#historia: beer...!

[bodecall]

¿Sabías que la cerveza nació en Mesopotamia? Viajamos en el tiempo hasta los orígenes de la cerveza para descubrir cómo eran las primeras cervezas de la historia

[vantetaes]

BOOK WORM {PT TWO} 🫧🥂

ONYANKOPON X ARMIN X BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!!! continuation of book worm

WARNINGS!!! mutual yearning, oral {f}, threesome, competitive men, whiny men

start of christmas break rushed like a breath of fresh air for your friend group. everyone making plans for trips, indulging in everything they couldn’t with the hellish exams, and even finding physical attraction along the way. the weather finally cooling down to jacket attire and twinkling lights draped from businesses.

the air is thick and warm with the smell of spiced cider and half-burnt sugar cookies, mingling with the sharp tang of pine from the christmas tree.

the spiked cider pressed flush to your lips, drawing in the flavor while the scene around you grew more intense. eyes scanning the small crowd of companions, basking in the way the christmas tree lights kaleidoscoped off their skin, illuminating everyone in a warm glow of red and greens. jean slaps down a green reverse card, smirking as he looked over at historia, who’s hand had gotten smaller.

“sash’, you saw that right? fuckin’ cheater.” mikasa huffed, slamming down a black ‘draw four’, confusing the other game players. you throw your hands up, legs crossing as you lean more into the couch.

“it’s not your turn! how is he cheating when yo ass don’t even know the rules to the game?” connie bit back, pushing the card back to the girl who looked a few seconds away from sliding him across the table. the game continues clockwise, a few huffs as draw twos and fours were thrown out.

“just be saying shit.” jean mumbled, throwing out his red card.

helplessly, your eyes were latched onto the blonde haired boy. his long golden locs slipping from the clip you jokingly put on him earlier in the night. his hand held one card, tucked under the table.

“uno out.” armin says simply, placing the card into the wild stack, drawing attention to his now empty hand. everyone halts in movement, the roar of the group growing.

“i told yall someone was cheating!” sasha agrees with her black haired best friend, lips curled down in a pout while placing her losing hand down.

“how did i cheat when you can’t play?”

eren recollects the cards, starting to reshuffle the colorful deck. you take the last swig of the drink, clinking the empty bottle against your rings.

“anybody want something to drink?” asking the group collectively, everyone shakes their heads no, too focused on winning the next game.

standing from your spot on the couch, armin shuffles to get up, moving the blanket that covered his shoulders, eyes meeting yours.

“i’ll come grab my beer.”

you inch around the pillows that littered the ground, avoiding slipping with socks on the freshly waxed wood. armin follows behind carefully, eyes locked on the curls that extended to your lower back, almost swaying in the wind. the air you left behind wrapping him up in an intoxicating spiral.

he felt like he was in a fucking cartoon. it’s felt like being lifted into the air completely, following a glorious scent his nose and body followed.

“minnie?” recollecting his thoughts, his eyes snap to you, the light from the refrigerator the only source of sight. you’re holding out a glass, staring at the man in concern.

your eyes pinned on him. the light cascaded a gentle glow on the left side of your body.

taking the bottle, putting it right back on the granite countertop, he begins walking towards you, the shadow from his height casting over you. your feet inch, moving backwards to the wall.

“we can’t right now, min.” your voice small and hushed. with you pressed against the wall, he smiles down at you, lips glistening in the dimly lit area.

“just one kiss baby. they don’t gotta know.” his hands come up, sliding carefully under your shirt. cold fingers slowly caressing your skin, pinching the places he knows you’re a little more sensitive. closing the gap more, he finds himself leaning over into your ear. the gusts of wind from his nose sends chills down your back. you couldn’t take it.

ever since you and armin had sex, you’ve spent almost everyday together. no more classes, no more tutoring, means a lot of time to lay

“please armin-“

with a quick motion, his lips are pressed into yours. the mix of cider and beer cascaded your lips. swallowing you in as his lips deepen. arms finding rest on his shoulders, you could feel the warmth beginning to pool in your underwear, coating you in hunger for him.

“we gotta go back.” whispering against his hungry lips, the head of blonde just shakes.

“one more.” the entanglement felt like it went on forever, hands clawing messily in his hair as he lifts you by the waist off the floor.

without wanting to, he pulls away, forehead resting on yours before setting you down on your feet again.

“i want you tonight.”

without saying anything else, he takes the beer from the counter, motioning for you to walk in front of him. falling for his bait, his hand places a light slap on your butt, the motion causing your skirt to fly up a little.

everyone sat in their same positions, new cards in their hands and pleasant smiles across their faces. you opt to take the same spot, alone on one of the two leather couches historia designed with.

the doorbell rings, a jarring sound that cuts through the noise. historia and sasha hop up to answer, and you sink deeper into your spot, trying to focus on the new game starting up, already getting glimpses of everyone hand. the laughter fades, replaced by a murmur of voices. then you hear his name.

your stomach drops.

when he walks in, it feels like the room shifts, tilts even. his presence is magnetic, confident as always, broad shoulders clad in a dark coat still dusted with snow. he greets everyone with a warm smile, the kind that once made you feel like you were the only person in the room. but when his eyes land on you, something in them flickers.

“yn, nice surprise, didn’t think i’d see you here.” he says, his tone casual but lined with something sharper.

you force a smile, your hands gripping your glass like a lifeline.

“well, to be fair i didn’t think you’d come.”

he shrugs, his smile never quite reaching his eyes.

“historia invited me. hope that’s not a problem.”

“of course not!” you say, but your voice is too tight, hands begin to crate moisture.

the game starts, but the energy has shifted.

you knew your friends wanted you two back together. you knew that in the deepest parts of your body and mind, this wasn’t an accident.

onyankopon takes the spot next to you, legs wide as he adjust in the grey sweatpants. he was close, close enough that his knee brushes yours and you can smell the cologne he’s wearing. you can feel the weight of his presence, the unspoken questions hanging heavy between you.

you thought you were over it. but the man sitting beside you made it impossible.

across the room , armin is unusually quiet, his knuckles white as he grips his cards. your eyes flicker to him, noticing the seething anger he’s masking, face curling up slowly.

he watches as onyankopons fingers shamelessly danced over your arm, small conversation now consuming the both of you. how his eyes never left yours. how you were instinctively leaning into the man’s touch.

he hated onyankopon.

“so!” jean says after a particularly loud laugh from connie, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

“how was finals for yall? stressful?”

the question feels innocent enough, but ony’s eyes are locked on you.

“same as always.” you reply quickly, too quickly.

“really? because you seem… different?” onyankopon presses, leaning in just slightly. you rear back a little, face furrowed in confusion.

the words are casual, but the undertone is unmistakable. your cheeks burn, and you glance at armin, who’s staring down at his cards like they hold all the answers in the world.

onyankopon doesn’t miss it.

his smile sharpens, twitching a little at the corners, his gaze flickering between you and the blonde.

“interesting.” he says softly, just loud enough for you to hear.

your chest tightens, the weight of his unspoken accusation pressing down on you.

the next round begins, but you can’t focus. your heart pounds in your ears, drowning out the chatter around you. onyankopon leans over, head almost resting on your shoulders.

as the night progressed, you, ony, eren, and connie sat on the balcony, passing around a thick blunt. watching as the smoke escapes and quickly gets pulled back in by ony, he taps the burning tip against a small ashtray. carefully handing it to you.

“see i need me something like that.” eren laughs, rolling up another blunt, turning his body to shield from the stray snowflakes.

“something like what?” connie asks, taking the blunt from you in rotation.

“like them! they ain’t even together and all up on each other!” ony rolls his eyes, catching a quick glance at you.

“yall acting like i cheated on her or something.” he shook his head, using the arm thrown over your shoulder to wipe away the snow.

to tell the truth, you and onyankopons relationship was the most solid one you’ve been in. ever. there was no doubt in your mind that you loved him.

unfortunately, he loved football. too much for his own good sometimes. from trying to schedule days to see you and work around his practice, and you having extra classes this semester. you both decided it would be better if you stayed friends.

eren tucks the fresh blunt behind his ear, finishing off the one that circled through the small group.

“im going in, it’s too fucking cold out here.” connie bites, standing from him spot on the patio furniture. quickly tucking his hands into his pockets, the boy rushes inside the warm apartment. eren looks at you and ony.

“want me to spark?”

“you want some more or are you okay?” ony asks you, full attention and eye contact. his deep brown eyes sparkle in the moonlit night, using one of his fingers to push your curl out of your lashes.

“um, im okay.” eren nods, grabbing his beer before standing.

“where you going?” ony asks, reaching for his beer to finish off.

“back in, my fucking face froze.” with that, he shuffled quickly back in, sliding the door closed.

“what you been up to? since, well-“

“i swear im not falling apart without you, onyankopon, texas’s greatest quarterback, prodigy since eleven, uh- may i go on?.” tone joking, he shoves you a little in the arm, holding onto you so you didn’t actually fall against the side of the sofa.

“im glad. y’know i always want you to be good.” he’s leaning forward, elbows in knees, eyes focused onto the moving city.

“then, can i ask you a question?” you whisper, able to see your breath in the air, watching as it rises.

“you know you can.” he reaffirms.

“why did you decide football was more important than me?” in taking a sharp breath, he turned to fully look at you.

“so you think that’s what that was, yn?” nodding your head and unsure ‘yes’, he begins to slide closer to you.

“i never wanted to choose between you or football. i just wanted to get where i am, right now. i wasn’t motivated enough for the sport. wasn’t motivated enough for you. i was doing terrible.” his eye shimmered, glossing over a bit as his body’s warmth began to radiate onto you. without thinking, your palm comes up to caress the man’s face, nails running against the smooth skin. legs side by side, onyankopon leans into your shoulder, embracing the cool gentle touch of your fingers.

“i never wanted this to happen.” he raises his head from your shoulder, faces inches apart.

“me neither.” you push out, eyes look down to his lips. “kiss me ony.”

his lips take over yours with passion. moving at the same rhythm, you begin to lay backwards, eyes snapping to check the door. wrapping your arms around his neck, he starts to nibble at your earlobe, teeth gently grazing. one of his hands rest on your thigh while the other rest on your waist.

releasing a small, restrained moan, the man hums with enjoyment.

“let me get you back baby. everything’s different now.” listening to his pleas was getting harder to do as he snaked his hands up your sweater. gently teasing your stiffened nipples between this fingers.

“let me lift this up.” you lift your body a little, allowing him to pull your sweater up.

god he wish he didn’t. there on your right breast was indeed a large, circular, maroon and dark purple mark. without saying anything, he just pulls your sweater back down, not completely sure what he just saw only knowing it was blowing his high.

“wanna go back?” he asks, grabbing his empty bottle. your body jolts into a sitting position, confusion filling your brain, and panties.

“uh, yeah sure.”

-

“what’s that?” he asks, genuine curiosity fills the question. his jeweled finger points to the glass you held. the orange-brownish liquid.

“spiked cider. wanna try it? i don’t think you’ll like it.”

“you don’t know that!”

this is why you should’ve avoided the man. subconsciously watching how simple it is for you to treat him as if he’s your boyfriend, still. his lips press against the cool bottle, taking in a sip before immediately curling his face up. a loud laughs slips from your mouth before you can catch it, earning a side eye from the man.

“i told you.”

armin clears his throat, taking down the rest of his beer before throwing another ‘uno’. his gaze meets with yours, something else filling him now. this draws onys attention too. noticing the smoke coming from armins ears and nose, he decides, why not?

“armin!” onyankopon says smoothly, leaning back in his spot, his voice dripping with curiosity.

“you’ve been quiet tonight. nervous about something?”

“what?” armin replies, voice a little tight, helping shuffle some of the colorful cards.

“yeah man i mean- what- what im saying is we usually talk a little more, what’s up?” his tone was sweet but intimidating.

the question is a loaded gun. the air in the room shifts. armins head snaps up, his eyes low, and for a split second, he looks at you. it’s a mistake. a terrible, damning mistake.

when he turns back to you, it’s with a look that cuts through you like a blade.

“very fucking interesting, yn.” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. but it’s loud enough.

“onyankopon, let’s go talk on the balcony.” you start, your voice shaky, desperate to diffuse whatever bomb is about to go off.

“no,” he interrupts, his tone calm but laced with steel. “i think i get it now.”

the room quiets, the playful chatter fading as your friends start to notice the tension radiating from your corner. historia glances over, concern flickering across her face. jean raises an eyebrow, and sasha freezes mid-bite of a cookie. mikasa and eren both place their cards down, glancing at one another.

“what’s.. going on?” connie asks, breaking the silence, his tone half-joking but uncertain, still high from the balcony session. mikasa just shakes her head, indicating for him to be quiet.

ony doesn’t answer. his eyes are locked on you, unrelenting, his voice steady when he speaks again.

“tell me something.” he says, leaning in just slightly, his voice low enough that only you can hear.

“did it even mean anything? or was it just sex?”

“stop.” you whisper, your throat tightening, but it’s too late.

“or was it just convenient?” his words slice through the air, louder this time, the venom unmistakable.

the group stares now, all eyes darting between you, armin, and onyankopon. armin stiffens, his face pale as a sheet, his fingers clenching so tightly around his cards that they crumple.

