago, I have no idea what's going on and that's fine by me.

I just feel like that blog as run its course and it's tome for it to end.

It's an automated blog, so unless there is some people who really don't want it to die, I think I will delete the blog at the end of summer.

Thank you all for following this blog

Ciao bye

#erumike #erwin smith #mike zacharias #also the IFTT wasn't working for a while #but really the RSS always frustrated me

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moonbake · 2 years

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Haru Kurosawa | Imagine... A Blind Date | AOT/SNK

Erwin Smith || Art Museum || word count: 4.1k || (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ SFW

Haru is leaning on a tall light pole, standing near the entrance of her apartments, her doll-sized handbag resting on the bench as she adjusts her knee-high black boots. I don’t know why I wore these; they’re going to be so loud. It wasn’t like her to fret about how she looked, but this date was different from her others, it’s a blind date.

Her best friend Hange Zöe wanted to cheer her up after losing her art internship. Not that she could argue with them since they live together. Haru had to promise Hanji she wouldn’t look up anything on Erwin Smith, the CEO of a Survey Freedoms, Inc. a security company that handles relocations and safety to the needy.

As promising as that sounds, not really her thing. The only reason she agreed to the date is because Hanji had already set the thing up. She’d much rather be in her room painting away while her cat Moon watches from the balcony.

Instead, here she is standing in her black turtleneck tucked into a plaid high-waisted skirt. I should’ve grabbed a coat. Her boots aren’t high-heeled, though she was warned to wear her tall ones. Whatever that means, she’s been with tallboys before, nothing new to her. It's cute to see how flustered she’s getting over this date.

She looks at the older gentleman, Bill the doorman. “No need to be nervous,” he smiles.

Haru sighs, “is it that obvious? I was hoping to play it off...” she decides to pull her hair up into a bun, trying her best to contain her thick black waves.

“My advice? Be wildly honest. Hold nothing back.”

“Alright, duly noted... thanks Bill,” Haru chuckles.

“That’s why me and my wife are still married, misses told me I was too piggish when I watched movies, and you know what?”

“What?”

“Bless her. Wanted to prove her wrong with movie nights and well, been doing for the last thirty years,”

Haru smiles, “how is she doing by the way?”

“Just fine,” Bill opens the door for guests coming into the building, welcoming them and returning his attention to Haru, “she’s out of town, visiting the grandkids.”

Before she can reply, a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulls up and stops. Expecting the driver to come out, the back doors reveal a pair of long legs stepping out in tan slacks, with a pair of brown leather shoes. All pulled together by the very tall gentlemen wearing a white button up shirt and wool mix waistcoat. Topped off with a small, emerald bolo tie.

His sky-blue eyes paralyzing Haru causes her knees to lock up. His intense gaze turns soft, putting his hand out to shake, “are you Haru Kurosawa?” She quickly looks back to Bill, who nods and gives a discreet (stamp of approval) thumbs-up between the two.

All Haru can manage to do is nod, “I’m Erwin Smith, Hange failed to mention how formal this would be, I’m a bit of a mess,” a mess? If he’s a mess then I’m the queen of slobs, she thought as her eyes darted to his arms, the fabrics looking ready to tear as it struggles to stretch against his large, thick biceps.

She looks back not even realizing Erwin gaze on her, cheeks flushing against her will. “You’re fine, I’m mean I tend to overdress,” boo no Haru own it! “Well, you know, it’s not a date without boots, which by the looks of it, maybe I should’ve worn my taller pair.”

Erwin chuckles, “you look lovely, putting me to shame honestly,” She finally takes Erwin’s large, yet gentle hand, as he motions to the car, “shall we?”

The car ride is filled with the familiar get-to-know-you questions, mostly it seemed like Erwin trying to get Haru to speak up more. Not that she didn’t want to, if anything, she was finding it exciting to listen to him speak away about his work, friends, and what he likes to do—which is rare as not many men really grab her attention. Especially corporate ones.

“So, where exactly are we going?”

Erwin chuckles, “to be honest, Hanji set this all up, even I’m in the dark” he grabs his coat, removing the lint as best he can. “They told me you’re an artist,”

“Not a very good one,” Haru semi-jokes, be confident not wimpy, she waves her hands, “currently I’m an art teacher over at the school nearby my apartments,”

“That’s amazing,” he dropped his coat to his lap, turning his attention to her, “what do you normally draw?” he asked, this time leaning on her every movement.

