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widgits · 2 years
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ex-inquisitor rolls up to your diplomatic meeting with her qunari boytoy wdyd ft. long haired the iron bull
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mikibagels · 7 months
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Good riddance and a good night to the show that raised me. My art journey truly started 6+ years ago when I drew for Attack on Titan and honestly I'll never forget that.
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daisynik7 · 6 months
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Men who are just too fucking tired. 
He comes home, shoulders hunched as he shuffles through the front door, eyes bloodshot and heavy from exhaustion. He sees you beaming at him, uplifting his spirit just enough to return a weak smile as he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s in the croak in his throat, the lack of spring in his step, the way he slumps into your embrace, in desperate need for a fucking break.
You’d do anything for your man, and right now, you don’t want him to think anymore. You want to empty his brains, clear his mind of stress, ease the worries out of his otherwise strong and sturdy body that’s been withered down mentally. He doesn’t say it explicitly, but you know he wants it. He needs it. 
So, you give it to him. You take control tonight, leading him into the bedroom, coaxing him to relax against the pillows while you do all the work. He could fall asleep this instant if it wasn’t for his pretty plaything performing a private striptease for him. It gives him life to see you naked at the foot of the bed, nipples peaked, eyes wide with lust, removing his own clothes now. You tease the erection growing in his boxers as you shimmy his pants off, palm brushing against the bulge. He sucks in a breath, heart racing with anticipation and excitement, lifting his arms to help you hoist his shirt off. He pulls you in for a kiss, languid and sloppy, letting you explore his mouth. And he doesn’t say it. He doesn’t have to it, especially when his fingers toy with your throbbing clit. He wants a taste of you. That’s what he craves the most when he’s tired like this. 
You straddle his face, lowering yourself slowly until your pussy meets his mouth, his tongue quick to swirl around your clit. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t need to. He likes savoring you like this. Doesn’t have to think about anything else, just his lips on this sweet cunt of yours. And when it begins to be too much for you, he can’t help but smile, finding the smallest boost of energy to squeeze your ass cheeks and bounce you on his face as you approach your orgasm. 
He watches you carefully as you slide down his body, sinking onto his hard cock. He moans, low and guttural, when you rock your hips back and forth on his lap, riding him. The tension in his body has faded, and all he can think about now is how fucking good you feel around him. With his eyes closed, getting lost in the pleasure, he whimpers, “Please.” 
He’s too cute, begging like this. And you don’t have the heart to tease him, something you might do if you were feeling particularly naughty. No, right now, you’re going to give him exactly what he wants, what he needs. You throw your ass back, swallowing his entire length with each stroke, waiting for that euphoric sensation of his cock pulsing inside you, shooting his hot load deep into your womb. 
He's completely drained now as he reaches his arms towards you, what little energy he has left reserved to cuddling you lovingly until he falls asleep, finally at peace. 
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Shouta Aizawa, Choso Kamo, Detective Tsukauchi, Kishibe, Levi Ackerman, Nanami Kento, Reiner Braun + your favorite tired man who needs a fucking break
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jjkeremika · 6 months
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Baby, you look so good like this
description: intimate positions with AoT men...
Eren, Jean, Reiner, Porco, Levi, Erwin x fem!reader
warnings?: rope bondage; cock-sucking; throat-fucking; s4 Reiner with the stubble; oral female-receiving; biting; licking stuff; mention of lap-dance, daddy
Eren (antagonizing; rope bondage kinda; lowkey likes weird places where you could get caught)
"Could you hurry it up?" you asked for the third time, glaring at the flustered brunet, whose cheeks were bright red with pent-up sexual frustration and irritation from your repeated antagonizing. His eyebrows were furrowed as his fingers tumbled over themselves with the rope, and beads of sweat developed along his hairline from the heat of your stare. "I literally could've tied myself faster than you."
A light chuckle escaped and relief settled into your stomach. "You literally couldn't have," Eren replied, squinting as he stared curiously at the knot. He abruptly tightened it, the sudden burn around your wrists evoking a gasp, and he clutched your wrists in his grip. He arrogantly smirked, his eyes finally settling on yours. "And shut the fuck up already. Your voice is giving me a headache."