“what’s he talking about?” sasha asks, her voice small, uncertain. crumbs of cookie falling from her glossed lips.

“yeah, are yall fucking each other or some-“ mikasa launches a used paper towel at the back of jeans head.

your vision blurs, heat rushing to your face as the walls feel like they’re caving in. you want to disappear, to melt into the floor and escape the unbearable weight of their stares.

but onyankopon doesn’t stop. he laughs, a bitter, hollow sound.

“don’t play fucking stupid.” he says, his voice sharp enough to cut.

“watch your mouth, onyankopon.” armin speaks, jaw clenched in anger.

“shut the fuck up, mommas boy. like i was saying.” eren opens his mouth a little.

“let me finish. it’s obvious, right? finals week, all that tension, you two couldn’t help yourselves, could you?”

“ony-” you choke out, pleading, but your voice falters.

armin finally breaks.

“im sorry man.” he says, barely above a whisper.

it’s like a bomb goes off. historia gasps, sasha’s jaw drops, and jean lets out a low whistle, muttering, “no way.”

the room erupts into chaos, voices overlapping as everyone reacts, but all you can focus on is onyankopon. his eyes hadn’t left yours.

“can we please do this outside? all of us.”

at the end of the night, which was shorty after, nothing was said. not even in the group chat.

-

a week to new years.

it’d been two weeks since you’d seen either of the boys. only talking to your friends about the situation once before they respected wishes and never brought it up again.

your slippers padded against the floors, echoing off your walls. pink and gold glitter covers your floor, a few shards of broken glass ornaments lay when the small pine used to decorate your apartment. soft rnb lulls in the background, keeping your mind preoccupied as you box away what decorations you didn’t break.

lola, your ragdoll, sprints down the hall before extending her limbs, stretching from her nap on the bedroom widow sill. she drops down onto her side, licking off a spot on her belly.

“wow, you work so hard, you must be so tired!” you say sarcastically, bending down at your knees, petting the cat. nudging you with the wet tip of her nose, she begins to purr.

“what would i do without my sweet lola baby? you know just how to distract me-“

the doorbell rings once. your cat rears up, sitting and looking directly at your front door, a small meow breaks from her. you wait two minutes before determining it was an accident.

but then it happens again. reaching for your phone, you quickly open the ring app. the doorbell camera catches armin, swaying side to side, fingers fidgeting with each other. wasting no time, you wander over to swing the door open. in the hallway, all you could see was him getting ready to walk away.

“yes?” you answer softly. he turns quickly in his heels, you could’ve sworn he was going to burn a hole to the next floor down. his blue eyes light up once they’ve seen yours.

“yn. can we please talk?”

inviting him in, you apologize for the mess.

“i’ve seen worse from you.” joking lightly, he takes a seat at the bar chairs, watching as you wipe off the glitter from your black lululemon set.

“haha, so funny. are you doing okay? why are you all the way on this side of town?” taking the chair next to him, you could tell the man was holding something in. hands gripped into fists, eyes locked ground, you couldn’t react before he took your face into his hands.

his plump pink lips press against yours, groaning at the feeling of you beginning to kiss back. you couldn’t help but to cave in. feeling how soft and warm his lips were against yours. he pulls away, still connecting your forehead with his.

“please, yn. you’re everything i’ve ever wanted.”

before you could open your mouth to say anything to the man, another ring at the door pulls you away. armin walks to the living room, taking a seat on the couch, watching as lola made biscuits in the throw blanket.

you swing the door open, eyes wide when you see onyankopon standing there, eyes low and red.

“what-“ he just pulls you in for a hug, lifting you off your feet. naturally, your legs swing around the man’s waist, feeling his large hand across your ass as he holds you up.

you’re wearing his favorite set, smelled like his favorite perfume of yours. the hug lasted well beyond a full minute , unmoving from the hall. his head dips down to the crook of your neck, groaning a little.

“ony, now’s a bad time. i have something to straighten out inside. come back over later?” you try to climb down from his hold only to be held tighter. he just shakes his head, kissing the exposed skin of your neck before placing you down gently.

“let me just come in, you wont even notice.” your lips fold inwards, turning to look at the adjacent door.

“look. to tell you the truth, armin showed up like two minutes before you did.” onyankopons face drops, a laugh starting but ultimately ending up in a harsh frown.

“so you chose him?” he asks, stepping away from the door.

“no. ony, i didn’t ‘choose’ him. i’m going to hear what he has to say, then he’s leaving. if you can be an adult and stay to talk, i’ll hear you out too.”

-

“you’re a fucking idiot, why would she want to wait sixteen years for you to pay off student loans when she can have it all right now?”

“until someone knocks that rock of a cranium on your shoulders hard enough.”

you stood in the kitchen, throwing away trash and cleaning up your area. them coming over wasn’t going to stop your cleaning day.

“i can hear you two!”

finishing off the counters of your kitchen, you head back to the living room. watching as both men sit quietly now, head hung in shame and guilt.

“okay since the men in here want to act like babies, i’ll start. armin i really enjoy your company, you’ve been my friend for a really long time now and i cherish that. you know that.” the blonde man looks up at you, an expression of knowing but also pain crossing his ocean blue eyes. walking over to sake a seat in your chair, lola follows behind, waiting for you to sit before she jumps up, curling into your lap. you eyes flick to onyankopon who has his head thrown back, arm shield his eyes.

“onyankopon. you need to understand that whatever me and armin did happened when we broke up. we weren’t texting, weren’t talking. i had given up already. but you know i love you too.”

“i get it, yn. just something about thinking of his hands over you just- i never wanted to break up.”

“yet you were quick to leave.” he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a bitter ‘ha!’ coming from his chest.

“yn. when we played there and talked, that was the most i’ve spoken to anyone personally in a really long time. you care about me, i care about you.”

“ugh i don’t know! it’s all just- complicated.” the two men make eye contact. a first, anger, hatred. then, as if they shared a brain, something shimmers in their eyes. onyankopon shifts in his seat, nodding at armin.

“then at least, let us make you feel better. you can tell us whoever you want when we’re done or we can just leave, princess.”

-

you’ve got to stop putting yourself in these positions.

armin sits in the chair you once occupied, watching intently, hand wrapped around himself as he stroked slowly. letting some saliva from his mouth fall onto his swollen tip. hands twisting to coat himself in the slick.

his eyes daze at how large onyankopons hands wrapped around your torso, holding your arms behind your back, as he bounced you on his length. lips attached to your swollen nipples, his eyes focused on your face above him.

“fuck, ony! just like that!” releasing your arms, he pulls you into a full sit on his dick. fingers digging into your waist. you feel it stretching and filling you up, pressing against your spot as the man nips at parts of your neck and chest. small red spots being left behind.

he picks you back up, holding you a little higher, using the leverage to fuck into you.

“look at me, ma. let me see how i’m making you feel.”

this was the position he used to love putting you in. showing off his strength but also how no matter what, he knew what was going to make you crumble.

“want your lil friend over here so he can see how to actually make you cum baby?” you whine, head lolling all the way backwards to look at armin. he was a mess under his own doing, shirt hoisted to his chin, hand still wrapped around his sticky skin. his eyes low, burning right into yours.

“oh fuck- i’m gonna cum! ony fuck! im-“ eyes rolling to the back of your head, youre shooting warm squirt all on the man’s bottom half. he lays you down on the couch, letting your orgasm shake your body while he rubs your side soft.

“come here.” onyankopon motions for armin to come over. the blonde man checks on you before turning to look at the other male.

“might as well go home.”

-

armin has you on your side, facing onyankopon straight on. his hand wrapped around your throat, other holding your leg up by the knee. his dick pumps slow, feeding you every inch of him while his lips suck at your exposed neck.

“min! min! oh my god-“ you cry out, feeling his he’s making your stomach bulge, your hands reaching behind to try to keep him from going so deep.

“keep your hands to yourself, baby.” he used his body strength to pull both of you up into a sitting position. with you facing your ex, armin folds your knees up to your chest, fucking into you from below.

“fuck- pussy so fucking nice to me baby.” he groans, slow strokes killing you.

“im so close armin please!”

onyankopon couldn’t lie. this was driving him crazy. watching as the drool falls from your pretty pink lips. how you’re pressed up against armin, his teeth marking your skin.

pumping his cock, his head falls backwards, listening to the moans fall from your lips. the sound of your pussy filling the space.

“im cumming! oouu shit, baby.” watching as the white ring formed around the base of armins cock becoming thicker as he continued to fuck into you. not caring about who you picked, just wanting you to feel your best.

“fuck- that’s not fair!” onyankopon watched as armin flipped you into a new position, aligning himself on top of you.

“stop being a fucking pussy and come help then.” armin bites back, positioning himself, he pushes into your clenching hole.

“ah! s-so sensitive i can’t take it!” you feel onyankopons hands rub from your breast, sliding up before taking control of your arms. holding you in place as armin beat you into the couch. the blonde digs his thumbs into the crease of your hips, dropping his cock into you.

“yes the fuck you can, ony go open her bedroom door.”

the two men help shuffle you down the hall, both grabbing at your body like vultures. you climb onto your bed, eyes locked with onyans. he fully strips himself, climbing right beside you. you attach your lips, humming into the kiss as his hands roam your tits.

“i missed you.” he whispers between a kiss, catching you off guard as armin turns your head the other way. he presses into you gently, fingers drawing faint lines on your spine.

“who do you want to fuck you, princess?” armin asks, watching as your head snaps back to onyankopon. the man wastes no time bringing you to his lap. lips reattached as he flips you onto your back.

“go sit behind her.” he instructs armin. the man climbs behind you, you feel his hard length against your back as your ex dips his head down.

his mouth places a few kisses on your bottom lips, begging a delicate as he possible could. he uses one hand, speeding you open before licking from your throbbing hole to the abused bud. letting some spit fall from his lips, his tongue spreads it around.

“oh! ony! love your fucking mouth so much.” armins hands play with your nipples, your hands up playing with his locks.

the man below sucks at the bud slow, eyes watching as your lips connect with armins. saliva coating both your faces in hungry affection. climbing back up, he pushes your legs back.

“hold them.” armin listens, holding your legs back while the other places himself at your entrance. his eyes watch you hungrily as he pushed inside, bottoming out.

“i know she missed me, look at how she’s taking me baby.”

he teasingly pulls out, watching as your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, before sliding back in. your pussy making noises as he continues to fuck you into the mattress.

“doing so well for us baby, taking all his dick huh.” armins watching down at you, lips curled into a smile while his hands played with your nipples.

“how this shit feel baby? you missed this dick?” ony asks, head quirked to the side as he watched himself fill you up. you nod, lost in pleasure and close to yet another orgasm.

“uhn uhn let me hear you say it baby. tell me how much you missed me fucking this pussy.”

“i missed you so much, daddy- oh fuck! im so close please- i cant!” he doesn’t stop, relentlessly pounding into you, feeling your nails dig into his arms.

“yeah, give it to me ma, come with me.” before you know it he’s releasing long white ropes across his body while armin is turning you around on all fours. onyankopon climbs into the spot armin occupied, smiling down at you.

“you’re doing so good, mama. just one more okay?” his large hand comes up to slightly rub the side of your face. tears flood as you feel armin start to fill you up. your ex watches as your face contorts into pleasure, looking as you peer back at his acquaintance.

it’s like they both were trying to find something important. slow strokes stealing your soul as he hikes one of his legs up, pressing down on your back with both his hands.

you could feel him in places you didn’t even know existed. face rested on onyankopons hands, back arched, armin digging into you from behind. your body’s on fire.

the sound of his balls slapping against your abused clit fill the room. your moans turned to nothing but gasps of air and drool falling out the corner of your lips. eyes rolled back into your head.

“one more, princess. just one- shit- one more.” he reassured, hips dragging quicker.

“pussy so good. m’i making her feel good baby?” you nod, lost in pleasure. he could feel you clenching around him. how your hands shot out to grab hold on your exs chest as you release all over armin. clear liquid shoots out as you collapse. the two men move off the bed, sighing at your beaten frame.

“you take her to the shower, i’ll wash her sheets?”

onyankopon agrees, picking you up bridal style.

“let’s go princess.”

© vantetaes. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. ageless/blank blogs dni.

[kayakima]

How the 104th cadet corps babysits

(Plus bonus Pieck and Porco)

Eren: Comes about 10 minutes late but says the parents can take $10 off to make up for it. Gets the kids to watch Transformers while he talks to Mikasa on the phone for an hour and a half, but keeps the kids in the corner of his eye so they don’t run off. Orders buffalo ranch pizza. When the kids show him a TikTok of someone shotgunning a beer, he scolds them before showing them how to do it themselves with cans of soda and telling them to not tell anyone he did that. Charges $40 (originally $50).

Mikasa: Brings 3-4 balls of yarn and teaches the kids how to knit while she puts on Pride and Prejudice. One of the kids takes a ball of yarn and starts pretending they’re a cat so she goes along with it and they all start playing kitties and puppies. Somehow she manages to get all of the kids in bed right before the parents come home and lets them keep the “knitted scarves” they made as a little gift. Charges $150 but it’s worth it to have the kids tuckered out and nothing messed up.