“Landscapes mostly, I’d like to become a concept artist, but portfolio building is very time consuming, to say the least,” she didn’t want to go into detail about failing the internship. What makes it more painful is getting to the last round of interviews... only to lose to someone close to the president of the program. The industry, am I right?

“I’d love to see your art,” he said bring her back to reality, “or at least, whatever you’ve willing to show me,” a soft smile absorbed his face, with a spark in his eye.

“Really?” She can’t help but smile at his response, “that’s sweet of you,”

“I’d be happy to even look at your portfolio—”

Haru shakes her head at his ambition, what a sweet boy, “trust me, it’s all over the place, I’d much rather show you something else,” she quickly overthinks what she last said, cheeks burning up, “not like that! I-I mean, not to insult you or anything! Cause we were talking about my art and all.” Shut. Up. Her thoughts shake her, only to her surprise, the car isn’t silent.

Erwin can’t help but chuckle, his endearing laughs causes Haru to lighten up. Suddenly, she’s beginning to feel comfortable around the intimidating figure, he isn’t like him... he’s light-hearted. She shakes thoughts of him away, but then out of the dark, like a crack of a whip, “That’s a shame,” Erwin’s bold voice murmurs, adding to the tension between the two, “I better play my cards right then”

Her heart flutters, causing her to dry swallow. Her legs pull together, clenching so hard it squeezes her pleasures away. Before she can reply, the car comes to a stop. The two look out the window at the destination Hange so cleverly picked out for them.

“No, they did not!” Not even waiting for anyone to open her door, Haru leaps out of the car. It’s the Art Museum she had been boring Hanji about, they had new exhibits she’d been dying to see like the Yoshitomo Nara one, and the Van Gogh, even her personal favorite type of style, the artpop corner!

Erwin can’t help but admire her spunk, grabbing her bag before tipping the driver. As he leaves the car, his eyes are locked on her pear-shaped frame, it’s very hard for him to respectfully stare. It’d be easier if her skirt wasn’t hugging her hips, a major weakness for him.

“Can’t forget this.” he lightly taps Haru’s shoulder with her bag. She chuckles, using it to hide her blushing.

“I’ve got to thank Hanji for this,” she said as Erwin easily slips his coat on. “You really had no idea about this?”

Erwin smiles, “believe me, I’d be taking credit if I did.”

“Guess I chewed their ear off about this place enough,” Haru looks back to Erwin, “I’d get it if this isn’t your type of thing, rather go do something else,”

He frowns, “are you kidding?” he looks to the museum and takes a deep breath, “this place is full of history, I’m a sucker for that,”

“Good thing art and history go hand and hand,” she said as she stared walking ahead.

Clearing his throat, Erwin smirks, “you have no idea.”

After buying their tickets, the two wander inside the chilly, brightly lit space. Haru is jumping in place like an eager kid, ready to throw herself into the exhibits. Psst! Control yourself, hot dilf standing next to you! She takes a deep breath to calm herself.

Erwin who’s looking at a pamphlet, looks unreal (and not just because of his height) his sharp jawline and strong brows pull it all together, screaming dominance... why did that come to me? She thought as she makes her way towards him.

“Where to first?” she asks.

Erwin looks puzzled, “no-no, it’s where you want to go, I’ll follow.” Except to his surprise, she shakes her head at what he just said, replying with, “want me to pick?”

She nods, “of course, lead the way commander.” she murmurs as she gets closer to him, looking down at the same pamphlet he is, only this time the tension between the two is thicc and oh so electrifying as she takes in his strong aroma of sandalwood and after-work coffee. Haru prefers tea but can’t help herself from taking deeper breaths as she’s close to Erwin.

On the other hand, it’s taking everything in Erwin’s power not to compliment her sweet honey-rose scent, like a flower protected by a hive, forbidden. As she’s busy looking over the map, the turtleneck is highlighting her jaw and clinging tightly to her chest. He snaps his head, and look to his right, cheeks flustering, “let’s go this way.”

He offers his strong arm out, and without hesitation, Haru takes it. She’s holding on tighter, absorbing his warmth as she's feeling him flex through the coat, he’s going to rip it if he keeps this up.