You rolled your eyes and tried to push your arms against his grip, but surprisingly the knot was the first to restrain the movement, your wrists recoiling back against the wooden stairwell railing. Eren's smirk widened at the lively action, at the fact that the knot really was tight enough, and he glanced quickly up the stairs and through the door behind him before returning his attention to you, one hand squeezing your cheeks together. "Seriously, shut the fuck up."
"Oh, fucking make me, then," you snarled, your sour look twisting into a greedy smirk as he finally kissed you, an admittedly effective way at shutting you up. You gasped as he hands roughly grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up, your elbows and wrists bending awkwardly as the back of your head rested against the knot.
Jean (cock-sucking/throat-fucking)
The first time you dropped to your knees and took his dick in your mouth in one fluid motion, Jean knew he was fucked. His soul officially sold and chained to the image of your eyes peering up at him through sultry eyelashes, the trail of your nail polish acting like a landing strip for your tongue.
He liked how your irises lit up with excitement as you brought your lips farther down the shaft, how the color was laced with lashes that fluttered more frequently the more of him you swallowed. He loved the tears that formed when he'd shift his hips and you'd gag, chasing that look and feeling by increasingly rocking his cock deeper in your throat.
Your hands dropped to your thighs to hold them steady as Jean's hand grabbed your hair, as he used his strength to push your head closer to him, until your nose was touching his pelvis. He moaned loudly as you looked up at him, nodding for him to continue despite the tears forming in your eyes, despite knowing you might not speak properly tomorrow.
Reiner (s4 with the stubble; loves to give oral; likes when you ride his face)
Reiner always rested his head in your lap, snuggling into the warmth and cushion of your thighs and drinking in your proximity. The smell of you from his position permeated his nose and always, always made him cross his legs and maybe not so discretely hook his growing erection into his waistband.
And then you were running your hand through his soft hair, and he turned so that his nose was closer to your pelvis, and you could feel the satisfying scratch of his scruff on your bare thighs, and both of you couldn't help but wonder what that must feel like.
So he'd plant his hands on your thighs and move you until you were on hovering on top of him, him impatiently extending his neck out until his mouth was near your clit, pushing your thighs down until you were fully sat on his mouth. His happy moans turned into vibrations against the sensitive skin, which was only further stimulated by hundreds to thousands of tiny prickles.
Each time your body instinctively pulled away from the stimulation he was pulling you back, suffocating on your scent, being intoxicated on your taste. Fully willing to drown in you, he locked his arms over your legs and firmly held your ass between his hands, his rough mouth chasing after you every time.
Porco (possessive biting)
The first time he asked if it would be okay, blurted out like he was spitting out forbidden fruit, staring at your bare back with drool slipping from his mouth. You didn't turn around, just turned your head to the side to rest on your shoulder, watching in your peripheral as he stood up and brought his hands to your hips, his lips to your exposed neck.
You whined and nodded, extending your neck out farther, and you shuddered at the new, odd sensation, at the feeling of his teeth gliding down the stimulated skin. The first bite was light, hesitant, and Porco glanced up at you with wide, cautious eyes--to be met with closed eyes and a needy gasp.
Since then, Galliard bit you like he was marking you, like he was declaring his presence all over you. Sometimes it tickled, and he'd hold you down as you rolled and giggled at the feeling of his lips and teeth roaming your thighs. Sometimes the sharp pain would overshadow the pleasure, and he'd lick and kiss at the site to make up for it, until you were happy with it.
Levi (loves licking honey and hot tea off you)
It was no secret that Levi loved adding something sweet to his tea. At work and in public, honey was the special ingredient. He'd spoon a little of the viscous sugar into the two teacups in the morning and serve them to you at the table. He'd spill a couple droplets of cool honey onto the delicate skin of your thigh, eagerly offer to clean it up with his tongue.
He'd mouth at the spot until there was a bruise, until you were considering pouring more honey onto your legs. There was never any need; his lips connected to yours shortly after he'd licked the honey up, searching like a bee for the next sweetest taste around.
Before long, a new favorite ingredient crossed his mind, and he was dripping warm tea onto your bare, presenting body. His pupils were dilated to the max, like two black holes drawing you indefinitely in. You rocked back onto your tailbone as the hot liquid slowly followed the curves of your ribs.