Armin: Brings some books to read to the kids. They range from Dr. Seuss to the Great Illustrated Classics version of HG Wells’ The Time Machine. LOVES answering questions with questions because he wants the kids to learn critical thinking at a young age but doesn’t want to bore them. Plays baby sensory videos or How it’s Made to get the kids to fall asleep when they refuse to go to bed. Charges $60

Annie: Doesn’t jump at the idea of babysitting but agrees to when the parents offer $50 AND a gift card to Target (she just ran out of face wash). Only babysits older kids and sits on her phone most of the time, but still makes sure they get their homework done before they can do their thing. Gives “relationship advice” (“all boys are terrible. I’m just dating Armin because he was lucky enough to be an exception”). Yells at the kids to go to bed and they do because she’s scary when she yells.

Reiner: The kids are obsessed with how strong he is and beg him to power lift him like they’re dumbbells and he absolutely LIVES for it. Plays Assassins Creed and Mario Kart and helps the kids beat a tough level in Portal 2. Has a food fight with popcorn but after making sure they’re all in bed he goes down to vacuum it back up and make sure the basement is reasonably clean. Charges $60.

Bertoldt: Absolutely CRACKED at Fortnite and Call of Duty and will destroy opponents that underestimate him because of his score. Does bad karaoke of Michael Bolton love ballads so the kids can make fun of him. Shows them all sorts of cheesy 80’s music so they can surprise their parents with songs they listened to as kids/teenagers. Charges $100 because he brought his own karaoke machine.

Marco: HUGE Marvel fan and gets into a long-winded discussion about comics and the MCU vs DC with the kids. Does a whole Marathon of the Sam Raimi Spiderman trilogy (his favorites), then tells the kids all about the meaning of who Spiderman is and how the biggest appeal of the character is that “anyone can wear the mask and anyone can be an everyday hero just like Peter Parker and Miles Morales”. Tries to refuse pay but the parents insist on giving him $150 because the kids love him so much.

Historia: Brings a whole tea party set and raids the kids closets to do a princess and knights fashion show. Does nails (outside or in the garage so nail polish doesn’t get on the carpet) and tells the little girl(s) that they can be knights and the little boy(s) that they can be the princes to be saved if that’s what they want. Talks all about how Ymir is her knight in shining armor. Charges $100.

Ymir: Does not like kids. Does not want kids. Was tricked into babysitting but once she realized she was alone with them, she freaks out and called Historia to come over and help her. Steals a couple white claws from the fridge in the garage and hopes the parents don’t notice. When Historia finally comes, she lets her take over and sits on the couch scrolling on TikTok. Tells the parents the kids were good, takes $20, and never babysits again.

Sasha: Brought a kid-friendly cookbook and makes the kids a big fishbowl to drink out of while watching Ratatouille (it’s filled with sprite, blue Gatorade, and Swedish fish). She bakes cookies while they watch and secretly eats a ton of cookie dough before the kids even know there’s extra. Gets the kids to sing the clean-up song after dinner and basically tricks them into getting the kitchen in perfect order before the parents come home.

Connie: BY FAR the best babysitter for rowdy and stubborn kids. He has little siblings so he knows all the ins and outs of dealing with babies, toddlers, and preteens. Lets the kids do just enough stuff they’re “not allowed to do” so they feel like he’s the cool babysitter, but also flawlessly tricks them into doing their nighttime routine to a T in record time. Charges $200 for the night but it’s worth every penny to come home and they’re all in bed sound asleep, freshly bathed with their teeth brushed, and dinner finished with a spotless kitchen.

Jean: Brings a whole backpack full of cheap art supplies and construction paper for the kids to play with to stay occupied, but he gets carried away and starts “critiquing” their work in a posh accent as if he were an upscale art curator (it’s literally fingerpaint). Lets the kids ride on his back like a horse (duh) and pretends he’s a giant so they can attack him with toy swords. Absolutely LOVES when one of the kids has a crush on him and hides it poorly because he thinks it’s adorable. Charges $60 for the art supplies and gas, nothing for his time.

Pieck: THE cool big sister every kid wants. Crawls around on all fours and lets the kids ride on her back as well (obviously). Lets the kids swim in the pool at night and plays mermaids with them until the parents come home, then helps the parents get the kids to bed. Charges $75 for the night and offers to help for the kids’ class pool party (she just likes playing mermaids and wants free access to a pool)

Porco: 15 minutes late but it’s because he stopped at dollar general to get each kid’s favorite snack. Takes the kids to see the Minecraft movie (sneaking the snacks in) and then they spin donuts in the back of the parking lot in his clapped out BMW 335i. Gets Taco Bell with the kids afterwards on the way home and wrestles them into bed. Charges for the movie tickets but covers the Taco Bell on his own dime (he had a Visa gift card that Bert gave him months ago that he found under the drivers seat).

[celesteleoves]

“DIMPLES ARE SO CUTE!”

ೃ࿐ EREN YEAGER X FEM!READER

summary: eren only shows his dimples around you.

warnings: eren has dimples, fluff, mentions of spicey things (girls teasing girls ykyk), erens very stoic around people he’s not close with.

-

“can you imagine jean having dimples, mikasa? i mean that would boost his ego too much.” annie laughed as you all sat around armins house.

your friend group had decided to have one big hangout! currently, the girls were sitting in the basement catching up on gossip while the boys went out to get stuff for a barbecue later.

“he still looks insanely good annie, can YOU imagine your boyfriend having dimples?” mikasa retorted back as the rest of us girls laughed.

“at least he’s good in bed-”

“hey, y/n, you like guys with dimples right?” sasha questioned as she downed a can of root beer.

“who doesn’t? dimples are so cute!” you said as the girls agreed.

“historia loves me and my freckles, dimples ain’t got nothing on us.” ymir pulled historia to her chest who only giggled and nodded.

you smiled at the two, they were so cute it drove you nuts. but at the moment, you remembered something about your crush and a feature you noticed about him.

“wait, eren has dimples guys!” you said with a smile on your face like you’d just solve the biggest mystery on earth.

the girls narrowed their eyes at you and then turned their attention to mikasa, who was a bit confused as well.

“don’t look at me, i can’t remember ever noticing eren having dimples. you sure y/n?”

“i swear, just wait till he gets back and look closely! you can see them.”

“she’s so in love she’s imaging eren with her favourite features a guy can have.” historia mocked and you rolled your eyes.

“i swear by it.”

mikasa laughed at your words as the girls listened closely to this newfound information.

“sure you do, i’ve known eren my whole life and i dont ever really see any prominent dimples on his face.”

“mika, let’s also remember she’s heavily obsessed with him. of course she noticed these things.” sasha joined in on the teasing as you groaned.

“fine, maybe you guys are right about the dim-”

“right about what?” jean asked as he, armin, and connie walked into the room with drinks and snacks.

“it’s girl talk, jean.” armin said while putting stuff down on a near coffee table before taking a seat on the couch annie sat at.

“well let me in on it!” jean pestered mikasa as he also joined her on the couch also.

“sasha! of course you ate my favourite chips bro.” connie whined as he noticed the chip bag he brought was in her hands and was now devoured by Sasha’s uncontrollable need for food.

“shut up connie!”

“anyways, we were talking about how y/n says she believes eren has dimples.” historia brought the conversation back and now everyone was listening intently.

“that mean bastard? doubt he could have something as attractive as dimples on his cold, ugly face.” jean said as he emphasized the last few words in a mocking way while mikasa slapped his arm.

armin paused and thought about it before speaking. “actually, he might. i think i almost saw his dimples once but he turned away from me, so i couldn’t see them.”

“see!” you smiled in victory and stood up to grab a coke can but before you could, a hand swooped and grab it right out of your reach. the person raised it above their head.

“don’t mind me, i’m really in the mood for some coke.” the person you guys had been talking about for a while finally arrived, eren.

and god damn, he looked too good even though you saw him thirty minutes ago. somehow, he manages to just get more attractive in your eyes day by day.

“eren, i was gonna have that actually so hand it over.” you smiled and reached to grab it, the visible height difference between you two causing troubles.

your friends went silent as they watched you bicker with each other. they had all been rooting for you two to get together, for a while now. you had easily fallen for him, what you didn’t know as of right know is that he fell harder.

although, one thing that made the whole groups jaws drop was the prominent dimples that appeared through eren’s smile as he looked down at you, his green eyes seeming brighter as he teased you and laughed.

“no fucking way.” annie whispered and nudged armin who only stared at the two with a smile on his face.

“shit man, turns out he does have something as cool as dimples on his face.” jean sighed and leaned into mikasa’s shoulder who only let out a chuckle at that.

truth is, mikasa knew eren had dimples. but, she only saw them when eren was around you or when he talked about you with a smile on his face.

-

a/n: heyyy, so i’m back with the aot oneshots too! im in a aot brainrot bc of the trailer and how sad i am that aot is going to be ending soon :( anyways, hope you enjoyed!

please message me if u have any concerns, suggestions, or a specific aot or mha work in mind that you would like me to write!

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

AOT at a Christmas Party

I have no caption... it's finals season I wanna die

Eren: the party is at his apartment; lowkey forgot that he's hosting the party and that he actually needs to have food; claims it's a last minute pot luck; doesn't clean his place and ends up ordering pizza

Mikasa: brings a bunch of homemade cookies... it's diverse, some being good and some being... not so good; she doesn't understand the excitement of Christmas but she partakes in the activities; gets to the party half an hour early (before everyone else) and cleans up Eren's apartment because she knew he wouldn't have it clean

Armin: wears an ugly Christmas sweater and thinks that it's super cute; brings a big kettle of hot cocoa (it's his specialty); is DJing the Christmas music

Jean: doesn't know how to cook so he brings a box of store bought Christmas cookies (they're literal shit and no one eats them and he gets offended); wears a beanie and claims it's "Christmas spirit" enough

Connie: genuinely shows up wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper and is wearing antlers or some shit; continues to make jokes about how everyone should jingle his bells; shows up without anything

Sasha: is an amazing baker and shoes up with a shit ton of Christmas baked goodies (cookies, bread, cakes, etc.); and she honestly eats half of the stuff she brings

Erwin: can't cook to save his goddamn life so he brings a case of shitty beers; wears a green sweater and doesn't quite understand that it doesn't 'fit the Christmas spirit'; enjoys watching everyone interact because he never had family Christmas' like this

Levi: is just wearing all black and doesn't take shit about it; brings a box of 12 store bought cookies despite there being more than a dozen people at the party; spends the evening in the corner of the party, watching everyone and secretly enjoying it

Hange: shows up wrapped in Christmas lights... it's a look! attempts to cook and bring a main dish (like a turkey or ham) and omfg is it horrible... it's either burnt or not cooked at all and genuinely could conduct food poisoning; is wayyyy too into the Christmas activities and wants to actual roast chestnuts on a fire

Annie: brings a batch of brownies (box mix) and is always seen with a drink in her hand; however she's smiling the whole time, enjoying how excited Armin is about the festivities; threatens to beat up anyone who says anything bad about Armin's sweater (she's the only one allowed to do that)

Bertholdt: honestly, he can cook and shows up with a few side dishes... mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, cranberry sauce, etc.; he gets really excited about small things such as giving gifts, spending time with friends, and Armin's hot chocolate

Reiner: brings eggnog except he tries making it and doesn't know what it is so he just beat an egg in some milk (close enough); Annie convinced him to wear this HORRIBLE Christmas sweater because she said it would look good on him (spend the whole night being bullied for it)

Ymir: spikes Armin's hot chocolate with vodka; shows up pre-drunk to the party even though she knew there would be drinks; she also ate before-hand because she knew the food would be shit; shows up empty handed and when she gets called out she claims "she brought the life of the party"

Historia: begs everyone to go Christmas caroling (and is somehow able to convince everyone to do it); she also has everyone pile in and take a Christmas photo together (which is miraculous); brings gifts for everyone even though they all agreed to not bring any

[sunaluv]

GIVE ME YOUR LOVIN'

someone's looking at you looking at him

feat: connie & eren, wakasa & shinichiro

CONNIE & EREN

connie watched curiously as you laughed at whatever it was eren said to you. you threw your head back and cackled as your unfiltered laughter was heard over the music. ironically enough, you had that same, unashamed laughter when he fell for you. every time he thinks about how he fell in love with you, he finds himself covering his cheeks like a bashful little school girl.

he can't really blame eren for getting to you first, he had only told sasha, ymir and historia about his little crush on you. and you were so attractive in your own way, it was a matter of time before someone else would make their move on you. ‘yeah,’ he convinces himself, ‘if i had acted first, maybe she would be laughing at my jokes right now.’

connie had been so deep in his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed you approaching the kitchen island he was sat at.

