It was late, the street lights echoed the empty road quietly. A convenience store bright and colorful cutting through the dark night sight with two benches in front of it. On one of the benches a girl sat. Her pale blonde hair tied up into a messily lived through mid-bun.
You, standing behind the cashier as the cool ac breeze grazed your skin. You glance at the clock. 2:30. Your shift was over, the new employee was in the storage room getting dressed.
You turn away from the cashier, grabbing your leather jacket with fur on its hems as you effortlessly slipped into it. The warmness registering in your skin immediately. Upon grabbing your bag and walking out of the store, the little sound effect fading behind you. You freeze spotting the figure on the bench.
You couldnât help but feel a small smile creep onto your face. âAnnie? You were waiting for me?â
âmm.â A lazy sound from her, nodding once. âItâs dangerous walking home alone this late.â Was she trying to be romantic? It was hard for you to tell, regardless you nodded in return.
âOfcourse!â Your voice slowly trailed off when you noticed a new bruise on her collar bone. âAnnie-â She quickly cut you off before you could even start. Almost like she could read your mind. âIâm okay. Donât worry about it.â You couldnât help but pausing in disbelief for a second too long.
âI didnât even say anything.â You uttered, coming out more caring than intended.
âYou were going to.â Annie flatly observed.
You notice her bloodied knuckles not as bad as yesterday after you told her to wrap her knuckles thicker. A light hearted chuckle left your lips before you could stop yourself. Annie deliberately pulled down her hoodie sleeves to cover her knuckles as soon as she noticed you staring, as if hiding them now would somehow make them disappear.
âI saw themâ You say with a smile, tilting your head down slightly to peek at her face.
âsaw what?â Annie muttered, her voice softer than usual. You noticed a soft tinge of pink creeping on her face.
âyou know what I saw, nini.â You slipped in the nickname, Annie turned to face you immediately, wincing subtly but doesnât correct you whatsoever.
âI just focused on footwork and kicks, donât overthink it.â Her voice cracked at the end, it was barely there. But you being the observant person that you were did notice.
âreally.. nini?â You continued, using the nickname to push her a bit more.
âdonât say it like that..â Annie lowered her gaze towards the pavement but you knew her well enough to know she was hiding her flustered face.
When you opened your mouth to speak again, before you could utter another word Annie stood up and took your hand abruptly. You just helplessly followed her with a smile, the view of her messily tied pale blonde contrasting the dark moody night. âits time to get home..â you could hear the small grumble from infront. You let out a huff through your nose in endearment, her hand squeezed yours tighter. Just for a short moment. The moment gets cut short after you reached your shared apartment building.
Annie fumbled slightly into her pockets but she nonchalantly opened the door towards the inside. You followed, the apartment was nice. It was simple, polaroids you and Annie took of each other stuck on the fridge. Her polaroids of you were almost all when you were doing something. Or just your belongings she associated with you. Your polaroids of her on the other hand was mostly her after a date or after her practice. Looking at the fridge now, it felt as though every photograph was quietly saying the same thing.
Home.
feeling your boyfriends soft breath on your neck in the late evening after an afternoon nap, you tilt your head down until you see his peaceful face. scooting down until your face to face with him, you bring your hand up to trace along his face, brushing past his thick, slightly bushy brows, his long lashes and his parted lips.
feeling his face twitch under your touch, you pull away slightly before he pulls you closer and nuzzles his nose against your cheek. âhow long have you been up, baby?â eren mumbles against your jaw ânot long.. just a few minutes before youâ you feel your cheeks heat up as he looks at you through his wispy lashes.
looking at him closely, you notice a trail of drool going down the side of his face. âyouâre so cute renâ you huff out a breath of amusement as you bring your hand up to wipe his face, starting from the corner of his lip. looking at his flushed expressions as he stares at the damp spot on the collar of your shirt.
watching his face, eyes tired and blinking awake, lips slightly pouted, eyebrows furrowed and an occasional yawn. "eren you're so cute..!!!!" dragging out the last word as you pounce onto him, his back against the headboard and your hand pawing at his thigh to balance yourself as you get closer.