He barely spooned any honey onto you before moaning and grabbing your shoulders, heavily pushing you back to the bed. His cool tongue trailing the hot liquid provided a strikingly cooling sensation to the firing skin. His mouth religiously followed the tea's pilgrimage to your pelvis, evoking frustrated groans from you each time he pulled away right there to suck at the stray honey droplets near your nipples.
Erwin (mention of lap-dance, daddy)
His hand was tight on your wrist before you could walk away. "Where do you think you're going?" his voice was low, like he was asking a question he already knew the answer to--the answer you were expected to give. You sighed. You'd been sat on his lap all day while he worked away at his desk chair, his arm possessively locked around your waist, his chin anchored on your shoulder.
"To stretch," you answered simply, humming in a mixture of sadness and relief when he released his holds. Erwin swiveled in the chair until it was fully exposed from the desk, his body relaxing deeper into the chair, the tight shirt settling tastefully against his chest and arms.
"Go on, then. But be a good girl and let daddy watch," he hummed, leaning his elbow into the armchair and resting his chin against his fist, the contracting muscles highlighting in the lamplight. The other hand fell to his lap, like it had bought a ticket for your show. "Well?" His eyes stared at you engagingly yet non-judgmentally, like he was already loving the act you were performing.
You stepped forward and pressed your thumb to his lips, slightly digging your nails underneath his chin, then tilted his head upward as you looked down at him. "Anything for you, daddy." You pressed your knee to his crotch, letting your calf rest along the seat between his open legs, and exhaled the tempting urge to smile at the deep moan from his throat, then shuffled onto his lap, faintly grinding down before pulling away.
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bastart13 · 12 days
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This is not how anyone designs visual novel sprites, but I always have to make sure they're height-proportionate because I get freaked out when characters are described differently to their sprites
(also I may or may not be recreating Love & Legends)
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anlian-aishang · 3 months
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attack on titan season 4 valentines (plus a couple extra) <3
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lotus-pear · 1 year
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finally finished watching aot, rainah and berutolto were my fav duo out of the whole cast 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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okcrk0 · 3 months
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it’s national cat day in japan so i thought i’d contribute (first one is from a few weeks ago, second was made today) i have no idea how to tag semi nsfw so if anyone knows lmk 😭 i might delete this later tho
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nendowo · 2 months
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Love a man who looks like he singlehandedly invented depression.
Reiner, I am going to put you in a little basket and take care of you like a 3-day-old kitten.
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scumbagjaeger · 1 year
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Rating: 18+ mdni!
Whatever you do, do not imagine Porco realizing he has a breeding kink after inheriting the Jaw Titan (but in an angsty way)
Imagine knowing the Warriors, being friends with Reiner and the others but Porco always hating you for some reason? Like the constant bickering between you two, nothing you say will ever be right in his eyes, etc. You're friends with them all but you're vocal about how heartbreaking their line of work is. Thirteen year lifespan? Porco's adamant that it's their duty to protect and serve Marley, and that it's their legacy to do so, but their abandoning their families and giving up the chance to have families of their own? He just thinks your selfish for putting your own needs before your country.
After Fort Slava, Porco and the other Warriors return, now Porco has inherited the Jaw Titan and there's is a power and honor that he has, but he does feel the weight of his choice as well, and sometimes it keeps him up at night when he thinks about the clock that has started counting down in his mind? And about what you had said about legacy?
Sometime during the first battle in Liberio, Porco is in his titan form and he spots you rushing into a building that's too close to the fighting for his comfort, and he feels an overpowering urge to scream, to emerge from his titan and pull you out of there himself, before you get hurt. But then you're quickly running out, holding a child in your arms? He watches you bring the crying infant to the mother and father. They envelop you with open arms and are crying too, thanking you for saving their child, just moments before the house you were in gets crushed as the battle continues. He thinks about that at night too, how you risked your life to save another. He also can't get the imagine of you holding that child so close to your chest. He remembers you smiling as you discussed your desire for a child someday, and rather shamefully he can feel his chest tighten, a familiar pool of heat forming in his abdomen as he lets his thoughts wander.
Days later, you're with the Warriors again, still fazed with how close you were the warfare and the brutality of it all, and Porco can't even look at you because he's realizing now how close he got to losing you? But you're not even his, what is he talking about. He excuses himself from dinner as soon as you set your plate down next to him, and he can feel your gaze on him as he heads to his room.