"you alright, con?" he felt a blush coming on at the sound of your voice. "what'cha thinkin' about?"

maybe it was the remnants of alcohol in his system, but he swore you've been looking at him a little differently lately, like there was a hint of lust in your eyes.

he cleared his throat, calming himself down. "nothin' really," he wiped his hands on his jeans. "what've you been up to?"

he listened intently as you told him about the past week, about the pile of assignments you've been neglecting and the girls trip you went on recently (he smiled as you whipped your phone out, swiping through albums and he had to act like he hadn't seen the ones you uploaded on your finsta). he had to hold back the hurt on his face whenever you mentioned eren though.

time seemed to pass whenever he talked with you. he found himself genuinely interested in what you had to say, and became more of a listener than a talker when the two of you conversed.

jean elbowed eren, nodding towards the two of you chatting by the counter. "you ever noticed how con looks at your girl?"

eren looked between jean and the pair of you, shrugging his shoulders. "no? how does he?"

"like he wants her," he laughed at the glare eren shot him. "my sources have told me that he's had a crush on her before you two started talking."

eren was silent, taking a sip of his drink. jean would've probably considered what he meant, but a call of his name from the bros at the beer pong table managed to grab his attention. with a heavy pat on eren's shoulder, he left the said boy alone with this newfound information.

old eren would've pulled the two of you up on it immediately or caused a giant scene which was sure to embarrass the three of you. but since getting to know you, he had become a calmer person, more rational even. instead of storming over to the kitchen, he decided to let you be. he trusted you, and you obviously trusted him as you already told him about you and connie when you started getting serious.

he let connie get a feel of what it was like to be with you, just for tonight. it was as far as he was going to get anyway.

SHINICHIRO & WAKASA

sometimes, when you come into the bike shop with your cheery greeting, wakasa likes to pretend you came for him, despite the fact you greeted everyone.

he likes to daydream about you prancing in your summer dresses which heavily contrasted his oil-stained overalls tied at his waist. he likes to daydream about you scolding him about overworking himself, your pretty, plump lips drawing into a pout complaining about 'how you'll forget about me one day...'

to which he'd respons with 'you know i never would' before hissing that pout away.

yeah... this man was in deep.

instead, he nodded his head at you as he passed, to which you reciprocated with a smile of your own. the faint scent of your perfume hypnotised him, his eyes following your figure as you lovingly embraced your boyfriend, shinichiro, who was tinkering away at his own bike.

the slithers of conversation he could grasp closely resembled the ones he has with you in his daydream, he sometimes gets scared someone can read his thoughts.

with a heavy sigh, he tore his gaze from his leader and his girl, putting the finishing touches on the automobile in front of him.

--

wakasa didn't imagine this to be the first time he got to really embrace you.

"it'll be okay," he spoke your name tenderly, drawing small circles into your arm. "we'll all look after you for as long as you need, alright? we all know how much shin adored you."

at the mention of his name, your cries grew harsher and louder. you squeezed at his waist harder, burying your face in his chest as if to take out all of your hurt on him.

"what will i do, wakasa?" his heart shattered at the defeated look on your face. "my boyfriend is dead..."

wakasa was stuck. he didn't know how to console you right now, not when he was feeling so guilty for thinking about your flushed body against his whilst you were crying over his late leader.

so he said nothing, letting you fall into him once more. he only hoped takeomi would get to your place soon, anyone other than him would probably be a better support system for you right now.

takeomi arrived shortly after, a fruit basket and other comfort items with him, along with his condolences. you told the boys you were going to lie down, giving wakasa the chance to excuse himself from you.

the two of the stood in your kitchen, speaking in hushed terms.

"you're such an asshole for what you're doing, ya know?"

"i know," wakasa breathed out. "...i know."

"shinichiro died, wakasa."

"i said i know, damn it!" he finally looked up at takeomi, a mix of rage, guilt and disgust swirling in his eyes. his eyes widened as he lowered his volume.

"boss left her in our care," takeomi breathed out. "do you really think it's wise to do what you're doing?"

whether or not it was a rhetorical question, wakasa did not answer. the silence mixed with with the tense mood left the air heavier than usual.

wakasa knew he still held strong feelings for you and it seems others are starting to catch on as well. thus he had to distance himself from you and let you grieve shinichiro properly.

[syoish-aot]

"I Found You" - EREN X READER, REVERSE ISEKAI - Part 2

okay okay I'll post more...

reader/eren

post canon, reverse isekai, memory loss

currently rated T

word count: 1147 [updated June 27]

<- PART 1 | PART 3 ->

*********

“Who the hell are you?”

You’re pinned to the bed below Eren. One of his hands is firmly against your wrist to keep you from moving (although it’s obvious to him that you don’t have the strength to fight against his hold, even if you tried). 

He stares down at you, his heart hammering against his chest in a mix of anxiety and confusion.

How the hell do you know who he was, but he has no memory of you? Or this bed? Or this room? Or anything besides Mikasa’s blade against his throat and the tears lining her eyes. 

You’re trembling below him, clearly terrified, indicating that you’re equally clearly not a threat. 

Eren’s not sure what’s going on here, but he doesn’t want to do anything too rash and complicate things further. 

So he lets you go.

“Sorry.” He mumbles as he pulls away from you and sits on the edge of the bed.

Immediately you sit up and turn towards him. “Are you okay?” You ask, staring with eyes wide and clear concern splashed across your face.

For some reason, it causes Eren’s stomach to twist uncomfortably, even though he has no idea who you are. He says nothing.

“Did you have another nightmare?” You ask softly.

The way you say it indicates that this may be a common occurrence. So he lies: “Yes.” He answers. “Sorry. Guess it freaked me out a bit.”

You give him a comforting smile and, again, it causes his stomach to twist.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say softly. “You’re awake now, right? So everything’s okay.” You lean forward to kiss his cheek before pulling yourself out of bed. “Armin said we needed to be at the restaurant at one.”

“Armin?” Eren quickly asks.

You can’t help but laugh at the way Eren is looking at you. His eyes are wide, eyebrows raised, lips parted just slightly as he sucks in a breath. “Yeah, Armin.” You confirm. “And everyone else.”

“Who else?”

You sigh. “Eren, you really need to get better at remembering the plans we make.”

“Who’s going to be there?” Eren repeats, ignoring your comment.

You laugh as you stand so you can cross the room to finish putting on your makeup in front of the large mirror next to your dresser.

“Besides you, me, and Armin, Niccolo obviously. I’m still surprised he managed to plan the whole thing.” You joke as you start on your eyeliner. “Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, and Marco for sure because they’re reliable when it comes to making plans. Historia texted me yesterday and said Ymir didn’t want to come because apparently she and Reiner still aren’t over that fight they had last week. Oh my god speaking of that fight, did you know that they put it on pause to go get beers together at Maria’s? Literally just went ‘I hate you but we have to watch this game together so we’ll be friends for a night and then go back to our bullshit’. Honestly, I commend them for being able to do that.” You laugh. “Anyway, if Historia is set on coming, Ymir will still show up and we can see that drama unfold in real-time. Sasha will be there for the food, Pieck will be there for the booze, Porco will be there for the Pieck being there for the booze. Obviously Jean’s going to be there and you better behave. Connie, duh! And Mikasa finally flew back into town so she’ll-”

“Mikasa’s going to be there?” There’s something to the way he says it. This strange… hope in his tone. It leaves you confused.

“Yes?” You answer. Or maybe you’re asking, you aren’t too sure. “Didn’t she call you to talk about it literally last night?” He’s still staring at you but you shrug and turn back to the mirror. “Now get your perfectly sculpted ass out of bed so you can get ready or we’ll be late.”

Without saying another word, Eren stands up and leaves the bedroom.

If you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought he hesitated at the door, glancing around the apartment because he wasn’t sure of the layout.

But you and Eren had been living there together for over a year.

So it wouldn’t make sense for him to be confused.

It wouldn’t make sense at all…

***

Eren fumbled his way through getting ready. He tried his best not to talk to you because talking to you was… confusing.

Anytime you were too close to him or your eyes met in a specific way, his stomach would erupt into butterflies as his heart felt like it began beating ten times faster.

It was a purely physical reaction to your closeness and it was- it was… odd. 

To say the least.

It felt like his head and his body had different ideas of who you were. 

In his head: you were a stranger. Someone who’s name he could barely remember (and had almost forgotten several times). You were confusing, potentially dangerous, but obviously some sort of key to figuring out what was going on; which became especially apparent as you rattled off the names of almost everyone he knew.

In his body: you were everything. You were someone he felt an intense desire to touch. To feel. To be around. His body pulled him towards you at every opportunity it got, sometimes even to the point that he had to physically stop himself from reaching out to take your hand, grabbing you by the wrist- kissing you. And every time it happened he could recall what it would feel like to follow through with those movements. Somehow he knew the warmth of your lips on his, your body flush against him, your fingers curled into his palm- fitting so perfectly, like your hand was meant to be there. Instinct. His reaction to your presence was pure instinct.

And he had no idea what to make of that.

But when you’d told him that the two of you were meant to be somewhere and rattled off names of people he knew (and not in the way that he “knew” you, these were people he actually knew), he hoped that talking to them would clear things up.

So, he spent the morning playing the part. Doing what you told him to. Following you around the strange apartment that the two of you, apparently, called home.

He didn’t want to alert suspicion, not yet.

Especially when you said Mikasa’s name and his stomach sank.

“There.” You said with a smile as you finished knotting his tie and pulled it perfectly tight against his neck. Your hands moved to his shoulders, flattening out his dress shirt. 

                           Who were you?

    Who were you?

                                                                            Who were you?

It’s all Eren could think as you smiled up at him and his whole body felt like it was on fire.

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #11

synopsis: when aot characters get drunk🍺

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: exams are finally over and its SUMMAA so i switched up my theme, rip coquette hanjisungslag u will b missed x

☆ eren jaeger

loves a strong bow and a corona on a warm summers day x

is a lightweight

one beer and he is off his rocker

gets hyper in several different ways, happy, giggly, angry etc.

passed out by 22:00

☆ mikasa ackerman

she’s a cider girlie!!

loves a rekorderlig & kopparberg (strawberry & lime and mixed fruits specifically)

tries some people’s gins and vodkas and it ain’t for her

she’s a lightweight too

she’s so shocked how hard it hits her

she’s a lot more chatty and giggly

goes red in the cheeks > <

☆ armin arlert

he tries beer. doesn’t like san miguel. hates stella.

will take a corona on a sunny day though…

but he likes a cider!

he looovveesss any fruity drinks

he’s not a lightweight or heavyweight, good middle ground

gets sooo chatty

the type of drunk to info dump on you / talk about their special interests

☆ jean kirsten

drinks mostly everything. strongbow, cider, maybe be cheeky and have a rum!

also tequila tbh

he’s a bit of a lightweight tbh

but he refuses to admit it 😭

he’s a chill drunk, he’ll sit and chat and drink

but bro is RAVENOUS like he will eat a fuckin buffet and a half afterwards.

spends more money on food than actual drink

☆ sasha braus

AH SHE LOVES A PITCHER FROM SPOONS X

her, ymir and historia deffo get some refreshing, fruity pitchers between em all.

they’re literally just girls… 😖

she’s a lightweight duhhh!!

she’s 100% busting a move on the dance floor

there’s also a liability.

and she is that liability. she is constantly running off

☆ connie springer

 MY GUY IS A VODKA MAN I SAID IT

he gets sooo drunk

like i’m talking running away with sasha, doing karaoke, dancing, chatting to EVERYONEE

THE no 1. yapper when drunk

by the end of the night he was 10 new best friends, invited to three weddings and several after parties.

he’s deffo the one who ends up being sick but he’s so ready to drink afterwards😭(don’t let him)

☆ reiner braun

heavyweighhhhttt

he starts off with ‘man’ drinks like san miguel, stella etc.

HOWEVAA i know this man loves a voddy and coke and gin.

i just know when this man is pissed and wants another one he is getting his bloody pink gin

he’s rizzing people up sooo hard like reiner stawp 😜

he’s so sweet and pookie when drunk like he’s just chatting and hugging all his friends

☆ bertolt hoover

actually loves a san miguel

everyone’s so surprised by this?

he’s also a heavyweight

he’s tall ok, more of him to get drunk

when he’s drunk HES A TALKERR

it’s like it’s all been built up and now he’s exploding with words and conversations

deffo says way too much for his liking and regrets it deeply in the morning.

expect an apology message in the morning (even tho he has nothing to apologise for, bless)

☆ annie leonhart

heavy weight

this girl is on vodkas with lemonade hmk x

when she’s drunk she’s soo red

she’ll find someone to just sit and chill with

doesn’t want to embarrass herself or bring attention to herself.

she’s so funny when she’s drunk

pulls out ALL the stops when it comes to jokes

she’s always giggling at everyone doing some dumb shit

☆ levi ackerman

heavy weight!

he doesn’t drink much anyways

but if he is, its whiskey or tia maria in some coffee

he’s usually the one watching everyone, not getting too drunk

making sure no one is dead x

but he always ends up tipsy at the least

although he’s supposed to be baby sitting

he cant help but slightly smirking at anything anyone says.

☆ erwin smith

heavy weight once again

doesn’t like to get too drunk

he’s an old man now cmon

my man is drinking wine like merlot, pino, etc

he’s so elegant when drinking

but by the end of the night his hair is messed up baddd

he says loads of stuff and regrets it.

obviously it’s nothing too extreme but just him being silly

gets super sleepy though. wine drunk 🙁

☆ hange zoë

SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS

literally adores shots

just goes crazy on them tbh

after an hour, they’re buying shots for EVERYOONNNEEE

definitely broke by the end of the night.

has to start giving themselves a limit every time they go out

ANYWAYS an absolute party animal

hitting up the clubs

hitting the DANCE FLOOR DUH!