"what's up with you?" he asks startled as he brings an arm around your waist to stabilize you. "mm.. can't even compliment my boyfriend nowadays" you sigh out as you get situated on his lap and start poking and prodding at his face, squishing his cheeks together as his lips pucker up.
putting your hands on either side of his face, you take your thumbs and tug down his lower lip, exposing his teeth. "eren, can I touch your teeth?" you mumble as you move one of your thumbs to tug on his upper lip, exposing his canine. "what's so special about them?" he questions while he moves one of his hands to your forearm, holding it with little to no strength, just resting his hands there.
"nothing much, but your canines are sharper than others.." you hum as you push your thumbs deeper into his mouth, rubbing against his back molars now. "are yours sharp?" he asks, trying to sound as coherent as he can with fingers in his mouth. "mine? not really.. just like i said, yours are just sharper than most".
pushing his lip up the deeper into his mouth you go, you spot his tongue trying to lick your finger. "stop ren.." you giggle out as you take one of your thumbs and push his tongue back down onto his mouth. "why? you're the one violating me in the first place" he lets out a huff of amusement as he closes his mouth on you, trapping your thumbs as you yelp out in surprise.
wrapping his lips around the empty space around your thumb, you feel his saliva dampening your fingers. "are you having fun there?" you deadpan as his tongue glides along your fingers "mhmm" you feel the vibration of his words under your fingers while he nods repeatedly.
pulling your fingers out and seeing a string of spit still connecting your thumbs and his mouth together. pushing your spit-wet fingers onto his lips, smearing the liquid against his lips as he watches you with hooded eyes, tugging you closer with his arms until you're chest to chest.
"did you have fun in my mouth?" he speaks in a low tone, looking at you as you tuck your head into his neck, looking at him only slightly tilted head. "hm! guess you could say so" you mutter as you slowly start to realize what you just did, meaning, shoving your fingers into your boyfriends mouth and having him suck on your fingers as you rub on his teeth, that is.
"you know what, im gonna go to the bathroom"
"what? you were literally in my mouth not even thirty seconds ago??"
"and what does that have to do with my toilet break?"
"so, let me get this straight. you wake me up and see me drooling and that ignites the urge to shove your fingers in my mouth and wipe the spit that you literally just wiped off back onto my mouth. is this correct?"
"well when you say it like that.." huffing as you roll your eyes
"like the truth you mean?" he cocks an eyebrow up
"and besides this is new to me, mind you. i didn't even know you were into that freaky shit" complaining as he lets go of you and throws his hands up in the air
"what freaky shit? is it wrong to be curious?"
"so curiosity leads you to finger someones mouth?"
"so actually there was a demon in my head whispering the thoughts to me"
"oh right yea totally sorry for assuming"
"as you should be.."
"now, if you excuse me i have bathroom matters to attend to" you remind him as you push yourself off of him and get off the bed, eren staring at you, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "wait," he calls out and grabs your hand, making you turn back.
The night is louder than it shouldâve been, the stars speak more than they need to. Your house close to the streets filled with dead confetti on the floor waiting to be swept up after the celebration that the âhonorary marleyansâ came home. You never care much for the warriors whatsoever but every time they come back or get a free break period you often catch yourself being.. watched more or less.
Even so that tonight didnât feel much different. You just turned 20, you have to focus on inheriting your familyâs bakery speaking of which, you forgot to check up on your sourdough ! when will a better time come to check your sourdough.
As you descend from the stairs, into your kitchen you get a whiff of doughs and wheat scents slapped into your face, the way the floors feel slightly more powdered under your feet in this room didnât go unnoticed. Only then do you look down and see.. footsteps? They werenât yours, the footsteps were too small to be yours, before you could form a coherent thought a pair of hands strongly grab you from behind around your waist till youâre flushed against a slightly smaller figure, a small voice comes from behind.