Not too long after, there's a knock on his door and it's you, and it's like a dam has opened up. He unleashes everything onto you. How stupid are you, you could have gotten yourself killed, what is he supposed to do with himself if you're gone. It slips out before he can even think about it, but you're holding him, trying to calm him down because somewhere during his meltdown at you he's begun to cry, but he can't help himself from grabbing your jaw and bringing your lips to meet his.
When he feels your hands make their way through his hair, he wastes no time leading you to his bed, not breaking the kiss for a second until you are both panting for air, your back pressed against the cool sheets on his bed and he's already undoing the buttons on your shirt. He's not thinking straight, too delirious and drunk on you to even remove it entirely, so he undoes as many buttons as he can manage before dipping his hand under your shirt and letting the other hand tug down your pants.
Do not think about how messy and sporadic he would be desperately clinging to you as he ruts you into the mattress, biting and leaving marks up and down your body that he wants to stay forever. He wants to stay in your forever, buried deep inside you as your legs are wrapped around him, eyes rolled back and you're letting the prettiest sounds escape your lips.
The request probably falls out of his mouth before he can even process it, all in one go, can-I-cum-in-you and he can hardly contain himself as he hears you whine back yes, please, Porco, cum inside me.
Do not imagine him letting out a whimper when he cums, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck as he shakes, trying to fill you up as much as possible. Not long afterwards he feels your walls tighten around him as you climax and he continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your orgasm while feeding his own arousal once more.
He'd beg you to let him fuck you once more, just to fill you up further with his cum, and to make sure he's put a baby in you. His logic is already out the window but his hands find their way to your jaw and he kisses you so gently as he begs to breed you. His body shakes at the idea and he rambles, half out of his mind in post sex haze and delirium as he babbles about putting a baby in you, his baby, making you his and giving you that child that you so desperately want.
And you let him fuck you again, bringing another orgasm out of the both of you that makes him ache. If you feel your neck start to moisten, the cloth of your shirt dampening as he cries into it, you never say anything. You rub his back and kiss his hair as he fucks into you with the last of his strength, even staying buried in you for a moment after.
After he finally pulls out, he stays in between your legs, resting on top of you, holding you so close it's almost like he's melting into you. He might even snake a hand down and coax his cum back into you as it seeps down your thighs.
Do not think about the type of pillow talk you have with Porco afterwards, where he tells you that you should leave Liberio and find somewhere safer. He promises that he'll find you, no matter where you go, and that maybe you two can even run away together. He'll promise that you'll never work another day in your life and that he'll keep you safe, always.
Whatever you do, do not think about the quiet voice that fills the room as Porco looks up at you and asks, "if it's a boy, d'you think we can name him after Marcel?", and do not think about how his eyes light up when you agree. And do not think about waking up as he's preparing to leave in the morning, promising to be there, but then he's not. Do not think about Reiner looking at you with dread as you ask him where Porco is after the next battle in Liberio. Do not imagine waking up alone the days to come.
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reinerslawyer · 1 year
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SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN Eren in Brave Volunteers
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marcobodtlives · 3 months
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AoT peeps as fellow students I saw at orientation for my masters degree today:
Mikasa: the girl with really pretty hair and fashionable gothic attire despite the fact that it’s summer
Eren: the boy getting attacked by a spur-winged plover (aggressive swampy bird) because he cut across the field to get to class
Armin & Historia: the pair of short, enthusiastic, blonde orientation staff waving signs and helping everyone find their classes (they’re godsends)
Annie: the girl who missed half of the welcoming ceremony because student jiu jitsu club ran over time
Bertholdt: the really, really tall kid who the camera operator had to manoeuvre around to actually capture the stage
Reiner: the guy convincing everyone to join sport club teams, not wearing student staff uniform, wearing his gym gear instead
Ymir: the girl who drove in the ‘exit only’ because she couldn’t be assed doing a U-turn to find the main entrance
Jean: the art kid who isn’t invested because they’re only taking one filler paper here, and all the rest at the art-based, city campus
Marco: the really friendly boy making friends with everyone he talks to and somehow managing to relieve everyone’s anxiety with an encouraging smile and thumbs up during awkward ice-breakers
Connie: the kid who forgot to take his hat off during the religious welcoming ceremony then almost tripped over a chair because he was trying to find himself on the wide-screen shot of the crowd
Sasha: the girl eating three cough drops a minute because ‘they don’t count as food so the no eating in the assembly hall rule doesn’t apply’
Erwin: the principal who’s speech went 20 minutes over time and spanned three different languages somehow
Hange: the lab tech who brought a box of jars for new students to see as a show-and-tell session instead of an actual introduction to the course
Levi: the admin person who doesn’t actually have a clear job role but decided to ditch his session as an orientation because he hates new students wandering around like lost sheep
(+ bonus) Floch: the kid who threw a rock at an automatic sprinkler and accidentally sprayed a line of construction workers on lunch break and then yelled “this is where our tax money goes!”