[lemonmaid]

Jean x male reader x reiner

Just Jean and Reiner admiring reader's body while he works out before going up to him and marking his body with hickeys and bite marks yk just some light smut 😄

Warnings: Male reader, Modern AU, eye fucking basically, steamy but not like titan hot steam, college au. Drinking?

Now Jean was no stranger to what he thinks is beautiful, but here he is eye fucking a stranger at the gym.

I mean, at first he was kinda intimated, seeing you lift so much weights, then he started to see sweat drip in the right places and oh god not to mention the compression shirt.

Jean wouldn't say he is gay, but damn, maybe just a little bi? I mean, he did date Marco at one point but all friends date their friends before being best friends right?

Reiner was saying some shit about protein and bulking but he didn't care, what he did care about what was going on in that-

"Jean, do you get what I'm saying? You need to start bulking up or you're gonna be under weight this season-"

Jean kept staring at you,"Mhm, right".

Reiner was getting pissed at this point, whatever could Jean be goggling right now-

As Reiner turned behind him he saw you, did he understand the appeal, yeah but that wasn't the point right now, "Ah the new guy?".

Jean finally looked at Reiner, "you know him?".

Reiner huffed, "yeah he transferred from out of state, some fancy college town. He is going to be joining our team later today. Why don't we say hi".

Before Jean could interject, Reiner started walking towards your bench.

"Yo, (last name). You coming to the frat tonight no?"

You take one airpod out, wiping the sweat off your chin, "yeah what's the catch".

Reiner shrugged his shoulders, "pretty sure Annie said a case of beer, but pony boy here doesn't drink 'piss water'" he says as he hits Jean's chest.

Jean's face turned red, "shut it!".

You smirked, taking a gulp of your water.

Jean watched as your lips wrapped around the tip- god.

You exhaled, " what time would it be?".

"Nine".

You hummed, "maybe".

Later that night Jean was listening to Armin rant about some chick in his lab class, looking at the door and back at Armin and the group.

"And she had the audacity to ask me for my notes? She didn't even come to lab in the right clothing, almost making me and her fail the lab-".

Eren took a swing of some jungle juice, "what a cunt, do you want me to ask Historia to take care of it?".

Armin rolled his eyes, "No, i don't need that cheerleader playing bully, also I thought the two of you ended things?".

Eren shoockrd his head, "nah we never dated, she just wanted to make Ymir jealous".

Fucking bitch.

Jean sighed, mumbling how he was gonna get another drink. When he enters the kitchen he sees something he didn't expect, you and Reiner.

Reiner was gripping your ass like it was a football that he can't let go, his tounge deep in your throat. Jean felt his heart dropped and the red solo cup in his hand crushed.

Reiner opened his eyes, before smirking at Jean. He pulled away from your mouth, "Jean man! Look at (Name)'s party trick".

Jean look at you, your tongue is sticked out with a cherry stem knotted up, fuck.

Either Reiner was tipsy or fucking into men because how the hell did he get you to show him that trick. Reiner laughed at Jean's facial expression.

Some junior came up to Reiner mumbling into his ear before Reiner and him stormed off, screaming about Eren fighting.

You looked at Jean with a smirking, "you wanna try it?" Holding another cherry.

[emsprovisions]

I know I am being greedy here but,

3. I can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, TK

8. being ur partner's mum's favorite.

from romance prompt please.

From this list of writing prompts that I am no longer accepting. Hello anon! Someone else has also asked for no. 3 so I will answer theirs :)

being ur partner's mum's favorite.

Carlos sits on the couch, his ankle crossed over his opposite knee and a beer in his hand as he watches his husband playing firefighter with action figures and a toy fire engine with their young sobrinos on the floor. They keep pausing because they want to hear TK’s stories from his firefighter days, since apparently–according to Six-and-eight-year-old Diego and Juliana–paramedics aren’t as cool. They giggle as TK keeps playfully correcting their terminology of the ladder truck and exactly how many inches of line they should start and Carlos’s heart just swells. 

“Ay, TK?” Carlos’s mom pops her head in from the backdoor, “Are you in here, mijo?”

“What do you need, Ma?” Carlos sits up, uncrossing his legs and making to get up.

“Oh, no, you stay right there, Carlitos. I need TK’s expertise.”

“It’s fine, babe, I could do with stretching my legs anyway,” TK smiles up at Carlos. He gets up, much to Diego and Juliana’s dismay, and promises he’ll be back. He purposely walks around the couch so he can pass Carlos, stooping to kiss the top of his head as he does so. 

After TK disappears, Carlos is left alone with his sobrinos, and they coax him into playing firefighter with him instead. But Tío TK does it better than Tío Carlos, evidently. 

When TK’s been gone for too long, and Carlos’s brother-in-law wanders in to check on his kids, Carlos stands up. 

“Have you seen TK?” He asks Ricardo as he approaches. 

“He’s out on the back porch,” Ricardo says, almost bitterly. “With your mom, and Tía Lucy, and my wife.”

“Uh, thanks,” Carlos says, looking at Ricky apprehensively before excusing himself in search of his husband. 

TK’s got a glass of sweet tea in his hand, slapping his knee, while Ana clings to his arm, gasping for breath. 

“No way!” She laughs. “Tonterías! That did not happen.”

“It did,” TK nods. “I swear it on my mother’s grave.”

TK looks up as the screen door swings shut and sees Carlos step out before anyone else. 

“Hey, baby!” TK calls. “Come join us.”

Carlos lingers by the door, watching TK fit in with his family so seamlessly. They’ve been married for nearly a year now, but sometimes it still surprises him that he has this. He not only gets to be himself, he gets to be himself around his family, and they are all enamored with TK, too. 

TK’s smiling at him, patting the empty seat beside him and Carlos smiles and slides onto the long bench beside his husband, an arm going around his shoulder and TK’s hand falling into place on top of his knee. 

“What did I interrupt?” Carlos asks. 

“Oh, I was just telling everyone about that call we got the other day, where the neighbors were having a domestic dispute and one of them threw pickle juice all over my patient and it turned out she’s allergic to pickles,” TK grins, catching Carlos up on the story. “Ana here doesn’t believe that we get calls as ridiculous as that all the time.”

“That’s because that’s impossible!” Ana scoffs. “Who’s allergic to pickles??”

“My patient, evidently,” TK smirks at her. 

Carlos laughs, “There’s a lot of stupid people in this world, Ana. You would not believe the absurdity of some of the calls I used to get under APD.”

“Babe, you get ridiculous cases now too,” TK reminds him. 

“Cuéntanos más de tus historias, TK.”

TK smiles warmly at Tía Lucy over in her blue adirondack chair in the deck before looking up to Carlos for help. 

“Tía wants to hear more of your stories,” Carlos tells him, looking up at his great aunt and the delight on her face. She can’t speak English, but she can mostly understand it, and joy and humor are universal languages anyways. 

TK launches into more funny stories from different calls before Ricardo comes outside with a screaming Diego, and it’s time for Ana to go home. 

Andrea takes TK inside and Carlos is tasked with helping Tía Lucy inside and to her chair in her room. 

“You have a sweet young man, Carlitos,” she tells him in Spanish. “Muy guapo y divertido.”

It’s not the first time she’s commented on TK. Honestly, Tía Lucy always fawns over Carlos’s husband to the point Carlos wonders if she doesn’t have some schoolgirl type crush on him. Carlos has no idea how TK charms everyone that comes into his orbit, he’s just happy he’s the lucky guy TK vowed forever with. 

“I think so too, Tía,” Carlos responds in Spanish, winking at her. 

They chat for a while longer before Tía Lucy says she’s tired. Carlos kisses her cheek and wishes her a goodnight. He wanders back out into the main room to find TK and his mom chatting in hushed voices on the couch. TK has his hand on Andrea’s arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her skin. She pulls him into a tight hug, then kisses his cheek and whispers something into his ear.

Carlos watches the scene unfold, feeling a little bad for interrupting. But before he can duck into the kitchen unnoticed, his mom catches sight of him. 

“Oh, Carlitos!” She pulls away from TK and wipes delicately at the skin beneath her eyes. 

“Hi, Mamá. Everything okay?” Carlos asks, coming nearer to them.

“We’re okay,” TK reassures. His eyes are a bit shiny too. He reaches out for Carlos’s hand and Carlos comes close enough to give it to him.

Neither of them offer up any hint of what their conversation was about, but Andrea stands up and gives Carlos a warm and tight hug. And even though he’s almost twice her size, he still folds easily into his mother’s arms. 

It’s not until they’re in the car, driving down the 35, the darkness of the night stretching all around them and Carlos’s hand extended over the console on TK’s thigh, does Carlos find the bravery to ask what that was about.

TK plays with Carlos’s fingers with both hands and says in a quiet voice, “She was talking to me about being a Ranger’s spouse…”

Carlos glances over at TK. It’s hard to get a read on him as they pass through swathes of light from oncoming headlights and the rare street light. 

“Oh?”

TK shakes his head, “You’ve been in law enforcement the entire time we’ve been together, baby, it’s not like her advice was anything I haven’t already worried about before.”

“What did she say?” Carlos asks, his anxiety spiking and suddenly wishing he’d saved this conversation for home so he could see TK better. 

TK’s fingers keep brushing over his knuckles. “She just wanted me to know you could be in danger sometimes, which again, isn’t really new. But she also wanted me to know if I ever need to talk to someone about what I’ll go through as your husband, I could talk to her.”

Carlos glances over again, softening a bit at his mom offering that to TK. “What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s nice.” Carlos can hear the smile in TK’s voice. “I love your mom, and I love that she would want to be there to help me support you.”

“Buuut…?”

“No but’s,” TK says, shaking his head. “She says we’re a strong couple, and sees how much we love each other. She thinks we can handle anything.”

“She’s not the only one,” Carlos smiles, squeezing TK’s thigh. 

“No,” TK smiles. “She’s not the only one. She told me the best thing I can do for you is love you, and remind you you’re never alone in life, and remind you to take care of yourself and put work away when you’re home.” 

Carlos turns his palm up and TK gives him his hand, lacing their fingers together. He takes it a step further by cradling Carlos’s arm and tilting sideways to lean against Carlos’s bicep. 

“You do a good job of making sure I’m taken care of, baby,” Carlos says softly as he takes their exit for home. 

“You’re worth it,” TK says simply, turning his face to kiss Carlos’s shoulder. 

“You know my family’s enamored with you, right?” Carlos smiles.

TK laughs and teases, “Are you jealous Tía Lucy dotes on me now more than you?”

“No,” Carlos says, his voice light. “I love seeing you with our family. It makes me happy.”

TK snuggles up against Carlos’s arm even more in the passenger seat and Carlos tells him he better not fall asleep when they’re five minutes from home. He feels TK’s smile against his arm, and fondness for his husband impossibly grows. 

TK sure does know how to steal a Reyes’s heart.

[elbiotipo]

esta es mi idea de worldbuilding: un reino místico conocido como Las Tierras de Plata

anon eso es literalmente la mitad de mis proyectos

Pero acá hay algo interesante. Según el libro América Mágica (que pueden encontrar en el puesto instalado en el hall del teatro), los españoles y otros europeos que venían a América estaban obsesionados justamente con encontrar reinos de plata, porque aparentemente habían conquistado dos ya, por que no tres, o cuatro, o cinco, capaz toda América estaba hecha de oro! Y ahí empiezan las leyendas de las Siete Ciudades de Oro, El Dorado, y más cercanos a nosotros las Sierras de Plata, el Rey Blanco, etc. etc. todo relacionado con la plata. El Río de La Plata se llama justamente así porque se pensaba que era la entrada a las Sierras de La Plata. Y técnicamente no estaban tan equivocados.

Lo que los españoles cegados por el oro y la conquista no se daban cuenta era que ya habían descubierto el "reino de la plata", era justamente el Tahuantinsuyo de los incas. Francisco de Orellana, cuando recorría el Amazonas, encontraba pueblos que le contaban que había un reino de castillos de piedra lleno de oro y plata, lo que los españoles no entendían es que la gente del Amazonas le estaba hablando justamente, de los incas, el imperio que recién habían conquistado.

Los pueblos nativos sabían muy bien que los españoles estaban obsesionados con las riquezas y que eran violentos (realmente es horrible leer las historias de los españoles que destruían pueblos enteros por simple capricho) entonces una táctica registrada que tenían, sobre todo en las zonas andinas, era esconder todas las riquezas, pretender que no tenían nada, y contarles a los españoles que había riquezas en otro lado para que se vayan lo más rápido posible. Es muy posible que muchas de las leyendas más locas de los reinos de oro, plata, etc. etc. salieron de ahí, y por supuesto de las propias alucinaciones de los europeos que posiblemente no podían creer la cantidad de oro y plata que sacaron de Mesoamérica y los Andes, y creían que existía hasta el infinito.

