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lewiathans · 6 months
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Leyendecker Captain & Commander
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I can not believe after this year, new Attack on Titan watchers will be able to watch the entire series all at once.
Back in my day, we had years long hiatuses, a studio change and The final season 3.8 part 1 part 3 365 1/2 days Dream Drop Distance….part 4.
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purrsuit1 · 8 months
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Erwin in the rain!! Ksenka_ksks challenge on Ig and twt )) not my favorite drawing but the water on his chin is cool 🌧️
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Here’s the original from the manga 🤍
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mikasadirtyscarf · 1 year
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Way too fine to die
Spoiler!
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mxiaogod · 1 year
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— 13. [TERCEIRA] MIKASA ACKERMAN AU X FEM! AFAB READER
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Warnings : OLDER MIKASA! Infidelity, lap dance, masturbation, gun play, drinking, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)
A/N: I'd fist fight that bitch eren for this mf.
— Your phone rings for the third time, buzzing on your pillow beside your head as you watch your husband get ready for work, you catch a glimpse of the caller ID, Mikasa, sending a pleasurable zap down the length of your spine. Your husband was an influential person, and bodyguards were not new to you, you had gone through a lot of them before your husband deemed you were relevant enough to assign you one of the Ackermans, the finest in their league.
"Who's calling you? " He inquires, and you respond, "Book club, I was scheduled to go today but I'm feeling under the weather," with a sickeningly sweet grin. You weren’t supposed to be in contact with her, you both signed an NCA, your husband was the only one who got to make calls.
You answer the phone on the third ring, "It's your day off today," you say low, your voice tinged with feigned displeasure. You turn your back on your spouse, facing the other side of the room, enough to allow you privacy for your conversation. "I'm aware," she responded.
“Why do you keep calling?” You hushed, “Hm, why do you keep answering?” She retorted with a low laugh and you blanked.
“Come on, are you really going to put me off again? You get like this every time.” She said, her voice strained and annoyed. “We both know you’re going to cave in for me, every fucking time.” She adds.
“Stop-” Before you could process a response, she spoke again. “Your husband is in the room with you, isn’t he?”
"Yes." You kept your response brief. "I'm guessing you told him it was book club? " She chuckled at your revelation, before you heard shuffling around, and she said, "I'll do the talking then? I feel like reminiscing today, shall we? " You didn't get the chance to disagree because she continued speaking.
"Do you realize how much I miss you? " She stops and takes a deep breath. "I'll never forget the third day of working for you, baby." You sat up on the bed, phone buried between your ears and shoulders.
You hum as a response as you pick the scab on your nails. “It happened so fast, don't you remember? You snuck off on me, went to a club and I found you, I always will.”
“After I found you, you looked so- carefree, so I sat down with you and played three rounds of black jack with you, I kept winning and in exchange you gave me a lap dance.” You hear ice clink against a glass, she’s drinking, you figured. “The most unforgettable and expensive lap dance of my life.” You remembered, vividly even, she was going to take it easy on you and make you win, but after you had tipsily offered her a lap dance as a joke, she made it her life goal to win against you.
"Do you want a lap dance from me? " You mumbled tipsily, giggling like a schoolgirl. Mikasa glanced at you, resting on the velvet sofa of the vip area, you thanked your husband for the ridiculous panty dropper uniforms your body guards wore, tailored suits and ties, her combat boots seeming mismatched against the red carpeted flooring of the club, inked skin protruding out of her unbuttoned dress shirt and rolled up sleeves.
"Sure" she played off, pretending she was cool but on the inside, she never realized winning black jack by card counting could feel so rewarding.
You placed your pointer finger on the side of your lips, thinking. “Oh! But it’s going to cost you.” you exclaimed, and she scoffed, a smirk painting her lips.
“I don’t know sweet girl, seems a little unfair to me, considering you owe me 500 dollars after losing.”
“But I’ll take your offer.” She said, lithe fingers loosening her tie, her short dark hair messily framing her face after losing her mind searching for you. Pouty lips so kissable as she wets them with her tongue, silver glinting against the mundane lights.
The already sensual music helped you figure the flow of your body, a satin dress a tad bit short for your milky thighs tested Mikasa’s self control. She was a very patient woman, but you, you were her doom, her divinity.
You grinded on her lap, kissed her neck even and pulled away taking a lungful of oxygen away from her. You swayed your body along to the music that made Mikasa snap. You were so beautiful, the epitome of her downfall.
She lost three grand that night, all because you were so demanding, but she was willing to give you any money you wanted for your dance to last as long as she wanted before giving in to her desires.