They first walk into the German Expressionism exhibit, pieces of art that were saved from being destroyed. Some of them are straightforward, with subjects of farms and people, but as they slowly walk through the art, it turns into an expressive nightmare showing the true horrors.

Though they were chatting away in the car before, here, the two are nearly silent as they take in the art. Only the chatters in the background and their soft breathing can be heard. If anything, Erwin is occasionally looking over at Haru who’s completely lost in the art. Her round, fern-green eyes carefully soaking in the work, occasionally peaking in the corner catching him.

“When did you decide you wanted to be an artist?” he asks.

She shrugs, “when my parents were busy working, I didn’t have any siblings growing up, so I had to keep myself busy, had to put my energy somewhere since I sucked at sports,”

He chuckles, “sounds like your parents were alright with it then?” he said, keeping his attention on her.

“Mmmm... yes and no.” Haru pulls away from Erwin, feeling her stomach turn at the thought of her family. It’s been sometime since she’s talked with them. Not her favorite topic.

Erwin clears his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stir things.” His calm demeanor allows Haru to weakly smile, giving his arm a light squeeze.

“Believe me, it takes a lot to rattle my cage, besides,” she looks over her shoulder to more Expressionism pieces, “not letting my family ruin this date.” She grabs onto him and attempts to pull him along. Only, Erwin stature isn’t just for show, it’s nearly impossible for her to move the muscular man without nearly tripping.

He can’t help but chuckle at her size, if he really wanted, it’d be so easy to pick her off the ground with just one arm really. Instead, he allows her to pull him along, feeling excited at her holding onto him. Haru's cute personality held a charm of fatality. Another weak point.

“Tell me, how did you get into security?” She asked, trying to take the heat off her as the two get closer. Her leg accidentally brushes against his, finally causing Erwin to burn up, almost embarrassed at the fact he can’t hold his composure. “If I’m making you uncomfortable—”

“Absolutely not.” He reassures, moving his hand to hers. For large ones, she expected it to hold such strength, but even she could tell he was holding himself back, his thick fingers brushing over her knuckles like blades of leaves falling from trees.

“And to answer your question,” he clears his throat, “it’s been something on my mind since I was kid, guess you can say it sparked my curiosity for the world.” Erwin falls silent, looking at one of the pieces, “it’s funny, when you mentioned being an art teacher, I thought of my father, he was a teacher like you.”

“That’s awesome, what did he teach?”

Erwin expression grows solemn, looking at the art ahead of them and giving her hand a light squeeze, “general studies, he knew his history.” The piece showed a town with people running down a twisted path, only cools and whites were plastered on the painting.

Not wanting to delve down the same conversation she avoided, Haru easily rest her head against his bulging bicep. She can pick up on Erwin tone, going from welcoming to lost, way to brighten to mood, she throws at herself.

Erwin smiles, “Why do you create?”

“Huh?”

“Art. Your art, how come you create?” he asks, this time shifting so he faces her. Yet to Haru, this adds more pressure as he towers over her. Good lord Hange was right about the heels. Yet, the soft eyes reflect more than just herself, it’s the first time she really has insight into someone—so no bullshit when it comes to Erwin Smith.

“I suppose at first it was to distract from everything,” she takes a deep breath, getting really honest with herself, “but ever since I’ve been working with the kids, it feels like there’s this new sense of freedom, I don’t know,” she cuts herself off, pulling away from him as she walks off to the next exhibit: Vincent van Gogh. The variety of paintings from Van Gogh are ranging, and yet, all share the same melting expression of self-portraits. “I know, it sounds weird.”

“I like weird,” Erwin catches up, leaning in and whispering, “try me.” In a low tone that sends chills down Haru’s back. Yet... so inviting. She looks over at the figure with tears, the Weeping Women with Handkerchief (1927) On one hand, it looks like Sally from Nightmare before Christmas. One knows easily this piece is something from the mind of Van Gogh depicting despair and pain.

“You can say I’m healing my inner child by creating pieces I like; these kids are so free with their work and not a care in the world. It spreads to me.” she sighs, scratching at her head, knowing full well her cheeks are on fire as she adjusts her turtleneck. “I like having this not as an escape but as something I want to get lost in, if that... makes sense.”