Pero de vuelta, esto está todo mejor explicado en el libro América Mágica de Magasich-Airola Jorge y Beer Jean-Marc (que pueden encontrar en el puesto instalado en el hall del teatro)

(y por "puesto instalado en el hall del teatro" me refiero a Anna's Archive)

[casualaruanienjoyer]

Hi Stella 💕

What do AOT characters do to de-stress after a hard day?

Helloo!! I hope you're having an AMAZING day! Thank you for sending me this!

What do AOT characters do to de-stress after a hard day?

Eren: He likes to sit and chat with his friends, maybe play some games together. He's having fun until others start winning instead, and then ends up sulking in the corner. This was supposed to be about HIM!

Mikasa: Jogging! What better way to get rid of your stress than by running away from it? She likes listening to music and taking scenic routes around town. Some people say she's still jogging to this very day.

Armin: Nothing beats chilling in bed and reading a book that he loves. Get all comfortable, pjs on, hot drink by his side, reading light on. This man knows where it's at!

Annie: She will, most likely, be cuddling up to Armin as he reads. Sometimes she enjoys doing crosswords together, read mystery books or scroll on her phone. It's quiet, but they both enjoy this shared silence.

Jean, Reiner, Onyankopon: What better way to unwind than to go to a bar with your friends. After a particularly stressful day, you can find Jean, Reiner, and Onyankopon drinking in town. It's all fun and games until Jean and Reiner start making out and Onyankopon becomes the third wheel. Every fucking time.

Pieck: Bath time! This woman will spend HOURS in the bathroom, reading or watching movies while taking a hot bath. She has many bath bombs, scented candles and the sorts. She completely ignores everyone who bangs the door.

Connie, Sasha, Gabi, Falco, Historia, Ymir: These guys have a D&D campaign going and they are DEDICATED. Falco somehow ended up being the dm and he's been so evil with his players. Connie is on death saves, Sasha is already on her second character, Historia and Ymir still have no idea how to play and Gabi's killing all his npcs. Everyone is screaming. Ah yes, truly a relaxing activity for them.

Levi and Hange: They enjoy having tea in the living room together. Hange's brought a bunch of foreign tea flavours and each time they meet like this they try a new one. They even made a score board to see which one will win by the end of it.

Zeke: This man comes home, strips down to his underwear and just watches TV, dad style. Maybe even drink a beer and eat some chips. Nothing beats this freedom.

Yelena: Sometimes when she isn't plotting the destruction of the world in her spare time, she will go out on dates. She's seen so many people that she lost count. It's not that she's looking for anything serious, but DAMN it feels nice to eat for free every day.

[grubgrubdookie]

Girls night out at a fancy smancy bar! Annie tried to come in her shredded, stained clothes and mikasa said "You're not about to embarrass me". They played a little dress up, and it got annie ready to get fucked up😛

I'm a hard believer in giving characters drinks that match their personality

Sasha=Bourbon (southern gurl)

Ymir=Beer

Historia=Dry martini (CLASSY)

Mikasa=Dry red wine 😋

Annie=Vodka shots (straight to the point)

[theragethatisdesire]

much ado about nothing chapter 1 - eren x reader - 18+!!!

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

i am so excited for you guys to finally meet the eren that has been haunting my dreams for the last few weeks lol.

specific cws for this chapter: drug use/mentions, alcohol use, a wee pinch of smut (fantasizing specifically), swearing, floch being the actual worst

“Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?” - As You Like It by William Shakespeare (Act III, Scene 5)

You take advantage of the short ride to your fourth-floor apartment to release your heavy tote bag from your shoulder, wincing as it crashes against the elevator floor. The little boom makes your head pound, and you rub your eyes hard enough to see stars, trying to suppress a frustrated groan. It’s week six of the semester, midterm week, and as an undergraduate professor, you’re feeling the pressure as much as your students.

You’re feeling the pressure twofold; you may have thirty-five midterm essays to grade, but you also have four to write for your Master’s program, absolutely none of which you’ve started. You’ve called Eldia University home for the last six years, and while the library is essentially a second apartment to you at this point, the four thirteen-hour days you’ve pulled there just this week are starting to take a toll on your sanity.

The front door of your apartment looks like an oasis in a desert, and your knees nearly buckle when you crack the door and the scent of home hits your nose.

“That you?” Historia’s voice reaches your ears, floating from living room.

“Yeah,” you call back, placing your keys on the little decorative key holder Historia bought junior year, slumping with relief when you abandon your tote by the door. You’re burnt out, but Historia has lived with you for almost four years now; being around her is as good as being alone. You scrounge around in the fridge for a well-earned beer, popping it open and rounding the corner to join her in the living room. To your surprise, she isn’t alone.

“Stor?” Your initial reaction is confusion, quickly elevating to alarm when the man sitting across from Historia turns his body to you, giving you a glimpse of several baggies full of pills. Your cute, hand-painted coffee table is currently covered in drugs.

Historia smiles sheepishly. “My professors fucking hate me. Just a little study aid.”

You nod slowly, the panic dissipating in your chest– so she hasn’t fully gone off the deep end. You’ve both used Adderall to get this far along in your academic careers, not liberally, but desperate times and all that.

Now that the source of the pills is sorted, you draw your attention to the unfamiliar man looking laughably huge in comparison to the little Urban Outfitters bean bag he’s perched on. He’s lifted his face to look at you now, eyes none-too-subtly flicking down to where your tits are being pushed together by your crossed arms. Scummy, you think, but oddly enough, you don’t mind. He’s hot, like where-do-they-even-make-guys-like-you hot, deep brown hair pulled into a messy bun and brooding, bloodshot eyes scanning you up and down. The side of his pouty mouth quirks up.

“Hi,” you state awkwardly, offering your name. You’ve partied, sure, but you’ve never been into the druggie scene, never gotten the hang of interacting with these guys that possess the nonchalant confidence that only drug dealers can tout.

“Eren.” The name fits him well, simple but unique. His voice is deeper than you expected, a low rumble. He shuffles through the pill baggies he’s brought with him. “Want anything? I have 40 and 60 milligram Adderalls and Vyvanse, some extended release…”

“I’m clocked out for the day,” you tip your beer bottle at him meaningfully. Eren’s smile grows at your little quip.

“Thought I’d ask while I’m here.”

“Thanks,” you say, unsure of what to do with yourself now. You settle for plopping down beside Historia on the couch, sipping your beer quietly as you watch the little transaction take place on your coffee table. You’re not involved, not after the obligatory introductions, but he’s piqued your interest. You listen as he walks Historia through what she’s purchased, how many, and how much it will cost.

When Historia leaves to grab her wallet, he turns his gaze towards you. “Grad school?”

You’re surprised; he’s so casual, borderline bored, with the way he carries himself that you hadn’t expected idle conversation from him. “Yeah, I teach a couple undergraduate classes, too.”

“That’s a lot,” Eren looks impressed, “you must be pretty smart, then.”

“Pretty broke, you mean. I get a huge discount on my tuition if I teach while I take classes,” you explain. Eren nods along, a curious glint in his green eyes. It strikes you that he’s not just hot, he’s actually pretty, in a grungy, bad-boy sort of way. Historia returns with a beer for herself and her money, snapping you out of your private realization and whatever strange tension has begun to build across the coffee table.

You find yourself admiring his large hands, taking note of the little sparrow tattoo nestled on the back of his hand behind his thumb, watching intently as he counts Historia’s cash. Your stomach twists in a way it hasn’t in a very long time as he bids you goodbye. Oh boy.

“I take this as a sign that we’re going out tonight?” Historia gestures to both of your beers. You’re a little shaken from the last five minutes, blinking slowly as your Shakespeare-saturated brain works through what she’s said.

“I mean, I wasn’t going to go out out, but I could definitely blow off some steam.”

“Thank god you said that,” Historia sighs dramatically, flopping back into her seat beside you and taking a long swig out of her bottle, “Ymir’s going home this weekend, and I’d look like such a sad sack if I went and sat at Scout’s by myself.”

You chuckle, thinking fondly of the grimey dive bar you’ve both developed an affinity for. “That would be pretty pathetic, but I’m happy to be of service. Scout’s it is.”

“Should we text Sasha?” Historia starts rattling on about what she wants to wear– something cute, but not too cute, but not trying not to look cute– and your tired mind drifts back to…Eren, oddly enough. You want to think into why he asked if you were in school, why he looked at you like you were a puzzle he couldn’t put together, but you were as realistic as you were imaginative. Sure, Eren didn’t exactly seem the type to make small talk, but you’d known him for all of five seconds. And maybe that wasn’t a look, maybe it was just…his face? You’re out of ideas, mulling it over when Historia snaps her fingers in front of your face.

“You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

You sigh, busted. “Nope. Not one word.”

“Are you seriously that braindead from the library? And here I was thinking you got home early today,” Historia shakes her head pityingly.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, and before you can stop yourself: “How do you know that Eren guy?”

“I was going to ask how you didn’t know Eren,” Historia says, eyes widening incredulously, “who was your dealer in college?”

You grimace. “Floch.”

“Figures,” Historia rolls her eyes with a visible shudder, “I still don’t know why you ever–”

“Stor, focus,” you reroute her before that unfortunate conversation can be rehashed, “Eren?”

“I think he sold Ymir and me some molly at a party sophomore year– no, wait, maybe junior?” Historia shrugs. “I don’t really know, actually. He’s just one of those guys everyone knows one way or the other.”

“Not me I guess,” you take a sip, trying your best to look nonchalant. Historia knows you too well, however, a wicked grin playing at her mouth.

“You think he’s cute, don’t you?”

“What? No, he’s like, a sketchy drug dealer. No way.” Your face grows warm, betraying you.

“Eren’s not sketchy,” Historia says decisively. She catches the disbelieving expression on your face. “He’s really not. He lives like, three blocks from us, and he hangs out with Armin and them.”

“Armin?” You picture the soft-spoken blonde man you’ve befriended from your graduate courses who always wears sweater vests and prefers tea to coffee. Armin’s damn near a genius, far too bright for your small program. “Like, Armin Armin?”

“They’re like, best friends,” Historia affirms, “see? Not sketch. Plus, he’s super fucking hot.”

“You’re literally a lesbian,” you deadpan, “how would you know?”

“I may fuck women, but I have eyes,” Historia smirks, “plus, he was totally checking you out. When was the last time you even got laid?”

Embarrassingly, you have to think on that one. It’s been at least since before the semester started, and you were so busy with those summer courses, not to mention that bartending job you’d taken for extra cash… “I…I honestly don’t know.”

“See?” Historia wiggles her feet under her bottom excitedly, sitting up on her knees. “I have his number–”

“I am literally twenty-four years old. Don’t you think we’re a little too mature to run around fucking our drug dealers?”

“On account of my lovely, beautiful girlfriend and aforementioned lesbianism, I am. You, on the other hand, are not,” Historia grins, pulls out her phone, “you sure you don’t even want his Snapchat?”

“My Snapchat career died when I drank my last Four Loko like, three years ago,” you scoff, shoving her phone away from you. “Don’t you have a not-cute outfit to put on, anyway?”

Historia narrows her eyes at you. “It’s not not cute, it’s trying not to be cute while simultaneously being cute!”

“What?”

“I actually confused myself a little with that one,” she admits, scratching her head, “but you’re right. The sooner we can get to the bar, the better.”

You both scramble through the pile of clean clothing on your floors, each of you too busy and overworked to bother putting it away, and before you know it, you’re in your happy place: chatting with Sasha and Historia, tucked snug against the sticky bar at Scout’s. You’ve all been coming here since the fake ID days; you still remember Historia’s twenty-first, when she had smacked her real driver’s license into the chest of the grumpy old barkeep, Levi, with a triumphant “Ha!”. He’d given you all a round of free shots, and then promptly thrown you out and banned you for a week as time-out. You’d all taken to calling him “Captain” because of the way he ran his bar tight like a navy ship.

“Oh, Captain Levi!” Sasha sing-songs down the bar at him, waving her empty beer bottle and blowing him a kiss. Levi’s unimpressed, dropping another Bud Light onto a coaster in front of her and walking away without a word. “He hates me.”

“He hates you,” you agree, nodding into– what is this, your third beer? Fourth? You’ve already resigned yourself to a lazy Saturday morning, deciding (after some prodding from Historia and Sasha) that your overworked brain deserves more than a two-hour break.

“I don’t get why,” Sasha pouts, digging her hand into the complimentary peanuts the Captain had flung at you upon arrival, “I always tip well.”

“You have to tip well because you annoy the shit out of him every time we come,” Historia corrects her, glancing towards the door.

You frown at her. “Who are you looking for? That’s like, the fourth time you’ve checked the door since we got here.”

Historia makes a show of faux-innocence, checking her phone and looking back at the door again. “No one.”

“Ymir’s out of town, and we’re both here, so that rules out the only suspects I can think of,” Sasha shrugs. You watch Historia closely, the way she checks her phone every few moments, the way her eyes haven’t landed anywhere but you or the door for the last ten minutes, remembering the way she had insisted you tug your shirt down to bare a little more cleavage a few minutes ago…your heart drops. 