You were bare, laying on the cold glass center table in no time, pierced tongue flicking against your clit, the cold ball enhancing the pleasure of her pointed tongue bringing tears to your eyes. Dulcet moans bouncing against the velvet walls, your warm palm clutching a bundle of her hair, the pull making her hiss. 
She stands up, running her gaze from your face, before dropping her head down and sucking your nipples until they’re so swollen and drenched with her saliva, your lip is caught between your teeth, red and inviting.
She untucks the gun from her waistband, before placing the cold barrel on the under of your jaw and your eyes immediately widen.
“No fingers for you yeah? Only my gun, this is for running away from me, bad girls don’t deserve my fingers.” The cold barrel dragging along the center of your body, to your sternum down to your navel, before making contact with your swollen clit. 
Drenched in your own fluid, the contrast of the cold barrel and the searing pleasure on your clit made you gasp, and pull away, but Mikasa’s free arm was wrapped around the plush of your thigh, preventing you from running away.
“Shh” She cooes, as she lubricates the muzzle with your wetness, dripping down and webbing on your skin, onto the glass table.
“Gonna fuck this pussy until s’ the shape of my gun.”
She retells the entire ordeal exactly how it went down, from the scent you were wearing, down to  the brand of your clothing and heels.
You'd already transferred to the guest room, swiftly sliding your chemise up your breast and shoving your hand down your lace underwear, fingers feverishly pressing on your clit, but it was pointless; Mikasa was the only one who could do it, not even your husband.
It was as if she had branded you, as if she owned you. You were untouchable while under Mikasa Ackerman's care, and that made you feel privileged and treasured.
Your tiny gasps engulfs Mikasa’s ears as she takes a long drag of her cigarette, “Aw baby, are you touching yourself? Let me hear it.” She urges, and you let your moans escape freely, it’s like she can feel your hot pants of breaths ghosting the shell of her ears.
“Come on love, you can do it, yeah? Make yourself come for me.” And you circle your clit even faster, one finger entering the warmth of your pussy. Mikasa swore she could get to you in three minutes tops despite being far away from you, the squelches of your pussy resounding against the speaker of her phone was like a piece of meat on a stick, taunting her.
“Du klingst so schön.” She mutters, voice raspy and low, it sends pleasure straight down your clit making you bite down on the lace hem of your chemise, back arching as you cum, making your brain fuzzy and warm, toes digging on the linen of the bed.
“Good girl, there we go.”
“The thought of your body makes my brain blank, meine Liebe. No thoughts, only desire and the pain of waiting.”
You gasp, chest caving in and out you can almost feel it collapsing from the euphoria. You loved the thrill of the rush with Mikasa, it makes you feel at liberty, so unfettered.
“I’ll see you again, on Wednesday, until then, use one of your bitch girls to pleasure you or something." You pant out, voice barely above whisper despite your moans earlier, your cheeks painted crimson by the act you had just committed. 
"Or something" she breaths.
"'None of them are you, so none of them matters." She whispers under her breath, your heart thudding, you hold a hand out to it, as if it's going to stop it from beating too fast and loud until Mikasa could hear it.
You digress.
“And stop calling me, we’re going to get caught, if you do, I’ll block you, and change numbers.” you follow up. “Are you threatening me?” She asks, humor intertwining with her raspy voice. 
“That isn’t a threat, it’s a promise, Ackerman.” You reply, fighting back a smile on your face, you knew you were too boneless to do that to her.
“Don’t bother blocking my number princess.”
She pauses for a minute, silence deafening, replacing the sound of her voice with ringing against your ear.
“We both know you’ll always answer on the third ring.” Terceira.
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hangeslefteye · 1 year
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We'll fight until hot wind takes our wings away
-Bauklötze(Season1)
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Our time is running out we are getting older second by second
-UNDER THE TREE(Season 4 part 3)
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reinersbuttt · 7 months
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i just love this so much<3 dad’s vibes!!!
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hearts4jean · 5 months
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‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹ ♡
- jean - music + train/bus - modern au -
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I am a firm believer that Jean would absolutely adore bands like The Smiths and The Cure, listens to both religiously.
Okay, so how i imagine this would go down is that you two are sitting on the bus/train together and you suggest to him “oh lets listen to music, we have a long bus/train ride ahead of us”. You ask if you can listen to his music with him. He would be too shy to turn you down, scared that you would not really enjoy his music taste, especially as he has no idea what kind of music you listen to so he has no scale to indicate on what you may like.