Haru’s too afraid to look at Erwin, “it makes perfect sense,” his steps echoing, leaning close to her ear “in fact, I find it incredibly hard for me not to admire your passion for art. It’s beautiful on you.”

Oh god no, the words melt on her shoulders and down her legs causing them to grow weak, clenching between her thighs. A grin grows on her face as she finally turns to Erwin, who also has a smirk on his face—holding his arm out for her to take. Haru runs her hand down his arm, slipping her slender fingers through his.

They make their way through the large Van Gogh exhibit as the two-grow lost in one another, continuing to ask questions about their favorite foods, where they’d travel to, and the most important question, cats or dogs?

“I’d have to say I’m more of a dog person,” he said, barely paying attention to the art anymore. “I have a German Shepard at home.”

“How old?” Haru asks as they stop at Nara make-shift work studio. A recreation of their artist space that looks a lot like Haru’s, nothing but papers, markers, and colors scattered about.

“Four weeks old, I got Bandit from a friend.” he says. She pokes her head into the space, “Hopefully you can meet him soon.” He casually drops. Haru looks back at Erwin, admiring his smirk. “Shouldn’t have assumed that” he lightly shrugs, “not that I’ll take it back.”

She smiles, turning her attention back to the gentle giant, “I tend to stay away from your type, but I have to admit, the suit is a good look,” Haru can’t stand her hair up any longer, the strain on her scalp is too much. So, she unleashes it.

And to no surprise, Erwin eyes are lost in her incredibly long hair that runs down to her lower back, nearly stopping right above her hips. “Says the angel.”

He did not just call me that—They both freeze, Erwin quickly clears his throat and waves a hand as Haru heart flutters all over her insides, unable to control the blood rush.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” he said. Haru grabs his shaky hand, pressing it against neck. Her heart beating like crazy, making it easy for him to feel her warm pulsing beat.

“I liked it.” She whispered, “so don’t stop...?”

Erwin smirks, “Anything for you.”

As they exit the museum, the sunny sky is now a purplish-blue with stars beginning to poke out. Winds are brushing past Haru as her hair floats about. She feels more alive than when she went in. Not wanting the night to end, she holds onto herself, unable to wipe the smile off.

“Are you sure you don’t want to see the other exhibits?” He asks as he offers his hand out. Haru shakes her head, taking his hand as she attempts to pull him down a sidewalk.

“And miss the best part? Come on, before the sun completely sets—” Not arguing Erwin follows with, but Haru being Haru, as she tries being playful and pulling on him, ends up taking a misstep and rolling her ankle. “Ow!” Smoooooth Haru...

Of course, as she braces for the ground, a pair of arms easily grab onto her. A sense of stability and strength that’s firing up her heart. “Are you okay?” he asks, his thumb rubbing circles.

Despite all the pain, it was hard for her to not catch her breath as he towers over her. The concern in his eyes gave her butterflies. She nuzzles her face into his chest, not wanting him to see how red she's gotten. “That’s what I get for trying to lead you around.”

He chuckles, his hands moving from her arms to her back, “Believe me, I’ll follow you wherever you need me.” He pulls away to give Haru space, but as she tries to take a step, she winces. “Where does it hurt?”

Before she can answer, Erwin kneels, moving her hands to his shoulder as he grabs her leg. It’s hard to control her shaky legs as his fingers trace along with her boot, “here?” he asks, pointing at her ankle as he looks up.

Oh, good lord and heaven have mercy on my quivering insides.

All Haru can manage is an uneasy nod, Erwin sighs, looking to a nearby bench. “Here, I’ve got you.” He sweeps Haru off her feet, causing giggles as he grabs onto her ticklish sides.

“I’m sorry for this,” she frowns, “I’m such a mess.”

He smirks, “a hot one, if I may add.” Erwin sets her on the bench, carefully taking her boot off to show a puffy ankle.

“Again, there’s a reason why I’m an artist and not a sports master.”

“Don’t you—” he chuckles, “I see what you mean.”

Haru sighs, “maybe we should just call it a night,” her ankle is making it impossible to walk, and even with a young night now she has to worry about getting home and nursing the damn thing. I just wanted a glass of wine and watch Gracie and Frank. She tries to stand up with Erwin holding her hand, but can’t hold her stance. “I can barely walk.”