âIâve been waiting for a bit, you know that too, right? But you still didnât stop me..â a gentle soft spoken yet so sinfully seductive from your shoulder, now a head resting on it.
The long, black, slightly tangled hair draped along your shoulder. The warmth radiated from the head slowly adjusting herself to make eye contact with you. Her eyes were mysterious as obsidian. Her eyes were as unreadable as ever.
"You finally checked the starter," she murmured.
A chill ran through you. You had never told her about the sourdough not even your neighbors have asked or known about it. The woman's gaze drifted toward the bowl resting on the counter that you placed exactly three days ago.
"Three days old, isn't it?" she asked. You froze, hesitantly flicking your gaze towards her before she continues to speak.
"You always leave it near the window when you're busy."
The silence that followed felt heavier than any accusation.
You didnât know how to respond, you didnât know what to make of it.
"How do you know that?" you asked, your voice shook slightly.
The corner of her mouth twitched upward. "I know a lot of things."
She finally released her hold and wandered further into the kitchen as if she belonged there. Her fingers brushed over a sack of flour.
Your eyes could only helplessly follow her figure.
"You never came to the celebrations," she said. "Not once."
It wasn't a question. She did know a lot of things.
"And yet," she continued, sparing a glance back at you "you always watch from the bakery window."
Pieck held back a light hearted chuckle. âits hard to miss.â She muttered, almost teasingly.
Your breath hitched. She noticed? She wasnât supposed to.. âcelebrations are intimidating.â You managed to utter.
Pieck slowly nodded, once. âreally?â
A pause
âyou seem more nervous with me than you do crowds.â Pieck observed, her voice steady but yet it manages to sound flirtatious.
headcanons on how the attack on titan women eat pussy âą mdni, fingering, oral sex, spitting, squirting, mentions of pee, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slaps, facefucking Ë.âŚ
MIKASA ACKERMAN
She's so calm about it, she approaches your pussy with soft kisses and vibrations low on her throat, knowing exactly how to tease you
She listens to you, the sounds you make, the little whines and how your breath changes depending on where she touches you
It takes her a good ten minutes before she actually eats you out, before that she's kissing your thighs, marking them good and making you as wet as possible for her.
Then she laughs when her fingers slip easily.
When she gets serious, she can be rough, scissoring hard and fast with one hand and abusing your clit with her tongue, not caring about you trying to squirm away because her free hand is enough to keep you in place.
She also loves overstimulating you, going orgasm after orgasm, barely letting you breath. She's obsessed with how boneless and easy to handle you become after the third orgasm, letting her do whatever she wants to you.
She might give you a few pussy slaps after cumming as a reward or as way of keeping you awake.
HANGE ZOE
She loves to experiment with your pussy (duh)
The first time you slept together she denied your orgasm five times just to take notes and the second time she made you cum five time for the same reason.
She loves playing with your clit, using it as a fidget toy, pinching it and twisting it between her fingers.
When it comes to eat, she loves to fuck you with her tongue. She has an awkwardly long tongue that lets her thrust into you very nicely, letting her feel the warmth inside of you
At the same time, her fingers never leave your clit, she likes to try different things with it. There was one time she tried to flick it with her fingers and you had to stop because it fucking hurt.
That's the problem with her, sometimes she doesn't know the things she does can hurt. But when it comes to you, she tries to make sure you're always safe and taken care of.
She loves you messy and even dirty. She insists on eating you out every time you're sweaty or when you confess her that you haven't showered in two days.
SASHA BRAUS
She loves a good full bush, loves to twirl your hairs in her fingers and have to push them aside to find your clit. She loves the tickling in her nose and the scent of your arousal clinging to them.