You havent gotten to know each others tastes for some odd reason. The subject just has never come up, despite the fact that you are both very passionate about listening to music. Jean would be the type of person who cannot function without music. Would be the type of person to study while listening to music and gets distracted a lot, but then again it’s hard for him to just sit there and study in silence.
You can tell hes hesitant and you try to reassure him by saying that he doesn't have to say yes if he doesnt feel comfortable showing you his taste but he insists, handing you one of the earbuds. (he would have headphones but would also have wired earbuds on hand cuz hes a hopeless romantic and has been waiting for a moment like this). Anyway, things are going pretty smoothly for the first few songs, you’re both just listening in silence. but then [any smiths song] comes up and you obviously recognise it, surprised at it since its completely different to the last few songs that were playing (hed have a very mixed music taste mixd of many genres)
You are so tempted to tease him about it, but you dont wanna embarass him;
You just give him a small smile while the song plays. Your silence made him excessively anxious as you didnt say something for the whole time the song was playing until after it finished. You notice theres a long silence after said song was finished, instead of the next song playing. Side note: it is a playlist he definitely would have created for bus rides like this, having a very delusional moment at the time of making it and added the smiths; he never considered he would actually be listening to this playlist with someone else.
The reason he paused was because he wanted to get a quick look at your expression, yknow that thing you do when you look at someone and theyre stariny back at you? YEAH, that happened. the way he would look away so quickly. You still speak up and say something like "you listen to the smiths?" "yeah, were you expecting anything different?" you laugh and turn your head away which makes him nervous and question what you meant.
This act was deliberate because its funny to you seeing him all shy. You tell him that he has really good taste; you two end up discussing your music tastes for the rest of the bus ride.
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serexvu · 3 months
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Mikasa manga icons please
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thank you for your request <3
mikasa ackerman from attack on titan
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the-traveling-poet · 6 months
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Smile
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When confronted with the vast expanses of the sea for the first time, the 104th and their captains get to see just how large the world around them outside the walls truly is.
For most, this is a thrilling discovery. But for some, it’s daunting, and they need a little support grasping it all. And for Eren, that support comes from you.
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Pairings: Eren x reader
Warnings: angst-to-fluff, S3, Eren and reader are the same age.
SFW, Angst-to-fluff, xReader
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A/N: Just a short Eren fluff drabble before he heads off to Marley :/
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"Gah! It's SALTY?!"
"Jean! Don't drink it! I tried it already, it tastes like ass!"
You giggled to yourself listening to Jean and Connie awkwardly splashing around in the surf.
Ahh, the ocean. Something you had heard so much and yet so little about, now laid before your very eyes. The salty breeze brushed through your hair gently, making you smile as you basked in the warmth of the sun.
Was this what freedom felt like?
You watched as your companions all spread out on what Armin had informed you all was called the “beach”, exploring all the new sights and wonders of this strange terrain. Even Mikasa had taken her boots off and was ankle deep in the water, looking over Armin'a shoulder at a beautiful blue shell he was holding.
Hange had found some small, strange creature they were now poking at with a stick, while Captain Levi scolded them for not being more careful of the strange thing from a safe distance near his tethered horse.
Sasha jumped onto the backs of the still struggling Jean and Connie, knocking all three of them down into the surf. When they emerged, they all rubbed at their eyes complaining of the burning the salt in their eyes was now causing.
If only Commander Erwin were here to see this...
You sighed at the thought, then suddenly perked up, realizing there was one person in their group missing from these explorations.
Where's Eren?
Scanning your immediate surroundings with squinted eyes against the sun's glare off the water, you were quick to spot him.
Eren was knee deep in the water, a scarred hand shielding his eyes from the blistering sun as he stared intently at the far away horizon. You were quick to remove your boots and socks and run out to join him after rolling up your pants to your shins.
Only, you hadn't realized how difficult it would be to run against the crashing waves pressing against you.
You started to stumble and let out a noise of panic, but just before you fell face first into the water, two strong arms caught you and hoisted you up.
"Careful, Y/N."
You quickly looked up, only to meet Eren's green eyes staring intently right back at you.
Only, they seemed so…blank? Emotionless?
"Eren! Thanks!" You breathed a sigh of relief. You took a moment to curiously examine his expression. He looked lost, devoid of any emotion. Almost as if he wasn't even there with them on the shores, but rather far away in a dark corner of his mind…
You knew him well enough to tell. After surviving so many perils with him, spending sleepless nights by his side, training with him for years until they became the best versions of themselves they could be for the Corps....You’d been there for it all. You’d learned long ago how to read him. And how to help him through times like these where he retreated into his mind.