“Not a problem,” Erwin smirks, kissing her hand before motioning to his back. “I’ll carry you.”

She looks down to her skirt, “Erwin—” but to her surprise, he’s tying his coat around her waist, why is he so damn charming? “You don’t have to do this, really.”

He kisses her hand again, radiating confidence that even is inspiring her. “Trust me, it’ll be fun, only if you’re comfortable with it.”

She nods, “... okay.” Her fragile voice manages to get out.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, she gulps. “Come on, hop on.”

There’s a lot more I want to hop onto... she thinks as she grabs on, putting her arms around his shoulder as he hooks his on her legs. In one swift motion, he stands tall and shifts her on his back. Doesn’t even sound like he’s struggling.

She nuzzles her face against the crook of his neck, “thanks.” She murmurs as he walks down the trail.

“Lead the way?” He asks, with the sakura and wisteria trees about, the smell of floral is in the air. She uses her head, motioning to his right where the tall light post highlight sculptures.

It’s funny, even some bugs are flying to Haru as they mistaken her perfume for pollen. Erwin can’t help but chuckle as her grip tightens, squealing whenever a bug flies into her hair. In fact, he had to stop to carefully pull out a butterfly that got trapped in her wavy locks.

“Where are we going?” Erwin asks, squeezing her thigh.

“Do you trust me?” she shivers, “it’s a surprise.” He picks up on her chattering teeth, noticing that even it’s getting chilly for him. The night sky revealing itself as the sun is hiding away, “I promise, we can go after this, besides,” Haru grabs on tighter. “I’m really liking this view,”

Erwin laughs, “Believe it or not, I know someone taller than me.”

“Is that even possible?” she chuckles, rubbing her cheek against his strong jaw.

He takes a deep breath, “I didn’t think someone could make me feel small—"

“There!” She points out. They finally arrive at the edge point, a view of the entire city, but it’s the way the glow behind the building cast colors that aren't normally there.

“I love coming out here when I’m having bad days, something about running up the hill to capture this view is... rewarding.”

“When you’re not spraining your ankle, right?” he jokes, giving her thigh another squeeze. Using her position to her advantage, Haru uses both of her thighs to squeeze Erwin. "It's my sanctuary."

He lowers her down, trying his best to keep his composure but can’t help her audacity of teasing him.

“So, this is what you wanted to show me.” Erwin surprised at her honesty, is taken back when he turns to see the biggest smile plastered across her face. He’s lost in the multitude of the golden hour colors casting its light on Haru.

But that’s not the only thing he’s stuck on, quickly darting to her pouty-lips and back to her eyes. It’s too much for him to hold his composure any longer. “Haru, can I kiss you?” She nods.

Erwin runs his hands under her chin, leaning down and carefully pulling her lips in for a kiss, but he’s slow enough to allow Haru to claim her own path and meet him halfway.

Yet as soon as those lips hit, it’s like a symphony of fluid motion coming together. Grabbing onto his shirt to close the gap between them, Haru runs her hand up to his back.

His coat drops to the ground, but that’s the least of their worries as Erwin moves a hand to the lowers of her back, giving her support as she practically melts in his grip. His hefty fingers enjoying her hair like running through grass.

She tries to grab his coat, but Erwin kicks it aside, his kiss growing passionate yet playful. Occasionally biting at her lower lip to remind her of pain and pleasure. It’s like he’s unraveling everything he pent up since the beginning of the date. Respectfully, he stops, leaning his head against her.

Haru is lost in trying to catch her breath as her heart is racing, a champion’s smile plastered across her face as her terra cotta lipstick is smeared all over Erwin’s lips.

“Please, let me take you out again.”

Author’s note: ah! this is my first post in YEARS, haven’t done fics since hs. So enjoy! I based this on my visit to LACMA last year.

I’m sorry for the delay, I’m trying to find my writing style again (so if there are typos... my bad.) A head injury is the worst and it's been fun to write these. Many more to come!