“You. Fucking. Didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” Historia’s got a smile tucked under her teeth now, another glance toward the door.

“You didn’t!”

“Didn’t what?” Sasha whips back and forth between you two, panicked. “Didn’t what?”

“You did not invite him.”

“I didn’t invite him–”

“Who?” Sasha demands. You seethe, refusing to take your withering glare off of Historia.

“Her fucking dealer.”

“You have a dealer now, Stor?” Sasha’s eyes fly wide with worry.

“He’s not my dealer,” Historia rolls her eyes, “it’s Eren.”

“Eren Jaeger?” Sasha calms instantly, even looking bored. “Why does that matter? Is he bringing Armin?”

“He came over earlier, and he was totally checking her out–”

You interrupt Historia’s explanation, exasperated. “How does everyone know Eren?”

“I told you, he’s just one of those guys–”

“Everyone knows, I know,” you grumble, taking a long sip, “but even Sasha knows him, and I don’t? I mean, come on.”

“I only know him through Connie,” Sasha pets your arm, chastising, “and my old roommate was hooking up with him for awhile. He’s seriously packing.”

“I heard that!” Historia practically squeals, shaking Sasha’s arm. “Is it true?”

“Who cares?” You shoot daggers at both of them, well aware that you’re making a show out of your annoyance. A small part of your brain does care what’s lurking behind Eren’s zipper, but it’s not like you’re going to act on it. “Why did you invite him, Historia? We don’t even know the guy.”

“I told you,” Historia shows you her phone, proof on the screen, “I didn’t invite him. I just happened to mention we’d be here, and it turns out he’s coming anyway. See?”

> thanks for coming by such short notice earlier! is anyone having a kickback tonight? we’re stopping in at scouts but not sure ab later.

> Not that i know of but me and min will be there later i have a few guys picking up around 10 see u then.

The English major part of your brain instantly hates the way he texts; what kind of psycho doesn’t include a single punctuation mark in between three independent clauses excepting a period at the end?

“He texts like he’s illiterate,” you wrinkle your nose. Historia and Sasha groan.

“He’s a dude, he probably is illiterate, but who cares? I’m talking like eight inches–” Sasha’s cut off by Captain Levi reaching across the bar to slam her beer back onto its coaster from where she had moved it onto the hardwood, fixing her with a disgusted glare. “Oops.”

“Poor Captain,” you muse, watching as he dutifully polishes a set of clean tumbler glasses. “No wonder he hates you.”

“He hates everyone, if it makes you feel any better.” A familiar voice floats over your shoulder, and you smile, swiveling on your barstool to lock eyes with Armin. You hug him like you hadn’t just seen him this morning, the few drinks you’ve had pushing you to be a little over affectionate.

“How are you?”

“Thirsty,” Armin responds, smiling bashfully. Your excitement fizzles into nerves when you notice who’s behind him. Eren got his hands tucked into the pockets of a well-loved, olive-green hoodie (that makes his eyes pop, an unhelpful part of your brain notices), one corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Funny seeing you here,” Eren exchanges a conspiratorial glance with Historia, one that makes your entire face warm.

“Very funny,” you say dryly, shooting a nasty look in Historia’s direction, “work or pleasure?”

“Mostly the former,” Eren says, reaching over the bar to grab two beers from the ice well, “but might as well.”

Your jaw drops; you look back to the Captain, waiting for him to throw Eren out of his bar, but the Captain simply nods coolly at Eren, returning to his polishing.

“How did you just survive that?” You can’t help but gape at him. Eren hands one of the beers to Armin, shrugging.

“I keep half of his late-night staff awake and on-task. Call it a perk of the job.” You want to hate the ease with which he says it, but the lack of arrogance in his voice stops you. He’s not like other dealers you’ve met, always covered in tacky face tattoos and posting Instagram stories of, like, three hundred dollars, showing it off like it’s enough to buy more than a decent used TV with. In fact, you couldn’t picture Eren showing anything off; he’s self-assured, but not smug. Cool, but not out of touch.

“We’ve been coming here for years, and the Captain still hates us.” You’re loath to admit it, but you’re a little– but just a little– impressed. Eren raises an eyebrow at Sasha behind you, telling some story to Armin that evidently requires so much enthusiasm that she’s waving her hands wildly, nearly knocking her beer over. Armin catches the bottle as it happens, looking over his shoulder anxiously at Levi.

“I wonder why.”

“Sasha’s just…” you want to defend your friend, but she’s busy tipping her beer over for the second time, “easily excited.”

“And you’re not?” Eren asks quizzically, amusement clear on his face. In comparison to his unreadable resting expression, any form of emotion looks good crossing his features. A nervous fluttering erupts in your stomach, one you desperately try to quell.

“Hey! I’m fun, just…not as fun as Sasha.”

“I don’t think many people are,” Eren agrees, wincing as Sasha’s beer finally escapes Armin’s quick fingers, crashing over the bar. Levi rushes over to scold her, something that makes both of you laugh.

When you turn back to Eren, his eyes are looking over the top of your head in the direction of the door. A sandy-haired frat dude has entered, looking around and tapping his foot with an obviousness that rivals having walked in with a huge neon sign that read Looking for my plug. Annoyance flickers on Eren’s face for a moment, and he sighs.

“Gimme a sec,” he sets his beer beside yours, “I’ll be right back.”

You haven’t indulged in the conversation long enough to require the promise of a return, but as you watch him walk towards the door, steer the frat dude into a corner you know the cameras don’t catch, you catch a hint of excitement in yourself for him to come back. You pick anxiously at the label on your beer bottle, putting conscious effort into looking anywhere but the back of Eren’s head until an unpleasant, familiar scent envelops you. Your stomach roils.

“Hey you,” Floch slides into Eren’s formerly-occupied spot, smiling saccharinely sweet, “where have you been hiding?”

You can practically feel Historia and Sasha bristling behind you; Floch isn’t an ex, exactly, more like a prolonged series of lapses in judgment. You sigh, trying to look just interested in him enough not to be rude.

“You know me, I stay busy.”

“So busy you can make time for Scout’s without inviting me?”

You feel the grimace flicker momentarily across your face. “You’re here anyway, aren’t you?”

“Would have come earlier if I knew you were going to be here,” he gets closer, his tacky cologne clouding the air around you. You nearly groan; what had ever possessed you to hook up with this guy? Multiple times? The thorn he is in your side now is what you deserve for your stupidity.

“Can we just cut to the chase?” You surprise even yourself with how curt you sound. “I’m too busy for anything like…that at the moment.”

Floch pouts, contrived innocence on his freckled face. “Anything like what?”

You open your mouth to answer, but Eren’s pushing his way back into the spot he’d been standing, interrupting whatever weak-willed excuse you were preparing to offer Floch. Floch’s clearly flustered, moving aside to make room for Eren, eyes flickering between the both of you.

“Hey Jaeger, good to see you again, man,” Floch slaps a stiff hand on Eren’s shoulder. The look on Eren’s face can only be described as a mixture of bewilderment and thinly-veiled distaste; you have to hide your snicker behind your hand.

“Yeah, you too…?”

“Floch Forster,” Floch’s eyes dart off to the side, a light flush rising to his cheeks. “I think we actually met a while ago, at Onyo’s birthday thing? I’m a friend of hers.”

Eren’s eyes meet yours; you try to make the most subtle expression you can to alert Eren to the fact that you and Floch are most definitely not friends. Eren inclines his head ever so slightly to confirm that he’s picked up on your signal, turning to Floch and using the few inches he has on him to bully the other man further out of your space.

“Okay well, Floch, we were sort of in the middle of something, so if you don’t mind…”

You blink, startled at Eren’s bluntness, the sort of outright tone that’s only used by someone who can back up their shit. Floch’s taken aback, backing up by a foot or so, but he furrows his brow. He’s never been one to go down easy.

“In the middle of what, exactly? We can’t all be friends?”

Eren chuckles lightly, but the threat is there. “No.”

Floch’s features twist with anger. “What’s your problem, dude?”

“No problem,” Eren says coolly, “just in the middle of something.”

Floch looks to you to confirm, and you nod your head silently, angling your barstool towards Eren to make your point. “I’ll see you around, Floch.”

“Yeah,” Floch’s frown grows deeper, but he mercifully makes his way back to his table, “see ya.”

A beat of pregnant, awkward silence passes between you and Eren as Floch retreats, the unasked question weighing the air down between you.

“So, he’s not–”

“Please tell me that isn’t–”

You both speak at the same time, cutting yourselves off with a laugh. Eren brings his beer to his lips, grinning. “You first.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s not an ex.”

Eren raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Could have fooled me.”

“He’s just…a bad decision or two, that’s all.” That’s as gently as you can put it without bringing up the days when you were as fun as Sasha, maybe even more so, pounding as much tequila as you could get your hands on and going home with more than a few unsavory characters. You’ve left most of that life behind now, but Floch loves to rear his head at the worst moments and rarely backs down without a fight. “Thanks for getting him out of here, by the way.”

“You didn’t seem overly interested,” Eren finishes his beer, leans forward onto the bar and makes a little hand signal to Levi. You smirk.

“Only get the first round free?”

“Two more,” Eren ignores your teasing to speak to Levi, pointing between himself and your near-empty bottle. He pulls out a twenty, slides it to Levi, holds up his hand when Levi offers him change.

“Big spender too, huh?”

Eren rolls his eyes, something playful toying at the corner of his mouth. “Just because me and ‘Min drink for free, doesn’t mean you do. If I’m getting you a beer, I’m going to pay for it.”

“And tip triple what it’s worth?”

“Honestly,” Eren leans close to you and lowers his voice, something woody and intoxicating wafting off of him, “I think I pissed off your ex, and if he’s anything like the guy I think he is, he’s going to get trashed and try to fight the pinball machine in the corner. It’s the least I can do.”

His proximity goes to your head, makes your brain cloudy. He’s close enough that you can see his pulse thudding in his throat. You swallow hard, scramble for a response. “Aren’t you quite the philanthropist? And he’s not my ex.”

“Go tell him that,” Eren scoffs, “get the pinball fight on early.”

“Do you talk to every girl like this?”

“Like what?”

“Patronizing,” you say accusingly, letting a sip of cold beer wash over your tongue, hoping it will shock you out of your little trance. To your surprise, a divot appears between Eren’s thick brows and his bottom lip sticks out a bit in a pout.

“‘M not trying to be patronizing,” he leans on the bar, god, now he’s even closer, “sorry if it came off that way.”

“I was teasing,” you smile half-heartedly, leaning back in your barstool to get a few precious inches between you two.

“I just…really don’t like that kid. Gives me a bad vibe.”

“You’ve hit the nail on the head there,” you agree, chancing a glance back over your shoulder to the redheaded man at the hightop. Floch doesn’t notice you peeking, too caught up in making a group of underclassmen who are definitely underage giggle demurely at whatever he was saying. That was always something you hated about him; he was so showy, always having to establish himself as the center of attention in every room. He was just so unlike…Eren. You want to smack a palm to your forehead, knock the thought right out of your brain.

Something catches Eren’s attention, and you turn to look. Yet another antsy frat boy is hovering by the door, sweating bullets. Eren glances down at you apologetically, but you only smile back at him, understanding.

“Go ahead.”

“Two seconds,” Eren promises, pressing his beer into your hand as a guarantor of his return.

The next hour or so passes in mostly the same fashion; Eren alternates between standing beside you and making inconspicuous handshakes with a few more customers that come ambling into the bar. Some are anxiety-ridden like the first two, some appear to be friends, clapping Eren on the back and pulling a bright, genuine smile out of him that makes your stomach do backflips. You shoot the shit in the meantime, bickering over trivial topics like the best late-night pizza shops around and which streaming service is actually worth the money.

You don’t learn anything too substantial about Eren, but you do learn a few things. He seems to enjoy listening to you talk about literature, a welcome change from Historia and Sasha, psychology graduate students who tend to zone out whenever you let a term like “character development” slip. His eyes light up when you go into a detailed rant about how Hamlet isn’t overrated and anyone who thinks it is just doesn’t know how to properly analyze it, and he cackles when you inform him that Dante’s Inferno is essentially Bible-based fanfiction that has irreparably altered the Christian religion for the worse.

You learn that family is a sore spot, an innocent, obligatory question from you about life back home casting a shadow over Eren’s face. You immediately backtrack, of course, but pocket his reaction so you can avoid the topic later. You learn that he’s a cat person; he has a little black kitten at home named Gumi from his favorite anime. You learn that he’s deathly allergic to pistachios, but not any other nuts for some reason that his childhood doctors could never pinpoint. Most recently, you’ve learned that he hates tequila, basing this observation on his fake-retching reaction when Sasha orders a round of shots.

He raises his eyebrows, impressed, when you throw yours back without flinching. “So you’re a tequila girl, huh?”

“I’m blowing off steam,” you brush him off. You can hear your voice developing a slight slur to it, though, and behind you, Sasha and Historia are starting to sing some old, classic rock song you used to pregame with. You know your fun night out has started to reach its expiration date.

“Not driving, right?”

“God no,” you shake your head vigorously, “I live around the corner, remember?”