But when she finds you clit? She's gone. The moment her tongue tastes you, it's very hard to get rid of Sasha
She doesn't eat you for your pleasure, but for hers. Your taste is like cocaine for her, she can't get enough of it.
She's so eager, so so eager. She licks more than sucks, lapping on your juices, slurping and even gagging?? because nothing is enough.
Her aim is to make you squirt and drink it all, she doesn't care what it is or what it's not, she just know that it came from you and that she fucking loves it.
You find her begging for a little treat before missions, for a snack while camping... all codes for pussy.
PIECK FINGER
She's a lazy pussy eater, prefers that you sit on her face and ride it how you like it, using her for your own pleasure. That's what gets her off, you using her like you want.
She grabs you by your thighs, not letting you feel shy about your weight or if you might crash her. She just wants you on her face, coating it of your juices while you ride her nose.
She also pulls her tongue out to add more pleasure to you.
When you think she's not enjoying it for the lack of noise and the lack of movement, you try to get up, only to find her pulling you down again and not letting you get up until you have cum at least twice.
She also aims for squirting so she can feel herself being flooded by you.
ANNIE LEONHART
Oh she's rough and she's nasty. More into fingering and eating, though.
She has the goal of fisting you at some point of her life, right now she only got to four fingers inside of your pussy after a lot of prep and teasing.
She loves you soaked, dripping into her sheets and making a mess. She doesn't care if it's cum, squirt or pee, she wants you to feel wet as fuck.
Her favorite position to have you is on her lap, back facing her and at the same time you two facing a mirror so you can see how she tortures your clit and finger-fucks you fast and rough.
She wants you to be loud, bouncing on her fingers and she thrusts them deeper, curling them just right.
She's also into spitting on your pussy hard against your clit, sending you shivers down your core.
Every time she spreads your legs, you know you're in for a ride.
finding shotos origami creatures around the house (expanding on this)
"sho what's this?" picking up an intricate crane that fits right in the palm of ur hand, looking up from his pile of documents from his mission a few days ago you see his eyes light up slightly once he sees what you're holding
"oh that.. where did you find that" he questions as he bends down to open his bottom drawer, filled small creatures and decorative square pieces of paper before grabbing one of the more recent butterfly creation
"take this one sweetheart, it's not so crumpled" calling you over as he holds out the origami, walking over to him and placing the small crane down on the corner of his desk and taking the butterfly to inspect it
"when did you make this one? it's the first time I've seen it" holding the fragile butterfly, "just this morning, i made it when you were still asleepâ shoto reaches over to pull you closer and nuzzle his face against your stomach âtheyâre cute baby, but you canât keep leaving these around.. keep them on the shelf like i told youâ
âyou donât like them?â propping his chin up to look at you with his eyebrows furrowed and big wet eyes âno no no i love them but i donât want them laying around.. they could get creased easily and i want them to be in perfect condition!â
putting the butterfly down to cup his face and push his hair back to expose his forehead while squishing his surprisingly soft cheeks.
âokay.. fineâ tightening his arms around you and turning his head to smush the side of his face against you, slowly pulling you to stand in between his legs and getting closer to the edge of his chair.
running your hands through his two-toned hair you stop suddenly and start teasing him âsho.. are you sulking baby?â giggling slightly and pulling his head back to look at his flushed face with his averting eyes from your face.
"no I'm not" murmuring to mostly himself as he lets go of you but still keeps one arm around you while he picks up a stray piece of paper and hands it to you while picking up his own one and pulling you onto his lap.
"what's this?" watching him fold the piece of paper in half and copying his movements on your own paper "why? you don't want some of your own ones?" he asks right next to you "well no-" you realize before getting cut off by a heavy sigh against the shell of your ear.
"no no baby I didn't mean it like that okay, let's do it" twisting in his lap and giving him a kiss on his temple and cheek.
"okay.. just do what I do" he says in a soft voice as you mimic his movements.
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