On Twitter @ /moonbake_ updates on scheduling & more goodies ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

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majesticartax · 2 years

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top 5 ships that are rare and top 5 things in your room gooo

OH SHIT RARE PAIRS

-Haru x Nagisa from Free!! (it’s what incited my kagehina downward spiral, actually)

- Ciel x Alois from Kuroshitsuji (not sure how rare this is but it’s is gross and i love it)

-Kuroo x Yaku

- Dabi x Deku

- Levi x Armin from SnK

stuff in my room:

these sunflower seeds

my new laptop

my notebooks

my childhood lamb stuffed animal (not sure where she is rn though, she’s in here somewhere and used to look like this)

and allllll of the art i have on my walls!

#THANKS ANON! i’ll answer more tomorrow :3

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esli-art · 7 months

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It's been long since I've worked on the SNK SIMS COUPLES series! And I'm worried about having time to continue it since I'll be starting art school on Monday 🤞😬🤞

Today, Mina x Historia! Honestly, I really like this unexpected ship! And I think this meme works very well with them 🥰

#it's more a sketch than the others because im so busy these days 😖#esli art #snk sims couples #shingeki no kyoujin #attack on titan fanart #shingeki no kyoujin fanart #aot fanart #snk fanart #aot #snk #attack on titan #historia reiss #mina carolina #sapphic ship #snk rare pair #aot rare pairs

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the-cartoon-princess · 2 years

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Hi! Just got done reading your story called "Her majesty's knight". This ship came out of left field for me, but I loved the story, and instantly shot up to my favorites! Probably my high point was the time at the orphanage and how them and the children were already kinda like their own little family, and of course precious bean Tilly :(( Oh and you're amazing at writing internal feelings and smut, I could practically feel all what they were feeling(eh,not to sound disgusting of course)

Thank you so much anon! This has given me motivation to keep on writing!

I always saw the potential for this pairing and just decided to go with it. The bodyguard with Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner was my main inspiration. Also, they give off that queen and the knight vibe ❤

#rivahisu #levi x historia #levi x krista #snk rare pair #historia reiss #levi ackerman #atttack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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fancymuffinparty · 5 months

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Hello there! I am a multi shipper as well and a big fan of AoT. Im also a big fan of your work; the Summer Fling series is probs my favorite, I love the way you wrote the Bert/Ymir pairing; in all my years as a fan of AoT I've never actually met another BeruYumi fan! ^.^ we aren't a very big part of the fandom. Anywho, are you going to write more for them in the future? also, do you have any head canons regarding the two of them?

Hello hello!!!!!!

I'll be honest... I'm always a bit hesitant to talk about beruyumi because... it gets a lot of criticism. I dont even mind that its unpopular; small ships have never fazed me. But it's the backlash and hate it used to get that deterred me from being outspoken.

It used to be REALLY bad. Now, luckily, i've found that people in SnK are either pretty chill/tolerant or just dont care lmao. And then on the rare occasion, there's people like you and me that are like 'wait, i like this pairing, it's great!' and we vibe lol.

I wrote the SFS back in 2017, and although it was a mult-ship fic, the beruyumi in it is what probably turned off a few ppl from reading it :/ But it also revealed other fellow BY shippers and so that was well worth it!!! So thank you for taking the time to read that one! It will always hold a special place in my heart because it was like one of the first multi chapter fics i actually finished lol (even tho my writing style has changed A LOT since then and yikes!!)

Now, in regards to your second question, YES! I have plans to write more for them in the future and in fact... currently, i am working on a new fic called Streamline! :) It's a modern AU, pro swimmers AU because i will always headcanon Bert and Ymir as athletic and as strong swimmers! Check it out, if you wish!! :D dude, i've been wanting to write it for like 5 years!!!)

oh lordy, i have SO many headcanons for these two! I could write a whole ass post about it 🤗 (that's tbc!! because i've already gone overboard with this post haha also, i need to warm up 💪)

anyway, thank you for this nice ask :) and for being a fellow BY shipper that appreciates this small but mighty ship!!! hope you have a nice day:)

#asks #look more asks that are literal years old #beruyumi is a great ship #there i said it #its honestly in my top five snk otps

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galpalpetraral · 6 months

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[20 Question Fic Writer Tag]

(tagged by @darlingpoppet)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 17 currently, but I'm a serial deleter and I always wanna keep it under 20. would be like. 69 by now otherwise

2. What is your AO3 word count? 217,645...and see above LOL I shudder to imagine what it would be if I wasn't always deleting

3. What fandoms do you write for? mostly cql and asoiaf in recent years. tho I also have a zelda wip I've been kicking around for a while...we'll see if that ever amounts to anything :') and I'll still keep a few snk fics up, being mighty fond of those days

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? tuck the darkness in (wx shrinking haunted house fic), sunday night lights (eruri football au), friendly fields (wx ghost baby fic), fourth one will prob be deleted soon so it doesn't count lol, and where they grow (madam lan lives au).