“That’s right,” Eren’s mouth quirks up in a way that makes you think he’s not thinking about the past, but of a potential future he could file that address away for. Warmth pools in your stomach, bubbling low and molten in your core; yeah, you need to get out of here.

“Speaking of…” you pull your purse around to set it in your lap, rifling through it for your credit card, “we should probably head that way soon. When I start taking shots and Sasha starts singing, it’s bedtime.”

Eren blushes; you have to hold back a giddy laugh at how cute it looks on him. “You don’t need that.”

“Don’t need what?’

“Your card.”

You roll your eyes at him. “I get that you have friends in high places here, but my name is permanently engraved on the Captain’s shit list, so I actually have to pay my tab.”

“I, uh, sorta took care of it while you were in the bathroom. Figured you’d be heading out soon.” Eren rubs a hand over the back of his neck. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he almost looks bashful.

You blink, processing his words. “Eren…you didn’t have to do that.”

“Wanted to,” he shrugs, turning to face the community of sticky bottles on Levi’s side of the bar, the pink on his cheeks deepening.

“I’m going home alone,” you clarify, just in case you’ve given him the wrong impression. Well, it might not necessarily be the wrong impression; you’ve been trying to keep the simmering under your skin contained all night, but you’re still not going to take him home…at least not the first day you’ve met him, you tell yourself.

“Yeah, I know,” he chuckles, “I didn’t pay because I thought it’d convince you to go home with me. Sometimes people are just nice.”

You’re a little stunned. Somehow you think you’d be less surprised if he had said he paid it with the expectation of you fucking him. “...right. Well, thank you, anyway. You really didn’t have to.”

“No problem,” Eren’s air of casual coolness has returned, he slings an arm around your shoulder when you slide off of your barstool to land on the floor beside him, squeezing your body tight to his in a little half-hug. “It was cool talking to you. Sure you don’t need an escort?”

He eyes Sasha and Historia behind you, giving their goodbyes to Armin via a peppering of kisses all over his now-red face. You shake your head up at him, feeling rather incapacitated with the weight of his muscly arm bearing down on your shoulders. “I think we’ll survive.”

“I’ll see you soon, then.” The promise glitters in his eyes as it leaves his lips, leaves your head in a whirl.

To your disappointment, he hugs Historia and Sasha goodbye, too, and you make your drunken way home, arms linked as you charge through the October chill. Your friends beg for details of your night, Historia gloating intermittently, but you aren’t even sure what to tell them. Nothing of importance had really happened, and yet, it felt like it had.

As you drift into what will hopefully be a long night of much-needed sleep, you try to make a mental list of all the things you need to do to set up your class’ next unit. You’re moving onto Shakespeare, but your hazy mind keeps inexplicably wandering back to green eyes, plush lips, long fingers wrapping around a sweaty bottle. You hadn’t actually been lying to Floch when you told him you were far too busy for anything remotely resembling male companionship for the time being, but something about Eren…he was stuck to your dwindling consciousness, the most irrelevant details of your conversation together playing on a loop in your head. Much ado about nothing, indeed.

[mewhenimanangel]

and they were roommates, mikasa ackerman

pairing: mikasa ackerman x fem!reader

synopsis: mikasa teases you while you’re hanging out with friends

content!: swearing, pda, fingering, nipple play, thigh riding, oral sex

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it was about one in the afternoon and you came out of your room to see mikasa sitting by the kitchen island. “hey my little sleepy head baby” she smiled, getting up to press a kiss on your lips. “mika, i have morning breath!” you groaned, pushing her face back.

“not really morning anymore” “you know what i mean” you rolled your eyes, heading to the bathroom. it’d been a full week since you and mikasa revealed your feelings for each other.

after you had sex, she took you on a date to the met, and then to a fancy bar where she asked you to be her girlfriend. then on the walk home you got ice cream and she bought you flowers from a nearby stand. when you got home that night, you were instantly all over each other struggling to open the door to her bedroom fast enough.

“i’m going to the grocery store to get some things for later, you wanna come?” mikasa called out to you, watering said flowers. “of course!” you called back, mouth stuffed with toothpaste.

your friends were coming over tonight to hang out, your place some reason became the designated hang out spot but you didn’t mind.

you went to your room to moisturize your skin and put on deodorant before you and mikasa left. you went to your local market to pick up what your apartment needed along with two packs of beer and snacks for the group.

on the way home, mikasa bought you a breakfast sandwich considering it was almost three and you hadn’t eaten anything.

you helped her unpack the groceries before you cuddled up in the couch together to watch tv. she laid on the couch while you laid on top of her, limbs sprawled across her torso. she drew little nothings across your back.

you looked up at her to see she was already looking back at you. you smiled and gave her a peck on her lips, you were about to move away but she brought your head back to hers catching your lips again.

“i could do that seriously forever” she said. “god me too” you whispered seductively, pressing your lips on hers again. your tongue slid into her mouth and danced around with hers as you got up to straddle her. you felt her hands squeeze at your ass before lowering and pushing your panties to the side.

your mouth dropped open when you felt her dip a finger into your hole. you reached for the bottom of her t shirt and pulled it up just over the top of her boobs, kneading your hands into her soft skin. you pulled and twisted at her nipple while you sucked on each other’s tongues. she curled her finger inside you before adding another making you moan out in pleasure.

you opened your eyes for a second catching the time on the clock. it was 7:47 which meant your friends would start showing up in no time. “fuck they’re gonna be here soon” you pulled away from the kiss.

“then let’s kill two birds with one stone” she smirked, gently pushing you to your feet. she got off the couch too and pulled her shirt all the way off, tossing it to the floor before doing the same to yours.

she caught your lips again and walked you to the bathroom.

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a few minutes passed before you got out of the shower now satisfied. you got your clothes from the living room before going to get dressed.

you got into a casual white dress and a pair of socks before you got your phone to order some pizza for your friends.

you and mikasa relaxed until you heard knocks on the door and you went to answer it. ymir and historia were the first ones to arrive. “hey love birds” ymir said to you two before closing the door behind her.

“thank god you got pizza, i was starving” historia said, going to grab a slice.

soon after them, connie, jean, sasha, eren, and your friend lory showed up all piling into your living room. the pizza boxes were open now and almost empty, there were beer bottles all over your coffee table, connie was in the middle of grinding up some weed he’d brought before sharing it with you all.

there was music playing in the background and you and mikasa were in the arm chair, you curled up in her lap while she smoked a joint occasionally passing it to you.

“i can’t believe you guys are dating now” sasha said, taking a picture of you two. “i saw it coming” ymir said from her spot on the ground. “what do you mean?” you asked her. “bitch anybody could’ve clocked that crush you had on her in high school” lory chimed in.

“you liked me for that long and didn’t say anything?” mikasa chuckled, taking another hit being sure to not blow any smoke in your face. “i don’t know why i didn’t actually” you shrugged.

“i got an idea, let’s play crazy eights” connie said, finding your deck of cards. “winner gets paid five bucks from all the losers” he added.

“bro, you just want money” eren said. “yes the fuck i do, y’all gone pay me for this weed one way or another” he pointed judgey fingers at you all.

“real bold that you think you’re gonna win” ymir said, feeling cocky. “real bold that you guys think any of you are winning” mikasa added.

you cleared the coffee table and you all sat around it. you didn’t feel like actually playing so you just sat in between mikasa’s legs and occasionally helped her out.

mikasa pressed a few kisses on your lips before resting her head on your shoulder “what card baby?” she whispered. “that one” you pointed to a yellow +4 card. she kept her head there leaving small kisses along the back of your shoulder.

“you guys are actually worse that ymir and hisu now” jean chuckled. “yeah yeah horse face, you’re just mad i stole your girl.” you giggled, making everyone laugh along with you.

mikasa was the eventual winner and she tapped out while everyone else tried for second best, establishing they would get paid three dollars from the other losers. “motherfucker i’m literally gonna beat your ass” lory groaned as jean gave her another plus two card.

you leaned back into mikasa’s chest laughing at the way your friends were freaking out. you felt her slide her hand up and down your thigh pushing the hem of your dress every time she went up. she got dangerously close to your crotch, not planning to tease you until she felt you tense up under her.

she lightly rubbed her index finger up and down your clothed slit, grazing over your clit. she stopped for a while and then started again after a few minutes and continued that routine to tease you.

sasha won next and every one shared out their money to her and mikasa. eventually they began leaving your apartment one by one until they were all gone. you cleaned up and put the leftover pizza away and put away any garbage.

you found yourself on mikasa’s lap on the couch, hands around her neck while your dress was hiked up on your waist while one of your tits hung out over the top of your dress.

your skin was littered with marks while she groped your breast mercilessly. your hips were grinding against nothing while you aches to be touched down there.

you shifted your lower body over her thigh and desperately ground your cunt over it. “my needy baby wants to be fucked?” she teased you. “mhm” you whined.

she pulled your panties to the side and you rode your soaked cunt over her thigh, the friction giving you a high. she flexed her thigh muscles and gently lifted them up and down underneath you.

her lips attacked your neck sucking so hard she leaved even more marks and pressing kisses in the valley of your boobs. you let out a breathy moan when you felt her tongue lick over your nipple and suck on it while squeezing at its twin.

you grew needier and sped up on her thigh “love watching you fuck yourself on me. you’re so cute when you’re needy” she whispered in your ear before biting it softly and bringing her lips back to yours.

she swallowed your moans as your tongues slid across each other. “mika i’m gonna cum~” you whined out. “go ahead baby” her dark eyes stared at yours while you felt the knot in your lower belly release.

your cum dribbled onto her leg and she made you go on your knees and lick it up. while you were on your knees you reached for her shorts and pulled them down, mikasa lifting her hips to help you out.

you brought your face close to her cunt and licked up it until you reached her clit, making her let out a gasp. you smiled before adding your sucking lips to her pussy, eating her out like you hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“fuck y/n, love your pretty mouth so much~” she moaned, tangling her hands in your hair burying your face deeper in her pussy.

you pushed your index and middle fingers inside her hole feeling her clench around them. you curled them just right, hitting her g spot every time making her cry out “fuck oh my god!” you worked your mouth and fingers over her when you felt her legs tremble around your head.

“i’m cumming baby~” she moaned, throwing her head back. you pulled your fingers out and flattened your tongue against her folds, lapping up every last drop of her before going to kiss her again.

“we should get cleaned up” you pulled away, smiling. she nod her head and smiled back, red in the face.

she kissed you again as you walked to the bathroom, cleaning up before going to sleep together in your bed.

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

What Songs in the Club Would Get AOT Character’s Turnt and How’d They’d Dance to it

cw: none?, alcohol consumption, swearing/sexual content (in the songs mentioned)

Eren: Like a G6 by Far East Movement; this man knows every lyric and starts popping champagne bottles, shotgunning beers and other stuff, he probably throws up before the end of the song “HOLY SHIT THEYRE PLAYING MY SONG” 

Mikasa: Grow a Pear by Kesha; she just loves the way this song objectifies men how they do to women, she’s giggling the whole time this is playing, foot tapping and head bopping 

Armin: I’m a Slave 4 U by Britney Spears; so he secretly knows the whole dance to this song but he never admits it to anyone, he doesn’t hesitate to toss his hands up and sing it word for word when it comes on, “ARMIN WE ARENT SLAVES!”, Eren doesn’t understand  

Erwin: GDFR by Flo Rida; he genuinely has no idea what they’re saying in the lyrics but he loves the beat drop and if he’s drunk enough you’ll catch him giving more than just a head bop to it 

Levi: Thrift Shop by Macklemore; he pretends he doesn’t know what they’re saying but he knows the lyrics word for word and whispers them under his breath, tries to pretend he’s not tapping his foot the whole time 

Hange: Cannibal by Kesha; I just love the idea she’s screaming the lyrics and head banging to a Kesha song and Levi and Erwin are VERY concerned 

Connie: DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love by Usher/Pitbull; shirts are off, Jean and Sasha are pouring drinks on Connie’s abs, he’s on the table, he’s breakdancing, he knows the rap word for word 

Sasha: Low by Flo Rida/T-Pain; she is screaming the lyrics, dropping it low and twerking on Connie (platonic guys please), she very likely will acquire a concussion based on how she’s dancing 

Jean: Fergalicious by Fergie; okay I won’t take arguments on this.. he knows THE ENTIRE SONG/RAP AND HAS A PRE-CHOREOGRAPHED DANCE FOR IT (Connie and Sasha make fun of him, Armin thinks it’s cute) 

Annie: Maneater by Nelly Fertado; she has a drink in one hand and she’s swaying her hips to it, maybe her other hand raised but she’s not getting too into it, tho this is her jam 

Reiner: SOS by Rihanna; so Reiner is a major Rihanna fan and he’s double fisting drink, hella drunk, when she comes on, “Bertholdt watch this!”, tries to dance and probably breaks his ankle 

Bertholdt: Dynamite by Taio Cruz; he just thinks it’s catchy and he sings the song word for word, but only head bops, maybe a little foot tap or hip sway 

Ymir/Historia: Poker Face by Lady Gaga; this is a mutual, theatrical performance by the two of them, especially if there’s a few drinks. We got Historia throwing it back on Ymir, we have Ymir screaming the lyrics, you name it