"What's wrong?" You muttered softly, only for him to hear.
Eren didn't respond for a moment, but he seemed to snap out of whatever daze he had been previously in. He removed his arms from around your waist and turned to face the distant horizon once more, and it was only then that you realized he had never removed his arms from around your waist after catching you minuets before. A light blush coated your face at the revelation.
And if he had stayed turned towards you for a second longer, you would have seen the matching pink dusted across Eren's face. Alas, he hid before you could.
"Nothing. It's just...a lot to take in. We finally made it, the ocean is real," he spoke just above a whisper, but you heard him over the crashing waves.
"Yeah....Armin was right, all of those years ago." You chuckled lightly, and Eren couldn't help but crack a small smile of his own.
"I suppose so, yeah..." Eren started to drift off once more, his face returning to that monotone expression he wore when you had first reached him. All was silent for many moments, only the distant sounds of the others fooling around far behind them and the waves overlapping and splashing against the shore echoed against the hills they had come through to get here. Gulls circled and soared overhead, crying out as they searched for food or a safe place to land.
Finally, Eren broke the silence.
"So this...This is freedom? We've saved Paradis, yet our enemy lives safely across the sea, far away from us?"
You were taken aback by his suddenly cold tone, but once you took a second to process his words, you understood his meaning.
"I suppose so...It sounds rather like a restricted freedom, don't you think?" You asked.
Eren nodded, his gaze firmly fixed on the horizon. Suddenly, you understood his somber mood. Everything they'd learned, everything they'd seen, everything they'd experienced and had been forced to live through, only to learn they weren't the only ones in this world. Yet they were the ones who had suffered for over a hundred years....
You sighed and lowered your gaze to stare at your bare feet through the clear water lapping around your knees. Looking back up, you decided your next move and walked closer to Eren to gently take his hand. He snapped his gaze first to their now intertwined hands, then up to your face. His expression broke away from that sullen, depressed look once again as he met your eye curiously.
"Right here, right now...This is what we've been fighting for. For now, let's focus on our victory. Our achievements. Our newfound freedom, even if it's limited…For now at least." You squeezed his hand. "We've made it this far, let's enjoy today, yeah?"
Eren was at a loss for words, but nodded his head in understanding.
"A frown doesn't suit you, Jaeger." You teased Eren to lighten the mood. He in turn playfully scoffed and reached the hand that wasn't now firmly holding yours up to ruffle your hair lightly.
"Y/N L/N, always the optimist," he cracked a small smile.
"There it is! A smile! C'mon titan boy, give me a REAL smile," You giggled as you couldn't help but tease him further.
Finally, he smiled. A true, genuine smile you loved more than any other. Your favorite smile.
And little did you know, the smile on your face just so happened to be his favorite smile, as well. In his mind, all he had done up until now was worth it, just to see you smiling so carefree in this newfound freedom.
Our, newfound freedom.
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misslili265 · 9 months
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I can't express how much I loooove Kimetsu no Yaiba, man, this last episode made me cry a river oh...how much Tanjiro was well represented being so virtuous and so human, in his weakness, as our lovely Muichirou and Mitsuri and her iner dialogues so loyal to the manga... oh my...how exquisite, all the content. The quality and everything else. A huuuuge thank to all the ones who work on this project. You all hit millions of hearts of the fans who really love Kimetsu.
How responsable and amazing the UFOTABLE studio is acting with the fans... and I want say that to me, Kimetsu no Yaiba is the best masterpiece that was ever made, I'm proud to be a huuuge fan of it 💕
It's just beautiful in all senses...
Just can't wait for the next arc !!!!
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lewiathans · 11 months
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BONEEE?!
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getoslittlemonkey · 2 years
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HIROSHI KAMIYA APPRECIATION POST
i don't have words for him.
icon, he's an icon.
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there are loads of characters i could put in honorary mentions but this one beats them all sorry -
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See? Iconic.
(levi sharing the same voice as a fucking squirrel has me wheezing)
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he's 47.
yeah.
f o r t y s e v e n.
wha-
HOW??????
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ambassadorarlert · 8 months
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I can’t handle this
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aybken · 28 days
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marsconer · 5 months
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aot characters as unreal unearth songs
part two
butchered tongue — reiner braun
anything but — armin arlert
abstract ( psychopomp ) — bertholt hoover
unknown / nth — jean kirschtein
first light — erwin smith
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