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? yep every time! at most it'll take me a month to respond but I never let it go beyond that. even the negative ones (I'm a Pro-Crit Fanfic Guy sorry)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? the ending to our shadow over the sea (rhaenicent fic) has garnered many delightful threats upon my person and I cherish them all. that and two slow dancers (eruri vampire au): FIGHT!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? most of my other fics tbqh ugh :( maybe set me as a seal (eruri reincarnation au) just bc happy endings for the ruris are rare wah...

8. Do you get hate on fics? idk if I would call it hate, but criticism yes! most common word I hear along that line is "boring" which is definitely understandable lol, there are times when I reread my own works and find them too generic/not rly offering anything new, in which case I take that forward with me into new works to try to enrich them. although I guess if by "hate" you mean like, troll type hate on pairings & things, then yeah who doesn't LOL

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yep, and more so in recent years! and it's the kind of smut that's way too sappy no matter the situation no matter the tone UGH :(

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? snk/asoiaf crossover for my yumihisu rights...idk if it counts as a crossover since it's just snk characters in the asoiaf world, but I did go Very heavy on the asoiaf lore lol whoops

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? yeah lol multiple but I kinda forgot until this was asked, can't bring myself to care unfortch, peace be with you

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes!! southern cross translated into chinese by gloria_77, set me as a seal translated into chinese by applethief326, and sunday night lights translated into russian by ackermantihora! and I know there's still several translations of deleted fics out there heh. I so appreciate the hard work of you amazing translators!!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? not since I was a kid doing it for giggles with friends, but definitely a lot of fun :)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? eruri literally life-changing, so. and korrasami

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will? oh man there was this one hannibal wip I had back in the day that like, the themes and imagery and stuff would've been so legit but I needed someone smarter than me to write it :( it was about will & hannibal taking sanctuary in that one silician cathedral while besieged by police. kinda weaving back and forth between past and present, contemplating God and gods and stuff. someone write this please. also there's this one cql post-canon fic but it's all about accepting death and the curse of immortality and stuff and it's kind of a bummer to write LOL maybe will keep chipping away at it one day

16. What are your writing strengths? seems like I'm good at getting across my goal themes & purposes - ppl seem to pick up what I'm putting down often and it makes me happy! because I do tend to err on the side of vagueness & trusting the audience, and it's nice when it's rewarded :)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? like mentioned before, my fics have been called boring & I think that has a lot to do with some generic imagery/syntax I've relied on - definitely something I've tried to improve on but it's a work in progress! like I've sometimes sacrificed diction for story flow ya know, it doesn't work on shrewder readers and I def respect that & want to do better

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? if you know what you're doing, cool! but I've come across too many instances in fics where the author demonstrated a lack of basic understanding of the language & not only does it throw you out but it feels disrespectful - I know ppl get all "it's just fanfic I'm not being paid!!1!!!!11" but if you're going to work within a culture that's not your own, research. not exactly sure if that's what the question is asking LOL but that's been my experience both as a reader and a writer

19. First fandom you wrote for? legend of zelda!! I wrote a billion words of ocarina of time pre-canon fic about the three goddesses at age 10 on a beat-up floppy disc. those were the days man

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? man something happened with southern cross that I've never been able to truly replicate...looking back there's a few too many extra words, few too many instances of passive voice, but for the most part I'm just like damn dude...what was she cooking

if you're a writer and you haven't been tagged yet I tag YOU!!!

#i wrote a thing

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jjkeremika · 6 months

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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.”

#eremika #eren jaeger #eren x mikasa #mikasa ackerman #aot #snk #jjkeremika #i have to tag myself bc i wrote it lmao #aot eremika #snk eremika #eremika smut #eremika fanfic #aot eren #aot mikasa #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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