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pinkmirth · 10 months
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footballer!reiner, anyone?
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lemme know if you’d like to be tagged! ♡︎
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jjkeremika · 6 months
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being friends with the AoT men was… confusing.
(i.e., how i think they’d interact if they had a crush on you and didn’t know how to deal with it)
pairing: Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi, Porco; all x reader
Eren
Eren would always pick on you, telling you to shut up with a big smile on his face and constantly looking for excuses to touch you, pushing and shoving you to the side whenever you were next to each other.
He would throw pencils and sticks and other small objects at you, anything to get your attention. He’d smirk at your responses, loving the way your eyebrows furrowed together and the way your lips pressed into a pout.
As long as your eyes were on him, he was happy.
Reiner
Reiner’s confident, maybe bordering a little on arrogant, that you’re into him—hell, he thinks everybody’s into him.
He’d stand very close to you, slowly inching closer until your arms were touching, until he could smell your delightful perfume. You’d smile as he’d tell you you smell nice, blush as he’d yawn and slyly (obviously) lay his arm around you as you walked side by side. He’d smirk proudly and preen at the men who looked at him in jealousy.
Jean
Jean would be more traditional in his approach, complimenting your appearance and dress whenever possible. His compliments were always so thoughtful and considerate, the words warming your insides on the cool days.
But he was shy, always speaking so quietly you barely heard him or never actually asking for a night of your time. Instead he’d stare at you heavenly as you passed by, telling himself he’d do it tomorrow.
Levi
Levi is difficult to read, and interacting with him was usually a one-sided dominant conversation, with him silent and watchful, always intense. Sometimes you watched his jaw click, wondering if maybe you were irritating him.
But he locked his jaw and shook his leg vigorously because you were so. fine. and it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to resist pushing you to the ground and bending you over. All his energy had to go into his bouncing leg (which he wished you were on) or gnawing at his lip (which he wished was yours).
Porco
Porco was a different kind of confident. Confident in groups, shy around you. You had caught him staring at you a couple times, to which he’d always frantically looked away or acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about, like he’d zoned out randomly and never zoned back in.
But occassionally when you ran up behind him, shouting his name and preparing to jump onto his shoulders from behind, he turned around and spread out his arms, catching you. He thanked whatever confident spirit possessed him to do it when your faces were mere centimeters apart, a deep red blush shared between you.
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renzzy · 9 days
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old tierlist i made on how queer the aot characters are (my opinions have changed but i still think this was really funny)
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3smo · 2 years
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hey fav writer 😎
i saw this scenario recently and wanted to know your thoughts? idk with who i just wanted to let you know
making him compliment himself repeatedly aloud as you fxck/jerk/whatever him and go faster with every compliment but if he stops saying nice things about himself, you stop too :( he may stop bc he can’t think of anything else to say or his brain is just too stuffed and he can’t think right
...favorite writer? 😳☺
reiner braun. armin arlert. kim dokja. kaneki ken. reigen arataka. hua cheng.
someone who's very self conscious like him could barely even utter out a single praise. he bucks his hips into your loose hands, whimpering when he doesn't get what he wants.
he pants, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. he's really crying because he can't repeat after himself :( "you're so, so pretty, aren't you?"
he whimpers and nods, gasping when you finally tighten your grip, rolling his hips into your warm hand. "say it, if you do, i'll let you come."
"i... i'm so- ngh, please!" you stroke him, leaning down to lick at the beads of pre-cum rolling out. you force him to continue, quickly removing your hand. "...hah, i'm so, so pr-pretty..."
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